#youtuber!reader

1: Wrong Lunch

The cast was eating lunch on day having ordered out. The restaurant messed up Angela’s order and the reader gave Angela her food without a second thought.

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Everyone was laughing at a pitch idea Spencer and Chanse had come up with when you first noticed it. The small nearly unrecognizable frown on Angela’s face as she stared at the salad in front of her. It wasn’t that the salad was bad, but you knew she didn’t really want it. It was her turn to pick lunch and she literally picked this place specifically for the wrap that you both had ordered. So without missing a beat you switched your plates. Angela looked up at you, blinking her eyes in shock before glancing between the salad and the wrap that now sat in front of her.

Gently squeezing her hand that was resting against your lap, you started to eat the salad. Angela getting the hint, she squeezed your hand back before picking up the wrap.

“No wait, that could actually work for the Bit City character Shayne has for the next week.” You laughed, still participating in the conversation happening around you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Angela practically light up now that she had the right order.

2: Cold drinks

Reader having Anglea’s favorite drink hidden in a fridge by her desk giving Angela one before she even noticed they were out in the entire office

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Personally you thought all La Croix flavors were nothing but static in a can. But your girlfriend as well as many of your colleagues loved them. They drank them so fast that the kitchen fridge was constantly being restocked. So naturally you had a stash hidden just for your girlfriend in the mini fridge under your desk. Always her favorite flavors, phasing out whatever she didn’t like and replacing it with one she loved. You didn’t mind doing it for her, honestly you don’t even remember when it started. Maybe after an Eat It or Yeet it video, when she’d eaten something bad and needed something good to mask the flavor. Or maybe you just subconsciously noticed that her favorite flavors seemed to run out the fastest. Honestly you were almost positive she wasn’t even aware that you were doing it.

Appearing in front of her as soon as her last shoot ended right before lunch, handing her a can. Or sometimes if you were filming on a different set, then a cold can would be sitting in her desk with a note and a smiley face. She was always sure to thank you with a kiss and your favorite snack from the kitchen.

“God, are we really out of the strawberry peach already?” Courtney ground while looking through the fridge as Angela strolled into the kitchen with a cold can of strawberry peach in hand.

“Are we? I just got this one from Y/n. Maybe she knows where they are.” Angela softly offered earning a laugh from Ian. The man stood at the counter stirring his coffee and Angela furrowed her brow at him.

“As if anyone but you would be allowed to know where her secret stash is.” Ian explained with a shrug.

“She does not have a secret stash.” Angela denied and this time Courtney spoke.

“Ang is right, y/n/n doesn’t even like La Croix. Why would she have a stash.”

“Because Angela likes them.” Damien replied hearing the tail end of the conversation as he entered the kitchen. Angela suddenly felt incredibly flustered at the idea of you keeping a stash just because she liked it.

“You guys are ridiculous.” She laughed while shaking her head. She grabbed your snack before heading to the Smosh Mouth stage where you were directing a video.

3: Cue Cards

Reader goes out of her way to write out Angela dialogue on pastel blue paper with bigger than average font

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It was a live Smosh event and Angela had been stressing about being able to read her cue cards all day. But she was to in her head and she didn’t want to mention it to anyone as she told herself, she’d be fine as long as she wore her glasses.

“Selina, here are the cue cards we talked about.” You smiled handing her the stack pastel poster boards with thick overly outlined words. You wanted to make sure Angela would be able to read them from far away.

Sure, she didn’t specifically say anything to you. But you could tell from the first rehearsal that she was nervous. And with Ian out sick, she doesn’t have an alternate like everyone else. It was the least you could do.

From her first line, you could see her shoulders almost visibly relax as she read her cue card. You stood just off camera waiting for your own scenes, smiling proudly.

Angela had, without a doubt, the hardest job of the evening. But in the end she did wonderful.

(Smosh Hospital TikTok)

4: Glasses

Reader always has Angela’s back up pair of glasses in her desk for the days Angela forgets her glasses at home

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It was a gentleman’s shoot on the games stage. Today they were playing Mario Party and you could tell immediately that your girlfriend could barely see the screen. You and Courtney were directing today’s video since Spencer had to be in camera and couldn’t do both. You didn’t mind it though, you loved watching your friends be in their element as an observer.

You loved watching Angela even more. Watching Angela film videos was like watching her slowly heal her inner child one joke at a time. It was a beautiful thing to not only witness live but to be apart of.

However right now, the only thing you could focus on was the way your girlfriend kept squinting at the screen. She clearly couldn’t see it from where she was sitting but you knew she left her glasses at home. Lucky for her, you had her spare ones in your desk.

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered handing Courtney your clipboard and they nodded

You quickly and quietly walked off set and rushed to your desk. Pulling the top drawer open you pulled out the hard plastic case and opened it. Inside was a pair of Angela’s wire framed glasses. Smiling you snapped the case shut before speeding back to set.

Walking back onto the games stage you immediately had Angela’s attention and you waved the case in the air.

“What is that?” She asked squinting at you.

“Why, I do believe that fair lady had brought you your glasses good sir!” Spencer cheered in a jokingly posh accent. You walked over as Angela stood up.

The only part of you that the camera could see, was your hands as you slid the glasses onto her face. She bowed towards you before going to sit back down.

“Why I do believe that was by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!” Angela announced copying Spencer’s accent as she winked in your direction.

“Wait, did you go to her car?” Trevor asked looking at you over the edge of the cone around his head.

“I keep a spare pair in my desk.” You said as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. Angela froze, looking fondly at you for a moment.

Spencer quickly making a joke to not only fill the silence but also remind her she was in camera.

The video continued with ease.

5: Homemade Pasta

Angela had been craving a pasta that her mom used to make her as a kid. She’d tried the recipe a few times but it never came out right. You literally went to her mom and asked her to teach you how to make it

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It had been a rather long and stressful few weeks so you wanted to do something nice for your girlfriend. She had a late shoot today and wouldn’t be home for hours so you thought what could be better than a nice home cooked meal.

Her mother had come over to visit a week prior and you asked her to teach you her famous pasta recipe. So now armed with all the ingredients and your cooking playlist, you got to work. Hand making the noodles and shredding your own cheese. You wanted it to be perfect.

By the time Angela got home, the pasta was nearly done and so was the homemade garlic bread. She entered the kitchen with wide eyes as she looked around.

“Babe it’s smells amazing in here. What are you-No Way!” She exclaimed when she noticed the pot you were stirring on the stove. Rushing over she wrapped her arms around your waist while looking over your shoulder.

“Is that my mom’s recipe?” She asked hopefully and you nodded

“I asked her to teach it to me when she came over for a visit last week. I knew you’d been craving it and I wanted to make it right.” You explained as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And to you, it was. But to Angela…well let’s just say she didn’t know she could fall anymore in love with you.

“God, how did I get so lucky.” She murmured before kissing your cheek. She then stayed practically glued to you for the rest of the night.

It was as if holding you was the only way she knew how to thank you. Like the words she wanted to say didn’t exist.

+1: Oranges

Sitting in the Smosh kitchen you watched Angela stare longingly at an Orange before shaking her head and walking away. So you peeled one, and took it to her desk for her

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It had been a few weeks since the homemade pasta night. And Angela was slowly starting to notice that maybe your coworkers were actually right. You were taking care of her, in little ways, silent ways. You did it without being asked and almost like you weren’t expecting a thank you for it. Like you hadn’t expected anything at all.

Of course this made her spiral a bit, thinking of why you weren’t expecting doing it. Did you think she couldn’t take care of herself? Was she a terrible girlfriend because she wasn’t doing things for you in return? Well not to say she didn’t do things for you, of course she did. But this felt different somehow.

She was currently in the kitchen looking for a snack when she noticed a bowl of oranges.

“Ooo oranges!” She cheered but frowned quickly when she looked at her nails. She’d just painted them last night. In fact she’d also just painted your nails in a matching color as well.

Not wanting to risk chipping the paint she grabbed a granola bar instead and left the kitchen. What she didn’t notice somehow was you standing with Shayne, Damien, and Chanse. You had watched her go to the bowl of oranges, frown, then pick something else.

“I’m not painting myself again.” Chanse joked in response to something Shayne said. You all laughed as you walked over to the bowl of oranges and grabbed one. Standing over the trashcan you started peeling it immediately.

“Oh come on, it could be fun.” You smiled glancing over at him.

“That orange paint took forever to get off last time, I thought I was gonna look like a Cheeto for the rest of my life.” He complained and you nodded

“Ok, I’ll think of something else. Maybe we can paint Ian this time.” You offered knowing the man seemed to be pretty much down for anything. You turned your focus back to the orange, meticulously picking all the stringy fleshy bits off.

“Dude, you look so intense right now.” Shayne laughed referring to the way you were staring at the orange in your hand. You were sure it looked like the fruit had personally offended you.

“Oh hush, I have to get back to my desk. That Pitt video isn’t gonna edit itself.” You shrugged grabbing a napkin to warp the now bald orange in as you left.

Humming to yourself as you first made your way to your desk, grabbing a La Croix from the fridge. Then you practically skipped over to Angela who was working on TNTL bits.

“Hi Angel.” You greeted causing her to look up with a smile. Setting her pen down she turned in her chair to face you immediately.

“Hi- is that an orange?” She asked when she tried to grab your hand but couldn’t because you were holding something. You nodded proudly while sitting the fruit and the can on the desk.

“You peeled an orange for me?” She questioned. Her tone far softer than the words needed it to be. She stared at the fruit on her desk with watery eyes before she slowly picked it up. Holding it as if it was glass.

“Of course I did, I could tell you really wanted it.” You replied simply your eyes shifting from her tone far softer the unopened granola bar on her desk. She looked up at you for a moment, silently studying you.

Then in a flash she was on her feet. She pulled you to an empty conference room closing the door behind you both. She was facing the door as if she had to gather her thoughts, then she turned.

The orange still in her hand as she looked at you.

“You-you do things for me.” She said suddenly and you nodded in agreement but said nothing. She wasn’t done talking and you could actively see her mentally trying to pick the right words to say.

“You switch lunches with me when I get the wrong order. You keep La Croixs in your mini fridge even though you don’t drink them. You rewrite my cue cards so I can read them. You learned my mom’s pasta recipe because you knew I wanted it but kept messing up the recipe on my own. You have a spare pair of my glasses in your desk. You kiss me when I’m sick even if that means you’ll get sick too. You do all these silent little things for me every day and I can’t help but think that maybe…maybe I’m not doing enough for you?” She expressed sadly. You lead her over to the table and you both sat down.

“Angel…I don’t do these things because I expect something in return. I don’t even do them because I have to. I want to do them because I love doing things for you.” You confessed as if you were sharing an unspoken secret. Angela hanging onto every single word you said.

“But why? It’s not…it’s not because you think I can’t. Right?” She asked almost nervously and you couldn’t stop the soft giggle that fell from your lips as you shook your head.

“Baby, you are a grown woman. You have been taking care of yourself for a long time. I never doubted your ability to do so and I never will. It was never about you not being able to do it, it was about me being able to help make it easier.” You explained in a low but soothing tone. Your thumb gently tracing shapes on the back of her free hand.

“Make it easier?” She repeated

“Of course. You being happy makes me happier than anything in the world. I love seeing you smile. So yeah, I’ll switch lunches with you so you can get the wrap you’d been raving about. I’ll stock my mini fridge with your favorite drink even though I hate the taste of them. I’ll write your cue cards on pastel paper with giant block letters so you can see them for live shows. I’ll keep a pair of your glasses in my desk drawer so you can see and you don’t have headaches as frequently as you used too. I’ll spend my day off in our kitchen learning recipes with your mom so you can have the meals you ate as a kid again. And I will peel a damn orange jut so you can have the fruit you want when you want it. Angela it was never about you not being able to do it. It’s about me being able to do the things I want for the woman I love. I love you through my actions so that when words don’t work anymore, you never have to question the way I feel about you. Honestly my love for you runs so deep that I don’t even think all the words to express it actually exist in any of the languages we are fluent in. I know that accepting compliments is not something you are good at so I’m loving you in a way that you are. In a way that can make you feel seen and feel appreciated without making you want to run away. Because I love you and because I know you. I know that you are my person and you are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know that is an insane thing to say at 9am on a random Tuesday but it doesn’t make it any less true. I love you. I am so deeply and irreversibly in love with you. Taking care of you is the easiest more fulfilling thing I have ever done.” You rambled passionately while looking deeply into her brown eyes. Angela’s bottom lip trembled as her eyes watered and she tightened her grip on your hand.

“Oh my god.” She breathed in a whisper before letting out a wet laugh. Within seconds she threw her arms around you and was crying against your shoulder.

“I love you so much. Shit! That is like the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about me.” She cried happily as she pressed her face against your neck and you smiled. Gently rubbing her back as you hugged her.

She slowly stopped crying after a few minutes and you gently wiped the streaks of mascara from her face.

“God I’m sure I look like shit.” She attempted to joked while wiping her face with her sleeve. You only smiled at her, leaning back in your chair.

“You look beautiful to me.” The door opened and you both turned to see Shayne standing there.

“There you two are! It’s time to film Try Not- are you guys okay?” He asked looking between the two of you with worried eyes.

“She peeled my orange for me!” Angela yelled holding the fruit up as if that would explain everything. And somehow it did, because Shayne smiled immediately and nodded at her.

“Good for you Ang.” He replied before walking away. You and Angela stood hand in hand and slowly followed after him.

“I love you too by the way. I didn’t say it earlier when you did but I uh, I love you a lot. I want to spend the rest of my life with you too.” She whispered in your ear. You squeezed her hand three times in response.

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SMOSH MASTERLIST

just friends?

-it was obvious to everyone who watched your first videos before you started dating that you both shared feelings for one another, but were too shy to say anything; so many compilations/edits of you two being really close and others mistaking you two for a couple; you have always matched each other's energy so well that your chemistry was hard to not notice, your fans were just waiting for one of you to confess already!

-ellie doing a storytime while playing a game on her channel where she tells your followers about when you two were hanging out at the mall one day and a nice older lady at the dressing rooms mistook you for a couple, you saved a screenshot of ellie's blushing face as she told the story, it later became your contact photo for her (until you started dating and it became a cute candid shot of her)

to lovers

-the way you began dating was actually so sweet and endearing because you and ellie both planned to confess on the same day and did it at the same time; you were hanging out after doing a collab pov video where you cooked food for each other from scratch, the video was full of subtle flirty remarks, glances when the other wasn't looking, and the restraint to not confess there and then, after the video was done and you both were cleaning up you both awkwardly kept talking over each other and ended up confessing

-many people's first kiss tends to be awkward or sloppy, becoming a memory that you cringe at later in the future, but with ellie every moment together, every milestone becomes something you both fondly think about with red/flushed cheeks; the kind of relationship where you both are cringe and free! nothing is embarrassing or off-limits to talk about because you are so close that you can talk about/do anything and be comfortable

Clips from Y/N’s makeup voiceover:

“It looks like Y/N is putting sunblock all over her face. She’s not putting on the recommended amount which is about ¼ teaspoon. Many dermatologists recommend the ‘three finger rule’ when applying so that you know you’ve used enough.”

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“She’s now putting concealer under her eyes and on red spots. I believe this is for color correction, but she should be using a shade of green to neutralize the red and then put concealer or foundation on.”

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“Right! Okay, now she's using foundation. This shade looks to be a shade too dark though. Y/N, did you run out of your winter shade?”

…

“...She told me this helps her makeup stay on all day, but her skin produces oils throughout the day so it's likely this really only works for a couple of hours at most.”

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Clips from Y/N’s skincare routine:

“Well,” he began, looking back at the cameras and talking with his hands, “Sometimes, if I feel as though my pores had excreted more oil than normal and Y/N’s face wash is out, I'd use that, but more times than not, she's in bed before me so I’ll just use water.”

A pout formed on your face as you looked at the camera. “Terrible, I know.”

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Random clips from Y/N’s TikToks:

Spencer was walking by Y/N doing a yoga session as he said, “your form is wrong. You’ll be complaining about your back aching later and we now know it isn't from your posture while editing.”

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Y/N was currently on a live, walking into their kitchen when she made a face, “Spencer and I should be looking into pest control here– it smells like something died–”

“That’s the food. I’m making dinner…”

Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes, “Sorry, babe.”

…

Y/N set up a game of “they're a 10, but…” and only described Spencer: “He’s a 10 but he waited to say ‘I love you’ until a month after you said it because he didn't know if he believed you actually meant it.”

“I don't get this game.”

“He’s a 10 but he cut his own hair without telling me and his boss roasted him.”

“I get it now.”

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youtuber!reader masterlist: @im-a-ghost666 @lyd14k4y @happiestcat @hauntedtv13 @obi-wansgirl @charismatic-writer

“So why am I always doing the cooking?” Y/N asks, faking a glare.

“Don’t you have to start your video?” he asks, trying to change the subject. The question makes Y/N roll her eyes but she starts it nonetheless. 

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel. As you can see, today I am joined by my boyfriend Jack. Do you want to tell them what we’re doing?”

“We are going to attempt to do the Blind, Deaf, and Mute baking challenge,” Jack explains. “But since there are only two of us we’re going to be doing this blind and deaf.”

“Yes, so we are going to make cookies. We decided to get rid of mute because it is impossible for us not to talk,” she explains with a laugh. “I will be blind and Jack will be deaf. Okay, let’s go.”

“I found a recipe and I have it on my phone so Jack is in charge of that. Can you help me tie this real quick?” Y/N says.

Jack stands behind her and helps her wrap a bandana around her eyes. 

“Is that good? Not too tight?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, that’s perfect, thanks.”

Jack puts on his headphones, blasting a random playlist. 

“Okay, we need a bowl.”

Y/N starts gesturing to Jack to get a bowl. She starts making a circular motion with her arms, pretending she’s whisking something. He totally ignores her, getting lost in his music, but when he sees her gesturing for something he decides to start. 

“Okay, it says we need a bowl,” Jack says loudly. 

“Yes, Jack,” Y/N tells him with a laugh. 

“Here,” he gives Y/N a bowl. She feels it, determining the size.

“No, not this one. We need a bigger one.”

When he gives her the bowl she starts feeling around for the ingredients. 

“Okay, we need 2 and ½ cups of flour. Here, this is one cup,” he says, handing her a measuring spoon. “The flour is right in front of you.”

Y/N carefully tried scooping the flour and dumping it into the bowl. 

“Baby, you’re making a mess,” he says loudly. He guides her hands over the bowl letting her know she is good to dump the flour. 

“Okay, we need two teaspoons of baking powder.” 

Y/N uses both of her hands to search for the tin. 

Jack sees her searching for it and says, “I’ll do it.”

Y/N just stands there, lips pursed.

“I bet he’s not even doing it right,” she comments. 

While she was saying this, Jack was confident in his own little world, not having a clue that there was a difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon. 

“Okay, now we’re supposed to add salt. ¾ teaspoon. Damn, that’s a lot of salt.”

“What? Just add a pinch,” she says, looking in his direction and doing a pinch motion with her fingers. 

Jack grabs a salt shaker and starts to shake some salt onto the tablespoon he thinks is a teaspoon. 

“We don’t have enough salt.”

“Huh? Jack, a teaspoon is only this much,” she says, pinching her fingers together. She was doubting letting him take charge. 

“I know! I have the thing in my hand,” he says, gesturing to the wrong spoon he held. “Baby, I’m telling you I measured it with the teaspoon thing and we ran out of salt. The thing is empty.”

“Okay, whatever. It’s fine,” she says, waving it off. “Can you get me a whisk?” 

“A whisk?” he asks, confirming.

Y/N nods her head, sending him a thumbs up. Jack goes to one of her drawers and isn’t able to find a whisk so he gets the next best thing: a silicone serving spoon. 

He hands the spoon to Y/N who starts feeling it, not recognizing the feel of the whisk. 

Jack, who sees her feeling it, says, “It’s like a whisk. Just use it.”

Y/N just drops her head and laughs. 

“Where’s the whisk?” she asks.

“It’s a big spoon, just use it. I think that will work better.”

She just goes with it and mixes everything. 

“Okay, now we beat the butter and sugar until it’s light and fluffy. We need 2 sticks of butter—holy shit that’s so much butter. And 1 and ¼ cup of granulated sugar,” he reads out. 

“Okay, take the butter—” 

“Another bowl?” 

“The butter,” she repeats. She turns around and points at her butt, “the butter.”

“The butter,” he repeats. She doesn’t see that his eyes linger for a second longer than they need to. 

“And put it in the microwave,” she instructs while pointing to it. 

“Why? Should I put it in a bowl first?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” she says, exaggerating her head nods. 

Jack gets to work doing what he was told and Y/N just stands to the side. 

“You know how you see all those blind people just out and about living their lives? I don’t think I’d be able to do that. Like I think I’d be too scared to even go outside,” Y/N rambles. 

“I can’t hear you, babe,” Jack says when he sees her talking. 

“Ope, okay sorry.”

“Okay I’m putting the sugar in the thing,” Jack says while pouring it into a measuring cup. He then dumps it in with the butter. “It says to use an electric mixer, do we have one of those?”

Y/N goes to a drawer behind them and searches for the electric mixer. Jack sees her and intervenes. 

“It’s in here?” he asks her which she just nods in response to. “Okay, I found it. We have to beat it for 2 minutes.”

He plugs it in and goes to give it to her but decides against it. 

“Okay, let me do this part,” he says. He starts the mixer but it turns into one big clump. “Wait, it's not mixing. Maybe I should’ve put it in longer.”

“How long did you put it?” she asks. She taps her wrist and shrugs her shoulders trying to get him to understand. 

“Like 10 seconds. Can I put it back in with the sugar?”

“I think it’ll be fine,” she replies. 

As Jack works to get the butter out of the beaters, Y/N gently lays her head on his shoulder. He leans down to place a kiss on her forehead.

When Jack goes to put the butter back in the microwave, Y/N blurts out, “Wait can we switch?” 

She takes her blindfold off and fixes her hair when it falls slightly out of place. 

Jack turns around to see her with her blindfold off. 

“Oh, are we switching?” he asks, taking off his headphones. She nods her head in reply. 

“That’s all yours,” he says, handing her his headphones and phone. “I was doing so good.”

“Right,” she quipped. 

The pair put on their respective props and got back to work. 

Y/N took over and continued reading the instructions. 

“Okay, you’re going to add 1 large egg and 1 egg yolk,” she says to Jack rather loudly. 

“Wait, you don’t wanna do it?” he asks, pointing to her. 

“No, you got it. But you can’t mess this up.”

“Oh, great. Thanks.” 

“Crack it into this,” she says, handing him an empty bowl. 

He looks for the bowl with his hands and cracks it carefully. 

“Boom! How was that?” 

Y/N quickly takes the eggshells from him and shouts, “Nice!”

Y/N guides him to the sink and leaves him there while she does the egg yolk. After washing, he turns slowly and tries to make his way to her. She sees him slowly creeping up and helps him back. 

“Okay, mix this.”

Jack immediately starts mixing aggressively, which causes some of the batter to spill over the bowl. 

“Jack, relax,” she says, gasping. 

“Is it full?” he asks. 

Nothing.

“Is it full?”

“Okay, I think that’s good,” Y/N finally says. 

“Oh, my god. Guys, I don’t know why I keep trying,” he says to the camera. 

“Okay, now we need a teaspoon of vanilla.”

Y/N grabs the teaspoon but then lets out a gasp when she sees the tablespoon covered in a white powder.

“Jack, you used the tablespoon!” she exclaims. 

“Yeah,” he says nodding. “What’s wrong with that?” “You were supposed to use a teaspoon,” she says, slightly chuckling. 

Jack gasps and starts laughing.

“Oh my god. I was wondering why there was so much salt,” he says laughing, throwing his head back. “And I did it with the other thing too.” “Oh, my god,” she says, standing in shock. “Well, it's whatever now.”

She gets the two bowls and places them in front of him. 

“Okay, since the flour bowl is bigger, pour this small bowl into the bigger one,” she instructs him, giving him the bowl with the sugar, eggs, butter, and vanilla. “Okay, the big bowl is right underneath, just dump it in there.” Jack does as he’s told. Y/N gives him the same spoon he gave her and tells him to mix everything together. She preheats the oven while he does this, also lining a baking sheet with parchment paper. 

“Okay, now we’re just gonna roll them into balls and put them on the baking sheet,” she says, letting him know where the baking sheet is. 

They work side by side, Jack occasionally asking her if the amount of dough he has is enough. 

“Don’t just drop it, Jack. Place it down,” she says when she sees him dropping the balls from what seems like a foot above the baking sheet.

“Babe, I can’t even see.” “Well then feel where you’re placing it!”

They finish rolling the rest of the dough and take their blindfold and headphones off. 

“Okay these look terrible,” she says, comically side-eyeing Jack, “But they're going in the oven and we’ll be back when they're done.” - 

“Okay, they’re done and we’ve let them cool,” Y/N says.

“They don’t look bad, actually,” Jack says behind the camera. He’s holding it closer to her face to get her reaction to the cookie. 

Y/N grabs a cookie and takes a small bite. She chews for a moment and then looks at Jack trying not to laugh. 

“They’re so salty,” she says, finally letting her laugh out. 

“Okay, my turn,” he says, giving her the camera. He takes a bite and immediately grimaces. “Ugh, that tastes, like, sour. Ew.” He goes to the sink and spits it out. Y/N laughs behind the camera. 

“Okay, the only thing we learned is that teaspoons should say ‘teaspoon’ and tablespoons should say ‘tablespoon,’” Jack comments.

“Jack they literally do. That was a user error; it was all your fault.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Y/N turns the camera towards the both of them, making sure they were in shot. “Thanks for watching everyone. Make sure to like and subscribe. And comment what you’d like me and Jack to do next. K Bye,” she outros her video, blowing a kiss to the camera.” “Bye,” Jack says, sending the camera a wave. 

Owen sighed as he clicked on the thumbnail of your new video. Shaking his head in despair as the youtube add rolled in the background. He took a bite of his sandwich, quickly decided to throw it away - what reason was there to eat breakfast when you were all alone?

SWIMMING WITH SHARKS IN THE BAHAMAS - I CRIED.

He frowned as the video started rolling, you hadn't told him anything about the sharks, just that you were going to the Bahamas to film. If he knew about the sharks he probably would have stopped you, it was a stupid idea, not worth risking your life for some stupid youtube video.

He had to admit it, he wasn't a big fan of your youtube channel. Or maybe that was a way of wording it wrong - he wasn't a big fan of the videos you posted - the lenghts you'd go just to get more views than the last one.

Just to make your fans laugh, and they usually did. The comments were always filled with praises and compliments.

Owen unintentionally rolled his eyes at some of them. Did they even realize that you were a real person? Risking your life for them to laugh? You were someones daughter, someones sister, someones girlfriend.

They laughed, he didn't.

@ yourfavgirlll commented: Aghhh y/n!!! I love this! Keep up the good work!

@ y/ns#1fan commented: HAHAH I'M LEGIT CRYING THIS IS PEAK ENTERTAINMENT.

That was his last drop, Owen quickly closed the ipad, not even bothering to watch the video anymore.

He loved you, and he loved that you were doing what you enjoyed doing - however he did not like the fact that you doing that meant putting yourself in danger. It was all just bullshit, complete bullshit.

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You called him a few hours later, voice energetic and sort of high pitched as usual. — "Hi babe, did you have a good day?" You made sure to ask, even though every muscle in your body wanted to ask what he thought of the video - you sacrificed a lot for it after all.

— "Yeah i'm good, you?" He asked, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. But nonetheless you knew him too well, you immediately noticed the dip in his voice and your mind immediately spiraled.

You repeated every little step you'd taken today, yesterday, in fact you ran through the whole week - but you couldn't come up with anything that possibly could have made him mad - which made you panic even more.

— "I'm good.." you begun, pretending to mindlessly look for something in your drawer. "Are you, are you sure you're okay?" You asked, feeling the hard beat of your heart slamming against your chest.

He swallowed, — "Yeah, of course" the tension coiled in the air, strong enough for anyone to notice.

You inhaled, fighting the urge to mimic his words: "Yeah of course"

Liar.

You flopped down onto your bed, the mattress shifting with your weight. — "Did you see my video? I posted it earlier this morning" you spoke, a desperate try to lighten the mood.

The question caught him of guard and he stayed quiet for a while before speaking. — "Yeah, you never told me anything about sharks" he announced, brittish accent thick, voice sharp.

Oh really? So that was what this was all about. The fucking sharks - he always found stupid reasons to argue.

You answered with the same sass in your tone, — "What about the sharks?"

He scoffed, — "You could've told me atleast. It's fucking dangerous." He argued, his voice sharper than he intended it to be.

Your jaw dropped, — "It was safe! And I wanted it to be a surprise!"

Overprotective boyfriend much?

There were literally guards there, people who had worked with these sharks for years. It wasn’t like you just jumped into an ocean of deadly sharks without any kind of protection.

Was the actually out of his mind?

— "I don’t care if you wanted it to be a surprise you should've told me! It's not worth risking your life for some stupid views! I can't lose you." His voice dropped lower on the other end, he almost sounded sad, as if he actually had been worrying.

You couldn't help but laugh at that, — "Oh my god Owen you're not losing me. I'm fine, i'm right here, just a phone call or a car drive away. You're being silly"

He exhaled, — "It’s not just the sharks, it's everything. You need to stop being so fucking reckless y/n. Your life is precious and I love you - more than your fans ever will."

His words reached your core, he wasn't being silly at all. He was being sweet, really sweet.

A smile painted your lips and a giggle escaped your mouth. Owen frowned, — "What?"

— "Nothing, you're just being cute" you spoke, just now realizing how much you actually had missed him during your time in the Bahamas. "I love you"

That earned a giggle from the curly haired boy, — "I love you too. Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked, and you could sense the excitement in his voice.

But who were you to judge? You were just as excited yourself.

𝓣 he end.