@rhodemiu

CHAPTER ELEVEN: 𝓃obody’s 𝒻ooled.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ Nobody’s fooled when you and Jason say you’re “just friends”. Clips between the two of you keep going viral constantly and more people seem to suspect you two are dating.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing. kissing. not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ This chapter is boring I couldn’t think of anything. But, the Tarayummy party is coming up !!

THE INTERNET had apparently decided that you and Jason were dating. Not officially, not publicly, not even according to either of you. But apparently, that didn’t matter.

By nine the next morning, your phone was already vibrating across your nightstand. You reached for it without opening your eyes.

Big mistake. Notifications covered the screen from every single social media platform possible. You unlocked your phone and immediately regretted it.

Someone had made a compilation from yesterday’s shopping stream. The title read: jason and the girl next door being TERRIBLE at hiding their relationship.

You stared at it. “You’re kidding.” The video had millions of views already. You watched, first was Jason buying your top. Then him refusing to let you carry one of the shopping bags.

Then the moment he’d said, you like me.

The barbecue, the porch, and the last clip was only a few seconds long. You and Jason sitting beside each other under the lights. He’d been looking at you while you talked, you hadn’t even noticed.

The comments were ruthless.

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER

they’re not slick

JUST DATE ALREADY

“we’re friends” PLEASE

the entire core house knows

You locked your phone, “Absolutely not.”

A knock came from your door, “You awake?” Jason.

You sat up. “Yes, you can come in.”

The door opened, Jason walked in holding his phone. He looked at you, you looked at him.

“You’ve seen it?”

He held up his phone, “Unfortunately.”

You laughed. “How bad?”

He walked over sitting next to you and showed you, his screen displayed the same compilation. You watched it again, this time beside him.

Neither of you spoke until the porch clip appeared. Jason glanced at you. You glanced at him, then the comments started flying.

HE’S STARING AT HER

HELLO???

JASON BLINK TWICE

You covered your face, “Oh my God.”

Jason laughed. “They’re observant.”

“They’re insane.”

“Both can be true.”

You lowered your hands, “You were staring at me.”

“I was listening.”

“With your eyes?”

“That’s usually how it works.” You laughed as he watched you, smiling.

For a second, neither of you looked away. The teasing faded. There was something different about the silence now. Not awkward, just noticeable.

You looked down first, “Anyway.”

“Anyway.”

By lunchtime, everyone was downstairs. You were sitting at the kitchen island eating cereal when Ron walked in, took one look at you, and immediately started laughing. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Why are you laughing?”

He pulled out his phone, “Look.” You didn’t want to, he showed you anyway. Another edit.

You groaned, “I hate all of you.”

Jason walked in behind him. “What are we looking at?”

“Your wedding.”

Jason stopped, “Our what?”

Ron burst out laughing. “You heard me.”

“Bro.” The kitchen erupted.

You shook your head, “You guys are all twelve.”

Laiys leaned against the counter, “Honestly, I’m just impressed you two are still calling yourselves friends.”

You looked at Jason, he looked at you. “We are friends.”

“Sure.”

“We are.”

“Okay.” Laiys sighed, walking upstairs.

You pointed at everyone, “Why are you all like this?”

Ron shrugged. “Because we’ve seen the way you two act.”

Jason grabbed a bottle of water. “We’re not dating.”

“Yet,” Silky added.

You nearly choked on your cereal. “Can everyone stop saying that?”

Jason laughed, “Deadass, bro.”

Ron looked between you. “So when are you two actually going to figure it out?”

The room went quieter. You hadn’t expected the question to hit differently.

You glanced at Jason. He was already looking at you. Nobody laughed this time.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Jason nodded, “Yeah.”

Ron raised his eyebrows. “That’s the first honest answer you’ve given.”

“Shut up.”

Everyone laughed again, and the conversation moved on.

But the question stayed with you. When are you two actually going to figure it out? You didn’t know. And that bothered you more than it should have.

That afternoon, you went live.

You sat at your desk editing a vlog while your chat moved faster than usual. The first few minutes were normal. Then someone mentioned Jason. Then someone else did.

Then suddenly the whole chat was going crazy.

ARE YOU AND JASON TOGETHER

GIRL WE KNOW

YOU TWO ARE SO OBVIOUS

You laughed, “Can you guys please find something else to talk about?”

More comments.

You shook your head. “Jay and I are good.” You paused, “We like each other. You guys already know that.” That alone sent the chat flying.

You smiled, “But we’re figuring things out privately.” It was the most honest answer you’d given. And somehow, it felt better than lying.

Jason watched the clip later. He found you in the kitchen after his stream. “You handled that well.”

You looked up, “Thanks.”

He leaned against the island. “I liked what you said.”

“What?”

“That we’re figuring things out.”

You smiled. “I meant it.”

“I know.” He looked down at the counter. “Me too.”

A quiet moment passed, then his phone buzzed. He checked it. “Tara’s party is in less than two weeks.”

You groaned, “Already?”

“Yep.”

“You going?”

“Obviously.”

He looked at you, “You’re coming. With me.”

“Was that a question?”

“No.”

You laughed, “Okay bossy.”

“You’re coming.”

“Fine.”

He smiled. “Good.”

That evening, you found yourself on the upstairs balcony. The sunset was setting beyond the house. You leaned against the railing, looking down at the backyard.

Footsteps sounded behind you. You didn’t have to turn around. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Jason came to stand beside you.

For a while, neither of you said anything. The house below was still loud. Music, laughter. Adapt yelling about a video game. But up there, everything felt quieter.

“You thinking about New York?”

You nodded, “A little.”

“Three weeks.”

“I know.”

He leaned against the railing. “That’s coming up fast.”

“Way too fast.”

He glanced at you, “You don’t want to go?”

“I do.” You looked down. “New York is home.”

“I know.”

“But…” You hesitated.

“But what?”

You sighed, “I don’t want this to suddenly disappear when I leave.”

Jason didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked out at the sun setting. “It won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

You turned toward him, “How?”

“Because I don’t want it to.”

The answer was so simple that it made your chest tighten. You looked away. “That doesn’t always mean things work.”

“No.” He paused, “But it means we try.”

You nodded, “I’ve never really done this.”

“Done what?”

“Liked someone this quickly.”

He smiled slightly. “Neither have I.”

“You seem pretty calm about it.”

“Trust me, I’m not.” You looked at him, he laughed. “I just hide it better.”

“You do.”

“You just make me nervous.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “Because I actually care what you think.”

You smiled. “That’s cute.”

“Don’t call it cute.”

“Why?”

“Ruins my reputation.”

You laughed. He smiled.

The moment settled again, then he looked at you. “So…”

“So?”

“Do you want this to be something?” You knew exactly what he meant.

You looked at him for a few seconds. “Yeah.”

His expression softened, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “Me too.”

Neither of you moved. The distance between you suddenly felt much smaller. You smiled nervously. “You’re staring again.”

“I’m listening.”

“You love that excuse.”

“It works.” You laughed.

Then he leaned slightly closer. He paused, giving you plenty of time to move away, you didn’t.

The kiss was long and soft. Nothing dramatic, just enough to make everything you’d both been avoiding suddenly feel real. You moved closer to him, putting your hands on his neck as he moved his to your waist.

When you pulled back, you both smiled. Jason shook his head quietly. “What?” You said smiling.

“Nothing.”

“You look like you’re about to say something.”

He smiled, “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Everyone downstairs is going to be unbearable.”

You laughed. “They’re going to know.”

“Definitely.”

You looked toward the balcony door, “Should we tell them?”

Jason smiled. “Absolutely not.”

You laughed, “Good.”

He held the door open. “After you.”

You walked inside, “Oo such a gentlemen.”

Neither of you said anything else, you didn’t need to.

For the first time, there wasn’t really anything left to figure out. Everyone had been right. Nobody was fooled. And, finally, neither were you.

✶ TIPSY! ╱ 𝒿asontheween ⸝⸝ —ॱֺּׅ𓏽 𝜗℘ྀི . drinking, kissing — summary : jason takes care of you when you’re drunk.

you had officially reached the point of being drunk where every thought in your head apparently needed to be announced to the entire world.

unfortunately for jason, that meant he was currently sitting on the edge of his bed while you paced around his room, holding a bottle of water and explaining something that had absolutely nothing to do with anything.

“okay, but listen,” you said, pointing dramatically at him. “the microwave is judging me.”

jason blinked, “the microwave?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“because i put popcorn in it and it made that weird noise.”

he stared at you for a second before sighing, rubbing a hand over his face like he was trying not to laugh. “you’ve been talking for, like, twenty minutes straight.”

“that’s not true.”

“you haven’t stopped.”

“that’s because you’re a good listener.”

“i literally haven’t said anything.”

you gasped, looking genuinely offended. “exactly. you’re letting me speak.”

“wow,” jason muttered, shaking his head. “i’m so supportive.”

“you are.”

he laughed under his breath. “come here before you fall over.”

“i’m not gonna fall.”

you immediately stumbled sideways, jason caught you by your waist instantly. “mhm.”

“that was the floor moving.”

“sure it was.”

he guided you back toward the bed, still holding onto your waist like he didn’t trust you for a second, and handed you the water. “drink.”

you looked at the bottle suspiciously. “did you put something in this?”

“it’s water, baby.”

you squinted at him, “that’s exactly what someone who put something in it would say.”

“you are impossible.”

“thank you.”

“that wasn’t a compliment.”

“i’m taking it as one.”

jason shook his head, smiling despite himself.

you finally took a few sips, then immediately perked up again like nothing had happened.

“jason?”

“yeah?”

“you’re actually really cute. my boyfriend is so cute.”

his expression softened a little, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you nodded very seriously. “like… dangerously cute.”

he huffed a laugh. “dangerously?”

“mhm. like you could trick people.”

“i’m not tricking anyone.”

“that’s what a trickster would say.”

“oh my god.”

you flopped backward onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “i think the ceiling is moving too.”

“the ceiling isn’t moving.”

“you don’t know that.”

“i’m literally looking at it.”

“liar.”

he leaned over you slightly, blocking your view. he leaned in to kiss you, “still not moving.”

you squinted at him. “you’re very close.”

“yeah, i know.”

there was a knock at the door. “jason?” ron called from the hallway. “everything good?”

jason glanced down at you, you immediately sat up straight. “i’m perfectly normal!”

a beat of silence.

“…okay,” ron said slowly, then footsteps walked away.

jason lost it, laughing fully now. “stop laughing at me!” you whined, pointing at him.

“i’m not laughing at you.”

“you are.”

“okay, maybe a lot.”

you crossed your arms, trying to look serious and failing completely. “i’m never drinking again.”

“good.”

“unless there’s a birthday.”

“no.”

“or a party.”

“absolutely not.”

“or—”

he cut you off. “nope.”

“jay.” he paused, looking at you. you were suddenly very serious. “you’re my favorite person.”

his expression softened instantly, “yeah?”

you nodded, then immediately ruined the moment by squinting again. “don’t let it go to your head.”

he smiled. “too late.”

you groaned and dropped back onto the bed again. “i think the microwave is still judging me.”

jason sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of you anyway. “we’ll deal with the microwave tomorrow.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

you stared at him for a second, then reached and lightly grabbed his sleeve. “stay?”

his voice went softer, “i’m right here.”

you nodded like that was the most obvious thing in the world. “good.”

your eyes started to close. “jay?”

“yeah?”

“you’re really warm.”

he chuckled quietly. “you’re just cold.”

“no,” you mumbled. “you’re warm.”

“okay.” a pause.

“don’t leave.”

“i’m not going anywhere.”

you finally relaxed, still holding onto his sleeve even as you drifted off. and for once, the room actually went quiet.

note from 𝓋al ; girl next door chapters are coming soon, I just want to work on a couple prompts and stuff! request for adapt and especially layis bc idk what to write for him 😭😭.

( i have the urge to make another jason series … )

CHAPTER ELEVEN: 𝒿ust 𝒻riends.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ You and Jason decide to shop on stream which, of course, makes both of your fan bases go absolutely insane. Marlon decides to apologize and talks about future events erupt. Is three weeks all of a sudden not enough time?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, drinking. not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ Kai and Speed finally did it 🥹🥹 | MOODBOARD |

THE CORE HOUSE had developed a very specific kind of morning routine. Nobody woke up at the same time, nobody ate breakfast at the same time. And nobody, under any circumstances, knew where their own belongings were.

By eleven, you had already found one of Jason’s hoodies in the bathroom, Laiys’s camera battery in the refrigerator, and a single sneaker sitting inexplicably in the middle of the kitchen counter.

You were standing in the kitchen, staring at the sneaker, when Jason walked past you with a coffee. “You gonna move that?”

You pointed at it, “That’s not mine.”

“Didn’t ask if it was.”

“Why would I move it?”

“Because you’re closer.”

You looked at him, he looked at you. Neither of you moved.

Finally, Jason sighed, walked over, picked up the sneaker, and carried it upstairs. You smiled into your coffee.

“You’re welcome,” he called from the hallway.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“I know.”

An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Jason’s car with a camera pointed at both of you. Ybg, Jason’s cameraman, sat in the back.

The plan was simple. A shopping stream, nothing complicated.

You needed a few things for the upcoming party, Jason needed clothes, and apparently the Core House had decided that watching the two of you argue over what to buy counted as entertainment.

Jason started the stream before he’d even pulled out of the driveway. “What’s up everybody?” The chat immediately started moving.

JASON AND GIRL NEXT DOOR

SHOPPING STREAM

YBG WE MISSED YOU

ARE THEY FINALLY ADDRESSING THE RUMORS

Jason glanced at the screen. “Absolutely not.”

You laughed, “You’ve been streaming for thirty seconds.”

“And I’m already tired.”

Ybg laughed from the back, “That’s probably a record.”

Jason pulled onto the road. “Today we’re shopping.”

“For what?”

“Stuff.”

You looked at him, “Very descriptive.”

“I’m not giving away the itinerary.”

“You don’t have an itinerary.”

“I have a vision.”

“You have a credit card.”

Ybg made a noise behind the camera, the chat exploded.

SHE GOT HIM

HIS FACE 😭

JASON PLAY DEFENSE

Jason glanced at you, “You’re getting bold.”

“I’ve always been like this.”

“I know.” The way he said it made you smile.

Your first stop was a designer clothing store.

You needed something for the upcoming party, and after walking around for nearly twenty minutes, you found a top you liked.

You held it up, “What do you think?”

Jason looked over, “It’s cute, get it.”

You checked the price tag. “Absolutely not.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not paying that much for a top.”

Jason reached for it, “I’ll get it.”

You immediately pulled it away, “No sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I can buy my own clothes.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you offering?”

“Because I want to.”

“Still no.”

Jason looked at Ybg, “She’s difficult.”

Ybg shrugged. “I’ve been watching you two for an hour.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know enough.”

You laughed.

Jason took the top back off the hanger, “Fine.” He held it out, “Consider it a birthday present.”

“My birthday is in December.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s two months away.”

“I plan ahead.”

“You’ve known me for like five minutes.”

“More than five minutes.”

“Still.”

He smiled, “Just take the top.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re annoying.”

“You like me.” The words slipped out so naturally that neither of you reacted for a second.

Then Ybg made a quiet choking sound behind the camera, the chat went insane.

OH

HE DID NOT

YOU LIKE ME???

You felt your face warm, Jason simply smiled and walked toward the register.

You followed, “You can’t just say things like that.”

“I can.”

“Jay.”

“Relax.” He glanced over his shoulder, “I know.”

The shopping trip continued like that. Every time you picked something up, Jason would ask if you wanted it. Every time he tried to pay, you refused.

Eventually, you started jokingly hiding behind Ybg whenever Jason approached the checkout counter. “This is harassment.”

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“You’re trying to spend all your money.”

“It’s my money.”

“And?”

“And I can spend it.”

“On yourself.”

“Maybe I want to spend it on you.”

You stopped walking, Ybg slowly lowered the camera, but it was too late. Chat already saw.

just date atp bro

it’s just content 😭😭

Jason wilinnn

Jason realized what he’d said. He cleared his throat, “I mean…”

You smiled, “I know what you meant.”

He smiled back. “Good.”

By the time you returned to the Core House, the sun was beginning to set. The house had transformed again.

Adapt had dragged a grill onto the patio. String lights had been turned on. The pool lights were glowing. Music played through the outdoor speakers.

The boys had decided on a barbecue. Of course, everyone was streaming.

You walked outside and immediately heard Ron yell, “MOM AND DAD ARE BACK!” Laiys snickered behind the camera.

You stopped. Jason groaned, “Ignore him.”

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to bitch.”

Everyone laughed.

Dinner became chaotic almost immediately.

Ron burned the first batch of burgers, Silky forgot the buns, Lacy was arguing about whether grilled corn counted as a vegetable.

You sat at the outdoor table with 2 cold Smirnoffs while Jason stood near the grill. You pass one to him as he accepted it before sitting down.

He looked over every few minutes, “You good?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“You ate?”

“Yes.”

“Actually?”

“Yes.”

He nodded, “Okay.”

You smiled, “You keep checking.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Because you forget to take care of yourself when you’re busy.”

You stared at him for a second, “You’ve noticed that?”

“Obviously.”

You smiled softly. “That’s kind of sweet.”

“Don’t tell anybody.”

You pretended to think about it, “Too late.”

The evening continued. Everyone was laughing, the streams were still running. The chat moved too quickly to read.

At one point, you were sitting beside Jason on the outdoor couch while everyone debated which movie to watch afterward.

You leaned closer to see something on his phone. “What are you looking at?”

“Chat.”

“What are they saying?” He turned the screen toward you.

JASON STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT

BRO THINKS WE DON’T SEE IT

GIRL LOOK AT HIM

You laughed, “They’re ridiculous.”

“You encourage them.”

“How?”

“You keep smiling at me.”

You looked at him, “Maybe you’re funny.”

“Maybe?”

“Sometimes.”

He smiled. “I’ll take it.”

Eventually, Marlon approached you. “Hey.”

You looked up, “Hey.”

“Can I talk to you?”

You hesitated. “Sure.”

He nodded toward the hallway. You followed him through the first floor to his room. His room was quiet compared with the patio.

He left the door open. For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then Marlon sighed, “I wanted to apologize.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ve been making things weird.”

“A little.”

He gave a small laugh, “Yeah.” He looked down. “I shouldn’t have done what I did at the party.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

“I know,” He paused, “but I wanted to.”

You smiled faintly. “Thank you.”

Marlon looked at you. “And I meant what I said about liking you.”

You didn’t look surprised. “I figured.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

You smiled awkwardly, “Thanks.”

“And you’re funny.”

“Okay.”

“Smart.”

“You’re really committed to this list.”

He laughed, “I’m serious.”

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed, “I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t some random thing.”

You nodded. “I appreciate that.”

He took a breath, “But I understand.”

You looked at him. “Understand what?”

“That you like Jay.”

Your eyebrows lifted, “How did you—”

“Come on.” He laughed. “It’s not exactly a secret.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

Marlon nodded. “What is it about him?”

You thought about it, “I don’t know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

You laughed softly. “I know.” You looked down at your hands. “It just feels different.”

“Different how?”

You smiled despite yourself, “Ive never really had someone give me butterflies.”

Marlon nodded slowly. “That’s corny.”

“I know.”

“But…” He smiled, “Kind of cute.”

You laughed. “I told you it was corny.”

He stood, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

You looked at him. “Thank you.”

He opened the door. “Go.”

“Go where?”

“Your boyfriend is probably wondering where you are.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Marlon smiled. “Not yet.”

You shook your head as you walked back downstairs.

Jason immediately noticed you, “There you are.”

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He studied your expression. “What did he want?”

“To apologize.”

Jason nodded, “Okay.”

“He did.”

“I’m glad.”

You sat beside him. “He also said he understands.”

“Good.”

You smiled, “He knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That I like you.”

Jason went quiet. The noise of the patio seemed to disappear for a second. “You told him?”

“Kind of.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

You looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You have that face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you’re trying not to smile.”

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

You laughed, “You’re terrible at hiding things.”

“So are you.”

You nudged his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He smiled, “Make me.”

You stared at him. He stared back, then both of you started laughing.

From across the patio, Ron yelled, “WE CAN STILL SEE YOU TWO!”

You immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Jason laughed so hard he nearly dropped his phone.

By midnight, the streams finally started winding down. The backyard was quieter. The grill had been turned off. Most of the house had moved inside.

You sat on the porch steps with Jason beside you. The city lights stretched beyond the backyard.

“You know,” he said, “three weeks isn’t very long.”

You looked over, “I know.”

“You still have to go back.”

“Yeah.”

“And your birthday’s in December.”

You smiled. “You remembered.”

“Of course.”

“What are you planning?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“You don’t even know.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

You laughed, “You better.”

He smiled. “I will.”

For a moment, neither spoke. Then he looked at you, “I’m glad you came here.”

You smiled. “Me too.”

The words were simple, but they carried more weight than either of you acknowledged.

Inside, someone shouted that they’d ordered pizza.

You stood, grabbing his hand, “Come on.”

Jason followed. “What?”

“Pizza.”

“You’re always hungry.”

“Okay rude. And you’re always paying for things.”

He laughed. “Fair.”

You walked back into the house together. Neither of you noticed Ybg still standing near the doorway with his camera.

The red recording light was on, and somewhere in the back of the camera…He had captured another moment the internet would probably lose its mind over.

CHAPTER TEN: ff 𝓉he 𝓇ecord.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ Everyone is finally back to streaming after the events from the past couple of days. It starts chaotic, but everything eventually goes back to normal. Until everyone is sitting down at dinner.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ this was supposed to be the end of part one but i added so many other things to the story that i forgot 🫩🫩 also made a board for them on pinterest !

FOR THE FIRST TIME in days, the Core House felt normal. Or at least as normal as it ever got.

The Halloween decorations were slowly disappearing. The fake cobwebs had finally been taken down from the kitchen cabinets. The giant skeleton had been moved from the roof to the backyard.

Someone had found three abandoned costume pieces underneath the couch.

And, most importantly, everyone was streaming again.

After two days of avoiding the internet, the house had collectively decided that ignoring the rumors was probably the best way forward.

Nobody wanted to spend every waking hour explaining themselves to strangers. So they went back to what they knew.

Cameras on. Headphones on. Streams running. Life continuing.

You were upstairs editing when your camerawoman, Nia, poked her head through the door. “You ready?”

You looked away from your laptop, “For what?”

“Erewhon.”

You glanced at the time. “Oh.” You’d completely forgotten. “Give me five.”

Downstairs, Jason had just started his stream. His camera was positioned exactly where it usually was. Lights on, headphones around his neck, a drink beside his keyboard.

Everything looked normal. Except his chat was absolutely not normal. The comments were moving so quickly that he could barely read them.

ARE YOU AND GIRL NEXT DOOR DATING

JASON ADDRESS THE ELEPHANT

WHAT HAPPENED HALLOWEEN

RON’S CAMERA???

we need answers

are u single 🫩🫩

Jason stared at the chat for several seconds, then leaned back in his chair. “You guys really haven’t let this go, huh?”

The comments somehow moved faster.

He laughed under his breath. “Alright.” He adjusted his microphone, “Look.”

The chat slowed slightly, “Me and her aren’t dating.” A flood of question marks immediately appeared. “I mean it.”

He shook his head, “What Ron accidentally caught on stream was after the party. We were both drunk, we’d been at the party all night, and that’s all you guys need to know.” He paused, “I’m not going into the details because it’s not really anybody else’s business.”

The chat continued moving.

Jason looked at the screen, “And before anybody starts making another seventeen edits from this…” He smiled. “Whatever connection me and her have is staying private.”

A few comments appeared.

SO THERE IS A CONNECTION

A new connection in the villa 🥰🥰

my winners fr

Jason laughed. “You guys are impossible.” He leaned back, “We’re friends.” He emphasized the last word. “That’s it.”

Another wave of comments came through, someone asked about Marlon. Jason’s expression changed slightly. “And about what you guys heard regarding Mar…”

He shook his head, “That’s not my story to tell.” He looked directly into the camera, “If she wants to talk about something that happened, that’s up to her.”

He paused. “Neither of them have feelings for each other. That’s all I’m saying chat.”

The chat exploded again, Jason sighed. “Alright. We’re done with that.”

He clicked into Resident Evil, “Moving on.”

Meanwhile…You were in the drivers seat of Nia’s car, sunglasses pushed onto your head while Los Angeles blurred past the windows.

Your phone was sitting in the cup holder, it wouldn’t stop buzzing. Nia glanced over, “You want me to turn notifications off?”

“Please.”

She reached over and switched your phone to Do Not Disturb. “Better?”

“Much.” You leaned your head against the headrest, keeping your eyes on the road.

For approximately thirty seconds, then Nia’s phone buzzed. She looked down, “…Chat is going crazy.”

You sighed, “What now?”

She laughed. “People are asking about Jason.”

“Of course they are.” You opened your own stream dashboard, still keeping your eyes on the road. Sure enough… The comments were already filling with the same questions.

ARE YOU AND JASON TOGETHER

HE SAID YOU’RE FRIENDS

girl address it

You stared at the screen, then looked at Nia. “I guess I should say something.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” You took a breath. “Alright,” You turned slightly toward the camera, “Okay, guys.”

The comments immediately exploded.

“I’ve seen the questions.” You smiled. “I’m not going to tell you guys everything that happened because some things are just personal.” You paused, “But I’m good.”

Another flood of comments.

“And yes, Jay and I are friends.” You deliberately avoided saying anything else. “That’s really all I’m going to say.”

You pointed toward the camera, “Now can we please talk about why I’m going to Erewhon?”

The chat immediately started laughing.

SHE’S DODGING

GIRL WE KNOW

AW SHE CALLED HIM JAY

You shook your head, “You guys are ridiculous.”

Nia laughed from the passenger’s seat. “Very convincing.”

“Thank you.”

By the time you got home, the internet had already moved onto something else.

A new celebrity had posted something, a streamer had gotten into an argument, a new game had dropped. The cycle continued.

Which was exactly what you needed.

You didn’t want to be the internet’s favorite theory forever. You wanted to actually live your life.

That evening, everyone gathered in the kitchen. Dinner had become an unofficial house tradition.

Nobody knew who started it. Someone would cook, everyone would eventually wander downstairs. And somehow, three hours later, everyone was still sitting around talking.

Tonight was no different, you sat between Nia and Ron and Jason was across the island.

Ron was telling a story about accidentally getting locked outside the house. Silky was laughing so hard he nearly spilled his drink.

It was comfortable, normal. Until Ron looked between you and Jason. “So…”

You immediately knew where this was going, “No.”

He grinned. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“You were about to.”

“I was just going to ask how your friendship is going.”

You rolled your eyes, “Very well.”

“Any updates?”

“No.”

“Secret meetings?”

“No.”

“Ooo, how about secret dates?”

“No Ron.”

Jason laughed, “Leave her alone.”

Lacy joined in, “Wait, weren’t they supposed to be keeping everything private?”

“Exactly.” Ron pointed at both of you, “That’s suspicious.”

You laughed. “Spell suspicious, Ron.”

Jason shook his head, “They’re never going to let this go.”

“Absolutely not.”

Everyone laughed. For a few minutes, it was harmless, just friends teasing each other.

Then Marlon spoke, “Maybe they aren’t telling us because there’s actually something going on.”

The laughter faded slightly, you looked up.

Marlon continued, “I mean, it’s pretty obvious.” You shifted uncomfortably.

He noticed, but kept going. “You guys practically act like a couple anyway.”

You looked down at your plate.

Jason’s expression changed immediately. “Mar.”

“What?”

“Drop it bro. You’ve been a dick all week.”

Marlon shrugged. “Chill, I’m just saying.”

“No.” Jason put his fork down, “You’re not just saying.”

Marlon looked at him. “What does that mean?”

“It means you’re making her uncomfortable.”

“I’m not.”

You quietly said, “It’s okay guys.”

Jason looked at you. “You sure?”

You nodded. But he was already irritated.

Marlon leaned back, “You’ve been acting like her boyfriend since she got here.”

Jason stared at him. “Don’t do that bro.”

“What?”

“Don’t turn this into something it isn’t.”

Marlon laughed once, “Why do you care?”

The kitchen went silent.

Jason stood. “I care because she’s my friend.”

“So am I.”

“Then fucking act like it.”

Marlon’s expression hardened. “I said I was just joking.”

“You’ve been making comments like this for days.”

“Because everyone’s thinking it.”

“Okay? Everyone isn’t her.”

Marlon shook his head, “You’re acting like you’re the only person allowed to talk to her.”

Jason’s voice rose. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“It sounds like it.”

“Because you’re not listening.”

The two of them stood across from each other, nobody moved. You could feel the entire room watching.

Finally, Ron stepped between them. “Okay.” He held both hands up, “That’s enough.”

Laiys snorted, “Way to go mama Ron.” Trying to lighten up the mood. Of course, it didn’t quite work.

Jason looked away, while Marlon muttered something under his breath.

“What?” Jason turned back.

Ron immediately stepped farther between them. “Nope.” He pointed toward Jason, “Outside.” Then toward Marlon, “You stay here.”

“I’m not five.”

“I don’t care.”

Jason exhaled sharply, then walked out.

You sat quietly at the island. Your appetite had disappeared.

Nia reached over and squeezed your shoulder, “You okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah.” But your voice didn’t sound convincing.

An hour later, Jason returned. He didn’t mention the argument, neither did anyone else. The house had gone back to its usual rhythm.

Still…Something had shifted. The jokes didn’t feel as funny anymore.

Later that night, you sat in the living room scrolling through your calendar. Your manager had sent another message.

Need confirmation on your New York departure date.

You sighed, three weeks. You typed out a response. I’ll confirm tomorrow.

Before you could send it, another message arrived.

Also, December birthday plans? We should start organizing soon.

You smiled despite yourself. Your birthday. December had always been your favorite month. Not because of the parties, because it was one of the few times of year when everyone you loved somehow ended up in the same place.

You started thinking about what this year would look like. New York, family, friends.

And now… Los Angeles, the Core House, Jason.

You weren’t sure where he fit into your December yet. You weren’t even sure where he fit into your life. But you knew you didn’t want to pretend he wasn’t becoming important.

Your phone buzzed again. This time, it was a group chat notification. CORE HOUSE + y/n 😅

Ron had sent a screenshot, it was an invitation. A massive Halloween after-party hosted by one of the biggest YouTubers in the city. Tarayummy. The date was two weeks away, the guest list was already filling up.

Jason immediately replied: we’re going

Another message appeared: and she’s coming too

You laughed.

You typed: apparently nobody asked me

Jason replied almost instantly: i’m asking now

You stared at the screen, then smiled.

fine

You locked your phone. Three weeks until New York, two weeks until another party, and somehow, December was already approaching.

Your life had become a countdown. You just weren’t sure which date you were most afraid of reaching.

CHAPTER NINE: 𝓉hree 𝓌eeks.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ The Core House is still settling after the aftermath of Halloween. You now have 3 weeks till you leave to go back to New York. Will it all work out in the end?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, talks about the events of Halloween. not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ me adding another series to my blog and not even being finished with the first two … 🌝🌝 it’s okay cause i favor this one

BY MONDAY MORNING, the internet still hadn’t moved on. If anything, it had gotten worse.

The Core House had always been used to attention. Viral clips weren’t unusual. Millions of views weren’t unusual. People recognizing them in public wasn’t unusual.

What was unusual was waking up to an entire internet convinced two people were dating.

Especially when those two people weren’t entirely sure what they were doing themselves.

You sat cross-legged on the living room couch, wearing one of Jason’s hoodies and scrolling through your phone with the sound completely muted.

You’d made the mistake of opening TikTok. Never again. There were edits from Halloween, edits from the cooking stream, edits from the pumpkin patch, and edits from the party.

Someone had even found an old clip of you mentioning that you thought Jason was attractive before you’d ever met him.

You closed the app. “That’s enough.”

Jason walked into the room carrying two coffees. “Already?”

“I lasted four minutes.”

He handed one to you. “That’s actually impressive.”

You accepted it. “How bad is it?”

He sat beside you, “Depends.”

“On?”

“How much you enjoy strangers analyzing your facial expressions.”

You looked at him, “Not very much.”

“Then pretty bad.”

You sighed. “Great.”

For a moment, you both stared toward the television. Neither of you seemed entirely sure what to say. The awkwardness wasn’t between you, it was everything surrounding you.

Last night had changed something. Not necessarily between you, but around you.

Every conversation suddenly felt like it could become a clip. Every glance could become an edit. Every interaction had an audience you couldn’t see.

You looked down at your coffee. “So…”

Jason glanced over, “So?”

“Are we going to talk about it?”

He knew exactly what you meant. “Yeah.” He leaned back, “I think we should.” You waited, he was quiet for a second. “First, I want to make sure you actually remember enough of last night to know what you want.”

You nodded, “I remember.”

“And?”

You looked at him, “I meant what I said.”

His expression softened. “Good.”

You smiled faintly. “But I don’t know what we’re supposed to call this.”

He laughed quietly. “Neither do I.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“I mean, we’ve known each other for…” He counted silently, “A little over a month?”

“Technically.”

“And we’ve spent most of that talking through a screen.”

“Also technically.”

“So maybe we don’t need to name anything yet.”

You nodded, “I’d like that.”

“Good.” He smiled, “Then we’re good.”

The conversation was simple. No dramatic declaration, no promises about the future. Just two people admitting that whatever had started between them was real.

And somehow, that felt more important.

The conversation was interrupted by a loud crash from the kitchen. Both of you looked over.

Lacy yelled, “WHO THE FUCK PUT THE PUMPKIN IN THE FREEZER?”

Ron answered, “IT WAS MELTING.”

Jason closed his eyes, “I live with actual fucking idiots.”

You laughed, “You love them.”

“Unfortunately.” He stood. “Come on.”

“Where?”

“Breakfast.”

“You just brought me coffee.”

“That’s not breakfast.”

“Since when?”

“Since I decided I’m responsible for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re responsible for yourself first.”

“That’s debatable.”

The kitchen was already crowded. Leftover Halloween decorations covered nearly every surface. Fake cobwebs still hung from the cabinets. A plastic skeleton sat at the breakfast table wearing someone’s sunglasses.

Nobody had bothered taking the fog machine out of the corner. It looked ridiculous. You loved it.

Marlon was there too.

The second you walked in, the conversation became noticeably quieter. Not silent, just different.

You noticed, Jason noticed too.

Marlon looked at you. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

There was a pause. He looked uncomfortable. You didn’t blame him, neither of you knew exactly how to act after Saturday.

Jason put a plate in front of you, “Eat.”

You looked down. “You’re doing this again?”

“Yes.”

Marlon glanced between the two of you, then looked away.

Later that afternoon, Jason found Marlon outside. The backyard looked completely different without the Halloween party.

Plastic cups had been collected. The lights were still hanging. A few decorations remained. But the energy was gone.

Marlon sat on the edge of the patio, Jason stopped beside him. “We need to talk.”

Marlon nodded, “I know.”

Jason sat across from him. For a few seconds, neither said anything.

Then Jason spoke, “What happened?”

Marlon looked down. “I messed up.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jason’s jaw tightened, “You knew she wasn’t interested.”

Marlon nodded, “I know.”

“And she told you no.”

“I know.”

Jason shook his head, “Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You do.”

Marlon looked away, hesitating before speaking. “I like her.”

Jason exhaled sharply. “I figured.”

“I wasn’t trying to make her uncomfortable.”

“But you did.” Marlon didn’t answer. Jason’s voice became firmer, “That’s the part you’re not getting. It doesn’t matter what you meant to do. She said no, and you still put her in that position.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.”

Jason stood, still visibly frustrated. “And don’t make this weird for her around the house.”

Marlon nodded, “I won’t.”

Jason turned toward the house, then stopped. “I’m serious, man.”

“I know.”

Jason walked away. He wasn’t angry because Marlon had feelings for her, he couldn’t blame anyone for that.

He was angry because she should have been able to feel comfortable in the house without worrying about someone ignoring a boundary she’d already made clear.

That evening, you were editing at the kitchen table when Jason came back inside.

You glanced up. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

He nodded, “I talked to Mar.”

You set your laptop aside. “How’d it go?”

“He’s going to give you space.”

You nodded. “Good.”

Jason pulled out the chair beside you. “He feels bad.”

“I don’t hate him.”

“I know.”

You looked at him, “And I don’t want everyone fighting because of me.”

“We’re not.”

“Okay.”

A quiet smile crossed your face. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Looking out for me.”

He shrugged, “Of course.” The answer was so casual that it made your chest feel strangely warm.

You looked back at your laptop before he could notice.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. You’d tried everything. Music. A movie. Scrolling through your phone. Turning the lights off. Turning them back on.

Nothing worked.

Your mind kept replaying everything. The party. The internet. The conversation with Jason. New York. Three weeks.

Eventually, you gave up.

You slipped out of bed and walked quietly down the hallway. A small strip of light showed underneath Jason’s bedroom door.

You knocked, “Yeah?”

You opened the door slightly. “Hey.”

Jason looked up from his phone, “You okay?”

You nodded. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

You hesitated, “Can I stay in here for a little while?”

He immediately set his phone down. “Yeah.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Come in.”

You stepped inside and laid next to him. Jason moved over, giving you plenty of space. “You want to talk?” He asks.

“Not really.”

“Okay.” He picked up his phone again.

The room went quiet. No pressure, no questions. Just the faint sound of an owl outside the window.

After a few minutes, your shoulders finally started relaxing. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Not making it weird.”

He smiled, “You don’t make things weird.”

“I absolutely do.”

“Not really.”

You smiled. “Goodnight, Jason.”

“Goodnight.”

You closed your eyes. For the first time all night, your mind finally began to quiet.

And somewhere between the distant city noise and the quiet familiarity of the room, you realized something you hadn’t been ready to admit yet.

Three weeks suddenly didn’t feel like enough time. Not even close.

CHAPTER EIGHT: 𝒶ftermath.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ You and Jason have to deal with the aftermath of the Core House’s Halloween party. Will the fans and new rumors ruin your connection or will it be salvageable?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, hungover, talks about the events of last night. not proofread, may be misspellings.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ I’m glad you all love this story because I love writing itt 🥹🥹

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THE FIRST THING you noticed was the headache. The second was the unfamiliar ceiling. The third was the fact that you had absolutely no idea where you were.

You stared upward for several seconds, blinking slowly as your brain attempted to put the pieces together. Dark curtains. A ceiling fan. A black hoodie hanging over the back of a chair. A desk covered in camera equipment.

You knew this room, Jason’s room.

You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head. Your mouth felt dry. Your head felt like someone had spent the entire morning rearranging your brain with a hammer.

You tried to remember getting here. Nothing. You remembered the party. The lights. Music. Yonna laughing. Arky taking pictures. Jason standing outside. After that, nothing useful.

You sat up too quickly, immediately regretted it. “Okay…” You pressed both hands against your temples. “Never doing that again.”

The room was quiet. Too quiet. You looked toward the other side of the bed, empty.

“Jason?” No answer. You frowned. “Jason?” Still nothing.

You pushed the blanket away and carefully stood. The floor felt strangely unsteady beneath your feet. You grabbed the edge of the bed. “Shit.” Your voice sounded hoarse.

You looked around again. Your shoes were sitting beside the door. Your purse was on the desk. Your phone was charging. Someone had apparently taken care of you enough to make sure none of your things disappeared. That helped, a little.

You shuffled toward the door. “Jason?” Nothing. You opened it, the hallway was almost completely silent.

The party from last night had left absolutely no trace of the chaos you’d expected. Or, more accurately, the traces were everywhere. A plastic cup abandoned on the stairs. A feather from someone’s costume stuck underneath a chair. A fake spider hanging upside down from the hallway light.

The Core House looked like a battlefield after everyone had gone home.

You walked downstairs, no Jason. You checked the kitchen. Empty. Living room, empty. Back patio, empty. “Where is he?”

“You look terrible.” You jumped. Jason stood behind you. You turned around. He was carrying a tray.

A glass of water, a bottle of electrolyte drink. Some toast, a banana, and a couple of things you couldn’t immediately identify.

You stared at him, then the tray, then him again. “Don’t.”

He smiled, “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking it.”

“I was.”

You slowly walked toward the couch. “How long have I been asleep?”

He placed the tray down on the coffee table. “Most of the morning.”

You looked at the clock, almost noon. Your eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah.”

You sat down carefully. Jason handed you the water. “Drink.”

You took it, “Thanks.”

He sat on the opposite end of the couch. For a moment, neither of you spoke. You took a small sip.

The silence started bothering you. You looked over, “Okay.”

He glanced at you. “What?”

“How did I end up in your room?”

Jason’s expression changed, not dramatically, just enough that you noticed. “What?”

“I don’t remember falling asleep in there.”

He leaned back. “You don’t remember?”

You shook your head, “Not really.”

Your memories were scattered pieces. The party. The music. Yonna. The balcony. Marlon. Jason. Then darkness.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay.” You waited. “Last night got pretty crazy.”

“I gathered that.”

“You weren’t feeling great, so I took you upstairs.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay…”

He hesitated, “And there was… another thing.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

Jason looked at the floor for a second before meeting your eyes. “You told me you liked me.”

You froze. “…I did?”

He nodded. You stared at him, “I said that?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God.”

“And…” He paused. “You said it more than once.”

You covered your face. “No.”

He laughed quietly. “Yes.”

“No, no, no.” You pulled the blanket from the couch over your head. “Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You definitely did.”

“This is horrible.”

“You weren’t exactly subtle.”

You peeked out, “What did you say?”

Jason smiled slightly. “You said you knew you liked me.”

Your face warmed. “That’s so embarrassing.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Jason.”

“I’m serious.” He looked away for a second. “I told you I liked you too.”

You slowly lowered the blanket. “You did?”

“Yeah.”

The room went quiet.

“So…” You swallowed. “What happened after that?”

Jason hesitated, “That’s where things get complicated.”

Your stomach dropped again. “What?”

“We made out and we got caught.”

You stared at him, “By who?”

“Ron.”

You blinked, “Ron?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“He walked in.” A beat. “And Laiys had a camera.”

Your eyes widened. “No.”

Jason nodded, “Unfortunately.”

You stared at him in disbelief, “No, no, no, no.” You reached for your phone.

Jason immediately knew what you were about to do. “Maybe don’t.”

You unlocked it anyway. The screen lit up, you instantly regretted it.

Notifications. Hundreds. Thousands. Your phone was practically vibrating itself across the couch.

Instagram. TikTok. Messages. Mentions. Tags. Comments. Your manager. Your friends. People you hadn’t spoken to in years.

You opened Instagram. The first post was an edit. You and Jason. The caption: THEY FINALLY DID IT.

You stared. “No.” Another clip. Then another. A slowed-down video of the two of you talking.

A clip of you following him through the crowd. Another of him looking toward you from across the room.

The comments were insane.

THEY’RE TOGETHER

I KNEW IT

THIS IS NOT A DRILL

You scrolled faster. There were already theories, people were analyzing every interaction from the past month.

Someone had made a compilation titled: “Proof They Were Talking Before Halloween.”

Another: “The Girl Next Door and Jace Are Officially Dating???”

You stared at the screen. “How did this happen so fast?”

Jason looked over, “You don’t want to know.”

You opened TikTok, twas somehow worse. Your entire For You Page had become you and Jason. Edits. Clips. Reaction videos. Speculation.

People were even arguing about when they’d decided to get together.

You locked your phone. Immediately threw it onto the couch. Then covered your face with both hands. “Oh my God.”

Jason leaned back. “Yeah.”

“I’m never going online again.”

“Probably a good idea.”

You groaned, “This is insane.”

“I know.”

For a while, neither of you said anything. The house was strangely peaceful considering the internet was apparently having a collective breakdown.

Eventually, Jason spoke. “Do you remember what happened with Mar?”

Your hands lowered, the headache suddenly felt less important. “Yeah.” Your voice was quieter. “I remember that.”

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, “I was uncomfortable, but I left.”

Jason’s expression tightened slightly. “Did he say anything afterward?”

“No.”

He nodded. “I haven’t talked to him yet.”

You looked at him. “You should.”

“I will.” He paused. “But not while everyone’s still waking up.”

You nodded, that felt fair.

Jason leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “And honestly…” He glanced toward your phone. “I think we should stay off stream today.”

You looked at him. “Because of the rumors?”

“Because of everything.”

He gestured around the room. “The party. The clips. Mar. You feeling awful. The internet thinking they know what’s going on.” He shook his head. “Today doesn’t really need to be content.”

You appreciated that more than you expected. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

A quiet moment passed. Then your phone buzzed again, you ignored it. It buzzed again. And again.

You finally reached for it. The notification wasn’t from social media, it was from your manager. You opened the message.

Hey, just a reminder about the New York event. Your appearance is confirmed for three weeks from now. We need you back in the city by the 20th at the latest for fittings, rehearsals, and press. I’ll send the full schedule later today.

You stared at the screen. Three weeks. Your stomach sank, fuck. You had completely forgotten. Not because the event wasn’t important. Because everything since arriving in Los Angeles had happened so quickly.

The streams, Core House, Jason. Halloween, the internet. You’d started thinking of staying here as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

But New York was still home. Your work was there. Your apartment, your friends, your life before the Core House.

Jason noticed your expression. “What?”

You looked up. “I have to go back to New York.”

His face fell slightly. “When?”

“In three weeks.”

He nodded slowly, “Right.”

You looked down at your phone. “It’s for an event. There’s rehearsals and press stuff beforehand.”

“How long?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

Neither of you spoke. For the first time since arriving in Los Angeles, the distance between New York and California didn’t feel like a number. It felt real.

Jason leaned back against the couch. “Well…” He gave a small smile. “Three weeks is still three weeks.”

You smiled faintly. “Yeah.”

“And we’re not wasting them.”

You looked over. “What does that mean?”

He shrugged. “It means you’ve still got three weeks here.”

A small smile appeared on your face, “True.” Your phone buzzed again, you ignored it.

Jason reached for the plate and pushed it toward you. “Eat.”

You stared at him. “You’re bossy.”

“You’re hungover.”

“Fair.” You picked up a piece of toast.

The morning had started with confusion, embarrassment, and an internet catastrophe.

Now, sitting beside him with the remnants of Halloween scattered throughout the house, you couldn’t help wondering what the next three weeks were going to look like.

Because something had changed last night. Even if you couldn’t remember every second of it.

And now the entire internet seemed determined to figure out what happened before you did.

CHAPTER SEVEN: 𝒸alling 𝒶ll 𝓉he 𝓂onsters.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ The Core house hosts the biggest streamer Halloween party every year. And this year, you’re in for a treat.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ alcohol consumption, swearing, making-out, sexual content, marlon being a dick, getting caught, and more. read at your own risk.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ This was so fun to write, it’s very long & i apologize in advance for what’s about to happen…

BY EIGHT IN THE MORNING, the Core House was already awake. Not because anyone wanted to be. Because today was Halloween.

Which, according to the house calendar taped to the refrigerator, meant one thing. The biggest party of the year. And this year… they were going all out.

The kitchen looked like mission control. Half-empty coffee cups. Energy drinks lined up like ammunition. Three laptops open to playlists, guest lists, and livestream dashboards. Boxes labeled FOG MACHINES, LED LIGHTS, BAR SUPPLIES, and DECORATIONS were stacked by the door.

And right next to them—cases of alcohol. Vodka. Tequila. Rum. Beer. Mixers. Fruit punch gallons already sweating on the counter.

Ron was halfway through a call with the DJ. “I don’t care if you have another booking—double the set. We’re going until 1:30.”

Across the room, Jason was on another call entirely. “Security at the front gate, backyard perimeter, and inside the house. No exceptions. This is a streamed event.” He paused, listening. “Yes, I know it’s Halloween. That’s why I’m saying it.”

Lacy upstairs yelled, “WHO THE FUCK BOUGHT FOURTEEN BOTTLES OF TEQUILA?”

Adapt’s voice shot back, “IT WAS ON SALE!”

You walked through the chaos with a coffee in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. “Please tell me that’s not all for tonight,” you said.

Jason glanced at you, “It’s worse.”

You blinked. “…Worse how?”

He nodded toward the counter, “That’s just pregame.”

You stared. “…Oh my God.”

He smirked. “You signed up for a streamer Halloween party.”

“I didn’t sign anything.”

“You flew here.”

“Fair.”

By noon, cameras were already everywhere. Not just phones. Not just GoPros. Actual mounted cameras in corners of rooms. Chest rigs. Tripods. Live feeds running in the background of every conversation. Even Jason was streaming.

The Core House wasn’t just hosting a party. They were broadcasting it.

You went live just after lunch. “Happy Halloween, chat.”

Instant chaos.

SHOW US EVERYTHING

WHERE’S THE ALCOHOL

COSTUME REVEAL NOW

IS JASON DRINKING??

You laughed, “Oh, he’s drinking.”

From across the room, Jason lifted his cup toward the camera without looking up. “Don’t start rumors,” he said.

You grinned, “Too late.”

By late afternoon, the house had turned into a production zone. Half the group was out buying last-minute decorations. Ron was still arguing with the DJ over set timing. Two people were outside installing LED strips along the pool.

And the bar setup was fully underway. Rows of bottles. Fruit punch bowls. Ice buckets. Shot glasses lined like a countdown.

Jason was now on his third call of the day. “Security needs to be tighter than last year. I don’t care if it’s expensive.” He hung up and exhaled.

You leaned against the counter. “You okay?”

He looked at you. “Ask me after midnight.”

You smiled, “True.”

At six-thirty, everything paused. The house went quiet in that rare, electric way it only did before chaos. Costumes were ready. Lights were on standby. Music was queued. And everyone was upstairs getting dressed.

You stood in front of your mirror, adjusting your outfit one last time, heart already beating a little too fast—not from nerves, but anticipation.

When you finally stepped out—Jason was waiting in the hallway. He looked up. And stopped. “…Yeah,” he said slowly.

You raised a brow. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just… have nothing appropriate to say.”

You laughed, slapping his chest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Superman.”

“Oh god, I need a drink.”

You tilted your head. “Already?”

He held up his cup. “Already.”

You clinked yours against his. “Then let’s go break the internet.”

7:30 PM. You went live. “Okay,” you said into the camera. “Costume reveal time.”

Chat exploded instantly. You stepped back, then fully into frame. The reaction was immediate.

NO WAY

SHE WON HALLOWEEN

JASON IS DEAD

THIS IS ILLEGAL

You laughed, spinning slightly. “Relax, I’m still me.”

From behind you, Jason appeared in frame. He looked you over. “…Yeah,” he said. “We’re in trouble.”

You nudged him. “You’re just mad I look better than you.”

He leaned closer. “I’m not mad.” A beat. “I’m impressed.”

Chat lost it.

By nine, the party had officially started. And it was already out of control. The DJ was going full force. The backyard was packed shoulder to shoulder. Lights flashed across fog rolling over the pool.

Cameras everywhere. Streamers everywhere. And alcohol everywhere. People were already holding shots. Laughing. Dancing. Pouring drinks into fruit punch bowls like it was a competition.

The Core House gathered at the bar. Ron raised a bottle. “To Halloween.”

Everyone cheered. And then—shots. One after another. You felt the burn immediately, laughing as Jason handed you another.

“Slow down,” he said.

“You first,” you shot back.

He smirked. “Bad influence.”

“You love it.” He didn’t deny it.

An hour later, everything was louder. You were definitely tipsy. Warm. Loose. Laughing too easily at everything.

Jason was too—but still annoyingly composed compared to you, like he was refusing to let the night win.

You broke away from him to find Yonna and Arky, who were also streaming near the side of the bar. “There she is!” Yonna shouted.

You practically fell into them laughing. “Don’t judge me,” you said immediately.

Arky grinned, hugging you. “We would never.”

A shot was handed to you. You took it, immediately regretted it. Then laughed anyway.

Yonna leaned in, “Where’s Jason?”

You groaned. “Why is that everyone’s question tonight?”

“Because you two are glued together,” Arky said.

You pointed vaguely. “I think he’s over there—no wait—maybe outside—” You turned. “…I lost him.”

They both laughed.

You found him outside near the edge of the yard. Phone in hand, talking to Yugi and Silky.

You didn’t think, you just ran. Well—stumbled. “Jason! Yugi, Silky, hi!” Yugi smiled clearly already wasted, while Silky waved at you.

He looked up just in time to catch you as you basically collided into him, your intentions were to hug him. His hands went to your arms instantly, steadying you. “Okay—how much did you drink?”

You blinked up at him. “…I don’t know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I’ve got.”

His eyes scanned your face—your flushed cheeks, the way you were swaying even when you tried not to. “You good?”

“Better now.” A beat. Then—from the DJ booth—“CALLING ALL THE MONSTERS!

You gasped, “Oh my God—this is my song.”

Jason laughed. “Of course it is.”

You grabbed his hand. “Dance with me.”

He didn’t hesitate.

The crowd swallowed you both instantly. Yonna. Arky. Marlon. Everyone.

Dancing. Laughing. Jumping to the beat. You ended up pressed against Jason in the middle of it all, his hand firm at your waist so you didn’t lose balance as the world tilted just slightly too much.

“You’re swaying,” he said into your ear.

“I’m not swaying,” you argued.

“You are absolutely swaying.”

“I’m vibing.”

“That’s not what that is.”

You laughed harder, leaning into him anyway. The music hit harder. The lights flashed faster. And your head spun.

Not just from alcohol now—but from everything. The noise. The heat. Him.

“I need air,” you said suddenly.

Jason nodded immediately, “Okay. Stay with me.”

“I will.”

But you didn’t really. Not in a straight line. You slipped away toward the bathroom, the edges of your vision blurring slightly.

You didn’t notice Marlon following you. Not at first.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind you. You leaned against the counter, laughing to yourself. “Why is everything spinning—Marlon?”

He was there. Leaning against the wall. Drunk. Too close. “Hey,” he said softly.

You blinked. “What are you doing in here?”

He smiled. “You look really good tonight.”

You let out a small, uneasy laugh. “Okay, thank you—”

He stepped closer. “I mean it.” The air shifted.

Your smile faded slightly. “Marlon…”

He leaned in. And you immediately pushed him back. “Hey—no.” Not aggressive. Not panicked. Just firm.

He froze. “Sorry—I just—”

You shook your head, already stepping away. “No. I’m not doing this.”

And then you were gone. Speed-walking. Straight back outside.

Jason saw you before you even reached him. Something in your face changed his entire expression instantly. “What happened?” he asked.

You were out of breath, words tripping over each other. “Mar—he—he tried to—” You couldn’t finish it cleanly.

Jason’s jaw tightened. The cameras catching everything, but you were both too drunk to notice. “What?”

“I said no,” you rushed out. “I pushed him away. I left. I’m fine—I just—”

He exhaled sharply, already turning. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“No—Jason—” You grabbed his shirt before he could move, fingers tightening like you were afraid the ground would tilt again if he left. “Don’t leave me.”

That stopped him completely. His expression softened immediately. “Okay,” he said, voice lower now. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded quickly, still holding on. “I just want to stay here.”

“Then stay.” And he didn’t move. Not even when the party roared louder behind you.

The music kept going. The party kept burning around you. But Jason guided you upstairs anyway, one hand steady at your back, the other still holding yours like an anchor. Away from the noise. Away from the crowd.

He shut the door after you both entered his room. And for the first time all night—it was quiet.

He ended his stream. “Thanks for hanging out tonight,” he said into the camera. “Stay safe. Happy Halloween.” Click. No more cameras.

You flopped onto his bed dramatically. “I still wanna party,” you mumbled.

He sat beside you, head leaning on the headboard, watching you carefully now—not just like a friend, but like someone trying to make sure you were okay. “You’re done for the night,” he said gently.

You squinted at him, “I’m not done.”

“You are very done.”

You huffed. “That’s not fair.”

“It is when you can barely walk in a straight line.”

You groaned into the blanket. “…I’m not that bad.”

He raised a brow. “You tried to fight gravity in the hallway.”

You paused. “…Okay, maybe a little bad.”

That earned a small laugh from him. Then his expression shifted again—softer, more serious. “Hey,” he said.

You turned your head slightly. “What?”

His eyes stayed on you. “Are you okay?”

The question wasn’t about the party anymore. You hesitated. Then nodded. “…Yeah.” A beat. Then quieter: “I didn’t like that.”

“I know,” he said immediately.

Silence settled. Not uncomfortable, just heavy.

Then you turned toward him fully. “Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I like you.”

He went still. The air in the room changed instantly—like even the noise outside had forgotten how to exist. “…You think?” he asked carefully.

You nodded slowly. “I know.”

A beat. Then he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night. “Good.”

You blinked. “…Good?”

He looked at you like it was obvious. “I’ve been trying not to say it all night.”

Your heart jumped hard in your chest. “You have?”

“Yeah.”

You stared at him. “…That’s kind of stupid.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah.”

Another pause. Then you shifted closer without really thinking about it. “Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I—” You didn’t finish. You didn’t need to.

He met you halfway. The kiss was slow at first. Careful. Like he was checking if you were really there, really okay, really choosing this. Your hand curled into his shirt. You shifted your weight to the point where your straddling him.

His hand came up to your waist, steadying you like you might drift away otherwise.

Then it deepened. Not rushed. Not messy. Just real. Like something that had been circling both of you for too long finally stopped pretending it wasn’t there.

You started grinding against him as you moaned softly, and he pulled you a little closer, thumb brushing your cheek like he was grounding you more than anything else. He groaned into your mouth, moving you faster. Your breath quickened.

Then—a voice from the hallway, “Hey—Jason I—”

The door opened. Ron and Laiys froze in the doorway. Camera in hand. Still recording. Laiys quickly pointed the camera to the floor. “OH—sorry—wrong room—” Door slammed.

Silence. You stared at the door. Then at Jason, “…We’re in trouble,” you whispered.

Jason looked at you. Then smiled. “Worth it.”

And this time—you both laughed into each other again—as the world outside kept screaming Halloween without you.

CHAPTER SIX: 𝒾nternet 𝓉heories.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ The internet theories have started and it’s all the internet is talking about. Making up stories and visions they think or want to be real between the two of you. But only you and Jason know what’s real. The question is, will fans ruin your connection in the future?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ Tysm for 100+ followers !! I’m having so much fun interacting with you guys + writing this story 🥹. I got carried away so it’s a long chapter, but a good one :)

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IT ALL STARTS on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Around lunchtime, Adapt walks into the kitchen, where you and Jason are talking, holding a phone.

“You guys have a problem.”

Nobody looks up. “What kind?” You say first.

“The internet kind.” That gets everyone’s attention. He places the phone on the island. A TikTok edit fills the screen, you and Jason.

The cooking stream. The airport vlog. Tiny moments stitched together. Slow-motion glances. No.1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys. A caption: “they don’t even know they’re falling for each other.”

The video has twelve million views.

You blink. “…Twelve million?”

“That’s not even the biggest one,” Silky adds.

He opens Instagram. Then X. Then YouTube. Edits. Compilations. Reaction videos.

People analyzing body language. Comment sections filled with “theories”.

A fan has made a ten-minute video titled: “The Girl Next Door & Jason: Moments they forgot they were friends.”

You laugh. “…People have way too much free time.”

“They do,” Jason agrees. “…But this one’s kind of funny.”

You look over. “You watched it?”

“…Maybe.”

“You watched a ten-minute analysis?”

“I got curious.” The whole room bursts into laughter.

But jokes don’t stop there. Throughout the day, everyone in the house starts teasing both of you. Ron asks if they should put “reserved for Jason” on the passenger seat because you always end up sitting there.

Another points out that you’ve started making coffee for two without thinking. You immediately deny it.

Then realize…There are, in fact, two mugs sitting on the counter. “Oh…”

Laiys grins. “Interesting.”

“I made extra.”

“I’m sure.”

That afternoon, everyone decides to film a house challenge. Nothing complicated. Just a ridiculous scavenger hunt around Los Angeles.

Teams are picked randomly. You and Jason somehow don’t end up together.

Instead…You’re paired with Marlon. Jason notices. He doesn’t complain. He just quietly tosses Marlon the car keys. “You drive.”

Marlon nods. “Alright.”

The challenge itself is hilarious. You and Marlon spend half the time getting lost because the GPS sends you to the wrong location. He keeps making dry jokes that catch you off guard. You laugh more than you expected.

Across town, Jason and Adapt somehow finishes twenty minutes faster.

When everyone meets back at the house, he watches you and Marlon walking in still laughing about something.

It’s nothing, he knows it’s nothing. Still, he wonders what was so funny.

When everyone gets home and settles, everyone orders pizza. Boxes cover the dining table. The challenge footage plays on the TV.

One clip shows you laughing so hard you have to lean against Marlon’s shoulder for balance after he says something completely ridiculous.

The room laughs, Jason laughs too. But only because everyone else is.

Ron notices. Ron always notices. “You good?” As he bumps his shoulder.

Jason looks over, “Hm?”

“You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m tired.”

“You? Tired? Since when?”

“I can be tired.”

Ron narrows his eyes. “…Sure.”

Later that night, you find Jason sitting alone on the back porch. Not upset, just thinking. You sit beside him without saying anything.

He glances over. “You escaped.”

“Barely.” You sigh, “The house is loud.”

“When isn’t it?”

You laugh softly. “Fair.”

A comfortable silence settles between you. After a minute, you bump his shoulder lightly. “You okay?”

He looks out into the backyard. “…Yeah.”

“You sure? Cause you can talk to me you know.”

He nods, “I think…” He pauses. “…I’m still getting used to people caring this much.”

You understand exactly what he means. The edits. The comments. The expectations. Suddenly every interaction feels like someone is watching.

“I know.” You look down at your mug. “It kind of scares me.”

He nods once, “Me too.”

For the first time since you met, neither of you jokes your way out of the conversation. You simply sit there together. No cameras. Just two people trying to figure out how to live while millions of strangers think they already know the ending to their story.

Then, your phone starts buzzing. A new notification appears.

Trending: #JasonAndTheGirlNextDoor

You look at it. Then quietly lock your phone without opening it, putting it on do not disturb. Some things are better left unread.

It’s now the middle of the night, long after the house has gone quiet again, you’re halfway up the stairs when you hear your name. “Hey.”

You turn. Jason is standing at the bottom step, hands in his hoodie pocket, looking slightly more unsure than usual. “What’s up?”

He hesitates for a second, then exhales like he’s finally decided to just say it. “So… Halloween party’s coming up.”

You blink, “Oh yeah. I forgot about that.”

“I didn’t.”

That makes you smile a little. “Of course you didn’t.”

He shifts his weight. “People are doing matching costumes.”

Your heart does something annoyingly noticeable at the word matching. “…Yeah?”

Jason scratches the back of his neck. “So I was thinking…” He pauses again, like he’s annoyed at himself for being nervous. “Do you wanna match with me?”

For a second, you just stare at him. Then—“Oh my god.” He tenses slightly. And you immediately step down one stair, grinning. “I hoped you would ask.”

The tension in his shoulders drops instantly. “…Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You don’t even try to hide how happy you are about it.

“Okay, good. Because I was literally trying to think of a way to ask you without making it weird.”

“It would’ve been weird if you didn’t ask.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“It’s honest.”

He huffs a laugh. “Alright. So we’re doing this.”

“Obviously.”

“Any ideas?”

You lean against the railing, thinking. “Superheroes are easy. Everyone does superheroes.”

“True.”

“But we can do it better.”

Jason tilts his head, “Better how?”

You point at him. “You’re tall-ish. Dark hair. Annoyingly good at looking serious for no reason.”

“Thanks?”

“That was a compliment.”

“Debatable.”

You ignore him. “I’m thinking… Superman and Lois Lane.”

That makes him pause. “…That actually works.”

“Of course it does.” He looks at you for a second longer than necessary. “Who’s Superman?”

You gasp, “Excuse you?”

“I’m asking.”

“You’re Superman.”

“Why am I Superman?”

“Because I said so.”

He shakes his head, but he’s smiling now. “Fine. I’m Superman.”

“And I’m Lois Lane.”

“Why do you get to be Lois Lane?”

“Because I’m the journalist. I ask questions. I get into trouble. I make bad decisions and then somehow survive them.”

“That’s… accurate.”

“Thank you.”

He nods slowly, already thinking. “Okay. So we do classic versions or modern?”

“Classic is iconic.”

“Cape?”

“Obviously.”

“Glasses for you?”

“Obviously.”

He points at you, “You’re going to commit to this, aren’t you?”

“I always commit.”

“That’s what scares me.”

You grin. “You love it.”

He doesn’t deny it. Instead, he just says, “…We’re going to win best costume.”

“You’re already competitive about it?”

“I’m not competitive.” You raise an eyebrow. He sighs, “…I’m a little competitive.”

“Yeah, I know.” You start walking back up the stairs, then glance over your shoulder. “Also—”

“Yes ma’am?”

“I’m really glad you asked.”

He looks at you for a second, softer now. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A beat. Then he nods once. “Me too.”

And for the first time all day, the internet doesn’t matter. Just Halloween. Just the two of you planning something that, for once, feels like it belongs only to you.

CHAPTER FIVE: ℴctober 𝒻irst.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ It’s your favorite month so the core boys decide to go out and do Halloween activities.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ lmk how you feel about the story so far!! The Halloween party is coming soon and soo much drama so stay tuned 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

The first morning of October.

You wake up to rain tapping against the bedroom window in the guest room.

Someone downstairs is already making breakfast. Someone else is yelling because another roommate stole their hoodie. Normal.

You walk downstairs wearing an oversized Core House hoodie and find everyone crowded around the kitchen island.

Jason looks up first. “Mornin’.”

“Morning.”

Ron immediately points at the hoodie. “…You gave her one already?”

Jason doesn’t even look up from pouring coffee. “She was cold.”

“Uh-huh.”

You hide a smile behind your mug.

The plan for the day is spontaneous. Lacy suggests a pumpkin patch. Adapt wants apple cider. Marlon insists on getting lost in a corn maze.

Within twenty minutes, seven people are piling into two cars. The drive is chaotic. Music too loud. People arguing over who gets aux.

Jason somehow ends up driving, you take the passenger seat. Not because anyone tells you to. It just… happens.

The conversation is easy. You point out mountains you’ve never seen before. He laughs because you’re amazed by things Californians barely notice. You tell him New York has better autumn.

He insists California wins because “our pumpkins have personality.”

“You can’t tell a pumpkin has personality.”

“You absolutely can.”

“That’s the dumbest thing you’ve said all week.”

“So far.”

The pumpkin patch feels like stepping into a movie. Hay bales. Apple cider. Children running through rows of pumpkins. The smell of cinnamon donuts floating through the air.

You disappear almost immediately. Not because you’re wandering off. Because you’re taking pictures of everything.

Jason quietly notices.

You stop to photograph tiny pumpkins. The leaves. A scarecrow that isn’t even particularly interesting.

“You really do love fall.”

You lower your camera. “A little.”

“A little?”

You gesture toward the entire farm. “…Okay, maybe more than a little.”

Everyone splits up. Some head toward the corn maze. Others start picking pumpkins.

Without really planning it…You and Jason end up walking together. The conversation drifts from favorite holidays to childhood memories. Halloween costumes. Family traditions. You discover he used to hate scary movies. He discovers you still carve pumpkins every October.

“You still do?”

“Every year.”

“You know we’re definitely doing that here.”

“We are now.”

Across the field, Marlon notices the two of you laughing together. He smiles to himself. Maybe he waited too long. Maybe not. He doesn’t say anything. Just keeps walking with the rest of the group.

Later, everyone gathers around picnic tables with hot cider. Someone pulls out a deck of cards. Another roommate starts recording behind-the-scenes clips.

Jason sits beside you without thinking. Halfway through the conversation, he quietly hands you the sleeve of his hoodie. You’d been absentmindedly rubbing your hands together because the air had turned colder. “You cold?”

“A little.”

“Take it.”

“I’m already wearing one of yours.”

“So?”

“You’ll freeze.”

“I’ll survive.”

You hesitate. Then slip your hands into the sleeves. “…Thanks.”

He just shrugs. No big speech. No dramatic moment. Just something he noticed before anyone else did.

That evening, everyone returns home exhausted. Pumpkins line the kitchen counter.

Someone immediately starts planning the Halloween party. Ideas are thrown around: “A haunted escape room.”

“No.”

“Murder mystery.”

“Too much work.”

“Costume contest.”

“Absolutely.”

You sit cross-legged on the living room floor, sketching pumpkin carving ideas while everyone argues.

Jason glances over. “You’ve already got a design?”

You nod. “I told you I take Halloween seriously.”

He laughs. “I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“I thought you were exaggerating.”

“I never exaggerate about fall.”

“I know.” He smiles. “I’ve figured that out.”

The night ends late that night. Most of the house has gone to bed.

You walk onto the back patio carrying two mugs of hot apple cider. Jason is already outside, sitting on the porch swing. Without asking, you hand him one.

He takes it. “Thanks.”

You sit beside him. Neither of you says much. The swing creaks gently beneath you. The air smells like rain and cinnamon.

Inside the house, everyone is still arguing over Halloween decorations. Outside, it’s quiet. Comfortable.

After a long silence, Jason glances over. “I think you’re ruining New York for me.”

You laugh softly. “How?”

“Now I want to see autumn there.”

“You should.”

Another pause. “And…” He looks out toward the backyard instead of at you. “I’m starting to understand why people call you the Girl Next Door.”

You smile into your mug. Neither of you says anything else. You don’t have to. Sometimes the best conversations are the ones that don’t need words.

The two of you watching the porch lights flicker on as the first October evening settles over the Core House.

CHAPTER FOUR: 𝒸ooking ℴn 𝓈tream.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ You and Jason finally collab on stream.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ im in the makes of a jobe bellingham series ill probably upload tomorrow. or i may post an adapt series lowkey.. also i apologize in advance for this chapter, its kinda choppy and lazy 😪😪

By Saturday afternoon, the Core House was louder than usual.

Adapt had music blasting from a speaker in the backyard. Lacy and Ron were arguing over whose turn it was to take the trash out like it was a life-or-death situation. A basketball thudded upstairs before Silky yelled, “If you break the TV again, you’re paying for it!”

You sat on one of the kitchen stools, coffee in hand, watching everything unfold like controlled chaos you were slowly being absorbed into.

It had only been two days. And yet somehow, it already felt… dangerously familiar. Not home. Not yet.

But close enough that you’d stopped asking before opening cabinets—and started judging what was inside them.

Jason walked into the kitchen carrying a camera in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “There she is.”

You looked up over your mug, “Took you long enough.”

“I had to improvise.”

“You texted me saying you had a plan.”

“I did.”

“And?”

“I abandoned it in aisle three.”

You laughed, sliding off the stool to help him unpack. “You realize this is exactly why I offered to make the list.”

“I know.”

“And you ignored me.”

“I wanted to see what you’d do when I didn’t listen.”

You raised a brow. “So you wanted chaos.”

“I wanted content.”

“That’s the same thing in your world.”

“Exactly.” He said it like it was a compliment.

An hour later, two cameras were set up around the kitchen. One facing the stove. One capturing the island—and, unfortunately for Jason, his entire existence.

You adjusted your mic while he leaned in beside you, way too close for someone who claimed to be “just filming.”

The stream went live. The viewer count shot up almost instantly, you both couldn’t even read chat properly.

“Oh—” You glanced at the screen. “…That’s a lot of people.”

Jason leaned over your shoulder, his voice low. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that part.”

“You expected this?”

“I expected… less judgment in the first ten seconds.”

“You have no poker face.”

“I don’t play poker.”

“You’d lose immediately.”

He pointed at the counter. “Okay, chef. What are we making?”

“Vodka pasta.”

He blinked. “…Where’s the vodka?”

You stared at him, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“What?”

“You don’t actually drink it.”

“You literally cook it.”

“You cook it out.”

“Oh.”

A pause. “…That makes so much more sense.”

The chat exploded.

he’s so lost 😭

she’s already done with him LMAO

this is flirting right??

You glanced at the screen and smirked. “I now understand why your roommates banned you from the kitchen.”

“I’ve cooked before.”

“When?”

“…There was grilled cheese.”

“That’s not cooking.”

“It involved heat.”

“And smoke alarms.”

“Details.”

You handed him an onion, “Dice this.”

“Easy.” He took the knife confidently. Too confidently.

“…Jason.”

“What?”

“You’re holding it like you’re about to fight someone.”

“I am fighting the onion.”

“That’s not how this works.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice like it was a secret. “You’re just intimidated by my technique.”

“I’m terrified, actually.”

The chat immediately caught it.

the tension is insane rn

why are they flirting over onions

I ship it already

Five minutes later, the onion looked like it had survived three different disasters. You stared at the cutting board, then at him. “…It’s kind of impressive how inconsistent these are.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I’m taking it as one.”

Things only escalated from there.

He almost poured cream on the counter instead of the pan. Reached for paprika like it was a life decision. Nearly grabbed powdered sugar. “You keep sugar next to spices?”

“Don’t judge my system.”

“There is no system.”

“There is emotional organization.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is in my world.”

You bumped his shoulder lightly as you reached past him. “You’re distracting.”

“I’m distracting?”

“You’re standing too close.”

He didn’t move. “Am I?”

You looked up at him, “…Yes.”

A beat.

“…Do you want me to move?”

“No.” The word came out faster than you meant it to. The chat went feral.

OH???

DID SHE JUST SAY NO???

THIS IS NOT A COOKING STREAM ANYMORE

Jason’s mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Noted.”

Halfway through, one of Adapt walked in, stopped. Looked at the chaos. Looked at both of you. “…Should I come back when you’re not… whatever this is?”

Jason didn’t even look away from you. “Probably.”

“Yeah,” you added, still focused on the pan.

Adapt slowly backed out. “Cool. Love this for you both.”

The door shut. The chat lost it.

Eventually, somehow, the sauce came together perfectly.

Jason leaned over the pot. “…Wait, it actually smells insane.”

You nudged him with your elbow. “I told you.”

“I thought you were bluffing.”

“I don’t bluff about food.”

“That’s kind of hot.”

You froze for half a second. “…Excuse me?”

He looked at you like he hadn’t realized he said it out loud. “…I meant—”

“Don’t fix it.”

The air shifted, just slightly. The kind of shift that made everything feel closer than it should.

Jason reached for a spoon and you caught his wrist immediately. “Hot.”

“I know.”

“You were absolutely about to burn your mouth.”

“I live dangerously.”

“You live stupidly.”

“Same thing.”

He didn’t pull away. Neither did you. The chat slowed, then exploded.

HELLO???

WHY ARE THEY HOLDING HANDS???

I’M INVESTED

He finally tasted it, his eyes widened. “…Okay.”

“What?”

“That’s actually unfairly good.”

“Unfairly?”

“I take back every doubt I had.”

“Good.”

He looked at you longer than necessary. “…You’re kind of annoying.”

“You’re kind of incompetent.”

“That’s fair.”

A pause. Neither of you moved. Too close, too aware.

Jason’s voice dropped, “…You’re also kind of—”

The kitchen door opened. “Yo, is there—”

Both of you stepped apart instantly. Ron walked in, grabbed a bowl, and left without another word. “…Never mind.”

the door closed, silence. Then laughter—soft, breathless, from both of you.

By the time the stream ended, the house smelled like comfort and chaos had finally agreed to coexist. People came and went. Compliments were thrown. Food disappeared faster than it should have.

And somehow, through all of it, you and Jason kept finding yourselves standing too close.

Later that night, the house finally quieted. A movie playing downstairs, soft music somewhere in the hallway.

You knocked lightly on Jason’s open door. “Can I come in?”

He looked up from his desk, “Of course.”

You stepped in, sitting on the edge of his bed like it was becoming a habit. The conversation started like it always did, easy.

Then—“Oh,” he said suddenly. “I forgot to tell you.”

“What?”

“The Halloween party.”

You perked up, “Right. That thing.”

“It’s kind of a big deal here.”

“Define big deal.”

“Costumes. Drama. Someone always shows up as something unhinged.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“It gets worse.”

“How?”

“People take it seriously.”

You laughed.

“That’s not a warning, that’s a promise.” He leaned back on his hands, watching you. “You’d be good at it.”

“At Halloween?”

“At winning it.”

You tilted your head. “Oh?”

“You’d definitely overthink your costume.”

“I don’t overthink things.”

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re overthinking this conversation right now.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

He smiled. There it was again. That look. Like he already knew you better than he should. “You should do something bold,” he said.

“You first.”

“I am bold.”

“You are loud.”

“Same thing.”

You laughed softly. The room felt smaller than it had ten minutes ago.

Jason shifted slightly closer, “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

His voice dropped. “I—”

The door downstairs slammed. Footsteps. A voice calling for someone.

The moment shattered instantly. You both pulled back like nothing had happened. Like nothing almost had.

“…I should go,” you said quickly.

“Yeah,” he replied, a little too calm.

You stood, paused. You looked at him.

Neither of you spoke for a second too long. Then you turned and left.

CHAPTER THREE: 𝒸oast to 𝒸oast.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ the day has finally come!! you meet jason + the core boys.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ i made a taglist !! please comment on it if you would like to be tagged. Pretend this isn’t bad, it’s lowkey a filler chapter..chapter 4 will be longer :)

September 19th

Your apartment is unusually quiet as you zip up your suitcase, double-check your camera batteries, and stare at your passport even though you’re flying domestic.

You’re not nervous about the collaboration. You’re nervous about meeting the person behind the screen.

The plane ride is long enough for you to overthink everything.

What if it’s awkward? What if you’re quieter in person than he expects? What if the internet has built this up so much that there’s no way reality can live up to it?

Los Angeles is warmer than New York. Palm trees replace maple trees. The air smells different.

You collect your suitcase and walk toward baggage claim, your airpods playing softly.

People move in every direction.

You spotted him before he spotted you. Black hoodie despite the California heat. Baseball cap pulled low. Phone in one hand, iced coffee in the other.

He looked up, recognition crossed his face almost instantly. A smile spread across it. “There she is.” You smiled back as you walked over. “You made it.”

“Barely. That flight was brutal.”

“I figured.”

He reached for your suitcase before you could protest. “I got it.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.” He shrugged, “But you’re my guest.”

You let go of the handle. “Thanks.”

There wasn’t an awkward pause. No standing there wondering whether to hug.

He simply nodded toward the parking garage. “C’mon. I’ve got a coffee place you need to try before everyone at the house starts yelling.”

“Is that a daily occurrence?”

“You’ll see.”

It’s the first time in weeks either of you has talked without thinking about clips or viewers.

He discovers you put cinnamon in almost every coffee. You discover he never finishes a drink before buying another one. He teases you for having three different bags.

You tease him for somehow losing his car keys while they’re still in his hand.

Conversation comes naturally. The kind where silence isn’t uncomfortable.

On the drive back, he points out random landmarks like a terrible tour guide. “That’s… a building.”

“Very informative.”

“I know my city.”

You snort, “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll see I’m right eventually.”

You spend more time laughing than talking.

Then after one long coffee run and uncontrollable traffic, you arrive at The Core House. The front door swings open before Jason even has a chance to unlock it.

“She’s here?”

Three people appear almost immediately. One introduces himself before another interrupts. Someone grabs your suitcase. Someone else asks if you’re hungry.

The house somehow manages to be louder than it looked online.

Then another roommate walks into the kitchen. Marlon. He’s quieter than everyone else. More laid-back.

He smiles. “So you’re the famous Girl Next Door.”

You laugh, “I don’t know about famous.”

“I’ve seen enough edits this week to think otherwise.”

That gets your first genuine laugh since arriving.

Jason notices. He doesn’t think much of it. At first.

Throughout the afternoon, Marlon keeps ending up wherever you are. Not in an obvious way. Just…If you’re making food, he happens to walk into the kitchen. If you’re looking at everyone’s streaming setups, he’s the one explaining where everything is.

He’s easy to talk to. Funny without trying. Comfortable. You don’t think anything of it, he’s just welcoming.

Jason notices it before anyone else does. Not because Marlon is flirting, Because Marlon keeps finding reasons to talk to you.

He catches himself watching another conversation from across the room.

You laugh at something Marlon says. Jason looks away almost immediately. It shouldn’t bother him. You’ve been in Los Angeles for less than two hours.

Marlon’s his friend. You’re not dating. You’re not even close. Still…The feeling sits there.

One roommate who you remember by the name of Ron nudges him. “You good?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve been staring at the wall for like a minute.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You literally were.”

Jason grabs his water bottle. “I’m getting something to drink.”

Ron watches him leave, “…Right.”

That evening, everyone decides to order takeout instead of filming. You all sit around the kitchen island eating tacos and telling embarrassing stories.

Jason spends half the night making everyone laugh. Ron and Lacy are arguing about a story Ron told that Lacy swore was his story. Silky is on the floor laughing, while Adapt looks like he wants to go back to bed. Marlon’s eyes somehow always drift toward your direction. You notice something, though.

Whenever conversation drifts toward you…Jason listens more than he talks. Like he’s genuinely interested. Not because there’s a camera, not because it’ll make good content, just because he wants to know you.

Later, after everyone heads upstairs, you step onto the back patio alone. The California air is warm. The city lights stretch for miles.

The door opens behind you. Jason walks out carrying two cans of sparkling water.

He hands you one. “You survived your first day.”

“Barely.”

He laughs, “You’ll fit in here.”

You glance toward the noise coming from inside the house. “I think…” A smile crosses your face. “I already kind of do.”

They sit on the back steps in comfortable silence, talking long after everyone else has gone to bed.

Just two strangers realizing that conversation has never felt this easy before.

CHAPTER TWO: ne message 𝒶way.

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ you and jason finally make it official and talk about a collab.. or maybe a date first?

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, swearing, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time. bolded sentences = chat.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ should i make a taglist ?? also this is gonna be a slowburn so you’re in for a ride 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Three days.

That was all it took for the internet to create a story that didn’t exist. One clip of Jason calling you pretty. One clip of you admitting he was hot.

Twenty seconds from each stream stitched together by thousands of edit accounts, all convinced they had discovered the internet’s next favorite duo.

It was everywhere. TikTok, Instagram Reels, X. Your entire For You Page had somehow become a cycle of the same videos.

Someone had already made a montage of your streams set to a The Beatles song that seemed to follow every slow-burn romance edit online. Another account had compared your apartment in New York to clips of The Core House in Los Angeles, captioning it: “golden retriever meets the girl next door.”

You rolled your eyes every time you saw one. You also watched almost every edit until the end. You’d never admit that to anyone, not even yourself.

Streaming hadn’t changed much. If anything, more people had started showing up. Some were genuinely interested in your content. Others were only curious because of the clips.

You tried not to think about it. The internet always found something new to obsess over. Soon enough, it’d move on.

At least…That’s what you kept telling yourself.

Across the country, The Core House looked exactly as it always did. Someone had left two pizza boxes on the kitchen island. A camera tripod leaned against the living room couch.

Music echoed faintly in an upstairs room while a video game played on one of the televisions no one was actually playing.

Jason sat at his desk with a hoodie pulled over his head, reacting to videos his viewers had sent throughout the week.

Every few minutes someone wandered into his room without knocking. One roommate stole a drink from his mini fridge. Another disappeared with his phone charger. He complained about both before immediately forgetting about it.

It was just another afternoon. Until his chat started saying your name again.

At first it was only a handful of messages. Then dozens. Then hundreds.

He sighed before he even looked at them. “…No way y’all are still on this bro.” The chat moved faster. He could already guess what they were saying.

DM HER

She said you’re attractive

She didn’t unfollow you

When’s the collab?

He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You guys have way too much time on your hands.”

More messages flew by.

He leaned back in his chair. “I’m not just randomly messaging somebody because my chat wants me to.”

Someone yelled something unintelligible from the hallway. Without looking away from his monitor, he yelled back, “I’ll be there in a minute.” No response, just laughter.

He sighed. His attention drifted back to the screen. The comments hadn’t stopped. One after another.

Just ask if she wants to stream

Worst she can say is no

It’s just content 😂😂

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I swear, if I do this, it’s because a collab actually makes sense.”

He clicked over to Instagram. Your profile was already there. The cozy apartment. Nights out & baking with friends. Streamer university throwbacks. Pictures of your dogs.

The same soft, comfortable feeling your streams always had. Completely different from the constant noise surrounding him.

He stared at the message button for a few seconds. “…Should I?” His mouse hovered over it. The chat immediately sped up again. He laughed,“You know what? I’m not even reading chat.” Before he could overthink it, he clicked.

His fingers moved across the keyboard.

when we collabing?

He looked at it a minute longer before hitting send. “…Too late now.”

Back in New York, your apartment was unusually quiet. Rain tapped against your windows while you sat cross-legged on your bed with your laptop balanced in front of you.

You’d spent the afternoon editing a vlog from your latest sponsored trip, trying to decide whether a certain clip belonged in the final video.

Your phone buzzed against the comforter. Without thinking, you reached for it. The notification appeared across the top of your screen. Instagram.

Jasontheween sent you a message.

Your heart skipped. “…No way.” For a second you simply stared at the screen. You hadn’t expected him to actually message you. Not after the clip, not after following you. You unlocked your phone.

when we collabing?

A laugh escaped you before you realized it. You looked around your empty apartment as if someone else might be there to read it with you. “They were actually right…”

You typed back before you could second-guess yourself.

whenever you want.

you flying me out though?

You paused, a grin slowly spread across your face. You hit send.

Almost immediately…Typing. Your stomach tightened.

whatever it takes.

i’m kidding. what’d you have in mind?

i was thinking we grab coffee or dinner before we stream. probably less awkward than meeting on camera first

You read it twice. It felt normal. Not like two creators trying to manufacture content. Just two people figuring things out. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

i’d like that

You stared at the message for another second before pressing send. A minute later another notification appeared.

could i get your number?

The conversation never really stopped after that. Instagram became messages. Messages turned into exchanging playlists.

Playlists turned into late-night conversations about favorite movies, growing up on opposite sides of the country, embarrassing first jobs, and why neither of you could seem to keep houseplants alive. It was surprisingly easy, neither of you felt like you had to perform.

Two days later, another message arrived.

i think we should finally make this collab happen.

i was thinking the same thing.

A plane ticket from New York to Los Angeles appeared in your inbox less than an hour later.

You opened the confirmation email.

Departure: September 19th.

You leaned back against your pillows, unable to hide your smile. Outside, the first orange leaves drifted past your apartment window. For weeks, the internet had been trying to write your story for you.

They’d been wrong about almost everything. But for the first time…You wondered if they might have been right about one thing.

Maybe this really was just the beginning.

CHAPTER ONE: 𝓌ho’s jasontheween?

🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ chat introduces you to jason after he reacts to one of your streams.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ slow-ish burn, fluff, swearing, jason already down bad, reader totally clueless half the time. bolded sentences = chat.

🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ hi everyone! thank you for all the support already 🥹🥹 my requests are currently open! also sorry if this is bad I promise it’ll get better i just hate writing the first chapter.

September had always been your favorite month. It was the beginning of everything you loved.

The air in New York finally started to cool after weeks of relentless summer heat. Leaves slowly exchanged their bright greens for burnt oranges and deep reds, cafés filled their chalkboard menus with pumpkin spice and apple cider.

You never saw the point in waiting until October.

By the first week of September, tiny ceramic pumpkins already lined your bookshelf. Warm fairy lights framed the windows overlooking the street below, casting a soft golden glow across your room long after the sun disappeared behind the skyline. A cinnamon chai candle burned on the corner of your desk, blending with the faint smell of coffee you’d made hours earlier.

It wasn’t elaborate, just lived in. Comfortable. The kind of room people watched your streams for.

Millions of people knew you online as The Girl Next Door. Not because you tried to be, it was just who you were.

You streamed almost every evening from your apartment, whether you were baking with friends, wandering through bookstores, decorating for another season, or spending hours playing games while talking about absolutely everything with your viewers. There was never a character to play or an exaggerated personality to maintain.

People liked you because you felt real. Tonight’s stream was no different.

Until Dawn had been sitting untouched in your Steam library for almost a year, and after months of your viewers begging you to play it, you’d finally caved.

You were already regretting that decision.

The atmosphere of the game had you sitting noticeably straighter in your chair as your character cautiously walked through another dimly lit hallway. Every creak made you pause, every distant noise had you anticipating another jumpscare.

A loud bang echoed through your headset. You jumped hard enough to pull one ear of your headphones off. “…Nope.”

You laughed at yourself, rubbing your forehead. “I knew this game was going to be bad for me.”

The chat teased you like they always did, but you ignored most of it, trying to focus on the game again.

Another five minutes passed before your eyes caught something unusual.

One message. Then another. Then dozens more.

Who’s Jason?

Did you see Jasontheween’s stream?

He reacted to your baking video.

For a moment you thought it was another inside joke your viewers had made up while you were distracted by the game.

You paused. The music disappeared, replaced by the quiet hum of your apartment. “…Okay,” you said, leaning closer to your monitor. “What am I missing?”

Your moderators had already pinned a clip. Apparently while you’d been live, another creator—someone named Jason—had been watching your baking stream from the weekend before.

The one with Arky and Yonna. The recipe had gone completely off the rails before you’d even preheated the oven. Arky somehow managed to get flour on almost every surface in the kitchen, Yonna laughed through half the stream, and by the end the pumpkin muffins were slightly overbaked but surprisingly edible.

You clicked the clip as the video opened inside another livestream. Jason sat in a room that looked considerably louder than yours. Someone wandered through the background carrying a basketball before disappearing down another hallway, followed by distant laughter from somewhere else in the house.

He barely acknowledged any of it. Instead, he watched your baking stream with an amused smile.

When Arky accidentally spilled half the bag of flour across the counter, he laughed. When Yonna almost dropped the mixing bowl, he laughed again.

Then came the moment you’d expected. You appeared on screen holding up the finished muffins with an unnecessarily proud smile. “They’re a little burnt,” your past self admitted. “But… they still count.”

Jason smiled to himself. “I like her content.” It wasn’t loud or dramatic. Just a simple observation.

Someone off camera asked who he was watching.

“The baking girl.”

“The one everyone’s been talking about?”

“Yeah.” There was a brief silence before he shrugged. “I think she’s pretty.”

Almost immediately, his chat started going insane.

OMG

matter daddy

L rizz

He laughed, shaking his head. “You guys always do this.”

Another suggestion appeared.

FOLLOW HER!!

“Nah,” he replied casually. “I’m not going to randomly DM somebody because chat thinks it’d be funny.”

The clip ended there.

You blinked once before looking back at your own stream. “…Well.” You hadn’t expected that.

Your viewers, however, seemed much more invested than you were.

HE CALLED YOU CUTE BABE

omfg if you don’t dm him

dudes head over heels already

You laughed quietly, scrolling through the comments. “Who even is this guy?” Someone suggested looking at his Instagram. “…Sure.”

You typed his username into the search bar. The profile loaded almost instantly. Verified, a few million followers. You scrolled through a handful of photos.

Mostly travel. Friends. Streams. A couple of professional-looking pictures mixed in with blurry group selfies.

“…Okay.” You leaned back in your chair. “I’ll admit…” A smile found its way onto your face before you could stop it. “He’s actually really hot.” The sentence slipped out so casually you didn’t think twice about it.

Then you glanced back at chat. “…Don’t make it weird.” Unfortunately, that request lasted all of three seconds.

CLIP IT

CLIPPED

COLLABB

Within minutes, clips from both streams had already begun spreading across social media.

One showed Jason calling you pretty, another showed you absentmindedly admitting he was attractive. Neither clip lasted longer than twenty seconds. Together, they were everywhere.

You didn’t think much of it. People moved on quickly online. At least… They usually did.

By the time your stream ended, it was nearly midnight. You thanked everyone for hanging out, promised another stream later in the week, and clicked End Broadcast.

Silence settled over the apartment.

You stretched, tidied the empty coffee mug from your desk, and wandered into the bathroom to wash off the day’s makeup.

The rest of your nighttime routine came naturally. By the time you climbed into bed, rain had started tapping softly against the windows. You reached over to plug your phone into its charger.

The screen lit up. A notification from Instagram appeared across the top.

jasontheween started following you.

You stared at it for several seconds. “…Oh shit.”

You opened the app. It was real. Not a fan account, not a prank. Just one new follower.

Without thinking, a small smile crossed your face following him back.

Maybe your viewers hadn’t been exaggerating after all. You locked your phone, set it back on the nightstand, and turned off the lamp. Outside, the city was beginning to fall asleep.

Somewhere on the other side of the country, someone you’d never met had unknowingly become the last thought on your mind before you drifted off to sleep.

THE GIRL NEXT DOOR 𝒿ason 𝓃guyen

♪ but i can see us lost in the memory ♪

🥽/🍁 IN WHICH ✶ everyone on the internet knows you as the girl next door. you’re the streamer from new york who spends her evenings decorating, baking on stream, playing horror games with chat, and somehow making thousands of strangers feel like they’re hanging out with an old friend.

three thousand miles away, jason, one of the biggest creators on the internet, lives inside the core house—a content house in los angeles where every day somehow ends with broken furniture, ridiculous challenges, and someone getting chased with a camera.

your communities couldn’t be more different. yours loves warm lights, rainy days, and horror games. his lives for loud laughs, competitive games, midnight food runs, and pure chaos.

everything changes after chat convinces you to join one of jason’s streams. within minutes, the internet falls in love with the way you accidentally keep matching his jokes, the way he can’t stop laughing around you, and how your calm personality somehow balances his complete lack of self-control.

clips flood every platform.

they’re literally made for each other.

stream boyfriend.

girlnextdoor x jasontheween.

before either of you realizes what’s happening, you’ve become the internet’s newest obsession. what starts as occasional streams becomes weekly collaborations. weekly collaborations become cross-country flights. cross-country flights become late-night conversations after everyone else has gone to bed.

between haunted houses, halloween parties, pumpkin patches, christmas lights, internet rumors, jealous misunderstandings, and the pressure of millions of people watching every interaction…

you slowly discover that maybe the person you’ve been looking for has been sitting behind another monitor all along.

because sometimes home isn’t a place. sometimes, it’s a person.

🥽/🍁 PAIRING ✶ 𝒿ason 𝓃guyen x 𝓈treamer!reader.

🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ angst, slow-ish burn, fluff, suggestive content, swearing, light substance use, jason is head over heels, reader doesn’t know what she wants.. | MOODBOARD.

♪ august slipped away into a moment of time ♪

CHAPTERS BELOW.

𝒸hapter one : 𝓌ho’s 𝒿asontheween?

𝒸hapter two : ℴne 𝓂essage 𝒶way.

𝒸hapter three : 𝒸oast 𝓉o 𝒸oast.

𝒸hapter four : 𝒸ooking ℴn 𝓈tream.

𝒸hapter five : ℴctober 𝒻irst.

𝒸hapter six : 𝒾nternet 𝓉heories.

𝒸hapter seven : 𝒸alling all the monsters.

𝒸hapter eight : 𝒶ftermath.

𝒸hapter nine : 𝓉hree 𝓌eeks.

𝒸hapter ten : ℴff 𝓉he 𝓇ecord.

𝒸hapter eleven : 𝒿ust 𝒻riends.

𝒸hapter twelve : 𝓃obody’s 𝒻ooled.