authors note:: first fic very nervous. if u have suggestions plsz put in comments or asks!! for the chaturbate images it's a real pornstar named lia glamor!!
tags :: phone sex, 2hollis fan reader, dildo use, vibrator use, age gap (reader is 19 & hollis is 22), pornographic / suggestive images, real websites, real porn stars used, more being added soon
after a long and exhausting performance at the governors ball, hollis arrives at his hotel with his mother kathryn alongside him. They enter the hotel and split ways, going to their separate rooms.
after 2 hours of hollis' shower and body / hair care routine, he walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist, and he's .. got a hard on. he attempted to stroke himself off in the shower, but it wouldn't compare to watching pornography on his laptop.
obviously, he gets his laptop out and he sits on the comfortable hotel bed and logs in with the passcode to his laptop, going on incognito, and searching up "porn".
hollis clicks on the first link, chaturbate. it seems familiar, hes probably scrolled through it once while he was extremely horny and desperate for anything.
he clicked on the "teen cams", hoping to find someone in his age range, since he doesn't want to watch an old granny with her legs open.. that'll get him soft in half a second.
"kitty..y/n/n..she's pretty". thinks hollis, and he sees your high viewer count, which gets him wondering, "how good is she if she has such a high viewer count??"
hollis clicked on your picture, and he watches the livestream. as soon as he clicks on your image, hollis sees you with only a pink thong on, and he looks through the previous comments and tokens sent.
he realizes you were wearing cat ears before he joined your livestream, because he sees someone named mrshepardson saying "take off the cat ears headband." with 300 tokens sent after that.
it took him around 20 seconds before he got an urge to jerk himself off to you, legs spread open for the camera, thong still on, teasing with a vibrator turned off under your thong.
he immediately opens a new tab, still hearing your teasingly soft whimpers and begs for someone to send as much tokens as they can just so you turn the vibrator on, and he makes an account, choosing a username, he thought for a second.. he thought about how hot it would be for you to be moaning his name, but he also realized that hollis is a somewhat rare name, and someone could recognize the name.
hollis zoned out thinking about you moaning his name, then eventually he snapped back into reality when he heard a loud whine from you on the other tab. while stroking himself to your soft whimpers and whines from the other tab, hollis typed the name out "daddy22" for his username. he set a passcode, and used a backup email to sign up to chaturbate, then linked his credit card to his account, making sure it's one of his backup cards, since it's embarrassing for his bank to call and ask about a chaturbate sign up.
he swapped tabs back to your livestream, and your still there, legs spread wide open, completely bare from the waist above, pink thong still on, and vibrator turned on the lowest setting.. which irritated him, "who is such a cheapskate they can only afford the lowest setting?",he thought.
hollis clicked on the other tab and searched for where to buy tokens.. eventually he found this on his screen.
hollis purchased around 30 thousand tokens, since he has stupid amounts of money, and he likes spoiling people.. also maybe because he heard you say "whoever sends the most tokens today gets a private video call after!"
he first sent 222 tokens, and you smiled, saying "thanks for the tokens, daddy22! we've reached our 20,000 token goal! now i can turn this on medium!!" while pressing the button on your vibrator, your legs started trembling slightly, and you bite down on your lower lip to muffle your moans.
hollis comments, "when will you take the thong off?" and you read the comment while trying not to cum all over the vibrator, and you reply with a shaky voice, "only for private calls..send more tokens, whoever's the top sender gets a private video call.."
you keep moaning and hollis keeps stroking himself faster, precum leaking out from the tip as he continues stroking himself faster with his eyes glued onto the screen.
fast forward to five minutes later, your both edging yourself, and hollis sees a notification saying someone named mrshepardson donate 10 thousand tokens so he can be a top sender and get the private video call after the livestream, and you turn the vibrator off, making hollis stop stroking himself.
"mmffh.. okay..guys, i think that's enough for today.." you look around the screen and smile innocently "i guess mrshepardson is getting the private video call..ill-" your eyes widen seeing another notification, "daddy22 sent 22 thousand tokens. daddy22 is now the highest spender of this livestream." .. "t-thanks daddy22. you really want the video call, huh?" you smile teasingly
"mrshepardson sent 13 thousand tokens. mrshepardson has sent a total of 24 thousand tokens and is now the highest spender of this livestream"
authors note :: i know this is very short for an intro post but i literally have barely any motivation to make it longer..please don't laugh if it's shitty 😔😔 this was ≈850 words!!
SYNOPSIS: Y/n Y/l/n grew up in a very rich family, but from a young age she knew she wanted no part in it. She hated the spotlight and dreamed of living a normal life. At 16, she ran away from her home in Bridgehampton, New York, using her trust fund to start over in Los Angeles, California — but even then, she couldn’t escape the attention. After she left, the media only became more obsessed, dubbing her the “runaway Y/l/n.” To keep her sanity, she created a secret, faceless Tumblr account where she could share her life and thoughts without anyone knowing it was her.
“The lighter makes a spark But I look better in the dark”
Ft.Boyfriend!Conceal x youtuber!cutie!reader
theme: opposite attract, bunny!gf x black cat!boyfriend,
Summary: When a famous YouTuber and her secret boyfriend head to Coachella, the goal is simple: stay under the radar. But between the lights and the constant cameras, the weekend becomes a high-stakes game of keeping their romance a secret while trying to actually enjoy being together.
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@Username1 (3k likes)
Who is filming this? The camera isn't on a tripod and you keep looking at someone behind it PLEASE reveal him!
@Username2 (1.2k likes)
The voice at 4:20... Is this the boyfriend reveal we’ve been waiting for? 👀
@Username3 (850 likes)
You can hear him talking at 7:15 and 4:20! I need to know who he is immediately.
@Username4 (500 likes)
The way you’re smiling at the person filming is so different. You’re definitely dating.
@Username5 (2k likes)
I paused at 9:30 to see his reflection in the mirror.
@Username6 (150 likes)
"It’s too much glitter my love." 💦💦😍 ughhh his voice
@Username7 (400 likes)
The voice is familiar👀👀
@Username8 (90 likes)
The outfits are cute but I’m just here for the mystery man lore now. Hard launch soon please!
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@yourusername
🎵- pretty girl by clairo
Caption: coachella prep is officially in full swing 🌵🎡 shopping vlog is live on my channel now! go watch to see the fits🫶🫶🫶
Liked by @antihumanform, @chessasubbiond0 and 40k others
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@antihumanform
Caption: just chilling
Liked by @2hollis and @rommulas and 10k others
@Username1 (800 likes)
Wait... who is the other smoothie for?
@Username2 (320 likes)
The pink drink in the second slide is definitely not his lol. Who are you with??
@Username3 (500 likes)
He’s finally posting!!!!
@Username4 (1.1k likes)
Wait y/n posted these exact same smoothies 20 minutes ago... I’m connecting the dots. 🕵️♀️
@Username5 (150 likes)
The hoodie is fire. Where is it from?
@Username6 (400 likes)
Two drinks? Is there something you’re not telling us? 😂
@Username8 (900 likes)
I know a "date photo" when I see one.
@Username9 (50 likes)
Actually a cool photo. Who took the first one?
@Username10 (1.2k likes)
The mystery girl is definitely a pink smoothie type of person. We see you Ryan! 👀😁
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Reddit
r/LAInfluencers
Post: Is y/n dating Ryan D??
"I was watching her new Coachella haul and the guy filming sounds EXACTLY like Ryan. Then he posts the smoothies... am I crazy or are we putting two and two together here??"
-Reply: You’re not crazy. Look at the shoes in the vlog and then look at his IG post. It’s the same pair.
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u/DeepDive88 (312 upvotes)
Wait, I literally just did a side-by-side. In her vlog at 5:14, she’s trying on those silver glasses and you can see a guy in the background wearing the exact same Rick Owens boots Ryan has on in his IG post today. The math is mathing. 📈
u/VlogWatcher (145 upvotes)
Also, did anyone catch the laugh at 8:30? It’s muffled, but it’s 100% him. She’s been so private lately, so seeing her this giggly is a major tell.
u/TeaTimeLA (89 upvotes)
The way she looks at him behind the camera is everything. She isn't even looking at the lens, she’s looking at him
u/MusicStan99 (210 upvotes)
I just find it hilarious that Ryan is her new cameraman. He’s usually so low-key and underground, and now he’s out here holding shopping bags and drinking pink smoothies. Love that for him.
u/FactChecker (56 upvotes)
I think they’re at the Beverly Center in those clips. If they’re shopping for Coachella together, they’re definitely staying in the same villa or something. Two and two makes four, guys. 🕵️♀️
u/RandomUser404 (12 upvotes)
I’m just waiting for the paparazzi photos of them at the festival. You know they’re going to try to hide in the VIP section the whole time.
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TikTok
Caption: the concept of y/n being so giddy and giggly with her new cameraman
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@user1
literally her the whole video
@user2
this ain't right..
@user3
idkk but I'm hearing her man is conceal🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
background: y/n and roman have been friends for a while. they met through social media (them both being in the modeling world) and started hanging out more, they clicked instantly. y/n has met all of roman’s LA friends. y/n moved back to her hometown in florida due to her mothers illness, but she has to leave behind roman in LA. they missed each other like crazy but life had to move on y/n has rekindled with her old friend and started hitting it off with him…
an: i spelt ryan’s username wrong in the story let’s pretend that never happened 👌 also im going to new york so i wont be able to upload as much! but ill try to get at least two more chapters out!! PACKING not backing (my nails make it hard to type 💔) fuckkkk i can’t spell im “don’t not answer” im pissing
You and your husband had already been together for eight years. But things had grown only more and more uneasy the longer you remained in the massive palace that was the central living quarters for the Demma kingdom’s royalty, as well as their extended family and court.
But it was not just the family and the court that talked. You had gotten at least a handful of letters from your ever-aging mother. Pleading, begging, for you to fulfill your half of the dowry.
The fact that you had only begun to grow more and more notorious for your increasing lavishness was only adding to the drama.
With the constant sweets that you had delivered to the palace, the new wigs for every little event, and who could forget all the hand-made couture that you were constantly spotted in. It seemed as though everyone who was not your lady in waiting, father-in-law (miraculously), or your dearest husband, Prince Ryan Demma- the next in line for the throne of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the country- had an issue with you.
But how on Earth was it your fault that the next in line to be king, one whose face you had stared at for weeks when your mother gave you a little pink box with a portrait of him in it- his striking blue eyes being the only thing you had thought of before actually meeting him- simply acted as though everything about you made him want to crawl inside his skin?
~
But as you woke in the morning, as per usual, being dressed and cleaned by your ladies and waiting, you pushed the thought that you constantly felt like everyone in the palace was out for your throat out of your mind for one simple and important reason: your dearest elder brother was coming to visit.
~
You had been painting in the garden when your main lady in waiting came up to you with the short tone and near frown she always seemed to wear,
“Your brother has arrived, and he is waiting for you in the parlor, madame.”
You squealed as you all but threw your paintbrush down into the grass, running as quickly as your tight corset would allow.
~
“My dearest sister,”
Your brother said as he quickly scooped you up in his arms.
You hugged him back with equal excitement.
You had not seen your brother since before you were married off, because he had been part of the war your country was fighting with a neighboring nation, which was 90% of the reason you were married off.
“Oh, I have missed you so,”
You said as your feet hit the floor once more, eyes roaming over him, taking in the tiredness that you knew had not been there before.
“Yes, as I have as well. I see you are quickly adapting to your new homeland?”
He said with a sly smile as he took in your attire, which was indeed much more similar to that of your husband's nation's ladies than that of the high society back home.
“Well, I have already been here for quite some time,”
You said back with a roll of your eyes before leading him to sit down at a table in the parlor.
“Tea?”
You said, as you held up the kettle, and he politely nodded as you began to pour the hot water, a dash of leaves.
“Look,”
You said before beginning to pour water into your own kettle,
“It changes colors. A gift from Duke Herndon.”
To which he let out a soft gasp as he watched the tea water go from a deep blue to purple as the hot water hit the leaves.
You set the kettle down, and you both gently laughed at each other for your childish reactions before you simultaneously picked up your tea cups and sipped them.
But as he set his cup down, you knew that he had an agenda other than to provide you with a brief reminder of the peace and comfort of home.
“So… how are things with the prince?”
You rolled your eyes once more as you placed your own teacup down,
“Things with Ryan and me are fine.”
He tsked you before quickly replying,
“Oh, sister, you are not fooling anyone. You know just as well as anyone else that you and the prince are on a very limited run of time to produce an heir.”
You looked away from your brother as you smoothed your hands down the front of your cream colored dress with the prettiest blue detail- one that you believed matched your husband's eyes, even if you had yet to even see him today.
“He is… he is a complicated boy, I do not know what it is that you people wish for me to do. It is not on account of my lack of trying as to why the kingdom has yet to have a new heir.”
Which was more than true. The moment you formally met your husband, you fell entranced with him. It was not only that he was strikingly beautiful, and not in that fancy pants way so many of the men in the court tried to appear as, no, he was just simply beautiful. He was very into the arts, reading, and, despite his general lack of presence in the palace, in which he usually opted instead to spend most of his days hunting, was one of the only people you had learned enjoyed parties as much as you did. And in rare circumstances where he was not behaving as though you were a hungry wolf and he a sheep, he could even be quite humorous.
However, that all meant nothing when, anytime you tried to touch him to engage in any type of intimacy, he suddenly acted as though he slept beside a stranger.
He sighed heavily,
“Fine. I believe I shall talk with the prince. See if some… mano y mano can serve any use to get through to him.”
~
So, after some more catching up, your brother was led away to go see Ryan, who had apparently been in the garden, attending to one of your newer animals you had imported.
~
Your brother had declined staying for dinner, saying that he must get back home to mother.
But whatever conversation he had with Ryan must have gone over swimmingly. Throughout dinner, as you sat at your dining table, you could feel him glancing over at you between bites. Almost as if it was the first time in your whole marriage, he was really looking at you.
“We should take a walk after dinner,”
He said softly as he reached his hand to gently hold your own.
The simple touch made your skin feel abuzz with electricity.
“I would love that.”
You said softly as you brought his hand from your lap to your lips, placing a delicate kiss on the spot on his hand right above his wedding ring.
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The last of the sunlight clings to you as you step out into the night, your hand in Ryan’s.
You do not look back at the palace as he leads you in the garden, which had been turned orange with the hue of the setting sun.
Out here, it’s quieter. Not silent. Just… yours. Different from the hustle and bustle of the castle and the pampering that came with it. No eyes to make sure you and Ryan were doing everything as perfectly as it could be done.
“You walk fast when you’re trying not to think.”
His voice is softer now than it ever is inside, less guarded, like something about the lack of eyes loosens it.
You are slow, but you continue walking, eyes not yet on him as you admire the scenery; a smile graces your lips nevertheless.
“Maybe I don’t want to think.”
“You always want to think.”
He speaks, before continuing even quieter.
“Just not about the right things.”
That makes you stop walking; the two of you now standing deep in the garden.
He’s closer than you expected. Close enough that it feels intentional.
Too close for something innocent.
“Is that what you think?”
You ask.
His gaze drops, briefly, to your mouth. Then back up, like he resents himself for it, like he was still so entirely unsure of himself.
“I think…”
He stops. Swallows down whatever thoughts had tried to rip away the confidence you could almost see him trying to build.
“…I think I’ve been trying not to think about it too, push it away, pretend that what we have is not as simple as that.”
The honesty hits harder than anything forced ever could.
You take a step toward him before you can stop yourself.
“Then why let it be that simple?”
He exhales a quiet, unsteady thing, as if you had just taken something out of him.
“You don’t understand,”
He says.
“That’s all my family has ever made it seem like. That love should come after intimacy…”
He cuts himself off again, shaking his head.
“I simply cannot live like that, I… I want to truly prove to you that I can love you. That intimacy and love can be one and the same.”
There is something in the way he says it, so innocently, that makes that string that had been pulling every night you lay beside him in bed, strum even harder.
You close the distance as you step towards him.
“Then show me.”
For a second, neither of you moves.
Then his hand lifts.
Slow. Careful.
Like he’s giving you time to reject him, like he had been doing to you.
It brushes your cheek first, barely there, before settling- warm and unsteady- at your jaw. His thumb shifts, just slightly, and you feel the change in him immediately, the restraint thinning, fraying.
“You’re going to make me forget where we are…”
He murmurs with a pull of his smile and a breathy laugh that you had quickly grown to love.
“Maybe I want you to.”
That does it.
The space between you disappears all at once, no grace, no careful courtliness- just impulse.
His mouth finds yours like he’s been holding it back for too long. Completely all-encompassing.
It’s not polished.
It’s not gentle.
It’s real. Hesitant for a heartbeat, then deeper, like something in him gives way.
You feel it in the way his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer like he is afraid you will slip out of reach if he doesn’t.
Your fingers catch in the front of his coat, pulling him closer. Finally, feeling pride swirling in your chest over the fact that the long eight years you had been waiting could soon be over.
For a moment, nothing else exists.
Not the palace. Not the rules. Not the version you both were supposed to be.
Just this.
Just him.
He breaks the kiss first, but only barely, his forehead resting against yours, breath uneven.
“…Say something,”
He whispers.
You do not.
You just stay there, close enough that he cannot pretend this is not happening.
That’s an answer enough.
He lets out something that almost sounds like a quiet laugh. But there’s no humor in it.
“We should go inside...”
His hand doesn’t move from your waist.
Neither do yours from their spots on his chest.
“Then why are you still here?”
A pause.
Then, softer—
“Because I don’t want to leave.”
And this time, when he kisses you again, there is even less hesitation in it.
You allow his body to gently guide you onto the grass below, your dress quickly falling to your hips as his weight settles in between your thighs.
You almost immediately felt the shape of him press into your thigh, which caused you to laugh into his mouth.
He pulled away with softness as he glanced from himself slowly back up to your eyes,
“Seems as though the doctor was not wrong,”
Which you both began to laugh at, since about a year into your marriage, the king had sent the doctor to make sure both of you were functional… or at least functional to reproduce, and sure enough.
You pulled him back up to your lips as you smiled at his words. One of your hands trailed down from where it had gently rested on his shoulder, gently reaching down until it reached the front of his trousers.
He pulled back from your now puffy lips as he quickly understood what you were getting at. His fingers hesitantly reached into the front of his trousers to pull them down.
When he did his, his member quickly sprang free, the tip already leaking as it hit the front of his coat.
You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him move back over you, his lips coming back to quickly find your own as he pushed up the layers of your dress even further than they were already sitting.
He eventually pulled back enough to slide off your bloomers as he took in a suck of breath, as he looked straight away at the apex between your thighs.
“I don’t bite, I promise,”
You said as you sat up on your elbows, placing kisses along the side of his face before you ever so gently moved. Gently wrapping your hand around him, you experimentally moved your hand along his member. As you moved your hand, he let out a soft moan as he buried his face into your neck.
You continued running your hand along him, feeling him shudder above you as you whispered sweet nothings to him.
“St…stop.”
He said softly as he pulled back from your neck. To which you quickly obliged.
“Is something the matter?”
You hurriedly asked as you looked him up and down.
His blue eyes were hidden partially behind his heavy lids, his skin was now flushed, and his black hair was quite out of place.
He was the picture-perfect vision of beauty in your eyes,
He quickly shook his head as he finally looked up at you,
“No… I…I…”
You quirked an eyebrow at him before you sat up again, gently kissing the spot right above his beauty mark as you looked deeper into his pretty eyes, urging him to continue.
“I didn’t want… it, to go to waste…
Now your own skin was flushing, your cheeks quickly heating up.
“Oh…”
But you quickly shook your head as you gently brought your hands up to cup his face,
“Well, we'd better not let that happen then, huh?”
You punctuated with another kiss before you gently pushed him back, to which he obliged before helping you completely out of your bloomers.
You hovered above him for a minute. Trying to psych yourself up, that this was really happening, and if you were lucky, soon you would be on the way to your first child.
So, you gently grabbed his member and, with a deep breath of air, aligned the two of you, sinking slowly until you were one.
You let out the breath you were holding with a quick whine, feeling like every part of you was on fire and full, feeling his tip in what was basically your belly for all you were concerned.
After a few seconds of catching your breath, you began to grind your hips against his own, both of you letting out breathy whines and mewls.
It was not very long before you noticed he was getting louder, much louder, and as much as you were having fun being out in the open, you really did not want to get caught.
So you leaned down to kiss Ryan, swallowing his pretty noises as you did so.
But the room between you two that you had made by leaning down caused him to begin to slam his hips up to meet your own movements, causing your own noises to blend messily against his mouth.
Very quickly, you felt a coil begin to bubble in your belly from how hard he had been bucking his hips up into you. You pulled away from my lips to rest your forehead against his own, your whole body ready to snap.
He was not far behind either. Since it was only moments later, you felt him slam into you with what you assumed was all his strength as he simultaneously held your hips down.
Warm, hot liquid quickly filled your womb, which very soon after had that coil snapping inside of you as you gently shook above him, your fingers eagerly digging into the fabric of his coat.
You both panted as you slowly sat up, ready to get off him- only now realizing it was a miracle nobody had come searching for you both. But when you had tried to get up, Ryan very quickly shook his head, barely losing his grip on your hips as he brought one of his hands to gently trace random shapes on the skin of your now exposed thigh as he breathlessly spoke with a chuckle,
“No… not yet… just to be safe… We are aiming for our heir after all.”
A/N: I literally hate this sooo bad but shoutout to the anon that sent the request i hope it is at least semi decent
background: y/n and roman have been friends for a while. they met through social media (them both being in the modeling world) and started hanging out more, they clicked instantly. y/n has met all of roman’s LA friends. y/n moved back to her hometown in florida due to her mothers illness, but she has to leave behind roman in LA. they missed each other like crazy but life had to move on y/n has rekindled with her old friend and started hitting it off with him…
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 In which… your fanbase and Ryan's fanbase get into a brutal online fight after you "cancel" a highly anticipated fashion campaign with him due to personal issues.
Tags/Warnings: Cyberbullying / Social Media Harassment, Language Barrier, ed, Anxiety / Panic Attacks, Short king x tall queen, you have the worst fan base ever srryy
Creator's Note: Does anybody else ever feel like they’re adding way too much detail to a story… or not enough?😭
Lowkey not proofred
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CULTURE
Who Is Y/N Y/L/N?
The 20 year-old Russian model navigating the global runway circuit on her own terms.
At just 20 years old, breakout model Y/N Y/L/N has quickly become one of high fashion's most controversial figures, walking for powerhouse brands like Chanel and Versace while actively rewriting the industry's grueling rules. Discovered at fifteen and raised by her late grandmother, Y/N moved across the world alone with a deep focus on building a stable life—which, to her, means prioritizing her mental health over constant hustle. However, her boundary-setting has drawn sharp criticism. A recent article openly threw shade, painting her as unreliable after she canceled several high-profile shows, shoots, and collaborations to work on her own timeline. Critics and industry insiders have accused her of acting like the world revolves around her, misinterpreting her self-preservation as a lack of work ethic.
In reality, Y/N’s decisions stem from a quiet determination to stand up for herself, especially after recently opening up about her severe anxiety and how easily she gets overwhelmed. She shared that when the stress hits, it manifests physically—she completely loses her appetite, forgets to eat, and struggles to keep her head above water. This physical toll reached a breaking point during a previous season when, completely depleted from stress and lack of food, she actually passed out directly on the runway. The constant pressure of her career, amplified tenfold by the relentless noise of the internet, is simply too much to bear at times. Because she now chooses to step back and protect her physical and mental health before reaching that breaking point again, her list of canceled bookings has grown massive. She was set to walk the highly anticipated Fendi Haute Couture and Prada F/W runways, shoot the global Miu Miu Fall Ad Campaign, and headline a major co-designed jewelry collaboration—all of which she ultimately walked away from, choosing her own survival over the spotlight.
background: y/n and roman have been friends for a while. they met through social media (them both being in the modeling world) and started hanging out more, they clicked instantly. y/n has met all of roman’s LA friends. y/n moved back to her hometown in florida due to her mothers illness, but she has to leave behind roman in LA. they missed each other like crazy but life had to move on y/n has rekindled with her old friend and started hitting it off with him…
