Carter Reynolds Cute Imagine: Let's Do A YouNow (Request)
“Room 267?” I questioned, yelling at Carter, who was slowly approaching me from along the corridor. I glanced at the gold number, before returning my stare to Carter.
After he nodded in confirmation, I slid the key into the keyhole, and with a swift twist and a push of the wooden door, we were finally inside.
Today had been beyond fantastic; I was very-kindly invited by Nash to a Magcon event, which I absolutely adored. Sure, I was nervous, but the fans were lovely, and I had a blast. Nash’s dad then treated me, Mahogany, and the boys to dinner in a slightly-classy restaurant, which was literally to-die-for. And after an hour, or four, of shopping, Carter and I had finally made it back to the hotel room. We were both exhausted.
“You have no idea how happy I am to be able to take these God-damn heels off.” I almost sand, kicking off my black stilettos before climbing onto our king-sized bed. I flopped back, exhaling loudly.
Carter chuckled, before kicking off his own Black Nike’s and joining me on the highly-comfortable mattress. I rolled towards him, and he raised his right arm above his head, allowing me to cuddle into his side. He pulled his black iPhone out of his back pocket, before unlocking it.
“Hey, it’s only six-thirty.” He spoke, as the bright light of his phone glowed on both of our faces.
“Oh yeah, I thought it was later than that.” I replied, comfortably resting my hand on his covered stomach.
He locked his phone, before placing it on the table located on the right hand side of the bed. “So,” he smirked, as he turned to face me before wrapping his arms tightly around my body. “What do ya wanna do?”
It took me a moment to realise what he was thinking before I playfully slapped his arm.
“Oi.” I laughed, as he began to laugh with me. “Well,” I began, pushing myself up into a sitting position. “firstly, you’re gonna take your shades off, because you don’t need to wear shades inside, Carter.”
I carefully removed the black sunglasses from his face, before laying them gently on the little table, beside his phone.
“Secondly,” I continued, “you’re gonna take off your hat, because you don’t need to wear that inside either.”
I took off his hat, repeating my previous actions, before ruffling his hair.
“And lastly,” I spoke, trying my hardest to maintain a serious expression, “you’re gonna take off your pants.”
Carter’s eyes darted to meet mine, his mouth slightly opened.
“I’m kidding, please keep those on. Should’ve seen your face though.” I nudged him, giggling.
He rolled his eyes, before pulling me back down, forcing me to return to my original position.
“I’m bored.” I half-whispered, toying around with the buttons on Carter’s shirt.
“Um,” he thought aloud, racking his mind of possibilities that we could attempt, “wanna do a YouNow?”
My face lit up, as a grin began to appear on my face. “Oh my God, can we please?”
I loved doing YouNows. Like I don’t think anyone understood how much I loved doing them, especially with Carter. It was so much fun, and being able to connect with the fans, and seeing the amount of people who were actually interested in watching you just being yourself was overwhelming.
Carter reached for his iPhone, as did I. We both tweeted, announcing the broadcast, before Carter pushed himself up from the bed. I watched him as he progressed towards his un-packed suitcase.
He lifted a small tower of neatly-folded sweatpants, before pulling his silver MacBook out from beneath.
Setting up his computer at the end of the bed, we both sat down on the soft carpet, our backs resting on the bed frame.
“Ready?” He asked, opening up the website.
“Yep.” I replied, fixing my loose curls. I fanned my face, crossing my legs, and positioning myself in front of the camera, making sure the fans could see me.
Carter began the YouNow, sweetly kissing my cheek for the snapshot.
Instantly, the viewers shot up, rising by the second. The comments went crazy, barely giving us a chance to read each one, let alone reply.
After playing around for a bit, and putting on the cute, cliché, ‘couple-act’ for the camera, we decided to do a Q&A.
Carter’s twitter mentions blew up with the hashtag, as did mine. I scrolled through the tweets, searching for some interesting questions.
“Where did you guys meet?” I asked, repeating one of the fans tweets. I looked at Carter, as he glanced at the screen.
Carter spoke directly to the camera which was built into his laptop, “Um, we met at a party in August and we’ve been dating since September. [Y/N] is friends with Mahogany and she came with Mahogany to the party.”
I smiled at the camera, holding my thumb up, before returning my attention to my cellphone.
I faved the tweet that I had read aloud, before following the account who’d tweeted it.
Scrolling through the now-trending hashtag, I locked my iPhone, before letting it fall to the floor. I shifted around, before standing up.
“I’m just going to the toilet, I’ll only be a second.” I told Carter, before making my way over to the en-suite bathroom.
I locked the door behind me, the sound echoing in the hollow, tiled, room. I used the toilet, before washing and drying my hands, and briefly checking myself out in the large mirror.
I reached for the handle, before overhearing Carter from the room.
“What does [Y/N] mean to me?” Carter asked, most-likely repeating a fan’s question.
I let my hand fall, before I gently, but firmly, pressed my ear up against the bathroom wall. Thankfully, the walls were pretty thin, and Carter’s voice was surprisingly clear.
“Um,” He began, clearing his throat, “Well, she means a lot to me. Like, a lot. She’s my girl. I love her almost as much as I love you guys.”
I smiled at this part.
The love Carter felt for his fans was indescribable, and I was glad that he didn’t put me before them. Hopefully it wouldn’t happen, for obvious reasons, but, if by any chance, me and Carter were no longer together, his fans would always be there for him. The bond they shared was mind-blowing, and I was glad that he didn’t let me ruin that.
“She’s my world, and I don’t know where I’d be without her. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and seeing her smile gives me a feeling that I can’t describe. She’s smart, and she’s funny, and she never fails to make me smile. Sure, I can be a right asshole at times, and sometimes I don’t treat her the way she deserves to be treated, but she deserves to be treated like a princess. She’s my queen, and it’s impossible to put into words how much she really means to me. Her flawless face is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I see before I sleep, and I wouldn’t change that fact for the world. I think about her eighty-five-percent of the day, and I think about you guys for the remaining fifteen, of course. She’s just, you know, perfect, and the day she realises that is the day I’ll die happy. I -”
I opened the door, startling Carter as I did so. I switched off the light, and closed the door behind me.
I re-joined Carted, with the hugest, most-genuine smile plastered across my face.
“Y'alright?” He questioned, obviously hoping that I didn’t overhear his 'speech’.
“Yeah,” I grinned, picking up my cellphone, “I’m fab.”
Seconds passed, before I blurted out the words “I love you”.
“I love you too,” He laughed, holding out his open palm, “very much.”
I smiled, before taking his hand in my own, linking our fingers together.
We concentrated on the feed of comments on the YouNow website. The word 'kiss’ jumped out at both of us; many, many times.
“Oh,” Carter laughed, raising his voice a little. “[Y/N], I think they want us to kiss. Are you allowed -”
I leaned towards him, disallowing him to finish his sentence, before ramming my lips into his. We rocked back and forth for a second, before pulling away.
“Der ya go.” I laughed, returning my attention to the laptop screen.
A mixture of ’Awh’s, ’Omg’s, and ’Otp’s filled the comments section, which only made me smile even harder than I already was.
Requested by: Anonymous
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