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Nyoni, better known as YoniBabi3 to her loyal subscribers, had built a career on being effortlessly real. Whether it was vlogging her shopping sprees, doing GRWMs, or mukbangs where she spilled just enough tea to keep people interested, her YouTube channel thrived off her vibrant energy and unfiltered personality. From her loud ass New York accent to her fire content, she had the internet locked in.
But when fans caught wind of a certain Chicago rapper making a cameo—well, his voice did, at least—things took a turn. Yeah, shit got different.
It started subtly. She was vlogging inside a high-end store, holding up a designer hoodie and debating if she really needed it. In the background, a familiar voice could be heard:
"Man, get it. You know you want it."
The internet caught on fast.
The comments exploded:
— "Ayo, that sound like Von..."
— "Why King Von in the background???"
— "Yoni, be so fr, IS THAT VON?!"
Nyoni didn't address it right away, but she couldn't ignore the way her name started trending alongside his. Clips from the video went viral, and soon, social media detectives were dissecting every frame of her vlogs, trying to prove that she and King Von were a thing.
Then, the inevitable happened.
A fan snapped a picture of them at a restaurant together, and the internet lost it. The speculation turned into full-blown confirmation. Nyoni Babi3 & King Von? The streets needed answers.
The Couple Content Demands Start
Suddenly, her comment section was filled with requests:
— "We need a Q&A!!!"
— "Von gotta do the 'Boyfriend Rates My Outfits' video."
— "A DAY IN THE LIFE WITH YONI & VON???"
— "Von, blink twice if she forcing you to be in these vids."
Von, who had always been private about his personal life, wasn't really one for the camera. But with the way fans were pressing, even he found it funny.
One night, while they were chilling, he scrolled through the comments on her latest video. Smirking, he nudged her.
"They really tryna turn me into a YouTuber, huh?"
"They just wanna see more of you, that's all," Nyoni teased, holding up her phone. "You tryna give the people what they want?"
Von exhaled through his nose, amused. "Man... I ain't finna be doing no makeup tutorials or none of that, but... we could do something."
That was all it took.
A week later, she dropped "THE VIDEO."
One night, as she sat curled up in Von's hoodie, phone in hand, she hit Twitter with a quick post:
"Send me & Von Q&A questions for the next video. Be serious, y'all."
...Big mistake.
The replies were pure chaos.
— "Who said I love you first?"
— "What's Von's toxic trait?"
— "Yoni, did you ever go through his phone??"
— "Y'all ever been caught up?"
— "Have y'all ever broken up and not told us?"
She snorted, scrolling. Oh, they was messy messy. But fuck it, she wanted drama.
She turned to Von, who was half-sleep beside her. "Babe, wake up. We got questions to answer."
"Man, I already know they on bullsht."*
And he was right.
THE VIDEO: "BOYFRIEND Q&A... Y'ALL NOSY ASF."
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King Von Imagines
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