ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

Hidden {Nate x Reader}

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I was texting my brother, Mark, before I drove to my boyfriend, Nate, house.

One Brother: psssh, I'm 10 times better then nate. Family over friends kiddo

Yeah, here's the thing, Mark doesn't know Nate and I are dating. We haven't been together very long, only about two months, but Mark would kill Nate if he found out. He's a very protective older brother, and it's frustrating as hell. And to make things worse, Nate was his fried too. Mark wasn't happy when I first moved to L.A. because of all the friends he had in the area, and he definitely didn't want any of his friends near me. It was always like that, even when we were kids. Anyways, that why Nate and I decided to keep it hidden.

Kiddo: whatever you say Mark, I gtg

One Brother: alright, talk later

I start driving, not taking long to get to Nate's house. I have a spare key, so I just walk in. "Nate! I'm her-" I'm cut off by him rushing me, tackling me into a hug. "Aww, I missed you too, babe." I say. He breaks from the hug just enough to kiss me. I love kissing Nate. His lips make me feel loved and welcomed. Appreciated and safe. Is that strange for someone I've barely begun dating? Whether it is or not, I do feel this way. "What do you want to do first?" I ask. He smiles that gorgeous smile. "Movie?" I smile back. "I'll make popcorn!" I shout, running to kitchen. "Goddamn, you're so loud." He teases. I shrug. "You know that already." I make popcorn as he sets up the movie. I bring the bowl out, only one so we were forced to cuddle (Evil mastermind >:3). I rest my head on his shoulder for the movie, warm in his embrace.

About halfway through the movie, Nate moves the hand on my shoulder up and down my arm for a moment, before resting it on my abdomen. I don't think much of it at first. But then he starts tickling me. "Nate, Stop!" I laugh. "Nooo!" Before he can grab onto me, I bolt off the couch. He gives chase. We run around the place for a few moments before I end up in his bedroom. He tackles me, making us land on the bed. He is on top of me, giving him the advantage to tickle me again. I shriek in laughter, begging him to stop. "You win! You win!" I breathe out. He stops, smiling down at me like he's won the lottery. "What?" I ask. "I'm just questioning how I got so damn lucky to have you." He whispers. I blush. "I feel the same way, Nate."

He leans down, connecting his lips to mine. His hands rest on my hips, and my hands run through his hair. His tongue slips into my mouth, and we start to heavily make out. At some point, Nate's lips move to my neck, and I give a small moan in response. At that moment, someone burst through the door. "Nate, I've got the best ide- what the FUCK?!?" We see Mark in the doorway, looking beyond pissed and horrified. Nate immediately gets off me. "You!" He points at Nate in anger, then me in shock. "And you! And he was on you...were you GONNA DO THE DIRTY?!" "No, no, no, Mark, calm down, we weren't gonna do anything." He starts flailing his arms as he shouts. "But you two were on the bed!" Nate chuckles nervously. "Technically, it doesn't have to be on the bed." He oh so helpfully inputs. Both Mark and I glare at him. "Shut up, Nate." I hiss. "I'm going to fucking kill you for touching my sister." Mark threatens.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mark, stop!" I exclaim before he can get too close to Nate. "Mark, please. I really really like him. And he really likes me. I want to see where this goes without you screwing it up. Please!" I beg. He looks at me, then Nate, then me again. "Fine, but I'm warning you." He points at Nate. Nate nods nervously. "Mark, how'd you even get in?" "The door was open." He shrugs. I facepalm. "Why didn't you tell me?" Mark asks. "Because I knew you'd get like this. You always do." He frowns a little, and looks at Nate. "You really like him." I look at Nate too, him looking back at me with admiration and kindness. I realize I more then like him. "Yeah. Yeah I do." Mark nods. "Then that's all that matters. I'll go, but we should talk later." I agree, and he leaves. I hug Nate. "I'm sorry about him." "Nah, I'm kinda relived that we don't have to hide." It's silent for a moment. "Nate, I love you. I understand if you're not ready to say it back, but-" He cuts me off. "I love you too, (Y/n)." And he kisses me again.