𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐉𝐊 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝙸

requested : no ⋆¸*ೃ☼
꒰ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ : none ꒱
ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ : y/n + ruel finally find each other,
poggers in chat for y/n and ruel
ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ they/them

y/n your name
y/f/n your friends name
o/f/n other friends name
y/o/c    your outfit of choice
y/h/c/s    your hair colour + style

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Ruel was backstage after his show, talking about how it went with his management and family members.

"d'you see anything interesting in the crowd today Ruel-io?" someone from his management asked him,

the person during golden years!
the beautiful person you had
locked eyes with during golden years.
jesus Ruel, don't be a pussy

"I mean, I guess. They- I mean-"

"THEY! oooh, do tell!"

"uhm, well. We locked eyes during Golden Years, I regret not asking the security if I could meet them." Ruel shrugs, blushing he rubs the back of his neck.

Screams erupts in the room, everyone jumping up and down,

"our little boy is growing up!"

"oh my god"

"we gotta find her, someone make an announcement on their social media!"

"no, Joel, y-you really don't have to."

"Yes we do."

When Ruel sees Joel and most of his team furiously typing on their phones, he knows it was a mistake to tell them in the first place.

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y/n and their friends are eating in her room, discussing and sharing videos of Ruel's concert.

"my god he was beautiful!! and so hot!" y/f/n exclaims,

"yeah and so were his eyes." y/n dreamily sighs, remembering them and Ruel's moment, "i know he looked at me you guys, we locked eyes during friggin Golden years!"

"we believe you y/n, we were there when we saw the 'moment', and as i said, will he remember it?"

"whatever loser. go back to kissing jacob sartorius."

"y/n stop! that was in grade 5 :'( "

"how the hell did you do that face?"

y/f/n puts their mouth over y/n's mouth to shut up. a little play fight goes on between the two, saliva ending up in y/f/n'a hair. y/f/n gives y/n a looking before screaming "g-ROSS! you are cancelled."
y/n grabs their pillow and BASHES y/f/n IN THE FACE CAUSE SHES A BAD MOTHERFUCKING BITCh.

"holy. shit. y-y/n, y-/f/n, look at this. i-"

o/f/n passes their phone to the other two, keeping it on the image they were looking at before.

"this- oh my god."

"Y/N, YOU BOUTTA MAKE SOME RUEL AND Y/N BABIES!!"

on the screen was Joel's story, a picture of Ruel performing the night they were there, and big bold text saying,

IF YOU WERE AT THE RUEL CONCERT TONIGHT, AND WAS ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE CROWD, YOU WERE WEARING Y/O/C WITH A WHITE BUCKET HAT, HAD Y/H/C/S, AND MAINTAINED EYE CONTACT WITH RUEL, PLEASE DM ME, OR MICHELLE.