Subscribe, Chapter 2!

Hey, Maksyl fam!

Since Chapter One got a massive response, I decided to give you all Chapter Two!

(( youarefedorable unsvbtle loveisthewordhateisthebomb hollydollysfavethings chaksforever hayleechristinee renate651 ser-en-dipityyy icedanceroyalty since you all seemed to enjoy Chapter One so much, I wanted to link you to Chapter Two!! Thank you so much for being amazing with your feedback and support.))

I also HAD to give a special shoutout to grumplez because I adore your work with all my heart and I wanted to pay you homage by making a blatant reference to ‘Wet Lace’… I hope you don’t mind, love!

I hope you all love it as much as you liked the first chapter!

Speaking of chapter one, here’s a link to it for those of you who haven’t read it yet!

Keep the feedback coming, guys; it inspires me! Also, if there’s anything specific you’d like to see in this AU, send me a scene and I’ll try to incorporate it in some way!

I incorporated a suggestion given to me by youarefedorable in this one… Let the fanfic reading commence!

Alright, fam.

Now let’s see how everyone’s two favorite YouTubers are doing!

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By the time it had taken her to get to his flat, (which, by the way, took a lot shorter to travel to than her stupid GPS had said,) Meryl was about 30 minutes early for their so-called ‘filming date.’

The apartment flat seemed extremely elegant. It had a winding cobblestone walkway leading towards the entrance. The ground floor of the building, which Meryl supposed was the lobby, had thick glass paneling in place of walls.

This architectural design, of course, enabled her to see straight inside the main level.

What she saw looked absolutely beautiful.

A sea of people bustled about the lobby. Five chandeliers glittered overhead, providing the lobby with soft glimmers of luminescence. The floors and (from what she could see) the help desks were made of white marble.

The formality of it made Meryl feel kind of underdressed.

Just then, her phone buzzed to life in her lap, startling her out of her awe-induced reverie.

One new Twitter notification from one @MaksimC.

“@MaksimC: Hey, guys! @Meryl_Davis and I are doing our collabs today. For her video, we have decided to do Truth or Dare. Send in your questions and challenges using the hashtag #MaksylCollab !”

She rose a confused eyebrow. They hadn’t previously discussed video ideas…

“@troyesivan: #MaksylCollab I dare you two to get married. Seriously. Do it.”

She laughed, retweeting the comment. She had been expecting it.

“@Tyler_Oakley: @troyesivan, exactly, Troye. E-X-A-C-T-L-Y. #TroylerAreWaitingForTheMaksylMarriage”

Meryl’s phone pinged again. She had a feeling she knew who was behind this particular notification.

She glanced down at her DMs and proved her suspicions correct.

One new DM from one @MaksimC.

“Hey, babe. I know I’m telling you a little bit late but I thought it’d be cool if we chose each other’s video subjects. Thoughts?”

She quickly typed back a reply, hoping it matched his usual tone: “Late is right! No worries, though; I’m planning payback. Your overall cuteness will not get you a free pass.”

Ping. His reply sprung up on her screen moments after she sent hers.

“First of all, I highly doubt you could find anything that could make me uncomfortable enough for it to constitute as payback. Sorry—”

Oh, she couldn’t, could she?

Challenge accepted.

She continued reading his message.

“Second of all, I am not cute. You may find me attractive, or devastatingly sexy, but cute? Not an option, princess.”

She scoffed, amused. “Yeah, yeah, teddy bear. One more thing—‘Maksyl??’”

“Refusing to acknowledge the fact that you just referred to me as a teddy bear…According to the internet, Maksyl is our ship name. Yeah, it’s a thing. I mean, I knew we’d look good together, but I didn’t think people would start SHIPPING us just yet.”

Meryl couldn’t agree more. People were shipping them already?

Before the two had really met?

She knew they talked about each other a lot in their videos but come on.

Wait…

Hold up.

She could use that information to her advantage.

Maks doesn’t think I can give him legitimate payback, huh? We’ll see about that.

A quick search for ‘Maksyl fanfic’ on Google produced perhaps about 20 results, all of which linked her to a website called ‘Tumblr.’

She found herself scrolling through the ‘Maksyl fanfic’ tag for a few moments and read through a couple of fics.

Unsurprisingly, the amount of fanfics was limited—even the authors labeled Maksyl as their ‘crack ship’ (whatever that meant)—but Meryl had to admit, the few pieces of fiction that she had read were amazing.

But they’re all so sweet. How can I possibly get back at him with cute stories?

All of a sudden, she came across a warning she didn’t recognize.

Smut warning…What the heck is smut?

“Wet Lace by grumplez,” she muttered to herself, “Sounds like a fic where ‘Maksyl’ have a wedding on a rainy day. What could possibly be so bad about that?”

She continued thinking that way until she got up to the first risqué bit.

She squealed in shock…but nevertheless found herself reading onwards, intrigued by the way the author had written her character.

As she continued reading, however, the story got more detailed and more inappropriate.

‘They had already made love,’” she read out loud, “‘now it was time to—’”

She dropped her iPhone as if it were burning through her skin.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, still in shock.

Then, it dawned upon her.

“Oh my God,” she slowly spoke again, the beginnings of a diabolical smile creeping its way onto her face.

She replied to Maks, immediately informing him that she definitely had his video idea ready, but that it was to be a surprise.

And what a surprise it would be.

He wanted payback? Something to make him uncomfortable? She had just the thing.

She officially decided that he was going to read a few pieces of Maksyl smut out loud.

To his followers.

On camera.

She would read whatever her character said in the fics, and he would read his lines. They would take turns narrating it.

She pictured the embarrassment on his face.

He probably wouldn’t be able to get past the first few lines without blushing.

Ha.

Oh, Maks had no idea what he’s just gotten himself into.

Meryl glanced at her car’s digital clock.

She still had 25 minutes to go before she was due to meet up with Maks.

She didn’t want to show up to the flat so early, especially unannounced.

What if, when she got there, he was just getting out of the shower or something?

Not that I’d mind seeing Maks in nothing but a towel…

Stop it! The smut is getting to my head. He’s not my celebrity crush anymore—he’s my collab partner. I’m filming with him all day already. It’ll be an even longer day if I can’t keep my fricking hormones in check.

Meryl shook her head, wondering what she should do for the next half hour.

Maybe I should go to the bakery and pick up some cookies? I want to make a good first impression, even if I’ll purposely ruin it later with my idea…

She opened a new tab on her phone and did a search for the closest bakery to Maks’ flat.

She grinned victoriously at the ‘.2 miles away’ bolded beneath the first result.

To Kimmy’s Bakery it is.

Plugging the address into her GPS, Meryl took off.

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It was time.

Box of freshly-baked cookies in hand, Meryl stepped out of her car door and shut it with the heel of her foot. Her heart was practically in her throat.

The sun was beating down on the top of her head as she walked up the cobblestone pathway to Maksim’s flat. God, I need to calm down.

She hopped from one stone to another on the uneven walkway, a little game she’d devised to distract her nerves.

She made sure to keep the box of cookies wrapped tightly in her arms throughout her game, however; she didn’t want the cookies to break into pieces before she even made it to his flat.

When the cobblestone pathway ended, all that remained was Meryl, her nerves, and the one-pound box of baked goods.

She figured she would get her camera out of her car’s trunk after she brought in the cookies. (Food, as always, was her first priority.)

She stepped inside the flat’s entrance and tried not to gawk too much at the beauty of the lobby. She walked over to one of the front desks, trying to look as sophisticated as possible.

The woman at the front desk smiled politely at her. “Hello, is there anything I can help you with, miss?”

Meryl nodded. “Hi, I’m looking for—”

“Me?” A deep voice behind her sounded.

She whirled around and oh my God.

Maksim-fricking-C was standing right before her, a huge smile lighting up his face.

She turned her head back to the woman at the front desk, agreeing, “—him. Thank you, though!”

She turned back to Maksim, her smile wide enough to match his.

“Hi,” she chirped excitedly.

“Hi, ‘MerBear,’” he laughed back, opening his arms for her. She paused, unsure whether he meant to hug her or if it was just a ‘ta-da’ gesture.

“I’m a hugger,” he clarified.

“Oh! Okay, me too,” she nodded, laughing.

Meryl practically bounded into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. Throughout it all, however, she somehow managed to keep the cookies safely in her hands.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she grinned against his chest, and he duly chuckled at her enthusiasm.

She tried to ignore the giddiness she felt when his arms tugged her closer.

“Trust me, the pleasure’s all mine,” he returned, pulling away slightly.

He seems like such a sweetheart. I almost feel bad for the payback… Almost.

“Oh! I brought cookies,” she offered sheepishly, raising the box.

His eyebrows shot up. “Food on our first filming date? And here I’d thought you had already won my heart!”

Meryl felt her cheeks heat up.

No. Stop that. Keep it cool.

“They’re so you don’t hate me after we do your video,” she joked.

“Ooh, consider me intrigued,” he winked down at her.

“Prepare for complete, utter payback, Chmerkovskiy,” she grinned up at him.

Then, her real reason for bringing the cookies, “I actually brought them because I wanted your brother to get a good impression of me.”

“Ah, I see how it is. You’re after my brother?” He feigned outrage, clasping a hand over his heart.

“No, that’s not it,” Meryl hurriedly assured him. “Family’s just really important to me. I know that yours is a big part of your life, too. And if I’m going to become a part of your life, no matter how small or insignificant the part I play may be, I really do want to make a good impression on the people who matter the most to you.”

Any pretense of joking had vanished from his face entirely. He had a softer look about him now.

“Well,” he spoke after a moment’s pause, “I’m sure my family will love you.”

He took her hand. “Now come on; my flat’s on the third floor.”

She followed him to the elevator.

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Maksim swung his door open, leading Meryl inside his flat.

“My brother doesn’t know you were coming over,” he quietly explained.

“Val,” he called out, “I want you to meet someone important.”

The young man Meryl recognized to be Maks’ brother sauntered out of a room further inside the flat.

“Is it that ‘MerBear’ girl you always say you’re going to marry?” Val called back, his tone joking.

Maks froze next to her at Val’s words. Meryl shot him an amused look, then turned back to Val, who had just entered the room.

Val’s eyes widened almost comically as they landed on Meryl.

“Holy shit, it is!” he grinned, surprise and disbelief evident on his face.

“She’s even more beautiful in the flesh! How the hell did you get that one to come here, Maks?”

Val stopped in front of Meryl.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, gorgeous,” he took her hand gently in his, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her hand.

Meryl smiled at the gesture.

“It’s so nice to meet you too, Val,” she promptly agreed.

Maks seemed to unfreeze at the exchange, slinging an arm around Meryl’s shoulders.

“Right. Well, now that we’re all acquainted, Meryl and I are going to go film our videos.” He interjected.

Val ran a hand over his face in mock anguish.

“But what am I going to do? I’m bored just lying around here all day,” he moaned.

“Meryl brought cookies. You can start eating them,” Maks, frustrated, thrust the box of cookies at Val.

Val seemed to take the hint.

He casually took the box from Maks’ hands and spun around towards Meryl.

“You, my dear, are a keeper,” Val winked at her.

“Ви чули, що, брат? нічого дурного не роблять. Ця дівчина є зберігачем,” he nudged Maks’ shoulder, then began to walk to the kitchen.

“What’d he say?” Meryl smiled at the heat rising to Maks’ cheeks. Yes, embarrassment suited him, which meant his video was going to be fun.

“He asked if I heard him say you were special, and he told me not to do anything stupid to mess it up. He said you were a definite keeper,” Maks muttered.

Meryl threw her head back in a full-on laugh. “Val, I love you already. Please make a cameo in one of our videos!” She called out.

Val poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, a half-eaten cookie already in his hand.

“Will do,” he grinned, crumbs falling out of his mouth as he spoke.

Maks brought a hand to his face in distress.

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They decided to do Meryl’s video first.

“Hey, guys! What’s up—Maks, you have to say it with me,” Meryl whined.

“No,” Maks argued, “I will not join in on your little intro. It’s way too cutesy for me.”

“Please? Do it for my amazing subscribers,” she frowned.

“No,” he insisted, tugging slightly at the ends of his hair.

“Pretty please?” She exhaled, jutting her lower lip out in a pout.

“Oh, no—don’t look at me like that,” Maks frowned, putting one of his hands over her face and covering it completely.

Meryl let out a muffled ‘hey,’ which he laughed at.

He stopped laughing when he felt something wet and slimy run across his palm.

Maks pulled his hand away in disgust.

“Did you… Did you just lick me?” He asked, incredulity coloring his tone.

“It got you to take your overly-large hand away from my face, didn’t it?” She giggled gleefully.

“Overly-large? My hand is not overly-large! It’s average-sized. You are the one with the tiny face,” Maks defended.

“I’m not that tiny,” Meryl put her hands on her hips.

“Oh yes, you are,” he retorted.

“You’re just trying to change the topic so you can get out of doing the intro!” She swatted his arm again.

“And the violence never stops,” Maks quipped.

“Do the intro,” Meryl firmly stated.

Maks let out a defeated sigh. “Ugh. Fine.”

“Yay! Okay. Beginning the video in 3, 2, 1.”

“Hey guys! What’s up?” The duo said in unison.

“It’s MerBear here, and today I have a very special guest..” She swept an arm to indicate the man next to her.

“MaksimC,” he said, over-exaggerating the excitement in his voice. He even used jazz hands.

Meryl gave him a pointed look and he backed down.

“MaksimC,” he said again, raising his arms in surrender.

Meryl nodded her head, facing the camera again.

“Yay! Today, we’re going to play a little game called Truth or Dare…”

  1. bigtimefan12 said: I love this so friggin much like my two loves
  2. therearenonamesleftfan reblogged this from chaksforever and added:
    Me either!
  3. namlulu reblogged this from youarefedorable
  4. youarefedorable reblogged this from icedanceroyalty and added:
    REBLOGGING THIS CHAPTER AGAIN BECAUSE RIGHT??? IT’S SO GOOD AND CUTE AND WHO CARES IF IT’S UNREALISTIC THAT PEOPLE WOULD...
  5. emf1947 reblogged this from icedanceroyalty and added:
    I love this, but I’m confused at Meryl’s thinking that “smut” is internet slang. “Smut” was an old word back when Tom...
  6. icedanceroyalty reblogged this from meryl-chmerkovskiy and added:
    AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS AND I CANNOT BELIVE YOU STOPED IT RIGHT BEFORE THE GAME OH MY GOD
  7. queen-meryl-davis reblogged this from meryl-chmerkovskiy
  8. chaksforever reblogged this from meryl-chmerkovskiy and added:
    I cannot wait for the next part of this!