If Only We Could (Woodland demars X reader)

Matt... thank you

In the morning, you woke up around 7 a.m, stretched, then headed to the bathroom to start your shower. After about five minutes, you got out, dressed in a pink sweater, jeans, and brown boots.

After having breakfast, you left home, got into your car, and drove to work. Using your key fob, you opened the door and greeted the cat before unlocking your office. You started editing some upcoming "Dope or Nope" videos that needed to be posted. Tanner knocked on your door, and you welcomed him in. "Hey, y/n, we need you for REKT," he said. "Okay," you replied, getting up to film REKT. It was as fun as always, with laughter filling the room. Afterwards, you helped Woods clean up until Matt entered. "Hey, y/n, can I talk to you in my office?" "Yeah, sure," you said, giving Woods a kiss on the cheek before walking to Matt's office, where he shut the door. "You know, I'm aware of what happened to your parents, and although you're only 20, I want you to know that I'm here for you. Not just as your boss, but as a friend. If you need anything, even just help with paperwork, I've got your back," Matt said warmly. Your eyes welled up with tears as you smiled and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Matt," you whispered gratefully.  Leaving the comfort of Matt's office, you felt a mixture of emotions swirling within you. His words of understanding and support echoed in your mind, providing a sense of solace amidst the turmoil of your thoughts. With a determined stride, you made your way back to your own workspace, ready to dive into the tasks that awaited you.

As you settled into your chair, the glow of your computer screen illuminating the dimly lit room, you couldn't shake the weight of what had just transpired. The memory of Matt's comforting words lingered, offering a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had clouded your mind for so long. Turning your attention to the daunting task at hand, you opened the editing software and began to sift through the footage of the latest "REKT" video. Each clip brought back memories of the adrenaline-fueled challenges you and your friends had faced, the laughter and camaraderie that had helped to temporarily ease the pain that gnawed at your soul. As you painstakingly pieced together the footage, cutting and splicing with precision, you found yourself lost in the creative process. Editing had always been a form of therapy for you, a way to channel your emotions into something tangible, something that could be shared with the world. But today, there was an added layer of significance to your work. Today, you were not just editing a video for entertainment; you were telling a story a story of resilience, of overcoming obstacles, of finding strength in the face of adversity. With each stroke of the keyboard, each adjustment of the timeline, you poured your heart and soul into the project. You carefully selected the music, the transitions, the special effects, each element serving to enhance the narrative you sought to convey. Hours passed in a blur as you worked tirelessly to bring your vision to life. The outside world faded away, the only sounds in the room the clicking of keys and the occasional hum of the computer fan. But amidst the solitude of your workspace, you felt a sense of purpose, a sense of fulfillment that transcended the confines of your everyday life. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you leaned back in your chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over you as you gazed upon the finished product. The video was a masterpiece a testament to your creativity, your resilience, your unwavering determination to persevere in the face of adversity. With a sense of pride swelling in your chest, you uploaded the video to your channel, the familiar rush of excitement coursing through your veins as you prepared to share your work with the world. And as the upload bar slowly progressed, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude—for Matt, for your friends, for everyone who had supported you on this journey of healing and self-discovery. But your work was far from over. With "REKT" edited and posted, it was time to turn your attention to the next task on your agenda—the latest episode of "Dope or Nope." With renewed vigor, you dove into the process once more, scouring the internet for the latest gadgets and gizmos to review, each click of the mouse bringing you one step closer to completing your mission. As you sifted through the countless products vying for your attention, you couldn't help but marvel at the sheer diversity of the modern marketplace. From cutting-edge technology to quirky novelty items, there was no shortage of material to choose from. But amidst the sea of options, you found yourself drawn to those products that spoke to you on a deeper level the ones that promised to bring joy, laughter, or a sense of wonder into the lives of your viewers. With each selection, you imagined the reactions of your audience, the smiles, the laughter, the sense of anticipation as they eagerly awaited your verdict. And so, with a sense of purpose driving you forward, you began to compile your list of contenders, each one carefully chosen for its potential to captivate and entertain. With each addition, you felt a renewed sense of excitement, a renewed sense of purpose as you prepared to embark on yet another adventure in the world of online content creation. As the hours ticked by and the sun dipped below the horizon, you finally completed your task, the final touches applied, the video ready to be unleashed upon the world. With a sense of anticipation coursing through your veins, you hit the upload button, sending your creation out into the digital ether, where it would soon be discovered by thousands, perhaps millions, of eager viewers. And as you sat back in your chair, the glow of the computer screen illuminating the darkness of the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you. In a world filled with uncertainty and chaos, you had found solace in the simple act of creation, in the knowledge that no matter what life threw your way, you would always have the power to turn your pain into something beautiful.

Woods stopped by your office to let you know he was leaving since it was already 5:40. You quickly got up, locking your office door behind you, and headed home. Upon arriving, you found Woods cooking in the kitchen and couldn't resist sneaking up behind him, wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug. After dinner was ready, the two of you sat down together, enjoying the meal before retiring to the bedroom for the night.