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thesolferino · 3 years

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True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.”

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?”

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity.

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.”

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?”

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him.

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task.

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones.

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back.

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone.

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind.

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks.

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you.

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation.

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters.

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained.

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.”

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.”

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.”

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling.

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message.

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #dream fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfic #mcyt x reader

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thestarsanctuary · 3 years

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hi! I was hoping you could do a Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima (separate) with an s/o that has Tourettes, preferably they/them pronouns please. I hope you're having a good day <3

Of course! I was gonna take a break in the middle of my (unspoken) break aka me being lazy, but this request was so nice I- I had to 😔✋🏾 it was definitely the heart. It got me.

MHA BOYS WITH AN S/O THAT HAS TOURETTES

TW FOR ODD LOOKS AND STARES/BULLYING(ISH)

BAKUGO

Bakugo wasn’t really sure when he first met you about why your head was twitching or why you were repeating the sentences Aizawa had said sometimes, as he didn’t know you had tourettes. He never even spoke to you like the others did so you never had the chance to tell him until Kirishima did.

When you two started dating he started seeing patterns of when you would get to stressed and start jerking or spouting out random things you heard from youtube videos, he did his best to make sure you knew he was there for reassurance, whether it was a hand on your hand or just pure presence.

There were times when you would have ticcing fits and he would have to sit and rub your back and watch you, and in those times you realized he really was there for you.

He likes to do this thing where he rants on about things he doesn’t like to try and distract you- I’m not sure how he has so much he doesn’t like but every time it’s a new odd topic....sometimes it can literally be something like how he hates trees because when it’s fall he has to rake up the leaves and you have to say

“Bakugo they literally help you not die.” It really is a mystery sometimes how he’s so smart.

Sometimes you can be a bit upset with your tics. It’s not that you’re insecure or that you’re ashamed, but they’re difficult to deal with. The control that you could have isn’t there and that’s stressful in and of itself, and in those moments Bakugo realizes the best thing he can do for you - is make you understand that you are just like the rest of the class and the rest of the people in the world.

“Listen it doesn’t matter if you’re different because to me you’re still cool, you’re still funny, you’re still incredibly sarcastic and while I don’t enjoy that for the most part- you’re my extra regardless of whatever you feel. Get that bull out of your head.”

I mean, he wouldn’t date anybody less than the best.

MIDORIYA

Midoriya is the predictable character in the relationship. He researched about Tourettes and what he could do in times when you needed him, I mean he’s not perfect but he’d rather know something rather than nothing.

You tended to be the one who was more of a risk taker, and sometimes your tourettes got in the way of that- which could frustrate you to no end then causing harsher tics like hitting or yelling, and those were the times Midoriya tried to get anything too dangerous either out of your hands- or just out of the way so you didn’t get hurt, he was smart with it.

Other times he could be too much for you, almost treating you like a kid so you had to remind him that you know and understand precautions, but that you also want to live like everybody else and that is nothing short of your business.

You’re favorite activity with him was when he would help you study because he made it so fun for you. It could be hard to pay attention in class sometimes and do your work after school so Izuku would come over and assist you. He would make sure you guys took breaks and that you understood the topic at your own pace.

“Izuku can you like- give an example?”

“Well it’s just kind of- wait what is an example-“

In many situations Midoriya LOVED holding your hand, like he did it at any time, any place. It was something he thought wasn’t too much in public and it was reassuring for you both. When you’re tics got too much you could squeeze his hand, and other times when he wouls get anxious or something would happen he would squeeze yours. It was cute and handy!

There were instances when Midoriya definitely had his mistakes with your tics and how to deal with them but he was willing to take his time and learn because who would he be without his perfect person stayin’ by his side?

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima is probably the most sympathetic with your tics because he stay prepared for them. It’s never been like “Kirishima can you” but it’s always been more like ‘Kiri how do you always know’ and there’s never been an answer that he gave other than ‘I gotta stay ready for my lovely lover~’

Kirishima likes to do this thing where he goes “neck” after you have a rough day with your tics and with massage your neck for you or your back, depending on how your tics were. He likes takin’ care of you, and it’s not like he doesn’t know you can’t take care of yourself because hey, you didn’t get into 1-A by being a pushover.

Sometimes you’ve had times when people in school just aren’t all that accepting and Kirishima will clap back unprovoked.

“Sometimes I think about how sad you have to be to make fun of them and dang man, you got a therapist?”

Other times you’ll basically respond for him, like I said, you can DEFINITELY take care of yourself.

Whenever you’re in the car or on the bus on a trip in the case that you’ve gotten real excited (which is natural being around your boyfriends and your friends at the same time) he’ll play this playlist he made of your favorite songs and sing to distract you. Does he sing well? That wasn’t the question- but he does sing, only for you though because the other students keep dissing him.

He has a reflex of rubbing your back during free period or at lunch. I don’t think this is relevant but it’s something super adorable, and sometimes he just gives you his hand to look at and play with when you have anxiety as well to keep you calm.

Also irrelevant but other times he’ll facetime you before you guys go somewhere and ask what to wear because he wants to match with you, and it’s so cute because you could lie so hard and he’d believe everything you say.

You two are kinda a power couple like- you both can hold your own but also are such nice people, good job makin’ the rest of 1-A feel lonely guys.

TODOROKI

Todoroki is a simple guy. He doesn’t want to overcomplicate things for the most part because “why would I act like your guardian, if I’m literally your boyfriend” and that’s that.

He tends to try and keep you calm, as it’s something pretty simple for him, he knows a bunch of tactics for distractions or when those are obsolete, he’ll just sit there with you, and maybe rub your back or get a water bottle for when it’s done, he just never wants to do too much because he knows your capabilities, and he knows your limits.

He is also a large hand holder. Mostly because he doesn’t like the idea of PDA for the most part, and he doesn’t like leaving your side either, because you’re very comforting to him. It’s a given we all know he needs love and comfort please.

There have been times when people look at your because of your tics in public and Todoroki has had to give a little glare back because of the disrespect being blatantly put out. In rarer times you will both glare at the same time, those are the coolest moments of you as a couple.

Shoto doesn’t really care much for your tics only because he’d rather just make sure you’re ok then watch Avengers rather than treat you like a child if anything, and that’s because you told him first that you wanted a boyfriend not a babysitter (speakin’ facts) and at first he didn’t understand and he thought you didn’t want his help but soon understood otherwise.

Some cute things I like to think of are that he likes to put on your favorite songs when you’re anxious and try to dance for you. It’s not good- let’s start with that, because he’s kinda...stiff, but the attempt is absolutely adorable (and oh so funny).

Other things are he likes to call you cheesy nicknames when you’re cuddling because he likes your reactions everytime, because according to him, yeah he said it himself, you are very adorable when annoyed. Don’t @ me!

Overall he just loves spending time with you whenever he can, you’re truly a safe-haven for him.

EL FIN

Alright tourettes is a real thing y’all, so I didnt make this rainbows n cupcakes bc im sure that’s not always how it is.

If anything in this is offensive or too much for somebody I can take it down and re-do it! I’m not too sure how it is bc it feels kinda repetitive but we’ll see I guess, and thanks to the person who requested my day was fine thanks 😩✋🏾.

I also included some things I like to do (play with hands and listen to music) because i have anxiety and I known that can worsen tics and can also come with tics (a lot of ppl with tics have adhd, anxiety, or some sort of disorder along with it)

- SS <333333

#bnha #bnha x reader #tourettes #tourette syndrome #mha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #kirishima x reader

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thebookwormfairy · 4 years

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Buzzfeed Unsolved Part 3

Here's my contribution for Spooky season. This will be mainly class salt but there will be a little bit off the maribat team we love and their usual antics

Lila couldn't believe it

The whole point of pushing Marinette out of class life was to isolate her enough so that Lila would be the new class favorite but not enough that she'll leave

Who was suppose to to provide the class with free sweets and plan all the class outings and events

But here Lila was listening to Ms. Bustier as she made the announcement

Ms. Bustier: please take your seats class. We're going to hold elections for Class Representative

Alya: Shouldn't we wait for Marinette, Ms. Bustier? I mean she's the only one running right?

The rest of the class made sounds of agreement and nodded their heads

Lila tried not to roll her eyes

Ms. Bustier: Marinette will actually no longer be joining our class

Class: WHAT?!

Ms. Bustier: Marinette has been given a great opportunity to go to Gotham Academy one of the top rated schools in the world

Lila seeing a opportunity to spin this in her favor decided to speak up

Lila: So Marinette decided to abandoned us, even though she knew we counted on her. I mean who's going to help with costumes, or babysitting, or give us bake goods?

Alya: That's a good point!

Nino: This is going to mean we're going to have to cut down on our dates

Mylene: Oh no! The next school play is going to be a disaster without Marinette's costumes!

Adrien: How could Marinette just abandon us like this! It's not like her!

Ms. Bustier: Okay class calm down. We don't want any akumas now. Let's focus on the election for the next class representative. Are there any volunteers?

Unsurprisingly Chloe's hand shot up

Ms. Bustier: okay we have Chloe, anybody else?

Alya: how about you Lila? You'd make a great representative

Lila: Oh no I'm far to busy with all my volunteering and obligations, but you should definitely do it Alya. You were Marinette's deputy after all

Alya raising her hand: You're right? I mean how hard could it be?

Alya learned exactly how hard it is when she won the election and was told all her new duties

Alya: Are you serious? Marinette never brought any of these up to me

Ms. Bustier: She didn't want to cut too much into your time

It took awhile but Alya finally got the hang of things

Though none of the class events were as extravagant as when Marinette was in charge

She made Nino her deputy hoping it would give them more time together

And it did but it also meant that a lot of her paperwork was late meaning the class couldn't do as much stuff

But did the class blame Alya for this?

They blamed Marinette

Because somehow it was her fault that Alya were too wrapped up in her boyfriend to actually do her job

A couple of months later Lila and Alya watched the Ghoul Gang's (a/n: That's Marinette, Damian, and Jason's group name) first video that somehow had 10k views and already had 25k subscribers

Alya: How is she so popular?

Lila: How does she have so many views?

Alya: How does she have more hits then the Ladyblog?!?

They started scrolling through the short list of other videos that was posted

Adrien: Oh are you watching Marinette's videos?

Alya: You knew about this?

Adrien: Yeah it's not really my taste but I want to support our friend dont you guys?

Lila making her eyes tear up: Why would we want to support somebody who abandoned us

Alya wrapping her arms around Lila: Yeah Adrien she makes a good point. Marinette didn't even say goodbye!

Adrien trying to placate the two: Maybe she didn't have a chance

Lila: Oh please if she really wanted to she would had MADE time to say goodbye, right Alya?

Alya: Yeah!

The two girls showed the rest of the class the videos

And they had to admit they liked them

They were fun to watch and it was nice to see the old Marinette again

Lila could see this and it made her seeth

She had to turn this to her benefit

And she knew just how to do it

Lila: I can't believe you guys would support Marinette! It's obvious that she's just bragging and showing off her new life!

Chloe: I can't believe I'm saying this but Lila's right! It's obvious that Dupen-Cheng is just rubbing her new life in our faces! It's utterly ridiculous!

Alya hated that she agreed with Chloe but she also spoke of her agreement

Some of the other classmates agreed with them, but others like the member of Kitty Section and Nathaniel just thought that Lila and Alya were still a little hurt that Marinette left and Chloe was just jealous

They decided they would still watch the show just not talk about it with the rest of the class

A year later and Lila couldn't stand how popular Marinette's little YouTube channel was

She also couldn't stand that she had a richer boyfriend then her own, Adrien

So with the help of Alya, Nino, and of course her boyfriend Adrien they decided to do their own show

That was SLIGHTLY similar (read: rip off) of the Ghoul Gang's own show

They had Lila and Adrien as the host

Because of course they had to be the host, they were models and had more experience on camera

Nino did all the camera work

And Alya did research and worked sound

A lot of people called them out for being an obvious ripoff of the Ghoul Group's show from their name to their editing

But what people found worst that they were a bad ripoff

Lila and Adrien didn't have the same chemistry as Marinette and Jason

Adrien just agreed with whatever Lila said

There was no fun banter

And because neither of them believed in ghost there were no funny freakouts

Their show was mostly watched just for ripping on

Which both Alya and Lila hated

How could Marinette be so popular!

Lila just had to find some way to prove that her show is superior to Marinette's

And she learned the purest opportunity when she saw Marinette and the rest of the Ghoul Gang filming on some random street

Marinette: now we're back the next day at Rue Des Chantres after our terrifying investigation last night

Jason: What are you talking about it Thumbelina? It wasn't scary here last night. We even ran into the local heroes.

Damian: Which we'll be showing in a special bonus video at the end of our Paris series.

Marinette: Thanks Damian. And it was to scary. Remember what we heard on the spirit box, Green Giant?

Jason: Beep dop ga Apple tatter cre mauf

Marinette: No the other thing

Jason: Do you think we could make apple taters? Could that be a thing?

Damian: Focus Todd

Marinette: Anyway thanks for watching and join us next time to see us explore the famous catacombs under Paris. And for now weither the Rue Des Chantres is haunted will remain...

Marinette/Jason: Unsolved

Damian: And cut! Great job guys!

Marinette going over to hug Damian: Thanks honey. Great job filming as usual

Marinette gave Damian a peck on the lips

Jason: Seriously are Apple tatters possible? They sound good

Marinette: Maybe we can do some experimenting when we get back to the bakery.

Jason pumping his fist: Awesome!

Damian: We just have to finish on time to head to the catacombs. You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get the catacombs to ourselves tonight

Jason laughing: Calm down demon spawn besides this will be a nice bonus video

The trio walked away and Lils felt a smirk grow on her face

If she and her lackies could best those losers to the catacombs they could have a episode before them and it would look like they ripped off her group instead of the other way around

Later that night the Ghoul Group showed up at the Catacombs fully expecting to be let in only to be stopped by secruity

Secruity: Sorry folks the catacombs are close tonight. Apparently their filming something tonight

Lila looking smug: Yes that will be us we're the Ghoul Group.

Secruity: I'm sorry but the filming permit is under the name Damian Wayne. Is that one of you?

Alya: No, but their must he some mistake. Lila said she called and we were clear to film here tonight

Secruity: Sorry but without a permit you can't film here. Please move along

Lila: How dare you?! Do you no who I am?

Marinette from behind the group: No, but I do

Alya, Lila, Adrien, and Nino turned around to see Marinette, Damian, and Jason standing behind them

Damian walked forward to show secruity his ID

Alya, Nino, and Adrien: MARINETTE!

Marinette: Why are you trying to steal our filming location?

Alya: Why did you abandon us?

Marinette: What are you talking about?

Alya: You abandoned us! You left without saying a word! Who did you expect to pick up the slack after you left?! Who did you expect to do costumes for the school play, or run fundraisers or babysit Chris or the twins?! You completely left us in the lurch

Marinette felt any guilt about leaving without telling anybody melt away

Marinette glaring: I thought that the people who I thought were my friends only saw me as an employee, and you just proved it

Ayla rolling her eyes: What are you talking about Marinette? You're being over dramatic as usual

Marinette: That is what I'm talking about! Think back to the final couple of months I was in Paris. The only time anybody in the class talked to me was to ask me to do something for them, not even asking if I have time to do it just demanding that I complete what ever they wanted me to do! And you know what leaving was the best decision I ever made!

Marinette didn't wait to hear what Alya had to say she joined Jason and Damian at the entrance and followed them inside never giving thought to the friends she left behind again

3 months later the Ghoul Group broke up.

After Lila was shown to be working with Hawkmoth she was sent to juvenal hall

Lila, Nino, Adrien, and the rest of the class were left wondering how they could lose such a great friend because of a liar who tricked all of them

#maribat #damian x marinette #halloween #marinette x damian #buzzfeed unsolved au #maribat unsolved #daminette

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pillage-and-lute · 4 years

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geraskier Internet friends(?) au

Hello Llama! Is it heavily influenced by watching Youtubers react to Corpse Husbands voice? Yes. Have I ever played Among Us? No. This one kinda got away from me, and it’s not really what you asked for, but I hope you like it.

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It started with Yennefer. Everything in Jaskier’s life (usually the bad bits) seemed to start with Yennefer. He loved her, she was his best friend and the best verbal sparring partner he’d ever had, but after a night out, she always had the best ideas. In the sober light of morning, covered in glitter and (once) in a jail cell, her ideas were the worst.

This time it started with Yennefer asking if her friend could join the Among Us game. Jaskier didn’t have any objections.

“White is kinda sus,” Jaskier said a few minutes later.

“Shut up, Buttercup, you’re only saying that to distract from the fact that I caught you venting.” Yennefer was the black crewmate. She was also right.

“I’m just saying,” Jaskier said into his mic while popping open a soda. “He hasn’t said a single word all game. Anyway, what kind of a nickname is Wolf?”

“Hmmm.”

It was like the rumble of a god, the sort of god that gets carved out of marble.

“Holy fuck who was that?”

“Me,” said the wolf, in that same beautiful, gravelly voice. Jaskier almost spit out his soda. He leaned towards his computer, fluttering his eyelashes although no one could see.

“Well hellooooo wolfie,” he said.

“Hmmm. Yen’s right. Vote yellow.”

Jaskier watched his crewmate spiral into space.

Yennefer sent him Wolf- Geralt’s -number. He sent a quick text as he microwaved dinner.

“So Wolfie, do they call you that because you growl?”

No reply as he ate the microwave dinner at his tiny, crappy table, in his tiny, crappy apartment. He was getting really tired of eating this shit, too. He went to check the mail.

Jaskier prided himself on looking his best. On workdays. Or going out. Going to get the mail? Not so much. Except there, in the elevator, was Jaskier’s stupid apartment building crush, His neighbor, who he shared a bedroom wall with, who was relentlessly sexy, who always seemed to be in the elevator at the same time. Shit.

Pure white hair at, what, probably twenty six? Twenty seven? He didn’t look old though, he looked kind of timeless. Like a demigod. If Hercules hadn’t been Greek he would have like that. The man gave Jaskier a beautiful, tiny smile, slightly lopsided, almost a smirk, really except it didn’t look mean. His canine, barely visible was slightly more pointed.

~Fang~ Jaskier thought faintly. He blushed and nodded and wished he wasn’t in grey sweatpants.

Oh shit. The grey sweatpants. Without underwear. Ohnononoonohnohnohono. He hoped his sexy neighbor didn’t think he was a creep.

The man brought his arms up and put his hair into a man bun. Jaskier watched the way his arms flexed in his tight black t shirt. Maybe he was a creep. Then his sexy neighbor dragged the hair tie from his wrist with his teeth.

Jaskier made a squeaking noise, sure his knees were about to buckle. A pale hazel, almost golden gaze was turned on him.

Just then the elevator, jittery at the best of times, made an ominous creaking noise and jolted to a stop.

Jaskier and his neighbor locked eyes. Then the lights went out.

Jaskier leapt for the emergency button and the red emergency light came on. It was kind of sexy, in a red-LED-lights-in-a-dorm-room way. Jaskier would know, he’d graduated just last year. He was trying very hard not to think about the tiny space he was trapped in.

He hated small spaces.

His neighbor, who only looked better in the red light, was frantically texting someone. He seemed to send one text and then open another. He cocked his head.

Puppy. Jaskier thought. It was better than thinking about the death trap elevator. Sexy Neighbor sent a short text. Not a second later Jaskier’s phone vibrated. They locked eyes.

Jaskier looked at his phone. A response from Yennefer’s friend, Geralt.

“No,” it read.

“Wolfie?” Jaskier said.

The sexy neighbor’s sexy eyebrows raised.

“Geralt,” he said. The voice was spine tingling in person.

Jaskier surrupticiously swiped a sweaty palm across his sweatpants before sticking his hand out to shake.

“Jaskier, its nice to meet you.” They shook hands. His grip could crack a boulder, but it was gentle somehow. “So,” Jaskier said, mouth dry. “Quite the coincidence. How do you know Yennefer?”

Geralt opened his mouth but the elevator rocked suddenly, the emergency light flickering. Jaskier sank down the wall and whimpered.

Geralt was there, crossing the elevator in a half step and kneeling by Jaskier.

“Are, are you claustrophobic?”

Jaskier nodded, his breathing fast and uneven. Geralt smelled really good, part of him thought. The rest of him was focusing on the black spots forming in his vision as the panic took hold.

Geralt sat and pulled Jaskier close, holding him back to chest in his lap.

“Take deep breaths with me, its okay. In,” a pause. “And out. In. And out.” His voice was so calming, he could do ASMR videos, Jaskier thought, lack of oxygen making his head fuzzy. It was a shame he couldn’t seem to do as Geralt said.

The elevator jolted again. Jaskier fainted.

He awoke dead, probably. Geralt was shirtless and staring down at him. No, still in the elevator but lying down now, with something soft under his head. Geralt’s t-shirt most likely.

Geralt brushed some of Jaskier’s hair from his eyes.

“Oh good,” he rumbled. “You were only out for a moment.” Jaskier sat up slowly and Geralt pulled his shirt back on. Pity.

“The light’s back on,” Geralt said, looking at him so caringly Jaskier could have wept. “I think that’s a good sign, but there’s no signal on my phone, not enough for a call.”

Jaskier nodded, trying to relax his breathing. He couldn’t talk. Being speechless was almost as bad as small spaces.

“You, um, asked how I know Yennefer,” Geralt said. There was something desperate in his voice, and Jaskier suspected he didn’t like talking this much but wanted to keep him calm.

“I met her when she was helping move her friend in.”

“What?” Jaskier found his voice. “When she helped me move in? Really?” He’d been complaining to Yennefer about the unfairly beautiful man next door for almost two months, and shed known?

“You’re Buttercup?” Geralt said, tilting his head in that baffled puppy look again.

“Only when she’s annoyed at me.”

“I’ve been complaining about you for months,” Geralt said.

“You complain about me?” Jaskier didn’t think he was that bad a neighbor. To his surprise, Geralt blushed.

“Not exactly complain, more like...” Geralt sighed and slid his phone over. It was a sent text to Yen.

Yen you have to help me, he’s in the elevator and he’s gorgeous. He’s in these tight sweatpants, Yen. And his hair is all messy like he’s been running his hands through it. Like somebody’s been running their hands through it. Sweet Jesus Yen he isn’t wearing underwear and I would not be able to make eyecontact if he spoke to me Jesus I’m a creep. I’m trapped in the elevator with the prettiest man ever.

Jaskier looked up, grinning widely. The elevator shuddered to life and began it’s slow descent. “That was quite the panic text. But I’ve been sending her very similar voice messages about you.”

Geralt grinned sheepishly. “So you don’t think I’m a creep?” he said.

Jaskier shook his head.

Geralt winced. “Will you think I’m a creep if I tell you I’ve been going down to check my mail when I hear your door open? I kept wanting to ask you out but I was so nervous...”

He trailed off when Jaskier leaned in.

“Kiss me, please, wolfie?”

Jaskier got a kiss.

There were firefighters as they exited the elevator, as well as the building manager, looking pannicky, but they answered a couple questions and took the stairs back up to their apartments.

“So why are you called Wolf?”

Geralt grinned, somewhat salaciously and opened the door to his apartment. “Wanna see?”

Jaskier took his hand as Geralt lead him back to his bedroom. His pulse kicked up. Geralt smiled back at him, that same grin, that same heart-stopping hint of fang and...

On the bed was the largest wolf plushy Jaskier had ever seen.

“My Goddaughter won it and gave it to me at a fair the day I met Yennefer.”

“He’s pretty cute, for a wolf,” Jaskier said. He wasn’t looking at the plushy.

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What did you think? It really ran away from me and I know it wasn’t really what you asked for so if you’d like me to give an internet friends AU another go let me know.

#geraskier #the witcher #modern au #asks

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crispycrimebrulee · 3 years

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🎄25 Days of HXH: Day 11: Hisoka x Festive🎄

You would think, knowing Hisoka all this time, looking through his closet, inspecting his day-to-day outfit, studying his personality and all its nuances, that you would have figured out what types of things he likes to wear. In his closet was nothing but designer heels and crop tops, mixed in with fancy turtlenecks and couture brands and cuts and patterns, equal to that of a VOGUE Model’s closet. Bright colors, expensive fabric, you’d think the answer would jump out at you, but no. Here you were, sitting around, unsure of what to get him. Hisoka always made sure to look the part of the season too, at least once during all the festivities. Although those outfits were rare, he made sure they had their debut, retiring them for a year before pulling them out again. Winter Wonderland by Eurythmics

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Getting up, you walked over to his section in your closet and ran your fingers over his clothes, admiring the expensive fabrics as they passed between your fingertips. You couldn’t get him something overly expensive, seeing as that would make your bank account cry. Besides, picking out an item from a couture brand was never a good idea in terms of Hisoka, his tastes were peculiar but particular, being very picky about the pieces he owns. Moving your hand over to his jester get ups, you could see the small patching and different stitchings in them, suggesting the tears and rips had been sewn up by him or a tailor, but covered up nonetheless. It was almost unnoticeable if you weren’t close enough, but the outfits were somewhat tattered and well worn. Few things he had a love for, but his outfits were clearly one of them. You flipped through them, a sense of confusion slowly crawling into your mind. He had one in black and gold for New Years, one with hearts on it for Valentines Day, and every holiday up until Halloween, but the festive outfits stopped there. He had no Christmas outfit. The gaudiest possible outfit he could probably put together, and he didn’t have one at all. You’d been with him for quite some time, at least two Christmas’ together, but the most he’s ever had in terms of outfit was a Christmas hat, or the star and teardrop he adorned would be red and green.

Pulling one of his outfits from the closet, you set it on the bed before you, taking note of the fraying threads and patterns, thinking of perhaps fixing his outfits for him. Fixing them would be a gesture in itself, but not necessarily a gift. It was more like a thought of courtesy, or a simple act of love you could’ve done any other day of the year. You also knew getting him a gift from his favorite brands would also be a bit of moot point.

On thoughts of earlier, it’s much easier to get a gift shrouded in a show of money, or shrouded in the capability to spend said money than find an appropriate gift that is an act of heart and thoughtfulness, because you realize the person you’re trying to gift has so many qualities and wonders that you’re trying to convey with the gift, that again, buying something generic, or something they asked for, or even a gift card was easier to produce. On another note, it’s quite difficult to impress Hisoka, furthermore difficult still to catch his attention with something. He’d said so himself in terms of your relationship; he was impressed by everything you are, and he’d admitted to you that you had most of his attention, being absolutely captivated by you. What could you give him that would captivate him, have all of his attention yet be a direct gift of heart, a gift full of meaning, conveying all that he meant to you.

Running your fingers over the fabric inattentively as you let the gears turn, trying to figure out what would be suitable, you nearly jumped out of your skin to feel Hisoka’s breath tickle your ear. He always did have a knack for sneaking up on you when he wanted to.

“Somebody's brooding, I’d love to know what about~” Hisoka implored, using a lovely manicured nail to turn your face towards his own, his eyes boring into yours.

You pouted, seeing as you almost hurt yourself from being startled. You huffed in response to him, which earned you a giggle from the jester.

“Seems like I scared sweet y/n, eh?” commenting on your pout as he ran his fingers over your lips, his stare passing between them and your eyes.

Rolling your eyes you pulled away from him and picked up his outfit, making your way to put it back to the closet, but not before he pulled you back gently, quietly clicking his tongue.

“I don’t even get a hello, y/n?,” he began, poking your cheek and then poking your nose, “you clearly missed me, seeing as you’re fiddling with my clothes, dear~”

You scrunch your nose, and swat at his hands.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” choosing to indulge his ego just a bit with your response.

Clearly it had as he pressed you closer to him, allowing his lips to hover over yours, making your chest tingle with anticipation, unable to deny that his kisses always held some sort of power over you. You grew antsy with him being this close to you, getting quickly fed up with his teasing. He took note of this, chuckling and closing the gap, allowing you to taste strawberry chapstick and bubblegum, soft and sweet, contrary to the actual person in question.

He pulled away, humming at your pleased expression, poking your nose again as he let you go.

“I suppose you’ll tell me what you were brooding about now?” he queried again, cocking his head slightly as he watched you put his outfit away.

“No”, you answered, walking back to him and briefly peeking at banding on the clothing on his waist before passing him, “I won’t. It’s a secret.”

“A secret? Oh dear y/n secrets are hard to keep from me!” gushed Hisoka, clearly excited at the revelation of a secret.

In truth, it was indeed difficult to keep secrets from him, intentional or not. He always had a way of knowing things and finding out secrets. You knew he was going to do everything in his power to figure out what this secret was, and you knew your plan was now that much harder.

“Try not to get your nose too deep in my business, Hisoka” you muttered, moving towards him to check him for injuries, something that’d become customary in the relationship. Stopping at some blood on the back of his shirt you looked at him, ready to start patching him up.

“There’s blood on your shirt…” tugging at his shirt as you spoke, worry filling your voice.

“Not mine, dollface~” beaming at you in response.

Of course it wasn’t.

Later the next day on your way home for work, you stopped at a fabric store and wandered the aisles, looking for the brightest red fabric available. You’d already taken the measurements from Hisoka’s clothes in the morning when you’d left for work, writing them down, careful to keep them hidden just in case he was lurking around. Picking out a red fabric, you moved and picked out a white one, and then white feather strip with bits of sparkly tinsel in them, planning on making a classic outfit. As a last minute decision, you picked up a red and white ribbon, remembering the banding around Hisoka’s waist. You had an only sewing machine at home, and you were prepared to sit down and watch a lot of tutorials so you could make your gift perfect.

Eventually arriving home, you were relieved to find Hisoka out of the house, knowing he wouldn’t be back until late. You got to work, following countless youtube instructions and tutorials, nicking your fingers ever so often with sewing in the minute details of your handiwork. Bits of feathers and tinsel would fall around you, as well as bits of red and white fabric in small strips, leaving the area around you look like an arts and crafts nightmare. You’d spent hours, but you finished, of course with some loose ends to cut and bits of this and that to sew in and overall perfect your work. It was one of Hisoka’s classic outfits but in a much more festive fashion. A red base fabric with white hearts and feather strip hem, tailored pants that tighten at the ankle to match, and a homemade Christmas hat to top it off. For under the shirt, his classic banding was red and white ribbons, adding a gentle sheen to the matte fabrics. Your hands were sore, and your thoughts sluggish. It was well into the night, and you had yet to clean up the mess you’d made.

Although it took some time, you’d made the living room spotless, you showered, tucked Hisoka’s new outfit away in a box and tucked it under the bed and crawled under the covers and dozed off almost immediately, content with the gift you’d created.

Rummaging around with the occasional thud was what woke you slightly, not enough to promptly spring into action, but enough for your drowsiness to be mixed with weariness. Propping up on an elbow, you squinted into the dark only to be met by the telltale silhouette of Hisoka approaching you and you let yourself flop back down on the bed as he crawled in next to you, pressing kisses into your shoulders, quietly talking your ear off, seemingly also drowsy.

Once again awoken by slight morning noises you groaned and rolled over, trying to see just what Hisoka was up to this time. Although your vision was clouded by sleep, your heart sank, rose and began beating out of your chest all at once upon realizing what you were looking at. Hisoka had the box you’d hidden, open on the bed staring in pure shock at the gift you’d prepared, an expression you rarely got to see.

“Hisoka...nooooo….” groaning as you sat up and crawled towards him, reaching for the box.

He moved his hands and the box away from your grasp, causing you to whimper.

“Y/n...do tell me, what’s this?” glancing at you as he whispered, clearly in awe.

“It was supposed...to be a surprise,” you started, your heart sinking again, feeling absolutely defeated, “it wasn’t finished yet…”

Hisoka seemed to connect the dots in that moment, remembering you in his clothes and talking of secrets and he gasped as he pulled it completely out of the box. You curled up as he inspected it, quietly giggling as he held the matching hat, trying it on, finding it to be a snug fit. He was clearly in a state of pure genuine joy, a most precious smile on his face as he played with the ball on the end of the hat and squeezing the fuzzy fabric.

“It wasn’t good yet…” you whimpered, upset that he’d found out early, and he stopped, looking at you as he took note of your voice.

“Oh hush y/n..,” his voice full of veneration, “this is perfect, love..”

You glanced up at him, and you could tell he meant it, that look of astonishment, he was fully impressed, his attention was well caught.

“I still have to fix some of the stitching…”

“When? I’d love to wear this soon!” he exclaimed, turning the shirt this way and that.

“Well-”

“OH y/n you shouldn’t have” Hisoka gasped, picking up the shiny ribbon bandage you pieced together, running it through his fingers, his eyes ablaze as he inspected it.

“Well I could fix it now, I suppose,” you sighed, getting up and getting the sewing kit you put together. Coming back, you sat down and essentially put the final touches on the outfit, cutting the frays and rough bits of extra fabric, and watched him try on the outfit, seeing Hisoka grinning from ear to ear, looking festive as ever. It was gaudy, in a sense, but perfect for him in his own way. You could only sigh happily, seeing him this way.

Hisoka materialized in front of you, catching you off guard and making you yelp as he planted kisses across your face, taking you out of your disgruntled mood, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’ll have to ask you for clothes more often, y/n,” he said in the middle of pressing kisses into your neck, “this fits wonderfully~”

You nodded as you let Hisoka drown you in early morning affection. In a cheesy sense, you could say Christmas came early for Hisoka, but one should leave cheesy endings for another day.

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letterstomilen · 3 years

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i discuss the classification of igneous petrology as you fall asleep during my lecture (PART 2) (ASMR)

Childe/Zhongli, Alternate Universe When Childe's younger sister tells him about the volunteer at the library, he does not make the connection between that and his new favorite ASMR YouTuber, Rex Lapis.

Childe’s unfortunate love life starts at the age of eight. He, of course, did not call it “love” when he’s eight. When he was eight, he plucked a couple of weeds and sunflowers from his neighbor’s garden before he went to the park and handed them over to a classmate he doesn’t remember the name of now.

Handed over is an understatement here, seeing that she fell over from him shoving the flowers towards her chest before declaring, “Please marry me!”

In hindsight, storming over with the delicacy of an elephant with two left feet was not the best idea. But as somebody who recently discovered that watermelons could not grow out of your stomach no matter what, he was not the brightest. (Lumine now would argue that this is still the case. Unfortunately.)

She, as all eight-year kids would when faced with a loud boy that shoved you to the ground, started bawling. It didn’t help that Childe wasn’t aware of the fact that some worm wriggled in with the weeds and sunflowers he uprooted, with said worm now wiggling on the glittery, cursive ‘i’ in ‘Magical’ on her t-shirt.

This promptly resulted in her mom heading over and a long talk over dinner that night on why you should not ask girls to just marry you at your age.

“So I can ask boys then, right?”

Pleased with the loophole he discovered at age eight, Childe toothily smiled at his mom, who sighed and shook your head.

“You can’t ask anybody to marry you when you’re eight. And please don’t throw flowers at them too.”

The stolen flowers resulted in him being on his neighbor’s blacklist for the next couple of years; this in itself was fine, seeing that Childe was always a bit of a troublemaker and it was bound to happen at some point. However, the crying girl left a big impression on him even as he got older.

It did help that the older he got, the more silver-tongued he became, but this resulted in short-term relationships and a famous incident that once got dubbed ‘Tartaglia’s Shakespearean Slipup.’ (It involved a drunk retelling of Macbeth, several dumb questions, and a shirt that could never get the stain washed off of it.)

So in short, Childe’s love life is, to put it bluntly, a travesty. It has been downhill ever since he was eight years old, and nearly two decades later, he’s sure that he finally hit rock bottom.

“Tonia,” he begins, wondering how his little sister could be so cute yet so cruel at the same time, “what did you not tell Zhongli?”

“Hmm… Oh, I didn’t tell him about your obsession with his channel!” And cue the self-satisfied smile before she took another sip of his coffee.

Oh lord, she learned it from him.

“Anything else?” he presses, wondering what kind of image he has of him now — definitely not a good one. No amount of smooth talking or knowledge about petrology could save him from his past mistakes. He’s sure that Zhongli would not take kindly to the plethora of times that his insobriety has made him infamous among certain groups of people.

And he’ll admit just to himself, he was wholly unprepared for this. He couldn’t even be lulled to sleep by his voice last night — which is unfortunate because the series where he discussed the inspiration behind Tao Yuanming’s work just came out and if there’s one thing Childe likes, it’s poetry — because he couldn’t stop himself from thinking that he knew who he was.

Except not as Childe. As Tartaglia, his younger sister clarified, ever so proud of herself that she taught somebody how to say his birth name correctly, never mind that it stumped even the most persistent of professors.

“Not really! He said he likes listening to me brag about my older brother! ‘Cause he’s an only child and everything. Actually… he mentioned that you’d like to hear your stories sometime. Sweet, right?”

“My stories,” Childe echoes slowly. “The ones I told you when you were a kid? The fairytale rip-offs?”

“Yup.”

“Including the one where the kids locked the evil queen up and used her Magic Mirror to cheat on their tests?”

Admittedly, he was a bit lazy with that one. But Tonia was just eight and Childe was half-awake, trying to remember the difference between Hudibrastic and hija. So, like any good literature major with a bone to pick with their academic advisor, he decided that he’d very subtly rehash Snow White and make it all about cheating. (On tests of course.)

“Yuup. They got in trouble, right?”

They didn’t, but his mom would have his head if he said otherwise, so he smiles at her, ruffles her hair, and says with the attitude of a picture-perfect older brother, “Of course. The evil queen immediately sent them to the dungeon. So don’t cheat, okay?”

She nods, rewarding her compliance with another sip of his coffee. The library is fairly close to their apartment, as all things in Liyue are. A tightly packed city by the sea where you were sure to know everything about your neighbor and their neighbor. Which meant that the tenants next door still remembered when Childe first moved in and spent a week high on ambien, only to invest his time in writing a paper about how Snowpiercer was the sequel to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. (When they spoke for the first time, they asked politely if he could please turn down the volume, because it was difficult to sleep when your neighbor watched the two movies consecutively with the volume all the way up at three in the morning, don’t you think?)

(The paper ended up being legible to only the most dedicated of readers anyways.)

Deciding that they’re an appropriate distance from the entrance of the library now, Tonia stops walking and drags her brother towards the benches. “Now, before I take you to meet Zhongli, I just want to ask you one thing.”

He looks at her expectantly, wondering if she’s going to ask if he remembers what Lumine said. Don’t embarrass yourself, don’t act shady, and before you do something—think ITWTWW? (A.K.A Is This What Tsaritsa Would Want? A joke that arose after a particularly hellish class last year after the professor’s attention towards Childe was a source of debate—did she hate him? Did she think of him as her son? Did he—a suggestion brought forth by Aether—remind her of annoying neighbors that’d spend all night partying? To this day, he still doesn’t know.)

“What is it?”

“Did you bring your library card?”

“Huh?”

It turns out, Childe learns five minutes later with relief that his long-forgotten library card was collecting dust in his wallet, that Zhongli has a limit on books he can check out because he’s always forgetting them. And his overdue fees are quite an impressive sum—both for a library volunteer and anybody that’s frequented a library for the past decade.

But to the library’s great relief, he’s only checking out books nobody has ever checked out in the past so by default they belong to him now. (No harm no foul—unless you’re the occasional poor individual that has to research an incredibly specific and niche topic only to find out that the book is not in the library at the moment.)

Tonia sounds immensely proud of herself as she informs him of this while they wait for him to finish help somebody find a book. Help is an understatement, Childe realizes, as he watches Zhongli talk, smiling as he ensnares the visitor in an answer to a question where “yes” or “no” would have sufficed.

It’s ridiculously cute. Really. Tonia seems used to this sight as she drags Childe closer to the two. Zhongli must’ve realized that he slipped into a tangent because he apologizes and points to the nonfiction section before opening his book once more.

“Oh… I forgot.” Tonia purses her lips the same way Lumine does as she sighs, lowering the hand that she was enthusiastically waving moments earlier.

“Hm?”

“He won’t notice us. Ah, Zhongli,” she says melodramatically while they watch him flip through pages in a book, her tone every bit the longing princess in books they poured over when she was younger. “Why can’t you see us? Isn’t my wonderful big brother enough to catch your attention?”

He’s very flattered. Really. He knows that compliment was partially influenced by letting her have a lion’s share of his drink and Lumine’s sarcasm, but he takes it in stride, squeezing her cheeks. Tonia rolls her eyes in response, and heads over to Zhongli, chatting him up quicker than Childe can respond.

“And this is my older brother,” she introduces, gesturing her hand towards Childe, who smiles brightly, hoping he looks every bit the composed person he doesn’t feel like right now.

Zhongli is just as charming in person and it doesn’t help that just the realization he’s standing right here makes Childe’s pulse race, contributing to his increasingly forced smile that he reserves for uncomfortable situations. Oblivious to that, Zhongli smiles at him—one that is ingrained in his memory from days of watching it on loop —and says, “You must be Tartaglia, right? Tonia told me a lot about you.”

Oh fuck.

His first thought: of course she told him about him. He knew beforehand, the dread of being characterized through his sister’s dramatizations of Childe’s mistakes. It’s partially why he could only get up this morning through two cups of coffee and dunking his head in the freezer for several minutes.

But also his name—

Childe’s torn between asking why the hell his sister told him his real name or excusing himself to go read a dictionary to cool his nerves. Even though he’s well aware most of his family calls him Tartaglia still—mainly his parents when he’s in trouble (which, to be fair, is most of the time)—most people in Liyue call him Childe for two reasons.

One, Tartaglia is a mouthful and two, after many questions about how his name was pronounced only to get it butchered on several occasions, he’s stopped. (Scaramouche, Tsaritsa, and Signora are the only ones who call him that at this point, really; but he’s convinced Scaramouche does it just to vex him.)

“Yes,” he chokes out. “That’s me. Tartaglia.”

Childe decides that if Zhongli would just say his name and nothing else, he would die happy. Which is a mortifying thought but maybe a little bit of an upgrade from falling asleep to listening him talk about rocks. Isn’t it?

“You can call him Childe,” Tonia offers. “My brother doesn’t like it when people call him Tartgalia.”

His mouth forms an ‘o’ out of realization and sheepishly says, “My deepest apologies, Childe.”

“N-no—” Childe starts, his sister’s expression burning into the back of his head. “It sounds really nice when you say it. Call me Tartaglia—anything you’d like, really.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Tonia smiles mischievously, implying that she never forgot all along as she raises a finger to her chin in mock thought. “You watch his ASMR channel, don’t you?”

“You do?”

They both turn to Childe, who’s sure this is turning into an interrogation; their burning gazes, the expectant silence, and a question he’s reluctant to answer.

“Yeah. I’m a huge fan,” he confesses brightly. “My favorite series of yours is the petrology one. It felt really nostalgic.”

He never thought he’d remember high school clearly ever again, but the videos made his classes a little less lazy. And the heat of the sun on the back of his neck as he slept in class would follow, lulled to sleep by a lecture he couldn’t quite remember. But he recalled his friends’ amusement clearly when they asked how he managed to sleep nearly every class, only to get a cheeky smile as an answer.

“Is that so? May I interest you in some books then? There’s quite the collection here, although I’m not sure which would interest you the most then. Any preferences?”

Ohhh, his expectant look was so cute. But Tonia looks bored at the prospect, so he clears his throat instead.

“Actually, I came here to check out Legend of the Lone Sword so I could follow along with your newest video,” he finally says. “Could you show me where it is?”

“Hmm… We do have two copies but unfortunately both have been checked out. One has just been checked out by Xingqiu and the other… ah, it’s still at my house. We’re having difficulties with the video unfortunately because Venti said… now what did he say?” Zhongli asks himself, humming as he takes out his phone and reads out loud.

“’Find somebody that’s willing to record the video and help you set up b-c’… er, before Christ?”

“Because,” Childe clarifies.

“Thank you. ‘Because I can’t do it without laughing’,” he finishes before sighing. “Also several crying emojis followed by a wine emoji and a suggestion for me to find Diluc…? There are also several other texts that I would not be able to read out loud but that’s the gist of it. As soon as I manage to find somebody, I’ll be able to return the book so you can check it out. My apologies.”

Diluc? All Childe remembers about him is what Lumine once said about him.

‘I was convinced him and Kaeya hated each other until I found out they were siblings.” A pause. Then: ‘I’m still fairly sure they hate each other. They’re at each other’s throats a lot. Diluc more so.’

He had not considered him to be a rival in love. Granted — that’s limited information from several years ago but it’s not as if Childe knows that many people outside of his own department. But still.

Eager to save any chance of a love life, Childe says, “Why don’t I help you record?”

“That’s a great idea! Then my brother can read the book while he stays over. Right?” Tonia presses on, smiling far too brightly for his taste as Zhongli muses, considering the possibility.

“Are you sure that wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

Childe nearly stumbles at the sight of his relief. Really, his smile isn’t good for his heart—neither is the look he gives him, as if he hung over the moon that very moment. “None at all.”

“What a relief… I’ll tell Venti immediately that I can record the ‘ASMR: Boyfriend Reads to You’ video.”

—What?

Zhongli looks up from his phone after he texts his friend and tilts his head slightly in confusion, his earring brushing against his shoulder.

He looks adorably concerned and maybe a little bit aware that he’s responsible for Childe’s reaction. “Is there something wrong?”

“N-no. Nothing. That’s great. Good. I’m excited to be your boyfriend.”

Tonia lets out a little giggle and he’s sure that there’s somebody at the library silently praying for his downfall as he hurriedly corrects himself. “For the video, of course. Should I give you my number so we can set a date?”

Not deterred by Childe’s flustered expression, Zhongli nods as he hands him his phone. Maybe this is what he expected—that’d most likely be the case if most of his prior knowledge about Childe came from Tonia, who delights in both embarrassing and complimenting her brother like there’s no tomorrow. “Of course. Please give me your number.”

So with the shame of a college student that never managed to shake off his competitive streak from high school, Childe types his number in and promises himself that this won’t happen again.

(His younger sister lords it over him anyways on the way home, a skip in her step as she recalls it.)

Childe 2:34 i got his #

Twin 1 2:35 for the video recording*

Twin 1 2:35 u also embarrassed yourself. tonia told me all about it lol

Ugh. Of course she did. Childe peeks his head into his sister’s room, hearing her recount the library incident with a few more exaggerations poking fun at what he did than he’d like. Aether must be having the time of his life, which should make them equal considering that Childe made him think that Scaramouche was the best TA ever and would be even nicer if you made him an apple pie. (He hated apples.)

Well. They’re even now, aren’t they?

Childe 2:38 ya but he didn’t notice so its ok. BTW neither of u told me he was that airheaded

Twin 1 2:38 itd be funnier that way

Childe 2:39 oh yeah it was really cute

Twin 1 2:41 didn’t need to know that. anyways u do know how to work a camera right?

Childe 2:41 yea…? who do you think takes all of tonia’s pictures

Twin 1 2:42 no i mean like actual professional cameras used to record

Hm… That was a bit of an oversight on his part, wasn’t it? He texts a quick ‘yeah’ because it couldn’t be that bad and he’ll watch several videos on how to work a camera later, won’t he? There should be three buttons max. Easy.

Not to mention he took an elective on film and he’s watched Zhongli’s videos more times than he can count at this point. So really, there’s not much to worry about. The only problem is that he needs to build up immunity.

If he looks like a “blushing maiden”—Tonia’s words, not his—every time Zhongli looks at him, wouldn’t that be trouble? It’s bad enough that he embarrassed himself in front of his twelve-year-old sister but to look like a fool in front of the same guy his sleeping schedule depends on would be debilitating in more ways than one.

Deciding that he won’t let himself lose this time around, he sends a quick text to Zhongli saying ‘Saturday at 4:00 PM, right? See you there :)’ to psyche himself up before deciding a plan of action. There must be something that’ll impress him—no, completely sweep him off his feet.

More aware than ever that he’s fitting the image of a lovestruck idiot his sister painted him as, Childe watches his phone as it pings with a single ‘OK’ and ‘I am looking forward to working with you’ trying to convince himself that his erratic heart rate and the heat rushing to his face is just a side effect of working with somebody that he greatly admires. (It is, by all accounts, infatuation — but he’ll try to ignore that for now.)

#Genshin Impact #Childe/Zhongli #Childe & Tonia #Childe & Lumine #asmr fic p2 #asmr fic

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About the Interview

Since I posted the interview with J - a woman who has described herself to me as one of Queen’s first “groupies” - there has naturally been a lot of discussion about the veracity of the interview, the source, and my own motivations in posting it. I fully expected that, and I will say once more that nobody (apart from a small handful of anonymous trolls) has behaved inappropriately in these discussions. I have not received any “hate” because of this. There is no “drama”. Nobody is wrong, or a party-pooper, or attacking me by expressing their doubts. I have seen some awful bile spat at people anonymously recently, and that kind of behaviour has got to stop.

Now, if you don't think I am genuine, there is obviously nothing I can do about that.

However, what I am hoping to do here is add as much transparency as I can in regard to how and why the interview happened, and also share my own full thoughts on it with you.

First things first. No unverified, anonymous source can be seen as definitive proof of anything, ever. That is my stance. I have myself been criticised for so much as suggesting that other anonymous sources tied in with Freddie’s history are not 100% proof of one thing or another. But for me, an anonymous source can never mean more than at best: this seems very likely, but we can’t be 100% certain.

Perhaps I was naive to think that what I considered to be enough of a disclaimer at the beginning of the interview, was enough. My intention was to express that while I, personally, believe J to be a) the person she says she is and b) genuine about what she remembers, that does not mean I believe everything she has told me is fact or happened in that exact way. I thought this was obvious. Perhaps I was unclear, and I apologise for that.

So let me be clear. There is nobody in the world who has perfect, factual recollections of what happened to them almost 50 years ago. Not even J herself claims for one moment that this is the case. She mentions several times that these are old memories from when she was very young, that she indulged in recreational drugs at the time, and that her views - of course - carry a personal bias. All this, I thought, would be enough for readers to know not to take everything they read at face value.

All of the above is why I kept my own thoughts and notes to a minimum within the interview, why I didn’t correct or point out obvious mistakes. I simply assumed that everybody would go away and read the interview against all the sources and information they already have, as I have done myself.

But maybe that was somewhat irresponsible of me, and I should have been the first person to dig into how J’s memories fit in (or don’t) with the information which is already out there, and how to put the two together. While I refrained from sharing all my thoughts alongside the interview (although I have fragmentally done so in response to other people since), others like @quirkysubject (here), @iwilltrytobereasonable (here), @emmaandorlando (here), @sarinataylor and @talkingismylifewrites (here) all had some very good things to say. All of them make excellent points. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES SEND THEM NASTY MESSAGES. I frankly can’t believe I have to say this at all.

I found myself in a difficult position, because as the person who had spoken to J and asked her all these questions, I did not feel as though I could dissect her words as freely as anybody else. She has put a lot of trust in me, and I do not want her to think that I question her honesty and intentions. Because I don’t. If I hadn’t felt as sure as I reasonably can be that she is the person she says she is, and that her story is genuine from her perspective, if I had been in any doubt about that, I would not have made it public.

Here's the thing:

Even if you don't believe J knew the boys, her recollections of the time period alone are still valuable and incredibly interesting, giving us a glimpse of early 1970s London.

But I do believe J. Why?

Before I answer that, let me just say: I fully realise that of course the fact that it was my story J happened across, and me she decided to speak to because of it, makes me more inclined to want to believe her. However, other authors I'm friends with, as well as myself, have received messages from older people several times before. It does trigger nostalgia when a story is very strongly rooted in a time somebody has lived through. There are older people in the fandom. (I recently ran a poll and all age groups were represented even here on Tumblr.)

Now, on to the reasons why my communication with J has felt nothing but authentic to me.

1. She was never in any rush to get in touch with me or relate information to me. It took her a few days to email me after she first spoke to me in the comment section, where I begged her to please get in touch. She then sent me the same email five times, over two days, because she couldn’t quite work my email address out at first.

I ended up asking several questions more than once to get an answer because they were overlooked. The conversation went off on tangents, and we chatted about her weekend at her friend’s house (and I was presented with a beautiful snapshot of the beach), the memory box her daughter made for her, her work and other things. There were stretches of days at a time when J simply didn’t find the time to get back to me. And I may have badgered her with a few too many emails asking her to please remember to answer my questions when she has a moment. In short, it was the opposite of somebody rushing to share their story. I was doing all the rushing. (I realise that I am asking you to take my word for this, but this did not all happen in a vacuum. @plainxte, @quirkysubject, @fingersfallingupwards, @onegoldenglance and @freddieofhearts witnessed the process first-hand, as well as my excitement and some of J’s original emails.)

2. J was very trusting. I know her full name, where she lives and her place of work. She sent me current pictures of herself and her husband unprompted. At no point did she ask me not to reveal her identity, that is a call I made because I did not want to expose her to any possible harassment.

3. There were a few things in her account of what she remembered which were so obviously at odds with what we know to be true - it’s well-known John is a bit taller than Roger, for example, but J remembered him shorter, Queen went to Sydney in ‘85, J remember it as ‘84 - that I couldn’t help but think, if I was somebody who was trying to convince others of a made up story, the first thing I would surely do is make absolutely certain to get the facts which are easily findable right. Instead, J always lead with: this was all a long time ago, I’m sorry, I’m doing my best trying to remember.

I realise that a very clever hoaxer could do all this and convince me. But here the question has to be, to what end? This would be quite an act for someone to arrange, to make it seem quite so naturalistic. Nobody would go through the trouble of doing that for nothing. There’s no monetary gain. Scandal? There is nothing scandalous in the interview. Attention? J is barely an active member of the fandom. She has managed to create a Tumblr though: @since72. There is one post currently.

It also took her a couple of days to get back to me after I posted the interview.

In brief, I have no logical explanation for why somebody would go to these lengths and fool me so cleverly, with such attention to detail, when there seems to be nothing in it for them. Why then did J bother to talk to me at all? What was her motivation? Well, after I thanked her profusely for doing this, she simply said that she felt she owed me as reading my story had brought back so many memories for her.

All of the above is why I strongly feel that J is very much real and genuine. But I completely understand that it all hinges on the fact that in order to believe everything I say is true, you would have to trust me. And I know that as I am just another person on the internet, you have no reason to do that. But I’ll get to me in a moment.

Here are a few more doubts which I have seen come up with regard to J.

Why would she be reading fanfiction about people she knew? That’s weird.

To be perfectly honest, exactly that was my first reaction, too. But then I thought about it and talked to friends about it.

Firstly, J says herself that she was never a close friend. I agree that it would be far weirder to read fanfiction about somebody you knew very well. Having said that, John Deacon’s son has been known to read Queen fanfic about his father (and read it out on his YouTube channel). But I think given that it’s been half a century and J has been watching Queen in the public eye ever since, it isn’t really all that strange to read about fictional versions of them.

Secondly, a friend of mine noticed that it seems as though older people in the fandom find J overall more credible than younger people. I’m 35, and it is true that the older we get, the more we look for the things which remind us of our younger years. There is an urge to remember and re-live. You can trust me on this, or you can ask anyone over the age of 30 or 40. Nostalgia is real, and it only comes to you with age. Why would somebody who had briefly brushed shoulders with people who later became celebrities not take an interest in them later? It seems natural that she would. As J says, she never stopped being a fan of Queen’s music and came across fanfic when she looked up Adam Lambert. Is it really so strange that she would find fanfic about them entertaining? Having given it all this thought, I really don’t think so.

It’s unrealistic that she was so young.

This is something I have to disagree with. Times were different. Pete Townshend entered Ealing Art School at age 16, according to Wikipedia. My mother (currently 62) moved 600km away from home at the age of 15 to study piano at music college. I myself moved out from home at 17 (no tragic reasons whatsoever), but that’s beside the point. I have seen it framed in a way where it was said that “It isn’t realistic that a 16-year-old was hanging out with Queen who were all in their 20s”. I agree, it would be a little strange if the story was that one 16-year-old girl was hanging out with Queen by herself as their good buddy. But that is not the story. (Even though it is well-known that during the 60s and 70s, young teenaged groupies did in fact hang out with rock groups very frequently. Of course, J was not that kind of groupie.) She was simply part of a large circle of friends, by her own admission not a close friend of the band. Personally, I struggle to see how this is unrealistic in any way.

It seems super suspicious that she lost her photos in a flood.

Yes, it does. I agree. J realises that, too.

Like @quirkysubject said in her post, I don’t blame anyone who is too sceptical at this point. But there actually was a pretty bad flood in Australia in 1988.

There are mistakes in J’s story!

Yes, there are! Let me point them out to you. I already mentioned John’s height and Queen being in Australia in ‘85, not ‘84. I also think that her perception that Freddie was taller than Roger in ‘72, but no longer in the 80s, had everything to do with platform shoes. I have to say that I did ask J some questions which I knew were things which are almost impossible to remember about people you weren’t particularly close to. I knew there was no way she would be able to accurately recall their heights, but I still wanted to know what the impression was which she had come away with. I don’t for one moment think she could possibly know why and if Freddie’s nickname was really ‘Freddie Baby’ at EAS well before she went there. But I still wanted to hear what she thought of that. This is why I stated specifically that this entire interview consists of one woman’s subjective opinions and memories. That alone means you can absolutely not take any of it as definitive fact. That just isn’t how memory works.

Kensington Market and the stall:

J’s answers on this one thoroughly confused me. Not only did she say that while she saw Freddie at the market a lot, Roger was hardly ever there, but there was also some Indian man working at the stall during the week (who I don’t think could have been Freddie’s father). She saw Freddie at multiple stalls, a girl named Jill also worked at the stall… and J was under the impression that Roger and Freddie hadn’t even started the stall. None of this made a whole lot of sense to me, until somebody pointed out that the original stall owned by Roger and Freddie must have closed in the second half of 1971. (Sources: Queen in Cornwall & Queen: As it Began)

It is confirmed (same sources as above) that Freddie worked at the market until as late as 1974. I think it is therefore entirely possible that J would have seen him working at Alan’s stall, or helping out at other stalls, and the likelihood that Roger would have come to hang out with him on a weekend is fairly high, in my opinion. Later, reading about Freddie and Roger running a stall, J would have had no reason to think that this wasn’t the same stall she had seen them at. And yes, this is of course only a theory.

The gay pride march:

@rushingheadlong, who has recently done a lot of fantastic research about Tim, confirms that there’s no chance (as far as we know) that Tim could have been at the march. Did any of them really go? Is J misremembering entirely? Could it be that one of them or two of them went, and looking back, J remembers it as all of them (minus John, however) because she was used to mostly seeing them all together? Does she remember them from another protest march and got it mixed up with the gay rights march? I can’t say. The march and who exactly went is a big question mark. Even J herself is only “pretty sure” that they were all there, and I have to say, I can’t tell you who was where exactly when I think back to when I was 16. Certainly not when there was a big group of people around. And that was only 20 years ago for me.

Lastly, I’m going to try and use the guide our awesome local historian @emmaandorlando provided on how to analyse new sources. Of course, I’m not a historian (and I’m also partly the source by being the interviewer, so I can perhaps only do this impertectly), but let’s give it a go.

1. Who wrote this document?

‘Written historical records were created by individuals in a specific historical setting for a particular purpose. Until you know who created the document you have read, you cannot know why it was created or what meanings its author intended to impart by creating it’.

In this case, the answer is two-fold because essentially I wrote the interview, in as far as that I asked the questions, I gave it shape and presented it in the form in which it came, but the answers are J’s. I completely understand that this is already a big stumbling block for many, because not only am I presenting her as an anonymous source, but many of you don’t know anything about me. If you follow me on Tumblr, you will know that I have shared more with the internet than is probably wise. But still, I am somebody you know little about, presenting to you a person you know even less about. Whether you trust me or not is entirely down to your own judgement and instinct, and that will be different for everybody.

(I’ve seen it said that I’m plugging my own work through this interview. If that was my plan, I’m afraid it’s failed miserably. I looked, and DoA has gained a whopping 2 or 3 kudos.)

2. Who is the intended audience?

‘The relationship between author and audience is one of the most basic elements of communication and one that will tell you much about the purpose of the document. Think of the difference between the audience for a novel and that for a diary, or for a law and for a secret treaty. Knowing the audience allows you to begin to ask important questions, such as; “Should I believe what I am being told?”’

The intended audience is the Queen fandom on Tumblr and AO3. I have no interest in sharing this anywhere else because I’m not familiar with the other fan communities (Facebook? Instagram?) and wouldn’t know how to go about it. For J, the intended audience was mostly me, an author she likes who was very interested in her memories.

3. Why was this document written?

‘Everything is written for a reason. Understanding the purpose of a historical document is critical to analysing the strategies that the author employs within it. A document intended to convince will employ logic; a document intended to entertain will employ fancy; a document attempting to motivate will employ emotional appeals. In order to find these strategies, you must know what purpose the document was intended to serve.’

I got really, really excited. That is the reason. When J got in touch with me, I had a decision to make. I could ask her all the questions I wanted privately and share her answers only with my "inner circle” of fandom friends, or I could share everything with the fandom spaces where I’ve been very active in the last two years. I wanted to share the excitement and decided to do the latter.

I also wanted to present the interview in a way where it would be an engaging, well-structured read and not simply all of her emails to me dumped here with a quick ‘there you go’. So I tried to wrap it in a beautiful “package”, which is why I asked her for her art, for example.

4. What type of document is this?

‘The form of a document is vital to its purpose. The form or genre in which a document appears is always carefully chosen. Genre contains its own conventions, which fulfil the expectations of author and audience.’

An interview, written by somebody who has never interviewed anyone before.

5. Can I believe this document?

‘To be successful, a document designed to persuade, to recount events, or to motivate people to action must be believable to its audience. For the critical historical reader, it is that very believability that must be examined. Every author has a point of view, and exposing the assumptions of the document is an essential task for the reader.

You must treat all claims sceptically (even while admiring audacity, rhetorical tricks, and clever comparisons). One question you certainly want to ask is, “is this a likely story?” Testing the credibility of a document means looking at it from the other side.’

This is for all of you to decide for yourselves, and that was always the case. Far be it from me to be upset with anyone who straight up doesn’t believe a word I say, doesn’t believe J is real or any other scepticism. I’ll say it again, DO NOT harass anyone for expressing their opinions on this! It is NOT WRONG to discuss a new source! It’s wonderful that people are doing it!

And so, we come to that last question: Is this a likely story?

Personally, I can firmly answer that with: Yes. In my personal opinion, it is. I find J’s story very likely and there is close to nothing that makes me question that these are indeed her real memories. But given the nature of human memory, they are just as imperfect as anybody else’s and do not, and should not, supersede any factual, verified information we already have.

With that, I hope to have provided a bit more clarity and transparency, and leave you - as before - to make up your own minds.

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Addicted to Weed - Chapter 1

Characters: Jake Tweneboah (MC), Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma (Mentioned) Ethan Ramsey (Mentioned)

Summary: Sienna finds out about Jake’s weed problem

Rated - M

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Jake let out a sigh of relief as he stepped through into his apartment. Quickly he locked and dead bolted the door, and slid the security chain into place. After nearly three years at the hospital he never entered his apartment without immediately doing those three things. He turned on several lights and moved to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee brewing before dropping himself onto the couch.

Jake retrieved a cup of coffee and settled himself into the couch. He kicked off his shoes to display his mismatched socks as he loosened his tie. He was very glad to be home, but at the same time it increased his anxiety. While he was an introvert and did enjoy spending time alone with Jackie, the last few months had been hard. Lately when he was alone he turned to Weed, but for the past two weeks he had been trying to avoid using it. He hadn't been very successful. He had tried to wean himself off slowly, but once he had taken a small dose he usually got to the point that he didn't care and ended up taking more. Already, though he had only just gotten home, he felt his eyes drifting to the bathroom where he kept the drug hidden. He gripped his coffee cup tightly, trying to fight off the urge to use.

He thought briefly about calling one of the team to see if they wanted to go out for something to eat, but quickly decided against it, deciding he needed the rest of the evening to relax. Jake sighed and put his cup on the coffee table. He rubbed his face and again his eyes drifted to the bathroom. He was so tired, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep without some help. He groaned and leaned back on the couch, and tried to distract himself by watching random videos on Youtube.

Abruptly he stood and crossed to the bathroom. He tore open the medicine cabinet and pulled the last of the weed out of its hiding spot in a box meant to hold cough syrup. Not that he really ever had anyone over to his place besides his old roommates, but he still wasn't careless enough to leave it out in the open. He tossed the box aside and unscrewed the top of the bottle. He held it wavering in his hand. He wanted desperately to just tip the bottle to empty the contents into the sink and be done with it. He had had this battle with himself many times before. Two times he had even succeeded, but then found himself calling his dealer only hours later to gain more.

Jake ran into his and Jackie’s bedroom and pulled out pieces of rolling paper and made blunts. Jackie was the only person who knew that he still smoked as he told the others that he quit a few weeks ago. He remained on the floor for quite some time, feeling no desire to move back to the living room with the tv still on.. He was perfectly content where he sat, enjoying the feeling of nothingness and after a while he dozed a bit. He didn't know how much time had passed before he heard a knock at the door. It had probably hadn't been more than an hour or two. He tried to ignore it, but whoever it was knocking was persistent.

Groaning, he rolled to his knees then used the edge of the bed to pull himself to his feet. He legs felt rubbery, so he stood there for a moment to steady himself. He looked at his reflection and stifled a giggle. At the moment he found looking in the mirror incredibly funny, but he wasn't entirely sure why. It felt somewhat surreal, looking at himself. The knocking at the door became more persistent. He sighed. It was probably was one of his friends. No one else ever came to his home this late.

He cringed as his door was pounded on, and this time was accompanied by a voice. "Come on, I know you're home. Please open the door." Jake sighed heavily. Sienna. Of course it was her. Anyone else would probably have given up, but she would be there until two in the morning, still knocking if he thought that was home. Jake shook his head and made his way down the hallway slowly. He hadn't even made it halfway when Sienna knocked again, louder.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Jake called out. He made it to the door and fumbled with the locks, struggling with the security chain. It took several tries for him to be able to slide it free. He swung the door open. "What are you doing here, Sienna?" he asked, not bothering to try to hide his irritation. "Hey, grumpy much?" Sienna smirked and raised her hands. Jake didn't respond except to glare and gave a roll of his eyes. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" "You've never been out this late before. Why did you decide to just show up in the middle of the night?"

"Somebody's cranky when his beauty sleep gets interrupted." Sienna pushed past Jake into the apartment without his invitation. He held up a brown paper bag. "I left the office about an hour after you did and I thought I'd stop and grab some Chinese at that really good restaurant and then realized how close I was to your place so I figured I pick some up for you and Jackie and bring it over here, but as she’s asleep you can have hers”

"That restaurant is almost seven miles from here, Sienna," Jake said.

Sienna didn't seem fazed as he walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards for paper plates not caring if she woke Jackie up. "I got those egg rolls that you like." "Okay, I see we're just going to pretend that you showing up here is normal," Jake grumbled. He followed Sienna as he brought the plates to the dining room.

Sienna looked around the luxury apartment, taking in the well-used but comfortable looking furniture and the many shelves housing hundreds of books and the one shelf that contained dozens of science fiction DVDs. " I can definitely tell that you live here and It shows that mostly everything belongs to you."

"It's my apartment, Sienna. Was it supposed to look like someone different lived here?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You usually reserve this level of hostility for occasions."

Jake blushed and looked away. "Sorry. I'm just tired."

Sienna shrugged. "Sit down and eat."

"I'm not really hun—"

"Sit," Sienna interrupted. "Eat." She ordered.

Jake dropped into the chair, looking a bit like a child who had been reprimanded for something. He grabbed one of the egg rolls and took a small bite.

"I'm fine," Jake said quickly.

"How often have you been using the drugs?" Sienna asked conversationally.

Jake looked up, the expression on his face giving the impression of him being a deer caught in the headlights. "What are you talking about?" he asked, voice a little higher than usual.

Sienna pushed his plate of food away and leaned forward, elbows on the table, and his face suddenly deadly serious. "You're high right now, aren't you?”

“Hey, I was still eating that” Jake screamed.

Jake laughed, the sound slightly hysterical. "Sienna, you- you're confused. I-I'm not-… I don't-…" he sputtered, trying to keep the smile on his face. "That's crazy," he finally managed to finish.

Sienna's face was still locked in that serious look. "I'm sorry, kid. I knew something was going on with you, we all did. I thought maybe it was PTSD. But we all left you to deal with it on your own. We should have been there for you. I should have been there. I should have seen. I'm sorry."

The faux smile fell of Jake’s face as she spoke. He dropped his eyes to the table, seeming to struggle with himself to find the words. It looked as though he was trying to decide if he wanted to admit to the drug use or to continue to try to deny it. The internal battle waged for nearly a minute before he looked back up. "Pretty stupid thing to do for someone who's supposed to be a genius isn't it?" he smiled, but it was bitter and self-deprecating.

"Not stupid. Not really smart either," Sienna sighed, looking at Jake his dark eyes troubled. "It's Weed, isn't it?" “Jackie has been telling me.”

Jake nodded, almost imperceptibly, avoiding eye contact. Morgan wasn't reacting to this in a way he had expected. There was no yelling, or threatening. No accusations or anger, only a weary acceptance. "I stole it from one of they younger interns after their first week and got hooked, not even my brother whose a year above me knows. After I ran out I bought my own. I t-… I tried to stop. I really did. I threw it out twice. But I always-… I always got more afterwards." He ran a trembling hand through his hair.

"How often do you take it?"

"Usually only once a day, but I don't take it at all if we're working a case," he elaborated, shooting a quick glance at Sienna.

"Why do you only take it when you're home?" She asked him. She was still acting much to calm for Jake to understand, and things that Jake didn't understand made him nervous.

Jake shook his head. "If the other know, for sure Ethan might have to report it, and you'll be fired. I won't tell him as long as you stop."

Jake looked desperate. "I've tried before, Sienna. I don't think I can do it." He looked so hopeless that it almost made Sienna want to cry.

But she didn't. Instead she leaned forward and put his hand on the older man's shoulder. "Yes, you can, and you will. You've only tried by yourself before. Now you've got help. You don't have to be alone anymore."

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How TCM Resurrects Plan 9 from Outer Space for Ghoulish Table Read

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UFOs are often visible, but not always. Sometimes they make noise, sometimes they are silent. If you’ve never seen a flying saucer, that is proof they are everywhere. This is one of the many amazing things we learn in TCM’s upcoming table read of Ed Wood’s masterwork, Plan 9 from Outer Space.

We once laughed at the horseless carriage, the aero-plane, the telephone, the electric light, vitamins, radio, and even television. But it took a while to get the joke about Plan 9 from Outer Space. Written and directed by Edward D. Wood Jr. in 1959, it was a little-known independent film with a direct line through directors who carried on the DIY-filmmaking spirit like John Cassavetes, Melvin Van Peebles and John Waters. The Cult of Plan 9 began when Ed Wood was posthumously awarded a Golden Turkey Award for Worst Director of All Time in 1980. Though this has been disputed.

Turner Classic Movies is the go-to channel for prestigious films. You can always count on a showing of The Treasure of Sierra Madre or The Public Enemy, or Citizen Kane. But top prize in the Golden Turkey awards carries its own prestige.

“This isn’t ‘Plans One Through Eight from Outer Space,’” Jerry Seinfeld proclaimed at the Chinese restaurant in a 1991 episode of Seinfeld. “This is Plan 9. The one that worked. The worst movie ever made.”

The SF Sketchfest presentation was adapted for the stage and virtual stage by former The Simpsons writer, and self-proclaimed Ed Wood superfan, Dana Gould. He and his Stan Against Evil co-star Janet Varney have been acting in live staged reads with a revolving cast of eager comic actors for over three years. The Zoom production also features Kat Aagesen, Bob Odenkirk, Bobcat Goldthwait, Oscar Nuñez, Deborah Baker Jr., Maria Bamford, David Koechner, Jonah Ray, Paul F. Tompkins, Baron Vaughn, and Gary Anthony Williams. The miniature visual effects, which are by no means just cardboard cutouts, were done by Mike Carano, and the sounds of musical accompaniment came out of Eban Schletter.

Laraine Newman is the narrator. She brings Gould’s adapted stage directions to such vivid life they can reanimate the dead, which is a key element of the actual plan at the center of the cult movie. Originally titled “Grave Robbers from Outer Space,” the film marked the last appearance of Bela Lugosi, who had also acted in Wood’s 1953 feature Glen or Glenda.

Lugosi’s footage for Wood’s unmade film “The Vampire’s Tomb,” was repurposed for Plan 9. Lugosi died of a heart attack on Aug. 16, 1956. To complete the film, Wood cast his chiropractor, Tom Mason, who in spite of his professional familiarity with the human skeletal structure, somehow believed he could mask the fact that he was much taller than the horror icon by pulling his cape over his face.

The table read of Ed Wood’s Plan 9 from Outer Space is part of TCM’s Classic Film Festival weekend, which runs through May 9. For easy comparisons, the original film will air directly after the event. Dana Gold and Janet Varney spoke with Den of Geek about refurbishing the low-budget cult classic, and how, like their predecessor, they proudly spared every expense on its new décor.

Den of Geek: I watched the table read a second time while playing Plan 9 in another window, and I just have to say, recreating those sets must’ve cost a fortune.

Janet Varney: Yeah, just like it cost Ed Wood a fortune.

Dana Gould: That’s the genius of, of Mike Carano. All those things were this big. You can see, I have the Bela Lugosi statue and the saucer. What he did was so amazing, and it really brought [the production] up to be better than it had a right to be. When Janet and I discussed doing this on Zoom, we were like, “Well, how do we take the limits of Zoom and turn them to our advantage? Why is it on Zoom?” By doing it, one, it allowed us to get a cast that we might not be able to get. Got people in different places. Maria Bamford was in Minnesota. Bob Odenkirk was in Vancouver. So, we could get people that normally we couldn’t get. Doing it in black and white helped. And then what Mike Marano did, it made it something unique.

Janet Varney: I would just also add, as a tribute to Ed Wood, we’ve never had anyone that we’ve asked to do the show who hasn’t wanted to do the show. Whether or not they’ve been in town for the live version, every person that we love that we’ve asked to be a part of the cast at one time or another is like, “Oh, my God, I need to do that. I want to do it. When is it? Please say it’s not a date I’m out of town. Please say it’s not. Will you ask me on the next one?”

Everyone knows this movie. And the idea of getting to step into its shoes in any kind of iteration is really exciting for every single person that we’ve ever asked.

Dana Gould: And it’s great to see how different people play different parts. Joel Murray plays the General different than David Koechner plays the General. Bob Odenkirk plays Eros differently than Patton Oswalt plays Eros. It’s always great. And Janet and I, we don’t want to know what you’re going to do. Just do it.

For this production, you assembled the all-star team. But were you ever tempted to use the same kind of players Wood used: wrestlers, tap dancing accordion players, chiropractors, and radio psychics?

Janet Varney: That’s a great question. I feel like we also have pretty good access to all those folks. So maybe that will get the next variety version. Because our friend, Jim Turner, is just about to do a fundraiser for the kind of variety acts who have been struggling in this last year, because of the many myriad things that they do.

So, I actually love that idea, Tony. And you’re right, it would be a totally different experience. That’s an interesting idea too, because we do come at it with a bunch of people who love the movie, but there’s also some major winking going on, as all the comedians and actors try to lean into being: “It’s my first time on stage, maybe my first time saying words,” really playing that up.

In the future, do you hope to see this performance eviscerated on Mystery Science Fiction Theater 3000?

Dana Gould: That would be great. If they did this.

Janet Varney: Especially because Bill and Kevin have done it. They have been in our production of Plan 9. Bill had been what Laraine [Newman] did. Bill did the narration at a show, at SketchFest, and it was great.

Dana Gould: I would like to see Jonah making fun of himself.

Janet Varney: Yeah. Let’s get meta. Our fans can handle it. Fans of MST3K can handle it. Plant 9 fans can handle it. Everybody could handle it.

I know I’m paraphrasing Seinfeld, but as the person who’s trusted with Plan 9 and all that comes with that, did you get to see the first eight plans from outer space?

Janet Varney: And are you allowed to talk about it if you did?

Dana Gould: Exactly. What were they?

Janet Varney: So many questions.

Dana Gould: So many questions.

Were the first eight plans rejected?

Janet Varney: Or were they all executed? And I use that word purposefully. Were all of those plans executed and they didn’t have great results?

Dana Gould: That’s a drunk man at a typewriter, “Plan 9 sounds good.” I remember showing Plan 9 to somebody who’d never seen it before. And they turned to me afterwards and said, “Did he not have any friends he could have shown this to and gotten notes?” He didn’t have those kinds of friends.

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What are some of your favorite mistakes from the movie?

Janet Varney: Oh, God. I was going to say Dana had mentioned that the first time he saw the movie was on a video cassette that Tom Kenny and Dan Spencer, and Bobcat Goldthwait showed him. And I was actually going to ask, did you think it was the tape glitching at the end when the monologue goes from, blip to [makes a noise]? And you’re like, “Wait a minute. Back that up, hold on. Is somebody going to fix this?”

That’s definitely one. That’s a spectacularly new, weird problem in a movie that was not a consistent problem. So, you’re like, “Wait, how did that happen one time, in this very, very overt way?” So good.

Dana Gould: From the very beginning, it’s like the first time you saw William Shatner do “Rocket Man.” I remember, I had a party at my house, and I was working on The Ben Stiller Show, and everybody was there. And back then, there was no YouTube. You would just have these cassette tapes with all of the weird stuff that you had collected on it, like the farting priest and all these weird things that you had, and “Rocket Man.” And I remember showing “Rocket Man” at this thing and Bob Odenkirk just shouting at my television, “You’re a grown man. You’re a grown man.”

I always thought Shatner gave the same line reading for “Mr. Tambourine Man” as he did for “Kahn.”

Dana Gould: Yes, he did. He did. He had a couple of tricks, and he used them. Yeah. There’s one direction he doesn’t get a lot, “You want to just try one big? You want to just see how it goes?” “Take the chains off and let it rip?”

Was some of the background music in this reading, especially the oxidation bit, inspired by The Simpsons?

Dana Gould: That’s all Eban [Schletter, the musical accompanist], you have to ask Eban. But again, that’s great, especially the Solaronite song. Necessity being the mother of invention, that is a brutal chunk of dialogue for anybody, a thankless, brutal chunk. And every time I give it to Paul, I say, “I’m apologizing ahead of time. I give it to you because I don’t want anybody else to do it. Because if it was anybody else, it would be death.”

Eban came up with that. And we were just like, “Maybe we can break this up. Maybe there’s a way to break this up.” And then Eban came up with that kind of thing. And it is one of those things that I love, that it’s like a mutant. It’s grown into its own weird thing to solve its inherent problems. You can’t describe it to anybody. It’s just like, you have to see it.

I used to remember describing Kevin Meaney, the comedian. I used to just tell people, “I can’t describe what he does. You just have to see him, but then you’ll know. You only need a minute, and you’ll get it. But I can’t describe it to you.” That’s really a good analogy.

Laraine Newman, I believe, steals this as the narrator. How much of that is improvised and how much of that is written by you? Because I know that you wrote the stage directions.

Dana Gould: It’s written, but Laraine, I call it “newscaster flat.” Laraine knows how the notes need to be played. It’s like the Wrecking Crew, you have a guitar behind you. I don’t know what Tommy Tedesco is going to play, but I know it’s going to be good. I don’t know what Carol Kaye is going to play, but I trust it. It’s the same thing. It’s a murderers’ row, and I wouldn’t have the gall to tell them what to do.

Janet Varney: It takes a very specific kind of confidence as a performer to be that deadpan. It’s such a specific skill. And it’s a skill, I think, born out of a type of bravado and expertise that’s all just tightly contained in this tiny space, where she’s not trying to sell any of it. And that is the genius behind what she does is just letting it lay out there like that. I mean, it’s hard.

When you have something that you know is funny and you would be laughing yourself, if you were listening to someone else read it, it’s so hard not to want to sell it. Like, can I make this even funnier? And she’s like, “No, I need to take it all the way back, to the back of the house just like, who me, who me? I’m just reading these things.” And it’s just so brilliant.

Dana Gould: This is a person that did sketches on live television with John Belushi and Bill Murray. So she definitely knows where her center of gravity is.

Janet Varney: That’s right. Well said.

Dana Gould: And yeah, again, unflinching. And that takes, as a performer, just like a little inside baseball, a lot of control and to really, to have control of your own ego, to know that I’m going to get what I want by stepping way back. I mean, Sterling Hayden is the only person I’ve ever seen blow Peter Sellers off the screen. And he does it just by, he’s like a statue, but there’s so much weight to it.

In the original movie, I love the “Criswell Predicts.” So I wanted to ask, Janet, do you get asked to do bathroom readings?

Janet Varney: I would if asked, I would love to. That’s one of the things that’s great about Ed Wood in general too, is just having this a sort of fascination with the occult and that kind of thing. And the way that it fits into camp is so appealing. And so, yeah, I would very happily jump back into some bad psychic practices if I could. Hopefully, I will someday.

Dana Gould: And an unerring dedication to Wicker furnishings.

Janet Varney: That’s right. Always that. Paula and her wicker.

Because the table read is done during COVID and everyone feels an immediacy to Zoom calls, were you ever at all concerned about an Orson Welles’ scenario, where the residents of San Fernando Valley will believe they’re under attack by flying saucers from outer space?

Janet Varney: If only.

Dana Gould: Yeah. That’s the least of our problems out here. I don’t know when you visited last time, but the walking dead, they’re around.

The table read of Ed Wood’s Plan 9 from Outer Space airs on Friday, May 7 at 8pm on TCM. Plan 9 from Outer Space airs at 9:30pm.

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Graham Norton (Harry Styles x Reader)

Requested: No.

Warnings: I've written this ages ago. that should be warning enough.

My Masterlist this can also be found on my Wattpad

The Boys of One Direction were recently on Graham Norton, and I was the last guest he would call on stage. I was slightly nervous, my palms wet and I had to prevent myself from chewing my lipstick off. I had been looking forward to that show and also sharing my time with the boys of One Direction. I had seen them only once and very brief, backstage at the VMA's last year and since then they but also my career had skyrocketed even more. Which was very nice, sure, but it also added a bit more nerves and pressure. Adding to that, I had just released my second studio album which I had not talked in public before. I rubbed my palms over my pants. My eyes trailed nervously through the room I waited for my cue, landing on the large mirror. I got up and carefully pushed untameable curls back. I had them pulled into a tight ponytail, so that they just gently touched my shoulders and wouldn't give me the opportunity to play with it. Which was a nervous habit of mine and my media-trainer had told me many times to stop with it. My critical eyes wandered down my outfit: simple white, double breasted pants which accentuated the waist nicely. The silky tie-neck blouse with the button cuffs was tucked in and the light creamy pink colour went nicely with my hair and the pants. For shoes I had decided on heels, subtle ankle-strap beauties in a nude rose. The whole outfit was elegant but not too muh, still comfortable and pretty much wardrobe malfunction proof.

I snapped up when I suddenly heard Graham's slightly muffled voice saying my name. Carefully I walked towards the door, staring into the still dark hallway towards stage. I had asked for privacy until my cue, means that my manager wouldn't have to stick around please. Just a young woman who had introduced herself as Gracie and would pick me up at my cue, but she wasn't even in sight yet. Graham seemed to simply talk about me to the boys... „She is waiting, yes. Don't worry Harry, we will bring her out soon." Loud laughter and whistling broke out and it swallowed the young mans answer. "So you guys now her? Except for Harry, obviously." Again, muffled laughter. "Yes we know her. As you said correctly, especially Harry. You could say that he's a fan." I heard Liam say, and the crowd awed. I felt my cheeks heating up slightly, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips. "Yeah it's been known..." Harry now said, sounding a bit embarrassed. „She's amazing; I can't blame you Harry. Wonderful voice, and wonderful face!" Graham said. A small smirk stole itself on my lips. "She is." Harry agreed. „She just recently started to follow him on Instagram. The lad almost started to cry." I could heard Louis and the crowd awed again. "I didn't!" Harry exclaimed quickly, embarrassment clearly evident in his voice. "You did. When he heard that she's on show with us, he totally freaked out. Stop lying." I meant to understand the heavy Yorkshire accent of Zayn. "Oh really? Well we can surely get you her number if you want to...or do you want to break into her dressing room...?" Graham jokingly suggested and I grinned. That wouldn't even be too bad...I mean it was Harry Styles. Pretty wonderful boy inside and out, everyone disagreeing was just in denial. Loud laughter was the reaction. "Oh good lord..." I could hear Harry groaning. "Shoot your shot mate!" Louis cheered jokingly, but Harry seemed not to answer anything on it. At least not something I could hear. "She can't hear us, right?" Niall asked and I felt like I could hear him grinning. A shocked gasp from probably Harry was heard. „She can't right?!" he then asked in turmoil, sounding clearly stressed out. Oh if he only knew...In this moment Gracie appeared in the hallway, waving at me. I quickly took a deep breath before mincing nervously towards her. "Wait here." Gracie said with a calming smile, pointing at a corner. The audience was now loud and I could see light falling from on stage into the dimmed hallway. "Well..." I could hear Graham say. „There's only one way to find it out. Please everybody welcome the absolutely gorgeous..." This second Gracie was back, shoving me gently around the corner towards the curtained doorframe. "Watch the step and don't trip. Good luck!" she whispered and I could only quickly thank her before stepping out into the spotlight. The crowd had rose to their feet, as well as Graham and the other guests. Even though the sudden bright light blinded me and prevented me from seeing the crowd in its full number, I could hear how loud it was. There must be many people...Graham rushed towards me in excitement, greeting me how exactly I saw it on the many interviews I had watched on YouTube. "Ooh, ooh it's beautiful to have you!" he said excitedly, smiling bright before embracing me in a hug. Laughing I returned his hug, kissing his cheek softly. „Thank you for having me!" I said loudly, my microphone was now on. I quickly glanced back towards the crowd, seeing now how many faces were watching me. I waved excitedly, a honest smile on my face. The boys were all still standing for me and I quickly turned towards them to greet them. Harry was first in line so I went up to him firstly. The hug was accompanied with loud cheering and I grinned softly. Especially when Harry kept his arms around me a bit longer than I expected him to, but I didn't mind at all. Despite my heels was he taller than me, way broader and smelled exceptionally good. Just as I thought that, I already inwardly scolded myself, even though it was not something unusual to think. I had talked about that with my bestfriend often enough to know that I surely wasn't the only person on earth, to which a good smell was a sign of attractiveness. After maybe five seconds Louis and Zayn started to whistle and Harry let go, his cheeks slightly flushed. Cute, very cute actually. After I hugged Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall, I froze for a second, not knowing where I should sit. The couch was pretty stuffed already and I had no idea where they wanted me to fit in. But before I could even to start panicking, Zayn and Niall scooted apart and offering me to sit between them. I gave them a thankful smile, trying to sit down as graceful as possible. „So welcome, welcome! How are you feeling?" Graham asked excitedly after everyone had taken their seats again. „Oh I am feeling very well. Was a bit nervous before, but I heard you talking about me so nicely when I was backstage..." I teased, glancing over at Harry, whose face dropped before a smug smirk flit over his lips. The crowd went ballistic at that and Graham chuckled amused. "It's not soundproof then huh." Harry remarked, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Nope." I popped the p with a little grin, slowly shaking my head. "Means that your plan on taking her backstage won't quite work now." Louis remarked, a lazy grin on his lips as he leaned back. I laughed out loud like everyone else in the studio. Except Harry of course. He had his face buried in his hands, shaking his head. "Just sod off Louis, sweet Jesus." Graham had his lips pursed, sending him a look. "The right thing to say would've been 'no I wasn't planning on doing anything like that' but you didn't. Does that mean you agree?" Harry just stared at him. "I want to go home, please somebody help." I chuckled amused, scanning the little table for my drink. I had told Graham's manager that I would just like some iced water. When I found it I leaned forwards, at the exact same second as Harry leaned forward to grab his drink. "Look at that...they now act the same. Ladies and Gentlemen we aren't even ten minutes in with our last guest and we already have all this..." Graham struggled to find the correct word, but a smug Louis was quick to help out. "Tension?" he suggested and Graham nodded in agreement. "Exactly, this tension in the studio! Amazing, truly." I felt heat creeping up my cheeks as I shook my head. "Moving on!" I said before taking a big gulp from my water. Everybody chuckled amused and Harry shot me an apologising look. I just shrugged slightly, giving him a warm smile. "Hey, no soul-mate communication here!" Liam exclaimed dramatically and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Alright, let's not ignore your wish, shall we. How about we talk about your new album?" Graham suggested, immediately inserting the cover shoot of my album. "Called Aubade, I hope I pronounced that correctly. It looks amazing however." Graham said and a agreeing murmur went through the room. "Thank you, and yeah you said that right." Graham tilted his head. "What does it actually mean then?" I sat up straighter, placing my hands neatly on my lap. I was really nervous about talking about the album now. "Well an aubade is a love song, sung at dawn. It's like the contrary of a serenade which is a love song sung during evening twilight for example." Graham's face lit up in understanding. "I feel a bit embarrassed that I didn't knew that but oh well. So what is it all about? I mean there aren't only love songs, just a few actually." I nodded slowly. "Right. It's actually...well its also a very melancholic album. There are many very personal songs on it, very sensitive and not always relying on something positive. But I feel like love isn't always positive as well, so that's quite alright." Graham and the boys wordlessly started to clap after my statement. "Very true. Have you got a favourite song for yourself?" Graham asked and I shrugged. "I don't even know...I mean, I love all of them. I think that it very much depends on the mood you are in." Graham nodded. "Question for the boys; have you listened to the album already? And you don't have to lie." He added playfully and I grinned. "I actually really have. Honestly, I think its pretty bloody brilliant if I may say so." Louis spoke up and I gave him a thankful smile. "Thank you dear." Graham rose a warning finger at me. "Ah Miss, don't you start flirting with Louis, Harry might get jealous." Harry scoffed, looking up in fake annoyance. "God's sake can you lay off of it already!" he sighed and I grinned. "I am sorry darling." I added with a teasing smile, which he returned nonchalantly. "No problem. I, by the way also think that the album is brilliant. I think my favourite song on it is 'minutiae'. It's really beautiful." I gave him a surprised smile. "Really? I like that one as well, greatly. Wonderful song to write and warm your voice up." Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah I can see that." Graham watched up amusedly. "For everyone who hasn't listened to the song yet; does one of you want to explain...?" I exchanged a quick look with Harry. "You do it. I am curious on how you interpret it." I then said, seeing Harry nervously shuffling his feet. "I mean if you like...okay. So in my mind, minutiae is a song about paying attention to the little, more hidden details in life. Like for example the tiny specks of colour in everybody's eyes, or those subtle facial expressions that don't last for a second but still are there. Or maybe the melody of somebody's voice, or how they talk when they are excited about something. Or all those nervous habits you might pick up when you watch closely...I am sorry I trailed off." Harry ended, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. But I couldn't help but stare at him in adoration. All the things he had mentioned were so true, never had I ever heard someone talking about a song I wrote, recorded with my voice, and being so passionate about it. "Dear good, look at her, completely in awe." Graham laughed amusedly and I quickly hid my face behind my drink. "That was beautiful, exactly like I would've had explained it." His eyes sparkled happily a blissful smile on his lips. "Oh come on lovebirds!" Zayn suddenly exclaimed before he grabbed my your waist and carefully picked you up. He then placed me gently next to Harry, giving us a fake annoyed look. Niall laughed and nudged Harry's shoulder. „A dream came true...and now hug, will you!" he added with a teasing wink. I grinned, feeling very nervous once again. I then slowly and very, very cautious leaned towards Harry who immediately pulled one Arm around me and pressed me against his chest. I giggled and everyone was awing and applauding. Niall coughed, faking a hurt expression „Now, I feel lost. I love you and your music too" he said as, stretching his arm towards me. „Aw no..." I started and reached out to his hand. But Harry snatched it and didn't let go of it. „Nah. Mine." he snapped. Everyone laughed.

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Chapter 19

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

I’m sorry that this is posted a little late today! Lmao I’ve just been super busy with a lot of shit going on. I’ll keep trying to post up more chapters for y’all! I hope you guys enjoy chapter 19! I was gonna put the music video that Johann did of “Treat You Better” in this chapter, but I don’t want to give him more exposure and tag his shit in my story LMAO oops

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~1 Week Later~

Joel’s P.O.V.

“Hola cncowners!” I smiled at my phone screen as more and more people started pouring in, watching my live stream. I had my laptop next to me playing some music while I waited a few moments, letting everyone get settled in. “How are you guys?” I asked and reached for my bottled water I had off to the side. I took a sip and started reading the comments of what everyone was saying.

“Uh I’m good. I’m just hanging out here in the hotel with Richard, but he’s currently FaceTiming Aaliyah right now.” I chuckled and switched the camera so it showed him holding his phone up to his face and smiling at his baby girl.

I turned the camera back to me and read the next following questions. “The rest of the boys are in their rooms probably sleeping or something, I don’t know.” I laughed. “I just wanted to check up on you guys and see how you’re doing.” I cleared my throat and continued reading the comments that popped up on my screen.

“Um.. ‘Mexico misses you! Please come back soon’. We miss you too! I love getting to travel and seeing new faces everywhere I go.” I smiled as more questions were being asked and I began answering them as much as I can. I turned my attention back to my laptop when a song ended and I looked for another video to play. “Hey, do you guys have any song recommendations? Any songs you wanna listen to?” I asked as I had looked back at my phone screen.

So many song titles came through and I waited until I kept seeing a repeat. I saw a few that told me to react to music videos and whatnot, but I played their songs and answered their questions while Richard was laughing at what his daughter was doing on the other line. “Okay you guys. I gotta head to bed really soon, so I’ll play one more song for you guys and then I’m off.” I smiled.

My good mood slowly went out the window as I saw Johann’s name pop up on my YouTube page with a new video that had been posted recently. I was going to scroll past it until I saw someone who looks very familiar on the cover. I sat there in shock, not quite sure if what I was seeing is true. “Uh actually.. I see something on here that caught my attention. I can stay for one more song after this one. Let me just..”

It’s peaked my curiosity though and I can’t help but wonder what he put out. I clicked on the video and was met with her beautiful face on my laptop screen. I felt my breath get stuck in the back of my throat for a few seconds as I heard Johann’s voice start singing to my girl..

“Huh…” It’s like all the butterflies in my stomach had just died watching his hands on her waist.. his face buried in her hair.. her smile. This doesn’t just mentally hurt, this physically hurts. “Treat You Better.. this is uh..” I cleared my throat and continued to watch Johann hold her close to him. I bit my lip and slowly brought my head down. I don’t know if I can continue watching this.

The way he looked at her made my blood boil and I wished that it was me instead of him. It’s been a few months, but I didn’t really think she would… I thought maybe we can… why does my heart hurt so much?

“Alrights, mamas, papá has to get going. I love you!” I looked up at Richard blow a kiss and say goodnight before turning his attention back to me, smiling. He placed his phone inside his front pocket and sat on the bed next to me. “What are you doing?” He asked as he looked at the video playing on my laptop. “I’m just.. I’m.. watching a music video and doing a live..”

He went silent for a few moments as he looked at who was on my screen. “Hey.. isn’t that – ”

“Yeah.” I cut him off and looked away from my laptop as Johann leaned down close to her face, indicating that there must’ve been a kiss at the end. I cleared my throat and exited out that video. “Okay uh.. one last song before I head to bed. How about we let Richard pick out what we listen to next, yeah?” I pushed my laptop closer to him as I looked down at the comments.

“Hola.” Rich spoke and waved at the camera as the cncowners greeted him. He typed in one of our songs and let it play for everyone to hear. I could feel him staring at me from the corner of my eye as I tried to not think about what I just saw. Richard pretty much took over as he started reading an answering questions they were asking as I got up and walked to the other side of the room.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick.” I spoke as I turned my back towards him and walked into the restroom, closing the door behind me. I’m just reminded of the fact that I can’t talk to her and now she’s in his arms. Then again, this could just be acting and nothing more, but it still doesn’t stop the hurt I feel in my chest. He’s rubbing this in my face, I know he is. Why else would he have picked her and sing that song?

I have to find a way to get the ball back in my court without damaging more relationships and my career that I’ve worked so hard to get where I am. Should I even attempt to fight for her back? I know you shouldn’t give up on people you love, but I don’t know if she loves me anymore. Is it worth the fight?

I walked out of the bathroom as I realized the song was just about finished. “Okay you guys.. it was nice getting to talk to you all, pero necesitamos dormir.” Richard spoke as he saw me walk back out of the bathroom and walk towards him. I put on a smile and waved goodbye. “Buenas noches.” I turned off the live and grabbed my phone, tossing it onto the bed carelessly without another thought.

“Bro – ”

“No.. you know what? This is what I get. I don’t deserve to feel the way I do because I did this. I just wish..” I bit my lip and shook my head, ripping open the blankets as I lied down. “I think I’m just gonna sleep on it…” I heard him sigh and walk around, but was shocked when he sat on the edge of my bed. “She’s moving on..” I softly spoke and brought the blanket close to my face. “With him..” He stayed silent for a few moments before speaking up.

“You still love her?” He asked. “What kind of question is that? Of course I do.” I spoke and gripped onto my blanket. “Do you want that second chance?” His eyebrows scrunched together as my body turned towards him. “Yeah..” I said, looking up at him. “Dude, what are you – ”

“Just answer the damn questions.”

“Why? What difference does it make?”

“’Cause I’m willing to help you pendejo, but only if it means that much to you. Now answer the fucking questions. Do you or do you not want that second chance?”

“Well of course I do!”

“You want to try again?”

“Yeah, but she won’t – ”

“Are you gonna give up on her?”

“No! No, I don’t want to. But Johann said – ” I sat up he kept going. “You want to be able to continue where you left off and grow together as a couple?” The tone of his voice grew a little louder as I became irritated and answered him back.

“Yes! Yes, okay!” I exclaimed and slowly brought my head down, angry at myself. “… But I can’t. I want.. I want to be able to do all of that and more without anything else getting in the way. I want to start over.” He slowly nodded and held up his hands as in question.

“Okay… so the question is, what are you gonna do about it and what do you need me to do to help you?”

‘Why did the color drain from Joel’s face when he saw Johann’s new music video on his live a few days ago??’

‘Joel looked so sad at the end of his live recently :( are you okay bb? We love you! x’

‘Is anyone else gonna ignore the fact that Joel unfollowed Johann or…?’

‘Does that girl in Johann’s video mean anything to him or something? Was it the song he didn’t like? He looked so upset but didn’t say much about it’

‘I thought the video was good, I don’t know why he got quiet the way he did’

I shouldn’t have watched that during my live a few days ago ‘cause now the fans are asking why my mood changed right after. I haven’t addressed any of them and just continued like nothing happened.

“Alright, this song is fire because it’s telling your girl, or telling that one person ‘I don’t wanna keep fighting’, you know? ‘I don’t wanna keep bugging about things that happened before, let’s just start from zero. Get to know each other again.’” Richard spoke as the rest of us all sat around holding microphones in our hands, getting ready to perform.

“Well, we’re coming out with our new EP that we wrote like maybe 85% of it and we’re really really excited for the people to listen to it. Just going around and spreading our music and hopefully go around the country.” Chris smiled as he looked directly into the camera and cleared his throat. Now it’s time to introduce ourselves..

“Hola, soy Erick.”

“I’m Christopher.”

“I’m Joel.”

“I’m Richard.”

“Yo soy Zabdiel y nosotros somos – ”

“CNCO.”

“Y bueno este es nuestro más reciente sencillo, De Cero.” Zabdiel spoke as he started to strum his guitar. Music is a powerful weapon and can be used in any way you want. A love song to somebody? You got it. Breaking up and moving on? You’ll find one. Going out with friends and partying the night away? Pretty easy to find. Wanting to start over with someone you love? That’s promising..

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“Niña, tanto tiempo

¿Qué estás haciendo?

¿Qué es de tu vida?

Dicen que estás sufriendo

Creo que tengo

Una salida”

I’m talking to her through the lyrics without mentioning her name. This is my apology and it’s the only way I can talk about it in public without Johann spilling the beans. I frowned as I brought the mic up to my lips, continuing the next verse.

“Cuando dejemos el orgullo

Y las barreras entre tú y yo

Soltamos lo malo

Nos inventamos un atardecer

Sin mente yo me entregaré

El pasado olvidamos”

I pictured her face and thought about her listening to us perform this song. I wonder if she would even listen to this and know that I’m sorry? I’m singing this for you, (Y/N)..

“Y de cero empezamos

Otro chance nos damos los dos

Mejor dejemos la estupidez (Oh)

Que el amor llega solo una vez

De cero empezamos

Otro chance nos damos tú y yo

Mejor dejemos la estupidez

Que el amor llega solo una vez”

I never thought I would relate so much to a song as I do now. I don’t want to give up on the possibility that we can make us work, but considering the way things are right now, I don’t think she’ll even give me the time of day.

Erick started to sing his next part as I thought about what I’ll do if she were to take me back. I’ll definitely work harder to make sure she feels loved and not a second choice ever again, that’s for damn sure. Have I even considered the possibility that she would just tell me to leave and never see her again? Yes.. yes, I’ve thought about that.

I heard Christopher’s voce start singing and knew my part was almost here. If I can’t have her, I at least want someone who will treat her like I should’ve done. Someone who will give her all the love she deserves and never make her second guess herself. Someone who will make time for her, make her happy and never break her heart. If it’s not me, it’s definitely not Johann. I need to know that she’ll be in good hands if I don’t get a second chance.

“Can we accept all of our differences

And put aside all of the pettiness

Just forget, no regret

I'll take you anywhere you wanna go

I got so much I want to show

Let's restart and we'll go far”

I guess I got so caught up with the cncowners shipping me with Emilia so much that I started to believe that there was something between us. I became nervous whenever I was around her and felt butterflies in my stomach, but nothing compared to the feeling I had whenever I was with (Y/N).

I never knew I could feel like this. Listen to my heart, (Y/N). Can you hear it sing? Please come back to me and forgive everything..

I can’t get that image out of my head. Johann’s hands resting on her waist… his lips just inches away from hers. She’s been seeing him more and more since I left and is getting comfortable around him. My mind became all discombobulated after that video and my heart literally ached at the thought of her falling for someone new.. someone like Johann.

Before I knew it, the song was over and we were free to get up and walk around. “Thank you for doing this for us. You guys were amazing!”

“Thank you for having us.” Richard smiled and shook hands with the video producer. I stood up and stretched, craning my neck back and forth. “We’ll have this video up soon and notify you guys when it’s posted.”

I zoned out the conversations around me as I thought about Richard’s words he said to me that night.

“What are you going to do about it?”

That’s a good question. A very good question indeed..

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Firefighter Billy, Doctor Steve. Something goes horribly wrong and so the keg gang try to cheer them up.

Warnings: descriptions of death and heartbreak. It’s really angsty. Descriptions of fire

Tommy was the one to put on the news, and Carol was the one to make the connection. Billy and Steve hadn’t been home in hours. It was late in the morning and Billy and Steve still weren’t back from their shifts. They tried calling, texting, Anything to get ahold of them. Then Tommy turned on the news. A horrible fire had broken out at a nursing home. There were many casualties, and few survivors. It was some freak accident, the news said. A gas leak in the home that turned sour quickly. Robin felt her stomach drop as she watched. There was one confirmed Firefighter death at the scene. The news struck everybody hard. Their texts to Billy Got frantic, their house was filled of people trying to call the firefighter. Heather was crying harshly, Tommy not talking to anybody. Nobody could get ahold of Billy. Carol had thrown up from her anxieties, and robin couldn’t stay in the same room as the news station. Where the fuck was Billy? The news wouldn’t release the name.

“I’m going down to the station.” Tommy told Carol, grabbing his things. The station knew all of the gang well, Billy’s friends there interacting with his friends at home From time to time. Then, the door unlocks and Billy steps inside. He looks awful. He’s got bandages from burn marks, he’s got soot all over him. He smells of smoke. Carol breaks down as she sees him, running and hugging him tightly.

“We thought you died!” She cries as she holds onto Billy tightly. A part of billy wished he did. The fire burned so hot, nothing Could really be saved. He had to make life changing decisions in a matter of seconds. He had to chose who was going to die and who wouldn’t. He didn’t like playing god. He didn’t like the feeling of holding somebodies hand as they died. The night kept flashing in his mind. Trying to triage and save as many people as he could. But the facts were harsh. The more he found people, the more he realized they were already dead. The people he did find were close to death. There were only a few people he could really save. There were the men who he watched cry as they burned. There were the women he held the hands of as they died. He wanted none of that. He knew he signed up for it when he got the job. But he never expected it to be this bad.

“I-I need to go to my room.” He tells Carol quietly. She looks up at him and steps away, tears streaming Down her face harder. He sounds broken. He sounds so drained and exhausted. He sounds Hurt, he sounds angry. Carol hasn’t seen him like this before. The room goes silent as Billy leaves, going to his room and shutting the door. The heaviness of the room stays. Usually when Billy gets home from a shift, he’s eager to tell everybody how it went. He feels so proud of what he’s doing that he can’t help but explain happily to everybody how his day went. But Billy didn’t even look at them. He didn’t acknowledge any of them except Carol, and he barely even spoke to her. He didn’t take a shower, he didn’t get something to eat. He did nothing. That’s when they realize how serious this Is. it’s not till another two hours that Steve is coming home. He’s got blood on his scrubs, shaky hands, tears in his eyes. It’s the first he’s been Able to break down. Tommy goes to say something, but Steve walks right past him and into his and Billy’s shared room. And then there’s Silence again. If you get close to the room, you can hear Steve sobbing harshly, hiccuping and gasping for breaths. That’s the only sound that fills the house. It stays like that for days. The two don’t come out of their room. When they do, they look horrendously upset. The rest of the gang have no idea what to do. They aren’t eating right anymore, they keep calling out of work, they aren’t showering like they usually do. Billy’s taunts don’t fill the air, Steve’s laughs are absent. They won’t let anybody touch them, they won’t accept any food or drinks. They aren’t themselves. Their bedroom door stays shut. The gangs texts go unanswered for hours at a time. The only sounds that come from the room are Steve’s sobs every once in a while. The rest of the house can’t function. Tommy and heather start getting into arguments, Carol won’t talk to anybody, Robin’s anxiety makes her throw up constantly. They’re all falling apart.

It’s robin who decides enough is enough. Tommy is at work, Heather is shopping, so it’s just her and Carol, plus Billy and Steve who are still in their room. They start to make the fries first. Those are the easiest. Steve is picky about how fried they should be. He likes them crispy, almost to where they’re burnt. He hates soggy fries. Next is the enchiladas. Carol has never really made Mexican food before, and they’re using a recipe they found online. They make an absolute mess of the kitchen, but they think that hopefully the food will turn out okay. Then, they do the cupcakes. Steve and Billy’s favorites had always been strawberry. It reminded them of their first real date. Those are probably the easiest to make. How badly can you fuck up store bought batter? It’s the frosting that’s tricky. Robin remembers none of the ice cream cake details she did at scoops, so they just wing it after watching a few YouTube videos. They don’t look too bad. Once theyre done, they set everything to the side and pull out the separate cards. Both are already signed with a note from Tommy and heather. They were heartfelt things, memories of first meetings, joys that they shared with them. Carol Got misty eyed reading some of them. Her and robin put down their own, as well as a free massage gift card at Carol’s work. Once Tommy and heather come home they set everything up. Heather has gotten Billy a new ring , and Steve is getting the matching counterpart. Everything is perfect. Now comes the tricky part, getting Steve and billy to come and join them. They send Tommy to get them, thinking they’ll listen to him.

“Guys? Hey we have an issue out here. I need you guys to come look at it.” Tommy lies. It takes a moment but the door opens. Steve and Billy Look bad. Both of them have unusual stubble across their faces, the bags under their eyes are a dark purple.

“What happened?” Is all billy says.

“Come take a look...it’s bad.” Tommy says. Billy gives Steve a look, and Steve just smiles weakly as he takes Billy’s hand and leads him down the hall. They get into the living room, decorated heavily.

“Surprise!” Carol says, smiling wide at the boys. Steve looks confused.

“What is this for?” He asks softly. Billy won’t let go of Steve’s hand, but there’s a small smile on his face.

“You guys have been down. So we made this all for you! We’ve got your fries here Steve, and Billy we tried some enchiladas. I don’t know how good they turned out but we’re hoping for the best. Oh! And we made these strawberry cupcakes as well!” Robin explains to them both. Tommy smiles wide at them, handing over to the cards to each of them. The two read the cards. Billy’s eyes filled with tears as soon as Steve started bawling next to him.

“You guys...” Steve mumbled in-between a sob. Robin hugged Steve tightly, Steve holding onto her as he sobbed. Billy wiped at his eyes and smiled at the rest.

“Thank you guys...you don’t...you don’t understand what this means to me.” Billy’s voice cracked as more tears rushed down his face. Carol grinned wide.

“You gotta Try these enchiladas.” She said and Billy smiled a bit more.

“You guys didn’t fuck up my happy food did you?” He teased. Heather sighed in relief at the joke. Things were starting to get better. Billy tried the enchiladas, and gave them a solid 8 out of ten. Steve cried harder when he tasted his fries.

“They’re fried perfectly! You guys used my favorite salt!” He grinned wide as he stuffed his mouth full with more. The boys seemed to be doing a lot better now. Carol breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at the others as the boys ate. Everything was getting better again. The boys were eating, they were smiling and laughing. Carol knew there would be more work to be done, but for now she would take every little victory she could.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fanfiction #keg gang

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gamerwoo · 5 years

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Seungkwan: Without Me

Characters: Seungkwan x gender neutral reader (featuring Jihoon and Vernon)

Genre/warnings: singer/songwriter au, angst, little bits of fluff, implied smut cheating

Word count: 6,765

Summary: Tell me how’s it feel sitting up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me. You know I’m the one who put you up there; name in the sky. Does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could live without me.

a/n: inspired by Without Me by Halsey :] I also banged this out in a day so be proud of me pls

Seventeen Song Series

Speculation? You scoffed reading the article, rolling your eyes. There was nothing to speculate because you’d made it painfully obvious -- almost as painful as what he’d done to you. There was no guessing the meaning behind the lyrics because they told the story perfectly. Your partner, your other half, your love had hurt you and left you behind when he began to rise to the top. There was nothing to speculate because you let everyone know perfectly clear in the song.

“_____?” Jihoon opened the door, the tiniest smile appearing on his face when he saw you. “We’re on in two. Let’s go?”

“Yeah, coming,” you nodded, locking your phone and leaving it in the room with your manager as you stood from the couch to go with your friend.

The two of you were led to the room where the radio broadcast was being recorded, the hosts greeting you warmly. You and Jihoon sat down together, putting the headphones on as you sat in front of a microphone you’d be sharing.

“First, I just want to say,” one of the hosts began, “that everybody’s been so excited to have you on the show. After you released Without Me, it’s really all anybody can talk about.”

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled, giggling a little bit at the compliment.

Even Jihoon was blushing a bit, mumbling a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Of course, everybody has pretty much the same idea of who and what it’s about,” they continued, “but we’re all looking for the confirmation. You seem to have avoided those questions on social media, though.”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I’ve been trying to not answer it online because...I just kind of feel like it needs to be said out loud, y’know?”

“Really?” the second host asked. “So, would you be willing to confirm it now? Is it really about your ex-boyfriend and ex-partner, Seungkwan?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it is.”

The three hosts just about lost their minds, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how amusing it was. You’d made it so obvious, how could they think it could be anybody else?

“Wait, hold on,” the third host spoke up, trying to calm everybody else. “Okay, we have a lot of questions, but let’s start with the song.”

“Right, okay,” you chuckled as Jihoon was still stifling his quiet laughter.

“Obviously, it’s telling some kind of story of how you met and then kind of got to the part where the two of you split,” she said, gesturing with one hand while the other sorted through paper on the desk. “Okay, so start from the beginning. How’d you meet Seungkwan?”

You walked into your usual coffee shop, guitar case in one hand and your notebook under your arm. You walked up to the counter, ordered what you wanted while saying your hellos to the baristas that recognized you, and then went to grab a seat to wait and set your things down.

That was when you noticed something very out of place in the coffee shop you’d visited countless times to write.

A boy in the corner sniffled, his back facing you as he stared out the window. You saw him lift his hands to his eyes to rub them before he put them back on the table, shaking his head before he hung it and sniffled again. Normally, you weren’t one to get involved in the business of others -- especially strangers -- but the shop wasn’t busy and he seemed to be alone. You felt bad, and you wanted to make sure he was okay.

On your way to his table, you grabbed some napkins to offer to him. Then you lightly tapped his shoulder, clearly startling the poor boy as he sat up straight and lifted his head to look at you. He wasn’t crying currently, but you could tell he had been recently.

“Hi,” you offered him a small, concerned smile as you handed him the napkins in your hand, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, taking the napkins. “Thanks.”

“It’s okay to tell me if you want to,” you offered with a shrug. “You’ll probably never see me again, so it’s not like you’ll be embarrassing yourself.”

He let out a quiet sigh as he dabbed under his nose, “I guess... Wanna sit?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled, letting your guitar case rest on the floor before you put your notebook on the table and sat yourself in the chair beside him. “So, what’s the story?”

He took a deep breath and let it out in a gust, slumping back in his chair, “So, I’m trying to become a singer, right? Which is really hard -- you probably know, you’re carrying a case around so you must be like, a street performer, right? Ah, anyway... So, that’s already difficult enough, but then I get home today, and my girlfriend has all my stuff packed and at the door of our apartment. I knew we’d been going through a rough patch and not really seeing eye-to-eye a lot lately but I didn’t think it was that bad. I was with her for a year and she just... Everything’s just going south. I get dumped, I had to move back in with my parents, and I’m never going to be a singer.”

“Hey, hey,” you frowned, putting a hand on his back when he dropped his head onto the table, “you don’t know that. Yeah, it takes a lot of hard work, but you never know -- miracles happen! Hell, it happened to me!”

Seungkwan turned his head, one of his round cheeks pressed to the table as he looked up at you, “You’re a singer?”

You shrugged, “Songwriter, but I can sing, and I’ve done background vocals on some songs!”

He narrowed his eyes at you, not seeming to believe it, “Like what?”

“Um... Sunday Morning by Joshua, Hard for Me by Doyoung...uh, I think there were a couple songs for Vernon that--”

He shot straight up in his chair, “Vernon? Like, the Vernon? Vernon Chwe?”

You chuckled at how excited he got, “Yeah, him.”

“You know him?”

All you did was nod.

“Oh my god, he’s my absolute favorite artist. He’s amazing!” he gushed, making you giggle. You knew Vernon relatively well -- the two of you were sort of in mutual friend circles -- so you thought that this boy fanboying over him was both adorable and a little silly. “I can’t believe you know him! Wait, so you’ve been in his songs? You’re that voice that’s in the back?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” you nodded again.

“Holy shit...” he breathed. But then his face fell after a moment of him staring in wonder at you. “But...I’ll never be like you, I know it. If these last couple months are any indication--”

“You can’t just base your outcome on a couple of shitty months,” you told him.

Your conversation was interrupted by the barista calling your name. You excused yourself as you got up and went to the counter to retrieve your drink. You sat back down in your chair, setting your coffee on the table.

“_____?” Seungkwan repeated with a soft smile. “It’s a nice name. I’m Seungkwan.”

“Nice to meet you, Seungkwan,” you grinned, holding your hand out to shake his, so he put his hand in yours.

The two of you continued to talk. He asked how you got where you were, but he also asked about other things like if you were going to school or if you did any other things on the side. You asked about him as well, and he seemed to be a pretty genuine person. He started to get teary-eyed when he spoke of his recent ex, so you consoled him then, too.

Seungkwan gushed to you about singing when you asked how long he’d been doing it for. The way his eyes lit up and he animatedly babbled about it showed just how much he enjoyed doing it. It made you happy to see somebody love music so much since about half the people in the industry seemed to only be in it for the fame, money, and social circles now.

“Can I hear you?” you asked.

Seungkwan suddenly clammed up, looking at you with wide eyes, “...N-now?”

“Yeah,” you laughed as you bent over to undo your case. “I’ll play something. What song?”

So Seungkwan gave you the song he’d want to sing, and you played it for him. As soon as he opened his mouth, you were blown away. You almost skipped a note because you were so impressed with the beautiful, clear voice that came out of the boy beside you. You knew other people in the shop were looking over at you -- there were only a few people, anyway -- but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from how content and at peace Seungkwan looked while he sang.

He noticed the staring, and he started to fall quieter. So you started singing, too. Harmonizing with him that sounded pretty even to you -- not to toot your own horn. Seungkwan looked at you, smiling softly as he started to gain his confidence back.

When the song ended, the people in the coffee shop began clapping and walking over to place loose change and bills into your open case. You weren’t expecting it -- or even trying to get money -- but you thanked them nonetheless. Seungkwan blushed and looked down at the table.

Something in your gut told you that this was an opportunity to help somebody. You always enjoyed watching street performers or listening to amateurs on YouTube, so why not help one? And who would be more deserving?

You leaned your guitar up against your chair as you opened your notebook and scribbled an address up in the corner of the page. Then you tore the corner out and handed it to Seungkwan who took it with curious eyes as he read over the text.

“Stop by tomorrow if you can,” you told him before you leaned over to collect the money in your case. You set it on the table in front of Seungkwan, his eyes widening before they looked to yours. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You flashed him a wink before you stood up, put your guitar back, and walked out of the shop.

“I just felt like... I don’t know, something inside me told me ‘this is it, you need to help him because he’s genuine and talented and both of those are hard to come by in one person’, so I went with it,” you shrugged.

“Right after getting his heart broken, too,” the first host chuckled. “What a lucky dude.”

“He was, yeah,” Jihoon spoke up, “but he took it for granted.”

“The lyrics say: ‘took it so far to keep you close, I was afraid to leave you on your own’,” the third host read off of a sheet of paper. “What does that mean?”

You tilted your head to one side as you thought about how to explain, “Since Seungkwan had come from such a low place in his life, I was...worried, I guess. He seemed so pure and gentle and I just wanted to look out for him as much as I could -- I was the one bringing him into the industry, after all.”

“I was there to witness a lot of their relationship since I produced their first and only album,” Jihoon nodded, “and they were...incredibly close with each other. It was like they clicked in every way possible, so I think that’s how they quickly went from just partners to being a lot more.”

“The song doesn’t really explain this, so I guess it’s the next question we should ask since it was brought up,” the first host said, looking at you, “how did you become partners? You gave him the address to Woozi’s studio, but how did the two of you become this powerhouse duo that took over the world?”

You took a deep breath, trying to figure out the right way to answer this, but you just chuckled when you realized there really was only one answer.

“He said he couldn’t live without me.”

Jihoon had always been a good friend of yours. He was by far your favorite producer you’d worked with, so you just kept a friendship going. You weren’t bossy, demanding or loud, and Jihoon was the same. You were both like a breath of fresh air in the industry.

So, despite the fact he was unscheduled, Jihoon wasn’t too angry that you’d invited a nobody to come to the studio.

“What’s the point of this again?” he asked, slowly spinning around in his chair.

“You’re one of the owners of this label, and Hoshi said you guys were looking for new talent,” you explained once again. “Well, I found you new talent.”

“If I wanted to sign somebody, I would’ve signed you,” he sighed. “_____, I don’t get why you waste your writing and voice on other people. You could make it on your own.”

“I told you, being a soloist isn’t my thing, and I haven’t found the right musical partner yet since you refuse to be it.”

Jihoon just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The phone beeped, so Jihoon stopped spinning and moved his chair closer to the desk, pressing a button.

“Woozi,” the secretary’s voice came through the speaker, “there’s somebody who says he’s here for _____. Boo Seungkwan?”

Jihoon looked over his shoulder to see you nodding excitedly. He sighed before he turned back to the phone, “Let him in.”

A few moments later, the secretary was opening the door and allowing Seungkwan in. He looked around curiously, his jaw slowly dropping as he took in the professional space.

“Seungkwan!” you grinned as you stood and went to greet him with a warm hug. He seemed a bit surprised, but he hugged you back nonetheless. “I’m so glad you showed up!”

“_____, do I get to know what this is about...?” he asked cautiously, his eyes still wandering. “Why am I here?”

“You didn’t even tell him?” Jihoon asked sharply.

Seungkwan froze when he finally noticed the producer in the chair, “H-holy shit! Y-you’re...you’re Woozi!”

Jihoon couldn’t have looked any more bored and uncaring than he did hearing Seungkwan’s exclamation, and you could only giggle at his response.

“Seungkwan, I want you to sing for Jihoon,” you told him, gesturing to your friend at the mixer.

Seungkwan’s eyes went wide, “What? N-no, I can’t sing in front of him!”

“Yes, you can,” you reassured him, putting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “It’s just like yesterday.”

“But he’s Woozi!”

“Yeah, trust me, he’s not that great.”

Seungkwan couldn’t help but laugh while Jihoon frowned and said, “Hey!”

“C’mon,” you moved a hand down to one of his, bringing him into the booth, “just put the headphones on, pick a song, and sing, okay?”

Seungkwan took a few deep breaths as he walked up to the mic, put on the headphones, and tried to collect himself. He’d sung in front of people before, obviously, but never in front of somebody famous like Jihoon. Saying he was nervous was an understatement.

But this was his dream, so he had to go for it.

“Alright, kid,” Jihoon’s voice came in through the headphones, “what song?”

Unlike the day before, Seungkwan picked a song that was a little higher in range. He knew he could do it, but you were a little nervous he was biting off more than he could chew. Still, you let Jihoon play the instrumental.

You’d heard his voice before, but it still blew you away, especially when he hit those high notes. You glanced over and saw Jihoon staring through the glass with his mouth slightly agape, staring at Seungkwan like he couldn’t believe that voice was coming out of him. Seungkwan didn’t see your expressions with his eyes closed, but if he had, he would’ve been a blushing mess.

“Holy shit...” Jihoon breathed as he sat back in his chair, Seungkwan’s voice still drifting through the speakers. “You weren’t exaggerating, huh?”

“I’m telling you, you’d be dumb not to sign him,” you insisted. “I’ve worked with a lot of people, but I’ve never heard anybody who sounds this good while looking that happy while singing. He enjoys music for the music, just like a certain somebody I know...”

Jihoon scowled at your innocent smile, “Don’t try to win me over like that, it’s cheating and I’ll kick you out of my studio.”

Seungkwan’s singing ceased, his eyes finally opening to see the damage. But he was pleasantly surprised to see you clapping furiously while Jihoon seemed to look at least less annoyed than he had before. He let the headphones rest around his neck but stayed in the booth when you gestured for him to stay put.

“So?” you asked, looking hopefully at Jihoon.

Jihoon chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought it over, not saying anything or looking at anyone. Seungkwan had no idea what was going on, and you were literally on the edge of your seat awaiting Jihoon’s answer.

Without saying anything, Jihoon leaned toward the mic and pressed the button, “Seungkwan, right?”

“Y-yeah...” he said.

“How would you feel about a contract?”

Both your’s and Seungkwan’s eyes widened at the offer.

“R-really?” Seungkwan’s face started to spread into a wide smile.

“Really?” you squealed.

Jihoon just nodded, his face and voice expressionless, “_____ and I can help you look it over, but it’ll just be for a year since you’re inexperienced. What do you say?”

Seungkwan opened his mouth, but he suddenly stopped, looking like he suddenly remembered something -- which he did.

“I...can’t...” he admitted.

Your expression did a 180 in an instant, giving Seungkwan an incredulous look. Even Jihoon was taken aback.

“What do you mean you can’t?” he asked.

“Not without _____,” Seungkwan said, shaking his head.

Jihoon looked at you, narrowing his eyes, “What do you have to do with it?”

You just shrugged, unsure of the reasoning either.

“I love singing a lot, but...singing with them yesterday felt...right,” he explained slowly and sheepishly, playing with his fingers. “They’re the reason I’m here, anyway. I want to do this with them. They found me during the lowest point in my life, and brought me all the way up here. ...I have a strange feeling...that...I can’t live without them. They must’ve been brought to me for a reason, especially when it was after all of that bad stuff that happened. I need them to do this with me.”

Jihoon’s eyebrows raised in surprise before he looked back at you again.

You were absolutely shocked. You never would’ve guessed Seungkwan felt this way, but you were beyond flattered.

“Well?” Jihoon asked when you continued to be silent, staring at Seungkwan through the window.

You looked at Jihoon, “Well what?”

He sighed, turning his chair to face yours, “_____, I’ve been wanting to sign you since I met you, and you never let me. I don’t need to hear you sing with him to know it would be amazing. So I need to know if you’re in or not.”

Your eyes glanced over to the window where Seungkwan was looking at you with doe-eyes, pleading for you to decide to become partners. You’d only met him yesterday, but with a face and eyes like that, you would’ve probably dumped water all over Jihoon’s mixer if Seungkwan asked. Your gut just kept telling you that Seungkwan was it.

Finally, you nodded, “Y-yeah. Yeah, I’ll do it”

You could see Seungkwan break into a toothy grin, clapping and jumping up and down in excitement. Jihoon gave a half-smile, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes.

“Of course it takes some innocent kid off the street,” he scoffed quietly as he went back to the mic and pressed the button. “You’ve got yourself a deal, kid. Let’s talk business.”

“We signed him for a year, which was good because if things went poorly, we could just let him go after that year,” Jihoon explained with a shrug. “When I did finally hear him and _____ sing together for the first time, it was like... I don’t think I could compare it to anything -- you’ve all heard them, anyway.”

“It’s like angels,” the first host laughed with the other two agreeing.

“So the first thing we wanted to do was just drop a single to test the waters, y’know? So we took a couple months to do that, which went really smoothly. As _____ said before, Seungkwan and them were inseparable. Seungkwan ended up moving in with _____ a couple weeks or so after signing, so they were literally together all the time, and I think that’s why they got together quickly.”

“Oh, it only took a couple months?” the second host asked.

You nodded slowly, running a hand through your hair, “Yeah, it’s uh, where we got the inspiration for our single.”

“Oh!” the first host exclaimed, seeming genuinely surprised. “I thought it was just a stereotypical love song because everybody makes them.”

You laughed softly, “No, it was actually how we felt toward each other. We both felt this really, really strong connection but we were both too afraid to admit it to each other.”

“When did you finally admit it?” the third host asked.

Tugging at your clothes, you looked at yourself in the mirror for the umpteenth time and tilted your head to the side. Why didn’t you know how to dress all of a sudden? You’d been to little celebrations like this before whenever a new artist topped the charts, but it had never been your celebration. You suddenly kept feeling either too dressy or too under-dressed when you’d never had this problem before.

It took Seungkwan constantly reassuring you that you looked great for you to finally leave the apartment and go to the party. You thought he looked stunning, but you didn’t expect anything less from him. He could wear sweats and a t-shirt, and you’d still blush when you looked at him. That was just the charm Seungkwan had over you.

Not only were the owners of the label -- Jihoon, Soonyoung, Minghao, Seokmin, and Seungcheol -- there, but everybody who worked for the company and who was signed under the label was there. It was so cute to see Seungkwan get so excited meeting all of these artists that you’d already had the pleasure of working with. But getting offered so many drinks from so many different people really took a toll on poor Seungkwan, and Soonyoung was soon escorting him to a car to go back home, so you went home, too.

It was when you were standing in the bathroom while wiping off Seungkwan’s makeup while the two of you giggled and talked about the party that Seungkwan blurted the confession in a slurred, giggly mess of words.

“Y’know Iwrotethesong ‘cause I reallyloveyou,” he told you, regarding your single that was getting celebrated.

Your and stopped moving, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped beating.

“W-what?” you whispered.

He just nodded, the movement almost sending him tumbling backwards, “Allthat was ’boutyou, _____. I--” he hiccuped, “Ireally can’t livewithoutyou. Iloveyou.”

You were speechless, just staring at your partner. You wanted to tell him you felt the same; that you wrote your parts about him, too. But all of your words were caught in your throat as you looked into his eyes, your face heating up.

The couple months the two of you spent together was magical. You were like two pieces of the same puzzle that fit together perfectly. You were so similar without it being too much, and still different enough so it wasn’t boring. But spending all your time with Seungkwan came with a price: growing feelings rapidly. They were like a train barreling down the tracks, and there was no way to stop them. There came a point where you didn’t want them to stop, anyway.

Seungkwan brought a hand up to your cheek, cupping it softly. And when he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you didn’t stop him. When his tongue slipped into your mouth and made you taste the alcohol he had to drink, you followed his lead. And when he began stumbling with you to your room and began to take off his and your clothes, you begged him to keep going.

Because you really did love Seungkwan.

You frowned at the memory. It didn’t matter if it had been six months since you last saw Seungkwan and he told you what his plan was. It didn’t matter how long it would be without Seungkwan, you were sure that memory would always hurt. Your first time together, and the first time he told you he loved you. You’d never felt happier than that moment, but now it was bittersweet -- mostly bitter.

One of the hosts tried to lighten the mood by saying, “Getting drunk and sweet talking? That doesn’t sound like the innocent Seungkwan he was with you.”

‘But it’s who he is now, and probably who he was all along’ you thought to yourself, ‘I was just too blinded to realize it then.’

“The two of you went public shortly after, right?” the third host asked.

You nodded, “We both figured it was kind of dumb just putting it off, so we just went for it.”

“So, after this single, you guys released a full album which reached number one as well,” the first host said, even holding up the album in question. It had a picture of you and Seungkwan standing in front of a widow with a faded blue sky as the sun set, only your dark silhouettes facing each other being visible in the picture. “A lot of fans had obviously read the credits, and saw that Seungkwan only took part in writing the single. The rest of the album was written by you, with a few songs having credits to Woozi, Wonwoo from the rap duo signed under the same label, and Vernon who used to be signed under Woozi’s label until he left to make his own.”

You just nodded, “Right.”

“So, I guess I have two questions,” he continued. “First: why didn’t Seungkwan write any other songs?”

“That decision was...kind of everybody’s,” you explained.

Jihoon quickly stepped in, having been there when that was originally decided, “So, Seungkwan can write lyrics, but he had read a lot of the songs _____ had written in their notebook, and he thought that they would benefit better if _____ wrote the songs, which was their job before anyway so it wasn’t a big deal.”

“I loved writing for us, anyway,” you shrugged.

“Right, so we were all on board with that. It wasn’t that his lyrics weren’t good, they just...were a bit too...repetitive. After reading them over, they started becoming bland, so we scraped it all and let _____ do their thing.”

“So essentially, _____ was the one who got the duo to where they were,” the third host stated. “A singer is nothing without the music and the lyrics, right? So ____ did it all.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling unashamed to take the credit. “I was the one who got him where he was. I got him the job, I wrote his lyrics -- all he did was sing what we told him to and did it how we told him to.”

“Ooh,” the second host chuckled, “so shameless.”

“Can you blame them?” Jihoon asked, immediately coming to your defense. “Considering what he did?”

“That brings me to my second question,” the first host interrupted. “You used to be pretty decent friends with Vernon before Seungkwan and while the two of you were in a relationship, and he helped write songs on your album. Do you regret that, and do you still talk to him?”

“No, and no,” you replied plainly.

“...Care to elaborate?”

“No.”

The album had to be perfect and you knew that. It was your first album, and you’d set high standards with the single. You were doing your best to write songs, and you’d made quite a few, but you knew you’d need help. You’d brought in a few people to help, but there was one person you knew would not only write good lyrics, but would be a nice surprise for your boyfriend.

As the car pulled up to the building, Seungkwan saw the HVC Records sign very clearly, starting to bounce excitedly in the passenger seat, “This is Vernon’s company!”

“I know, I know,” you giggled as you parked in the parking garage. “C’mon.”

You turned off the car and got out, laughing quietly as Seungkwan slid his fingers between yours and practically skipped toward the building.

Little did you know that this was the beginning of your end.

Like you and Seungkwan, Vernon and Seungkwan immediately got along. It warmed your heart, though. You weren’t jealous or upset, you were pleased to see Seungkwan making friends with so many artists. The more connections he had, the better for him and his career, anyway.

But how many late nights was he out with Vernon? How many times was he smiling at his phone because of a text from Vernon? And why did you never notice? Why did it never bother you? Why did you trust him so much? Even Jihoon told you it was a little odd, but you just said they were doing work on the album because that’s what you figured it was. You didn’t feel a need to question Seungkwan because he’d always been so sweet and innocent. You trusted and loved Seungkwan.

It wasn’t until the album dropped that things started to change, even if you didn’t notice it yet.

The launch party was packed with people from your label and outside the label. People who participated in the making, and people who were just friends, family, and acquaintances. You’d never been more happy or excited because you’d never released an album that was yours and it was with the person you loved. You’d never been so proud of something.

Seungkwan stuck by your side most of the party, an arm around your waist as he grinned and gave thanks to those who congratulated the two of you and kissed your cheek as he told you how happy and proud he was. He used to always get teared up when he spoke about how he was starting to make it big like he always dreamed, and that night was no exception.

But when Vernon showed up to the party late, you’d lost track of Seungkwan. You didn’t mind, hanging out with Jihoon and Wonwoo while Seungkwan was in the bathroom, his lips moving all over Vernon with nobody knowing. You thought he was off socializing, anyway.

After the album came a tour. There wouldn’t be a lot of stops, and there would only be a few countries involved, but it was still big for you. You’d never been on tour, and obviously Seungkwan hadn’t, either, but both of you were extremely nervous and incredibly excited.

Everything felt good. On tour, Seungkwan acted normal. He was still on his phone a lot, but you were used to it now. Fans would gush on social media about how happy the two of you looked to be together on stage, along with how amazing the performances were. Seungkwan cried at almost every concert as he would look out at all the fans he’d accumulated, and you would smile so proudly because you were able to do this for him. All because you found him in that coffee shop that one day.

But after the tour came plans for a second album, and that’s when you started to get dragged back to the reality of the situation.

“Alright, we have to start writing,” Jihoon said as he entered the studio where he’d called the two of you.

“O-oh,” Seungkwan said, looking up from his phone, “is that why you called us here?”

“Well, yeah,” he scoffed. “Why?”

“Uh...well, it’s been almost a year now,” Seungkwan began awkwardly, “so my contract’s almost up...”

“Yeah? And...?”

“I...don’t want to renew it...” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to meet your eyes.

You felt your heart drop as you stared at your boyfriend. Jihoon raised his eyebrows, not really showing any emotion as his eyes slowly looked around, letting Seungkwan’s statement sink in.

“Oh...kay...” Jihoon said slowly. “Can I ask why not?”

“Well...I think it’s time for me to do things on my own,” he shrugged. “Like...completely on my own.”

Not only was your heart fallen into your stomach, but now it was smashed into a million tiny unfix-able pieces. Why would he want to do any of this? He was living his dream with you -- because of you! Why did he suddenly want to go solo in more ways than one?

Now, Jihoon was a bit mad because you clearly had no knowledge of this. Seungkwan didn’t even have the decency to talk this over with you beforehand, and that was something he didn’t like.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, a little bite to his tone.

“I’m not just assuming I can do everything on my own! I’m not that cocky,” Seungkwan said quickly. “Vernon said he’d sign me as a soloist to his label.”

“Oh, of fucking course it’s Vernon!” Jihoon laughed bitterly. “Just admit it: you’ve been fucking around with him behind _____’s back.”

Seungkwan frowned, “No I haven’t! We’re just good friends!”

Nobody knew, but it was half true. He’d madeout with Vernon at the album launch party because he was drunk, but he’d never cheated on you other than that. The two really were just friends, but they did have feelings for each other. So technically, he wasn’t two-timing you.

Did he use you to get what he wanted just to leave you for Vernon, though? Absolutely.

So Seungkwan moved in with Vernon, and he completely left your life when his contract was up. Soon enough, it was announced that they were dating. And that was basically where you were now.

“Now, before you and Seungkwan, people had heard your name before,” the second host pointed out. “You’re a famous songwriter, you’d done backup on popular songs that have gone to number one, your songs have won awards and everything. But nobody had heard of Seungkwan ever, and yet, he’s one of the most popular artists in the world now.”

“As mentioned before, it’s all thanks to _____,” Jihoon stated.

“Okay, then can I ask this,” the first host began, “why did Seungkwan almost immediately release a song following the breakup while you were on a hiatus for six months?”

“Either way, it was clearly worth the wait,” the third host state with a smile. “I mean, Without Me is absolutely amazing, and both fans and non-fans seem to agree.”

“I...needed time,” you decided, which wasn’t a lie but it also wasn’t completely the truth. “I had discovered that I did like being at the forefront rather than working behind the scenes so I didn’t want to give up what I was doing, but I just couldn’t do it without Seungkwan -- at least, that’s what I thought at the time. So I had to really sit down and think things through, and Woozi was a big help with talking things through. So that’s why I decided to release Without Me which he did basically everything for other than the lyrics. He made all the music, produced it, and all that jazz. So that’s why I put him in the video and really put an emphasis on the fact that he helped me with it. He’s always been a close friend anyway, so it meant a lot to have this be the track that we did 100% ourselves.”

“You’re up against Seungkwan for Song of the Year, as well,” the second host reminded you. “Do you think you’ll beat him?”

You shrugged, “I didn’t write the song to get back at Seungkwan, I wrote it because I wanted to get out all the negative feelings I felt. I don’t care if it beats him. I don’t care if he’s heard it or if he feels bad. I did it for me.”

Under the table, you felt Jihoon’s hand slide over the back of yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

Of course, you showed up to the award show with Jihoon by your side. You took pictures, walked the carpet, and just tried to enjoy yourselves. You weren’t there to win, you just wanted to have a good evening together to celebrate the song you’d released together. Both of you were proud of it no matter what, and that was all that mattered.

As you walked down the carpet, your eye caught something flashy. You looked over to see a sequenced jacket that was shining in the light, the person wearing it being somebody all too familiar.

Seungkwan was walking beside Vernon, their fingers laced together as they waved and smiled at the fans that were screaming for them. When you looked at them, you didn’t feel anger or hatred. You didn’t feel sadness, but maybe some nostalgia of what once was. But other than that, you felt nothing.

You did notice that Seungkwan never smiled the same -- and fans had noticed it, too. Sure, being a singer and performer was always taxing, but people speculated he didn’t have the thing that used to recharge him and relax him enough to bring out his brightest smiles and best energy: you. Nobody doubted he didn’t love Vernon, but some people just thought maybe you were better for him.

Did you pay attention to those rumors? Not once.

“Keep up,” Jihoon chuckled when he noticed you lagging behind, grabbing your hand and leading you into the venue.

“Sorry,” you smiled, letting your eyes peel away from the couple to your friend.

When it came time to announce the winner, you didn’t get your hopes up. You were going to be happy for whoever won, and if it was you, then great.

When Seungkwan’s song was called, you clapped for him. You watched him as he walked up to the stage, seeing that you were being filmed and put on the screens from the corner of your eye. You didn’t care, though. You would’ve clapped even if the audience wasn’t looking for your reaction.

Jihoon, however, was looking down at his phone. He did glance up to look straight at the camera before going back to his phone.

Seungkwan thanked his friends, his family, and his new label. He thanked his fans and talked about how performing was always his biggest dream.

“And I want to thank the person who got me to where I am today,” he continued, “my boyfriend, Vernon. I love you so much and I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You weren’t surprised that it wasn’t you -- you figured he’d completely forgotten about you so what did it matter?

But as Seungkwan left the stage, you heard your own voice -- your own song playing in the venue. The crowd erupted into a noise you couldn’t place -- you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad or a funny kind of noise -- and you looked at Jihoon with wide eyes as the chorus played.

He smirked, pulling his wallet out of his pocket, “I know the sound guy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, playfully whacking his shoulder.

But as Seungkwan heard the song when he walked off, he felt something tug inside him. It was the same odd feeling he had when he first heard the song and knew it was about him immediately. It was the kind of feeling that not only made him feel guilty but made him question his choices. Was this really what he’d become now? Had he made the right decision leaving not only the little ‘band’ but his relationship with you?

But none of that mattered because you would never care about that. All that mattered to you was that you had moved on, and you knew the real reason for his success. So you would be happy for the star you created, even if he had left you beneath him.

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“Anyway guys, that's all for this week. Love you all, see you next Friday. Mwah!” Y/N smiled, blowing a kiss and then she waited a few seconds before standing up and she cut the camera. With a sigh of relief, she let a single hand run through her hair that had been made up into tight, bouncy curls to look slightly presentable for her video. She was glad that it was finally done and she could relax for the rest of the day… or at least until night rolled in and she was doomed with the job of editing.

Y/N had been making YouTube videos for the past two years and had just exceeded 500K Subscribers and she was over the moon, despite not being overly popular and hyped up in the community she was more than happy with her ‘little family’ that came back every week to support her and watch all of her new content. She packed away her camera, lights and then folded up her backdrop before falling back, down onto her soft bed. “Ugh, that feels so good!” She let out, not missing the feeling of being sat on an uncomfortable stool for three hours doing a Twitter QnA.

Like usual, after filming a video she took it upon herself to go through social media, looking at a few posts and then she tweeted: ‘This week’s video is filmed my little dumplings, can’t wait for you all to see it. Some tea might be spilled!’ And almost instantly she was getting notifications- something she still thought to this day was crazy, two years ago her twitter was dead and filled with cringe-worthy posts and now she had just over 100K followers and was receiving so many messages:

‘I love you Y/N!’

‘YESSS! So excited queen, you know Fridays are my favorite because of you’

‘Look at this drawing I did of Y/N, please retweet so she can see!’

‘U G H, I stan a queen.’

A few hours had passed and she didn’t even notice, too caught up in liking her fans comments and artwork. Since she was once in their position she knew what it was like, trying so hard to be noticed for something, a like, comment back or a retweet even. That's one thing her ‘Little Dumplings’ loved about her the most, how interactive she was with everyone. She was so absorbed in spamming posts and comments that she didn’t even realize her roommate Kinan was back. “Hey Bitch, wanna go to Chipotle? I’m starving, that whore at work cut my lunch break AGAIN.” He groaned, but there was still a hint of venom in his voice that made Y/N chuckle.

“Alright sure, I’ll come.” Y/N said, jumping up and she slipped into her Off-White sneakers. Kinan’s eyes widened and he shook his head looking her up and down, almost in utter disgust. She raised a single brow at him and then folded her arms over her chest, letting out a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asked, watching as her best friend strutted over to her wardrobe and opened it up.

He flicked through a few items before replying, “I know you’re cute and all but, we live in LA now girl, you can't be going out in…” He paused momentarily, turning to face her and he looked her up and down again with a pout, “That.” causing Y/N to gasp in shock, half sarcastically.

“I’ll have you know Kinan, I just filmed for three hours wearing this outfit!” She resorted, attempting to defend herself as much as possible. Y/N wasn’t overly girly or fashionable. Most of her clothes were either from ASOS or Forever 21 where Kinan worked, meaning she got discount on most things. That and thrift stores, but she had taste and could put an outfit together, they were just never as bougie as Kinan’s Balenciaga’s and Gucci that looked like James Charles had thrown up all over him.

He just tilted his head, still looking through her outfits. “Hmmm… Sounds like a personal problem.” Y/N rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of her bed and slowly scrolled through some of the comments on her recent Instagram post while her friend tore her wardrobe apart looking for the most flashy thing she could possibly imagine wearing to go to Chipotle for a fucking burrito. “Ah, this will do!” He told her, pulling out a pair of mom jeans with a long-sleeved, skintight black shirt with white stripes. “Cute right? I mean, for you.”

“I swear, this attitude needs to stop.” She laughed, taking them from him and she began to get changed. Kinan seemed to disregard her comment, swaying his hips side to side as he left her bedroom and he swung on the doorway before heading to the front door. Once Y/N was ready, she checked herself out in front of the long mirror she had in her bedroom, snapping a quick photo and she posted it to her Instagram story with a dancing burrito gif in the corner. “I’m coming!” She called, scooping up her black Louis Vuitton bag that Kinan had got her for Christmas, it was real too and cost him an arm and a leg.

“Oooo she’s cute.” He smirked, picking up his car keys from the side and they left the apartment together, going down to the parking lot where his wrapped, lime green Mini-Cooper was. Their best mode of transport. “Get in bitch.” He told her as Y/N was walking slightly behind him, her head in her phone but he couldn’t complain, if he wasn’t so hungry he’d be worse than her.

Once the pair of them were in the car, Kinan connected his phone and shuffled his playlist, ‘Bohemian Rapsody - Queen.’ He grinned, looking at Y/N and she looked up from her glowing screen, giving him a similar large grin as the song began and they pulled out into the streets of Los Angles. Y/N began to record Kinan as he drove and sang. “Mama...Just killed a man!” She giggled at his imitation and twisted the camera to face her, miming the words as she was too embarrassed to actually sing. That was the second thing she uploaded to her story…

As Chipotle drew closer the chorus, or at least their favorite part of the song kicked in and the pair of them shamelessly screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, starting with Y/N;

“BISMILLAH!”

“NO, WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!” Kinan screeched, turning to another street.

“LET HIM GO!” Y/N ‘sang’ just as high, and it repeated until the intense instrumental kicked in.

By this point, as they sped down the streets in the luminous Mini they were without a doubt getting looks from each side of the walkway as the music blared, but not quite drowning out their shrieking voices. However, as the large Chipotle sign could be seen at the bottom of the block, the song concluded and the pair of them finished it together in hushed voices, “Anyway the wind...blowsssssss!” Then Kinan pulled into the parking lot and the pair of them hopped out.

“Okay so me and Kinan are going to Chipotle right now, we just had a fun karaoke session in the car, hello James Corden? Sign me up.” Y/N spoke, filming the pair of them as they walked around to the front of the restaurant.

However, mid-filming Kinan’s attention was caught by somebody else walking down the opposite side of the street. “Oh my god! Is that Grayson Dolan?” he gasped causing Y/N’s eyes to dart immediately to the other side of the street and her mouth dropped.

She double tapped the screen, flipping the camera to record the one and only, Grayson Dolan, as Kinan had suspected. He was alone, casually walking down the street in a tight, plain black tee that showed off his slightly tan, muscular arms and he had tight, smart pinstripe bottoms on. His hand was pressed against his cheek, his phone on his ear and he was occupied talking.

Y/N flipped the camera back to them and was still in a state of shock, ever since she started making YouTube videos, and even from before that in the days of Vine she had known the Dolan Twins. She was a huge fan, and apparently so was Kinan as he took it upon himself to giggle and say to the camera, “Oohh Daddy.” causing Y/N to snap out of her trance in a fit of laughter.

The recording ended and she posted it without a caption before looking back up again but it was too late, she could still see him but he was far down the block. “Well bye, bye Dolan…” She whispered quietly and her smile faded momentarily. That was until Kinan snatched her hand and dragged her inside of Chipotle.

“Bitch I know you’re shook because you just saw a Daddy Dolan but like, I’M STILL HUNGRY so get your ass in gear and we can be fangirls later, okay?” He said, causing her large grin to grow back on her lips and she nodded quickly, getting in line.

Once they had their burritos Y/N got back into the car and was about to take a photo when her phone died, “Fucking piece of shit.” She complained, dumping it on her thigh and she unwrapped her burrito, taking a large bite out of it which was followed by a moan, her mouth watering at how good it tasted.

“I bet you’re imagining that burrito is Grayson’s big, hot, spicy dick,” Kina smirked, buckling in beside her as he began to drive, his comment almost made her choke and he began to cackle wickedly, sounding like a witch.

Once she swallowed, Y/N swiped a bit of leftover sauce from around her lips and looked at Kinan with bright red cheeks. “Oh my god, shut up!” She told him and he just grinned, and just as the car almost fell silent, ‘Nicki Minaj - Good Form’ began to play and Kinan’s lips twisted up into an even larger smile.

“Ooooh! This is my song!” He shouted, swaying a little as he drove, causing the car to swerve a little and a car on the other side of the road started honking their horn which caused Y/N to gasp in shock but Kinan just laughed it off. “Hey! Don’t you find it funny that we JUST saw Grayson Dolan and now Nicki Minaj is playing? Like you know… his absolute BAE!”

Y/N shook her head, opening her mouth to correct him over the blaring music in the car. “It’s Ethan that stans Nicki, not Grayson.” She informed, causing Kinan to pull a peculiar yet, amused face as he turned a sharp corner.

“Ohh. So you even know which one likes Nicki, wow you fucking stalker!” He laughed, teasing her.

Getting defensive, Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, I’m not! I just used to like them a few years ago.” She admitted, holding back from telling him that she still tuned in to watch them every Tuesday, without fail. Kinan didn’t seem to buy it anyway, giving her his typical ‘Mhmm’ Face that he always did when he didn’t believe her.

Once they got home Kinan flopped in front of the sofa, turning on the TV and he began to watch Tana Mongeau, Y/N was honestly bewildered by his huge obsession for her but it was Kinan and he did whatever he wanted to. If he didn't like it in the ass, Y/N would have said Tana was perfect for him. “Hey, I’m gonna go to my room and start editing for awhile okay? Shout me if you need anything.” He just nodded, already too absorbed in the video he was watching.

Y/N sighed, slowly clicking her bedroom door shut behind her and she kicked off her sneakers at the door before sliding along her wooden bedroom floor in her odd socks, one of them white with yellow spots and the other was a pink and purple floral design. She picked up her camera from where she had left it earlier, scooped up her cables and plopped them on her bed, sliding her MacBook out from underneath it and she started to wire everything up. “Time to go back to hell!” She exclaimed sarcastically as all the clips began to get imported.

A few hours had passed and Y/N had made some progress, slicing up clips, adding bits of audio and adjusting some tragic moments of bad lighting. After awhile though it became overwhelmingly draining. She barely had any energy left in her body and decided to roll over and take a quick break. Y/N picked up her phone that she had previously put on charge while she was waiting for the videos to import onto her computer and turned it back on.

Instagram was the first thing she checked, seeing that 95K people had seen her story from three hours ago, she laughed watching the clip back of her and Kinan singing before it went to the next part, outside of Chipotle and she had almost completely forgotten about it. Once the camera flipped, showing Grayson she held down on the screen, checking him out- and also regretting not going to say ‘Hi’.

‘Oh well’ She thought, trying to brush it off as if it was nothing, but deep down it still stung that she had missed an opportunity to meet him, one half of the Dolan Twins, who she had adored for years. To take her mind off of it she went through her feed and it didn’t take her long to come across some memes that her fans had posted. It was screenshots of Y/N’s face from her story when she had spotted Grayson. Some of the captions consisted of:

‘Ooof @Y/IG/N is ME’

‘Hahahaha she is SHISHTAR SHOOK’

‘Me if I ever saw the Dolan Twins’

‘Okay, but are we gonna talk about what Kinan said??’

‘OMG @Y/IG/N and @GraysonDolan? Love that’

She chuckled, looking through them all but she didn’t really react or like any of the posts, that was until she came across a funny video edit somebody had made. The editor had zoomed into her shocked face with the meme quote from the movie Inside Out “Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going on inside their head?” Then it cut to a sexual video edit of Grayson and she burst out laughing until she accidentally liked it.

“Oh shit!” She said, unliking it instantly, or at least once she had noticed but the fan had already screenshotted their notification and posted it with the caption: ‘dssdsafjgkea WHAT?’ which represented exactly how Y/N felt and she facepalmed. “Shit…” She sighed, refreshing the post as it got lots of comments.

She gave up after awhile, laughing it off as it was just a meme and saved all of her editing progress that she had made so far. Y/N decided to call it a night, putting her phone back on charge and she packed her editing equipment away before slipping out of her clothes and put on some shorts and a long tee for bed, throwing her bra away somewhere random in the room before collapsing onto her bed and after that it didn’t take her long to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Y/N!” Was the first thing she heard, she crinkled her face and rolled over, not prepared to wake up but then her shoulders were shaken. “Y/N GET UP!” Kinan was demanding and she didn’t want to contest. Her eyes peeled open slowly and she rubbed them with the back of her hand.

Once the bright light overwhelming her vision had settled down and she adjusted to the light, Y/N sat up, resting her head back against her wall. “Yeah? What’s up?” She asked, raising a brow at Kinan who was overly excited.

“Check. Your. Twitter. NOW!” He said excited, bouncing on her bed. She scrunched her face again, groaning as she reached over for her phone and opened up the twitter app, unsure what to expect. Then, once her feed refreshed and she skimmed over the tweet she almost collapsed.

‘@GraysonDolan: So I finally found @Y/T/N that everyone has been telling me about and I’ve been watching her YouTube videos for about an hour now. Holy shit she’s cool. Subscribed.’

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