#if we have a question we'll literally have a 10 second phone call that's just

[clowndensation]

i think my most controversial opinion is that i love phone calls and hate emails. boss emails me and i'm like. this could have been a phone call.

[kaliforniahigh]

Bestfriend!noah when you get hurt and he gets so worried about you that he takes you to the hospital. He doesn’t care that you say your fine he wants a doctors opinion on it because he can’t bear to see you hurt

There we go, stressing this man out AGAIN LOL

You swear you didn't mean to do it on purpose. But you were so excited to get the Halloween decorations up, you literally couldn't wait for Noah to get home.

You know your 6'3'' boyfriend could hang things way easier than you could, but that's just a detail. You didn't have the height, but you had the hunger of someone excited for Halloween.

So you grabbed everything and went to work. The dining room chair your best friend in this adventure.

You were so engrossed in your task, that you didn't hear Noah open the front door. You were hanging some spiders on the wall, both feet planted on the chair, hands balancing a funny looking spider and tape.

Noah found this all amusing. He looked around and saw pumpkins on the staircase, spider webs thrown around furniture, and apparently, you were now decorating the walls.

It all happened in seconds, you couldn't quite reach the spot you wanted to hang the spider, so you stood on your tip toes. It was then that Noah decided to intervene.

He opened his mouth to let you know he could hang it for you, when he saw you get too close to the edge, the legs of the chair wobbled and ultimately tipped to the side, making you fall on the floor with a loud thud and a grunt coming from your lips.

Noah quite literally ran to you, who was sprawled on the floor, a grimace on your face and hands clutching your back.

"Don't move too much. Stay still", he instructed you, a panicked look on his face.

"When did you get here?", you questioned, wondering if you hit your head and forgot he had gotten home.

"Just a couple of minutes ago. I'm going to call 911, hold on", he said, grabbing his phone.

"No!", you exclaimed. "No 911. There's no need, I'm just a little winded from the impact. It's nothing serious"

Noah knew you would try to do this, but he was having none of it.

"You fell from that chair, right on the hard floor. You can't convince me you're fine"

"Well, it does hurt. But It's gonna go away in a little"

Noah sighed out loud and tried to reason with you.

"We'll wait 10 minutes, and if you're still in pain, I'll take you to the hospital", he gave you a look that told you there is no room for argument, and you didn't say anything else.

Noah just sat there beside you, a grumpy look on your his face.

"I mean, if I'm 6'3'' and you still have to get up on things to hang shit on the wall, then what am I useful for around here?", he said and huffed in annoyance.

You laughed at his disgruntled state, but a sharp pain shot up your back, and your laugh turned into a groan of pain.

"That's it. Get your ass up, we're going to the hospital", he extended his arms to help you get up, while you expressed your apologies to him.

[bubblegump-1-nk]

In Trouble

Summary: You are a famous actress doing an interview for your new movie Elvis, with your co-star Austin Butler. Something you say causes your boyfriend Timothee's insecurities to skyrocket (Notice a theme in my writing yet ;)) - Angst ig? Sorry this is so long, I got super carried away!

Press tours. You couldn't decide if you loved them or hated them. Recently though, you've been loving them because you have your - now - best friend Austin Butler next to you the whole time. With your new role as Priscilla in the Elvis biopic you've been in the spotlight. The only downside of it though is being away from your boyfriend for so long. But today was the last of the press tours, ending right in none other than New York. How perfect!

"Ok everyone, 5 minutes until we air!" Said one of the workers back stage.

You and Austin had been settled in your seats for about 10 minutes already, so you carried on your conversation.

"The Outsiders is easily the best book ever written." You say, as retaliation to Austin saying What We Talk About When We Talk About Love was the best book.

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong (Y/N). What We Talk About is pure perfection, literally perfect writing." He explains, with a goofy grin on his face.

"No. The Outsiders is scientifically the best novel ever written. The End." You say playfully.

"Ok, then let's trade books. We'll see how easily you change your mind then." He challenges.

"You wish." You say, as your makeup team comes over and quickly retouches some of your makeup.

Austin uses this short period of time to take out his phone and look up what you said earlier. He didn't know if you were joking when you said that The Outsiders had been scientifically proven as the best book ever written. You were. He chuckles to himself at your adorable claim.

"Ok everyone, places! The camera is rolling in 3...2...1!" Says the interviewer, now sitting in his spot.

The interview starts smoothly, the interviewer introducing himself as, Tom. He does a nice job of bouncing the questions back and forth, making sure you both get the same amount of questions. You're grateful for this, in most interviews all the questions are for Austin. You understand that, of course, and Austin always does the best job in including you into his questions, but it still feels nice to have some of your own.

Austin just finished answering Tom's question of "What was your favorite performance you did?" After he's sure Austin has finished talking, he turns to you and asks, "So (Y/N), I know this question doesn't completely pertain to you, but what is your favorite performance of Austin?"

You smile, knowing your answer immediately. "Definitely his trouble performance. I love that song and Austin sang it perfectly. I also just love the rebellious aspect of it, I think it really captured Elvis. It was incredibly fun to watch and Austin did amazing." You say, dragging out 'amazing'.

The interview ends some moments after and once the camera is shut off, you and Austin begin conversing.

"Ok everyone, you're free to go." Says one of the people back stage, who you assume to be the manager.

"So, I don't know if you have any plans with Timothee already but the whole cast was thinking of going to a bar right now to celebrate. We can reschedule though, if you do, no pressure." Austin says, helping you out of your seat.

You thank him, and then think for a second making a humming noise. "Tim and I didn't have any plans already and I don't think he would mind me going out. I mean we went out to dinner last night, so it should be fine. I'll give him a call, just in case." You say, pulling out your phone.

"Ok, tell me as soon as you know the plan. I'll text you the name of the bar if you end up coming." He says, smiling.

"Perfect. Thanks Aus."

"No problem. Also, again, no pressure into going if you want to hang out with Timothee, I understand." Austin says, making sure you don't feel pressured into anything.

You let out a small laugh at his caring manner. "Don't worry Austin, I know. Now leave and go have fun."

He says goodbye and waves to you through the window as he's getting into his car.

"You alright (Y/N)?" Baz asks, walking over to you and placing an arm on your forearm.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just calling Tim to see if he had plans for us tonight." You explain.

"Oh ok. Let us know if you decide to come tonight. I know Austin won't be the same without you." He says cheekily.

You wave him off in mock anger, and he walks away laughing to himself.

You open your phone and press call on Timothee's contact. He answers on the first ring, as he always does.

You quickly explain the situation and he's completely understanding. You ask him if he would want to tag along, but he explains that as much as he wants to he has a lot of work to do and it's better if he stays at home. You understand, and end the phone call in 'I love you's'. You walk out of the building, texting Austin on your way out.

you: hey I'm coming what's the name of the bar?

Austin responds in seconds, like he was staring at his phone and waiting for your text. Well actually, he probably was.

Austin: yay!!! its called the Shirley temple, its a super small bar that we found, hopefully no papz

you: perfect 💕

Austin: ❤️

--- Timothee's POV ---

I was scrolling through my phone instead of actually doing my work. I was too lazy. Maybe I should have gone to the bar, it would've been fun to go out with (Y/N). Plus, I don't trust that Butler guy. I mean, he's perfect. Blonde hair, 6'0", gruff voice, abs, what's not to like? That's why I don't like him around (Y/N), my (Y/N). He could easily swoop in and take her, he has everything I don't. And it's not like I'm insecure about other men, it's just the fact that him and (Y/N) are always touching each other, always together, always laughing at things and leaving me out of the joke. Not to mention the fans. Before Austin came along, everyone was obsessed with me and (Y/N) as a couple, they thought we were soulmates. But now with Austin in the picture, people are changing their minds.

A ding from my phone takes me out of my internal rant. I look down at the notification and see (yourinstagramuser) has posted a new story! I click on the notification and it directly opens the story.

repost of austinbutler's story:

(Austin is Elvis, and you're Priscilla in this image - you are tagged in the original story)

"What the fuck!!" I say, accidentally out loud.

What is even going on here? I knew I should've gone, why are they looking at each other like that? Slow down Timothee, why am I so mad. It's just a picture. They're just best friends. At the end of the day she's coming home to me, to my bed. This calms me down a bit. Only a bit.

I set my phone down and go grab a coke from the kitchen. When I come back I get another notification that draws my attention. Austin Butler and (Y/N) (L/N) chat about the new Elvis movie. I click on the notification and begin to watch the new interview that has just been posted. I'm exited to see (Y/N), but not that douchebag Austin. Especially not him being obsessive over my girl.

The interview is surprisingly smooth, nothing that seems to flirtatious. Well until (Y/N) is asked about her favorite performance from Austin. "Definitely his trouble performance. I love that song and Austin sang it perfectly. I also just love the rebellious aspect of it, I think it really captured Elvis. It was incredibly fun to watch and Austin did amazing." What the hell? And why the hell did you drag out the word amazing?

I'm no idiot, and I know all about that scene. Austin is thrusting around and making all sorts of 'sexy' movements. Why the hell is that (Y/N)'s favorite performance? The most provocative of all! I quickly pause the interview and go to the comments. I only pay attention to the ones that mention both Austin and (Y/N).

User3: isn't it so cute how their matching?????

I quickly scroll back up. Oh fuck, they are matching. Austin is wearing simple leather pants, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. (Y/N) is wearing a short, leather skirt and a cropped white shirt that comes down just a little lower than her cropped leather jacket. I wonder if they meant to match?? I keep reading the comments.

User5: they are soulmates

User9: they compliment each other so well

User10: forget timothee, Austin is what (Y/N) needs

User12 - reply to User11: I completely agree, timothee doesn't deserve her. at least Austin compliments her well

User14: hottest couple ever.

What do they mean hottest couple ever? They're not even dating??

A jingle of keys at the door indicates how long it's been. I've stayed up for hours researching every interview, every tweet, every instagram post, every tiktok, and every goddamn comment that has to do with Austin and (Y/N). I look down at the time - 3:21 AM -

"Tim? Are you awake?" I hear (Y/N) call out, as she enters the apartment.

Shit.

Part 2??

[momo-de-avis]

Oh please, do tell us tales of the dumb americans!!

It was literally the only time. Americans so far have been my favourite group. I mean, yeah not all were great, but at most they were just meh. But for the most part americans are super interested, they ask a lot of questions and they're involved.

It was a shame today because it was a large group of americans and then a smaller group, and in this smaller group was a man who discovered years ago that his biological mother (he was adopted) was part portuguese, so it was a dream for him to come here and experience the country, and he was genuinely so nice.

But this group... Like, again, they were nice, they tipped me (in dollars tho lmao) and they thanked me for the amazing tour, but they tried to pull a dumb stunt that is on Karen levels of stupid

Basically, they booked a tour for 9 people. They were late. I had already started the intro, so when they arrived I didn't count anyone.

My coworker asked them "are you the group of 9?" They said yes, so then she directed them to me.

When they arrived, they say they were informed they were with me. I'm pulling my phone to check the reservation because I don't remember the name, so as I do it I say "a 9 people reservation, correct?" Again, he says yes. So I check his name, SHOW HIM THE RESERVATION, and he confirms it.

Again, I was slightly late so I took his word.

Now, this is a food and wine tour. We book all places in the morning, so that each of our partners have the food ready once we get there. So everything had been booked since 11am.

We get to the first stop and I confirm with the lads over there it's 14 people. Now, this spot is very small, and they literally cannot seat more than 15 people. The layout is in a way that I can tell how many people are seated just by looking, cause it's long tables with two chairs, one on each side, so I count them quickly two by two. And like I said, the seats are very limited. 12 people can be seated. 14 we have to whip out the blue chairs. 15 I have to go get the extra stool. 16 we're fucked, we'll figure something out.

What I'm saying is, I have it all planned by the time I get there, so with 14 that's two full tables and two blue chairs. I do my thing, turn around and when I turn back... There's an extra chair.

I KNOW this means it's 15 people, but I count everyone just to be sure. Three times. All this time, the lady who might be in charge of the group, I sincerely don't know wtf they were, is watching me.

So that's when I realise what they've done.

I go to this woman and ask her how many of them are there. She says 9. But then backtracks quickly because she saw me counting and says "oh, 10. We miscounted."

I'm like. My bitch, you CONFIRMED TWICE WITH ME THAT THERE'S 9 OF YOU.

For a second, I considered telling her that there was nothing I could do for the 10th member because they simply did not book anything for him, and I can't just give them a fucking free bifana. It literally almost leaves my mouth, but she realised FINALLY that she fucked up, and goes "we can pay for the extra".

And I'm like, ma'am you HAVE to pay for the extra. But I tell her I'll call the office. I know what the office is going to say, I just need to check the price and on god, RANT.

Like... I don't know what the fuck she was expecting here. It's a food and wine tour. OF COURSE all the food is going to be accounted for. I literally had to explain that I of course I have to book things in advance because there's a lot of people and establishments have to make sure they've got the food.

She literally thought she could sneak in an extra person on a tour THAT SERVES GLASSES OF WINE.

I was honestly surprised at how nice they were to me because I sure as hell was ready to kick them out

[luvlyrv]

Our Songs | pt. 6 | Wendy x F!Reader SM!AU

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I hope the word count marginally makes up for the fact this series has been on a three month hiatus lol, don't worry though it'll finish soon!

Date: 6/10/21

Series Masterlist

Ever since you and Wendy exchanged numbers you find your hand unconsciously reaching out to your phone throughout the day. You hope to find a notification from her when you turn it on. Thankfully she always seemed to respond back, but even when she didn't you'd put your phone down to repeat the loop. You tried your best to make sure it didn't interfere with your work, but still, your day was marked by Wendy. Although she wasn't there physically your conversations always carried through day and night.

You've known her to be a warm person, always friendly and comforting. You hope you're not reading into things too much, but sometimes you read her messages and your heart skips a beat. The way she would talk about you would make you flustered. It would force you to put your phone down for a second, unable to comprehend the positivity. Then the thought that maybe she was flirting would creep into your head.

The idea that you're just imagining things always comes back to fight it though.

Shaking your head you decide not to contemplate the idea further. After all she was going to come over soon and you needed to focus on finishing your songs. Thinking about any possible romantic feelings was the last thing you wanted to do. Especially with her in front of you.

Luckily the thoughts dissipate as you zone into the work in front of you, scrutinizing every detail you possibly could. You let yourself sink into the feeling of the songs, letting it help guide your decisions in mixing. As quickly as you get focused though, you're broken out of your zone when you hear knocking on the door. Before answering you run to the mirror and take a quick look while trying to make sure you look presentable. When you rush up to the door to open it you act like nothing happened.

"H-hello! Welcome again to my humble abode!" You say it with a smile, trying to suppress the sudden fluttering feeling in your stomach.

"Hey!" She says while looking up and down at you. "Looks like we're accidentally matching today, huh?" Wendy walks past the door and you close it behind her. You take a moment to look at her outfit and then at yours. The both of you had a very blue color palette.

"Well, way to steal the spotlight. You look way cuter than me." You don't sound as confident as you'd like, your voice bordering on the softer and quieter side. You realize you haven't felt this nervous in a while.

"As if that could ever be possible!" Wendy turns her head back at you as she walks towards your room. She rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue at you, only to quickly smile at your remark. "Now stop being silly and let's work."

You follow her into your bedroom and sit down in front of your computer. She sits on a familiar stool and the two of you immediately start working. You share what you have so far, all you do is record some more vocals, including harmonies and adlibs. You polish things with Wendy by your side to help make some stylistic choices. It took a few hours that only felt like mere minutes.

The sun is still out, unlike the first time the two of you had worked together. This leads you to ask Wendy something before she would leave.

"While we're here we should just record the collab video, yeah?" Wendy's eyes light up in recollection of your previous conversation.

"That sounds good, how about we do the Q&A type video today? I can just message Yeri for some questions."

"Sure, I'll ask Seulgi to make up some interesting things for us to answer too."

The two of you didn't have to wait long as both of your friends replied fast, excited to help out and excited to have some questions answered. You situate yourself next to Wendy in a comfortable position and get the camera ready. After getting the camera in position you take the time to fix the lighting in your room, making sure to have a soft and natural feeling with the lights.

Finally, the red light begins to blink on your camera and you wave. Wendy follows along and flashes the camera a friendly look. You give a quick introduction for the video.

"Hey everybody! I'm here with Wendy today to do a little Q&A type video for you guys! We've both gotten some questions from our friends and it's just to share a little about us, how we feel about our collaboration, behind the scenes type of stuff, you know?" Wendy tilts her head and looks at you as you talk, nodding to your words.

"I really can't wait to answer these questions with you." She says with a smile. She looks back at the camera as she pulls her phone out and looks at her messages with Yeri. "Neither of us have prepared any script or anything. We've barely even looked at the questions they've sent us!" You nudge Wendy with your elbow and laugh at a thought.

"What if they sent us something inappropriate?"

"Oh god, Yeri totally would." You both giggle before Wendy prompts you to start reading questions first.

"Alright we'll stop wasting our audience's precious time now. My dear Seulgi's first question is… "what were your first impressions?" Wendy doesn't hesitate to answer the question as soon as it was asked.

"Oh! Whenever Y/N entered the café we were meeting in I was kind of surprised! She doesn't post a lot of pics of herself so to see someone as talented as her in real life was an honor. She's really cute, right?" She reaches out to pinch the cheek of your so-called cute face. You strain a smile of embarrassment at her antics.

"Yeah yeah, I don't record myself a lot." When she stops her assault on your face you follow-up with your opinion. "For Wendy… I was also really surprised… I think I'm really lucky. You guys should know that a camera really doesn't do her justice! When I first met her she certainly gave off a very approachable demeanor too."

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't know? I was really nervous meeting you, yet when I saw you and when we got to talk the atmosphere turned into something really comfortable fast. Let's just move on to the next question." You take a look at your phone again to see Seulgi's question. "What's your favorite thing about the other? Well, Wendy has always been so sweet, it's been wonderful working with her. I appreciate the care and dedication to her work that she has shown me. Her musicality really helped pull everything together, and when I was stuck she was always there to give me a fresh perspective."

"Aww, that's so sweet of you." Wendy says with a blush on her face, her hand covering her face as she laughs a bit. "It's strange to be talking to you like this, I feel like. I think you're a really straightforward person but we haven't really talked about our opinions to this extent! Especially to a camera. Ah… well I think I could really say everything the same for Y/N." Wendy nods a bit in thought before continuing on. "To add to it though, I think Y/N has just always been so considerate to me. Like, beyond being a great musician she has been a good person to me. I think if you've seen some of our interactions on Twitter you'll know that she ended up cooking a wonderful meal for me on our first meeting. I think that if she wasn't as nice as she is, we wouldn't have had this much fun together… wait, this has been fun for you too, right?"

"Oh my god, yes it has. How could you doubt that?" You punch her arm with a fake upset face. You turn back to the camera. "Guys, we've hung out and have talked soooo much outside of our collab. I literally don't understand how she can have a single doubt in her mind about us having fun."

"It doesn't hurt to clarify! Anyways, next question now! And stop punching so hard!"

"Oh hush, it wasn't that hard. Oh hmm, to go along with that Seulgi wonders what our least favorite thing about each other is."

"That's an easy one!" Wendy says all too excitedly. You make a shocked expression, worry flooding your system as Wendy points at you with a smile. "I hate how you're absolutely brimming with talent! Your work is impeccable! Musical genius!"

You groan as your body crumples. "You nearly gave me a heart attack…" Your voice is muffled between your knees.

"It's true though!" Wendy says in a sing-song voice, her face smug in satisfaction to see your scared reaction. "Otherwise there's nothing I can really say."

You gather the strength to get back up and face the camera, then Wendy. Your face is still filled with disappointment but you take your time to stare at Wendy. As you stare at her she seems to come undone as she nervously looks away.

"What are you doing?" A red color subtly creeps up her neck.

"I'm just thinking. I'm thinking that… You also have nothing wrong with you." Wendy can't help but to roll her eyes at your comment. "Except for being awfully cheesy. It makes me wanna go bury myself in a ditch so I won't have to hear your stupid cheesiness again."

"Whatever, whatever. It's my turn to read the questions. Now… this is a good one, "what has the work process been like?"

"Well that's obvious, I do all the work and Wendy leeches off of me like a parasite."

"Hey! Just because it's true doesn't mean you have to say it to the world!" Her response throws you into a fit of laughter, turning you into a mess.

"Oh my, no no! It's really not like that. I would say we have an equal workload, or a workload that makes sense between our respective positions." Wendy shakes her head in disagreement.

"I don't feel so. I feel like Y/N always does so much work, and she does it so quickly too. It makes me feel kind of bad when I sit beside her and see her work her magic. When she's focused and working so hard it's quite amazing."

"Ah geez." You shyly scratch the back of your neck. "Wendy's always like this, complimenting me. Like I said earlier though, she really helps bring me new perspective when I'm stuck and her musicality is like nothing else. She always takes the time to sit next to me and monitor things too. It's not like she's a third party to the process. Not only that," You take the time to send Wendy a smile in an attempt to reassure her that you're not burdened with work. You want her to know that you appreciate her part of the creative process, "but nothing really feels like hard work when I'm with you."

Wendy has a hard time processing your words, so instead of addressing it she decides to just further elaborate her answer to the question.

"Well, I'll just lay down the process for everyone. Obviously, Y/N produces and I sing. Although after enough convincing from me you'll hear her singing on the tracks as well, so say thank you! It all started when Y/N took the time to reach out to me, which I was really excited about by the way, and then we both agreed to meet up at a local place. We just talked about concepts and our availability. We both ended up writing songs and worked together on what we wanted to keep or change. Everything productive happens here," Wendy opens her arms to gesture to the area around her, "at Y/N's place. Even though I have audio equipment at my place too we just record things here."

"Yeah, everything she said is true. I have a little set-up here in my room. I don't think I've ever really shown you guys it? I mean, I've shown my guitar collection before but not all my other equipment yet. I'll film that another time though. Next question?"

"Oh this is kind of interesting to think about, "what do you think the reception of your mini-album will be?" The both of you take a moment to think about it. Recalling many of the things you've read on social media you decided to speak first.

"Well, I think it'll be extremely beneficial to the both of us in multiple ways. I mean first off, I guess by our genre of music we have a lot of overlap between fans. There's been an overwhelming amount of support from fans who are excited to see the both of us collaborate and interact. I have no doubt that it'll do well since it's so highly anticipated by our fans. It'll be even better if you guys manage to stream and share it!" Throughout your explanation you begin to give Wendy shy glances. "I think that even if we drop our music and it doesn't meet much success, I would've gained a lot. I think working together with Wendy has helped me grow as a musician and anything that I learn here I will utilize in the future."

At your last comment Wendy seemed to get excited and she quickly added on.

"Exactly! If anything the most important part about all of this is the fact that I have gained skills as a musician and gained a friend. That greatly outweighs any potential of success." Wendy has a bright smile on her face, happy to be able to call you a friend.

"That doesn't mean we don't want you guys to go ahead and share our music by the way." You joke light-heartedly. "It would mean a lot if you did."

"Now final question for this video! We've been talking too much." Wendy looks at her phone, unlike before she takes a couple seconds before reading the question aloud. "Uh, I think this should be fun to answer. "What do you want to do in the future together?" I think that obvious answer is to make more music!"

You chuckle at her answer before responding as well. "Going to each other's places to have a jam session doesn't sound bad, but hanging out in general is good. We'll definitely continue being friends, and if the reception for our collab is really good we might do another one? That is, of course, if Wendy is okay with that."

"I would be more than happy to do that. I was also thinking of forcing you to binge watch more shows and movies with me."

"Only if you stop hogging the popcorn. Anyways, I think this should be the end of our video. I highly encourage all of you to check-out Wendy's channel in a couple days. The day right before release we're going to be dropping one more video together! Bye-bye!" You wave a goodbye to the camera with a smile. Wendy joins you in your outro.

"See you guys soon!"

You go to turn your camera off as Wendy goes to gather her things. After turning off your lights you go to sit back down on your seat, importing the recently filmed footage to your computer. Wendy takes this moment to sit down next to you again.

"Again, thank you for your hard work!" She says it with a smile as she brings her hand on your arm. "I'm always amazed with the quality of your work and how quickly you can do it."

"No problem, I'll send the songs to you later for your feedback. We'll be able to post everything soon." You smile back at her and give her hand a comforting squeeze. A part of you wishes you could keep your hand there forever.

"Alright, well see you at my place soon!"

When you finally hear the click of your door closing you let out a sigh. You don't want to think about it. You don't want to face it.

You don't want to face the possibility that you've fallen.

[bellfort3]

This is a vent fic i wrote ages ago. I don't have any plans for it, so I'm giving it to you. It's a gift. You can honestly do whatever you want with it. It's completely yours, add to it, read it, delete it, I don't mind. I think you might enjoy it and tbh i just want to be free of it. Its not published anywhere or anything. Uh tw for mildly implied suicidal thoughts.

Wilbur leaned back in his chair, taking a drag of the energy drink on his desk. He was streaming, and it had been nice and chill so far. Some QnA, some GeoGuesser and he'd promised to play a song for chat at the end.

"Thank you BXLBB for the 20," he exclaimed. "BXLBB" he repeated dramatically, and laughed. "Geez, put a vowel in your name dude. Do I plan on doing more chill streams? Yeah probably. We'll have to see how it goes, I'm not really going by too much of a schedule right now." He leaned forward. "Millie X, thank you for the 10. OK, so I think we-"

BRRRRNG!

Wilbur jumped violently in his chair, then giggled slightly. "Oh god that was my phone. I didn't"- he laughed again. "I wasn't expecting that chat, it made me jump. That's going to get clipped, isnt it. Jesus."

BRRRRING!

He looked at the phone screen. TommyInnit calling. Wait. Tommy calling? At 11pm, while  Wilbur was streaming, AND on his phone? With no texts or discord messages first? That was concerning. It was probably just Tommy being an ass, but the anxious part of Wilburs brain said he had to be sure. Ugh, if he was pranking him, he would kill that child. Tommy would just messing around, in which case the moment he started talking, Wil would tell him he was streaming and immedietly hang up on him.

"Oh fuck, it's the FBI," he yelped. He had to play it of as a joke for chat. "They saw how good I am at Geoguesser and now they're all after me. Hold on chat, let me just take this and make sure everything's alright. I'll be right back."

He muted his mic and picked up the call.

"Hullo TommyInnit."

No response.

He turned his volume up. Maybe it had been too low.

If he really strained, he could hear a very faint noise.

Oh fuck.

His anxiety was starting to creep in now.

"Tommy?"

Silence again.

"Tommy, I can't hear you."

More silence.

And then there was a muffled choking noise, and a quiet broken voice said "Hey Will."

For a split-second, Wilbur wondered if someone else had got his number by mistake. He had never in his life heard Tommy sound like that. But it had to be him by the call screen.

"Tommy are you OK?" Thank God he didn't ignore the call, thank god he didn't ignore the call. "Whats going on?"

Another beat of awkward quiet.

"It's nothing," muttered Tommy. "I-I'm sorry for bothering you Wil."

Oh fuck it must be bad. This was the teen who had told him his mother was dying to get him on stream.

"Tommy tell me what's going on."

"I don't- honestly Wilbur it's, I mean- I just-" Tommy stammered. He breathed out slowly and shakily. His voice was getting more watery and unsteady, in a very un-Tommyinnit like way. "I can't- can't seem to do-." He exhaled again and then he blurted out "Wil I want to delete my channel."

"You want to delete your channel?" Wilbur was trying to keep his voice level, but he could hear a tiny bit of incredulity and panic spill through.

Tommy was getting more worked up now. "I'm going to delete it Wil, I'm going to."

"Woah, woah. Don't do anything you'll regret. Where are you?"

"In my room. At my desk."

"OK. Sit on your bed away from the PC. Are your parents home?"

"They've gone out." He could hear a soft SCHMF as Tommy threw himself on the bed.

"So what-why do you want to delete your channel, Tommy?" The question 'what happened?' was clear in his words.

"I hate it Will. I... I don't like, I mean- honestly Wilbur, everything that's on there is shit. What is the point of keeping it up?" Tommy sniffed.

"Tommy..."

"Don't sugarcoat it Wil, I know- I know- I see how things are, you know. And I know I let you down and" Tommy's voice broke. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry, I've fucking failed Wilbur, I've let everyone down, I shouldn't even- I didn't mean to fuck everything up like I have, I dissapointed you-" and then Tommy was really crying, with sobs muffled by his hands and the phone.

Wilbur was stunned. Truly stunned. This was not a prank. Tommy was not OK. Tommy wanted to destroy everything he had worked for. Tommy was crying.

"Tommy," he said softly. "You haven't dissapointed me. Why did you think that?"

"Cos' y'know I-" he sobbed. "You-you like believed, you thought I could do good with my channel and my streams, but it's-" he sobbed again. "All of its so shit, and- and I've thrown away all my chances and I've limited everything and I just think it would be-" Tommy couldn't get the rest out. 

"Tommy, your videos are good. Maybe they're not all amazing, but you worked hard on all of them and they're all enjoyed by people." Wilbur was still reeling. "You don't hate all of them right?"

Tommy, save for crying, didn't reply.

"Right?"

No response.

"Tommy, trust me, you just don't see it now but I don't think your channel is as bad as you think. Did someone say something?"

"No!" Tommy cried, insistently. "No, no, you don't understand, this is just the way it is. Nobody told me, I came to this realisation myself."

"But," Wilbur started. "This realisation of yours is total nonsense Tommy."

Tommy sniffled.

"I don't know. I'm sorry Will."

"Are you doing OK? Is everything alright at school and home?"

"It's fine. Its... Fine."

"You don't think you're, you know, going through something? Are you depressed?" As Wilbur said this a realisation of his own hit him- he was still streaming. Chat was going crazy. He typed in chat: "everything is OK, but I have to end stream now. Sorry everybody. Go send Niki some love." Then he pressed the raid button. And watched the viewers drop.

"Wil I'm not-I don't know," Tommy said. "It would just be easier-well, better for everyone if it was gone. If I was y'know."

'End Stream.' Click. Hopefully the Internet wasn't too rabid. Then Tommy's words caught up with his brain. "Wait, Tommy you don't mean that," he said. "Thats really concerning Tommy. What about Dream and Techno and Tubbo and Schlatt? All these people you-"

"No!" Tommy screamed, immedietly distressed. "No, no, no, no, they don't, I can't-"

"Tommy, Tommy, calm down. It's OK." Tommys breathing filled the space.

"I'm getting Phil."

"No, please don't get Phil, please Wilbur I'm sorry, please Will-" Tommy spluttered frantically.

Wilbur typed a message to Phil with rapid speed, explaining what had happened.

Phil called immedietly, and Wil muted his phone.

"Will, what the fuck is happening? I saw you ended stream early. And you say Tommy's-." Phil was silent for a second. "Oh. Is he OK?"

"I have him on the phone, Phil, please talk to him."

Wilbur unmuted his phone.

"Hiya mate," Phil said softly.

Tommy quietly replied "Hi Phil."

//TW FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS//

Anon what the actual fuck. I just read this while sitting in ap world and I’m literally like stunned. Anon how-anon-I-

This is rlly rlly rlly good. Like rlly good. It actually made me feel like I was there like I was Wilbur what the fuck this lowkey wrecked me what

Anon I know you have gifted this to me but please. I think it’s amazing and that you should continue with it if you want to. It’s very good.

Please come back and talk to me!! I’m invested in this now

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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.

Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.

Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor

Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how

What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne

How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way

How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does

How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss

How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that

If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about

Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?

10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone

11. Favorite piece of fanart?

I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine

This is mine

12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life

13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help

14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay

15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.

16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes

17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*

18. Favorite live performance?

19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)

20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win

21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.

Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.

"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.

"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.

"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.

22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.

They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.

"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.

"The what?"

"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."

"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.

"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.

"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.

"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.

"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.

"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.

"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.

"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.

She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.

"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.

"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."

"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.

Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.

23. Favorite picture of Brian

24. Favorite picture Roger

(Well it's one of many favs)

25. Favorite picture of Freddie

26. Favorite picture of John

27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love

28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car

29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now

30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up

31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂

32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)

33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game

34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone

35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!

36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.

37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)

38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack

39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack

40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love

41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them

42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes

43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me

44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.

45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty

46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine

47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away

48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along

49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works

50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard