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xhollandlilsx · 2 years ago

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Interview Shenanigans - (Bella Ramsey x Reader)

Summary: Set after TLOU2 has been made and released, Reader plays a character in Dina’s spot. (Sorry Dina).

Warnings: N/A

“Hi I’m Y/N” I smiled at the camera, as I held a bunch of question cards in my hands.

“And I’m Bella, and we are here with moviefone” The brunette next to me beamed holding a set of cards themself.

“And we are gonna be answering some questions, that you guys sent in on instagram and twitter, and then we’re gonna go unscripted and ask our own questions” I nodded looking at them and tilting my head to ask if they were ready, to which they mocked what I was doing and tilted their head too, “I guess we’re ready..”

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“From Nina W, on Twitter, great question, ‘Did you learn any archery for the role of Ellie?’” I read it aloud, looking at Bella at the end, tapping my non existent nails on the cards in my hand that we had previously written down our unscripted questions.

“I tried, I mean you tried to teach me” Bella laughed slightly at the afternoon I tried to teach them what my dad taught me, and how badly it went, “But no, it’s just.. no.”

“Yeah, I remember you snapped it against your wrist” I laughed holding the cards up to hide it.

“Moving on” They groaned rolling their eyes, “From, Daniel H, on Instagram, ‘Did you manage to steal anything off set Y/N?”

“…” I just let out a laugh before composing myself, “Everything on that set is so expensive, so I think if I were to steal anything, I would get shot. That said… I might’ve taken a certain bracelet…if you know you know.”

“You heard it here folks, Y/N is a thief” They told the camera bringing their lips into a thin line, before looking at me and shaking their head.

“Don’t even pull that one Bella, Ellie’s converse are literally in my wardrobe from when you stole them” I pointed at them, my rings clinking together.

“Wow! Way to out me.” Bella laughed and adjusted their rolled up sleeves.

“We go down together darling.”

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“Ooo unscripted, let’s be having it, ask me anything Bella.” I challenged turning my body to face them.

“Hmm okay, I actually wanna know this one, when did you realise you weren’t heterosexual?” They asked, before moving that card to the back of the pile.

“Damn, loaded question, I honestly can’t even remember, there’s a lot of women to thank for that,” I smiled, “But I think I was about 13 and I was watching ‘Bend it like Beckham’ and I saw Kiera Knightley or Jade West… has a uh, special place in my heart”

“I’ve actually never seen that film, but I have seen her in Pirates Of The Caribbean and I don’t blame you” They laughed slightly and shrugged.

“We’ll watch it.” I told them and nodded, “Okay, okay, from Mason M on Instagram, ‘What was your favourite non action scene to shoot?’”

“Wow, I like that one, hm, maybe the weed room scene” They mumbled scratching the back of their neck and side eyeing me, to which I let out a laugh, “No no, I think….I think the farm scenes were quite fun, they were cute, or the scene where Ellie finds out Maisie is pregnant”

“Aw I liked that one too” I smiled, and bounced my knee, something I usually did in interviews due to how uncomfortable cameras made me, ironic isn’t it?

“Yeah, the ‘Don’t worry it’s not yours’ always gets me” We both laughed and mumbled to eachother, stuff the camera definitely isn’t picking up on.

“I did like the farm scenes though, especially the one where they’re dancing in the kitchen” I smiled and looked at them with a knowing look, knowing the two of us do that quite alot, randomly dancing around the kitchen to Alexa, while the other is doing something.

“Yeah, that one’s cute” Bella nodded and saw another unscripted pop up on the screen to the side of the camera.

“Unscripted.” I smiled and picked up my cards flopping through them and sighing at how none of them are exciting anymore, so I put them down and brought a hand to my bottom lip messing with it like I usually did while in thought, “See I already know everything about you, so I’m really only asking this for people watching.”

“True true”

“Okay, if the apocalypse were to break out tomorrow, who would you want with you and why?” I asked with a shrug, knowing the question wasn’t good but giving up.

“You. Probably” They squinted closing one eye as they looked at me, messing with one of their earrings.

“Really? Why?”

“Well I mean, you’re good at archery, and you’re pretty much a real life version of my character so I think my odds are better with you, plus, as corny as it sounds I don’t think I’d last without seeing you” They smiled with a shrug laying the cards face down in their lap now.

“Aw that was so cringy but I loved it. And love, you are giving me way too much credit” I laughed.

“Okay who would you not want to be with if it happened?” They asked crossing a leg over their other one resting their ankle on their knee.

“Ki, probably” I scrunched my nose up, knowing he would probably agree but still pretend to be hurt.

“Yeah, he’s not apocalypse material”

“He’s really not. If you don’t know Ki plays Jesse in the show, who is a badass yeah, but Ki is the total opposite. No hard feelings though, love you bro” I laughed as Bella did too both of us covering our smiles with the cards, “Dude cried watching Mamma Mia.”

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“Last question for both of us here. ‘When did you realise you were interested in eachother and who made the first move?’” They read it out to which I just bought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, Bella and I were quite open about our relationship, but I was an expert at showing the fans everything but nothing, never truly showing them anything other than a random photo here and there.

“When did you realise you liked me?” I asked, a question I already knew the answer to, a question I asked months ago while we were half awake in bed.

“The moment I met you” They smiled slightly eyes trained on me now, from my hair in a messy bun with curled pieces hanging down and framing my face, and falling out of the bun, to my dark green waistcoat, down to my rings and my matching trousers.

“Go on”

“We first met a day before we had to film the snowball fight scene, and we had to do that bonding thing, and you came over and introduced yourself to me with so much confidence and I remember just thinking ‘this girls so cool’ and I was just infatuated” They cringed.

“I acted confident but I was so nervous” I told the camera.

“Why were you nervous?” They asked me looking at me like I had two heads.

“Because I thought you were cute” I replied tilting my head and looking at them, their brown eyes I could get lost in every time.

“I swear I hate you sometimes” They groaned as they rubbed their cheeks to hide the smile that just wouldn’t go away from the camera.

“No you don’t” I winked and we both looked back at the camera.

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“Thanks to Moviefone for having us. I now want a McDonalds so I will meet you in the car” I told them before standing up and walking off to grab my bag from the chair behind the cameras and directors of the interview.

“I…” Bella watched me walk away leaving them on their own in front of the camera, to which they let out a laugh, “She serious?”

Once they said their goodbyes, they walked over to me shaking their head and nudging me.

A/N: Using they/them pronouns for a fan fiction is still new to me, so please bare with me, and if there’s any gendered pronouns in there please ignore them. Anyway I had this idea, that sounded better in my head but here you go none the less.

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yukidragon · 2 years ago

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Y/N's like a puppy when they're sleeping and snuggles up to their partner regardless of weather or position they fell asleep in. Jack loves it, he feels so wanted waking up being jetpacked or pulled into their chest like a teddy bear. Ian didn't like it at first but now he misses it.

Honestly? I don’t think Ian would dislike cuddling up MC in bed while they sleep. In the afterlife episode was full of a lot of physical contact, from rough housing, to hugs, to snuggly naps, to, well... sexy times. I mean, the game is for Adults Only after all.

Although, Ian might have had some issues with it, at least initially, due to his shyness.

He’s shy about a lot of things, but affection isn’t one of them at the moment.

Ian seems to need time to warm up to a person before getting physically intimate with them. That’s why I theorize that he cheated on MC with a friend he got close to at the prestigious college he attended.

Ian “You’re the only person I can see like that. Just you. Other people people are weird, and I don’t know them. But I love you. And I love doing…things with you.”

There’s also this really fantastic picture Sauce drew and posted on their (now gone) public twitter that shows Ian wanting to sleep with MC (presumably) in their bed. Forgive me for cropping it, but tumblr will smite me from on high if I shared the whole thing here.

I mean, the canon nature of this picture is dubious, but I’m pretty sure the sentiment tracks with what we’ve seen.

Since I flashed some of Sauce’s wonderful art, I’d like to direct you to the SnaccPop Studios patreon to help support them and this lovely game. Please remember not to share any of the privately posted content anywhere else. Thank you!

It is possible that Ian might not have liked sleeping cuddled up together at first, but quickly got attached to it. I’m just very dubious that’s the case. With how hard he’s still clinging to MC and depended on them, I can see Ian as the type of person to fall asleep pining to snuggle up to MC before they get together. Then he would be clinging them like a teddy bear every night once he got over his initial shyness and the intimidation of the new phase in their relationship.

I’m pretty darn sure it would be something Ian would have missed a lot when he moved out. Hell, it might even have been a factor in why he cheated. MC certainly struggled to sleep alone in their big empty bed after the breakup...

Though that isn’t to say Ian couldn’t dislike it too at times, especially when the weather is hot and close contact just makes the heat worse. Here’s a little playful exchange that just popped into my head, which I will demonstrate with my MC, Alice.

...

Ian whined as he squirmed in his girlfriend’s grip, sweat making his pajamas stick to his flushed skin. “Aliiiicceee... Knock it off. It’s too hot for this...”

Though just as hot and sweaty, Alice playfully burrowed her face into his chest as she stubbornly clung on tight. “It’s never too hot for cuddle time,” she teased, using her best ‘gremlin’ tone of voice.

Ian groaned before letting out an irritated huff. “Come onnn...” He twisted in place and set about wrestling free of Alice’s iron grip. “Don’t be a jerk. We can cuddle later.”

Alice yelped as she was flipped over, then whined, the sound more put upon than genuine as Ian pinned her down to the bed and shot her an annoyed look. “But... but cuddle time...”

“Come on... don’t be such a baby about it,” Ian huffed, looking dangerously close to pouting now.

Alice’s response to that was to suddenly arch up and lick her boyfriend’s nose.

Ian sputtered and jerked back, releasing his hold as he fell back onto his butt. “Gross! Again with the licking?!”

Alice let out a giggle. “That’s the price you pay for no cuddle time.”

Ian let out another huff as he wiped his nose with the bedsheet. He couldn’t keep up his pout for much longer, however, and soon joined in on the laughter.

After getting their giggles out, Alice gave Ian a soft smile as she watched him flop back down onto the bed beside her. “Rain check?”

A small snort of laughter escaped Ian as he smiled back fondly at Alice. “Rain check. Once this heatwave stops, then we can cuddle all you want.”

Alice’s smile widened. “I’ll hold you to that.”

...

The good moments between these two really were sweet. It’s such a shame that they couldn’t make up for all the bad ones...

You bet your ass Ian misses cuddle time with Alice, but he only has himself to blame. Maybe he’ll find someone else to snuggle up to in bed like the night he cheated on her...

As for Jack, I’m positive the man is touch starved. No matter how hot or inconvenient it might be, he would absolutely love to cuddle up with MC. Whatever position they want, I’m sure he’ll be happy to do it, no matter how uncomfortable it makes him. It would be worth it. He wants to be wanted and needed by his sunshine, and physical touch is something he obviously craves.

Of course, if MC wanted to cuddle when it’s too hot, I’m sure Jack would be concerned about them getting overheated. Fortunately, there are so many marvelous modern conveniences to cool down with. Heck, it’s not a bad idea to fudge the thermostat a bit so that it’s a little nippy in the apartment - all the better for cuddling~!

Alice is an MC who always cuddles up in bed, even while asleep. When she has no partner, her bed is full of extra pillows that she snuggles up with, and when she was a child, her mom teasingly remarked that her bed was like Noah’s Arc with how many stuffed animals she shared it with.

When Alice had her couch sleepovers with Shaun after the breakup, she snuggled up to him in her sleep as well. It definitely wasn’t good for the poor guy’s unrequited feelings, I’ll tell you that!

Naturally, Jack is going to be absolutely thrilled when he and Alice start sharing her bed. It’ll happen platonically at first of course, similar to the game. She’ll use pillows as a divider between them on the first night, knowing what she’s like when she sleeps.

It certainly would be embarrassing for Alice if that pillow was gone when she woke up, and she found herself snuggling Jack instead. Don’t worry, he wasn’t the one that moved the pillow, honest! He certainly didn’t complain about the results though~

In fact, let’s do another little scene...

...

Jack sighed as he admired his sunshine’s sleeping face. He propped his arm up so that he could see Alice better even though she was facing away from him. She looked so cute curled up around one of the pillows, her expression one of relaxed contentment. He couldn’t help but envy the pillow she clutched so close to her body. He wanted to be the one she held like that.

For a moment, Jack felt tempted to spoon Alice from behind, carefully so as not to disturb her, but he resisted the urge. He couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want, and the body pillow stretched out between them marked the distinct border between him and his sunshine.

They were just two friends sharing a bed together for company in a purely platonic way. As much as Jack wished it was more, he wouldn’t cross the clear boundaries she set. Instead, he did his best to focus on being happy about how close they had gotten since they met. His patience had brought him into her bed, and he was sure that eventually it would bring them even closer.

Just as Jack settled down to get some rest himself, he noticed Alice start to stir. He went still, hoping he didn’t wake her with his movements, and watched as she rolled over in his direction.

Alice glommed onto the pillow between them, her blind grabbing at times reaching past it to snatch Jack’s arm instead. He didn’t dare even breathe as he let her paw at him in her sleep, soon trying to pull at him more than the pillow.

After a few futile attempts to get comfortable, Alice let out a small grunt that Jack couldn’t help but find adorable. She shifted more strongly, kicking and tugging at the pillow until she got a firm hold of it to toss it behind her back. Once the barrier between them was gone, she immediately dove into him, burrowing into his chest as she wrapped her arm around his waist and hooked her leg over his.

Jack felt his heart hammering hard as Alice practically molded her body into his, fitting against him like the other half of a complete whole. He couldn’t hold back the urge to wrap his arm around her in return and help her tuck in as close to his body as possible.

It might have been just a subconscious desire of hers, but Jack couldn’t help but feel giddy. Alice wanted to cuddle up to him. She was drawn to him just as much as he was to her, and this was just further proof of the bond between them.

Finally content, Alice settled in with her warm new pillow with a soft sigh, her cheek pressed against his chest. Jack couldn’t help but feel the same way as he basked in his personal ray of sunshine until he too finally fell into a peaceful slumber.

...

I mean... can you blame sleepy Alice for ditching the pillow and going for Jack instead? Sleepy MC has good taste after all. ;)

No matter the position they fell asleep in, Alice is going to snuggle up to Jack. Even in chapter 2 of Sunshine in Hell she was trying to do that a little bit. She’s just a big cuddle bunny, and Jack couldn’t be happier about that~

I’m sure Alice is going to jetpack Jack sometimes, as well as be the little spoon, though I’m pretty sure they’re going to be cuddling face to face the majority of the time. I mean... how can she resist using his chest as a pillow? Plus they both want to hold each other close.

Of course, Alice will let Jack use her chest as a pillow too once she gets more confident about their intimacy. It’s only fair that she returns the favor after all~

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thesinglesjukebox · 9 months ago

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LIL NAS X - "J CHRIST"

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You know who ELSE hit 'em with something vi-i-ral? (No, not us. Yet.)

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Nortey Dowuona: Mark 8:30: Jesus warned them not to tell anyone about him. Todrick Hall, who slowly built up a career from performing on cruises like the Royal Caribbean and at amusement parks, went on an extensive press run to promote his Wizard of Oz themed album in 2017 and spoke about himself as a figure who could inspire young gay black boys like him. And to this day, I have never seen critical engagement with his work in any of the spaces I read criticism -- in fact, on this very website, he's been used as an example of pandering! Lil Nas X is in the same predicament. He's now pandering by reminiscing on his old glories of causing controversy: a tweeter who needs to stick to Twitter/Bluesky/Mastodon/his mama named him Twitter imma call him Twitter; a forgotten controversy of 2021 who had a song with NBA YoungBoy that even NBA's core fans don't remember; the token rapper for people who have rightly sworn off most of rap despite being a pop singer. He no longer has the grace of being given a chance to try for the pop career he so desperately wanted -- he is now already a relic. And the strange off-key pulsing added by Gestaffelstein, who previously handed KaYYCYY a grace period of Kanye-buoyed attention that evaporated when he demanded his due credit and had The Weeknd doing his best to sully their names by failing to properly dom, does not make their analog-first techniques more of a winner with a less abandoned or embarrassing figure. It Was Written, the sophomore album for Big Nas, was planned to be a hard street record with Marley Marl, but he kept putting it off, not heading out to meet, not finishing songs, hearing them on the real in the world, which led to him instead getting Steve Stoute and the Trackmasters to make him shiny pop rap that could sell. Every choice Big Nas has made has followed this format. The hopeful reading of this little anecdote is that Lil Nas will, after the flop of "J Christ" and having to apologize for the pointless, homophobic backlash, change tack and not hit us with something viral, but hit us with something good. [4]

Leah Isobel: The Lil Nas X backlash was inevitable. I wasn't big on Montero, but that album's promotional cycle did an admirable job of balancing big thematic ideas with controversy-generating stunts and sticky, immediate hooks; watching that shit happen was like watching someone tightrope walk over a lion's den. It was impossible to believe that he was doing it, and yet there he was, the "Wranglers on my boooooty" guy, parlaying Twitter standom into actual stardom. But stans are able to weaponize anonymity in order to judge without being judged (by others, at least) in return. After earning two #1s off the same album, Lil Nas definitively lost any freedom from judgment, while still using stan tactics -- hyperbole, irony, detachment, camp -- to deliver serious ideas. The public is thus split into those who don't understand his language and think his provocations are dangerous and empty (conservative Twitter), and those who do understand his language and think his provocations are boring and empty (gay Twitter). What "J Christ" indicates is that both camps are wrong. The return to "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)"'s religious iconography indicates an artistic interest in interrogating who is allowed exaltation and why; the return to "Montero (Call Me By Your Name)"'s terse, two-chord harshness and yell-sung hooks indicates an artistic palette. While I'm sure Lil Nas X knows that titling a song "J Christ" after releasing a video where he gives Satan a lap dance will cause outrage for some and eyerolls for others, I don't think he's aiming to be provocative at all, but rather to reestablish himself as an actual musician instead of a random Barb with a record deal. I hope it works out for him! The song is okay. [5]

Ian Mathers: If you were wondering whether any of us here at TSJ would need a reminder that some people may, in fact, consider this song/video offensive, I'm happy to admit to it. Not going to get into an essay on which types of references to ol' oily Josh are considered appropriate and which aren't, but certainly in the comments you can see a fair bit of motivated reasoning at work. Anyway, once again counting my blessings in terms of not having any particular baggage there, I can just appreciate that Lil Nas X continues to keep his singles compact and catchy as hell. I imagine the meta/self-aware level hits better if you like the rest of the song, too. [8]

Rachel Saywitz: Like the son of god himself, Lil Nas X is back with a not-so-VIYEEYIYEEROAAALLL mid-tier track. There’s a bit of heft to the beat that I don’t mind, but little else to grab my attention, and the verses are pretty atrocious—you can’t just make up rhymes like “eizz-ight” and “wiz-ay” without any lyrical payoff! A lot has been said about whether Lil Nas X is just milking his past reputation as an attention seeker, sacrificing quality artistry with cheap shock value. The thing is, quality artistry hasn’t exactly been his best trait, but “J Christ” and its video aren't even delivering shock value—they hint at virality but don��t actually do anything to achieve it. Also, I won’t take points off for biblical inaccuracy, but let’s be honest—most of the “celebrities” featured in the music video are not going to heaven. +1 for the much-improved choreo though! [5]

Jacob Satter: The returns on the Lil Nas X project continue to outpace expectations at near Oppy levels. Who among us in 2020 expected this kid to be even slightly relevant in the post-COVID radio landscape? Yet here we are, in a world where Montero gets two million spins a day riding a riff a beginner piano student can play with one finger. The pearl-clutcher of a video obviously represents most of the viral appeal; remove the provocative imagery and you're left with little more than a thudding bounce and a nasal whinny. But I like a thudding bounce and a nasal whinny! [6]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Bitch, be humble. [4]

Dave Moore: I will always root for Lil Nas X -- I think "Old Town Road" was world-changing, and the follow-ups showed charm and occasional brilliance. He's very good at internet. But I wonder if for all his savvy he fundamentally doesn't really know what he's doing? Here he's riffing over a "Humble"-type beat, and it's just a mess, not to say bad (he's never been bad). But I'll give him a pass, now and maybe forever. You do you, friend. [6]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: “Humble” already sounded dated by the time it came out, so it is fascinating to hear a track that—seven years on—makes it sound like it actually aged well. [3]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Sort of a reverse Streisand Effect at work here – the more he tries to give us something "viral" (geriatric phrasing, btw) the worse he is at achieving that goal. This is not just a step down from his hits but from his misses, too; the last time he tried this follow-up hit shtick he at least got Tay Keith & Take A Daytrip to produce, not Gesaffelstein doing a middling 2018 Tay Keith impression. The raps are uninspired, but they've never been too inspired – what really recedes here are all of the trappings, both musical and cultural, that allowed his 2021 run to succeed in spite of his limitations. At least give us a hook! [3]

Mark Sinker: It’s not even like I’d know if something actually was viral-as-success these days — who does know this? how do we now agree on this? — but there’s something just a bit too smug about the claim, which the jigsaw of the languid here-I-am elements of his voice and and then the beep-boop grind of the close don’t actually dispel. V-i-i-i-i-ral. Don’t say this. [5]

Andrew Karpan: I’ve always had the somewhat contrarian opinion that Lil Nas X is actually out there making music that is interesting and moving on its own terms, which is probably why I can’t relate to the criticism that he’s now simply trying too hard. “J Christ” is a song of pure pop star resentment, a refusal to engage that comes off as slight and inauthentic but nonetheless feels like the point of the larger Nas X proposition. Similarly, the riff on Mike Will’s “HUMBLE.” beat feels strangely inspired, like a carrying on of a conversation about rejecting the demands of a certain kind of performance. [7]

Katherine St. Asaph: Critics seem reluctant to consider Lil Nas X as a pop star rather than a living meme. Yes, Lil Nas X also seems a little reluctant to do so, but it's remarkable how much of the critical reception of "J Christ" treads the same topical ground as SatanicPanicTok. Isn't part of what distinguishes a music critic from a tabloid aggregator an openness to musical technique and a determination to be trolled less? Is this a delayed backlash to the pop conversation getting crashed by former Twitter stans? (If so, be realistic about where the next generation of pop stars will be coming from.) Is Lil Nas X just that good at trolling? Because he's not that bad at being a pop star. "J Christ" was produced with Black Skinhead's Gesaffelstein -- once the subject of glowing profiles about "[rejecting] bullshit and [pushing] his artistic vision forward," subsequent bullshit notwithstanding -- and has at least as expensive-sounding a sound as, say, Doja Cat. The song not only has a hook, but almost exactly the same hook as "Old Town Road," just sped up and sproingified. If anything, people should be calling this a retread! Speaking of retreads, as for the much maligned "viral" line: Kendrick Lamar's "HUMBLE," which this very much bites, contains the oft-quoted (and, unless I'm misremembering, not much maligned) line "my left stroke just went viral." It is at least somewhat plausible that Montero is deliberately referencing it, as Eminem did before him. (Then again, Lil Nas X made a TikTok exhaustively detailing every reference in "J Christ," and that isn't on it -- but then again, the TikTok only covers the video, perhaps out of a suspicion that video parodies are less likely to draw the expensive ire of the Marvin Gaye estates of the world than musical ones; and also he might be trolling.) And I like the beat. I like the hooks (but would like them out of my head at some point soon). I like the magisterial costumes and the choreography, forgiving quick cuts and all -- if Tate McRae can get plaudits for her very mid choreo, surely this should be in the conversation too? I like how Lil Nas X comes off as his own sports announcer on a stream that's 1 second behind -- is he gonna hit 'em with the high note? (Though the high note could use some more hit; it's not exactly a Mike Breen bang.) I liked Lady Gaga's "Judas," too. As a standalone song. [6]

Tim de Reuse: I am going to exclusively talk about the hook in this blurb. Fourteen notes: EDEDEDEDEDEDCA. Bouncing up and down, a nauseating ricochet, and then resolving, over and over again, slamming itself into a dour minor chord over and over. The little B-flat in the bassline adds a horrible sickly color that clashes with the playground-chant melody, giving it absolutely no foothold in the rest of the song. The effect is discomfort: the melodic equivalent of not being able to get comfortable in bed no matter how many times you turn yourself over. It is audacious in its anti-hook properties. It sounds like it desperately does not want to get stuck in your head. Indeed, the only thing I will remember about this song is how pitifully average a pitch that "high-igh" note is. [1]

Alfred Soto: The most conventional track on which Lil Nas X has ever rapped, "J Christ" demonstrates that should he have released it in 2017 it might still have crossed over. Those high notes sound like no one else's, and when he croons it still rocks me on my heels. I wouldn't want more tracks like "J Christ," but he's going for brand preservation here. [6]

Taylor Alatorre: "I don't know which will go first – rock 'n' roll or Christianity." The long arm of pop history has so elevated John Lennon's "more popular than Jesus" remark that its surrounding context has fallen into obscurity, even though the quoted sentence is the one that first made it onto a U.S. magazine cover. The full quote drives home that Lennon, more than questions of theology, was consumed with the idea of longevity – if a modest Nazarene carpenter had managed to forge an unbroken chain of recognition and influence for nearly two millennia, would the same be true of the boys who sang "Can't Buy Me Love"? In the decades after the Beatles broke up, there was Jesus Christ Superstar and Life of Brian, and "Like a Prayer" and South Park, and by 2013, the shock factor of Lennon's remark had worn off to the point that the title of Kanye West's Yeezus was one of the least controversial things about it. He released a song titled "I Am a God," listing "God" as a featured artist, and all anyone wanted to talk about was the damn croissants! So what exactly is the problem with Lil Nas X baptizing himself in the same secularized Gospel as countless creatives before him? Well, mainly it's because "J Christ" isn't actually doing that. In fact, it very purposefully isn't doing much at all other than serving as a skeletal blueprint for a self-directed music video (which, in full disclosure, I deliberately avoided watching until after this blurb was published). The song's title is not in reference to a creative resurrection, which is nowhere in evidence anyway, but instead to the fact that the world had gone 15 months without hearing any new Lil Nas X music. 15 whole months! Does that even qualify as a hiatus, much less one that's worthy of analogy to the Pascal mystery? Similarly, the awkward truncation of the Messiah's name is neither a targeted act of blasphemy nor a veiled assertion of His divinity – it's something that had to happen in order for "get the gays hype" to work. No doubt this particular juxtaposition was intentional, but as braggadocio it falls flat, because in 2024 there is no pop star on the planet who is incapable of getting at least some cohort of gays hype. As outrage bait, though, it checks the box, in an "I have read the terms and conditions" sort of way. More than anything, and in spite of its striving, surface-level brashness, "J Christ" sadly diminishes Lil Nas X into a smaller and pettier-seeming figure than ever before. While Lennon and Kanye were insecure about how their earthly legacies would measure up to the Greatest Story Ever Told, Lil Nas X seems primarily worried about how long his face will stay up on YouTube's trending page. He shrinks underneath the shadows of past provocateurs, wanting to be Kanye without wanting to be Kanye, borrowing Gesaffelstein as if expecting a yassified "Black Skinhead," then somehow not telling him to start over when he serves up this bloodless "HUMBLE." rehash. He tries to act as his own paparazzi, asking the questions he would like us to ask of him, in the same way anxious teenagers used to write anonymous questions to themselves on Tumblr. And he forgets the cardinal rule that if you mention Mariah and "high note" in the same song, you damn well better bless us with an actual, no-holds-barred high note attempt. "J Christ" is two-and-half minutes of evasion, self-negation, and fretful, aimless gesturing, all united under the theme of "except not really." It's politically motivated heresy, except not really; irreverent self-parody, except not really; a bid for hip hop royalty, except not really. A rebirth, yes, if regression counts. [0]

Will Adams: In fairness, it's hilarious to imagine if the actual second coming of Jesus Christ looked like this: reliant on old tricks, superficially flashy, nothing much to say. [4]

Edward Okulicz: "J Christ" has the sound of an artist who's looking in the rear-view mirror at his improbable peaks behind him as he drives, while simultaneously trying to draw them on a canvas. Lil Nas X excelled as a practitioner of épater, but I think the world must be so used to that that it feels like it wouldn't even have been shocking in 2004, let alone 2024. Basically, a victim of his own unapologetically ambitious, queer, ludicrous success. Maybe there's nowhere left to go? [3]

Thomas Inskeep: I suspect the harshest review one could give LNX is also the most accurate one for "J Christ": basic. [4]

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omg bff ive had a list of what states bts would be from in my notes app for months now and i love sharing it with people so here u go

- jin : florida

- off putting vibes

- doesnt even bat an eye at the mention of a hurricane

- fucking LOVES zaxbys

- yoongi : new york

- born in the BRONX FYM, he has a big black puffa jacket he wears timbs he goes to the deli and pets the bodega cat he takes the subway to work, met spiderman one time

- hoseok : california/hawaii

- hes ��🏽 personified

- absolutely knows pidgin

- namjoon : vermont/washington

- new england vibes

- went to princeton (idk where princeton is)

- jimin : upstate new york

- like in gossip girl (i’ve never seen gossip girl)

- hes got that old money rich girl vibe

- taehyung : texas or louisiana

- a southerner that wishes he wasnt one

- its all that jazz he be listening to

- kinda serves new orleans or houston

- jungkook : one of the flop states like nebraska or iowa

- you’d befriend him on like discord or twitter and then one day u realize u dont know where hes from so u ask and he says nebraska and ur like who the fuck lives in nebraska?

also im from jacksonville and you said jin is from jacksonville so basically what ur saying is me and jin are married with three kids?

first of all lemme clear this up i would NEVER say that my man is stepping out on me much less having a whole other family so lemme POP that bubble 🫶

SECOND i’m soooo glad we can agree that jin would be from florida like the off putting vibes is taking me out LOL bc that’s exactly what i was thinking like jin 100% be from a place where you’d see a headline that someone got married to a squirrel on lamppost or something wild like that

AND hawaii was literally my second choice for hobi like it really is the 🤙 he’d def be the one to have a surfer arc like that one penguin movie with shia lebeauf!!!

and louisiana was my second pick for tae too!!! like he gives gumbo and jambalaya i think its the prince naveen pipeline that was drawing me there

also why does meeting jungkook on discord seem canon like i feel like that’s how i’d meet him today id accidentally join some server and they’d be on a voice call and he’d be ranting and raving about something and i’d recognize his voice and be like jungkook? and he’d hit the OJO do i know u????

#ask #for the life of me i cannot sleep #my brain is too active #but not in the right way #like if i tried to sit down and write nothing would happen #but the second i close my eyes im yapping

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every month I'm gonna try to post reviews of three albums from years past!! this week i wrote about the best soundtrack to a television show of all time: Twin Peaks by Angelo Badalamenti!!! also feel free to follow me on rate your music and twitter <3

Twin Peaks - Angelo Badalamenti

◇ release date: Sept. 11, 1990 ◇ genres: television music, dark jazz, ambient, dream pop

One of the most fruitful collaborations in the history of film, television, and music came to be in the mid-1980s. David Lynch, fresh off the critical and commercial flop that was his Dune adaptation, was in the process of making what could’ve been considered by many to be a make-it-or-break-it film. Steady songwriter and composer Angelo Badalamenti was offered the opportunity to make the music for the film and upon hearing Badalamenti’s work, Lynch fell in love with it. The duo incorporated Julee Cruise’s angelic presence into the fold which was the cherry on top. That film was Blue Velvet, a masterpiece and one of the best films of its era. It sparked a longtime collaboration between these three, mainly Badalamenti and Lynch, that spanned multiple films, albums, and television shows. Chief among them is the soundtrack for the subversive television event, Twin Peaks.

David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti

The show is iconic for many reasons, but the music is undoubtedly what sets it so apart from everything else. It’s become a reference point. The way Badalamenti composes these songs is so unique, but hardly anything difficult to understand. He captures moods, moments, character motivations, atmosphere, pretty much everything so well. From the distinctive bassline of the “Twin Peaks Theme” to the shuffling rhythm of “Dance of the Dream Man” everything here sounds so distinct. Whenever you hear anything remotely similar to these tracks, your first thought is “Oh, that reminds me of Twin Peaks!”

Badalamenti blends elements of jazz, ambient, dream pop, and lounge music to form the sound of the show. The show’s main theme is an epic, ethereal wave masterclass. It sounds so vintage, but also absolutely timeless. It’s one of those songs you just have to close your eyes and feel. Feel every dip, every twist and turn Badalamenti takes you on. Those synths, the aforementioned incredible bassline, everything just washes over you in such a beautiful way. As does, the sinister-sounding “Laura Palmer’s Theme” that follows it. It’s a borderline drone piece, those dark ambient synths just get under your skin. It’s so unnerving in the best way possible. When the synths lift upwards and pair with that piano and build into a beautiful crescendo, it feels like you’re inches away from entering Heaven. Right after that you’re thrown back into the darkness waiting for the next uplifting moment, it’s just such a powerful piece.

The jazz elements come into play on the sneaky-sounding “Audrey’s Dance.” I love the mixing on this track. The way the synthesized vibraphone travels from channel to channel is so disorienting. Such a bold choice, it always takes me by surprise every time I hear it. It also shows his ability to capture characters in these compositions so distinctly. Even if you haven’t seen the show, listening to this track will give you a decent idea of the character of Audrey Horne. Another constant through the jazzier pieces is Badalamenti’s love for drums played with brushes. It’s such a subtle, but important choice that fits so well. Especially on the inexplicably unsettling (if you haven’t seen the show) “Dance of the Dream Man.” The way they’re lurking in the background as that tenor saxophone wails above it. It feels like something ominous is right under your nose.

Another big key to the Twin Peaks sound is singer Julee Cruise. She worked alongside Lynch and Badalamenti on Blue Velvet on the track “Mysteries of Love.” This song would later appear on her solo record Floating Into the Night, which is one of the best dream pop records of all time. It was an entire album composed and written by Lynch and Badalamenti, with the driving force being Cruise’s unique vocals. Some of the tracks from that album appear here as well. “Falling” is the vocal version of the show’s main theme and it’s remarkable. Her vocal performances are chill-inducing and Badalamenti knows how to bring out her strengths so well. “The Nightingale” had me in a chokehold the first time I heard it. It’s just arresting, so easy to get lost in. “Into the Night” sort of flew under my radar the first few times I heard it, but it’s also amazing. One of the more melodic Cruise cuts here. She would go on to feature many more times in the show, but this soundtrack only covers the first season. None of the Twin Peaks soundtracks feature the song “The World Spins” which is performed in two of the show’s most pivotal episodes. One of the many reasons why Floating Into the Night is an essential listen as well.

David Lynch, Julee Cruise, Angelo Badalamenti

I recently did another rewatch of Twin Peaks after years since initially falling in love with the show. In the time since, I’ve dove deeper into all of the styles and subgenres present on this soundtrack and this still stands as some of the finest I’ve heard in each. Cruise would feature in all three seasons of the show as well as the film, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. As would Badalamenti, though he would go a step further and provide the score to each of Lynch’s feature films up until 2001’s Mulholland Drive. The duo of Lynch and Badalamenti is one of the most effective collaborations in any medium, as is the trio including Cruise in the mix. Unfortunately, both Badalamenti and Cruise passed away over the last few years, but their music remains. Their beautiful, beautiful music that will stand the test of time and continue to suck people in decades after the fact. I can confidently say that this is the best television soundtrack of all time.

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#throwback thursday #music #rateyourmusic #music review #angelo badalamenti #david lynch #julee cruise #twin peaks

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 2 years ago

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29 April 2023 Saturday 12:44 am pt 12:45 am pt

1:08 am pt if a man doesn’t respect a woman when she says no, what is a woman supposed to do? If they have more power in some way than her? She has a lot to fear. 1:09 pmpt

1:19 pmpt

My ex bf was training to be a massage therapist. So here’s more ways incubus is choosing to mislead me. I saw this after seeing a vid of his sister Liza. And then I see this of him sobbing. I don’t know when she was born, so I don’t know if her conception lines up when my first boyfriend broke up with me. Incubus keeps trying to screw with my head. 1:22 am pt that’s soooooo not cool. And I have seen stufff online alluding to Scott’s bone saws ready video on YouTube, that they’re going to saw 🪚 open my uterus. 1:24 am pt not cool. No one should have to go thru this. I wish I was never born. Bcz all rapists are men and all men are rapists this is what the world wil always be like. 1:25 am pt

1:44 am pt 2:01 am pt finally something loaded

2:28 am pt the picture showing off the Los Angeles tattoo, the facial expression, reminds me of Brendan Lean’s Friendster default photo. The blue shirt is almost the same shade as Brendan Lean’s T-shirt in the same photo. December 6, 2021 is the post that went missing after I wrote about it here, so it seems the incubus is still reading my tumblr. 2:31 am pt the Twitter account here is something I stumbled upon I think by somehow finding another Twitter account with the name Tara. I thought of Scott’s friend Tara & Jorge, so I clicked around and somehow I found that one and thought of Scott. Maybe it’s Scott’s account? 2:33 am pt neocities is too close to geocities. Autocorrect put neocortex. Idk what that is but if it’s a part of the brain then I guess this means goodbye forever (bone 🦴 pain brain 🧠pain) 2:35 am pt I don’t want surgery. So I’m not going to get it. They would let me die on the table anyway Bcz the hospitals are too guilty to own up to what they knew. They only (left shin pain 2:36 am pt) they only want to save their own *sses. 2:37 am pt Brendan Lean also put on his Friendster his interests also include: big brother the tv show, conspiracies, and clock work orange the movie. 2:38 am pt

2:55 am pt

these are me when I was probably 4 years old? These are similar to seductive model poses. Maybe you will disagree but that’s what I remembered was in my head. 2:58 am pt. The incubus demon lord wanted me vulnerable to child rapists. My dad never touched me in any inappropriate manner. This was all the incubus’ doing. 2:59 am pt

3:07 am pt the order of the births in my family with the astrological signs, makes me think that god could be serious about renewing the apocalypse for another 2000 years or forever. Forever popped up in autocorrect when I was trying to type for. 3:09 am pt the unfortunate part for me is that means I’m dead. 3:09 am pt

3:11 am pt I didn’t really get to live the life I wanted. Only what I was addicted to. 3:12 am pt

3:49 am pt incubus kept saying “death” everytime I found an edit. I was so in denial, thinking a miracle would happen and he would stop the destruction of my (left side back stabbing pain 😖😭 right hip bone 🦴pain neck pain 3:51 am pt I don’t deserve this!) right thigh pain 3:51 am pt left shoulder 😤🥵😤🥵😤🥵😖😭😫😩 coughed) acid hot brain 🧠 butt pain 3:53 am pt) they (again! Brain 🧠) keep misleading me. 3:54 am pt

3:56 am pt I maybe got the ideas 💡 from tv 📺? Or maybe I saw mom like that. These pictures were taken in Menlo Park. 3:57 am pt 3:58 am pt

4:01 am pt when ever you see news 📰 of stuff being phased out, it usually doesn’t happen when it involves cars 🚗. That’s why everything all the dates are far in the future. It’s usually a false promise. 4:02 am pt

7:46 am pt I think 💭 the incubus flip flops 🩴 on me the same way garrido did on dugard. Similarly. But it’s more probable that any tears 😭 are faked when it is incubus 7:47 am pt

8:06 am pt stop 🛑 putting smelly smells 👃 on me incubus. I don’t want to smell like fish 🐟.

8:07 am pt no one questioned why heather hampton went to so many of incubus concerts and then took down the count? More than 200? I think 💭 the incubus s deleted me screen 📺 shot with the concert count. 8:08 am pt was it more than 300? Like 345? I guess it don’t matter Bcz I’m going to lose my legs 🦵. Which is why they’re making me smell like fish 🐠. 8:09 am pt yeah they’re mean.

8:11 am pt I feel like there’s nothing to fight for again. I’m a loser. Men will justify rape and kidnapping and trafficking/prostitution. 8:13 am pt that’s why Sierra LaMar’s “hoax” cry for help went ignored. That’s why some other guy who probably didn’t do it is paying for something he didn’t do in prison. 8:14 am pt

8:19 am pt can’t add pics again 8:20 am pt

1:26 am pt incubus is still making me sick 😖😭 woke up with tummyache. I still feel pain in my flesh and bones 🦴. Hot heat probably acid. My buyer bones seem a lot shorter compared to earlier this week. After feeling acid on my butt bones 🦴 when I sat. His story with the old man 👴 with the LA hand 🤚 gestures and Lakers symbol in the background saying forest 🌳 instead of Lakers: foe rest. Probably means I r.I.p. in the grave. Everything is hidden code /fake out meant to mislead me. Acid throat pain. 1:30 🕜 am pt brain 🧠 acid hot acid brain 🧠 pain 1:30 🕜 am pt 😖😭😫😩🥵coughing difficulty breathing 1:31 am pt

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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Breathless

Pairing: Dream / Clay x asthmatic!gn!reader

Summary: Life with a chronic illness isn’t always easy, and some days are more difficult than others, but you always manage to find yourself breathing a little easier with Clay by your side.

Warnings: tw// depiction of asthma & asthma attack

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: my second commissioned story! this work has been altered from its original form so that everyone can read it, but the plot and writing remain largely the same. this was more specific and required more research than the stories i typically write, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! <3

The smell of sanitizer and antiseptics tickled your nose as you pushed past the hospital office door, folding the piece of paper tucked in your hands into quarters. Slipping it into your pocket, you raised your chin, the paper resting comfortably next to the familiar weight of your inhaler. You stretched your arms above your head with a small groan, rolling your shoulders back as you made your way down the hall with a small bounce in your step.

Respiratory therapy may be good for you, but your favourite part was still when you got to go home.

You rubbed your hand over the patch stuck to the inside of your forearm, the tiniest hint of red colouring the ivory white cloth as you pressed your fingers gently against it. Letting out a sigh, you faced forward once more, your eyes lighting up as the waiting room came into view. Walking a little faster, you was just about to head into the waiting room when you froze, your eyes falling on the figure sitting in a chair pressed up against the wall adjacent to you.

Clay was drumming one hand against his thigh as the other scrolled leisurely through his phone, Tweet after Tweet flying by on his screen. In his ears hung a pair of earbuds, and you could see him gently bobbing his head along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to, his foot quietly tapping against the tiled hospital floor. You traced your eyes over the bridge of his nose and the crest of hair that tickled the top of his forehead, a fond warmth rushing through your chest.

He always waited for you no matter what, even if you told him not to. It didn’t matter if he had a stream planned just a few minutes after your session would wrap up or if he was in the middle of editing a video—he would drop everything to wait for you, patient and caring as always. He was just stubborn like that, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get him to swallow his pride, as much as you may try.

Blinking as you gazed at him, a thought suddenly popped into your head, a devilish ember tickling at the base of your spine. Your lips split into a sly grin, your eyes narrowing as the cogs in your head churned. Ever so slowly, you crept over to his side, just barely keeping yourself out of view until you were standing just diagonally behind him, a single step away. As quiet as a mouse, you reached your hand forward and dipped your head down beside his ear, gently tapping his shoulder. With a start, Clay jumped in his seat, his eyes shooting wide open as he whipped his head up to look at you. In a flash, he was tearing out his earbuds, his phone going slack in his hands and a bright smile tugging at his lips.

“Boo,” you whispered, waving your hand at him as your lips stretched widely across your face.

“Hey,” he said, gentle and warm as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers between his. “You done with therapy for today?”

You beamed proudly, bobbing your head. “Yep. We’re all good to go.”

The gleam in his eyes was as sweet as honey as he got to his feet, slipping his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. He tilted his head at you, and before you could ask if anything was wrong, he had raised his free hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. A second later, he was dipping his head to yours, and you shivered at the warmth of his lips pressing against your forehead while he murmured into your skin, “Perfect.”

When he pulled back, he squeezed your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles lovingly. With one last grin, the two of them began to stroll out of the waiting room and into the front hall.

“So,” he said after a moment as they turned a corner, “how did everything go, today? Did anything different happen?”

You shrugged, gesturing vaguely. “Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Got my blood oxygen level checked, did some breathing tests and exercises—” You eyed the small patch on your arm with a wistful glance. “Just the usual.”

A comfortable silence washed over them as they swung their arms together in a charmingly off-beat rhythm, occasionally brushing their sides up against one another with a small smile. Beside you, a nurse bustled past with his stethoscope bouncing around his neck and a clipboard clutched to his chest. You glanced over at him, then opened your mouth again. “What about you?” You shrunk back the tiniest bit, your fingers sheepishly twitching against his. “I hope you weren’t too bored or anything waiting up for me.”

Clay laughed, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “For you? Never.” You felt your heart stumble in your chest as he continued. “I just scrolled through Twitter for a while, then I made a tweet about the donation I’m making for my next video—you know, the one to spread chronic illness awareness.”

Leaning against his side slightly, you sighed, your head stuffed full with adoration for your boyfriend as you pressed your head into his warmth. “That’s incredible, Clay,” you murmured, squeezing his hand. “You’re incredible.”

His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile, and he squeezed your hand back. “I try my best.”

You felt your heart swell, and you resisted the urge to kiss him in front of the hospital staff right then and there. Just how lucky could you be to have someone as lovely and compassionate as Clay in your life?

Stepping into the front lobby, he gently nudged his shoulder into yours, stepping to the side to make way for another patient. The ringing of the secretary’s phone made you jolt beside him, but not once did his eyes leave your face. “I’m guessing we’re coming back the same time next week?”

You flashed a grin at him, winking sheepishly. “You know it.”

The chuckle he let out made your stomach flip, affection nipping incessantly at the back of your head. “Awesome,” he hummed, sticking his hand into his pocket. Fishing around, his mouth quirked up a moment later as he pulled out a ring of car keys, clasping his fingers around it. “Alright—let’s go.”

You blinked, your lips curling into a frown as the automatic doors parted in front of them. “Wait, I can drive us.”

He shot you a fond look, shaking his head. The sun’s warm rays cast a golden sheen to his dirty blond locks, his eyes practically glowing in the midday heat. “Nope, no can do.” He jutted his head toward the car, which sat a few yards away in the parking lot beside the hospital. “You drove us here, and now it’s my turn to drive us back.”

Something flashed in your gaze, and your tongue darted out to swipe at your lips as your fingers twitched at your side. “You say that,” you began, your hand shooting forward toward the keys in his, “but not if I get the keys fir—hey!”

A gasp flew from your lips as your hand met nothing but open air, Clay having leapt back with his arm stretched up high above his head. Stumbling back a few steps, shimmering mirth danced in his gaze as he waved the keys at you, just barely out of reach. “Too slow, baby.”

Scowling, you leapt forward yet again, your fingers desperately reaching for the keys as he simply stepped off to the side, backpedaling until a few feet stood between the two of them. The glare you shot him only seemed to egg him on as he began to twirl the silver key ring around his pointer finger playfully. He was teasing you now, you knew it, and you were not going to take any part in it.

“Clay,” you said slowly between gritted teeth.

“[Y/N],” he drawled back, a wide grin still plastered to his face.

Just then, you were bolting over to him, a small breeze biting at your face as you lunged for his hand. You could feel your lungs tighten as the warm, humid air came rushing into your chest, but you were far too focused on the glint of metal against his skin to care. Clay’s eyes went wide as his hand suddenly snapped shut around the car keys, his arm pinning itself to his back as his other hand reached out to steady you against him.

“Okay, okay,” he cried, his fingers gently pressing into the fabric of your shirt, “no running! Please.” His voice suddenly went soft, and your feet came to a grinding halt before him, your lungs heaving. “I don’t want you to stress your asthma.”

Feeling your heart batter against your rib cage, you sucked in a breath, rocking against him ever so slightly as you lifted your chin at him. “Then will you please let me drive?”

He blinked at you for a moment, a thoughtful look passing over his expression. “Hmm... should I?”

You gasped, bobbing your head eagerly, a hint of a smile gracing your lips. His tongue poked out at the corner of his mouth, and you felt a glimmer of hope spark in the pit of your stomach. Yes!

Then, he smiled, apologetic and teasing. “Still no.”

Your face fell in an instant, twisting into a pout as you sagged against his side with a whine. His grin only widened at the sight, patting your on the shoulder with a gentle nudge. “Sorry, [Y/N],” he hummed, turning on his heel to walk over to the driver’s side of the car, “but I’m not budging on this one.”

You groaned, begrudgingly dragging yourself over to the other side of the car and tugging the door open. “Ugh. You,” you said, flopping into the passenger seat with a frown and your arms crossed on top of your frontside, “are the worst.”

He let out a chuckle at your face, pushing the keys into the ignition and turning his hand with a knowing look. “Sure, sure,” he murmured, soft and low. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Despite yourself, you felt your heart flutter in your chest at the pet name, melting back into the car seat as your arms went limp over your chest. Sneaking a glance over at him, you felt warmth skitter across your face at the way his eye caught yours, loving and true. Huffing, you feigned annoyance and stuck your tongue out at him, but you couldn’t quite stop the smile from tugging at your lips, something pink and fuzzy bubbling up in the core of your chest as they pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

You were so driving next time.

You picked at the patch on your arm, your gaze focused intently as your nails carefully peeled back one of the corners. Gently grasping at the lifted flap, you tugged backward, the patch slowly peeling off until it was popping off your arm with a satisfying flick. Smiling triumphantly to yourself, you walked over to the garbage can and tossed the used patch in, relishing in the feeling of the cool air brushing over your now exposed skin. Leaning against the kitchen counter, you tugged your phone out of your pocket, swiping open your phone with a soft hum.

It had been a few days since your last respiratory therapy session, and you were feeling good. The new breathing exercises you had been suggested were working amazingly, and it almost made your feel like you didn’t need to keep your inhaler on hand every waking second.

Sucking in a deep breath, you held it in for a long moment, then exhaled, feeling the air rush out of your lungs in a single gust. It was right then that a small itch rose into the back of your throat, and you coughed just a little bit, swallowing sharply as you straightened. All of a sudden, a head popped into the kitchen doorway, golden brows knit together with worry.

“[Y/N]?”

You whirled at the sound of your name, your gaze immediately landing on Clay’s pursed lips on the opposite side of the room. “Mhm?”

He cocked his head at you, his eyes scanning you up and down for a split second before locking onto yours once more. “I heard coughing.” His eyes flashed. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, shooting him a reassuring grin. “Yeah—just choked on some spit or something. It was nothing serious.” When he only blinked at you, you firmly added, “I promise.”

Just like that, his shoulders relaxed once more, and a soft smile crept onto his face. “Alright. I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna be editing for a couple of hours.” He jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll be in the next room over if you need anything, alright?”

You grinned, sending him a playful salute. “Roger that.” Pushing back against the counter, you slipped your phone back into your pocket and strode across the kitchen over to him, stopping just a tile in front of him. “How much is it this time?”

One side of Clay’s mouth curled up into a thoughtful expression. “Well,” he began slowly, leaning against the doorframe, “I’ve got about five hours of footage and audio to cut down into about fifty minutes, so...”

He gestured vaguely with a pained expression, and you offered him a sympathetic look. “It’s a lot?” you prompted.

He let out a long sigh, weary yet sure as he bit back a wince. “It’s a lot.”

Shuffling a step closer, you reached your hand up to brush your fingers over his cheekbone, gentle and sweet. “You’ll do great,” you said quietly, your eyes curving into crescent moons alight with ardent and honest affection. “You always do.”

Clay leaned in to your warm touch, his eyelids fluttering for a moment as he let out another sigh—an enamoured one, this time. “I love you,” he whispered, sincerity seeping into every letter he breathed.

The fondness of his voice made your heart melt into a sugary sweet puddle in your chest, and you let your hand bury itself into his soft locks. “I love you, too,” you whispered back.

With a warm gaze that made your insides tingle, Clay was dipping his head, and you let your eyelids fall shut as you let your mouth part ever so slightly. A second later, his lips were pressed against yours, plush and loving as you felt yourself smiling into the kiss, his hot breath tickling the side of your cheek. Just a moment later, they broke apart, warm air rushing into your lungs as you flashed him a bright grin.

“Go ahead, now,” you murmured, nudging his shin with your foot. “You’ve got lots of footage to sift through.”

Standing up straight again, he rolled his eyes as he turned on his heel with a dramatic groan. “Why did you have to remind me?” he cried over his shoulder.

You could only laugh in return, waving at him with a jesting bow and grinning at the way he pretended to be offended. You watched as he slunk into the next room over down the hall, pushing the door shut behind him with his arm. With a hint of a smile lining your lips, you hummed to yourself before strolling out of the kitchen and into the living room. Flopping onto the couch with a huff, you settled back against the cushions with a comforted exhale and pulled out your phone once more. You relished in quiet moments like these, even if you would much rather be spending them with Clay. Maybe you would make him a snack or something, just to help him ease up on all his editing.

You had only been sitting for a few minutes when you felt a familiar itch gnaw at the base of your neck once more, and you ducked your head into your elbow to let out a harsh cough. Your chest felt tighter than it usually did, and you furrowed your brows. You had been breathing just fine less than an hour ago. What in the world could be possibly changing that?

As another cough welled up in your mouth, you turned your head, sweeping your gaze across the room. Just as you began sucking in yet another burning breath, a flash of cerulean blue caught your eye, and you froze, your jaw going completely slack.

The window was open.

Everyone had their own asthma triggers, whether it was a cat allergy or some nasty pollution. But for you, having so much as an open window could be more than enough to send your body spiralling into overdrive and straight into an asthma attack.

And by the looks of it, your body was doing just that.

Your lungs felt tight—too tight, almost as if a boa constrictor had snaked up your spine and wrapped around them, constricting them until they were nothing more than two, tiny, trembling slivers in your chest. You let out a choked gasp, then desperately tried to breathe in, only to feel your lungs screaming in protest within the cavity of your chest, fuzzy pain swimming throughout the entirety of your body. your windpipe felt like it had been squeezed into the size of a straw, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you began wheezing. With a hammering heart, you stumbled to your feet, your hand reaching for your pocket with a shuddering cough. Patting against your thigh, you suddenly seized up when you felt nothing pressing up against your palm. That was when it hit you.

You had left your inhaler upstairs in the bedroom, back when you were feeling better than ever just a couple of hours prior.

You half wanted to cry out of both amazement and agony—how ironic was it that you would have an asthma attack the one time you didn’t have your inhaler on you?

You could practically hear the blood rushing through your ears as you took a shaky step forward, holding yourself upright as much as possible as you tried to remain calm. Or, as calm as you could when you couldn’t breathe. It would take too long for you to go all the way upstairs and grab your inhaler—there was simply no way you would even be able to make it that far.

Luckily for you, you knew just where to find another one.

Striding as quickly and steadily as you could on your shaking legs, you pressed your way out of the living room and down the hall, breathing as deeply as possible despite just how narrow your airway felt. You coughed again, the inferno ripping through your lungs like a raging beast as you grasped at the wall for support. It was like someone had sat on your chest, pressing down like an iron anvil slamming into the earth from a cliff.

It hurt.

You could feel the back of your eyes sting more and more with each desperate gasp for air you took, and your entire body felt like it was about to collapse beneath your . You nearly sank with relief when you finally reached Clay’s door, your knees buckling like a newborn fawn’s. With a muffled choke, you wrapped your hand around the door handle and twisted it, pulling it back as hard as you could. The door slammed into the opposite wall with a reverberating thud, shaking the floor with a low creak.

In front of his desk, Clay jolted at the sudden sound, ripping off his headphones as he spun around in his chair to face you. “[Y/N]?” he said, confusion clouding his face. “What’s wro—”

You cut him off with another cough, the flames licking at your throat with a burning vengeance as you frantically gestured toward your neck. An instant later, you were sinking to the ground, wheezing for dear life. That was all it took for Clay to come barrelling out of his desk chair and across the room to your side, one hand already digging itself into his pocket.

“Oh, crap, okay,” he rambled in a panicked rush, pulling an inhaler out of his pocket. “[Y/N], please look at me. I’ve got a rescue inhaler here.”

Forcing your head up to meet his frenetic gaze, you could feel tears brim along your lashes, opening your mouth for him. Not even a split second later, he was gently pushing the inhaler past your lips, one hand carefully gripping the plastic while the other reached for your hand.

With a quivering voice, he slipped your hand into his. “Ready, set, breathe, baby.”

He pressed down on the top of the inhaler, and immediately, you were sucking in a harsh, aching breath. Almost instantaneously, you felt a cool mist of medication spray against the back of your mouth, your throat relaxing the tiniest bit as you exhaled. A few seconds later, he was pressing down again, and you were inhaling as much as you could. For a few minutes, they stayed like that, your hand squeezing his as tightly as possible as you took breath after agonizing breath, your lungs working beyond belief. You weren't keeping track of how much time had passed, focusing only on the simple act of breathing and the feeling of your lungs slowly expanding in your chest. Every so often, you let out a tiny whimper, and he would reassuringly squeeze your hand in his, his emerald eyes filled with an intensity you rarely got to see.

At long last, you tapped thrice at Clay’s hand wrapped around yours, and in a flash, he was pulling the inhaler from your lips and letting it rest in his lap, his eyes desperately scanning your face. Your chest felt like it had just been unraveled from a wound-up ball, and you leaned forward the tiniest bit, your palm pressing against the ground to stabilize yourself.

“Clay,” you whispered, your throat feeling raw and your voice coming out with a slight rasp.

His name was only about halfway out of your mouth when he was wrapping his arms around your shoulders, the warmth of his hands soaking into your skin. “[Y/N], are—are you okay? Does your chest hurt? Does it still hurt when you breathe?”

You took in a staggering breath. Then two, then three. After a few long seconds, you lifted your head, flashing him a brighter, calmer smile. “I—I’m okay. Y-Yeah, I’m—” You cleared your sore throat, not missing the way his eyes flashed with concern. “I’m alright.”

His palms were still tense next to your arm. “Are you absolutely sure?”

You reached a hand up to grab one of his, gently prying his fingers into yours with a soft promise. “One hundred percent.”

His eyes focused on yours for a moment longer, then he was sagging with relief, his shoulders finally slumping. “Good. Really good. That’s great, honestly.”

You laughed at his reaction, your heart only just slightly trembling between your aching lungs. “Thank god it’s over. Just, woah, um,” you rambled, your words coming out in a hazy rush. “That was—holy crap, that was so… so...”

He raised his hand, and you suddenly fell silent as he warmly patted your side. “Slow down a bit, baby,” he said gently, his brows sloping downward. “I don’t want your lungs acting up on us, again.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut for a second before whispering, “That was so scary.”

Just like that, his face was flooded with compassion, and he brushed his thumb over your cheek with a soft croon. “It was. It’s been a while since you last had an attack.” You melted against him, soaking in his every word. “Do you know what triggered it, this time?”

You paused, furrowing your brows before cocking your head. “I, um, there was an open window. In the living room.”

Clay blinked at your . Then, his expression slowly shifted to one of realization, the horror creeping onto his face like a stalking beast. “Oh, god,” he breathed. “I—I opened it when we got home from grocery shopping today. I just thought... it might be nice to have some fresh air, and—” He ran a hand through his hair, anxiety flicking at his head. “I wasn’t thinking. [Y/N], I’m sorry. That was terrible of me, I—”

His voice cracked brokenly as he dropped his head, and you were immediately throwing your arms around him, climbing forward and into his lap with a soothing tone. “No, no, no, Clay, no. Don’t say that.” You pressed your hands to his face and lifted his chin until he was looking at you again with wide, ashamed eyes. “You’re so good to me,” you whispered, “so wonderful in every way. If you didn’t have an inhaler on you, we would have had to call 911, and—”

You shook your head, your lips curving up into a gentle smile as you leaned forward to press your forehead to his. “Clay, you’re the best. Really, I mean it. Don’t think so poorly of yourself.”

For a minute, all was silent. Clay’s lips were parted with what looked like a mixture of awe and admiration, and you watched with surprise as he suddenly tugged you closer to his chest, your chin resting upon his shoulder as he squeezed you tightly. You could feel his breath tickle your ear as he whispered the softest of words into the quietness of the room. “God, I’m just glad you’re safe.” He brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “You’re too important for me to lose.”

You gulped, your heart somersaulting through your chest and barrelling right through your lungs. You could feel your eyes water the tiniest bit as he rubbed a small circle into the curve of your waist, and you smiled as he nestled your head into the side of his neck.

He always managed to take your breath away in the best way possible.

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randombubblegum · 3 years ago

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as much as i hate looking back and being like “omg awsten planned it the whole time” (bc tbh i am Tired of awsten and his schemes please just give me the product i’m gonna pay for) i do think the whole “deleting friendly reminder” thing was a total plan and he still has it somewhere. obviously bc he posted demos from it?? like it was never actually deleted. but with the theme of fandom being “the strangest dream of all” and middle/end of GH (idk where ice bath falls on the track list) being where he “wakes up” it would make sense that we’d revert back to friendly reminder era. not saying we’re getting those demos as real songs (altho i would love that) but just music like that you know? i also think it would be a way for awsten to crawl back to pop punk with his tail between his legs and play it off as “it was always the plan to do this obviously if fandom and GH were wild dreams they’re gonna sound crazy and different.” like i know and you know that’s not what happened, GH’s tik tok bait flopped, but i can see everyone on twitter being like “ommgggg GENIUS king shit he plans every move” yadda yadda. i kinda like the idea bc whatever it takes to get us back to old awsten, if we need to pretend the last two albums were fever dreams then fine.

this has just been my theory since the whole “GH was a nighttime album and parx5 is a day time album” and “ice bath being the wake up moment” but it’s a theory im clinging to out of pure hope lol

ya im totally in agreement with u here. although honestly i DO think he fully scrapped friendly reminder BECAUSE he released the demo versions yknow? like ya he definitely did not delete the album files, obvi. i think he said he deleted everything but the finished mastered tracks which presumably is what we got on the demo album. but i dont think hes ever gonna polish up the demo tracks weve had for 3 years at that point to release as “new songs” because even for him that would be desperate and pathetic…… which is like sad bc the demo songs are leagues better than anything on gh LMAO

i TOTALLY agree with you that i am sicklkk to bastard death of this “awsten had the WHOLE THING planned out years in advance!” like no. he did not. he does plan things and drop hints but theyre never as solid and concrete as people up his ass want to make them out to be LMAO like more often than not he just tailors stuff to reference things in the past and not the other way around, which is like fine, or else his “hints” are so vague and irrelevant as to be throwaways. like the phrase “next greatest hits” hidden in the fandom booklet…. that literally means nothing!!!!! and it could so easily be discarded and ignored to fade away forever if he decided g WASNT greatest hits lol

but anyway ya, u know and i know that gh flopped and his tiktok virality bait failed completely and he is SCRAMBLING to make up for it. hence crawling back to pop punk (and maybe hopeless records) w his tail between his legs…….. i can totally see him pulling something like that but honestly id be shocked if he ACTUALLY made reference to “we are doing friendly reminder again” bc that would fly in the face of his whole “NEVER GO BACK NOSTALGIA IS POISON FOR ART” uppity bullshit lol. and honestly with what weve heard of funeral grey it doesnt aound anything like friendly reminder (in a bad way…) so i dont have a ton of hope…… but i wish he would ☹️ regardless no matter what he does ppl are gonna look for ways to go “omgggg genius king of planning 🥺” even tho hes flying by the seat of his pants here

#this got so long #what was i trying to say. oh ya JUSTICE FOR FRIENDLY REMINDER AND THE DEMOS #mail time!#neg

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lucy90712 · 3 years ago

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Dream- face reveal

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Warnings: use of dreams real name

~ I have been friends with this guy on the internet Dream for about 5 years now, we talk all the time but we have never met in person and I have never seen his face. He doesn't show his face on the internet and I've never asked so it just never happened, he knows what I look like all too well because I like sending him stupid selfies and we FaceTime in the middle of the night all the time.

We have been trying to meet in person for years but things keep getting in the way and changing our plans first family issues, then a hurricane and then a whole pandemic. Despite all of this we have finally set a date to meet which is not going to change not for anything or anyone. It's going to be a big day or should I say month, as insane as it sounds I'm going to move in with Dream and Sapnap one of our other friends for a little while to really make this trip worth it even if it only lasts that long.

The process has been difficult because for me to get to Florida I need to get a plane which requires me to get tested before I fly and for my own piece of mind I have been strictly quarantining for the past two weeks but its finally here. I fly out tomorrow morning. I went and got tested yesterday and got my negative result today which I need to get on the plane.

I've been packing all day today because to be there for a month I need a bunch of my set up and cameras so that my content doesn't just stop but then I also need clothes and I can't seem to get both things to fit quite right.

At one point my phone started ringing but there was a mountain of stuff everywhere so I had to dig around to find it and when I did I saw that it was a FaceTime call from Dream, I picked up and immediately put my phone down to get on with my 5th attempt at packing.

"Yo hows it going?" Dream asked

"I'd say pretty average right now I'm super excited for tomorrow but my bag is giving me a hell of a fight" I replied

"Prop your phone up and I'll try and help" he said

I did as I was told and got my small tripod to rest my phone in where you could see what I was looking at. Honestly it was a mess and I was kind of embarrassed but Dream didn't need to know that and besides my face wasn't in frame so he couldn't see how embarrassed I was. I attempted putting everything in a slightly different way to last time which seemed to work until it came to fitting in my tripod and my wash bag of which there was no room for.

"Fuck sake I thought I had it then" I raged slightly

"Ok take out the webcam and forget about the tripod because I have ones that you can use and then try because I think that should give you enough room" he said

"Hell yeah thanks dream" I said after zipping up the suitcase

I flopped back on the floor tired from the minimal amounts of effort I had put in today which just shows how incredibly unfit I am. I recovered before getting up and moving my phone to my desk where I sat to talk to Dream.

We talked for a while until Sapnap came in and I talked to him for a little while, he's been living with Dream for a few months so he warned me about a few things like you don't wake Dream up which I took note of and he told me that Dream will just come and sit in your stream. Eventually they had to leave so I was left on my own to just kind of chill until it was an acceptable time to go to sleep.

Skip to the morning

I woke up at 5am when my alarm went off, I have a love hate relationship with my alarm because I only ever use it when I have something going on which is exciting but the sound makes me want to throw my phone out the window. Despite my annoyance I got up and went straight to the bathroom to shower and get dressed, I thought about wearing something nice but then I realised I had a 5 hour flight and I couldn't bare the thought of being sat down for that long not in comfy clothes. My comfy outfit consisted of leggings and one of my ex boyfriends hoodies because I never gave it back and I'm over it enough to just wear the hoodie whenever I want.

At just before 6 I got in my Uber to head to the airport seeing as my flight was at around 8 it would be wise to get there early. I wasn't sure how busy the airport would be seeing as you aren't meant to travel but I don't think I've ever seen an airport that wasn't busy.

I made it to the airport and as I assumed it wasn't heaving but there was still a fair amount of people around. I made my way through the crowds and checked in for my flight before heading through security and then making it to the main part of the airport. That part was less busy as there is more space for people to spread out into which made me much less anxious about people being too close. I had a little while to wait for my flight so I went and got some food because I haven't eaten today, and I don't want to end up with a headache.

When it was time for my flight to board I went to the gate and got straight into my seat watching as more people boarded but not as many as I expected, it was clear that all of the people on the flight had a good reason to be going to Florida and not just going on holiday and no one was sat together so all rules were being adhered to.

My flight landed 5 hours later and everyone filed off the plane going there own way leaving me kind of lost in a place that I wasn't used to and with the anxiety of going to meet Dream for the first time. I had a bit longer to wait because I had to get an Uber to the house even though dream offered to come and pick me up I told him not to because the less people at the airport the better and just incase people recognised me I didn't want him to accidentally face reveal.

I collected my suitcase and went straight out to the car park to get in my uber who was waiting just outside the doors in the designated area for taxis. As soon as I got in the car I text Dream letting him know I was on my way and sharing my location just in case things went south.

My uber stopped outside this one house and I got out walking up the drive taking in the house number to make sure I was at the right place which I was. Thats when the nerves really kicked in, I was about to meet one of my best friends in person for the first time. This is so insane to think that after all there years we get to do all the stupid things friends do.

I got to the door and rang the doorbell waiting the few excruciating seconds before I heard movement behind it indicating that there was someone there. It opened slowly and the first person I saw was sapnap who of course I was excited to see but we have talked properly on FaceTime before so I already know what he looks like.

Next another person popped up behind pushing sapnap out the way and giving me a hug straight away I knew it had to be dream but he ran over so quick that I didn't get to take in anything other than the fact he was hugging me. He pulled away and I got to look at his face, he looked pretty much exactly how I thought he would from the descriptions I have heard. As much as wavy length doesn't sound like a thing it somehow fit his hair and his eyes were also super green, he was definitely taller than I expected though this man towered over me like it was nothing and could definitely push me to the ground in a second but he looked kind just how you want a friend to be.

After a few minutes of freaking out that this was actually happening they let me inside and gave me a tour of the house showing me my room and the set up they had put together for me with a webcam and tripod just like dream said. They finished off the tour before I was made to sit and play whatever game they wanted with them.

We played an assortment of games for hours on end before we ordered food for dinner which we ate all chilling on the sofa. I almost forgot that my followers didn't know I was here but when I remembered I stole patches from dream and got him to take a picture of me with her to post on twitter and Instagram because people would get it without me having to explain. Not much of a grand reveal considering Sapnap did the same when he got here but I didn't really have any other ideas I mean its not like I can just do dream's face reveal for him with a picture on my twitter can I. The response to my tweet was insane within minutes people had got it trending and they were freaking out with all sorts of theories of if I'd officially moved in or if I was just visiting although both were kind of right.

Having spent a few hours here now I feel very at home they boys are really welcoming making sure I'm all good and not too tired after my flight which of course I am but sleep is for the weak so I'll wait. I have been told to call the two of them by their real names unless its on stream which feels kind of odd because I'm use to calling them what their know by despite knowing their real names the whole time. They have given me a nickname which I now go by to make it fair.

It was sad when the day came to an end when we all decided it was best to get some sleep even though I think their going to stay up and they said it for my own sake because I've been yawning non stop for the past 2 hours but either way I'm going to go to sleep and this day (one of the best days of my life) will become that of a memory.

Although I don't think this day could have gone any better its consisted of everything I've ever wanted to have in a friend but none of my friends back home if you can call them friends are into the same things as me so it never works out. Now I have two friends who share the same interests and have the same god awful sleep schedule so we can stay up messing around together if we want to which is what life as a 20 year old should be like. Fun.

#dream x reader #dream #mcyt #dsmp #dream team

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imagintheworldaway · 4 years ago

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Secrets

Anonymous asked: Could you do one of Harry and fem. reader where she’s also a big youtuber, she’s secretly dating Harry and goes with him all the time to the sidemen shoots to just help around BTS and is also spends time with Harry just talking to him, cuddling or just checking up on him and the fans see her in the background of someone’s ig story and freak out cause they find out that they’re dating? Hopefully that made somewhat of a sense. Thanks!

A/N I hope I got this right! it was so fun to write something more cuddly! I'm still accepting requests!

Being a YouTuber was not part of my plan. Succeeding and becoming the most subscribed to female YouTuber from the UK was defiantly not part of the plan. Finding the love of my life at such a young age who also shared my passion and love for the community was just a huge bonus that came with my life style.

My relationship with Harry had been going on for just under 18 months, all of our friends knew but we had yet to tell our fans, following in JJ’s footsteps and wishing to keep out private lives more of a secret. Well our love lives at least. We relished in our moments together, secret pictures, holidays we took to small islands and unknown places just to spend time together. We had been so careful and thus far it had all paid off for us.

I was helping with the new Sidemen Sunday video, the price is correct or what ever they decide to call it. we were on set and I was just there to help around with all the little bits since their assistant was off sick. Plus it was a prime excuse to spend time with Harry.

“Y/N can you grab me a bottle of water?” Vik asked from on set whilst the cameras weren’t rolling. “Yes boss” I said saluting him, grabbing a water and bringing it on set. “You know what, I’m not surprised your assistant is sick of you” I giggled as I handed over the water. “We’re not that bad, could be getting you to run around like a head less chicken but think bog would kill us” Ethan commented earning a laugh from Harry.

“Awe how sweet” I smiled moving so I was on the other side of Harrys podium.”so glad you’re protecting me from these big mean men” I teased at my boyfriend, causing a light blush to grace his cheeks. “Yh well, need to protect you, you seen these lads? They’re mental, and that’s when they’re sober” Harry commented waving his arms around gesturing at the lads causing me to giggle. “You’re so silly” I smiled at my boyfriend as I leant on his podium a little looking at the shot glass and grabbing the white board pen, drawing a tiny heart in the corner of his board.

Harry pouted at the drawing “I’m going to have to rub that out now, or everyone will think I’ve gone soppy” he grabbed the white board eraser and removed my drawing. “There’s nothing wrong with being soppy with your girlfriend” I shot back at him. “5 minutes guys” Kon shouted from behind the cameras. “Best go back to being your assisted Mr Lewis” I wiggled my eyebrows at my boyfriend. “Well I need you to come here” Harry said his hands on the edge of the podium. I leant on the structure as Harry leant down and gave me a kiss. “I hope you don’t treat all of your assistants like that” I teased him, straightening the hood of his jumper out so it wasn’t all clumped up. “Only the fit ones” he smiled at me. “30 seconds, Y/N off set” Kon called.

I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he pouted at me, quickly turning that pout into a smile as the signal for the cameras to turn on was given. The shoot went really well with Harry winning an array of items but ultimately loosing out on the big prize of going to Dubai. I watched the whole thing, with crew phones not being allowed on set I didn’t have much more to do, but it was entertaining.

I walked up to the boys as time was called. “We are not keeping that pig” I laughed as I got a frown from harry. “Its so ugly babe, plus it won’t fit in your apartment” I commented looking the structure up and down. “That’s why he’s staying at yours” Harry smiled at me. I shook my head giggling at him , there was no way that thing was even coming close to my house.

We bid farewell to all of the guys and made our way back to my apartment as it was ironically closer to the studio than Harry and Cals place. As soon as we were back at mine I finally turned on my phone as Harry flopped down on my sofa reaching out for me. I giggled and straddled his legs, nuzzling into his neck until I heard my phone go off furiously with all my missed notifications. I tried to ignore the constant buzzing by snuggling deeper into Harrys chest, his arms wrapped my waist and his fingers playing with the end of my hair. After around 15 minutes of trying to just relax with Harry and my phone still not giving up I decided to lean up and grab my device. Earning a groan from Harry as the warmth of my body was no longer leaning on him. I was met with texts from Talia, Gee, Elz, Freya and mentions from fans about Simons instagram story. I leant up further so that I was sitting on Harrys lap and furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s on Simons story?” I questioned and after a second of though ultimately receiving a shrug from my boyfriend. I cocked my head, a sign to elaborate. “My phone died when we got to the studio I have no clue, just come back and lets nap” he whined for my touch. I rolled my eyes and went onto Simons instagram. After clicking through a few stories I saw one from the shoot today and quite clearly in the background see me leaning on Harrys podium with him leaning down and kissing me. I gasped at the story and instantly spun my phone around for Harry to see. He leant up onto his elbows and squinted at the photo before his eyes went wide realising the image he was seeing. It was obviously me as you could see my hair and figure quite clearly, even if I was only in my comfy clothes on set today, my fans know me too well.

“We were so careful” I whispered feeling so defeated that such a simple mistake by an unknowing friend was the grand reveal of our relationship. “Bloody Simon” Harry said through gritted teeth, reaching for his charging phone and I can only presume he was about to chew out his friend. “Hey babe, it’s ok” I said grabbing Harrys face so that he was looking at me and not focusing on his phone. “Well looks like our secrets out” Harry whispered looking back at me with eyes that said ‘I’m so sorry, my mates are idiots’. “Best confirm It then I guess?” I suggested smirking at Harry, there was no way of us avoiding this now, this comment received a nod from Harry. He sat up with me still straddling his chest. I took a screenshot of Simons story and zoomed in on Harry and I. I popped it on my instagram story with the caption ‘secrets out I guess thanks @miniminter ;)’. Then I took a cute selfie of Harry and I in our current positions on the sofa and added that to my story, tagging him and adding little love heart emojis to the picture. Soon floods of messages came in from twitter, instagram and even reddit with people claiming they knew all along and how they were happy for us.

“At least we can go out in public properly together, I finally get to show off my gorgeous girlfriend to the world” Harry smirked at me rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

“Looks like we are the new it couple now” I smiled at harry showing him the positive reaction we were getting. “Oo I can do so many more videos now, thanks for the new content” I giggled at him before he engulfed me in a hug, smashing our lips together shutting me up. “God I love you”

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years ago

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Kinktober #5: Pretty Please? - Hawks

In which you and Keigo coin a few new petnames for one another.

Characters: Takami Keigo (Hawks) / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!), daddy kink, dom!Hawks, vaginal sex, a touch of begging, inappropriate use of gen Z social media apps

Notes: This man is getting dangerously close to the top of my simp list. It’s really becoming an issue. Today’s prompt is ‘Daddy Kink.’ Also, I didn’t come up with ‘kid’ as a nickname that Hawks uses... if u know, u know

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“How long have you been here?”

Keigo’s voice echoes in the hallway of his little apartment soon after you hear the jingle of his keys in the lock. While it certainly isn’t your first time coming to his place without him, you’re still not quite used to the appearance of that silvery little key dangling from your key ring.

Nor are you used to hanging around the place by yourself. You spent the morning in a coffee shop around the corner, working away- popping by the agency to see Keigo over lunch. He’d told you to come back here if you needed somewhere quiet to work- bonus points, since you’d be here waiting when he got home.

“Came straight after lunch,” you call absently. Your eyes are glued to the screen as you finish your thought, typing out your last email of the day. As soon as you hit send you snap the laptop shut, pushing it gently across the kitchen counter while climbing out of your chair.

“Hi,” you purr, catching up to him in the hallway. You grab his hand and he pauses, leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulls back, he’s got a lazy smirk drawn across his mouth.

“How you been, kid? Sure feels good comin’ home to you at the end of the day.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you tease, pushing your shoulder against his. You lean down and nuzzle his jaw, letting your cheek scrape against his scruff. “I’m a strong, independent woman.”

“Which is exactly why I love you,” he replies. He grabs your chin and pulls your mouth back to his, catching it in a kiss that would have surprised you with its tenderness, if you didn’t know him so well.

When you first met, he played the Cheshire Cat role eagerly. Smirking at you, pulling lines on you, making you think he was the laid-back hero that everybody knew him as. But the more time you spend with him, the more he opens up. The more he lets himself be vulnerable to you. And you him. You’d never meant to let him in so easily, but…

Here you are.

You flop down on the couch together, Keigo leaning against one arm while you keep your head cradled in his lap. He’s happy to fold his wings over the back of the couch and absently stroke your hair while you catch up a little. It’s only been a few hours since you’ve last seen one another, so you settle quickly into comfortable silence.

That’s when you open your phone, idly opening Tik Tok and starting to scroll. Every so often you come across a video related to Hawks. He’s got a lot of fans out there- and a lot of fangirls, too. You don’t mind, though. Sometimes they get a little too personal, however, and you like to scroll.

This time around, you don’t scroll fast enough.

You don’t catch the whole video, but it’s a clip of Keigo that somebody took on their phone. Suddenly, the audio cuts out and it’s interrupted by the sound of a female voice, moaning more obscenely than you could ever hope to.

“Daddy,” it mewls, and you scroll so fast the phone almost topples out of your fingers.

Frozen, you pull your eyes carefully up to meet the gaze of your boyfriend. He definitely heard. And while he knows that Tik Tok can pull up some random videos at times, you can see the flush spreading across his cheeks.

He shifts a little underneath you, hand paused on top of your head. He clears his throat.

“What was that?”

You consider your next words carefully.

“…A video.”

He swallows hard and licks his lips.

“What kind of video?”

Suddenly, it hits you. You have the reins. You realize exactly what’s going through his head. And the next time you look up at him, it’s with a wicked smirk stretching your lips.

“Why do you want to know?” You ask, and your voice has taken on the low sort of drawl that makes him shift again underneath you. “Don’t tell me you like the sound of that… Daddy.”

You feel the barest vibration in his chest as a tiny groan escapes him. He doesn’t move, but you can see the way his wings bristle, the joints stiffening a little as his feathers spread. Your stomach jolts excitedly.

“Don’t call me that,” he grunts, but you know he doesn’t mean it.

The two of you are far from vanilla most nights. You’re definitely up for a little experimentation. And pet names flow between you like water. But this feels… different. This feels controversial.

Oh, fuck. You’re into it, too.

“You do.” You scramble into a sitting position, swinging one knee over his thighs. He looks up at you with a pair of lidded tawny eyes, his jaw drawn slack in an expression that spells sheer arousal to you. You know that face well, and it makes your body ache.

“Do you want me to call you Daddy from now on?” You’re not letting up, and as you lean forward, his hands find your hips. They squeeze. Hard. His wings fan a gentle breeze over your face, and you love the way his breath hitches in your ear.

“Fuck, stop,” he groans. It’s more desperate this time, and as his hips keen against yours you can tell just how hard this is hitting him. He’s half-hard already, straining against the thick denim between you.

“Maybe now’s the time to tell you,” you whisper, “how bad I’ve wanted you all day, Daddy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all afternoon. I even thought about ducking into your room before-”

That breaks him, and he snatches your hips and stands abruptly. He’s strong enough to carry you easily, and he lifts your thighs securely around his hips before beelining for the bedroom.

When you get there, instead of being spread on your back like the pillow princess he’ll normally let you pretend to be, he pushes you face-down into the pillows, letting your hips hang off the edge of his wide bed. He bends close, his chest brushing the column of your spine as his jaw brushes your ear.

“You brought this on yourself, kid,” he gruffs. He’s already working your sweater up your back. You lift your torso enough for him to wedge it off of you, but he doesn’t wait for you to do the same before he’s peeling your leggings down your thighs and taking your thong with it. The second your ass is bare he brings his palm down across it with a resounding snap.

“Kei-” you start to gasp, but he quickly silences you with another spank that draws a yelp from your throat.

“You started this,” he grunts, “you’re gonna finish it. What’s that you were gonna call me?”

You suck in a shaky breath and let your eyes flutter shut. You deserve this. You want it. All you have to do is take the plunge. The rest will follow. That breath you drew before gets held for a moment. And then you jump.

“Daddy,” you whimper, throwing an extra edge of desperation into it, “don’t tease me.”

“Shit, kid,” he grunts. His belt jingles as he gets his pants undone, and you hear them hit the floor. A breeze from his wings and another pile of fabric hitting the carpet determines that he’s naked now. He’s left your leggings partially on, though, keeping your legs pressed tightly together at the knees.

He knows what he’s doing.

When he steps up behind you again it’s with the warm presence of his bare skin on yours, and you feel the brush of his hand against the back of your thigh, gentle and rhythmic. He’s stroking his cock and you want more than anything to turn your head and sneak a peek, but you know that doesn’t fit into the game you’re playing.

“You ready for me, sweetness?”

He slips a hand between your legs, drawing his thumb along your slit and making you shiver. You could use a little more time, but you’re wet already. He drags his slick thumb down to the swell of your clit and circles it. The tender nerves are already pinched between your thighs, and the sensation is enough to make your hips buck harshly back against him.

Your ass connects with his thighs and he steps back a little, chuckling as he lays one hand in the small of your back to steady you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted something,” he drawls, continuing to circle your clit with that lazy thumb. It’s making your toes curl against the wood floor as stars explode behind your eyelids.

He leans in close. “Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

“You know what it is,” you choke, because it won’t be any fun at all if you fold right away.

“I know,” he quips, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “I just wanna hear you say it.” He draws his thumb across your clit in a sudden swipe, making your whole body jump. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you plead, and he chuckles so low and feral it sends vibrations up your spine. He shifts forward again, hand still pushing you into the mattress. His thumb leaves your clit, but it’s soon replaced by the head of his cock, pressing flush against your slick pussy. You can feel it now that he’s touching you- you’re soaked.

“Now how am I s’posed to say no, baby, when you ask so- ah- nicely?”

His voice breaks as he pushes in, and your whine comes in sync with it. You’re always amazed at how perfectly the two of you seem to fit together. There’s a stretch, but no pain. There’s never been pain. And on top of that, the thirsty Twitter accounts are right.

Your man knows how to fuck.

He bottoms out inside you, sliding a palm to your ass, and lets out a breathy groan. But he’s grinning. You can tell. It’s been a long day for both of you.

For a man who talks so much during foreplay he’s relatively quiet- or, wordless, at least. There’s nothing quiet about the way he grunts as he draws himself back and pumps slowly into you again. He’s testing the waters, but with your thighs pressed together the way they are you’re even tighter than usual.

“Not gonna last long,” he warns headily, and that’s the last thing you hear before he starts to fuck you properly and all your senses go haywire.

When you swim back to the surface, the only sounds in the room are your mingled, laboured breathing, and the rhythmic slap slap slap of his thighs against your ass. There’s something about the angle he’s taking you from- he’s hitting you just right, and you squirm in front of him with a desperate mewl.

“Daddy,” you whine, taking the game and running with it, “daddy, please, I wanna cum.”

“Don’t you worry, sweetness,” he growls behind you, breathless and feral. “Daddy’s not gonna leave you hangin’.”

It sounds different coming out of his mouth. The appeal was already there- anything that turns him on turns you on, too, almost as a direct result. But when you hear it coming from him, it flips your stomach in a way that you could get used to.

He slides an arm beneath your waist and hauls you off the bed, pulling you back against his chest as he continues to fuck up into you. His right hand dances down your hip and between your legs, finding the swollen nub of your clit. He strums it deftly, making you squeal.

“Yeah,” you whimper, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as he holds you close. “Fuck, I’m getting there.”

“Me too, kid,” he pants into your ear. “So damned tight. Fuck, you’re suckin’ the life outta me.”

In another half-dozen thrusts you’re dangling precariously on the edge. He’s still going, hitting you just right and pushing you there one inch at a time. Suddenly he re-centers his grip on you and comes back with renewed ferocity. His rhythm doubles.

You fall.

Your orgasm is particularly spectacular this time around. Your spine goes concave as your legs go fluid. You reach back and grab at his hips as you keen and twitch and rock through the pleasure. Your pussy convulses around his cock and his hips stutter. He grabs you hard, holding you up as he explodes, warm and liquid inside you.

When it’s over, you both collapse onto the mattress. Outside, the sun is painting brilliant streaks of apricot across the sky. A gentle autumn breeze flutters the curtains. You finally catch your breath.

“So,” you sigh, turning your head where it’s cradled on his chest. His body is beautiful, and now that you’ve finally got the chance to look you don’t take it for granted. He’s all long lines and clean muscle, dusted over with tawny hair and the last kisses of the summer sun.

He’s kissing your shoulder as you speak up, one scarlet wing folded neatly at his shoulder, the other fanned out across the bed.

“It’s gonna be Daddy, then, is it?”

He snorts, smirking against your skin.

“Sure didn’t sound like you had a problem with it two minutes ago.”

“I don’t,” you quip, tracing a finger down his sternum. “I liked it. I…” You trail off, and your ears warm. “I liked it.”

He pulls back from your shoulder and rests his head against the pillow beneath him, his eyes casting over your face. Warm and loving and heartbreakingly genuine despite the… sensitive nature of your conversation.

“So did I,” he purrs, and you fall silent for another few minutes. Decompressing. Basking, he’ll say later on. Inevitably, the needs of the evening step in, and as the last rays of light fade from the city you lift your head.

“Dinner?”

His eyes were closed, but they slide slowly open again at the sound of your voice. In the dim like this, they’re the colour of almonds, always soft when they’re looking you over. You fall a little more in love with him every time he looks at you like that.

Then he shoots you a near-boyish crooked grin and your heart warms all over again.

“Whatever you want, kid.”

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waywardnerd67 · 3 years ago

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Star Crossed: Brightest Star

Summary: Life on tour was stressful and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) enjoyed the quiet moments on her tour bus with her best friend traveling between cities. After a show one night, she discovers her BFF recorded her fangirling over her favorite actor and posted it online. In a single moment, her life changes forever. Pairing: No Pairing Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1201 A/N: None

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The crowd was deafening as Wayward Stars stood center stage and bowed. Her bandmates pushed (Y/N) (Y/L/N) forward joining in on the cheering. She smiled brightly, waved and took a bow. She could see the first ten rows of people that were sweating and red faced from rocking out with them. Never did a night go by that she was not eternally grateful for the life she was able to live.

Walking off stage, the other bands they were touring with greeted them around the large green room. Her best friend, Addy Pearson, was chatting it up with a guitarist from The Letter Scarlett. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at her before heading towards the buffet of food and drinks. By passing all the alcohol, she grabbed a bottle of water and a handful of grapes.

“I think I’m in love.” Addy said, wrapping her arms around (Y/N)’s waist.

“You say that about every guy you lock eyes onto. However, Benny is actually a good guy so I would approve of this one.”

Addy laughed while grabbing a beer, “We have a couple of days before we hit the next city, right?”

She nodded, “Thankfully. My body is sore and in need of some R&R. Are you joining me on my bus or sneaking off with your newest boy toy?”

Her best friend kissed her cheek, “See you in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She watched Addy skip back to the latest notch to be added to her belt.

Honestly, she was thankful that she would have her bus all to herself. A night alone with her favorite show and junk food was exactly what she needed. Waving goodbye to her tour mates, she asked one of the bodyguards to come with her and went out to meet some fans standing near the buses. It was one thing she could do as a thank you to the fans who spent their money on seeing her. She wanted to make sure they knew how much she appreciated them.

After a few dozen hugs, selfies and autographs she finally made it to her bus. Stripping off her sweaty, nasty clothes she got into her favorite pj shorts and Zeppelin shirt. Grabbing some leftover pizza from the night before and her favorite gift from a fan. (Y/N) settled into her bunk and started up the last episode of Supernatural she had been watching.

“Dean Bear, this is the episode you were inspired from.” She whispered.

She snuggled with the Build-A-Bear that was made to look like Dean Winchester with glasses. Snapping a quick picture of her teddy bear and posting it on her Instagram.

Towards the end of the episode, she felt her bus roar to life and soon started to move. That is when a notification popped up on her phone.

Heart racing, she pulled up the video forgetting that there was a Supernatural convention going on this weekend. One day, she was going to be able to schedule a weekend for her to go. For now, she was thankful for fans that were there for sharing their videos online. (Y/N) let out a squeal reading the title of the video.

VanCon SNS - Jensen Ackles Heaven & S.O.B.

Clicking play, she turned the volume up on her phone. Letting out a breathless sigh, watching him walk onto stage wearing black boots, tight jeans, simple black t-shirt and dark cowboy hat.

“Good god…” she murmured.

The first notes of Bryan Adams “Heaven” began to play and (Y/N) literally melted in her spot. His beautiful baritone voice made her heart skip. He commanded the stage and audience, captivating everyone’s attention.

“Oh no… you’re watching Jensen Ackles videos again.”

She looked up seeing Addy walking to her bunk pressing pause on her video, “What happened to Benny?”

She shrugged silently, flopping down onto her bed, “I obviously mixed up the signals being sent my way. It’s fine now I can lay here and make fun of your obsession with Jensen.”

(Y/N) stuck out her tongue, hitting play, “You show me a man with more talent and hotter than him then I will stop obsessing over him.”

The next song he sang was one of her favorites. The man was made to be a rockstar from his voice, playing guitar and the way he moved his body. What she would not give to see him perform live.

“You’re drooling…”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes without looking from her screen, “I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Addy laughed at her but let her finish fangirling without further comments. The rest of the night she spent watching Supernatural finally falling asleep to dream of the handsome green eyed rockstar.

A couple of days later, she was sitting in her bunk before a show when she heard Addy having a heated conversation with her manager. Rolling out of her bunk, she walked to the front of the bus seeing her best friend rolling her eyes and her manager’s bright red face.

“What’s going on?”

“Ask your friend what she did.” Her manager stormed off the bus.

She turned towards her friend who was shrugging nonchalantly, “I get what the big deal is. I mean it’s nothing embarrassing or anything.”

“Addyson Marie Pearson, what did you do?” Panic flooded her stomach seeing Addy pulling out her phone.

A million thoughts ran through her mind. Did she post a picture of them from their wild days of concerts and after parties? Did she mouth off to one of the haters on social media again?

She handed (Y/N) her phone to a Tweet she posted tagging her in it. There was a link to a YouTube video and her stomach sank. Pressing the link it was a short video of her in her bunker from a few days earlier. She was singing along with Jensen Ackles smiling from ear to ear staring longingly at him.

“You’re drooling…” She heard Addy say from behind the camera.

She watched herself roll her eyes without looking from the screen, “I can’t help it. He’s gorgeous and talented and the perfect man.” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically pretending to faint.

Text flashed on the screen, “#1 Jensen Ackles Fangirl”

The video already had thousands of views. The tweet had been reblogged over a hundred times. (Y/N) looked up, jaw slacked at her giggling best friend.

“Jesus Addy… why?” she asked, handing the phone back and putting her head in her hands.

“I thought it was cute and you’re fans love seeing candid moments like this. Who knows, maybe Mr. Ackles will see it and fall in love with you.”

Her head snapped up, “Oh god… I really hope he never sees that. I mean really what are the chances of that happening?”

Both their phones went off at the same time. They looked at one another before looking at their phones.

“Ho-ly crap…” (Y/N) whispered, pulling up the Twitter notification.

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sunrise-lou · 4 years ago

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Stupid For You

Ft. Dream x Reader

Word count. 1.1k

Warnings. Fluff, tiny amount of angst, gender neutral

AU: Real life, kinda song lyric (mostly just a reference)

Song: “Stupid for You” Waterparks

A/N: Just a quick fic while I continue the Techno one, I didn’t expect it to take so long to write.

You and Clay had been in and out of these small arguments, well they were more like minor disagreements.

He wanted to tell the world about your love, but you weren’t ready, his fanbase had exploded over these past few months… not that you didn’t support him! In fact, you had encouraged the uploading to begin with, he had always been such a jokester and basically life of the “discord vc” and you had told him that his comedy would be the heart of the videos and a good start to a career online.

You had just had one of these little disagreements right before he started streaming, that was nearly 20 minutes ago and you were sitting quietly in the spare room. It wasn’t much of a spare room, more like a ‘I need a time out and want to chill alone’ kind of room. Saying that Clay was affectionate was an understatement, his love language was definitely touch, however yours was 100% words of affirmation.

There were now hundreds, even thousands of people claiming to be ‘crushing on Dream’, you knew that he loved you above all else, but it still made you insecure and you constantly asked him questions like; “Do you still love me?” or “Is this relationship strong enough for the internet?” It felt like everybody wanted him.

His answer was always full of love, he absolutely loved detailing how you made him feel, the butterflies you gave him when you smiled, even if it wasn’t at him. The euphoria he gets waking up every morning being able to cuddle into you, knowing how well the love between the two of you had blossomed.

You sat scrolling, flipping back and forth between Tiktok and Twitter, you loved looking at Dream Team edits, they were always so cute and clearly made with dedication. ‘Dedication’, that was just the problem, you knew a lot of Clay’s fans would be fine if he was in a relationship, but you knew a huge portion wouldn’t be.

With how often you were flip flopping between self-doubt and relationship-doubt, you weren’t sure how things would go it he revealed you.

‘Click.’

You didn’t bother looking up, he was probably just checking on you.

“Incoming!” He yells before jumping onto the bed, basically crushing you without warning.

“Wh-WHY!” You try pushing him off you, “You’re heavy, I can’t breathe!”

“Aww Y/n, that hurt,” He tries pouting, but the smile says it all, “Come on, I’m not that heavy~.”

You sigh, stopping your resist. Instead, you begin smiling too and go limp, quickly dropping your smile.

“Hey Y/n,” He shakes you gently, “Y/n?” The shakes get slightly more aggressive, almost in a sense of urgency.

Snorting out a laugh, you let him know you’re fine. He huffs in response and flops down to properly hug you.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I know…”

. . .

“Clay?”

He hums back a response.

“Are you still streaming?”

“Yeah, but I told them I needed a quick break even though I’ve only been streaming for about 20 odd minutes.”

“I think… I think I’m ready.”

“Wait, are you sure? I know I’ve asked a bunch, but I want you to know there isn’t any rush, I want you to be happy with me, here, in our little apartment… full of love…” You barely heard his last sentence, but you heard ‘love’ and that was all you needed.

There was nothing strong enough to rip the two of you apart, if you had lasted this long hidden, surely outing your relationship to the world would be fine. If they were real fans they’d love and support his decisions. One of those decisions being; you.

Clay pushed himself off of you and hopped off the bed, holding his hand out to you, which you graciously accepted.

He basically dragged you back into his ‘studio’, he was all smiles from the moment you had taken his hand.

You stood nearby and watched as he placed his headphones back on, pushing his hair back in the process, you thought he always looked so cute with his fringe pushed back.

“Hey, I’m back chat!” He yelled into the microphone, you wondered how even with the pop filter that he didn’t peak the microphone constantly. “What, Sapnap, no! I actually to grab something…” He turned to you, absolute heart eyes shone from him, “I should really say someone, actually…”

You had a moment of panic, maybe this was a bad idea.

Clay goes to grab your hands again, kissing the knuckles on one of them.

“Hey, tell me what you want me to say…” He whispers, not quite loud enough for the microphone to pick up.

You shrug back at him, you’d say you were incredibly nervous, but that didn’t even begin to describe how anxiety inducing this situation was.

“Come on sweetheart, you know I’m stupid for you. Nothing bad will happen, we’ll protect each other in this.” He had said this in his normal voice and the microphone definitely picked it up, because within 30 seconds the chat was spamming ‘Sweet Dreams ARC!’ and the usual ‘POG’. You caught a few small messages the left a sour taste in your mouth, but you were glad that most were positive.

Clay turns around in his chair, placing your hand on his shoulder and resting his own hand on top of yours.

“Well, chat, I know you can’t see them, but I want you to meet my dream, the sweetest human I’ve ever met.

You scoffed from second-hand embarrassment, that statement is not what you expected him to say.

“Hello chat, I hear Dream screaming to George and Sapnap constantly when he’s streaming and I need a doctor’s appointment for it.”

Clay looks at you, he clearly was not expecting you to back hand him with exposure as soon as he introduced you to his viewers. You laugh at his expression, now pouting, crossing his arms, the whole nine.

“Hello Gogy, hello Nick-y!” You greet the others and tilt your head down to the headphones, hearing a faint ‘Hi Y/n’ and ‘Hello!’, it was muffled, but you still caught it.

You kissed your boyfriend’s forehead and went to lay on the small couch in his studio, you wanted to spend time in his presence and listen to him talk, even if the two of you weren’t really conversing.

As the hours went by, he began receiving donations or chat questions about your relationship, as well as you. He’d answer some and refuse the more personal ones, there was one or two donations that expressed their distaste to ‘their Dream’ being ‘someone else’s Dream’ but he quickly said that you were his priority and that he was never ‘theirs’ to begin with.

The two of you were in deep, red roses stretched from your heart to his and it was perfect. Sometimes the thorns would hurt, but they were skin deep, you knew together you could overcome anything, you were stupid for him too.

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