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hayleythesugarbowl · 11 months ago

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hello! I've been seeing a lot of smosh vidcon content lately as well as rewatching shayne guesses and it made me brainstorm a bit!

How about a Spencer x reader where he freaks out about his favorite creator being at vidcon (the reader obvi) and the other cast members trying so hard to get them to meet and they hit it off? *you know Kiana would be allll over helping a bestie out lol*

or maybe even the same kind of thing but instead of meeting, reader is one of Spencer's fav youtubers in Shayne's guessing favorite youtubers video? Shayne immediately knows it's spencer and kind of outs his crush! reader is a big fan of smosh so she sees the video and it goes from there!

absolutely adore your work and keep it up queen! 🫶

See You Online || Spencer Agnew x reader

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summary: when you see a smosh video of spencer saying you’re one of his favorite youtubers, you begin to interact online. then, when you both attend vidcon (and spencer’s friends convince him to talk to you) you hit it off

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mild language

a/n: hey darling! so i kind of went with both of these ideas and i hope you like what i did 🤭 i included some fake insta/yt in this because it fit so this is partially a social media au. fem!reader. enjoy!!

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“Well, this is obviously Spencer.”

Shayne tapped his pen against the desk as he looked at the screen in front of him.

Three YouTuber names had appeared next to him for the viewers to see.

“What makes it me?” Spencer’s teasing voice came from off camera.

“C’mon,” Shayne said. “We got Retro Game Corp, MandaloreGaming, and (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

He continued. “Everyone knows you love retro shit. MandaloreGaming sounds like just the kind of nerd thing you’d be into. And (Y/n)—that one’s just self explanatory. I mean, Spencer’s obsessed with (Y/n). Ask anyone in the office.”

“Ok woah,” Spencer piped in again. “I don’t know about obsessed.”

“Dude, you just told me yesterday that you watched her videos until two in the morning the night before,” Shayne addressed him.

Then he faced back to the screen, to the viewers. “Spencer’s got a little bit of a crush on (Y/n). It’s uh, it’s honestly adorable.”

A woman’s muffled voice came from offscreen.

Shayne laughed. “Kiana said Spencer would have (Y/n)’s babies.”

“Dude!” Spencer yelled at Kiana offscreen. “What if she sees this!”

“There’s no way,” Shayne laughed. “There’s no way any of the YouTubers from this video are seeing this.”

“Imagine,” Spencer joked. “I’m like, ‘hey (Y/n), hit me up’, and then she sees this, bro.”

“Hey,” Shayne raised his eyebrows. “You never know. I mean, I married a YouTuber.”

“Just an excuse to bring up Courtney,” Spencer coughed.

“Anyway,” Shayne put his hands on the table in front of him. “We’re getting a little off track here. We’ve established Spencer’s in love with (Y/n). Now—do I even have to guess?—show me Spencer!”

He pointed to the side as an imagine of Spencer popped up on the screen.

“Well, thanks for that easy round,” Shayne joked. “Now, let’s see the next set of YouTubers…”

And that was where you stopped watching the video every time. You’d seen the whole of Shayne Guesses Favorite YouTubers before, but when you went back to rewatch it, it was always this clip.

You’d been sent this specific clip by hundreds of people. Your followers and subscribers on all different platforms. The comments ranged from ‘oh my gosh look at this’ to ‘you have to see this smosh video’ to ‘petition to get Spencer and (Y/n) to go out’.

What they didn’t know, was that you’d seen it long before they began tagging you in it.

You were a huge Smosh fan, and had been for years. Imagine your shock when you yourself were named in one of their videos.

You’d only been a creator for a little over a year now, but you’d quickly gained a following and were becoming more and more popular online. It still all felt so surreal, and seeing yourself named as someone’s favorite YouTuber—especially on one of your favorite channels—felt like a huge moment.

That, and you were flattered by Shayne’s comments about Spencer. You thought it was sweet that he enjoyed your content and—you couldn’t stop the blush from spreading to your cheeks—you.

That was what prompted you to leave a comment under the video—a comment which Spencer responded to.

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Can Shayne Guess Our Favorite YouTubers? Smosh Games • 721k views • 38k 👍

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yourusername ✓: does this count as being in the youtuber and the celeb crush vid?

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spennser ✓: it was actually only until 1am i swear smoshyyy651: spensser LMAOOOO chumbawumbasnumbertwofan: the fact that (y/n) (y/l/n) saw this ✋😭 y/nstanforlifeee: oh my gosh my queen is here 👑 I love you and your vids (not as much as Spencer apparently asksfsk)

mya_sol: how many times have you watched 8:04? me: yes

yourfavoritepizzaplace: ‘spencer would have (y/n)’s babies’ KIANA THATS WILDDDD 💀

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And from there, you began interacting. Leaving comments and likes on each other’s videos and instagram posts. Leaving fans to obsess over your every interaction, to make compilations, to wonder if you were dating.

Because you’d be lying if you said you didn’t read most of the comments about you two.

You enjoyed your little online back-and-forth. You’d known who Spencer was before the Shayne Guesses video had come out. Watching Smosh on-and-off for years, you’d seen him in multiple videos.

It still felt so unreal for him to know who you were—not only know who you were but like your videos.

And now look at you, messaging him and liking his posts like you were old friends. Spencer pretty much liked and commented on every one of your feeds or stories or uploads.

After your original comment on the Smosh video, things just…took off. You didn’t really know how it started, one comment led to another, and suddenly it was like you had always congratulated each other and left witty comments on each other’s pages.

You smiled as you stared at the screen of your phone, looking over your’s and Spencer’s latest interaction. You couldn’t deny that he was really cute. You’d always thought so.

You thought of Shayne saying that Spencer had a crush on you and you felt your smile grow bigger.

Your empty suitcase caught your eye as you looked up, sitting on your bed and reminding you that you still had to pack.

You set your phone down. Fangirling over Spencer could wait. You still had yet to pack for your flight that that was in two days, and you didn’t want to leave it ‘till the last minute—or, more last minute than it already was.

You had been lucky enough to be invited to VidCon this year, and you were thrilled about getting to go as a creator and meet other artists who had inspired you. You were less thrilled about the packing.

You stood up and walked towards your closet, starting to decide which outfits you wanted to bring, daydreaming about what VidCon would be like. All while thinking about Spencer.

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spennser: my cat says ur cat’s pretty cute carmensanfransisco: LOL 😂🐈 urmom17: oh my gosh she commented spencer are you freaking out? spennser: urmom17 shitting my pants fr

jessicarabbitsimp: who else has noticed spencer and (y/n) all over each other’s igs 😏

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VidCon was amazing.

Today was the first day, and you couldn’t wait for all the festive still to come. You had already seen so many cool presentations and been a part of so many workshops and met so many interesting people.

And now, as you stood at the table set aside for you, staring at the slowing line of people still waiting to meet you, you thought that this was definitely your favorite part.

You’d gotten to talk to people who watched your channel and hear how your content had impacted their lives or inspired them to create. It really made it all feel worth it. It made you love your job and all of the opportunities it had given you.

You’d been here for nearly two hours already, and still there were a few more fans waiting to speak with you and get a picture.

You smiled to yourself as the last of the people filed through, letting the momentary silence wash over you. You had just picked up your phone to take a quick selfie for a later post, when you heard a commotion to your left.

You turned to the source of the noise and had to do a double take when you saw the entire cast of Smosh at a setup similar to yours, having their own meet and greet.

You didn’t know why in all of your thinking about Spencer you hadn’t assumed that Smosh would be at VidCon. It seemed obvious now. They were YouTubers, weren’t they?

Speaking of Spencer, you saw him talking to Courtney and your heart did a little flip in your chest. After interacting with him online these past few weeks, and watching his channel for these past few years, it seemed crazy to see him in person.

As if sensing your presence, he looked your way and you turned away in time so it didn’t look like you’d been staring. You didn’t think he’d caught you watching him.

“Wait? Spencer, is that (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?” Courtney’s voice carried over the several feet that separated you.

“Oh, is it? I hadn’t noticed,” you heard him say sarcastically, even though your back was turned to him. You stepped a little bit closer to their location, pretending to be fixing something on your lanyard.

“Dude, you have to go talk to her,” you heard a male voice—Shayne? You didn’t dare turn around��say.

“No way man,” Spencer answered, “What would I even say?”

“You’ve been commenting on each other’s instagrams for like a month, you’ll think of something,” Courtney said.

“Yeah, but that’s different. This would be, like, a real conversation,” he answered. “I don’t actually know her. What if she thinks I’m just some creepy fan, and it’s like bro back off.”

You bit your lip, stifling a giggle. Oh, what he didn’t know.

Then the music in the venue picked up and you couldn’t hear their conversation for nearly a minute. You walked a few feet back over to your table, picking up and looking at a few of the gifts fans had given you, finding a new way to look busy. This went on for another minute before you heard a new voice say,

“What’s this about Spence and (Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

“Just that Spencer’s going to go up to her,” Courtney announced.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” the voice said.

“No, Kiana,” you heard Spencer say. “That’s not what’s happening.”

“You’ll regret if forever if you don’t go talk to (Y/n),” The voice—Kiana—stated.

“No way. That’d be like if I asked you to just ‘go up and talk to’ Darren Chris,” Spencer said

“My favorite white guy,” Kiana joked.

“Hey bro, I thought we established that was me!” Spencer said in outrage.

“You will be if you go and talk to (Y/n),” she finished.

“I will not be manipulated,” you heard him say, and you stifled another chuckle.

“No, but you will be shoved,” Kiana said.

“Wait what?” Spencer got out, before you heard a scuffing sound.

You turned around just as Kiana pushed Spencer and suddenly he was right before you.

“Hey,” he said, looking uncomfortable, shooting a glare behind him at Kiana. “I heard there was a meet and greet?”

You smiled. “You just missed it, actually.”

“Damn, next year then,” he said.

“I suppose I could make an exception,” you teased. “I wouldn’t want to be the one to take away anyone’s Favorite White Guy title.”

Spencer winced. “How much of that conversation did you hear?”

“What conversation?” You winked at him.

“I can’t remember,” Spencer said, smiling as he rubbed a hand along the side of his face.

You were both silent for a moment.

“So,” Spencer started, breaking it. “I would tell you that I love watching your content—until a very reasonable hour of the night, might I add—but you kind of already know that. And I bet you’ve already been told that by hundreds of people today.”

“Not by anyone nearly as cute though,” you replied, before leaning in to mock-whisper. “And I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Also,” you continued. “I could say the same to you. I love Smosh—I’ve watched your channel for years. You guys are all so talented.”

“Really? No way,” Spencer smiled. “You watch Smosh?”

“Really,” you smiled back. “I did know who you were before the Shayne Guesses video, you know.”

“Don’t remind me,” Spencer said, shaking his head.

“I thought it was sweet,” you told him, laughing. “And if that video had never happened, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Or at Buca Di Beppo tonight at 8?” Spencer said, with trepidation.

“Or that,” you agreed, nodding. “Are you asking me out on a date, Spencer Agnew?”

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I guess I am,” he said. “Unless you’re going to slap me, in which case no.”

“Only if the date goes badly,” you teased. “And if you don’t make 100,000 more accounts to subscribe to my channel with.”

Spencer grinned. “Done. And I can introduce you to the rest of the gang.”

“Are they good with me crashing your guys’ dinner?” You asked. You couldn’t believe you were going to meet the members of Smosh.

You couldn’t believe you were going on a date with Spencer.

“Oh, they already know about it. They’re listening to every word of our conversation right now.” Spencer pointed a thumb behind him and you looked over his shoulder to see all of the Smosh cast watching you.

They all waved at you.

“Hey girl hey!” Kiana called to you, smirking at Spencer.

You waved back at them, grinning.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you from meet-and-greet-ing any longer,” you said, turning back to Spencer.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” Spencer joked, gesturing between the two of you.

“Doesn’t count,” you said back. “Technically we’ve already met on the internet.”

“Yeah, well, you’re much prettier in person,” Spencer said, as he backed up towards the rest of the Smosh cast.

“Well then,” you said, only a little bit breathless. “I guess I’ll see you tonight.”

“Unless I see you on the internet first,” Spencer said, turning around and walking away.

You couldn’t wait. Not only did you have your date with Spencer to look forward to, you also had the rest of VidCon to get to know Spencer better and hopefully hang out with him before all this was over.

You turned to leave as well, walking in the opposite direction of Spencer as you tried to think where you had to be next. It was hard to focus when all your thoughts were occupied by something else. Someone else.

You were almost out of earshot when you heard Kiana’s voice, carrying over the crowds of people.

“Get over here, loser. I’ll take my thanks in the form of cash and/or worsted weight yarn.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you guys enjoyed this little bit of a different format. i had sm fun writing this. check out my other spencer fics if u want more like this 🎀

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bad268 · 3 months ago

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heeeey its the erm elasticdroid rq anon and oh good Lord im sorry 😧 i got nervous and it was like 1 am my request is for an elastic droid x reader and i really want it to be like. reader is also a youtuber / streamer, like super duper wowzers popular... and droid doesnt know this but reader is also friends with one of his friends, maybe like puffer or someone. ill use puffer because i think thatd make it easier to understand... and then one day puffer dms droid like "yo you wanna join my stream" droid agrees and joins but then hes like SHOCKED LIKE WAIIIIIIT WHY IS THERE THIS POPULAR STREAMER HERE and puffer is like "oh yeah [reader] is here too" and droid becomes all stuttery and nervous and stuff... maybe [reader] can like compliment him and he becomes even shyer ... hope this one made more sense 🙏🙏

Russian Roulette (Elastic Droid X Streamer! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (bro this was so fun)

Warnings: Language (lots of it)

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1151

Summary: Puffer seems to know the one person that makes Droid nervous.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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You were having a slow stream day just chatting for the most part, but when your childhood best friend sent you a message to join his Russian Roulette lobby, you couldn’t refuse. He said something about wanting to throw it together, and he just needed one other person, you.

“I know that TwitchCon and VidCon are coming up soon, and I might go,” You mindlessly talked to chat. “Is that something you guys would be interested in, or am I talking out of my ass?”

Immediately, your chat of just over 500k exploded in responses. Most were encouraging you to go to both of them, practically begging you to go by saying that would be the only reason they buy tickets.

“Okay, okay, okay, guys,” You chuckled, going to your other monitor to pull up some stuff to look into later regarding tickets, hotels, and logistics. “I’ll look into it, and I’ll see if I can get a group to go.” Just as you say that, you got a discord notification from Puffer.

“Russian Roulette. Pull up.” You couldn’t help but laugh out loud for a second, causing a flood of comments to roll in.

“Guys, I think I’m about to die,” You chuckled as you sent a quick message back to Puffer.

“The game right?” It only took him a few seconds to respond.

“No shit, get on.”

“How do y’all feel about Russian Roulette right now with a really random person I’ve never actually done anything with?” You asked to no one in particular, as you were already loading the game and changing the category of your stream. “I honestly don’t care what y’all say, but it’ll be fun.”

You loaded the game on your stream and joined the discord channel that Puffer sent you. You joined the call that had Puffer and two of his friends already in it.

“Well, well, well,” Puffer said as soon as you showed up on the call. “Look who decided to show up.”

“Okay, first of all, fuck you,” You laughed as you entered the code o join his lobby. “Second of all, I was in the middle of a heart-to-heart with my chat. Trying to figure out if I go to TwitchCon or VidCon this year. Last year was ass.”

“Wait, is that who I think it is?” One of the guys on the call shouted.

“Maybe, this is the childhood friend I told you about,” Puffer said nonchalantly.

“Yeah, hi, I’m Puffer’s friend,” You introduced yourself and your stream name, waving at your camera.

“You’re not ‘just Puffer’s friend,’” The same guy mocked and you looked over where his camera was on to see his jaw dropped as he stared at the scream. “You’re like one of the biggest streamers that still streams.”

“Thank you!” You blushed, but played it off, “I’m dedicated to the grind and a paycheck.”

“Arent we all,” The other guy in the call groaned. “I’m Grizzy, by the way.”

“Wait, you know Fitz and them, too, right?” You immediately recognized that voice. “I feel like I’ve met you before.”

“Yeah,” Grizzy dragged on. “When would I have met you?”

“If you went to PAXAus or were in some of the CS:GO videos,” You started listing. “I was in a few with Smii7y, and I bullied him a lot. I was also faceless back then, and I’ve rebranded since then.”

“Wait, I do remember you!”

“No way you guys already know them. I literally watch all of their content!” The other guy complained.

“You sound like this one guy that I watch,” You spoke up as your brain finally started putting the pieces together. “I’m blanking on his name right now, but his outro song is bbno$.”

“That would be that guy,” Puffer said, leaving the floor open, but the other guy was like a fish gasping for water. “Are you gonna say anything?”

“I am in shock,” He replied in a strained tone. You looked at his video and saw that he was breathing heavily as he held his chest, but he was smiling.

“Are you good, man?” You chuckled softly just as Puffer started the lobby. “Are you gonna be good to play?”

“I, uh, I’ll be fine,” The guy stuttered out. “I just…I’ll be fine.”

“He’s starstruck,” Puffer poked. “If I knew you were gonna be this nervous around them, I would’ve asked someone else to join.”

“No, I’ll be fine, just give me a minute,” He replied, muting himself and turning his camera off for a second.

“What was that about?” You asked to Puffer and Grizzy. “Is he always this nervous?”

“No, it’s just you,” Puffer chuckled, amused at the situation.

“Me?” You gasped, “What did I do?”

“Exist,” Grizzy said simply. “He’s had like a massive crush on you for the longest time, and you just admitted to watching his stuff, so he’s probably crashing out.”

“He’s the guy?” You questioned as your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. “I don’t remember his name, but It’s like ED or something, right? I remember a joke about erectile dysfunction, and I was fucking dying!”

“No shot you remember that stupid joke,” The guy said as he rejoined the call just in time to hear your comment. “Can we just start the game already? I might need to my Russian Roulette IRL if we keep talking about this.”

“Wait, give me a second,” You shouted even though Puffer started the game. “It’s Droid, right? I don’t remember the E part.”

“Elastic,” Puffer coughed into his microphone.

“ElasticDroid!” You screamed, and you saw his character flinch in the game. “That’s you!?”

“Yeah,” He replied back quietly as his face grew fifty shades of red. Whether it was embarrassment or the fact that his long-time parasocial crush watched his content, he couldn’t tell you. “That’s me.”

“No way, Puffer! You should have introduced me to your friends earlier!” You complained as it was your turn to pull your trigger. Thankfully, you lived to see another round. “Actually, this would be really cool. As of about 30 minutes ago, I decided I wanted to get a group to go with me to TwitchCon and VidCon. Would y’all go with me?”

“That would be like the biggest crossover ever,” Grizzy chuckled before he shot himself in-game. “Fuck! That was my first bullet!”

“Sweet! Puffer, send my number to Droid,” You said winking at the camera as Droid’s head snapped to the side. “I’ll text him to coordinate everything.”

“You just want his number, don’t you?” Puffer voiced your plan, but you weren’t going to fold that easily.

“I’m asking you to give him my number,” You shrugged, “It’s his choice if he wants to give me his.”

You had barely finished your sentence before your phone was sounding with a notification from an unknown number.

“Of course I want you to have my number ;)”

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cloverrwritess · 19 days ago

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hiii can i ask for angela x fem!reader where smosh is at a party or vidcon and r didn't plan on really drinking but she ended up drunk and angela is taking care of her

Title: Care

Angela Giarratana x Fem! Reader

Request: Yes | No

authors note: I’m back to writing again! I was so busy at the end of May due to work and haven’t had the time to finally sit down and write.

happy pride month everyone! ❤️🏳️‍🌈

side note: I’m not very knowledgeable with alcoholic drinks since I don’t drink and the effects it might give you so sorry if this is incorrect. 🙇‍♀️

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The loud party music was starting to hurt my ears. I was stuck sitting at one of the office couches, trying to get away from people. I’ve worked here for several years now but I was never the party girl. I’ve dodge the invitations the others gave me—like saying I was busy editing, I had a stand up comedy to go too, or even straight up saying I was tired, which is true. Being in front of the camera for long hours of time gets tiring, my social battery drains when I have to leave.

“Hey there you are! I thought you ditched us again” I looked towards the direction of the voice, Courtney grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the drink table set up.

“I think you need a straight up vodka to spice up your weekend” They said, pouring alcohol into the glass. “I’m not an expert at making drinks, but this will do I think”

I bobbed my head in a ‘no’, signaling her I wasn’t going to drink. “I’m not going to drink tonight Court, I have to drive home”

“Nope, no more excuses, take this cup and down it!”

I sighed, I’ve been stressed for a few weeks now, maybe I really did need this drink.

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Sitting down with the rest of the crew finally made me feel better. We laughed and played a few board games till the others stood up and started dancing. I felt my head hurting from the amount of alcohol I drank.

I rubbed my forehead trying to get rid of the pain. I suddenly felt my shoulder being nudged—turning to my right, there I saw Angela with a concerned look on her face.

“You good? Does your head hurt”

I nodded “I wasn’t going to drink tonight but I forced myself into thinking I needed more to destress”

“How about I drive you home, is that okay with you? I didn’t drink today since I have to film a podcast tomorrow” She offered.

“Yeah that would be great, thanks Ang”

She helped me stand up without triggering my headache even more, she opened my purse and took something, then told the others she was driving me home before escorting me to her car.

“Shayne said he’ll drive your car back to your place tomorrow morning, I gave him your keys”

I opened her passenger seat, helping me sit down and pulled the seatbelt on me.

“Angela, you–” I felt tears starting to fall. “You are amazing”

She chuckled and waved her hand “Never knew you were the emotional drunk kind”

“Take a nap, traffic might be long”

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I opened my eyes and realized I was back home, I immediately sat up—suddenly feeling like I’m about to puke, I ran to my bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl.

“You’re awake”

Looking behind me, Angela is holding a glass of water and what looks like advil.

“You might need these”

Washing my mouth and sitting back down on my bed, she gave me the water and the advil.”I had to drag you up to your apartment floor, thank god for the elevators”

I felt my cheeks heat up from the embarrassment of her carrying me back to my place. “I’m so sorry you had to do that Angela”

“Don’t worry, I wanted you to be comfortable once you wake up, I fell asleep on your couch��I was too tired to drive back home. Come downstairs I made us breakfast”

I was very close to all the people at smosh but Angela and I definitely clicked when we met, I’m just so glad she’s part of my life.

#smosh fic #smosh fanfiction #fanfiction #smosh x reader #fanfic #smosh imagine #angela giarratana #angela giarratana x reader

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amyoffline · 9 months ago

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—is below the cut. The goal of this project is to explore the following phenomena with as much context and nuance as I can manage, tracing our history over the past 15 years:

What about us, and what about Dan and Phil, drew in and continues to draw in a very specific audience. If they are a ranch metaphor, we are a pizza metaphor 🥗🍕🫶🏻

Why we were Like That™, by which I mean so parasocially invested in them that we became, at times, the most annoying people on the internet. Much of that reputation is undeserved, and the videos on the phandom to date have been strongly negative. So, uh, I guess I'm going to put my face on camera and (mostly) defend us.

Reblog, share in your Discord servers, reply, or send me messages/anon asks with feedback or resources if you have any! Especially if your experience being in this fandom community has been dramatically different from mine. There are TIT spoilers near the end of the outline, but I'm not tagging because certain individuals seem to be lurking over there. Thank you!

Chapters:

Full outline:

introduction

cold open

felt personally attacked by jonathan haidt's last press tour

showed up to the phrenaissance 11 months late

had an unexpectedly strong response to their new content, needed to find out why

what the hell are we doing here?

- phenomenology (academics are professionally insufferable) - research question 1: what drew the audience in? - research question 2: why were we Like That™?

what we're NOT doing here

- a strict content analysis or "wow we sucked" video - providing sources for things best left uncirculated, thank you

reflexivity (personal biases)

- american zillennial in public health - in the youtube audience by spring 2010 - lurking in the phandom on tumblr 2013-2015, back* since 2019 - fan behavior i did and did not engage in

(----): truly necessary background information, i swear

(pop) cultural trends, tech, and their intersection

- nerd/geek identity and the first online weirdos - broadcast tv & the music industry vs the internet - defining "emo" - blogging & vlogging - early internet comedy

broader social/economic trends

- so the U.S. economy collapsed in 2007 - a decade that sucked except for rom-coms and square enix games - the flip/slide phone + digital camera + mp3 player loadout

(05-8): early youtube and early phil

youtube: a great video uploader without a clear purpose

the content on the website

- crossposts, corporations, and creative/social outlets - omg guys it's amazing phil - contemporary youtube-to-legacy success: justin bieber

the audience of "early adopters"

contemporary social media sites and forums

(2009): origin story

a wild dan appears… in the comments

the global constant that is teenagers being messy online

daring my old school district to sue me

- "one town's war on gay teens" (literal rolling stone headline!) - epidemiology 101: rates of… ugh… "unaliving" oneself - ways kids cope when it seems no adults will help them

the earliest days of dan & phil

- hello internet + pinof - a chronically overexamined timeline - file deleted ---* so how big WAS the audience at the time? ---* acceptable funny/edgy language was just different

contemporary youtube-to-legacy success: lucas cruikshank

omg it's meeeeeee

- how amy & friends were using youtube - ways i was just destined to end up here - being in social environments with peers 3-6 years older

(2010): is it "twenty-ten" or "two thousand ten?"

youtube is a platform about to explode in popularity

- the algorithm before it was The Algorithm™, lost site features - let's take a trip through the wayback machine :3c - actual dan & phil content in 2010 - the green brothers found vidcon - contemporary youtube-to-legacy success: darren criss

social media: also about to explode in popularity

- facebook was cool at the time, believe it or not - law of equivalent exchange: 2010 amy cringe compilation - the birth of instagram and pinterest - youtube slash livejournal (the first phanfics… sort of) - shockfic and its place in the overton window

the beginning of "the great rewiring" as haidt calls it

- ways social media is about to dramatically change - third spaces become online spaces - confounding variable: changing expectations of teens

(2011): the end of an era, the start of an age

a very long tangent on fandom and pop culture

cultural exchange

counterculture and teenagers as concepts

the first british invasion: the 1960s

- beatlemania and its descendents - moral panic about the virtue of tween/teen girls - tv/film/fashion trends being imported from the uk - in parallel, star trek births the modern fandom

the second british invasion: the 1980s

- synth/new pop that came out of the punk movement (hi, emo?) - confined mainly to music and fashion - cool britannia

it's harry freakin' potter

- absolute titan of pop culture influence - the rise of online fandom: examining the horrors ---* what is "wank" ---* flaming, sockpuppeting, and general cyberbullying ---* censorship: ffnet purges, boldthrough, & strikethrough ---* other fandom shenanigans of the time (yaoi paddles, anyone?)

harry potter's over. now what?

- for those who needed coming-of-age hero's journeys ---* twilight and YA dystopia waiting in the wings ---* some pretty iconic tv shows start or hit their stride ---* the mcu's phase one ---* takeaway: the rise of "geek culture" generally - for those who just wanted to go to hogwarts ---* doctor who & the wider world of bbc programming ---* british vloggers, you say? where? on youtube? brb--

end tangent, back to your regularly scheduled programming

dan & phil in the first half of 2011

- a continuation of 2010… for now - the videos - british pancakes as a case study of bad fan behavior

streaming and social media

- the birth of snapchat, twitch, and younow - netflix starts developing original programming - multi-channel networks (mcns) - digitour

dan & phil in the second half of 2011

- and they were roommates (omg they were roommates) - fantastic foursome - youtube glitches out - the super amazing project - the first proper baking video + wait, is that the bbc?

~ baking interlude 1: christmas cookies ~

the family sugar cookie (sorry, delia)

amy's 2011

(2012): why is anyone nostalgic for this

the transition from desktop to mobile

- massive growth in smartphone ownership 2011-2015 - things one might do on mobile one might not do on desktop - non-online ways smartphones changed being a youth™

what is tumblr and why is my child using it

- how the site is meant to work - fandom, memes, aesthetics, and SOME public figures - want to be anxious and depressed in peace? come to tumblr - this site seems a little……… gay ---* tumblr's very queer, very neurodiverse userbase ---* legacy media representation in 2012: bad! ---* actual academic research on tumblr users (yes, it exists) - the tumblr experience for non-native english speakers

amy becomes a vibrating mass of panic and paranoia

- in context of the above - additional rant about the american public school system

the growing dan & phil audience

- investigating the origin of the term "phannie" - more collaborations = more viewers - more video uploads = more /invested/ viewers - younow and interacting with fans - watch time replaces clicks in the algorithm

online etiquette, or lack thereof

- mid-transition from the 2000s to the 2010s - "professional internet celebrity" is still basically brand-new - lack of boundaries - various ways to be an asshole online - unsupervised kids simply do not engage in best practices

the end of 2012

- dan and phil move to london - wikipedia vandalism - tiptoeing around a top contender for the phandom's greatest sin - super amazing project DONE, now it's BBC RADIO TIME

(2013): arguably the most important year

- wait. what's that six-second video platform over there--

[amy's curated vine compilation]

- a new wave of internet comedians (read: future youtubers) - the zillennial lexicon - other platforms start emphasizing short-form video content - magcon

emo is BACK - well, sort of

- fob hiatus ends, mcr breaks up. my god. you had to be there - more open ties to nerd/geek culture than in the 2000s - these things once again intersect at dan and phil

dan and phil in the first half of 2013

- siri, what's a "sex symbol?" why are you booing me i'm right-- - d&p are everywhere - radio shows, interviewing, hosting - youtube uploads on their individual channels

rapidly changing cultural attitudes towards queerness

- gay marriage will be legal in places other than canada soon - a lot of assimilationist rhetoric though tbh - parallels to the pop feminism of the decade

hey kids, let's talk about compulsory heterosexuality!!

- what is it and why do people do it - academic, tumblr-level, and anecdotal research - the dannies, the phillies, and the phannies

amy

- the closet™ - mental health stigma - 2013 dnp posts from my main blog

dan and phil in the second half of 2013

- subscriber milestones, vidcon - joint content before the gaming channel - phandom starts having a major presence outside tumblr

(2014): achievement unlocked!

it's time to talk about rpf

- definitions (a chance to be annoyingly pedantic) - academic perspectives and fan discourse on the ethics - when the subjects clearly aren't fine with it - so… we can acknowledge "shipping phan" was different, right? ---* sometimes the subjects are fine* with it, actually ---* how dan and phil started to handle the shipping ---* obvious differences between phan and other rpf ships ---* sharing my favorite passages as a first-time phanfic reader

dan and phil in 2014

- wikipedia vandalism 2: electric boogaloo - bbc request show → internet takeover - the 7 second challenge - youtube content, subscriber milestones, rewind - cons and award shows

tumblr reaches the peak of its influence

- yahoo's attempts to monetize the userbase - buzzfeed and aggregators steal our jokes and bait our clicks - legacy media dangles carrots and uses us for free marketing - the legend of korra breaks TV precedent, almost out of nowhere - the tumblr user experience ---* on mobile, without xkit ---* on desktop, with xkit ---* 2014 dnp posts from my main blog

gamergate and its long shadow

- trolling, renewed and revamped - algorithms push increasingly extreme content - the broad conservative backlash conglomerate - increased normalization of conspiracism in general

my greatest sin [not clickbait] [very funny]

- so, circling back to comphet… - the actual story

anyway, let's talk about danandphilgames

- a star is born: dil howlter - different types of gaming content on youtube at the time - why did 17yo amy not subscribe? well…

~ baking interlude 2: chocolate cupcakes ~

make your own frosting. it freezes well

roasting myself further

(2015): it's not queerbaiting when it's real people

facebook "pivots to video"

- mark zuckerberg lied. water is wet - causes other platforms to REALLY double down on video - the birth of musical.ly - corporate-branded creators (read: future youtubers)

queerbaiting enters mainstream public consciousness

- academic origins - early fannish and acafan writing - johnlock, destiel, and sterek - statistics 101: type i error, type ii error, and queerbait

dan, phil, and the phandom

- bbc, cons, & the brits - danandphilcrafts - phan conspiracies ---* japhan ---* body language experts ---* timeline truthers ---* floor plan investigators ---* no but seriously imagine it - regular youtube uploads ---* solo content ---* joint content ---* subscriber milestones, rewind - tatinof uk and tabinof ---* on "selling out" ---* revisiting the statistics 101 lesson: now with real people! ---* never meet your heroes (unless they're dan and phil)

amy's (temporary) exit from the phandom

- it's legal adulthood with a steel chair!! - growing discomfort with some fans' behavior - 2015 dnp posts from my main blog - the closer: final fantasy vii

(2016): season finale

vine's imminent demise

- content platforms behaving badly - content creators behaving badly

youtube after "the great rewiring" (as haidt calls it)

- version 1.0 of the modern youtube algorithm ---* deep neural networks for dummies ---* what's holding creators accountable, or not - advertising and sponsorships ---* basically every child and youth™ is watching now ---* the battle for our attention ---* regulators start to crack down on undisclosed ads - the rise of drama/tea content (and later, channels) ---* youtubers are now seen as regular celebrities ---* dan and phil as the butt of other youtubers' jokes ---* baiting the phandom for engagement

tatinof us and aus

- a proven new model for live show tours - show & documentary released to youtube red (now premium) - [sigh] the tour bus

sea change in online fandom

- the newer, sometimes queerer media in korra's wake ---* better and more representation in live-action tv shows ---* voltron (i'm sorry!!!) ---* the mystic messenger craze ---* alice oseman & heartstopper - the new dynamics of #discourse ---* proship is to anti as phannie is to phanti ---* the bad behaviors of the 00s get a new coat of paint ---* new, though: fans harassing creators ---* a personal note on ace discourse

dan and phil presence off-tour

- the internet takeover ends - regular content, subscriber milestones

so. uh. current events.

- brexit - sorry the united states is a font of chaos - ripple effects

closing out the year

- amy finally gets an anxiety diagnosis and treatment! hurray! - dapgo, rewind - bbc radio awards & the boncas - gamingmas

(2017): time for a rebrand

tangent - sit down!!! buckle up!!! today's lecture is on PSIs & PSRs!!!

"parasocial" as defined by the current zeitgeist

- summing up youtubers' and laypeople's opinions (not dan's) - an unfairly negative stance overall, imo

older academic literature

- the 1956 paper (yes, 1956) - with traditional celebrities - with fictional characters

current academic literature

- with youtubers and other content creators - positive effects on the audience - negative effects on the audience - broader societal implications

fandom spaces as a parasocial experience

- parasocial and truly social interactions with each other - phandom as a supportive, welcoming space for oddballs - what research i can find about neurospicy folks, + anecdotes - me and everyone else on planet earth move to discord

inherent transactionality

- the nature of celebrity - positive effects on creators - negative effects on creators

reexamining early phandom through a parasocial lens

- the good, the bad, and the ugly - the role audience demographics played in all of this - entering, exiting, and remaining in the phandom

end tangent, back to your regularly scheduled programming

vine is well and truly dead

- some had prepared to become primarily youtubers (smart) - some move to musical.ly, insta, facebook, or snap (less so)

the sun sets on danisnotonfire

- i am very normal about dan's hobbit hair, i swear. - the last dnp content before the rebrand - new apartment, new floor plan investigations

adpocalypse now

- youtube has become the village elder of platforms ---* increased scrutiny, increased responsibility ---* some youtubers had been getting away with !#$!#@% - the scandals ---* pewdiepie + logan paul ---* elsagate and being "family- friendly" (read: ad-friendly) - censorship and monetization ---* adsense revenue goes down as advertisers pull out ---* the glory days of posting whatever and making bank are over

amazingphil and ~daniel howell~

- youtube & younow content - that week in march - vacations and conventions - conjoined baking and the concept of a "soft launch" - daniel & depression → dan as a mental health advocate - truth bombs, ii announcement, rewind

(2018): the phandom vs the hiatus they told us not to worry about

interactive introverts

- "giving the people what they want" - in hindsight… - let's talk about dnp fans from the global south

youtuber burnout

- it wasn't just dan: (more examples than header fits) - the old model was simply not sustainable - newer contributing factors - research on burnout, plus personal anecdotal experience

other dan and phil videos

- phil's solo videos - gay and not proud - hometown showdown - other joint videos - phil's #shorts (sounds normal in american english)

panini updates

- vaccines soon, uwu??? + entrenched misinformation - pros and cons of remote work - pros and cons of remote school - pros and cons of remote socializing

you will get through this night

- younger me really could have used this book too, dan - thoughts as a professional in a related field - reflecting on some of my more unique circumstances

daring my old school district to sue me (again!!)

- updates: racism and transphobia - updates: right-wing freaks take over the school board again - residents vote against improving mental health resources

(2022): dan returns (still not on fire)

hey so politics are um getting worse

- americans lose the right to reproductive freedom ---* the quickest of histories on where these freaks came from ---* this shit kills people. - trans kids become the punching bag of culture war discourse ---* fuck off! (gently) ---* fuck off! (i have a knife) ---* checking in on terf island

we're all doooooooooooooooomed

- dystopia daily my beloved - the style, the substance, the metatextual analysis-- - not everyone loved it, though. why? - the promo - dan on tour + sister daniel

amy's 2022

- i got covid - then i got long covid: brain fog, pots-like symptoms

some more news (i will work on my warmbo impression)

- dan joins tiktok + danisnotinteresting uploads - phil: uploading less, busy doing remote crisis management - twitter is acquired by an idiot jackass - heartstopper on netflix! ---* the show and what it means to people ---* drama (revisiting "real people can't queerbait") ---* why this has anything to do with the phandom

~ baking interlude 4: cinnamon rolls ~

- lovingly, recipe changes and corrections :) - if i have an opinion about anything, it's sweet yeasted breads

(2023): the phrenaissance

phil

- joins tiktok! - youtube uploads through september - what even is phannie tiktok. i've never used this app. help.

dystopia daily b-sides

- dan memes of 2022 - the 2023 dystopia daily episodes

amy: the doctoral candidacy process

- purgatory, privilege, poverty, and free pizza - checking in on what this is like outside the united states

pretending the panini is over

- complaining about post-adpocalypse censorship standards - honest take about "giving up" on covid - who gets the short end of the stick

the youtube algorithm is BAD and UNINTELLIGENT, actually,

- unhinged rant about not hearing about the gaming rephrival - because i was offline from other platforms. like, @amyoffline.

pov: you are a phannie (not me) on october 15th

- what i was doing on october 15th - saying goodbye forever, spooky week, and november - gamingmas - phil uploads through december

(2024): fifteen years of terrible, terrible influence

hey what the fuck is going on

- dan and phil ---* joint and phil videos ---* jokes they never would've made ten years ago ---* a collection of emotional posts about how far they've come ---* people want fun and silly content again. we'll get to why ---* nostalgia, hope, and other warm and fuzzy feelings - the phandom ---* ancient parasocial attachments, reactivated instantly ---* people are way more normal now. let's discuss why ---* tumblr vs twitter vs tiktok phandom

we're all doomed, youtube version

- my thoughts - thoughts on "dan should/shouldn't" do video essays - i can't objectively evaluate anything he makes bc [gunshots]

terrible influence tour

- legally phlonde - the concept: healing one's inner child / taking it back - we gotta talk about phannies in the global south again - no but seriously imagine it? ---*ogres are like onions, they have LAYERS ---* [placeholder for whatever does(n't) happen]

anglosphere current events once again

- the likely us tiktok ban - the tories get fired - [placeholder for whichever hell americans manifest] - witnessing genocide and feeling powerless

ffx full-circle moment to the intro of this video essay

- the night i found out they came back - why i am doing this, now with context - reflections on a nearly 15-year (parasocial) relationship

whatever youtube uploads we get during fall/december

AMY SEES TIT (nov 14)

- the vibes at the phamily reunion - buying merch to apologize for eternal ublock origin use - how much should i document?? (not during the show) - phanspiracies confirmed - atlanta confessions - favorite bits - the alternate universe where i went to tatinof and/or ii

(2025): the horrors persist, but so do we

whatever 2025 content is out while i'm still working on this

our parasocial social club

- let me be philosophytube for a second ---* every interaction has a parasocial element ---* what are we obligated to do as a phandom, actually? ---* as people who parasocially care about these two dorks? ---* what else should we be doing socially to be at our happiest? - "they're my gay uncles" vs "i'm a little in love, even now" ---* riffing about the boundary/overlap between these camps ---* sibling reads me for filth in a single text (sister daniel...) ---* at least we're all in this together

what's going to continue to draw people in

- grown adults drawing our cat whiskers back on - updates on queer/nd kids - updates on anxiety/depression rates - updates on tech and the broader environment of content - world still feels doomed

tangent - the "hard launch" and why people want it

what are people referring to, exactly

- general definition and other examples - when it comes to dan and phil - maybe they hard launched already and we just missed the memo

the ludonarrative of phandom

- if you got here early on - if you got here in the mid-2010s - if you got here after they came out - if you got here post-hiatus - final fantasy comparison: ffvii's chokehold over first-timers

a rom-com for the ages

- the tropes in play - brief tangent on the evolution of the genre - queer romantic comedies - final fantasy comparison: ffviii's plot and squall/rinoa

phriends… or…

- wholesome influence, slice-of-life - projection - final fantasy comparison: ffxv's gameplay loop, the chocobros

humans don't like ambiguity

- from a media perspective (narrative tension) - research from the hard sciences - final fantasy comparison: fanille ---* the first gay final fantasy characters, actually ---* ffxiii's character development process ---* fang and vanille in the text. brb, clawing at the walls ---* so, if anyone is looking for a phyuri au prompt…

tl;dr: reality is not fiction. make peace with not "knowing"

end tangent, back to your regularly scheduled programming

the phuture

- phil's big solo project when??? - dapg is just the joint channel now - youtube has changed since when dan last "regularly" uploaded - nothing lasts forever, and that's okay

~ baking interlude 5: ranch + pizza ~

- ranch propaganda and ranch metaphors - showing off my dough and sauce skills

conclusions

- a lot has happened in 15 years - [placeholders: don't write your conclusions before you do your research]

Proof this project can only be done in consultation with Tumblr: no other platform we're on could accommodate a post of this length and formatting detail lol

#dan and phil #phan #dnp #daniel howell #amazingphil #this took so long to format oh my god please read it and talk to me #except it's 1am in my time zone so i'm going honk mimimimi soon enough #amy writes

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cj-schlatt · 11 months ago

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ima need some cutesy "can I kiss you?" 🙏🙏

Sorry this took me so long! Hope you like it! <3

Content: Fluff! First kiss, gn!cc!reader

(Prompt list here)

A slight breeze ruffles your clothes, but you’re comfortable as you walk along the beach, listening to the soft crashing of the waves beside you.

It’s a perfect night—the perfect end to a perfect day. It all started with you appearing on Chuckle Sandwich, finally getting to meet Schlatt and Ted in person for the first time.

“So, this is your first Vidcon?” Ted had asked after introducing you on the podcast.

“Yep!” you had confirmed with a grin. “First Vidcon, first time on a podcast—a lotta firsts this week.”

You know Vidcon tomorrow is going to be chaotic, but you’re looking forward to it. Still, you’re glad you arrived a day early to be on the podcast and get yourself acclimated to the unfamiliar area.

After you finished recording, Schlatt had invited you to dinner. For all the complaining he does about Los Angeles, he’s visited enough times now to know the best places to eat.

Now, Schlatt walks alongside you on the beach. He’s quiet and contemplative, so different from the loud personality that you witnessed while filming earlier in the day.

Deciding you want something small to remember this day by, you begin scanning the sand around you for seashells. You stoop down when you find a good one and pick it up.

Now a few paces ahead of you, Schlatt stops and turns around once he realizes you’re no longer next to him. “What’re you doing?” he asks.

“Just looking for seashells,” you say, holding up the scallop shell you’ve found.

He takes a couple of steps closer to you. You smile at him, noticing the way the moonlight reflects in his eyes. You wonder if he sees the same thing in yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks softly after a moment.

You freeze, eyes widening, breath caught in your throat.

Noticing your reaction, Schlatt backtracks, “I’m sorry, I—”

“No!” You’re quick to cut him off as you regain your composure. “Sorry, it’s just…” You look down, suddenly very interested in the footprints in the sand around you. “I’ve never been kissed before.”

“Well, we can add it to your list of firsts for the week,” he murmurs.

You take a breath before meeting his eyes, finding nothing but softness and understanding there.

“I’d like that,” you breathe.

Schlatt closes the small distance between you, gently cupping your face in his large, warm hands. He leans in, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, tender, unhurried. You would be perfectly content to stay in this moment forever, you think.

Eventually, he pulls back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “How was that?” he asks.

“Can we do that again?” you ask in place of answering.

He laughs, a breathy thing that makes your heart flutter. “Yeah, we can,” he says, pulling you towards him once more.

You drop the seashell and wrap your arms around his neck. You don’t think you’ll need a souvenir to remember this night, after all.

#schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #x reader #cj's writing #don't look at me i'm yearning

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rawrmadzilla · 1 day ago

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This is probably not going to make sense or get to the people I want it to, but I’m still going to go on my knees and beg. Please please please people who are going to The My Chemical Romance concerts, please please please be on your best behavior. I wasn’t there a couple years back to see how people acted back then, but I know our fanbase is known as one of the most annoying when it comes to music fan bases. I don’t think I have any say in that idea, I’m not too sure, social media is the way I’ve interacted with this fanbase. BUT I just went to Vidcon to see SMOSH, and I can say I was severely disappointed with that fan base. They were insanely disrespectful, rude, attention seeking, etc. old men were trying to get in a fight with me and my friend who are small 19 year olds. It opened my eyes because I’ve never interacted with a fan base that was like that before. It was a harsh reality to see that not everyone is caring and kind even when we all like the same things and just want to see the same people. I’m over here like can’t we all just get along ☹️. Anyway back to MCR, it’s sort of the same thing with the SMOSH fandom, a lot of millennials, along with Gen Z. Theater kids, gamers, Emos, Punks, just a lot of different groups of people. I also know that since the pandemic, concert etiquette isn’t really a thing. I am actually so scared of going to this concert because what if people do end up ruining what would have been a great time because they cannot control themselves. Don’t forget it’s not only your $200s on stage. It’s all of ours! I’m hoping to make so many friends at this concert because I’ve seen what this fanbase is like. It’s full of fun, creative, funny, and amazing people who I appreciate. So if someone tells you to cool it down a bit, maybe reconsider and do it. If someone is saying you are making them uncomfortable by touching them or taking space up that isn’t yours please listen. Please drink water, take your meds, eat something before the concert, and for the love of God, SHOWER!!!!! scrub your armpits, undertheres, and everywhere else. Put on perfume or cologne, and maybe a nice scented lotion, AND DEODORANT, BRING SOME WITH YOU PLEASE!!! Anyway, there’s my rant. Be kind and respectful to each other, we’re all brothers, sisters, and siblings of the Black Parade <3

#gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #frank iero #mikey way #im not okay #mcrblr #long live the black parade #concert #concert etiquette #concert experience #the black parade #ray toro #be kind #be respectful

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sage-lights · 9 months ago

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could i rest here for a while?

word count: 1958 VidCon afterhours in Amanda and Angela's hotel room. (for the everyone in the amangela group chat. and especially for the kindest soul, @babychosen. ❤️‍🔥)

“Would you quit shuffling around over there? I can barely hear what’s going on in the 911 call,” Amanda chides, rolling her eyes playfully, though the flicker of frustration in her voice is mixed with a fondness she can't quite hide.

“Turn up the volume then! You’ve got a remote for a reason,” Angela fires back, her voice laced with mock annoyance.

Amanda turns on her side and looks over at the wiggling form to her left, “What are you even doing over there?”

“I’m trying to find a comfortable position to settle in.”

“You’ve sunk so far into the bed that it looks like the comforters are swallowing you whole,” comments Amanda. She leans forward to grab her phone from the nightstand between their beds and snaps a picture of Angela. In a sea of pearl white bed sheets, only Angela’s head pokes up out of the blanket.

“No, wait! No, don’t take a picture, ‘Manda!” Angela yells indignantly, thrashing slightly under the covers.

Amanda laughs at her mini tantrum, “You look like a floating head, Angie.” She turns the phone around to show Angela the photo in her camera roll.

“I look horrible in that! Oh my god, you have to delete it.”

Amanda hums in response, placing her phone back on the nightstand without deleting the picture, and directs her attention back to The First 48. She can hear Angela huffing out of frustration, and Amanda smiles to herself. On the screen, dramatic flashes of the evidence photos paired with an even more dramatic voiceover was setting the scene of the crime.

“The gruesome murder of the perfect all-american girl shook this otherwise quiet Nebraskan town. Who could’ve carried out such a horrific crime? All eyes turned to the quarterback boyfriend, the last person to see Jennifer Wiles alive.”

Amanda hears Angela snickers softly to herself and muses, “Imagine being in the voiceover booth for a job like this. Like, how many takes of this do you think they have to do?”

“Cut!” Amanda mocks, dropping her voice to a deep Southern accent, “Sorry, can we get that line again? Maybe this time, try to sound more like you’re a cop who couldn’t give less of a shit about this case. Alright, ready? Take 56, action!”

Angela repeats the voiceover, but with the strangest intonation and facial expressions known to man, causing Amanda to double over in laughter.

“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound like that. It was like you were a baby learning to speak for the first time,” Amanda manages through labored breathing.

“That could be a fun game though,” muses Angela, “trying to give the worst line read ever.”

“Okay wait, I think you’re onto something!” They take turns, each read more outrageous than the last, their playful banter filling the room with warmth and joy. Eventually, after a particularly hilarious exchange that leaves them both breathless, they finally settle back into their cozy positions, the laughter slowly subsiding as they resume watching the show.

Suddenly, Angela shoots up from her slouched position and messily kicks the comforters off of herself. Before her feet are even fully situated in her hotel provided slippers, Angela is tripping over herself to get to the counter next to the TV with the coffee maker and concessions.

“What are you doing over there?” Amanda asks and then tilts her head, “Huh, feels like I was just asking you that.”

Angela rifles through the snacks, excitedly holding up a folded brown paper bag shrink wrapped plastic, “Amanda. Lehan. Canto. How good does popcorn sound right now? Every good movie night needs to have popcorn.”

Amanda raises an eyebrow skeptically, “Never once during our movie nights have you ever craved popcorn.”

“Okay, well, where the hell am I gonna find goat cheese, salami, and crackers to make a charcuterie board for us right now?” Angela rips the plastic wrapper off, crumbles it into a ball, and tosses it into the trash.

“Check the market pantry in the lobby,” shrugs Amanda.

“Ugh, too far away,” Angela sticks the unpopped kernels into the microwave and sets a timer for two minutes.

“Lazy.”

Angela sticks her tongue out at Amanda, “Yeah, and what about it?”

“You know you have to pay for that, right?” Amanda props her elbows up on her legs in front of her and rests her chin in her hands, watching Angela intently. The siren sounds of the Wiles case echoing from the shitty hotel speaks are momentarily forgotten.

“Company card, duh. Smosh can pay for it. VidCon is technically a company trip anyways.”

“I’m telling Ian and Anthony that you’re wasting their money on late night snacks. Gonna run Smosh into bankruptcy and then we’re all going to be out of jobs. All because someone wanted popcorn.”

“It’s one bag, ‘Manda, chill,” right as Angela begins to defend herself, the microwave dings. She grabs the inflated and buttery bag, but immediately drops it back onto the glass tray. Quietly, she whispers Ow, hot and opens the fridge under the desk to soothe her burnt fingertips against the cold interior walls.

“You okay?” Amanda asks, her voice softening.

“Yeah, the bag was just hotter than I expected.”

“Well, duh. It’s literally steaming because of the microwave.”

With her sufficiently iced fingers, Angela carefully carries the popcorn back over to her bed and settles back in, “Wow, and for a second I thought you were actually being nice to me.”

Now it’s Amanda’s turn to stick her tongue at Angela. Childish, she knows. But with Angela, she doesn’t feel embarrassed acting a little immature. And besides, Angela did it to her first.

Amanda sticks her hand out expectantly across the divide. Angela eyes her in disbelief, “You have the audacity to talk so much shit while I was making popcorn and now you want to ask for some? No way, go make yourself your own bag.”

“I don’t want a whole bag's worth, just, like, half a bag's worth.”

“Interesting. Splitting my bag between the two of us would mean you get half a bag of popcorn. Huh, how convenient!”

“You know what they say, sharing is caring!”

Reluctantly, Angela passes the bag over, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

Amanda slowly pops a piece of popcorn into her mouth, a smug grin spreading across her face as she savors the buttery flavor. Angela’s gaze lingers on Amanda’s lips for a moment before she shakes herself from the thought, quickly refocusing on the show.

For a while, they take turns handing the bag back and forth, sharing the snack like it’s a playful game. But as the night wears on and the light from the TV flickers dimly, the fun begins to fade. With every pass, Angela feels the weight of fatigue pulling her down, and the popcorn-sharing routine starts to feel tedious.

“Okay, I’m tired of you hogging all my popcorn,” Angela grumbles, half-heartedly glaring at Amanda. “Passing the bag back and forth is so fucking annoying.”

Amanda chuckles, “Alright, alright,” she replies, scooting over to the right side of her bed, “Here, we can share my bed instead.”

“Oh, of course. You’re making me move,” Angela says, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone. She’s already climbing out of her bed, shuffling over to Amanda’s side. Curling into Amanda’s warmth is one of the few moments where Angela feels her hyperactive brain quiet down completely. It’s peaceful beside Amanda; Amanda is her peace.

“Hey, you’re the one complaining about sharing the popcorn. I’m totally okay with tossing kernels into your mouth and having you catch them, if that’s more your speed.”

“Shut up, you’re stupid,” Angela half-heartedly retorts, pulling the blankets over her and mirroring the position she was in moments before in her own bed. Amanda mimics Angela’s position, sinking down further. She wraps her left arm around Angela’s shoulders, pulling her closer into her side. Angela, a willing victim, lets herself be enveloped in Amanda’s warmth. She rests her head on Amanda’s chest, sighing.

Nestled in the ripples of the blanket between them is their joint custody bag of popcorn, like a child squished between their parents. For the first time all night, they don’t say anything to each other.

It’s so silent that Amanda can hear Angela’s even breaths. She’s sure Angela can hear how fast her heart is beating through her chest. Unconsciously, Amanda begins to stroke the length of Angela’s arm with her fingers, feeling the warmth radiate between them.

As Amanda looks down at Angela, who was now fast asleep with the arm Amanda was caressing slung over her stomach, a warmth spreads through her chest. She finds herself wanting to lean down and press a soft kiss on Angela’s forehead. But as she leans closer, hesitation creeps in. She pulls back and clears her throat, trying to forget the urge.

After a while, Amanda can feel her eyes start to droop. She hasn’t paid much attention to this episode of The First 48 to be invested in seeing the resolution.

“Baby,” Amanda whispers. No response. She tries again a little louder, “Ang? Angela?” Still nothing.

Fuck, Amanda thinks, What do I do?

For all the times they’ve had a movie night or simply hung out at each other’s apartments, never have they stayed the night, let alone shared a bed like this. What was the protocol for something like this? Was Amanda supposed to keep trying to wake Angela up? Maybe carry her back to her bed?

Amanda hesitated, glancing at the empty bed across the room, then down at Angela, who had curled closer into her side. The thought of waking her up felt wrong—she knew her friend had been working herself to the bone between the shooting schedule of Smosh, rehearsals for the newest Starkid musical, filming days for her podcast, and whatever other creative projects Angela promised her friends she’d be a part of. It seemed like this was the first time in days that she’d actually rested.

Maybe Amanda could move to Angela’s bed. Slowly, Amanda tries to sit up and release herself from Angela’s grasp. Unfortunately, it has the opposite effect as Angela holds onto Amanda even tighter, furrowing her eyebrows disappointedly.

Amanda sighed. She could move, give Angela her space, but the weight of exhaustion tugged at her, her limbs heavy with fatigue. Maybe it was fine—just for tonight.

Amanda feels around for the remote, turns off the TV, and gingerly places it on the nightstand. She’s careful not to hit Angela, and flicks the light switch off too, engulfing their room in darkness. She sank back into the pillow, carefully wrapping her arm around Angela again, her eyes fluttering shut almost instantly.

With another yawn, Amanda settles in. Before she knows it, she’s dead asleep as well, wrapping herself around Angela.

(Angela blinked, waking to a mouthful of hair that wasn’t her own. Her fingers twitched beneath something warm, and as her brain slowly caught up, she realized her hand was flat against Amanda’s stomach.

Oh, shit.

Her heart raced. She carefully glanced up, making sure Amanda was still asleep. Thankfully, she was, her features soft, her messy hair falling across her face.

Angela’s eyes lingered a moment too long—despite everything, Amanda still looked beautiful, even like this. But the panic snapped her back. Gently, she slid her hand out from under Amanda’s shirt and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her.

Moving quickly, she rushed through her morning routine, her pulse still pounding in her ears as she fled the room. She just needed some space to think.)

(When Amanda wakes up, she immediately notices how cold the left side of the bed suddenly feels.)

#amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #smosh #amangela #smosh rpf #smosh fanfiction #i’m not totally happy with how it turned out but it’s an idea i’ve had for so long and seeing the group chat explode with everyone’s #fictober stories inspired me to write something again!!#posting this right before a big midterm exam too so let’s hope this brings me luck :’)

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rustcoloredraccoon · 10 months ago

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Deleted ending for my fic, Keep You Warm

I ended up taking out this ending, because I didn't like the fit with the rest of the story, but I already teased it in a previous post, so I'm going to put it here instead. The rest of the final chapter will be out on AO3 in the next hour or so.

Six months later...

"Are you sure this is okay?" Dick asked for what must have been the seventh time in the past hour. He fiddled with the thin bracelet on his wrist. Bruce had made the holo-projector as comfortable as he possibly could and the jewelry just seemed convenient. Now, from an outsiders perspective, he had slightly darker skin that Tim said was similar to his mother's, the dark veins around his body covered by the hologram. And the blue contacts not only gave him normal looking eyes, but they also shielded them from the light so he no longer felt like his retinas were burning out whenever he left the manor during the day.

Tim grabbed his hand so he would not accidentally turn the projector off.

"I'm sure, just look around. Half the people in line are men in their thirties if not older." He laced their fingers together and gently ran his thumb over the back of Dick's hand when he saw his frown.

"Yeah, but they don't have good vibes," Dick muttered, before looking at the back of the thirteen year old girl in front of them in line. He then gasped in horror. "What if she think I'm creepy?"

Jason rolled his eyes, but he also put a steady hand on the small of his back.

"You look like an underwear model. You could go Mad Hatter-level creepy on her and she would just call you her manic pixie dream boy. It's called pretty privilege, use it," he said. It was clear on his face how much he hated being there, but the moment Tim presented the tickets for VidCon, they all knew Jason was going to come with them, no matter how much both Dick and the omega told him he didn't have to attend.

"Next!"

The little girl and her mother in front of them walked forward and Dick was pretty sure his heart was now in his throat. He squeezed Tim's hand a bit, which caused the omega to stand in front of him to catch his attention.

"You're going to be okay. She won't find you creepy. She will be really nice to you, because you'll be really nice to her and everyone is going to have a great time. I take a pricture of you two, then we can get out and get the burger we promised Jay for behaving," he said and Dick couldn't help but nod. He leaned a bit forward and Tim immediately gave him the kiss he was wordlessly asking for.

" Next! " The gruff voice called out once again and Jason gently pushed Dick forward.

"You're up!" he whispered, but the way his touch lingered on Dick's back showed that he was also slightly nervous. Dick gave them a smile, before trying to project as much confidence as he could muster up while he walked to the table. The girl sitting there took him in from head to toe before standing up and giving him a bright smile.

Dick held out his hand, turning on the charm he saw Tim use at galas.

"Hi, Tiffany! My name is Dick, and I'm a big fan."

#dicktim #jaytim #jaydicktim #batcest

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solarsturniolo · 11 months ago

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lol i meant to say top 5 Matt fits

Yall are NOT gonna agree with me but that’s okay!!!

my Top 5 Matt fits are as follows:

5. Graphic tee and camo shorts

It’s very boyish and cute. And he was very smiley and giggly this video so it quickly became a favorite.

4. Black on black

This motherfucker wears black on black and i stg i feel like im astral projecting into the fucking sun. This particular outfit was not worn enough and he NEEDS to bring her out of retirement NEOW.

3. This specific tour fit.

He won, i’m biased, he looks great in a jersey and a crown. I’m surprised I didn’t self destruct when i saw that two feet away from me.

2. Blue. Flannel. Pyjama. Pants.

Enough said.

1. Very hard to pick my number one fit, and you guys are going to disagree, but….

The shade of blue, the cream coloured pants, the hat, it all ties together so effortlessly and I love it.

Runner ups!

Runner up #1: Vidcon green duck shirt. (This man looks so fucking good in green why does he not wear it more often, he looks FANTASTIC)

Runner up #2: YES ITS A RUNNER UP. WE SEE HIM WEAR IT ALL THE TIME SO IM COMFORTABLE PUTTING IT HERE. Matt is not an outfit repeater, so for most of the outfits above, they were listed there because we probably won’t see them again. But he loves this shirt (i love it too) and the ONLY reason it’s a runner up is because i feel like he won’t retire that shirt until he’s in his 40’s

Anyways, ladies and gentlemen: Her

Runner up #3: And finally, one that is not nearly as popular but that holds a special place in my heart is his hard rock cafe hockey jersey

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism #sturniolo imagine

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rattotheimperialcheesegod · 1 year ago

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aphmaus recent vidcon news is..interesting and yknow what, i know we are most likely getting a mystreet update, and i dont wanna be too harsh here but i fear that its gonna go right back to cocomau videos after she DOES finish mystreet finally, cause..come on

that girl is not gonna try and remake mcd for a THIRD TIME, that poor series ever getting a proper redo died as soon as the pandemic happened and her switching to brainrot content

and..my inner demons?...fuck..girl I don't know...like..did anyone even ask about MID at the last vidcon panel??? like..AT ALL???

(MORE BELOW)

Like truely I'd love it if maybe her finishing mystreet could be a great way to launch her into posting GOOD content again especially if shes showing her newer audience something that isnt colorful sludge, and maybe we could see mcd maybe in a different form one day, like a poorly written novel/j, as she creates even newer roleplays, like god she could maybe bring back void paradox!...but i also have a strange feeling that shes finishing mystreet with season 7 and nothing beyond that, just to wrap it up and get it out of her hair.

But thats just my opinion really, we really could get the good ol classic roleplays again, i just hope season 7 isnt getting rushed or half-assed, as much shit as i may give jess, i still want mystreet to conflude in a good and loving way, aphmau may not be the best writer but her series are exciting and engaging, and it would be sweet genuinely to have this new generation of aphmau fans get to see what aphmau and her team can do when they actually TRY and make entertaining work.

(plus I can't bare to have to witness every character from mystreet or mcd get further flanderized like they do in the cocomau verse, like...the only person who got a better personality was kim but shit everyone else is just assholes or are a pain in the ass to watch...or...is fucking both....COUGH aaron lycan COUGH)

#fav #mystreet #mcd #minecraft diaries #cocomau #aphsmp #aphverse #aphblr #my inner demons aphmau #my inner demons #MID

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real-total-drama-takes · 4 months ago

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I don’t know how to start…

Had a really bad experience with that influencer Julia everyone’s so in love with on Instagram. I’ve been sitting on this experience for almost a year, trying to understand how someone could present themselves so differently from social media. Thought I should share my story here..

So I went to one of her meet-and-greet events at VidCon 2024. I was next in line and she had just gotten finished giving a fan her autograph. I walked up to her and said hi. She looked up at me and just snatched the makeup palette she collabed with KKW Beauty on. I started telling her how sorry I was that her liquid lipstick line plan had fallen through because she was in a scandal for using melted Crayola crayons as the pigment. She ignored me, and when I tried to break the ice by bringing up the Brandy Melville scandal (one of Julia’s former brand ambassadorships had a racism scandal with some influencers), she huffed. She started writing “Stay strong <3 love Julia. Buttknuckle.”

She handed it back to me and said “next” loudly. I wondered if I had done something wrong and said I didn’t want to take up too much of her time– “like you’re doing right now?” she said. I was a bit taken aback and said “huh?”

“Huh?” “Huh?” “Huh?” She repeated, then scrunched her face at me. I gulped and meekly thanked her for the autograph. I looked down at the autograph for a solid seven seconds trying to figure out if she actually did just write what I was seeing. When I tried to ask her what a “buttknuckle” was and why she called me it (it sounded derogatory. How else would you use buttknuckle if not as an insult?), she just snapped her fingers. The buff security guy guarding her stand started shooing me away. I could see her snicker to her influencer friends standing near her. I chalked it up to her just being tired. It was late in the afternoon, after all.

Later at the food court, I caught her behind a Tim Horton’s booth, shoving down a little kid and taking his lunch money. She then used said money to buy two large combo meals for herself. I watched her wolf it down, and as we passed each other, I smelt a terrible fart. I looked at her, and she immediately scrunched her nose and blamed it on a homeless old woman standing on the sidewalk. Everyone started laughing, and her fans crowded around her, asking if she was alright for having her “air” tainted and giving dirty looks at the old woman. I handed the poor old woman five cents to buy herself a hot meal, shower, car, and home and said “Peace be with you.”

My benevolence aside, I tried to catch a glimpse of her, but her fans swarmed her. I guess 30 million Instagram followers will do that for you. Her fan bubble hoisted her inside a luxury store. Louis Vuitton, I think it was. While inside, I saw a short girl with a beanie and a shifty gaze swiping priceless purses and stuffing them into her red overcoat. The thief never left Julia’s side. I saw them exit the store, but not before the thief pointed some electromagnetic disturbance gun (I’m a genius, so I knew exactly what device it was) at the alarm detector and disabled the stolen-goods alert. Julia, the thief, Julia’s bodyguard, and her swarm of fans exited the store without a trace,

Well, there must’ve been some malfunction on the thief’s alarm disabler gun, because the Louis Vuitton store’s alarms started blaring like crazy. The store manager, two clerks, and several local Anaheim policemen ran up to the door and confronted the crowd. The manager aggressively asked who stole it. Julia and the thief pointed at Julia’s bodyguard, who was quickly tackled and arrested.

Now without security, Julia and the thief ran to her hot-pink moped. The moped started sputtering tons of fossil fuels, which was weird to me, because Julia pledged on Instagram a few weeks earlier that she would go eco-friendly and only power her luxury vehicles with vegetable oil from now on. Tons of smoke from the moped engine blew into her fans’ faces. One of the fans was even a little girl who had listened to Julia’s suggestion to “start Retinol, Botox, and acid-peel treatments as early as possible for preventive aging. Dr. Oz approved!” The smoke must’ve reacted with the Retinol or acid-peel face treatments, because the girl, who couldn’t have been more than ten years old, screamed as skin disintegrated off her face. I’m talking Skeletor levels of facial disfigurement.

The moped finally shot off into the California sunset, swerving around cars. Two cars crashed from her erratic driving, and I heard Julia laugh that it “served them right for owning anything less than a Lamborghini, Ferrari, or Jaguar.”

The fans (most of whom were pre-teens and teenagers) started crying. Their parents came and got them, and eventually the day was over.

I returned to my hotel and considered writing this exposé but I knew how rabid her stans were. They had once gotten into a Twitter doxxing fight with Nicki Minaj’s Barbs and revealed the addresses of over 1,000 of them. It was funny, because I remember the profile picture of the main Twitter user who was doxxing the anti-Julia fans had a red overcoat just like the thief’s.

I also wondered if I had hallucinated the Buttknuckle thing or if Julia just had really bad handwriting, because she posted an Internet apology where she was sobbing and playing a ukulele about how the “Buttknuckle” signature lots of fans received that week at VidCon actually said “But never give up, ‘kay?” and that as a hand-impaired disabled victim and feminist woman, she was sad at the smear campaign when the only crime she committed was having poor penmanship (having been raised in an abusive household where her parents forced her to work part-time during the summer in their family bakery).

Anyways, I hope this doesn’t get me into too much online trouble. I know Julia has her online fans. We loved to hate her in Seasons 1 and 2, but I’m wondering if her personality on the show wasn’t just an act? Let me know what you guys think and please don’t spread hate, after all, I am just a completely reliable, noble, virtuous, whistleblower with a genius-level intellect and photographic memory.

#td Julia

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cheese-sandwich30 · 2 months ago

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(Phil) Michael (Lester) In The Bathroom

Fandom: Phandom

Pairing: Dan/Phil

CW: Anxiety attack, drinking

Word count: 1560

Summary: After a fight with Dan during a VidCon party, Phil hides in the bathroom

A/N: I listened to Michael in the Bathroom the other day for the first time in forever and I got this idea of following the contents of the song into a fic. I used some of the lyrics, but mostly it was inspo for the fic. Hope you enjoy!

AO3 link

Vidcon was a hard time for Phil, but this year was truly ending with him. He was used to going back to his room alone every time there was a convention like this, getting bored of the party and needing his sleep more than a hangover the next day. Other people complained that he was almost always the first person to leave, but he didn’t care. He had never really cared much about what other people said. If he had, we wouldn’t have the career he currently had.

The only thing that kinda bothered him about going to bed early-ish was missing all the crazy things that tended to happen whenever Youtubers and alcohol were mixed. It was a good thing that Dan always stayed and filled him in with all the gossip the next morning while Phil ordered them room service pancakes for breakfast. They would sit in bed and Dan would take slow bites, telling him about who made out with who, and who threw their drink onto who’s face, and who spent the entire night in the bathroom without anyone knowing why. Phil liked hearing gossip without being involved in the drama.

The issue was that, tonight, he was the one hiding in the bathroom.

He couldn’t pinpoint the moment everything had gone wrong, maybe it had been a myriad of things. He had been overwhelmed and Dan was nowhere to be found, and then, when he found him, he was way too drunk and no help. And then, at some point, they had started shouting at each other about things that at another point would be so small, but now they were like a mountain. Something about cereal, and about being late and other random things that they usually talked through were being screamed at each other while they were surrounded by friends and co-workers.

At some point, Phil has started running. He didn’t even realise where he was going until he had closed the door of the hotel’s hall’s very fancy toilet behind him.

The sound of ‘Just fuck off, Phil!’ in Dan’s voice was still ringing in his ears. He fell to the floor, his back against the wall, and hugged his knees, trying to control his breathing. There was a banging in the door and Phil jumped.

“Some of us have to pee!” said a feminine voice on the other side. The public toilets were gender neutral at this hotel, but Phil knew this wasn’t the only bathroom on this floor.

“I’m on my period!” he shouted back. He wasn’t sure what compelled him to do that. It wasn’t going to work. He just wanted some alone time, some time to chill before he went back to all the eyes and cameras that would for sure be looking for him, he just couldn’t…

“It’s okay, honey, take your time!” He heard a pair of heels walking away and let out a deep breath.

He was finally alone. For once, that feeling did not bring any comfort, maybe because being alone never excluded Dan. The two of them had been a pair for almost 6 years now. It felt weird not having him by his side, like half of himself was missing.

Phil weighed in his options. He could stay here, hidden, alone after Dan had left him to drink his body weight in alcohol and pretend to be someone he wasn’t; or he could go out, pretending to check a text on his phone to avoid conversation and then, sneakily go up to his room. Their room. He shared it with Dan. He couldn’t face him right now, not even in their room. He needed to cool himself a bit. So, he stayed.

In his loneliness, he wondered what Dan was doing. Was he as upset as he was? Was he ignoring everything they had gone through together and moving on? Was Dan having the time of his life while Phil felt like he was dying inside?

These questions tormented him, until his train of thought was interrupted by a loud noise. A drunk girl was singing “I wanna dance with somebody” in a high-pitched voice, which reminded him of the truth of the situation: He was at a party, hiding in the bathroom. It almost seemed cliché. In a different moment, he would turn to Dan, seeing him scrunch up before he said: “Some people lose any musical talent they may have when they’re wasted.” And then Phil would laugh.

But Dan wasn’t here.

God, he felt so stupid. He shouldn’t have had that last cocktail, it was only making his head hurt and the room spin more than what his anxiety was already doing. He was already curled up in a ball, fighting off the urge to be sick as well as the tears. He felt so stupid.

He tucked his head between his legs and he began to sob. He was so tired. Stupid drinks, stupid party, stupid VidCon, stupid Dan and stupid Phil. He tried to choke back his tears but failed again with that thought. He was sure his whole face was swollen and his eyes were red.

He took a deep breath before standing up and going towards the sink. He was greeted by his sad face, eyes irritated due to the tears and the contact lenses, his face wet. There was no way he could go out, not looking like that. Not even saying that something got into his eye would save him. He needed to wait for a bit, until his face was dry at least. The dryer in the wall was not an option and there wasn’t any toilet paper left, so he just had to wait it out.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Shit. People wanted to use the toilet. Fuck, he needed time to think. He needed a plan. No, he needed Dan, and Dan wasn’t there. He was alone. Alone with his thoughts. Alone with—

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

“It’s occupied!” He yelled, trying to sound collected. He managed to say the entire sentence without his voice breaking. Maybe he’d be fine. Maybe—

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

“I-I’ll be out soon!” Now his voice did break. Oh no. How was he going to look in the eyes of whoever was waiting outside? They would know he’d been crying. They would know and this was a Youtubers party and everyone was filming and—

“Shit!” In his panicked state, he kicked his knee onto the toilet while trying to move… towards the door? As far away from it as possible? He didn’t know, he just needed to move. Now!

Phil’s own heartbeat was betraying him, he was sure whoever was outside could hear it as well. It didn’t matter that the music was so fucking loud, his hearbeat was now in his ears, banging his head. He shouldn’t have come. He should’ve gone to bed early. Hell, he should’ve stayed in London, or never left Manchester. Then, none of this would have ever happened and Dan, his Dan , would still be by his side, without any of this bullshit happening.

He reached for the sink again, turning on the tap. The water wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t hot either. It was just tepid. Still, he splashed some of it in his face. If he couldn’t dry his face, at least this was an excuse. He could say he lost his contact lens or that it irritated his eye and he needed to go back and take it out. It was a good plan. It would work. It—

It was quiet outside.

Nobody was knocking anymore.

Phil looked back at the mirror. He still looked like shit but, if he looked closer, he could see the boy he was six years ago. He could see the boy that had fallen in love with another boy and that, against all odds, had gotten the life he wanted. Dan and Phil. A duo, a pair. Like those cats in the shelter with a tag of “do not separate”. And now look at him. Alone at a party while Dan did God-knows-what with God-knows-who. It was just sad.

He looked back at the door. He knew what everyone would be saying. Loner, loser… He had been called all of that and more. He had taken worse. So, why couldn’t he take it now? The past few years, when YouTube got big and it became an actual job, he had always had Dan by his side. That’s what he was missing. The only one who understood him, who truly knew him well. Most of the people outside this room only knew his name, his online persona, the mask he put on for the world to see. He was so much more than that.

He took one last deep breath and reached for the door.

As he opened it, a person who was previously leaning against it fell into him. He would recognise him everywhere. Dan.

“Phil, are you okay? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said—” He stopped himself, as if he suddenly realised there were more people around them. “This party sucks. Wanna go to the room?”

Phil nodded. They began walking towards the elevators. Phil was still sad, still mad, still everything; but, as Dan linked their pinkies together, a new feeling emerged. The calm after the storm.

#fanfic #my fics #writing #angst #phan #phanfic #phandom #phanfiction #amazingphil #dan and phil #daniel howell

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lillyspeakz · 9 months ago

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Soothousebur meeting you at vidcon for the first time.

“Hold on lads, I’m getting a call..” Wil said as he pulled out his phone, walking away from the group as they looked around. He smiled down at the screen as it flashed with your name and a little animal that reminded him of you.

You and Wil had been friends for a bit now, both of you being in the music realm as well as streaming. You streamed more than him at the time, but he was getting into it, finding more tips and materials he needed.

When you told him you’d be going to vidcon that year, Wil was on cloud 9! He excited explained how the group planned on going as well, making a full on plan on how he’d get to meet you finally and see you in person and not over a shitty screen. You agreed with him, over the next couple months the plan being in full swing as the day finally came.

“Hello there.” Wil smiled as he placed the phone to his ear, looking around the room, hoping to see a glimpse of you. He’d been doing it all day, every room he walked in he looked for you, ready to run to you and take you in his arms. Yet no luck.

“Hi Wil! I’m finally here! The traffic was insane, we got stuck for a good 45 minutes. But we’re at the entrance, where are you guys?” You sounded like you were out of breath as you laughed at something the person beside you said. Wil knew you were bringing a friend so he wasn’t worried one bit, but it still sent a slight pang to his chest. “Wil?” You asked again, not hearing a response for a couple seconds.

“Oh sorry! We’re in the back.. we can start walking and meet you halfway?” Wil asked as he started to gather his things and waved the group over.

“Yeah! I’ll see you there.” You said, a smile evident in your voice as you started walking.

“See you darling.” Wil finished as you ended the call, smiling up at the group as they looked at him with confused grins.

“What’s got you all smiley Wilbur?” Dan asked as Wil flagged them to follow, falling in step with Wil’s quick steps.

“One of my best friends are here and I’m meeting them for the first time in person. Think of how crazy that is!” Wil giggled out as he jumped in his place, walking faster as he did.

“Wil slow down! I have small legs!” Jack complained as Wil realized he was speed walking, excitement taking over his body.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! But we’re almost there! Just a little longer.” Wil said as he walked with the group, head on a swivel, trying to lock his brown eyes with your own.

As he walked a couple more minutes, he finally saw you. Standing there with your head in your phone as you typed quickly, Wil feeling his phone ping as he lifted your head and looked the other direction.

Pulling out his phone he saw what you asked;

Here,, where are you?

Wil smiled down at his device as he quickly typed back;

Turn around.

Feeling your phone go off, you looked down at the text, quickly ignoring your friend as your body shot around to the other side of the room, a smile quickly forming as you saw everyone there. Including the 6 foot something man you called a best friend.

Tapping your friends arm, you quickly ran over to the bunch, smiling at all of them as you opened your arms, seeing Wilbur reciprocate.

“Rihanna!” You yelped as you ran into her arms, laughing with her as you both squeezed each other tightly. You felt bad, yes. But the waiting was worth it, and he deserved a long hug after this anyways.

Going around the circle of people, finally hugging the last person, someone cleared there throat behind you as you smiled and turned around, making eye contact with the man in question.

“I knew I was forgetting someone.” You joked as you walked closer to the man.

“I’m a little hurt darling…”

“Oh boo hoo..” you giggled out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his own wrapping around your waist and squeezing your body closer to his. He hid his face in your neck as your own was in his chest, hands running through his hair as his beanie fell off.

You both didn’t want to let go, finally being able to see each other and hug each other, knowing this wouldn’t last forever. Yes, you had a week with them all, but you and Wilbur silently wished you could stay there forever.

No one said anything about it, but everyone knew you guys had a deeper connection than anyone could comprehend. And no one needed to say anything, the group knowing that the two already knew.

“Ok… are we just going to stand here and watch these two or go on and keep looking?” Charlie asked as you and Wil both pulled away, Wilbur telling him to fuck off as he picked up his beanie, placing it back in his head.

Smiling down at you, Wilbur took your hand in his as he pulled you along with the rest of the group, your friend talking to Jack as they all walked.

“What do you say we go our own way yeah?” Wil whispered down at you, face close to yours as you turned to look at him, nose brushing against yours.

A quick blush made it’s way your body to your cheeks as you hide your face in his chest again, a laugh being let out from the man as you gently hit his arm.

“I’d love that, my own personal tour guide.” You said as you pulled him towards a section of the building, hand curling tighter around his.

“Gladly darling.” Wil smile down at you as he kissed your hand that was in yours, starting to ramble about everything that has happened.

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Anon Writes 1

You’re at a Smosh meet and greet at a con and when you and Angela lock eyes there’s just something™️ there. Later you’re on the con floor and you’re not really paying attention to where you’re walking, too busy looking at all the cool merch in the booths. You walk right into Angela. You basically become a stuttering mess. She flirts and you walk away with her number (ooorrrrr you walk with her to the nearest bathroom 😉)

Vidcon was something you both loved

Angela came into the living room carrying Spork wearing her Vidcon hoodie. You paused the show and looked at her in the kitchen cooing at Spork. “I like your hoodie.” She looked at you, “Hm I wonder why?”

Some people from Smosh were over for a game night and Angela insisted on bringing Spork to play. Courtney put her phone down, "Wait is Y/n the girl from vidcon you wouldn't shut up about all week?" Angela scoffed, "Why would you expose me like that!" Shayne laughed loudly. Keith demanded, "Okay now I need to hear this story."

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“Have a good day!” You told the guy who just bought a t-shirt from you at Vidcon. The floor was packed with people from different fandoms trying to get to their creators before they sold out of what they wanted. A couple people who didn’t know of your work stopped by, the sticker table catching their attention. You weren’t paying any mind to it until you heard a laugh that was too familiar to you. You turned around to see Angela and a few of the others from Smosh at the table next to yours. The panic set in when she looked at you and you made eye contact. Her face lit up, “Oh my god! Y/n! I love your work!” Your face started burning, you knew you got some traction but Smosh knowing you existed? You were a fangirl at heart. “Hi! I also love your work. Huge Smosh fan.” She approached your table and set her full attention on you. Angela was transfixed by your features. The way your cheeks moved when you smile, how your eyes lit up when you talked about your upcoming projects.

The 10 minute conversation felt like 10 seconds. Amanda walked over and grabbed her arm, “Hate to interrupt but we have a panel to get to.” Angela frowned, “Can I get your number or something so we can talk again this week?” Your heart stopped and you had to take a calming breath, “Of course, just text me!” She left you with the promise of getting drinks one night. The next night, your sitting at the hotel bar waiting for your friends to come down to walk to the party. Your phone buzzed on the bar and you set your glass down.

Angela

Going to the party?

Your cheeks lit up bright red. You picked up your phone and shot her back a text,

Yeah! I’m waiting for some friends to walk over together, be there soon

Angela

See you then pretty girl

Time frozen, and before you could fully process it your friends came around the corner. You were pulled from your seat and dragged out the door, still speechless. It was a bold move from her end. Unless she saw right through you, she had no way of knowing what your feelings or intentions were. You mind raced as the elevator doors to the roof opened and flashing lights caught your attention. After a shot of liquid courage and a song belted with your friends, you opened your phone,

Hey, I’m here. Are you here yet?

Angela

One sec, I think I see you, don’t move

You looked around hoping to find her too. Faces you recognized, random influencer, DJ, Chanse, Angela, your friends, wait. You snapped your head back around to see her waving at you, dodging and weaving through the crowd. She was more dressed up than usual, but still in her dirty white shoes. When she reached you her mouth fell open, “You look amazing.” You smiled and thanked her, “You also look fantastic.” You didn’t hesitate to check her out, but regretted it when you met her eyes, a knowing look on her face. “Do you want another drink?” You simply nodded and grabbed her arm, making her slightly chuckle.

A few more drinks in and the drinks have been long forgotten as you and Angela sat in a corner of the room on a couch, side by side, but face to face. Your legs thrown over hers. The corner was quiet enough to hear each other without others hearing. Angela swirled her glass of a watered-down vodka tonic, her attention fully on you, once again astonished at you. Angela could barely feel her legs but she wouldn’t dare say a word. “Actually moved to L.A. alone and just figured it out as I went. I had a plan but no real way to make it happen. I met a guy at a coffee shop because I complimented his mug and he gave me my first permanent job here.” Angela was awestruck, “That’s fucking awesome. That’s like the most Indie movie moment I have ever heard.” She put her hand on your knee, squeezing it. A jolt ran through you. Angela noticed how your breathing changed and you couldn’t look at her. “What’s so interesting over there beautiful?” She was laying it on THICK and you loved every second of it.

“I really think that smaller theatre production companies make some of the best work and it rarely gets any recognition purely because of the lack of A-list cast members-“ “Hey Ang!” Chanse yelled as he jogged/drunkenly stumbled over, “We’re all heading out and you know the rules.” Angela sighed, “Come together, leave together.” She looked at you, a genuine pout on her face. “You’re so precious.” It came out so smooth and warm, you couldn’t believe it left YOUR mouth. Angela smiled and looked down at her lap. You put your hand on hers, “Go, I would do the same. I’ll text you tomorrow?” She nodded, “Let me know when you get back?” Your turn to nod. She lifted your hands pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. You moved your legs as Chanse dramatically gagged. “You fucker,” Angela stood from the couch and smacked his arm, “I’ll see you Y/n.” You waved and watched them as they danced over to the rest of the group and Courtney hugged Angela.

You then stood looking for your own friends only to never find them. You checked their location to see them at the hotel, leaving you to walk back alone. You sighed and started back. You turned the corner into the hotel lobby and shivered from the AC. The lobby was still bustling with people drinking, playing games, filming, and getting extra pillows. As the elevator doors closed, you thanked the universe for the silence.

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"And that's when I found her in the elevator, by herself, tipsy. I was absolutely gut-wrenched that they left her by herself four blocks from the hotel." Angela squeezed your hand. "I remember rambling about how much I wish I had just asked her to walk with us." Courtney immediately sat up, "That is the best YouTube love story I have ever heard." Amanda raised her hand, "Yeah I agree. That was straight romcom." Courtney hugged Amanda and they dramatically cried. You chuckled at them. "No that's just fanfiction." Spencer chimed in, "I would know, I did the research for fanfic theatre." The group chuckled and Angela looked at you. 3 months later and she can’t focus when she looks at you.

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