#ler!simon farnaby

[simplee-dreaming]

The Ratings

A/N: This was a Six Idiots fic requested by @lokihasadaughter. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1323

Summary: The reader rates Ben and Simon's Ghosts characters poorly, so they seek revenge.

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“Hello hello! How is everyone?” You said to your phone. “I got bored so I thought I’d go live.”

You were alone in your home. Today was your day off from filming the next series of Ghosts, but you were so bored you just had to talk to someone. And what better way to do that than a live stream?

Whilst you waited for more people to join the stream, you decided to make a cup of tea.

“How am I? I’m okay, thank you! Haven’t done much today except binge TV and sleep,” you joked as you read out a comment.

The kettle finally boiled and you watched the comments roll through as you let your tea brew.

“When’s the next series of Ghosts out? Well, we’re currently filming it so we don’t have a release date yet but I’m sure that will be announced in the next few months or so,” you took the teabag out of the mug and gave it a stir before taking it, and your phone, back into the living room.

“What’s it like working with the Horrible Histories cast? Um, awful. They’re all mean people,” you laughed. “Nah, I joke. They’re all lovely people and I’m so thrilled to be working with my childhood heroes.”

You took a sip of tea and watched as more questions came flooding in.

“No, Ben isn’t gay...at least not as far as I know,”

“Yes they used a real pigeon during the first series,”

“Which actor is most like their character? Hm, that’s an interesting question. I’m gonna have to say Robin because Larry likes to think he’s wise but just ends up talking a load of gibberish,” you were met with a load of laughing emojis as you chuckled into your drink.

“Can you rate each ghost out of 10? Ooh, now this sounds fun. Okay um…I’d give Fanny a 6 out of 10, because she is funny but boy she would get on my nerves; Thomas would be a 7 out of 10, he’s such a romantic but can be a bit stalkerish; Kitty is a solid 9 out of 10, who doesn’t think she’s adorable?; Mary is an 8 out of 10, she’s just brilliant and I feel sorry for her; I’ll give Robin a 9 out of 10 because he genuinely is quite wise and you can tell he cares; Humphrey is a 7 out of 10, I would give him higher if he was in it more but he seems a decent bloke; of course Pat has to be a 10 out of 10, he’s always there for everyone and I just want to give him a hug; umm Julian I’ll rate a 2 out of 10, such an awful MP; and Cap I’ll rate a 3 out of 10, far too naggy...and that’s not only on screen,” you winked at the camera.

You answered a few more questions before you realised you had been live for well over an hour. So you decided to call it quits and say goodbye. Thanking everyone for joining, you stopped the live stream and decided to get ready for bed.

The next day, you arrived on set feeling well rested. You said hello to everyone you passed and put your stuff in your normal dressing room. You jumped a little when there was a knock at the door.

“Good morning Y/N,” Ben said as he stepped into your dressing room.

“Ah! Good morning, Cap!” You saluted.

“How was your night?”

“It was boring. Watched a few films, doodled a bit, did a livestream,”

“Oh, I’m well aware of the live stream,”

“You watched it?”

“We both watched it,” Simon said, entering the room.

“Oh really?”

“Didn’t you see our names pop up?” Ben asked.

“No. Must’ve gotten lost in all the comments I got. You know, because I’m so famous,” you replied, flicking your hair. Simon and Ben exchanged a look.

“So..remind us again of your ratings?” Simon asked, stepping towards you.

“Ratings?”

“The ratings that you assigned to our characters,” Ben responded, stepping forward too.

“Oh. Those ratings,”

“So, I’m an awful MP am I?” Simon asked.

“And I’m far too naggy?” Ben asked.

You giggled nervously.

“Well, yeah. If Julian and Cap were real people, they would get on my nerves the most,” you shrugged. Ben and Simon exchanged a look.

“We’d get on your nerves, eh?” Ben asked.

“Well no, not you two. But your characters,”

“Hm. Was it not you who said I was naggy off screen too?” He asked.

“Ah. Well. Um…”

You stepped backwards as Ben and Simon slowly approached you. You couldn’t think of a quick comeback. As you took another step backwards, you fell over the chair leg and landed on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked, rushing to your aid.

“Yes, yes. I’m fine!”

“Good,” Ben and Simon said in unison. They suddenly sprang into action and Ben started tickling your tummy whilst Simon scribbled under your knees.

“WHOA HEHEY WAHAIT!” You cried.

“Not until you apologise,” Ben squeezed up and down your sides and you threw your head back and screamed. Your hands latched onto his arms as he tickled up and down your sides and across your lower tummy. You kicked your legs out frantically as Simon squeezed your knees and thighs.

“GUHUHUYS WAIT!” You fell into a loud laughter, in shock from the sudden attack.

“Simon! Get her feet! That’s her weak spot,” Ben instructed. Simon nodded and sat on your legs, pinning you down.

“NONONONONO SIMON NO!”

Simon leant forward and took off both of your shoes. With a single finger on each hand, he dragged a nail up the soles of your feet. You shrieked.

“Blimey, if I get that response from a single finger then you’re screwed,” he teased. He suddenly launched into his attack, wasting no time in scribbling all ten fingers into your feet. You screamed loudly and tried to wiggle your feet away, but you were trapped under Simon. He laughed evilly as he scraped his nails up and down your soles

Ben looked at you and giggled at your weak state.

“Ready to apologise yet?”

“NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Suit yourself,”

Ben lifted up your top slightly before grabbing your arms and pinning them to your sides. You knew exactly what he was planning.

“BEHEN NOHO!”

He drew in a dramatically deep breath before blowing a giant raspberry on your tummy. You screamed louder than before. He giggled into your stomach as he blew another raspberry, the vibrations from his giggling making the sensation 10x worse.

“Awww, poor Y/N, so so ticklish,” he teased, lifting his head up just to awe at you.

“Get her again, she hasn’t apologised yet,” Simon piped up, now holding one foot down with one hand and using his other hand to scribble deep into your sole and across your toes.

“Nomnomnomnom,” Ben nibbled gently on your tummy, after blowing another giant raspberry.

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOP!”

“Apologise first,” Ben said, releasing your arms to dance his fingers across your tummy again.

“OHOHOKAY I’M SOHOHORRY!” You screamed.

“You’re what? Can’t hear you over all the screaming,” Simon teased, clawing at your feet.

“I’M SORRY!” You screamed louder.

Ben and Simon stopped instantly and climbed off of you. You sat up slowly and glared at them both.

“Was that necessary?” You asked.

“Absolutely, we needed to get an apology out of you,” Ben replied.

“You didn’t ask for an apology before you attacked me,”

“Didn’t we? Oh. Well, we got one anyway,” Simon responded. You glared again but couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so annoying, you know that right?”

“Someone’s gotta keep you in check,” Ben shrugged. “Now come on, we’ve got filming to do.”

Ben and Simon helped you up off the floor and walked with you on to the set. Little did they knowing you were planning another live stream that evening...