A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown
Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my
favourites. It’s as painfully awkward as
any other YouTuber’s first video. He
sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and
the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing.
Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.
of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.
guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the
movement. “Welcome to the first video on
my channel!” He’s inserted a sound
effect of people cheering. I have to
laugh. It’s so damn cringe-worthy.
goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally,
it’s everyone’s favourite part.
are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera. My heart turns to mush.
new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.
my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera. “Come say hi!”
the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.
looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear
word. A door slams somewhere out of the
my new flatmate,” he tells us. “His name
is Baz. He’s kind of a prat.”
you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen.
“Just you wait.”
and Baz do not get along. At all.
much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon
posts more frequently. He often films in
the living room, which drives Baz insane.
don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.
lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.
I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”
ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs.
“Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”
old Baz. Sarcastic and full of
himself. They don’t appear to realize
it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.
by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel. At first we only hear him from off-screen,
offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say. Many of his comments are admittedly quite
mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out. Baz is the invisible heckler. Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship
of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new
ship. “SnowBaz” they call it, and before
long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I
ship it” and “OTP”.
not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself. It feels insensitive to me, shipping real
live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts. But even I can’t deny that the two of them
would be cute together. Provided they
stop hating each other.
Baz appears onscreen for the first time.
on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera. All we can see is long black hair. He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at
Simon’s words. Once he turns his head
further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin
of his face. This time the comments are
all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.
that he starts to appear more often.
Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a
book. He’s tall, and his hair reaches
his shoulders. The expression on his
face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves
for his heckling. It doesn’t take long
for people to start commenting on how attractive he is. Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in
his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.
Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video. Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in
the background, which Simon has to pixel out.
He’s gotten better at editing at this point.
Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers
exciting. The things that Simon finds
exciting are too cute for words. They
tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost
mundane but for some reason they excite him.
He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited. He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks,
glad to just be out. He’s gone to the
grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs. Those videos are some of the best ones. They bicker about everything from which kind
of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets. Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like
he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him. Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers
into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much
as he lets on.
there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for
anyone who ships the two of them. Simon
is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.
question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone. “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right
if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.
Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a
lot. I don’t know who the person is, but
we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”
you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight. “I’m trying to read over here.”
doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s
head more than once before the video is over.
I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it. Certainly every single one of his viewers
did, which is to say over a million people.
Perhaps love is completely daft.
I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted
to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream. Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and
I settle in to join the party. He’s in a
different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I
gather that it’s his room. It looks so
clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.
leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as
they flood in. He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response,
trying to return as many of them as possible.
got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a
few more questions first.” He’s quiet
for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream. “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was
messaging you so much?’” He pauses
before answering. “Funny you should ask,
because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk
about.” He shifts on his bed. “I have a bit of an announcement -”
door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.
start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”
are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.
filming a live show,” Simon tells him.
He seems… nervous?
live show, eh?” Baz strolls over and –
wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon. We’ve never seen him this close to the
camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.
also never seen him this close to Simon before.
heart kicks up a notch. I’ve fallen down
the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely. I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go
into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity. With a click I maximize the screen, blocking
the other comments from my view. I want
to see every pixel of this.
was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his
hands in his lap.
Baz nods, apparently understanding. “Go
on, then. Carry on, Simon.”
Did he just call him Simon?
He never calls him Simon!
“I can’t do it if
you’re here!” Simon protests.
gives a shrug. “Then I’ll tell them.”
takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.
scream into my pillow.
and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.
practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently
still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth. It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced
the internet with, and it’s not even for us.
tearing up, I’m so happy for them.
lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera.
“That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there. Don’t think we don’t know.” He winks.
He fucking winks.
then he leaves.
turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy. He grins sheepishly.
yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”
let’s never forget that we turned a movie about a few 1899 new york newspaper boys, into the global sensation that it is today.
-we convinced disney to turn a box office failure into a regional stage production. making it the most requested stage adaptation of its time.
-we again convinced them to take that small regional show to broadway for a limited run of 101 performances in 12 weeks.
-we showed them that the run deserved to be extended after making it the fastest disney theatrical production to turn a profit – $5 million in just 7 months. ultimately leading to an open ended run.
-with the announcement that the broadway run would come to a close after 1,005 performances in 2 ½ years, we convinced disney to send the production on the road for their first national tour.
-the tour was expected to run for 43 weeks, traveling to 25 cities. but again we showed disney that those newsboys deserved more, and the tour was brought to 65 cities across the US and Canada, performing a total 784 shows over 2 years.
-again, upon the announcement of the tour conclusion, we begged for more, and again disney heard our voice. they responded the announcement of a live capture recording of the show.
-with the original three day theatrical release, the show grossed a total of $3.5 million, making it the second highest grossing theatrical release. following that success, disney announced a fourth encore screening.
-after much support, disney has officially announced a digital release of the live capture for may 23rd!
-thank you newsies for giving us something to believe in, and thank you fansies for carrying the banner and letting this legacy live on once and for all!
Warnings: SMUTTT HA!, Papi kink, jealous!Ant, slight choking, swearing probably uhhh that’s it I think
A/N: I apologise in advance for my horrible attempt at smut, even though I haven’t even written it yet HA + my english, since im german lmaooo and sorry that I made everyone wait so long for this I’m a lazy cunt okay BYE
“This is it, I give up.”
Here you were, about to be Maria Reynolds (and Peggy) for the first time after Jasmine left. You could hardly believe what you heard when Lin came in a while ago to inform you about your promotion from being an understudy. But you weren’t the only one who was thrilled to find out. Your ever so supportive boyfriend Anthony, who also happened to have a double role in the play, had been helping you get ready for your big moment, too. And today was your time to shine.
You angrily snapped the top of your red lipstick back onto the little stick of pure evil, removing the product from your lips and started applying it again. You were so concentrated on making sure it was right, that you didn’t notice your boyfriend sneaking into your shared dressing room and sighing when he closed the door.
“Y/N, it looks fine, you gotta be out there in 7 minutes”, he said, slowly walking over to you. He took hold of your hips and started rubbing small circles through the red dress.
You shook your head and pried his hands off of you.
“No, Papi, can’t you see I’m busy. I’m not going to mess up my first big show.”
Anthony mumbled something inaudible and opened the door again, turning back once more to wish you luck. You knew he was going to wait next to the stage anyways.
You were nervous to say the least, but the second you felt Anthony’s hand drop from the small of your back when you walked on stage, every thought slipped away and you were finally able to get into character completely. Lin had left the cast a week prior and Javier was in charge of playing Hamilton, which made the whole sexual choreography a bit easier. Anthony wouldn’t be jealous, you thought, Javier was gay.
So while you were up on stage, kissing him, slowly guiding J’s hands up and down your body and letting your head fall back onto his shoulder, you missed Anthony glaring at the two of you. You had left him quite aroused after he had caught you with the red lipstick. And being angry and horny is an interesting combination.
After your performance of ‘Say No To This’, you went to check on your boyfriend, who was now sitting patiently in your dressing room, waiting for you to return. His face was unreadable, but his erection was very visible through the fabric of his pants. You grinned, “You know, Javier is really good at kissing women, doesn’t that surprise you?”
Anthony growled quietly, but you acted like you didn’t hear it, turning to face him and continuing.
“Papi, you have to be on stage in 5 minutes, what are you still doing here?”, you said innocently, standing in front of your mirror again, this time removing your lipstick completely so it wouldn’t smudge and quickly took off your dress, getting into your outfit for the ending later.
Your boyfriend got up slowly, but he didn’t say anything until he was right behind you, leaning in so his lips brushed over your ear when he spoke.
“That’s enough time to get you all warmed up and squirming until I’m back, baby girl.”
You shivered under his touch on you, moaning softly when the warmth of his body pulled away. He smirked, pulling on your arm so you were looking at him. Anthony kissed you deeply, you responded with the same force and felt him staggering backwards until you two reached the couch, you straddling him. Then suddenly you felt the hand that was on your ass before release it and your wrists getting tied together behind your back by some shirt Anthony had found. He bit your bottom lip softly and you felt your panties dampening, when he flipped you around so you were the one with your back on the tiny couch. Your boyfriend pulled away briefly and took in your body, making you shiver with anticipation.
“Too bad I can’t undress you, but I can make you wait for it”, he whispered, and started pulling down your pants and underwear at the same time.
“Oh, you’re already so wet for me baby girl, and i haven’t even done anything.”
Your boyfriend quickly slid two fingers into you, making you moan loudly. His one hand went up to your throat, and he pressed down on it lightly, choking you so you wouldn’t be able to make as much noise. “We don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?”, he said winking. Anthony sunk down and latched his mouth onto your clit, toying with it and slamming his fingers into you at the same time. “Fuck, papi,” you managed to say, before he came back up to kiss you. You both fought for dominance for a second, but the kiss was cut off by the announcer yelling ‘RAMOS, YOU’RE UP!’ through the door. Anthony sighed, pulling out his fingers, making you whimper, but Anthony held them up to your mouth and watched you lick them. He smirked and waved his hand almost mockingly, as he mumbled “Oh no, now everyone’s gonna know how hard you made me”, but just loud enough for you to hear. You followed him with your eyes as he slipped out the door, locking it, leaving you helpless and half naked. You groaned, knowing it would only take about 2 minutes until he got back, but you were still not having it. As you tried to calm down you thought of Anthony being hard on stage right now, so you listened to the soft music playing the live show and you could swear his voice sounded a bit strained. You smirked knowingly and leaned back, simply waiting for him to get back and finish what you started.
Gorillaz phase one live sounds so amazing!! I also adore that the voice actors for the characters are very involved in this live show, I haven’t seen that before? it makes me so damn happy like they’re actually playing live for real, if there’s more live shows like this pls let me know lol
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- his curly hair
- the diMPLE
- when he rambles about smth he cares about
- his lanky bod
- his crinkly eyes
- that little pink patch on his jaw
- he’s so SOFT
- when he plays piano (and I die)
- his loud hyena cackle
- when he says some shit like “my soul is black” but then giggles and says smth rlly sweet and ur like yeah right next
- the way he made asking for consent a part of his branding
- he’s all about the flavours and textures and dips he’s such a foodie
- his soft encouraging live show endings
- the whiny baby voice
- that shriek that turns into hysterical laughter during spooky week
- when he falls off chairs
- the way he gets emotionally attached to everything
- his extensive vocabulary
- how much he loves pooh bear
- the way he gets so competitive but still laughs about it so it’s still cute
- when he talks about fashion and also boys
- “gender rolls are the worst kind of bread”
- “everything is meaningless therefore everything has a meaning live the best life you can”
- when he looks rlly small in a baggy shirt or jumper
- saying smth cheeky and then winking
- the fact that he learned to accept parts of himself and he’s still in the process of loving himself and encourages everyone else to do the same
Can you do something where Harry has a father/daughter moment with Lily Luna? Like maybe she gets in a fight and he gives her some fatherly advice?
A/N: On a roll! But this is probably the end of the roll because school work etc now ha! There’s always next weekend though. I tried very hard to be parental in this fic but I’m not a parent so grain of salt hehe
Harry’s hanging his cloak when Ginny’s arms wrap around him
from behind and she presses a kiss to his shoulder. “Our daughter came home with a black eye
He tamps down on the shock of distress that shoots down his
spine at Ginny’s laughing tone. If she’s
joking it can’t be that bad. “All better?”
Ginny hums against his back.
“Aye. Can’t say the same for the
“Cage matches at the kiddie park now?” Harry asks, turning
to wrap his arms around her waist and leaning back against the deep wood of the
If he listens closely, Albus and James’ voices trickle out
of the living room, debating some show they’re watching on the telly, but it
sounds like two of his children aren’t feeling violent today so he
refocuses. “Are we going to have a
parent issue? With the other kid?”
They move to the kitchen where the smell of roast chicken is
strong enough to make Harry’s mouth water and Ginny smirks at him as he
snatches a still warm roll from the covered basket she has waiting for dinner. “Mum sent those over. Knows we’ve had a busy week and those are
He moans in approval.
“She’s getting an extra Christmas gift this year.”
Ginny laughs as she prods the green beans where they’re
boiling on the stovetop. “To answer your
question, no problem with the parents.
Since their kid punched too they decided to be reasonable people and we
all just left.”
“She gets this from your family.”
“Do you really want to go there, Potter?” Ginny drawls,
sharpening the carving knife and putting it far from the reach of grabby hands.
“Touché,” Harry answers with a smirk that turns to a frown
when Ginny slaps his hand away from the rolls.
“Do we know what started the row?”
Pausing as she pulls the dishes from the cabinets, Ginny
shrugs. “She was pretty tight lipped on
the way home. Wanted to leave her for a
bit. I did say no dessert though.”
Harry kisses her cheek as he passes, moving toward the
stairs. “I’ll be back in time for
Waving her understanding, Ginny calls out, “Twenty
minutes! And no shoes in the bedrooms!”
Boots abandoned in the entryway, Harry jogs up the stairs,
laughing faces following him from behind picture frames as he goes. He pulls a face at the miniature George that
sticks his tongue out but schools his features once he reaches Lily’s
door. It’s remarkably bare, save the
Harpies lanyard that dangles from the knob.
With two short knocks, Harry announces his entry and peeks
through the partially opened door.
“Anybody in there?”
Lily’s curled up on her side, back to him, but he can tell
from her breathing pattern she’s still awake.
It’s one of those weird parent things he never really believed would
happen to him, but he’s somehow memorized each of his children’s breathing
patterns – he knows how they breath when they’re awake, asleep, sick, angry.
And that’s what his youngest is right now. Angry.
“Can I come in Sprite?”
She twists around and nods ever so slightly, ears red like
Not looking a gift horse in the mouth, Harry enters the room
and settles on the bed behind her, fingers carding through her trademark
Weasley red hair. “Alright?”
An answer comes in the form of a jerky shoulder shrug, but
he presses on nonetheless. “Heard you
had an exciting day at the park.”
History of Our Worlds-Thor Odinson x Reader (One Shot)
(A/N: I decided to try out my first one shot. I’m so used to writing long stories though, I’m not sure how this will turn out. Remember you can request anything you would like, just message me.)
Summary: (Y/N) loves her history, she finds it fascinating that almost everything throughout time had been recorded. However she also loves what people believed in such as gods, so when she meets one in real life she can’t help but fangirl a little.
Characters: Thor Odinson x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (platonic)
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name
Warnings: Just fluffyness
“Watching another documentary (Y/N)? What’s it about this time?” Wanda’s voice rang through the living room.
I paused the tv show, looking up at her from the sofa.“Just about Greek Mythology. And I don’t watch that many, do I?”
“Every time I walk in here you’re watching something to do with history.” she sat down next to me.
“I can’t help it. It’s just so interesting! How has humanity been able to record so much history down but yet there’s still so many mysteries out there?”
She chuckled before looking towards the tv. I resumed the programme as we sat in silence. The narrator continued to explain the many Greek gods that were worshipped and what they symbolised. I was surprised that Wanda stayed for so long, maybe she was actually interested. As the show neared the end, a fellow Avenger entered the room. In my peripheral vision I spotted Thor walk in.
“Lady Maximoff, Lady (Y/L/N), may I join you?” his deep voice boomed throughout the room.
“Of course you can.” I smiled as he settled into the single armchair.
Thor Odinson, the myth, the legend, the demi-god. He was a lovely man, despite his touch exterior he was so sweet and clueless about our world. He was always wanting to learn about Earth though it didn’t always go so well. One time I was trying to show him how the toaster worked; he got too confident and slammed the lever down, breaking it. We didn’t have toast for a week. For some reason Thor always came to me when wanting to learn more. Perhaps it was because I too was always studying Earth’s past. But why not go to someone like Tony about technology? I was like Steve when it came to those things, it was as if I was from the 1940s too.
I had refrained myself from bombarding him with questions about Asgard. Norse mythology was another fascination of mine. And the fact that he was proof that it was real made me more excited to investigate further. But I didn’t want him to think I was a weirdo, obsessing over him. We were good friends, I didn’t want to scare him away.
The fact that he was drop dead gorgeous too was not at all intimidating.
“These people, why did they worship such gods?” Thor suddenly asked.“There are just too many.”
“It’s just what people believed in. It helped them with their lives. If you think there’s too many Greek ones, the Romans had a god for cupboards called Penates.” I briefly explained.
“Really?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.
“How do you retain all of this information Lady (Y/L/N)? Your knowledge must be very expanded.”
How was I blushing over that sentence?
“I-I don’t know. It j-just stays there I guess.” I stuttered like a hopeless fool.
Wanda tried to suppress her giggles. I glared at her as the credits rolled up. She smiled sweetly at me before leaving the room. I sighed, stopping the programme and almost deleting the recording when Thor cried out.
“No! Please Lady (Y/L/N), do not remove the entertainment of the gods, I would very much like to watch it myself from the beginning.”
It made my heart swell that he wanted to so desperately watch the programme. He was too much for me. How was it that I could spend so much time with him yet always become flustered at random times? Thor stood from his seat and instead next to me.
“Lady (Y/L/N), if it would not be too much trouble, may I ask you to teach me how to work this magic box? Brother Steven tried to show me yesterday but he too was not all knowing.”
My eyes furrowed together as he spoke.
He pointed to the tv.“What do you midgardians call it? A….a television?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Oh, um, I’m not too good with tehnology myself but I’ll try to explain it.”
We spent the next half hour exploring the tv and how it worked. Although it was tedious for me (seeing as I clearly knew how to use one) I watched Thor intensely as he struggled to control the remote with his huge hands. He was so handsome. How had he not gotten married yet? Did they have old fashioned weddings on Asgard where it was arranged? Did he have someone special already? I bet their celebrations are beautiful.
“Thor?” his name escaped my lips before I could stop myself.
His blue eyes looked into mine.“Yes Lady (Y/L/N)?”
“Could you maybe…it doesn’t matter, I don’t want to bother you.”
“Please tell me.” He set down the remote as his full attention turned to me.
I started to ramble as my nerves grew.“Um..I was just wondering if you could tell me about Asgard? You wouldn’t have to go into much detail if you didn’t want to. I’ve read books and watched shows about it, but I’m sure it would be better coming from someone who lives there. It just sounds like a wonderful place.”
He sighed.“And it is. But alas, I cannot tell you about it.”
My face fell into a sad frown.“Oh, sorry I asked. Here I’ll show you how to record a show-”
His hand grabbed mine.“I cannot tell you about my home now, it must be over dinner.”
“Yes, that is the condition.” His cheeky grin appeared.
I giggled, not believing that he was asking me out. It was so smooth as well. As my mind tried to process it, I could see Thor waiting for an answer.
“Then how could I say no?”
(A/N: So how was it? Thought I would start with a Marvel one, it’s one of my favourite things to write about. Let me know if you want more and remember you can request something.)