✨ 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙺 ✨ [NSR x reader]

✧ Yeah, having friends is kinda cool. ✧

I just realized how many weird time gaps and holes (Y/N)'s backstory haS LMFAOOO  don't pay attention to that

i can't find the goddamn artist to the art above even though it makes me   wheeze every time i see it link me HELP

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(S/N)! I would like to ask you a few questions! Are you really the creator of Bunk Bed Junction? What will you do now that your district was lost to them?"

"Hah? How did you guys get in here!?"

That persistent reporter had caught you downstairs from your penthouse retrieving your mail. In your morning clothes. In the afternoon. With a team of cameramen. He ignored your concerns and went on with his questions.

"Are you on Bunk Bed Junction's side? What will you do with your career?"

"Enough! Sure, I created Bunk Bed Junction years ago, but I had no part in destroying my colleague's careers!"  You fumed, bothered that your afternoon was being ruined already. "Mayday, Zuke, I know you're watching this,"  You pointed at the camera in your face. "You have to stop this. Please. You don't know the damage you're causing to us and Vinyl City. This music revolution you're leading is-"

"Ugh!" Mayday grunted as she punched Zuke's TV for the third time, her fist going clean through as sparks went flying.

"Great, you're replacing that." Zuke sighed.

"Sorry! I just-! Grahh!" Mayday growled in frustration. "We see (Y/N) after all these years, and now they're a terribly devoted NSR artist! I bet Tatiana had something to do with them!"

"But you said you were glad to see them?"

"I am! But that doesn't mean I can't be angry!"

"Look, (Y/N) is doing what makes them happy. Isn't that all we want?"

"I guess- But... But- Ugh!"

After shooing away the reporter and his crew, you rushed inside your house and slammed the door behind you, gripping your mail in one hand and a facepalm dragging your face down with the other.

Last night felt like it wasn't even real.

Despite you begging them not to take your disc, they still did. And now their music was playing in your streets. They had (D/N). Though it was kind of relieving to reveal yourself to them, apparently security cameras and a news helicopter caught everything. And those damn videos were being spread all over the internet, everyone in Vinyl City knew who you were now, and every news channel must have been talking about it. Yeah, no social media today.

At least you and (P/N) were fine, you both just needed to rest the entire day today. But your missing arm prosthetic bothered you every second as you did regular things with one arm once more.

"SHIT!" You screamed as you dropped your cup of tea on the floor, avoiding the shattered pieces sliding across it. You slammed your fist onto the counter, wincing when you hit a bruise on your hand. "Dammit!"

This day could not get any worse.

Ding dong.

Your doorbell rang while you were in the middle of picking up glass shards. You grunted and threw the ones you picked up into the trash, still leaving a mess in the kitchen.

Throwing the door open, you were about to go nuts.

"If it's one more damn reporter I swear I'm going to-!"