summary: an unexpected invite to the tom simons vlog, but only your crush could make you fail the challenge, just from his casual behaviour making you spit in the wrong place.
contains: -swearing -sexual references
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A day full of cum jokes and cock jokes is always a good one if you are in the right mood for it, what do you expect when you are the only girl in a room full of 'immature men'. Wil keeps going on about how he's been recording vlogs for the 'Tom Simons' channel non-stop recently, whereas i've only been invited to one, which I wasn't complaining about. With most my friends out the way, especially Wil it's a chance to work on other things.
Today, I was just here for the fun of it, I had no intention of being featured in this vlog, even though I knew i could be seen in some shots behind the white curtain. It was an 'irl you laugh you lose' and it was chaos from backstage where I sat. Wil, Tommy, Ranboo, Charli, being the 'Dream SMP' members should be used to reading from scripts, but when it comes to memorising most of them are too forgetful to get it exactly right. Having little costume changes took most the stress away, allowing us to actually have fun.
I watched from behind the curtain. Everyone had water in their mouth sat in a row except for James and Tommy. James had a tatty black wig on and shuffled around on his knees as a toddler would while the other 'supervised' him. The skit was James feeding the group like animals ending off with hugging Ranboo referring to him as 'daddy'. It was the final one before the scores were counted, that's what they said.
They all stayed in shot after the skit was over just changing their positions, all but Wil. He came over to me, tossing me his bottle of water he was using for the vlog.
"You wanna do one round?" he asked as he towered over me.
"I thought that was the last skit?" I responded, looking directly up at him.
"We'll improvising for this one," he explained, a smile forming at both ends of his mouth as he spoke to me.
I looked to the floor thinking, fiddling with the bottle cap of the bottle Wil just tossed me. If I participated just once it would explain to the viewers why I was there in the first place. Most of them assume me and Wil are a couple, which is true, just not public to the fans yet, or any time soon.
"Sure!"
He lead me to the seats and I sat down on one, drinking a mouthful of water and holding it in my mouth. Bill on a seat next to me, also with a mouth full of water. He laughs at almost anything said and done, however I am almost the opposite, but once Wil says something remotely funny i'm cracked.
Wil left as Tommy entered wearing a blonde wig he's been wearing for many of the skits along with Charlie and Ranboo. I was hoping I wasn't going to laugh and I didn't. Bill spat his water out twice and i was still there. My cheeks were getting sore for how long I had been holding the water in them.
"How do we make her laugh?" Tommy said in the distance as he disappeared behind the curtain.
James stood behind me irritatingly poking my head with both his index fingers. It was a lie to say I was bored, I was entertained by them losing hope in trying to make me laugh. I head some rustling behind the curtain, it was the familiar sound of the construction trolly the group had been using. Tommy and Charlie came out from behind the curtain, along with Wil, who stood up straight in the trolly.
"We are releasing the final boss," Tommy announced dramatically.
Shit. They spun the trolly around allowing Wil to get out and walk towards me, putting both and on the chair arm-rests are staring straight at me with a blank face. James still stood behind me now poking rhythms on my head. The sides of my mouth were already turning upwards just from that. I decided to pull an annoyed face at the musician, shaking my head slightly. He chuckled -the really attractive one he does where he doesn't even open his mouth- and tapped me slightly on the nose.
I spat out my water right in front of me over him, I didn't even get a chance to move my head out the way. The entire room let out a burst of laughter, including Wil, even though the water seeped through his white shirt exposing splodges of his skin. Embarrassed, I hid my face in my hands, endlessly apologising to him. I felt really fucking bad.
Wil hysterically laughed, trying to minimise the water using his sleeve to wipe it off. I was laughing, crying and endlessly apologising still, there was nothing else I could do.
"It's good, it's good," Wil responded as he ran behind the curtains and out the room.
"What did he think was going to happen?" I joke, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes.
"The bit hadn't even started yet," said Charlie.
"We should've done the end result before you spat all over him," Tommy belted.
