dream smp x reader : oneshots

↳ ❝ you ain't shit ❞

Request?: nah
Irl or minecraft?: irl
Type: i'm not even sure anymore
Length: medium ish

Summary: since she's doing a gig at twitchcon, y/n's ex just happens to be there...
(a/n: 100% based off the song ain't shit by doja cat :) [this is in reference to the performance she did at lollapalooza 2022 in chile if you wanna watch it to know the vibe :)])
(also, ik twitchcon is in july/october, i was just rewatching vods and got this idea LMAO)
(also also, i wrote almost all of this while stoned, so if any of it seems different from my normal writing, that's why)

(i wrote this in the middle of the bigger piece, which'll be posted tmrw, so idk... i enjoyed writing this but it didn't fit super well. enjoy?)
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you stood on the stage you were given, mic in hand, catching your breath just after performing one of your songs. you spoke to some of the band members, moving the mic away from your mouth. you looked at some of the guests that were at the convention center, looking at the fans that were in front of you, and the creators that stood on the sidelines. you saw streamers you recognized, and others you didn't, though that wasn't super important. 

it was only important when you saw a certain dumb, cheater blonde. he stood next to a bunch of his friends, as they walked by your set. you watched as he gestured them towards the set and you smirked as they all spoke with each other. 

you grabbed your water and took a sip, before continuing on with the set.

"damn, oh ma gawd. y'all are amazin' right 'bout now. before we go on, give it up for dj!" the fans clapped. "everyone say 'go dj!'" the crowd yelled back at you in a loose yell. "one more time! 'go dj!'" they yelled it back once again. "dj you the shit. you the shit in the us but you the shit here too." the crowd screamed as you clapped for your drummer. "but do y'all know what ain't shit?" the crowd screamed as you smirked, and the music came on. you sang along to your song, almost partying on stage. between the lights and the music, you were living your moment. you loved every moment of being on stage preforming the song you wrote about your ex who sat in the crowd with his friends. you tried not to sing it at him, but you knew that he knew, and that only made you happy; that blond bitch needed to be put back in his place.

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you screamed the lyrics to the songs that
followed, keeping your energy high, and
making sure you had fun.  you loved every
moment of singing the songs, because 90%
of them could be connected to the man who 
was up his own ass in the crowd. every time 
you looked over, his stare tried to cut through
you, but it didn't do shit, instead making you
cockier that this bitch thought he was better
than you once upon a time. 

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"thank you twitchcon! y'all have been the shit, i swear to gawd." the crowd cheered once again, making you laugh. "alright alright," you tried to calm down the audience. "i'll be going over to the meet and greet line, so you guys can all go down over there alright?!" yet another scream followed. "and then creators, you guys get to wait until after the meet and greet, when you guys can come round 'nd we can chat for a bit longer." a scream from what you could guess was the creators. "i'll be over at the meet and greet line in about 15 minutes, so you guys pile in, and i'll  be there!" 

you waved as you saw the lights go down, and you walked off stage. you walked backstage to where your meet and greet line was, and talked to the security for a mere moment, before walking out. 

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you then did 2 and a half hours of pictures.
it was all the same shit:

a greeting, a compliment, a returned compliment,
a picture, a hug and then it was on to the next kid.

you loved it, but you were looking forward to the
creator line more than anything.

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 you went through a bunch of creators before getting
to ones you recognized more. but the last group of
people in line were the ones that made your day

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you looked at the group of boys in front of you.

there was the entirety of the crew boys. you smirked, you knew you weren't bout to let this bitch have the best of you. 

"hey clay, long time no see."

he glared bullets, but they were still blocked by the dropped fucks you had lost. "i see you've let yourself go..."

"go where? on tour? yeah." he glared bullets again; bros eyes were basically malfunctioning ak47s. you laughed. "you ain't shit okay? you keep tryin though. 'm sure you havin fun with this whole shebang." you gestured to his person. 

"excuse me?"

"you heard me; you. ain't. shit." he stormed off, leaving you with his friends. you looked over to them. "you guys gonna start an argument too? or do you want a picture?" an awkward silence followed.  "alright well. you guys continue being awkward, quiet, and weird, and im gonna go back to my band and my boyfriend." and with that you left, to talk to people worth your time. 

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wordcount: 940

wrote: march.24.2023