{----This one was a request,a very good one may i say. :), Requests are Open, by the way :)---}
Y/N took a deep breath as they stepped into the Smosh studio for the first time. The walls were adorned with colorful posters and memorabilia, and the infectious energy of the crew buzzed in the air. Despite the excitement, a familiar wave of insecurity washed over them.
What am I doing here? Y/N thought. I don't belong with these talented people.
They watched as Ian and Anthony joked around, Chanse and Courtney shared a laugh, and Shayne animatedly acted out a scene with Amanda. Y/N's heart sank. They're all so talented. What if I mess up?
As the day progressed, Y/N felt the weight of their self-doubt grow heavier. Every time they were asked to contribute to a sketch, the words got stuck in their throat. They forced smiles and tried to join in, but the feeling of being an outsider gnawed at them.
"Hey, Y/N!" Shayne called out, breaking them from their thoughts. "You ready for your scene?"
Y/N forced a smile, their stomach churning. "Yeah, totally!"
But when the cameras started rolling, the anxiety bubbled to the surface. They stumbled over their lines, feeling the laughter of the others pierce through them like daggers. The weight of their self-esteem issues pressed down, and suddenly, everything felt too much.
Y/N stepped away, heart racing, breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. They leaned against a wall, feeling the room spin around them. What's wrong with me? they thought, panic surging through their body. They could hear the distant sounds of laughter, but it felt like they were in a bubble, completely detached.
"Y/N?" A familiar voice broke through the haze. It was Shayne, concern etched on his face. He approached slowly, aware of the storm brewing in their eyes.
"Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "Just breathe with me, alright?"
Y/N shook their head, unable to find the words. Shayne moved closer, his presence warm and reassuring. He started to breathe deeply, and Y/N instinctively mirrored him. Inhale... exhale... the rhythm began to settle their racing heart.
"I know this is new and it can feel overwhelming," Shayne continued, his voice steady. "But you're not alone, okay? We all struggle sometimes."
Y/N finally looked up at him, tears pooling in their eyes. "I just feel like I don't belong here... like I'm not good enough."
"Y/N, that's not true. Everyone here has felt that way at some point. You're talented and you bring something special to the group," Shayne reassured, placing a hand on their shoulder. "It's okay to feel anxious, but don't let it define you."
The warmth of his words wrapped around Y/N like a comforting blanket. They took another deep breath, feeling a bit of the weight lift as Shayne smiled encouragingly.
"Why don't we take a break together?" Shayne suggested. "I can show you some of my favorite spots around here, and we can talk more."
Y/N nodded, grateful for his kindness. As they walked together, Shayne pointed out little quirks of the studio, sharing stories that made Y/N laugh. With each moment spent with him, they felt a little more like they belonged.
As they returned to the main area, Y/N noticed the crew was still bustling with energy. Shayne squeezed their shoulder, his support a steady presence beside them.
"Ready to give it another shot?" he asked.
"Yeah," Y/N replied, newfound determination lighting their eyes. They took a deep breath, feeling the lingering anxiety soften. With Shayne beside them, they stepped back into the spotlight, ready to embrace their place in the chaos.
From that day forward, Y/N learned that it was okay to struggle and that everyone at Smosh was there to lift each other up. They may have started with self-doubt, but with the support of their friends, they began to find their light.
