The title explains it all! Imagines about the one and only, Ryan Higa!
I was inspired to make this book because of my squad homie and because of the quantity of this kind of story made.
I don't really put things like "blush" or "twirl my straight h...
A/n: SORRY IT WAS MEH FIRST AND I HAD ZERO EXPERIENCE AND TRIED TO START OUT HARD AND I ADDED IT IN ANYWAYZ CUZ I CEN.
You were in you and Ry's bedroom. Scrolling through Twitter, as always, but then, something caught your eye. (thought I should give it a try...)
It was the photo shoot you and Ryan did two months ago. You couldn't believe what you saw.
@randomfuckinglampgirl
@TheRealRyanHiga @y/t/n Just got the issue of @Vogue this week! I can't I'm screaming at my screen and typing at the same time!
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You replied back to the tweet.
@randomfuckinglampgirl don't lose your voice! Haha!
You screamed super loud causing Ryan to rapidly run upstairs and stopping his filming with RHPC.
"FIRST AID OR EMERGENCY!?" Ryan said out of breath. "Ne-" you got cut off my your voice stopping you. (Idk how to describe it.) And you JUST told that lamp to not lose their voice...
"Neither! Ry we are on the front cover of Vogue. Vogue, Ry, Vogue!!" You said practically squealing.
You didn't really think they would put you two on the front cover. You thought this because of the performance that day. Ryan's performance was great. It was you.
*Flashback*
"Y/n. Yo." He lightly kisses your cheek. "Wake up." You were waking up, but not all the way. Just enough to hear Ryan. "What ya wanna eat?" Your eyes immediately shot opened.
"Pancakes!" You exclaimed. "Wooooow! User and abuser! And well, too bad. I made waffles. We also have that photoshoot today. So get ready!" Ryan said smiling and walking out the room.
You got out of bed and went to the bathroom. There you brushed your teeth, blah blah blah, and took a shower... This is where the problem came.
You got out of the shower, relizing you were in there for a while. So you ran into your shared closet's door frame trying to find an outfit. You hit your head and toe. Luckily, your head wasn't bruised, but it sure was hurting.
You had to wear heels today. A bruised little pinkie toe and a headache was the last thing you needed to happen.
*skip all the getting ready and leaving and blah blah lame shit*
You and Ryan walked into Vogue™ and you two were immediately greeted by the lady at the front desk. You and Ryan approached the desk and checked in.
Once you guys did that, she showed you guys where you guys would be doing the photoshoot. You kept falling behind because you were always trying to adjust your shoe so your toe would stop hurting. You had no idea how you were going to wear multiple pairs of heels throughout the shoot.
Your POV
When I walked in, I saw extremely bright lights, a white screen, lots of clothes on racks, and most importantly, people talking and running back and forth trying to prepare.
"Ahhhh, youz muzt be y/n and Ruyahn!" the producer exclaimed with a fake ass French accent.
I could tell Ryan was already annoyed. I mean, how could you get Ryan wrong? He just brushed it off and replied back.
"No, I'm Ryan. And yes, this is my wife, y/n." Ryan sassed back putting emphasis on his name.
Guess he didn't just brush it off.
The producer looked at Ryan but turned around and started walking, indicating for us to follow. I silently laughed and followed the producer.
"Zihts willz ve your cozumar!" He pointed to a brunette lady standing by a door. He did the same with Ryan and led him to another lady.
"Hi, I'm Bailey. I'll be your costumer!" She said a little bit too perky.
We walked in and there were a TON of clothes. Clothes on racks, clothes on shelves and makeup of a fancy-stereotypical looking mirror with a seat. She sat me down and started with my makeup.
*** "Zop!! Cut ze cameraz!" The whack-ass French producer ordered. Well, I couldn't blame him for stopping. I really wasn't on my a-game. I mean, I ran into a fucking wall today. He pulled me to the side and started talking to me.
"Whaz iz wrong weet youz?!" He exclaimed. " Well, I ran into a wall. I mean I think I'm doing pretty good." I said with a smart tone. He must've gotten pissed because he just walked back to the set and started without me getting back into frame.
I walked back to the set and we continued the photoshoot ------- A/n: wtf is this.
