Coffee Stains | Dan X Reader | Danisnotonfire

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Lying on the couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn in your hands, you kept your eyes firmly fixed on the TV screen in front of you. Having grown up with it, you were a complete Disney freak, with plushies of all your favourite characters and several old dvds from the pre-Netflix days.

Quietly singing 'the Circle of Life' to yourself, you thought back to how excited you were when you first discovered the movie you were currently watching, which had been your favourite for several years. Despite having seen The Lion King hundreds of times before, the tale of Simba the outcast never failed to fascinate you.

At one point during high school, your obsession had become so bad that all your friends had nicknamed you Nala. For a term of so, even your teachers wouldn't call you by Y/N anymore, and classes would sing Be Prepared whenever you walked into a room.

"Y/N, are you asleep yet?" You heard the massive pile of blankets on the floor in front of you say. Inside the mound of warmth was your best friend, F/N, your partner in crime, the inventor of ridiculous nicknames, and the not-lover-of-Disney-quite-as-much-as-you.

Her putting up with you for nearly a decade was pretty unbelievable, as you knew you could be incredibly annoying. And you annoying you meant blasting Panic! At The Disco and Twenty One Pilots at one in the morning from your bedroom.

"Shhhhhhh," you murmured, still intent on not missing anything from the film, "I'm trying to watch one of the great classics and you're interrupting."

F/N also got a little bit frustrated when you called every movie you watched 'the literal best thing ever' or 'my spirit animal'. Other random junk you called these two titles included pizza, YouTubers, books, and several bands.

"Y/N! She groaned, poking her head out of her duna cave. "You call every Disney film we've ever watched together a classic. Seriously, no one is more obsessed than you. I'm surprised you're even able to function outside of your natural animated habitat."

Despite these small issues, you and F/N had been roommates in America for almost a year now, after both moving from Australia together. This had happened a couple of years after you had graduated from high school, but only you had taken the time to earn a degree at university, a Master of Arts in Video Postproduction. F/N hadn't been quite as motivated.

You'd shared an apartment back in Brisbane as well, but it had been small and cramped. Both of you had been too focused on your new found freedom from homework and school to change anything about your regular routine, which consisted of spending your days watching YouTube and Netflix while working at the small bakery down the road.

In some ways, it was a perfect life. You had no real expectations except for the degree you were puddling along with and your small job kept money coming in so you could afford your pizza and chocolate.

Eventually, however, exactly a year ago, both of you had decided to take a stand by actually doing something with your so far enjoyable but pointless lives.

The main hint you'd had that it was time to make a change was that you had the nearest Dominoes number on speed-dial. And the fact that every employee working there knew who you were and what your orders were on specific days of the week.

So, plane tickets and suitcases full of merchandise in hand, you'd moved to America and done something you'd only ever dreamed of. Together, you started a YouTube channel.

The next year had been amazing in a completely different way than the rest of your life had been. You and F/N had gained almost four million subscribers on your joint channel, and around six million on your separate channels. This had kick-started a brand new fandom filled with horrific editing, Tumblr, and pastel mood boards.