Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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May came round quickly as I thought it would have, considering that the last weeks consisted of making tons of videos for the summer. I had intended to not miss a video on the designated days as I knew that the viewers would question my whereabouts.

And luckily the Yogs had covered my tracks easier than I thought.

Pippa had been already mentioning my involvement with the company, and I scowled at her for doing so. People were surely going to bombard me. And I grumbled as I trudged down the corridor of Yog Towers, phone in hand as I texted her multiple curses back.

I had been so in depth of my conversation with Pippa that I didn't realise the person who had contacted me right on my head. Stumbling back, I  glanced up to find Ross looked to have been startled. Both his hands on a box filled with props and costumes.

He apologised, "Oh sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going...or that because I couldn't really see you."

"No worries," There was a hint of panic in my words, and I quickly hid it with a grin. "What's with the box of props?"

Of course: I knew eventually what the purpose was, though I knew it would pull the man's shock if I'd mentioned it. Clearly no one knew apart from the Hat  lads, Turps and Lewis. I'd just connected the dots and figured it out once Lewis mentioned buying an anime  cosplay suit on the last Saturday lunch.

"Oh uh," Ross stuttered. "Just something for MCM next week. Anime - I think that's what Turps said." He flashed a smile, and I returned the gesture as I picked up the fallen hats and scarves from the floor.

He was a little hasty, though I reassured him that I would keep my mouth shut before the convention started. I followed him down the corridor once more, shoving my phone in my pockets to gain both of my hands on a pile of costumes. When we got there, Ross kicked the office door with his foot, and entering the room with me in tow.

"Guess who I kidnapped," Ross gestured with his head whilst I rolled my eyes.

I spoke, "I believe I was the one who assaulted him." Smith got up from his chair, and ambled towards me with open arms. He grabbed the stuff from my hands and I thanked him silently since my arms were aching from carrying it uncomfortably.

Trott on the other hand, was the only kind one enough to say hello, since we were neighbours anyway. Smith on the other hand already was rummaging in the box Ross had placed on the faded blue sofa before grabbing out what was something I did not expected.

"Holy shit!" Smith laughed, "I can't believe they still had the Crazy pill banana costume from March!" He held the bright yellow costume, with arms and leg holes included which made me raise my eyebrows in bemusement.

Ross chuckled, "I think I know what Barry's intending for us to do."

The three men worked around the room in clockwork, fitting the costumes on whilst I watched - leaning against the desk. At the end, they gave me a low-class version of a fashion show. Smith was the first one to walk down the imaginary aisle, blowing a kiss at me and I laughed in horror at their attire.

Ross was next, and he gave a twirl before tripping over the office chair. I was grinning much like the Cheshire Cat by the time Trott came with his newly bought Japanese school girl outfit, speaking hello in the foreign language with the poorest accent escaping from his lips. I had enough of their antics, that I couldn't careless but feel stitches on my stomach. All of us were laughing too much at Smith's 'jack off' dance.