Mr. Sadass || Scotty Sire X Reader ✔

°¤°Mr. Brightside°¤°

"Yeah! That's perfect!" Scott compliments as I hold the camera in front of me.

"Really?" I say in disbelief.

"Yeah, as long as you can keep your arm steady and outstretched you'll be good" He grins.

"You really think it's good?" I question.

"Yeah, you're beau- it's beautiful" He stutters.

I slightly blush, but stop myself quickly. I wonder if he meant to say that. I wonder to myself.

"So, um, just press record and do an intro." He says scratching the back of his neck.

"I don't have an intro" I admit.

"That's alright, you could always just edit one like Zane, David, and me." He shrugs.

"Alright, but I'm gonna need you to help me edit too" I say lowering the camera.

"Jeez, you're clueless aren't you?" He says playfully.

My jaw drops and I act offended, even though I'm not.

"At least I bought the right camera!" I defend.

"You texted Todd and asked which one to get." He snickers.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, truce." I grumble. "For now" I say pointing at him.

"And why's that?" He questions.

"Because I'm going to make a video." I shoot back.

"Can I be in it?" He asks.

"If it'll get me views." I shrug holding my camera up.

"Jeez, who are you? David?" Scott teases.

"Shush!" I hiss.

"Wait! I have and idea!" He says running out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I yell after him.

"Just record! You'll see!" He shouts from the other room.

I shrug and take a deep breath before pressing the record button.

"Welcome to whatever this video turns out to be." I say to the camera. "That's an intro" I say zooming in on my face. I zoom back out and continue.

"If you don't know me, which you definitely don't, my name is Y/N Smith. And yes, I am related to Toddy Smith. He is my older brother by two years, and an amazing but stupid older brother might I add. Anyways, this is my first vlog/get to know me video, or video in general." I blurt.

"Stop ze introduction!" Scott says in a German accent as he runs into the room. I flip the camera around and put it on him. He stands with his hands together and held low. His bleached hair in his normal style, a complete disaster. The most noticeable thing, though, is the fact that he's wearing round white sunglasses. "I have a delivery for Ms. Smith" He continues still using the accent, which isn't even that bad.

"And what's that?" I ask.

"A song!" I said sticking his hand up in the air.

He runs to the side and starts playing Mr. Brightside by The Killers on a speaker. He runs back to where he stood before.

(I DO NOT own 'Mr. Brightside' or any of it's lyrics!)

"Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I'm falling asleep
And she's calling a cab
While he's having a smoke
And she's taking a drag
Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
'Cause I just can't look, it's killing me
And taking control" He sings beautifully as I record him.