Team Edge & Hi5studios Imagines (x Reader)

Spoiling secrets (Michael)

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"How about we make a video of us rating other youtuber's merchandise?"
"Then I think we'd be forced to close our channel."
"Ok, then maybe food rates, but some particular kinds like sweet potatoes or something?"
"Well, this idea goes beyond taking this channel seriously." Tanner critiqued his colleagues' propositions for the upcoming video. (Y/n) and Michael were sitting on the couch, noting and spamming with ideas which were only met by Tanner's unamused expression.

"Why is it not good, Tanner? Our creativity supplies aren't endless, you gotta pick something!" (Y/n) couldn't hold back her opinion any longer.
"Yeah, don't be such a fussy cat." Micheal added. Tanner only rolled his eyes at the 5-second-demonstration.
"Guys, I pay you just for your creative thinking, ok? So move your brain cells a little."
"LMAO, bro you wish! Your job would have been a 1000x times easier then!" This happened in the studio on a daily basic. Two guys working together and a new girl who got along perfectly by being a mean cookie of the company.

"Sweet potatoes are stupid, because first of all, it sounds ridiculous. Second, Matt and I aren't fans of that kinda stuff."
"Yeah, because Matt is allergic to everything, but what is that say about you?" (Y/n) snapped back at her friend again. She could backfire at almost everything Tanner said, wanting answers for his doubts and disaffection, while the answer was on the platter - he just didn't wanna do dumb shit on camera.
"I don't wanna throw up if I don't have to. I'm not good with the foods I have never seen in my life before." Tanner protested, drumming his feet on the floor like a little kid.
"Well, you can pretend that you are."
"Excuse me?" Tanner looked at her, mirroring the white blinking guy meme.

"So we have to fake it till we make it then?" Michael corrected, not able to read his friends' mind.
"You can't fake being good at something."
"Yes, we can. Just like Michael is going to imagine winning a World of Dance competition, but never actually doing it because he's a shy puffball?"
"Stoooop!" He moaned in frustration. Oh, did I mention that (Y/n) and Michael are on each other's nerves for most of the time? No? Well, they simply enjoy being troublesome and annoying each other at the end of the day was the best part ever. They were like little brother and sister.

Tanner quickly turned his head towards Michael, who shot (Y/n) a death stare.
"Michael, big plans for the future~ Why didn't you share it with us~" he teased.
"Why would you say it, (Y/n)? I told you not to tell anybody!" Mike hissed, not happy that she spoiled his secret.
"Aw c'mon Michael. There's nothing to be ashamed of." Tanner nudged him. The trio didn't notice when other people walked into the small warehouse, intrigued by their conversation.
"Yeah, Tan man's very right. You gotta follow your dreams and never give up on them!" (Y/n) mocked the embarrassed dancer.
"I'd feel weird if my friends saw me on cameras in the WOD show..." The two PAs exchanged glances and chuckled.
"You work in the Y0utUbE cOmpAnY bro"

"Yeah, it's not like there are vlogging cameras everywhere and over 5 million people watching." (Y/n) continued making fun of him. "What if you wrap your head in the toilet paper like you did on Dope or Nope lately? You can go to the competition, mask yourself and bet none of the 2 million people who watched will recognize you on the show now."
"Stop!" Michael said, cry-talking.
"I bet it really gets to you, Michael, doesn't it? Never had balls to show who you are."

Silence. That was little harsh, (Y/n). Tanner squeezed her hand, alarming she had gone too far. He always was the dad friend who'd separate the two, when they were at their throats. Michael was immune to taking his friend's insults seriously, so he just sighed in resignation.
"Shut up." He breathed out.
"Make me. I know you love me."

Suddenly, his exhausted glance and pout changed into a playful stare and a smirk."
"If you insist..." His hand slipped on the back of (Y/n)'s neck and he pulled her face close in a quick yet delicate motion. Their lips met. The crowd gasped. (Y/n) fought an urge of a disbelieving noise coming up her throat with her eyes wide open. "You just don't know when to stop sometimes." Michael pulled away, still looking into her eyes. (Y/n) was speechless - she just sat there with her mouth open.

"Micheal..." someone from the crowd exclaimed.
"MICHAEL" Tanner corrected. "You don't just kiss the girl-" he cut, unable to find the right words. He looked more frustrated than (Y/n). The dancer woke up from his trans and shot the group startled look, before whispering "I'm sorry" and running out of the base. (Y/n) didn't have time to react before he disappeared. Some folks from the crowd followed, and Kevin, the COO, who was with them, told the rest to get back to work.

When (Y/n) recovered from the shock, she glanced over at Tanner, who didn't look very well.
"Are you ok, Tan man? You seem more stressed than me." Tanner sighed loudly, rubbing his face in slight panic.
"I should've seen this coming, warned you somehow... I should have done something! And make sure you don't hate him now.."
"What are you talking about?" Tanner scratched his beard nervously and looked away.
"Oh this is terrible..."

The silence that remained between the two was unbearable.
"Why do you think I hate him? I was the jerk here."
"(Y/n)..." Tanner reached to rub her back and/or comfort her, but she moved away from the touch.
"No, seriously. I kept annoying and humiliating him, and I thought he hated me already, but now he does this... I don't know what to think anymore." She hid face in her hand.

"Michael is gonna ruin me if I tell you this..." Tanner crouched in front of her, making her look up at him. "But look, I had no idea about Micheal's dance competition secret. Although I know another one of his secrets I suppose you have no clue about-"
"Tanner, please. I don't wanna hear it. We've exposed him too much already."
"No, listen. I believe I can bring a clearer version of what happened here than the other end of the couch has obscured."
"And why is it so important right now that you have to undress Michael from his secrets even more?"
"He has a crush on you."