"So, you are single." Ellen jumped straight in, as the camera panned back to Y/N and the host.
"I dunno, am I?" Y/N raised her eyebrows.
"Oh! Well if you are not, then do tell, I was going to play Who'd You Rather." Ellen's eyes lit up.
"Noo, I love that game, let's play." Y/N raised her shoulder to her ear, smiling innocently. She thought of her boyfriend Charles, who was probably watching this at home. It was all fun and games though, in the end they knew all the wanted was each other and this was all hypothetical.
Ellen eyed her, intrigued, but didn't push the question any further.
Y/N pointed a finger at Ellen. "You better have put both boys n' girls."
"Who do you think I am?" Ellen winked, raising her palms. "Okay, let's start. The Weeknd or Rihanna."
"Oooooh, okay. Hmm." Y/N pondered at the screen. "Well. I feel like The Weeknd is very good at the... you know."
"No, I don't know." The crowd laughed.
"Oh, you know... like..." Y/N wiggled her shoulders slightly. Another round of laughter overcame the audience. "Like have you heard his lyrics." She crossed her leg on top of her other and leaned more forward towards Ellen.
"You are saying a lot of nothing right now, Y/N." Ellen sniggered at her.
Y/N huffed. "Well I'm trying-to-keep-it-appropriate-for-daytime-tv-" She muttered through gritted teeth. "Y'all know what I'm talking about though, right?" She turned to the crowd, who replied with whistles and cheers.
"So, The Weeknd?"
"Um, I love him, but you're putting him up against Rihanna. Boy doesn't have a chance, Rihanna!" Y/N finally chose.
Ellen laughed and turned back towards the screen. "Okay, Rihanna, Kehlani."
"Fuuuuuck, Ellen!" Y/N groaned. "They're both so fucking, oops I'm so sorry, effing hot, I mean." She huffed and bit her nail, just looking at both pictures. "Like they both serve the same energy, you know, like step on me."
"Step on you?" Ellen chuckled, eyes widening as the crowd laughed again.
"Yeah, like spit on me, slap me, I don't care, whatever, I'll stop exposing myself." Y/N winked. "'Lani."
"We need to have you on the show every week." Ellen said amongst giggles, changing the slideshow. "Kehlani, or Harry St-"
"Harry Styles."
"That was fast."
"I know."
"He was on the show last week, you know-"
"Why didn't you book me that day." Y/N answered bluntly, face serious.
"I did not know you were so in love with him!"
"Ellen, do you not follow me on Twitter, you know what? It's fine, I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'll just admire my husband alone." Y/N turned to the screen. Ellen's laugh turned to a wheeze.
"Ooh, this is a good one. Timothee Chalamet. Or Charles Michel, that amazing chef right."
Y/N felt herself go red as a picture of her boyfriend, a fucking nice one of him if she may say so herself, appeared. The crowd noticed and oooh'ed.
"Hmmm. White brunette boy or white brunette boy." Y/N sat back and crossed her arms. Should she choose Charles? She knew already of the raging fans who were dying for them to be together, and her and Charles agreed to keep things lowkey right now because they were going so well. On the other hand, she didn't want to upset him by playing along this Timothee Chalamet celebrity crush trope for too long.
"The French one." She said.
"Charles is half-French..." Ellen wiggled her eyebrows. "And to let you know miss, I do follow you on Twitter. There seems to be entire accounts dedicated to piecing every interaction you have with Charles Michel together. And some, just begging you to get married."
Y/N was red by now, but couldn't quite force her muscles to stop smiling.
"If y'all think we don't see the shit you post..." Y/N pointed a finger at the audience.
"We? So you and Charles have talked about the whole world photoshopping pictures of you two together."
Y/N gulped, she slipped a bit. "I said what I said, ok I choose Timothee." She was internally dying of laughter, knowing Charles's nostrils must be full-on flared now.
"Okay, final choice." Ellen looked at the screen. "Ryan Gosling or Timothee."
"Oooh, I'm leaving Timothee. But just because I want to sing La La Land with Ryan."
"Interesting, you liked that film?"
"Love!"
"Oh wait, hold on, another slide has just been added."
The monitor changed and the audience roared with laughter. A picture of Charles reappeared.
"Charles Michel is making a comeback!"
"Jesus Christ." Y/N mumbled. "He just can't keep away, ah?"
"That eh was very Colombian of you."
Y/N blushed and giggled. "Okay FINE, just because YOU ALL want me to. Charles."
"Alright! So here it is, Y/N will be set up with Charles very shortly!" Ellen wrapped up the segment.
"Thanks for playing, you were a delight". Ellen hugged Y/N as the cameras cut to commercial and the audience clapped.
"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun." Y/N winked at her.
+
Y/N dropped her keys on the counter.
"Baby?" She called out. She heard Charles's footsteps thud quickly down the stairs. Freaking giant, she thought.
"Hi." She sighed softly as she wrapped her arms around him.
"So." Charles pulled back from her and quirked an eyebrow. "You spent an awful amount of time on Timothee Chalamet before picking me."
Y/N bit her lip cheekily before shrugging.
"S'just a game you know-"
"Yeah, I'll show you who you'd really rather". Charles huffed as he picked her up and slumped her over his shoulder, earning a cute yelp from Y/N and a mass of giggles, and proceeded to take her up the stairs.
