Her
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Seltene Nebenwirkungen - fürs Team
Fandom: Star Wars VII/VIII(/IX)
Charaktere/Pairing: Rey, Kylo
Kommentar: Es is immer noch eine Antwort auf diese megaschlechte Youtbuber-Reylo, die mich einfach nicht los lässt.
Als direkter Anhang zur vorherigen Story. Is leider nur hurt geworden... Comfort kommt aber.
'Ha! No problem, we've got an other one. It's not like with poor people here. - This isn't "Reys World" after all.' - 'This feels like a scavenger hunt. Maybe I should ask Rey to give me some advice here?' - 'This is garbage. Throw it out. This stuff fits more for another channel, if you know what I mean.' Like spilling from a waterfall he got swamped by his memories.
With every video he clicked on, every minute he saw, it became more and more - no, worse. It became a desaster!
He did this! And it did not end!?
The sun already rose, when he still sat in front of his laptop, watching one video after the other - his own videos to be precise.
He had a Meet and Greet in less than an hour, his back hurt like hell from how he slouched in that uncomfortable hotel chair and he hadn't eaten or drunk anything the whole night - none the less he went on and on.
236.
He counted 236 videos so far since Rey had started her channel, where he made fun of her. And he wasn't finished yet.
237.
He felt like an addict suddenly discovering his own obsession.
This was insane! He didn't even know her! Much.
Her channel dealt with telling poor people how to live without money. Repairing things and DIYs, instead of buying new stuff, save costs and money, giving tips on how to live reasonable and such alike. At least it did, when he last had seen it some years ago. The complete opposite to everything he ever had filmed, strictly speaking.
She was cute, sure, had good camera presence, felt comfortable with her audience and everything. But she was nothing special.
To be honest he never thought her channel would survive long enough to even get through the first year, let alone making her famous enough to be invited to conventions. Of course he didn't recognise her there in this green room. How could he?
But then… somehow she managed to stuck in his mind. And he couldn't say how..
Challenge: Hurt/Comfort - Seltene Nebenwirkungen - fürs Team
Fandom: Star Wars VII/VIII(/IX)
Charaktere/Pairing: Rey, Kylo
Kommentar: Es is immer noch eine Antwort auf diese megaschlechte Youtbuber-Reylo, die mich einfach nicht los lässt.
Als direkter Anhang zur vorherigen Story. Is leider nur hurt geworden... Comfort kommt aber.
'Ha! No problem, we've got an other one. It's not like with poor people here. - This isn't "Reys World" after all.' - 'This feels like a scavenger hunt. Maybe I should ask Rey to give me some advice here?' - 'This is garbage. Throw it out. This stuff fits more for another channel, if you know what I mean.' Like spilling from a waterfall he got swamped by his memories.
With every video he clicked on, every minute he saw, it became more and more - no, worse. It became a desaster!
He did this! And it did not end!?
The sun already rose, when he still sat in front of his laptop, watching one video after the other - his own videos to be precise.
He had a Meet and Greet in less than an hour, his back hurt like hell from how he slouched in that uncomfortable hotel chair and he hadn't eaten or drunk anything the whole night - none the less he went on and on.
236.
He counted 236 videos so far since Rey had started her channel, where he made fun of her. And he wasn't finished yet.
237.
He felt like an addict suddenly discovering his own obsession.
This was insane! He didn't even know her! Much.
Her channel dealt with telling poor people how to live without money. Repairing things and DIYs, instead of buying new stuff, save costs and money, giving tips on how to live reasonable and such alike. At least it did, when he last had seen it some years ago. The complete opposite to everything he ever had filmed, strictly speaking.
She was cute, sure, had good camera presence, felt comfortable with her audience and everything. But she was nothing special.
To be honest he never thought her channel would survive long enough to even get through the first year, let alone making her famous enough to be invited to conventions. Of course he didn't recognise her there in this green room. How could he?
But then… somehow she managed to stuck in his mind. And he couldn't say how..