Camera
this little imagine was inspired by me, breaking my phone screen for the first time. ofc it was my first iphone. kms. so, some of the things you do, i did. *sigh* this will just be me coping with myself.
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"Ships ruin lives," Dan went, going on and on for his new video. "They can destroy relationships!"
Listening to him record videos while playing Mario Kart was definitely not the worst way to spend a Saturday morning. As you were swerving around cars this way and that, you heard his door creak open.
"Babe," you heard him whisper obnoxiously. Pausing your game, you look over at him.
"I need you to help me with my video."
"Fair enough," you say getting up off the couch. "What do you need me to do?"
"Record me doing a skit. Just ignore me as I lose my dignity on camera again."
You laugh at his, following him back to his room for his camera.
Handing you it, he gave you a "don't-you-dare-drop-that-thing" look. Nodding that you got his message, you hold a tighter grip onto the lens.
"Alright, so I'll be taking to someone about Destiel through the hallway," he explained sitting on the couch. "You just record."
"Got it," you say turning on the camera.
He smiled, thanking you. "I need to borrow one of you shirts. I'll be back."
He scurried to the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. As he was changing, you fiddled around with his camera lens. The sleek design intrigued you, taking off the safety strap.
"I'm guessing you just hit this to record," you mumble, pressing a random button on the top. A bright light flashes, taking a picture instead.
"He won't mind if I take a few pictures," you said smirking, pointing the lens towards you. Giving a smile, you press the button again, causing that bright flash to go straight into your eyes.
"Shit!" you blink, pointing the camera away from you. Temporarily blinded and distracted, you drop the camera with a boom.
Rubbing your eyes, you regain your surroundings, looking down at the floor.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," you think, crouching down. Examining the damage, you see a huge crack on the glass lens. "He's going to kill me..."
With your (my) sensitive mindset and anxiety starting to climb, you burst out in tears. Not wanting to face him immediately, you leave the camera on the ground and rush to the bathroom.
(this is hurting me lmao ik you guys aren't as sensitive just bear w/ me)
You lock the door behind you, sliding down dramatically. Your body is shaking with tears and your breathing is spastic.
"Y/N? What was that?" you heard Dan's voice call, muffled behind the door.
Footsteps walked away from his bedroom.
"What the hell?"
Just hearing him upset made you cry harder, no matter how hard you tried not to.
"Where are you?"
Footsteps began wandering around the apartment, him repeatedly calling out your name.
Biting down on your bend pointer finger, you tried desperately not to cry anymore than you were. Finally, Dan figured out you were in the bathroom.
"Y/N, you in here?" he asked, jiggling the doorknob. "Oh, it's locked. You're in here."
You hold your legs, wishing he'd just leave you alone until you're ready to face him. After about 15 seconds of pure silence, he spoke up.
"Y/N, can you please open the door."
You shake your head, not realizing he can't see you.
"Please?"
You sat there, wanting to get the whole confrontation ordeal out the way. Standing up, you unlocked the door.
Immediately he opened the door, his eyes widening at your appearance. Your eyes were red along with your wetted cheeks.
( proceed to listen to this while you're reading (; )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17lKhyL4qUI
"Oh god, why are you crying?" he asked frantically bringing you into his arms. For some reason, that broke you, making you cry once again into his shoulder.
He rubbed your back, trying to console you. "You're alright, calm down."
You finally got yourself together, pulling away from him.
"Your camera...it's broken..." you whimpered, sniffling. "I'm so sorry."
"Aw, is that why you're this upset?" he asked. As you told him the entire situation, he wiped away your tears with his thumb, giving you his full attention.
"I'm a fück up, I'm sorry," you said, apologizing for the millionth time.
"You're not a fück up, don't say that," he whispered. "It was an accident."
He persuaded you to his bedroom, sitting you down on the bed.
"Now calm down, I can get it fixed," he told you, grabbing his half-filled water bottle. "You're probably exhausted from crying so much for Christ's sake. Here, drink."
You took the bottle, downing it all. He was right, you had a terrible headache and you couldn't think straight. After drinking the water, you felt a bit better, but that blasted headache was still there.
"Get some sleep, you look tired," he said softly, sitting on the bed next to you with a sympathetic smile. "I need to edit my back up video."
To be honest, you didn't want to go to sleep. Watching him edit was extremely entertaining surprisingly. But, you did feel tired, so you got up under his comforter. You watched him as he took his laptop off his table, placing it next to you.
"You don't mind if I edit here, do you?" he asked kiddingly. You shake your head, getting comfortable.
After messing around and getting his headphones, he sat beside you, editing as you fell asleep.
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SURPRISE UPDATE WOOO GET HYPED
these scenarios were all off real events™
ok not all i had to make it dan themed somehow
but yes i am that pathetic when i crack my phone screen for the first time
well, i hope you liked the imagine nonetheless while also learning (sort of) how i cracked my phone (:
kms
i think 'training wheels' by melanie martinez would fit after the camera ordeal so that's why that's there
peace out girl scouts