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Backdraft (1991)

Director - Ron Howard, Cinematography - Mikael Salomon

Demon’s Souls by Ryan Todd

Word Count: 1576

A/N: I love Kimmy and erasure of her is not Kimmy hate. Also! I will be doing each video as a fic (if I can work it in) but each time will be a different person :)

A/N 2: I know I seem desperate at this point but pls reblog if you like this so I know to keep writing

You watched from the sidelines as Matt Raub introduced the green team, Toxicitea, to the camera. They all ran out together, doing what they had created to be their team chant which also apparently included having Shayne scream into the camera for what seemed to be a solid thirty seconds. In reality, it was probably closer to five seconds though it garnered some laughs from the crew. 

Through the chaos, Matt managed to get his question out to which Olivia stepped forward in a gangly fashion and spoke her piece. “Oh yeah, you know what’s the tea? The other team sucks!”

“We’re gonna drop our bags right into their–” Ian struggled to finish his sentence, stepping back as Shayne swooped in with his brass comment.

“And by bags, we mean testicles!” 

There was clapping and there was also you off to the side, nearly cracking up at the team’s choice words. Courtney grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight as Matt clapped his hands together and spoke loudly to the viewers. “Introducing the pink team, team Mushroom Clout!”

You let go of each other’s hands and ran out with everyone else, chanting your own team’s name. Lasercorn attempted some sort of cartwheel and landed as everyone else converged into one big group to mimic the explosion noises. You were standing right behind Courtney but in front of Damien, which also happened to be a prime camera spot. You shouted along with your group, pulling down your shirt ever so slightly to show off the Mushroom Clout logo on the front.

“You cannot defeat us,” Lasercorn proclaimed, showing off his midsection. “For we have the power of the streak!”

“I thought it said steak.”

You laughed at Matt’s offhand comment and moved to stand on Keith’s other side, right behind Lasercorn. “The prophecy must be–”

Lasercorn cut himself off, looking down at his stomach. “Does it really.” He looked up and pointed straight at the purple-haired girl. “Mari wrote it.”

“Does the prophecy include you showing your nipples through your shirt?” Ian pointed straight at Lasercorn’s chest, which with further inspection did show nipples. You laughed and pulled his shoulders back so you could check to see if his nipples were actually being shown through his shirt. 

“Yes!” Lasercorn shouted before raising his arms into the air. “Victory eternal–” was all he could get out before Olivia came over and slapped his stomach. 

Lasercorn was quick to call them out on cheating and asked for, “Ten points minus them.”

“Okay, this is a lot,” Matt was quick to do damage control. “This is a lot, but may I point out that Sohinki, you look a lot different.”

You shouted out and stepped forward, flexing for the camera. Courtney behind you shouted, “We got Y/n!” You then stood up nicely and blew a kiss to the camera before all focus went back to Matt Raub.

Not soon after, the challenge started. The points were as follows; fifty for a headshot, twenty-five for a body shot, and two-hundred for nailing the squirrel that was perched upon Bob Ross.

Person after person went up, punishments ranging from an Atomic Wet Willy—which had gone to Wes—to an Ice Bucket Dump—which had gone to Damien. All in all, you were pretty jealous of Damien who had gotten to get cool on that outrageously hot day. 

It rolled around to Joven’s turn, which made you nervous because that meant it was approaching your turn. Of course, you would be near the last person to go, which added to all the nerves at the end of the day. 

You screamed in disgust as Joven sucked Courtney’s toe and clung onto the nearest person, which happened to be Shayne, and hid in his chest. You fake gagged a few times before breaking out into laughter that turned into words of comfort for Courtney. 

When she was returned back to you guys, you pulled her in close and rubbed her back. “Nobody else has sucked my toe but me until today.” Her voice was sad but you couldn’t help but laugh at the statement. 

“Well, at least you know what it feels like now.”

“Never again.”

Noah’s turn passed over with a Courtney Gas Mask Burp, to which he proclaimed that he could taste to Cola that she had just drunk. The thought of that actually brought the thought of throwing up to your mind as Shayne took his place for his turn. 

Shayne gave his speech about the squirrel that terrorized him in his apartment complex. “And he’s just there just like,” he mimicked what the squirrel would do. “And I just can’t get around him. 

“It’s true, the squirrel almost didn’t let me leave one night,” you spoke up, fanning yourself with your hand. “The bully squirrel. The bully squirrel’s brother.”

He pointed at you and then swung his arm around to point it at the squirrel perched on Bob Ross’s shoulder. “That squirrel, I’m gonna get him.”

You bit the nail of your thumb as his teammates shouted advice at him in shooting the squirrel. He took aim and fired, watching as the arrow swooped right by the squirrel and Sarah stepped forward to examine the squirrel. 

“It hit the very tip of the tail!” She proclaimed as the rest of the green team broke out into cheers. Ian and Shayne hugged before he ran up to the camera and shouted that he was still scared of the squirrel.

He took his position and pulled a slip of paper. 

“It just says die,” he let the joke hit and then continued. “No, aw crap. Armpit Lick.”

Everyone showed sympathy as he contemplated the paper he just pulled. Lasercorn was persuading him not to do it as he started to walk away. 

“I won’t kiss you for a month if you do this, Shayne!” 

He turned around and pointed straight at you. “No. The first thing I’m gonna do after we win this is to kiss you.”

You screamed as he took a running start and licked the whole length of Ryan’s armpit. You watched as he spat out the saliva in his mouth and then stumbled around to the cameras like a man gone mad. 

Ian shouted, “He needs some milk,” as Shayne stumbled over to you.

He tried to pull you in but you resisted, laughing and protesting that he go bleach his mouth before it could go anywhere near you. He found his way back to standing next to Ryan. 

“I can tell that you went to the gym two days ago, used the elliptical. You’ve eaten a fine steak meal in the past day. You’re feeling positive and you have good fortune coming your way. I can tell all of that.” 

“That’s cool, do me next!” Mari jumped at the chance but didn’t move from her spot. 

Shayne put his hands on his hips. “I might also just be having toxic shock, I don’t know.”

You clapped politely as you moved to the shooting spot, dodging Shayne on the way over. One glimpse at his face though had you catching his arm to pull him into a hug. The cast ‘awed’ at your public display of affection to which you stuck your tongue out at them and continued to walk to the shooting station.  

Your hands shook as you stepped up to the plate. “I think I might have to go for the squirrel to bring us back up.”

You missed once, ignoring Joven’s taunt as you took aim once again. You shot and it hit Bob Ross, but not where you wanted it to. You had hit the paint pallet which counted as a body shot for twenty-five points. You stood out in the open and pulled your punishment. 

“Global Warming?” 

“Global Warming is every member of the opposite team gets to breathe hot breath on you,” Matt explained, causing your eyebrow to quirk up. 

“Alright,” you shook out your arms. “No big deal.” 

The whole team ran up and breathed their hot breath onto your body, Shayne sneaking his hands in to tickle you the slightest bit. You squirmed away from his hands and pushed him off as the rest of his team retreated. 

“You watched Ian and Lasercorn’s turn passed on by, your arm slung around Courtney’s waist and her arm around your neck. You both slumped over slightly as the winners were pronounced as Toxicitea. 

After filming for that had ended, you opted to seek out Shayne in the post-filming chaos. 

When you finally found him in a bathroom, furiously brushing his teeth and soon after rinsing with mouthwash. You knocked twice on the door to alert him of your presence and he looked up, seeing you in the mirror. He walked over to you as you closed the door, pulling you in close. He looked down at you, his freshly minty breath rolling over you in waves. 

“I think I deserve that kiss now.”

“I mean, I did say not for another month.”

He dipped his head lower and placed his lips on yours, melding them together in something needy and passionate. To tell the truth, it had been a while since you two had last kissed, or even been in the same room alone together, with filming for Summer Games and just having two different filming schedules. 

“I’m glad you said yes to being on summer games this year.”