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although im a michael lane myself nd i enjoyed some songs off sidequest + i think calling it flopquest was slightly childish i dont think this situation should have gotten as blown out of porportion as it did.. theres a giant parasociality problem in this fandom we dont talk about and its how i feel like a lot of people like to speak up for the guys when we lowkey dont know them ngas

michael and the guys are millionaires bro. people are saying its rude and yada yada theyre gonna see this and be upset DUDE they dont gaf they on a tour and the opinion of one random twitter user is not gonna make them crash out and go bananas mid set. ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THE MAJORITY OPINION ON SIDEQUEST HAS BEEN OVERWHELMINGLY POSITIVE!!!

you dont have to speak out on behalf of these grown ass men. THEYRE GOOD I ASSURE YOU LMAO

and my oomf has a right to think sidequest is shit just like how majority of the fandom thinks it was a banger fucking album. couldve been said nicer from them but like idk its getting ridiculous this is ALL i see on my timeline and i dont usually rant but I HAD TOOO pls be nice in these replies if you wanna discuss

u did your damn thing with that one xx

series synopsis: you're a luke hemmings obsessed teenage fan in the year 2026. after an accident, you wake up in the year 2014 during the height of the boy band era, where you're allegedly a popular teen idol expected to join 5sos and one direction on the where we are tour. knowing what you know about everyone including your crush now.. will you able to maintain the facade that you actually know what you're doing AND you're completely normal or will you fuck up the momentum of the tour entirely?

word count: 2605

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You slowly blinked your eyes open, stretching your arms as the sunlight creeped onto your face. You were in a dark room, an unfamiliar one too—however everything seemed to be unfamiliar lately.

A skyline you did not recognize stretched out over the window in front of you. Where the… oh wait, you were in Ireland.

It hadn’t hit you that your kinda-new-kind-of-not-really celebrity life was for real. You were still expecting to wake up in the middle of 3rd period any second now.

You brought one of your hands up and pinched the side of your face—yep, still nothing.

There was a sharp knock on the hotel room door across from you, almost on cue.

“Y/N!! ARE YOU UP!!”

You let out a small groan as you slowly removed the comforter off of your legs. “How would I be able to answer that if I was asl—YES, I’M UP.”

You launched yourself out of bed, grabbing the same pair of jeans you could vaguely remember throwing into some corner when you got there. In the bathroom, you did a half assed face wash and tried to make your hair look as neat as possible before you stepped outside, where Desmond was still waiting, on his phone.

“Twitter’s excited that you’re in Dublin,” He spoke, not looking up from the screen.

“How do they know I’m in Dublin?”

“Those girls you hugged this morning?”

You made an “O” shape with your mouth before scratching your head.

“Anyways, come on. We might hafta rush, I think breakfast’s only going on for another half hour.”

“Why didn’t you just go downstairs and get food without me?”

“I was not going downstairs and looking a mess by myself.”

“You calling me a mess?”

“Yeah,” he snorted. “COME ON.”

—

Everything that you expected to be at an Irish breakfast spread was there.

Eggs, bacon, toast, black pudding, beans, etc. You grabbed yourself a plate and sat down in the seat next to Desmond, who was sitting at a table with the rest of your team and awkwardly picking at his food.

“Alright team,” Stacy, a woman who you had come to know throughout the past few hours as your production manager, clasped her hands together. “First order of business—right after breakfast, we’re heading straight to the venue for rehearsals.”

You did an awkward little head nod next to everyone else, who seemed to be completely fine with the program. Did nobody else want to lounge around in those memory foam mattresses for another hour?

“We have a lot of catching up to do. Well… I don’t wanna say a lot, but like, both groups of boys have already been in Europe for some time now, so they have a better grasp on how the show’s gonna go. We might need you to work a little harder than usual, Y/N, but that shouldn’t be hard because you already know the routine and all that, right?”

You paused.

Oh shit, you were a singer.

“Yes, of course I know the routine and all my songs, as I have spent the past decade singing them to my glorious fans on stage, because that was all me.”

Silence.

Stacy clicked her tongue.

“..Um, yeah. Today hopefully won’t be too bad, you’re going to meet the bands in person today, for one.”

“Wait, like today today?”

“Yes? How else are we supposed to rehearse?” She asked.

Desmond tilted his head slightly, staring at you with a mix of irritation and confusion.

“No, no, yeah,” You laughed to yourself. “Sorry, I got up kind of rough this morning. Where’s the coffee station—or tea station?”

“In the corner over there,” Said another crew member, staring at you with slight bewilderment.

You nodded, quickly picking up your tray and taking it to that corner with you.

Okay, you kind of had your fun so far—enjoying reading about things you know you never did yourself but were apparently getting rewarded for, watching people praise you on twitter et cetera, but it was starting to get to a point.

Just how far were you going to get knowing damn well you’re larping your whole career?

“Y/N,” Desmond spoke, suddenly materializing behind you. You jumped, and he raised an eyebrow.

“PLEASE don’t pop up behind me like that.”

“Sorry,” He shrugged. “But seriously… What's up? I’m telling you, you’ve been weird since Tuesday, did the car smash your cranium or something?”

“I think I’m acting normal,” You lied, crossing your arms. “God forbid I be excited to tour around and meet new people.”

“But since when have you—” He cut himself off, sighing. “No, no, you’re right. It’s good that you’re excited to be on tour and show off your new sound and all, but I’m just saying—it’s a bit weird how you’re acting like, weirdly brand new to all this? You’ve been doing this for most of your life.”

“You know what they say, new album, new me.”

“Nobody says that.”

“I do.”

“Okay,” He replied, looking to the side for a second. “Just get your drink. Long day ahead of us.”

—

Outside of your hotel sat a giant van that was impossible to miss. Not necessarily because it was anything particularly stunning, but mostly because it was already being crowded by a group of teenage girls.

Security was standing at the back door entrance to the hotel, guarding it while a few other girls stood defeated a few feet away from them. They were most likely denied entry.

“Dude, they’re here already?” You said to Stacy, in slight disbelief as you, her, and Desmond looked over the balcony.

“Unfortunately, this is a public location. And someone must’ve got the details on where you’d be last night.”

Damn, you thought, staring out over the railing. These chicks are fast.

“I think we’re good to just get on,” A member from your crew, the rhythm guitarist, said as he gestured to the door. “We loaded our stuff in earlier this morning.”

“Oh okay, thank god because I was starting to get irritated.”

“Come on, buddy system,” Desmond spoke, interlocking his arm around yours. You shuffled out through the doors together, crew following closely behind as the sound of chatter got louder and louder with each step.

The second you pushed the doors open, you braced yourself and your ears for the high pitched screams piercing your eardrums. Security got on business immediately, blocking people and a few cameras from trying to swarm you.

Somehow, you managed to make it into the back of the van with Desmond and Stacy, while the rest of your crew followed suit. The windows weren’t tinted or anything, so people standing by the side of the car that you were sitting in could still get a good glimpse of you.

You smiled brightly and waved, watching as the excitement in your fans' eyes increased by about 300 tons.

Almost immediately, the car sped off though, making you feel slightly bad because you knew how it felt to be standing and waiting a long time just for something inconvenient to happen.

Dublin was the hugest city in the country and a giant commercial hub, however you knew it probably wouldn’t take long to get to wherever venue you needed to be, so you pulled out your phone and opened the YouTube app, searching up “Y/N L/N live performance.”

And the second you clicked on the video—you sighed. You were fucked.

Thankfully it didn’t look like too much was going on in terms of choreography, but you had never heard the song that you were allegedly performing in your life. Well, it makes sense. It’s an original song YOU wrote. But not you at the same time.

By the time the car pulled up to the backstage entrance, you maybe knew the chorus and had a half assed memory of the opening sentence in the first verse.

“Remember, first impressions are everything,” Desmond whispered to you as Stacy pushed the door open.

—

You had never been backstage in your life.

You were kind of expecting the stage weirdly to be back there too with like a staircase to get on it, but instead you were met with like 50 dressing rooms, all of various sizes, one little common room that also served as a catering area, a tiny storage closet, and an even tinier elevator in the back.

Oh, and 2 white guys were already standing in the middle of the hallway expectantly.

The rest of your crew had already gone to where the stage ACTUALLY was to set up their instruments, so it was just you, Desmond, and Stacy, standing across from these randos.

“Paul! It’s so nice to see you again!” Stacy said, walking up to one of them and embracing him in a giant hug.

“Same here, Stacy,” He spoke, a thick Irish accent rolling off his tongue. “It’s been too long.”

His eyes met with you, and he gave you a warm smile which made you feel slightly less uneasy. He got out of Stacy’s embrace and walked up to you, extending his hand.

“You must be the lovely Y/N L/N, yeah? Everyone’s talking about you. Pleasure to meet you, I’m Paul Higgins, I manage the boys in 1D.”

You shook his hand back. “Everyone’s talking about me?”

“Yes, you’re practically the talk of the town. And you’re her manager Desmond, I suppose?”

“Mhm, Desmond Jones,” He introduced himself, shaking Paul’s hand. “Pleasure.”

“Right behind me is Matthew, he’s managing 5 Seconds of Summer, who as you know will also be co-opening with you for the European and North American leg of the tour.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of 5sos.

Matt stepped up to you. He was a younger looking guy with a nice smile and seemingly chill demeanor.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Matt Emsell.”

“Hey,” You greeted, shaking his hand.

“So what’s the order of business right now?” Stacy asked, looking around. “Where are the boys?”

“One Direction just got on stage, you’re right on time,” Paul explained. “Everyone else should be in the audience waiting their turn. We’re just trying to make sure all the instruments and mics work.”

“And also, if you’re hungry, we have bagels and like—tiny cakes in the catering room,” Matt shrugged. “Help yourself. We wouldn’t want you to go hungry right now.”

“So we really didn’t have to semi-rush breakfast this morning,” You glared at Desmond, who just rolled his eyes at you.

Paul laughed. “I like you. You have a sense of humor.”

“Don’t they? They’ve been a lot more funny lately,” Stacy added with a laugh.

“I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment.”

—

You could already hear the bass thumping slightly as you got closer to the actual theater entrance. And when you pushed the door open, there they were.

“Said her name was Georgia Rose…”

It felt like something out of a fanfic the way you locked eyes with Harry the second you walked in. As he sang, he scanned over you for a few seconds, gradually recognizing you, and he gave you a small smile before facing forward and continuing to serenade the imaginary audience.

You were pretty much standing in the pit so it didn’t take long before the rest of the boys saw you too.

And even though you were sure you looked sooo cool and sooo nonchalant watching them rehearse..

Oh my god, prime frat boy era One Direction was standing in front of you, what the fuck.

It was literally just you and them plus their backing band on stage in the theater. You were fumbling with your hands and trying to stand normally.

Every clip from One Direction: This Is Us was deeply ingrained into your mind but seeing them in real life, standing close enough to you that you could practically feel the sweat from their shitty H&M muscle shirts slipping off and dripping down and onto your face was a whole nother level of insanity.

After a good few minutes of watching them perform in awe, you started to get extremely thirsty. You remembered the catering room backstage and began to make your way out towards it.

—

There was no one in the hallways and also no one in the catering room, which was great for you.

You grabbed a bagel and were trying to figure out whether you should swipe a Gatorade or a water bottle. Eventually you chose the water bottle because it was probably a good idea to not have your breath smelling like Cool Blue.

Strolling down the hallway, you took a giant bite out of your bagel and listened to your footsteps as you walked down the tiled hallways.

What you failed to see though—was the giant puddle incoming.

Your foot slipped, and you felt yourself flying forward, dropping the bagel and your water bottle. You could hear it faintly rolling down the hallway as you landed on one of your hands. You quickly whipped your head up to see the culprit.

Who the fuck leaves a giant red cup to spill water all over the floor without cleaning it up?!

You rubbed the wet patch on your jeans, trying to soothe the spot on your knee that you bumped. Conveniently, you could hear footsteps walking towards you and you were desperately trying to ignore them, as this was an extremely embarrassing situation.

But—In front of you, a hand extended forward.

A messy blond quiff, azure blue eyes, and red flannel ripped straight from the thrift store flooded your vision. The dream of every 14 year old wattpad user.

Luke.

You felt just about ready to swoon.. until you noticed he looked like he was about to lose it.

“Are…” He snorted slightly, trying to bite back a smile. “…Are you okay?”

You could feel your face heating up in a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I almost cracked my skull open, but we up.”

“We up?” He repeated, pulling your arm to help you stand up properly.

You stumbled slightly on the water that didn’t disappear from the floor, and began straightening out your now wrinkled hoodie.

“Yes, we…”

You trailed off.

God, people weren’t lying when they said he was much more gorgeous this close and personal.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly and you realized you had been staring him down for an uncomfortable amount of time. You took a few steps back and tried to put on the most non threatening smile possible.

“Sorry… Luke… Hemmings.”

“Uh…” He replied, giving you a now unreadable expression. “It’s okay.”

“LUKEEEEEE. WHICH WAY DID YOU TURNNNNN. THIS PLACE IS A LABYRINTH!”

Overlapping voices from down the hall began to get louder and louder until suddenly, the rest of the band was down the corner. You could feel your heart beat faster as Michael glanced over at you, eyes glinting in what looked like recognition.

“Aw sick, Y/N’s here already?” He spoke, extending out a hand to you. “Love your stuff!”

“Thanks, dude,” You replied, ignoring Luke’s piercing gaze.

“I’m Michael, by the way.”

“I know.”

“Pretty sure you know who we are too, right?” Calum spoke from behind Michael, with Ashton chilling next to him.

“Duh doy,” You said. “Wait. Do you know who put this cup here?”

“Sorry, that was me,” Luke admitted. “We just came back from the toilet to get paper towels.”

The music coming from the stage began to slowly fizzle out, and you shot a group at the rest of the group, knowing it was probably time to go back.

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hey guys again me and my long ass hiatuses im really sorry i know its been damn near a month since last chapter update, things have been really slow :sob: :sob: UM BUT I WANTED TO SHARE HAHA IVE BEEN LOWKEY ON A HIGH LATELY IDK IF ANY OF YOU GUYS WERE AT EVERYONES A STAR AT MSG BUT I WAS AND WE ALL KNOW THAT SHIT WAS FIREEEE BRO i wasnt there for night 1 when they played teenage dirtbag but WHERE MY NIGHT 2 BITCHES AT?!?!?!?!? um yeah i SEE your requests i SEE you guys dming me and dont worry shit is coming out im trying my hardest but life happens lmao trust me i do wanna post all the time uh thats it haha enjoy this semi long chapter ik yall been waiting.

series synopsis: you're a luke hemmings obsessed teenage fan in the year 2026. after an accident, you wake up in the year 2014 during the height of the boy band era, where you're allegedly a popular teen idol expected to join 5sos and one direction on the where we are tour. knowing what you know about everyone including your crush now.. will you able to maintain the facade that you actually know what you're doing AND you're completely normal or will you fuck up the momentum of the tour entirely?

word count: 1500

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He dropped you off at a pretty little condo on the side of a relatively secluded area.

The drive wasn’t long, but it also wasn’t short either—Desmond actually had to get on the highway for quite a little bit, so you’re glad you didn’t just try to wing your way back “home.”

“Don’t forget to text me in a few minutes so I know you’re safe inside,” Desmond said, looking forward at the street ahead.

“You know nothing’s gonna happen to me in the time it takes for me to walk from here to the front door, right?”

“Ya never know. Paparazzi be popping out of bushes nowadays… or they have been.”

You shrugged. You guessed he had a point.

Grabbing your backpack and stepping out of the van, you began walking towards the entrance. 

It wasn’t even the most glamorous house in existence, but whatever you could remember from back home absolutely paled in comparison. The pavement leading up to the steps was clean, the grass was cut, and everything looked really sleek and modern. 

You dug in your bag for a little bit before finding a keychain with a few miscellaneous keys attached to the ring. You put one of them in the keyhole and tried to turn, quickly realizing it wouldn’t after a few tries. Hopefully he didn’t see that from the car.

Luckily, the key next to it worked and you heard a small click sound before the door opened.

You waved at Desmond from the front door and you could see him give you a thumbs up back in response before starting up the car again.

Just as you expected, the interior of this house looked like something out of a TV set.

Your living room appeared to be connected to the kitchen area, which had a long island housing various fruits in a bowl and a bunch of pots you must’ve forgotten to put away. The walls were lined up with floor-to-ceiling windows covered by linen curtains, and you noticed a giant trophy display case by the stairs.

Not many trophies themselves, but a bunch of plaques.

“HELLO?” You yelled.

No answer. Did anyone else live in this house?

Honestly, hopefully not. 

It’d kill the vibe having family breathing down my neck 24/7, you thought, walking upstairs to investigate the other rooms.

You walked past a room with an open door that was full of instruments, computers and books. Probably where all your career magic happens. 

Next door was another open room, this time with a bed. You figured it was your room.

Stepping inside though, you were delighted to see what your room had shifted into in this weird alternate universe. First of all, you had a balcony view which already gave the whole thing 5 stars. Second, the room was extremely colorful, baby blue walls donning posters of Marina and the Diamonds, mustaches, domo memes, random swag motifs, and a bunch of bands.

Your bedsheets were zebra print with various beanie baby friends chilling on your pillow. Your wardrobe also appeared to be 10 times better, because even in the mess of clothes on the floor you were delighted to see things that looked straight out of the pinterest board you were using to manifest things for months.

You sat down at the office chair by your closet and immediately logged onto the computer that was sitting at the desk. The first thing you typed in was “Y/N L/N.”

The first few letters of your name were in the search bar and already results were coming up, like “Y/N L/N new album” “Y/N L/N partner” “Y/N L/N birthday.”

Wikipedia honestly hadn’t changed much in the past 12 years.

You went on your page and saw that your birthday was the exact same, the only difference being now it had you as born in the year 1996 instead of your original year.

You got your start in commercials, doing random McDonald’s and Kars 4 Kids ads. Then you slowly moved to Disney, getting small roles on TV shows until you hit your big break with some producer and ended up starring in your own show, kind of similar to Miley Cyrus and Hannah Montana. 

Your debut album came out way earlier though, releasing in 2008, when you would’ve been 12 years old.

You went on YouTube and listened to the first track. Yep, undeniably you—but where the hell did you get those pipes from? You did not sound like that at 12 years old from what you remembered.

You read more about being a supporting act on tours with people like the Jonas Brothers (before they split), Demi Lovato, etc. You’re on relatively good terms with your parents but you emancipated yourself when you were 16, and got your own house in Los Angeles.

That explains a lot.

This would be the tour for your 3rd album, allegedly more mature than prior work you did with Disney. People were saying you chose to tour with 1D and 5sos because you wanted to change your image a bit and be taken more seriously, but you found it ironic considering at this time both bands core fanbases were made up of the same people who listened to the Jonas Brothers.

Not denying their credibility as bands.

Well, okay, cool. You guessed this was the role you were going to be playing for a little bit, but you didn’t mind. Hopefully you could ride this high out as long as you wanted—there was really nothing for you back home.

Feeling a smile creep up onto your cheeks, you slowly typed out the words “5 Seconds of Summer” into the search bar.

Their first album wasn’t even out yet, it was just Somewhere New and a bunch of EPs.

It gave you a bit of whiplash searching them up and seeing absolutely nothing about Youngblood, or CALM, or really anything. It felt kind of barren. People were up on the One Direction subreddit sharing and discussing their videos, gushing over them.

You couldn’t help but be one of the people gushing over Luke in this era too. Oh, the nostalgia. And you were going to meet him?

You couldn’t wait. You had already acted out this exact isekai scenario 3 million times in your head. People were going to LOVE you on tour.

—

“Well, here we are in Dublin,” Desmond said, adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

You did a quick glance around the airport. It was really early in the morning, the stars were out and the only people here were a few families and some extremely tired university students. Your team and security—who you would get to know and love over the tour, was trailing behind the two of you with their own equipment.

“Uh, where is everyone?”

“Don’t worry. If you’re expecting the fans to pop up, they probably won’t. It’s like 3am right now, I don’t think people wo—”

“AHHHHHHHH Y/N!!”

You were startled when a group—a pretty small one, but still a group—of Irish teenage girls materialized out of nowhere behind you. Immediately security jumped to your side, kind of blocking them from being all up in your personal space.

“OMIGOSH PLEASE, CAN WE JUST GET ONE PICTURE?” One of them said. “WE’VE LITERALLY BEEN HERE ALL NIGHT!”

“Where are your parents?” Desmond questioned, making you laugh a bit.

“Guys, please,” You said, waving your hand and feeling your ego inflate slightly. “They just want a picture. You don’t have to be so strict.”

Giving each other a look, they stood back and gave you and the girls some room. You smiled as one of them fumbled with their phone, trying to get the camera app open. 

You stood in the middle as the group of girls stood around you, one of them trying to extend her hand out to get everyone in the shot.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry,” She awkwardly giggled, moving her arm. “I would’ve brought my selfie stick but I kind of rushed out of my house last night.”

“I don’t mind.”

The picture was taken, and it was extremely rewarding to see the pure joy these girls had on their faces. One of them opened their mouth to say another word, but they were interrupted by Desmond grabbing you by the arm and taking both of you to walk towards security.

“I didn’t know we ran a tight ship around here,” You said, jokingly.

“Well I mean, I thought you hated photos,” He said. “Last tour you kind of told security to step in if they saw giant groups coming.”

“Oh yeah, I did do that,” You nodded, having no recollection of that memory at all. “Uh, well, I just thought that since there was nobody else here, you know… why not be nice?”

“Mhm,” Desmond replied, kind of looking at you weirdly.

You kept walking with him, facing forward. This tour was going to be fun.

-

hey guys im back from my damn near 2 week long hiatus i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! i know its short or whatever but it is kind of setting the stage for whats to come next i think very excited to write all the guys and also like one direction too cause theyre also gonna be in this fic. and also idk if yall notice but yeahh lmaoo me writing yn as kind of like delusional and a bit bitchy is intentional i mean i think boring is kind of subjective but i didnt want to write a boring protagonist i kind of want her to be this way so she can get better later yk! and she will. i also wanted to say part 2 of that michael fic i wrote is in the works i saw a lot of yall liked that haha just dont ask me when its coming out. you see me im like batman i pop back up when you least expect me k thanx bye.

series synopsis: you're a luke hemmings obsessed teenage fan in the year 2026. after an accident, you wake up in the year 2014 during the height of the boy band era, where you're allegedly a popular teen idol expected to join 5sos and one direction on the where we are tour. knowing what you know about everyone including your crush now.. will you able to maintain the facade that you actually know what you're doing AND you're completely normal or will you fuck up the momentum of the tour entirely?

prologue part 1, prologue part 2, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

series synopsis: you're a luke hemmings obsessed teenage fan in the year 2026. after an accident, you wake up in the year 2014 during the height of the boy band era, where you're allegedly a popular teen idol expected to join 5sos and one direction on the where we are tour. knowing what you know about everyone including your crush now.. will you able to maintain the facade that you actually know what you're doing AND you're completely normal or will you fuck up the momentum of the tour entirely?

word count: 2050

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You felt… hot.

Your head was pounding and you could feel the crust in your eyelids as you tried to blink them open. Why the fuck was everything so bright?

The first thing your ears picked up on was the sound of chatter—very loud chatter. And what sounded like cars honking. That was unusual, you don’t remember being anywhere close to a busy freeway.

Your body involuntarily moved left and right in a slow motion that gradually got more frantic as you regained consciousness.

“Y/N!! Y/N!! HELLO!! CAN YOU HEAR ME??”

Huh?

“Y/N!!” Someone yelled into your ears.

You jerked up, now facing forward at whoever was shaking you. You did not recognize this person at all, not one bit.

And not just that, but you didn’t recognize your surroundings at all, either.

It was sunny outside with no trace of clouds in the sky. Replacing the sad, leafless trees that stood around your neighborhood were tall, bright green palm trees. 

Vibrant buildings donning signs with fluorescent neon lighting stood all around you, alongside faint skyscrapers in the distance.

Your eyes quickly shot down to the floor. 

The first thing you spotted were classic Chuck Taylors hugging your feet alongside bright blue ripped skinny jeans that had your thighs hanging out. 

You were sporting a pretty generic zip up—though you noticed that already, as you felt the hood get loose and fall off of your head when you sat up.

This was not what you were wearing earlier.

Before you could react, suddenly people practically dove in front of you with phone cameras and regular cameras. Whatever you did seemed to have stopped the momentum of the road next to you, because most of the cars had either stopped or were trying to drive around you.

“Y/N L/N!! ARE YOU OKAY??” Said one man, snapping a few photos of you. “THAT CAR ALMOST GOT YOU GOOD!”

“Who the–Who the hell are you?? How do you know my name?!”

Your head was pounding like crazy, and it seemed like no one in this giant circle wanted to answer any questions right now. You turned to the side and spotted your backpack lying a few feet away. 

Immediately, you stood up, grabbed it by the handles and began pushing through the group of people.

It didn’t take a genius to know where you were. A few minutes of sprinting down the street and you could already tell that somehow you had landed in the city of Los Angeles.

But who, what, when, where, why and how??

Once you got to a far enough corner, away from any people, you quickly sat down once again and began unzipping your bag, intending to find your phone inside. However, something looked off about the contents that were there.

You had folders, notebooks, the usual, yeah—but something felt off. You trusted your intuition and grabbed one of the composition notebooks, a blue one at the front.

The cover read “my song lyrics.”

“What the…” You muttered to yourself, quickly flipping it open.

Like the cover said, it appeared to be song lyrics. Full songs. And it was undoubtedly written in your handwriting, yet you had no recollection of writing any of these.

Placing the notebook down and shoving your hand back inside the bag, you waved around for a little bit until your fingers touched something that felt like it was in the shape of a phone.

It had to be one. You could feel the metal, and you could feel those weird ridges around it that phones usually have—but it felt smaller than usual.

You pulled it out, and just.. Took a few seconds to process what you were looking at.

It was a fucking IPhone 5.

You pressed the button that this absolute ancient relic of a communication device had, and stared at the date on the lock screen blankly.

2:32 PM, May 20, 2014.

The only logical explanation for this had to be that someone’s old ass phone got misplaced in your bag and now you have to deal with their botched time and date. Or—No. Don’t get your hopes up. That other explanation is only in fantasy… Is it?

Cause.. The lockscreen on this phone looked like something you would pick out yourself though. Maybe you were dreaming.

You immediately put the phone down and stared at the brick wall that sat behind you. You got up and walked a few paces away from it before…

BAM!!!

You slammed your face headfirst into the brick wall, falling back on the ground with a loud thud sound. You lay on the floor, clutching your forehead and groaning. That was a silly idea.

The IPhone next to you on the ground began ringing, that classic early 2010s ringtone vibrating against the cold, hard, floor. You inched your hands towards it and grabbed it, angling the screen slightly above your head.

CALL FROM: DESMOND

Oh cool, another person you don’t know.

You swiped the screen and put the phone close to your ear, trying to speak in your best “I’m not in pain” voice. “Hello?”

“Y/N, is everything okay??” This Desmond guy spoke over the phone, sounding frantic and panicked. “People are tweeting something about how you got hit by a car??” 

You guessed this was someone you were supposed to know.

“Oh yeah—That just happened. I managed to walk it off, though.”

“...You walked off getting hit by a car?”

“It barely even grazed me, trust.”

He went silent for a few seconds before clearing his throat. “Uh, okay. Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, I might just head home after this.”

Whatever you said seemed to have surprised him, because he let out a gasp of confusion.

“What are you—Y/N. I’ve been stalling the execs for like minutes now. You need to get here immediately.”

You had not a clue in the world about what he was talking about.

“Mhm. Yes, I know. Maybe the uh—impact of my head hitting the street gave me short term memory loss. Where am I supposed to be going?”

“Why’re you acting so—You SURE you don’t need medical assistance?”

“JUST TELL ME.”

“The meeting! The one at Headquarters! About the tour!”

You could feel your heart beating faster. “What tour?”

“Oh my go—Just get here, please. We’ll drive you to the hospital after.”

And then he hung up on YOU.

Still, a million thoughts were racing through your mind. You’ve seen this plot about 3 million times in fics, animes, and shows you liked. 

Have you been Isekai’d into an alternate reality where you’re famous?

You unlocked the old IPhone again, now 100% confirmed it was yours, and opened the twitter app—wow you missed the blue icon with the bird on it.

You had too many notifications, too many oomfs, and too many 2014 “derp” memes on your timeline. 

All you could wonder was why you were dragged into this year specifically. 

You clicked on your icon—unmistakably you—and you swore you were going to pass out just from the sheer amount of followers you had alone. Every tweet “you” posted was a hit, averaging over 50k or more views per post.

A dopey grin spread across your face. Just who the hell were you?

–

For some reason your IPhone GPS was being absolutely no help, so you ended up asking a few random people on the street for directions to the building—You managed to piece together through your notes that you would be looking for the office building of Crane Records. 

The people you found seemed confused but pretty excited that you were talking to them, so you gave them all autographs in appreciation. You could get used to this.

Eventually, you made it to the Crane Records building, where some people were already waiting outside with giant cameras. Before you could start posing for pictures, someone grabbed your hand and began tugging you towards the door.

It shut behind the two of you with a loud BANG! 

You turned to face the man who had grabbed you. He was way taller than you, with dark skin that the light caught beautifully, his curly hair styled into a fade. He pushed up his glasses quickly, letting out a deep exhale as if he had been running a marathon.

He had to be older than you, but not that much older. Maybe late 20s.

“Thank god you’re here,” He said relieved, and you knew immediately it was that Desmond dude who called you not long ago. “We have to go into the room now, everyone’s already talking.”

“Oh, that’s bad,” You replied, trying to sound as worried as possible. You still weren’t even sure what this meeting was about, so there was already a lack of urgency on your part.

“YEAH. Come now,” He said, getting behind you and pushing you in a certain direction down the hall.

–

“Heyyy,” Desmond said awkwardly, interrupting the momentum of whatever was going on in the room. 

It appeared to be a stereotypical business meeting, men older than your father sitting around at an oval table that took up pretty much the whole room. 

“They’re here, the star of the show.”

Everyone glanced over to you, and you awkwardly waved.

“Hi… That’s me. Sorry for being late, I got hit by a car.”

They continued staring at you, almost as if you had said something taboo. A few men in the back exchanged a look before reverting back to revising their notes. Hearing the deafening silence, you took a seat next to Desmond at the middle of the table.

“Well—Thank you for finally joining us, Ms. L/N,” Said one of the execs sitting across from you. “We were just clearing up a bit of the travel logistics. Care to elaborate?”

He turned to his coworker next to him.

“Yes sir, thank you. As you know, the guys are already there so you’ll be arriving in London on the 22nd. Although, that day and the day after might be a little hectic because the other ones are going to be arriving also, and..”

You kind of blanked out for a second as the group discussed whatever they were talking about. 

Hold on a second.. You’re in some reality where you’re an artist, you’re on tour, you’re apparently leaving in a few days, it’s May..

Noooo.

“Aren’t they already in London too?” Another man on the side asked.

“Are they?” The coworker replied. “Who knows where they are. Those boys kind of have a reputation for being.. something else.”

“I mean—obviously, that’s not a secret, but this will be really good for Y/N,” The first man chimed in. “Touring with the two hottest boy bands in the world at the moment is a good way to generate hype from a core female fanbase.”

HOLY SHIT.

When you glanced over at Desmond, he was giving you a slightly weird stare. His reaction was justifiable, as you were wearing a wide toothed grin like the cat who ate the canary. But you also couldn’t blame yourself—it felt as if God herself had sprung down from the heavens and blessed you.

—

You couldn’t believe it. You were literally Your Name.

Touring with One Direction AND 5 Seconds of Summer during the height of their popularity? That time a bird shit on your umbrella on your way to school was worth it, you guessed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Desmond asked you as the two of you stepped out.

“Am I okay? I’ve literally never been better,” You said with genuine happiness. “This might be the best day of my life, Dessssss…”

“Desmond.” He reminded you. “You’ve been acting really strange today, you sure that accident didn’t do any actual damage?”

“100% positive.”

He sighed. “Okay, sure. You want me to drive you home or something?”

“I’M NOT BRAIN DAMAGED.”

“OKAY,” He said, putting his hands up. “You know to call me if something else happens though, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Aight then, see ya. Don’t forget to pack, we leave in a few days.”

You watched him as he turned and walked down the street. 

He didn’t get that far until you remembered you don’t actually know where “home” is supposed to be.

“WAIT. DESMOND!”

-

i swear ill clean up my fucking masterlist so shit can be easier to navigate but mannn i barely be having time to write and draw as much as i want anymore dude. i cant wait for finals to be OVERRRR so i can do what i WANTTT FREEE MEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH yah but sorry for the week long wait its hard out here yall