Greta Van Fleet Imagines

persona-jmk

I've been on a serious Janoskians kick lately. I reference a few things that they've done in their career here. I'll have a link list for the vids that I've referenced I think I can still quote them word for word. Also, my friend pointed out the group with a set of twins to another group with a set of twins pipeline that I followed and I had to write this out too.

warnings: mentions of throwing up, pepper spray, needles and tattoos

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You had earned a reputation in Hollywood. Whether it was a good one or not, it was in the air. You'd done things that you weren't proud of, but it kept your name in the tabloids, drove up viewer counts, and kept your bills paid so you couldn't really complain.

"Today," you grinned, trying to ignore your group member Christie poking at the back of your knee. "We're going to eat one gallon of ice cream."

Christie and Gina took turns explaining the rules of the challenge. The first person to finish their tub of ice cream would win the challenge and take the name of Champion for the week. You were a little nervous, knowing that you were sensitive to dairy.

A similar video from years ago had driven you to stardom. Attempting to drink three liters of milk in less than an hour was the worst decision you'd ever made. Your digestive system was shot for two weeks and would cramp randomly when you saw or drank straight milk. With blue lips, at age 16, you tried to pull through the pain and discomfort of so much dairy at once. The moment you lost it, the camera was right in your face. Laughter echoed and you instantly felt comfortable again. Despite being face to face with a camera after being so embarrassed, you laughed it off.

You grabbed the camera to point it towards you. "My birthday is coming up." You panned it down to your feet. "Someone buy me new Vans."

Christie laughed, brushing her fringe to the side before losing her progress on the concrete.

It was a light joke, but instead, a new pair of shoes arrived at your front door the following week. Remembering the joke, you were a little turned off. Someone had figured out your address and sent you a pair of shoes identical to the ones that were stained blue. Your phone buzzed with a phone call from Gina and Lucy's shared number.

Lucy's voice came through with excitement threaded through her sentence. "We got monetized after the milk video! So, I bought you new shoes."

The monetization of the channel was life changing. Not only had you been getting more and more play time, but money was coming in quickly. Most of it went straight back into production. New, higher quality cameras and other filming equipment was purchased. Lacy took it upon herself to continue editing the videos. Her work would save money on hiring someone else. Eventually, the five of you were invited to talk shows as the newest, fastest growing channel in the last three years. Despite still being in high school, you, Gina, and Lucy transferred from traditional classes to online courses that you could do from home. Instead, you were doing them on plane rides back and forth from Los Angeles. Once you turned 18, you finally had permission to move out. While your parents thought that you'd spend your college funds on college rather than moving to a rental house in the middle of the city.

You thought about how you made it, mindlessly scooping ice cream into your mouth.

"I hate Y/N," Bea cried to the camera. "She says nothing the whole fucking video and she's just standing there with a fucking smile on her face."

You stayed quiet, only smiling in response. Eventually, you realized that standing in the Los Angeles sun while eating ice cream wasn't the smartest idea. You backed into the wall and leaned against the back of the house. For a change of scenery, Bea and Christie offered to set up in the alleyway behind the house.