A/N Legacy? What is a legacy? It's shit-posting because actual content? You'll never get to see.

John stared into the camera like it was the barrel of a gun, awaiting death pleadingly at this point.

"S-so, this is day 28 since Alex downloaded-" he hesitated and gulped, glancing around as if he was a student at Hogwarts about to scream 'Voldemort!' for the world to hear. "Tiktok."

Suddenly a crash echoed down the hall behind John. He flinched with wide eyes, quickly turning to look behind himself cautiously. Silence hung in the air, tension thick. John slowly began to turn back around, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief, before music came pounding through a UE Boom right beside John's camera.
HIT OR MISS? I GUESS I NEVER MISS, HUH? YOU GOT A BOYFRIEN-
"Alex stop hacking my fucking speaker!"

Alex's head popped out from the doorway, the corniest speed-dealer glasses covering his eyes as he grinned at John.
"I BET HE DOESN'T KISS YA- MWA!"
"ALEX!"

———

Lafayette sat in front of his vanity, a MAC chocolate bar palette in one hand and his brush in the other. The house had finally dissolved into quiet, the gentle hum of the television buzzing in the living room keeping the others occupied. Laf hadn't had a moment to himself to enjoy experimenting with new looks ever since Alex had downloaded that dreadful app. The last song stuck in his head had been that Rihanna one- 'towards the sun'- Alex had gotten that one stuck in EVERYONE'S heads on Monday.

Alex sat with John on the couch, Brooklyn 99 on the television keeping them both in a trance. That trance was broken, however, when a horrified yelp came from down the hall.
"ALEXANDER!"
John shot Alex a warning glare, a 'what have you done this time' glare.
"W-what is it?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BAKING POWDER?" He roared, storming down the hall.
"I- I wanted to make an aesthetic tikto-"
"You WHAT?"

Alex glanced at John with an expression of pure fear and got a simple reply.
"Run."

———

Hercules walked into the living room and instantly froze dead still, an expression of both horror and confusion swept across his face.
"Alex what are you-" he murmured, examining the boy with a wii console strapped to the top of his head with masking tape and John's pet turtle in his hands, tapping the shell like a video game controller.

"Nerf bastion." He whispered, propping up his phone on the table in front of him.
"What does that even mean?" Hercules frowned, squinting at Alex worriedly before he felt two warm hands rest on his shoulders.
"Laisser aller," Lafayette whispered with a small sigh, leading Hercules away down the hallway as soft music began tinkling down the hall behind them. "Let John take care of it,"

Maybe I'll be Tracer
I'm already Tracer...

———

John's eyes slowly fluttered open, golden rays of sunlight spilling in between the gap in the curtains. He stretched his arm out over where Alex lay, then frowned a little, noticing the lack of warmth beside him in bed.
The quiet music down the hall suddenly came to his attention.
"Fuck this." John growled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and whipping away the duvet fairly violently. First his turtle, now his beauty sleep? "What the fuck is he doing up so early? On that stupid fucking clock app."

John stormed down the hall, the music seeming to echo from the nearest bathroom. He groaned a little, making a beeline.
I just flipped the switch, flip fli-
John threw open the door, the bathroom bathed in pitch black. Suddenly the light flashed on and all John could see was the colour pink.
He screamed.

Alex stood facing the mirror in a pink morph suit, spinning around at the scream to see John's terrified state.
"FUCK ALEX- WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?"
"JEFFERSON'S CLOSET."
Both boys screamed.

———

The screen started blank, with a slip of paper propped at the bottom. It read 'Debating until my boyfriend accepts my new lifestyle, day #8'.
"Isn't it meant to be 'dancing'," John muttered as he watched the video, Alex on his tippy toes peeking over his shoulder.
"Yes but what am I far better at?" Alex reasoned, cocking a brow challengingly.

"Being immature." John deadpanned, turning off the video before Alex had even begun debating. Alex stood with his mouth hanging agape slightly, watching John leave with a frown slowly tugging at his lips.
"Day #9 here we go." he huffed.

———

Alex smiled softly as he gazed lovingly at John's sleeping figure, reaching out to twirl one of his fingers around a lock of his lavish curls. He slowly raised the phone, positioning it over John's eyes and starting to record.

You talk that way, it could make me faint
Makes me insecure, but I want some more, I'm sure

Alex quickly shook John's arm behind the camera.
"John wake up!" He yelled, John groaning and slowly opening his eyes to see the phone directly in his face.

I just love your puppy do-
"For FUCKS sake Alex!" He snapped, slapping the phone away and launching himself at the shrieking boy in a tackle.

———

"Man Alex actually made a funny tiktok for once," Hercules chuckled heartily as he came into the kitchen.
"You are joking right?" Lafayette deadpanned, still pissed about his powder.
"Don't tell me you actually watch that crap, Herc," John cringed, crossing his arms.
"Just to monitor him, I got ya'll knuckleheads in loco parentis," Herc defended with a shy smile, sliding the phone across the kitchen bench for John and Lafayette to examine.

John rolled his eyes upon hearing the song and picked up the phone, watching the screen with only a slither of interest.
All the girls are on me, damn
Alex walked on screen dressed in a bottle green coat, a white piece of fabric holding a few Kleenex tissues to his throat alike to a late 1700s cravat.

Every-body pay attention
Alex reached up and untied his hair, shaking it out and raking it away from his face.
"What the hell is he doing," John mumbled under his breath, snickering at what a goofball his boyfriend was.
"Just watch," Herc muttered with a grin.

This right here is my-
Alex came closer to the camera, turning his head slightly to the right with a blank expression
pretty boy swag-
before the image flashed to show Lin Manuel Miranda on the $10 bill.

They were exactly fucking alike.
"WHAAAAAAAT?"

———

"I promise this will be the last one." Alex pleaded desperately. "I just- I need you guys, please,"
"Then you'll quit?" John huffed, squinting at Alex with a piercing glare.
"Yes, you have my word." He nodded erratically, smiling wide as he rushed to grab his phone.

"Well, what do we do?" Lafayette sighed, cocking a brow and glancing around.
"Just stay there, that's fine! Just, if the camera's on you and you hear a little 'ba-ding!' you wink!" Alex explained so fast it was almost illegible.
The three boys shared a slightly confused glance but gave in, Alex beaming as he readied the video. "Ready?"
"Go, Alex," John sighed.

The camera started on Lafayette.
I was busy thinking 'bout boys.
Lafayette winked smoothly, batting his eyelashes before leaning back in his seat, the camera shifting to Herc.
Boys
Hercules grinned widely and winked encouragingly, giving the camera a small thumbs up while he was at it.

Boys
John gave the camera a shy half smile, winking on the sound effect like he was told. He thought the video would be over now, but Alex kept the freaking camera on him, zooming in as he began to blush lightly.
"H-hey it's over isn't it?"
I was busy dreaming 'bout-
"Alex stoop!" He whined, covering his face and laughing as Alex ran up and jumped on top of him on the couch. He yelped out over the music still humming from Alex's phone, Hercules laughing and grabbing Lafayette's arm before they both dog-piled on top.
"Boys! Boys!" Alex sang along between laughter.
"Get off of me you pricks!" John yelped, unable to contain his laughter as well and giving up his struggle.

"Ah, the magic of tiktok." Hercules sighed with a sweet grin.
"Don't you dare make some beautiful moral moment out of that fucking stupi-" John started.

Yeah, I hate me too. Merry Chrisssmm <3