#-swear to god i need to watch more streamers just so i can do more of this sorta stuff..
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#my art#art#outer wilds#hearthian#socksbx#-im like unreasonably happy about how this came out!! ^^#-hearthians r legit so cool n translating a design into that sorta vibe was so fun!!#-swear to god i need to watch more streamers just so i can do more of this sorta stuff..
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Private Matters
Chapter II (18+)
Cam Boy! Frank Castle x Female Reader
Story summary: After stumbling upon a cam website one night you quickly discover your favorite streamer. Unable to get the thoughts and images of him out of your mind you decide to become a supporter and the two of you grow closer to each other over time. Things get complicated when your close friend, neighbor and crush decides to express his feelings for you.
Chapter summary: With your favorite streamer still on your mind you decide to save up for a private session. You deserve it after things get out of hand at work. Luckily Frank Castle is there to help.
Chapter warnings: Explicit language, angst, explicit sexual content, solo play, mutual masturbation.
Word count: 4.2k
A/N: Sorry it took me a while but the second chapter is now here! Thank you @chelseasdagger for proofreading and thank you to everyone who’ve read and enjoyed the story so far! Hope you'll like this one too!
You've been watching the livestreams in your spare time here and there, between work and other obviously, slightly more important things. It still felt a little off sometimes and a part of your brain still tried to guilt-trip you, making it seem like the whole thing was way worse than it actually was. Over the last couple of days, you became a bit more active in the chat, even getting him to read a couple of your messages out loud, which, not surprisingly, felt pretty god-damn nice, especially as he read them out while your hand was already in your underwear.
The “private session” tab is what caught your eye the other day after one of the streams. Still panting quietly in your bed, you clicked the shortcut on the website and read through the offer. It was something like a private call, a face time with the creator that you could book for a certain amount of money. You sit up on your bed as you clear your throat and look into the details.
“Okay, who would actually do that?”
You mumble to yourself, looking through the prices and benefits of each one of the tiered offers before shutting your laptop close and putting it away.
As you get ready for bed that night, you find yourself wondering back to the private session offer you read about earlier. Your thoughts drifting away as you pictured the big hands, his thighs and the way he'd stroke-
“Jesus, okay, stop it.”
You drag your hand down your face and step into the hot shower. After a couple of minutes, you swear you can hear knocking on the door to your apartment. Confused, you stick your head out of the shower and quickly grab the nearby towel when the knocking repeats itself. Attempting to wrap the towel around your body, you quickly make your way over to the door. Holding the corner tightly in your hand, you check your visitor through the peephole.
It's Frank.
You sigh quietly, relieved that you wouldn't have to deal with a stranger, and feel your body relax while reaching for the doorknob.
“Hey!”
You swing the door open right before he's about to knock again and greet your neighbor with a big smile on your face.
“Oh, Shit-I’m.”
Frank's eyes go wide before he can really do anything about it. His gaze drops immediately, eyes fixed to the floor between his legs, not wanting to make you feel like he's trying to be disrespectful.
“Shit, sorry I didn’t-ummm.”
He tries to explain, but you brush it off.
“No, no it's fine, if I couldn't get it I wouldn't, right?”
You ask with a little chuckle, choosing to ignore the water dripping down your body from the suddenly interrupted shower.
“You need anything?”
The following question makes Frank glance up slightly, but he corrects himself immediately with a small frown.
“Umm just-”
He glances over his shoulder, checking both sides of the hall before stepping inside and holding the door almost shut behind him.
“Was just gonna ask if, you-you work tomorrow? Down at the-the bar? You know?”
Frank glances up again but catches himself and considers covering his eyes just to be safe.
“Frank…”
You start, pulling the fabric up the smallest bit, just to make sure your chest is covered.
“It's fine, I'm in a towel.”
You point it out like that would make it all easier for him.
“Let me check the schedule.”
Turning around quickly, you run to grab your phone from the other room and don't see the way he raises his eyes to watch you walk away, despite his attempts to fight that urge.
“Umm… yeah, so I have a whole day tomorrow.”
You walk back out now wearing a pair of sweats and a, slightly wet from your half-washed hair, gray sweatshirt. You chose to spare him.
“Why?”
Frank watches you step out of the room and immediately feels the tension leaving his body.
“Thought I'd swing by?”
You nod with a smile.
“With the guys?”
“Nah, they're all busy.”
“So you just want to come and bother me at work, so you won't feel lonely?”
You tease and Frank scoffs loudly, looking off to the side with a big smile before turning his head to look back at you.
“Won't do it if you don't want me to.”
“No, no please, it's either your company or dying of boredom while having to deal with a bunch of assholes so…”
You shrug, finding it amusing how much easier it is for him to talk to you after you've covered up slightly.
“Pretty easy choice.”
“Alright.”
Frank nods, agreeing with you, before pointing back over his shoulder.
“I better…”
“Yeah.”
“I'll let you, just, do your thing.”
He raises his hands slightly, stepping back out of your apartment.
“Thank youuu. Sorry about the towel.”
You point out and he freezes for a moment.
“No it-.”
Frank looks up at you with a small smile.
“Don't worry about it.”
“Alright, see you tomorrow?”
“Yes ma'am.”
You watch him step out and shut the door before stepping closer to lock it behind him. Grabbing the towel off your bed, you step back into the bathroom and finish up before climbing under the covers. Before calling it a day you grab your phone, quickly type in the name of the website, then log into your account and search out your favorite streamer. Hitting the “private session” tab once again, you glance over the prices. Your mind slowly begins to wonder. It's not really the amount you could comfortably afford at the moment, but…with some extra tips from the bar? After putting some money away for a bit, who knows?
You roll your eyes at your own thoughts and throw the phone to the side. Snuggling into the pillow, you catch yourself smiling at the thought of getting to see Frank tomorrow, smiling at the image of him and his face when you opened the door earlier that evening.
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You make it to work the next day, as usual, nothing particularly interesting or out of the ordinary happens for the longer part of the day. You serve drinks and snacks and keep the bar clear, trying to make the cleaning up before leaving later as easy on your future self as possible. As the day goes by, your tips grow into a pretty decent sum, and you think back to the idea of a private call with the “Big Bad Punisher” guy, but quickly brush it off as the slight embarrassment takes over your body before you can actually consider and think it through. I mean… it wouldn't hurt right? Hell, it could be fun. It's not like your dating life has been particularly exciting lately.
“Hey!”
You feel your friend tap on your shoulder and realize you managed to zone out again.
“Can you get those guys?”
She nods toward the side of the bar, and you look towards the group of men eagerly waving at you, waiting to get their drinks.
“Yeah, sure! Sorry!”
You make your way over to those same guys, and that's exactly when your night begins to go downhill.
A bachelor’s party, of course, just your luck. It's clear the guys have been to a couple of bars before, and it's clear they've been denied entry to a couple more before somehow managing to get into this place.
You keep it together as good as you can, ignoring the many snarky comments, the snapping fingers, the gross nicknames and so many other things. Your friend reassured you that everyone was keeping their eyes on them, and eventually you just worked together to get it through the evening.
At some point, you're forced to quickly move away from one of the guys in the front. One of the loudest ones, of course, one who's been ordering more drinks than the others, the one who already tried to grab your wrist before.
“Okay, I told you not to fucking do that.”
You snap and he laughs disgustingly loud in response.
“Shit, calm down, baby, just trying to get your attention.”
He explains, nudging his friend to have him support whatever he was trying to tell you.
“Yeah, you got my attention. Just like you did for the last four hours. You don't have to fucking touch me.”
You snap back and watch the smile disappear from his face. He grinds his teeth, and you glance over at your friend to make sure you're still in her point of view.
“You don't have to be a bitch about it.”
“Oh, I'm not the bitch here.”
You answer with a little smile, and watch the switch flip in his head. He reaches out to grab your wrist, fingers closing around your arm tightly, and before you can think too much about it, you throw the nearest drink into his face. He lets go of your arm, and it takes him a second to register what happened. You hear his friends calling you names and cursing you out, but you're too focused on him. You know he won't let you win. In one moment, he props himself up and jumps onto the counter, attempting to get over to your side. You quickly step away, thinking about the pepper spray at the bottom of your bag, your bag locked in the locker in the back room. What happens next feels like a scene from a god-damn movie. You watch how the guy gets pulled back over the counter with twice as much force as he launched himself at you with. Too intoxicated to catch his balance, he slides off the bar stool, and you lose sight of him as he hits the floor. Frank glances over at you to check if you're okay before turning his attention back to the asshole on the ground.
“Didn't the lady tell you not to do that?”
His voice is somehow louder than the music. His jaw clenched and tensed up, but his body relaxed, focused as he towers over the guy. He knew what to do, he knew if anything happened, he was going to split that guy in half. He steps between the bar and the man now pushing himself off the floor, effectively making sure you're out of everyone's reach. It takes one attempt to punch Frank for the guys to understand the luck is clearly not on their side tonight. With the security on their way, Frank steps off to the side and the man who was about to assault you a moment ago runs into the bar full force, almost taking himself out without anyone's help.
Frank looks back at you over his shoulder and nods at your friend, silently asking her to help calm you down. The last thing you see is your neighbor pulling a guy up off the floor by the collar.
“Calm down before you hurt yourself, buddy.”
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“You sure you're okay?”
Frank’s question pulls you out of your thoughts, and you look over at him with a small smile. The cool night air gently brushes over your face, the streets are now dark and empty and yet, with Frank walking next to you, you feel the safest you have in days.
“Yeah, no, I'm fine.”
You answer quickly and Frank's eyebrows pull together. He frowns, not fully believing you. He wants to ask again, just to make sure, but he knows not to push you. He chooses to let you decide whether you'd like to discuss what happened back at the bar.
“Things like that sometimes happen, you know?”
You start to talk a bit more when given space.
“I mean they shouldn't but…”
You stop, and Frank does the same. Looking up at him, you shrug slowly.
“Assholes?”
He asks and you breathe out a little laugh.
“Assholes.”
Frank takes over the conversation after that. It’s not intrusive, he doesn't really talk about anything important but makes sure you're listening. You appreciate it, his words stop your thoughts from wandering back to the earlier events of the evening, and it helps calm you down, helps you focus on something else. At the same time, he doesn't demand your attention or your involvement, just makes sure to occupy your brain the entire walk. He holds you closer while people occasionally walk past you, his big hand resting on your back as he guides you when you pass by the suspicious looking alleys only a couple blocks away from your place.
You enter the building and expect Frank to stop by his apartment like usual, but he doesn't, not this time. He walks you all the way over to your door and then asks if you're okay one more time. You catch yourself rubbing your fingers over your wrist, the spot where the man grabbed you.
“I'm okay now.”
You smile softly, and this time it’s genuine. Frank tilts his head to the side slightly, squinting as he smiles back.
“Yeah?”
You nod.
“Mhm, thanks to you.”
He nods, just like you did a moment ago.
“Gonna make me blush.”
You chuckle, and he smiles, biting his lower lip to stop himself from grinning at the pretty sound.
“So you're gonna…”
You start, and his eyes drop to your lips, before looking up again.
“You're going back to your place or?”
He sighs loudly, standing up a bit more straight before glancing over in the direction of the building entrance.
“Can't, gotta go back.”
“Wait…you're going back to the bar?”
You ask, slightly confused since he's already home, but Frank just nods.
“Yes ma'am.”
“Wait, so why did you walk me back if you had to...shit, I'm sorry that's so inconvenient.”
“Who said it is?”
He looks back at you immediately, his eyebrow raised as if he doesn't understand what you're saying.
“Needed to make sure you're safe.”
He shrugs, scrunching his nose slightly at the same time, before taking a step back.
“Right…”
He starts, and now you're the one looking slightly confused.
“Get some rest, okay?”
“Yes sir.”
You tease and he scoffs at your response.
“See you around?”
You mumble, reaching back for the doorknob, and Frank nods before walking away. You close the door behind you and lean back against it with a theatrical sigh before quickly attempting to shake off the feeling like you’ve just missed something. Something that could potentially be really great.
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You wake up a bit later than you normally would, snuggling your face into the soft pillow and longing for a couple more minutes of sleep before work, when it suddenly hits you. It’s your day off. You smile, sitting up in the bed before stretching with a big, dramatic moan followed by a sigh. You rest your head back on the pillow and let yourself relax for a bit longer. You don’t really get that many days off, so you decide you deserve it. Letting your body get used to the fact that you’re now awake, you grab your phone from the nightstand and check the overnight/morning messages.
It’s a couple of notifications, a couple of emails and a text. A text from Frank.
“You working today?”
You catch yourself smiling at the screen before quickly typing in a response.
“Nah, I’m gonna sleep all day.”
Did he ask about it because he wanted to see you again? Or was he just being nice?
You text back and forth for a little longer before you finally decide it’s time to get up. The morning goes by slowly as you take care of chores around your place, take care of yourself, slowly just letting yourself recharge after a couple of pretty long work days. You think back to yesterday's events and smile at the image of Frank in your head. The way he talked you out of your overwhelming thoughts, how he walked you back home, how he took care of the guy at the bar. Flopping down onto the couch, you think about the bachelors party and about how fucking stupid those guys were. At least they tipped well.
Your eyes suddenly go wide.
“Oh shit!”
You run back into your bedroom and grab the bag you use for work. Digging through the contents of it, you pick out the bills from your tips before adding them up to the ones from a couple of your previous days.
“Oh shit!”
You repeat, now slightly more excited as you realize the sum of the money matches up with your newest saving goal and quickly glance over at the laptop on your desk. A small smirk grows on your face before you make your way over to the chair.
Pulling up the website, you quickly search up the username and scroll through the familiar page. Checking the stream schedule, you realize it's been updated not long ago. There’s a stream planned for later today, but that's all. You check the “private session” tab one more time and read over the terms and conditions. It all seems pretty straight forward, there's nothing too complicated or anything that looks particularly sketchy. You watched quite a bit of his streams now, you've been pretty active in the chat to the point that he actually recognized your username a couple of times. His deep, “Welcome back, sweetheart”, directed at you from a couple of days ago, feels like it’s still stuck somewhere in the back of your head. Scrolling down slowly, you find the reviews and curious, you click on the link to read some of them. You chuckle at the amount of 5/5 stars comments from, what seems like, extremely satisfied clients. Both men and women praised the “performance” and highly recommended “The Punisher.”
You circle over the “schedule an appointment” button for a while, not sure whether to actually do it or not. You sit in front of your computer for a while, your nails tapping on the wood of the desk anxiously. Your mind slowly plays out all the possible scenarios in your head, your teeth digging into the side of your cheek as you go over the terms one more time before finally making up your mind.
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“You gonna let me see you, sweetheart?”
You feel your stomach drop and then jump back up. You swallow hard, closing your eyes for a moment when the realization hits you. It's not a stream anymore. There's no chat, no alerts, no one watching. You're alone, he's waiting for a response,
“Is it okay if I just type? Camera off?”
You type out your message with shaky hands, your heart pounding in your chest, your breathing speeding up some. He breathes out a quiet laugh, and it pains you that you can not see his face at that moment. With the camera set up the same way as it is on his streams, the shot starts right under his jaw and ends just under his knees. His hand brushes up and down his thigh, easily distracting you from your own thoughts before you finally hear his answer.
“That what you'd like, sweetheart?”
He continues before you can write out your answer.
“Just wanna watch me alone? Just you and me?”
His hand moves up dangerously close to the bulge in his boxers, and you swallow hard, fighting back the whine stuck in the back of your throat.
“Haven't done this before. Nervous.”
You explain and watch his thumb brush over the spot your eyes have been focusing on.
“Ahhh, yeah okay. Sure, we can do that.”
He speaks again after a moment, his voice a little quieter now, a bit more gentle.
“I don't know how to not make this awkward.”
You explain, regretting the message the moment you sent it.
“It's not awkward, sweetheart. You're just nervous, that's fine. Wanna relax with me?”
He asks, spreading his legs open some more before pushing his hand over his cock.
You silently curse both him and yourself before pushing your legs open as well.
“Just relax for me, yeah?”
He guides you, and you take a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. Letting your body relax, feeling the blood slowly beginning to rush down between your legs.
“You got anything specific in mind?”
He keeps the “conversation” going, clearly making it his goal to make sure you feel comfortable enough to make yourself feel good with him. You struggle, trying to come up with something you'd want to see, but it doesn't take long for him to pick up on it.
“It's fine if you don't.”
He lets you know, his hand working his length over the fabric. With his fingers wrapped around his cock, the fabric straining against it, you can clearly see the outline under the dark material. Your hand quickly finds its way between your legs, brushing your thumb over the fabric. You quickly forget about the potential awkwardness of the situation and let yourself relax to the sound of his words.
“Wanna tell me what you're wearing, sweetheart?”
You glance down slowly before writing your answer.
“T-Shirt and panties.”
He chuckles softly.
“Just that?”
You don't have to answer.
“Attagirl, you came prepared, huh?”
The praise makes you bite down on your lip, and you swallow hard as he tightens the grip around his cock.
“Think… think you can take them off for me? Hmm?”
You wish it took you longer, but the lacy fabric hits the floor before he can finish the question fully.
“They're off.”
Your message pops up in the chat and his hand stops for a moment. His hips raise slightly, and he grunts quietly, pushing into his hand before relaxing again.
“Shit, attagirl, see what you just did? Hmm?”
Your face feels hot and so do some other parts. You can’t help this affects you, you can't help what he does to you, and you definitely can't help the fact that he knows it.
“Guess it's…only fair if I-”
He reaches up to the waistband of the dark gray boxers before slowly pulling them down his thighs. With your eyes glued to the screen, you watch how the fabric slides off lower and lower and lower.
You cover your mouth, tuning away from the screen with a grunt for a moment before looking back almost immediately.
“Fuck.”
You whisper, pushing your legs apart again and fighting back the moan as you start to touch yourself.
He works his hand over his cock, quickly getting it to the fully hard state, allowing you the little pleasure of watching it grow harder and harder in his hand.
“You're touching yourself, sweetheart?”
He asks, and you struggle to write your answer out with your nondominant hand. He scoffs quietly at the spelling error before squeezing his cock a little harder.
“Yeah, I figured. Attagirl, just relax, remember?”
You nod again, as if he could see you, starting to circle over you clit faster when you feel how wet he managed to get you now.
His fingers move over the veins popping out along the side of his cock, the head now getting more and more red with every single twitch.
“Doing so good for me, sweetheart, hmm?”
You nod again, your voice trembling. You whine softly, following it with a quiet “yeah” with your eyes closed and head tilted back. You don't see the way his hand freezes. He stops, wondering if you meant to do what you just did.
“You wanted me to hear you, sweetheart? You know how pretty you sound?”
Your eyes shoot open, your hand freezes between your legs, your body tensing up immediately. You stare at the screen, feeling like your heart might jump out of your chest, praying that you didn't just hear what you heard.
“Oh, fuck.”
You stare at the little green light on your keyboard, the one that indicates when you turn on your microphone. With your eyes wide and hands covering your mouth, you feel yourself completely unable to move; the horror of what just happened flooding your mind and not letting you do anything other than sit and not move at all.
“Oh, fuck!”
The deep chuckle rings out in your ears, and before he can finish the next sentence:
“You're good, baby, c'mon we can just-”
Panicked, you shut your laptop close, just like you did after the first time you've watched his stream a while back. Contemplating all your life choices, you sit at the desk staring off into nothingness for a good while before hiding your face in your hands.
“Oh my god.”
You whisper as your brain clings onto the thought of what just happened, replaying the exact moment in your head over and over and over again as a big “that's what you get”. With the overwhelming dread and embarrassment, you take a quick, cold shower before making it to your bed. You climb in, pulling the covers up and over your head, feeling the need to hide from everyone and everything at that very moment. The embarrassment settles in even more, and you feel extremely lucky with the fact that you live alone, which at least insures you'll be the only person to know what happened, and you'll take that dark secret to your grave.
You grunt at the sound of your phone going off and sit up on the bed. With a deep sigh, you grab your phone off the desk and climb back into the safe cocoon of bedsheets and blankets. You press on the notification to read the contents of the email that was just sent to you. Sent to the account you used for the cam site.
“Sending back the money since we didn't get to finish, Sweetheart.”
Tags: @chelseasdagger @lorilane33 @dreadfulxives18 @5thelement @desert-fern @joybabyjune
#frank castle#frank castle x reader#frank castle x you#the punisher#frank castle au#marvel#jon bernthal#private matters
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IDJSBDISJS HI HI
can i req quackity with an s/o that doesn’t get sick very often but when they do it hits them like a truck? like bad nightmares, cold sweats, terrible migraines, and they get a wee bit delusional??
i’m sick and today i was crying over literally everything so i just thought this would at least make me giggle abt it :]
OFC! (Im actually sick too, so im so sorry for the late response 😓)
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Quackity x gn!sick!reader
warnings: slight language, mentions of throwing up, mentions of intense pain/sickness, mentions of panicking/anxiety
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Okay, so first things first
if you two live together, and he'd come home one day to seeing you in the most MISERABLE PHYSICAL STATE EVER
he, of course, thought you were joking
so, he played along
but the second you rush to the bathroom puking your guts out
boy oh boy
he's desperate to help you
probably pacing back and forth with anxiety too
"oh my god, should I bring them to a hospital? what medication should I use? baby, are you gonna be okay? oh my gosh, what do I do?"
after he gets you to lie down, dr. quackity is doing his best he can to get you to at least get some soup down
if you try to get up even just to get a refill of water or go to the bathroom, he'll get SO grumpy
"mi amor! why aren't you laying down?"
will joke about getting you one of those old people things that will alert someone if they need help LMAO
okay okay but all jokes aside he's really trying his hardest
you're too hot? he's already setting up a fan for you
you're too cold? he'll make sure you get warm without overheating like a ps5 (HAHA-)
you're hungry? he's already in the kitchen
you wanna watch tv? he's already rushing over to get you the remote
he'll constantly reassure you that you're not being lazy (if you feel that way, I FEEL LIKE A BURDEN CONSTANTLY :c)
even despite you whining, pleading for him not to, he will cuddle you
he just wants to see you back on your feet
I swear he'll cuddle you so much that you're in his presence more than you're taking meds
by the time you're feeling better, he's UNBELIEVABLY overjoyed
will definitely try his hardest to make you avoid any contact with germs
I feel like if you ever get delusional, he'll get 200000x more worried about you than before
he tells you he quit being a streamer and became a doctor to take care of you as a joke, but when he realized you believed him he's reassuring you he was joking
OMG
WILL ABSOLUTELY DO THE AIRPLANE THING W YOU
IS THAT WEIRD??
IF YOU'RE LIKE "I don't like taking medicine"
HE'LL TRY DOING THE AIRPLANE THING TO HELP YOU
GOD I LOVE HIM ANYWAYS <3
he doesn't like seeing you sick
I feel like he'll joke with you just to try and see you smile, but majority of the time he's overprotective and gentle ^^
honestly he's just a big sweetheart 🥺🥺❤️
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Go Play Your Video Games
Summary: As a small time gaming streamer, you like your little cozy corner online. But when a subscriber donates a couple of thousand during a charity stream, he swears it’s because he’s an actor. You know the rule about never truly trusting anything on the internet. So there’s no way an actual actor can be watching you stream, right?
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x YouTuber!Reader
Word Count: 11.4K
Rating: M (18+ only)
Warnings: slight phone sex and allusions to sex, drug mentions, if there is anything I’ve missed please let me know (also sorry no beta reader we embrace the chaos the way dieter would)
A/N: Ok so, reader has a YouTube channel name and nickname but I promise it connects to the story so I just wanted to give that heads up! Second there are game references but nothing extreme or that you need to know for reading this. Third yes the title is based off the song ‘video games’ but i highly recommend Trixie Mattel’s cover of it! Fourth and final this is for @skeletoncowboys and @lowlights - my two lovely angels I truly can’t thank you both enough… this would not be here without y’all, you two are my guiding stars
and to you reading this, thank you 💜
Dieter is worried as balls he’s going to be late.
His manager has been talking for so long now that the dude sounds like a parent from a Charlie Brown special, just mumbling muffled crap that Dieter hasn’t even been listening to since fifteen minutes ago.
“Dieter. Dieter, man are you even paying attention?” His manager snaps and Dieter waves half heartedly at him.
“No.” He answers truthfully while his eyes stay focus on the other side of his laptop screen where the YouTube page is opened. Fuck he’s thankful the screen hasn’t changed. His eyes even stopped trying to flicker between the zoom meeting and the YouTube window. Now he just flat out patiently stares at the load screen buffering.
“You know what, fine. We’ll just figure this out tomorrow.” His poor manager sighs giving up.
“Yeah I know. I said earlier we should have discussed this tomorrow but whatever, okay bye!” Dieter cries happily and immediately clicks out of the zoom meeting to maximize the other window. The screen however suddenly freezes in the process.
“God damnit shitty hotel wifi!” Dieter screams horrified, scary movie worthy.
It’s just a snag of a moment but it is costing him time. He now scrambles to try and do something, anything, to bring the screen to life.
Because he’s been waiting for this moment.
A face reveal. Your face reveal.
You normally did all your ‘let’s play’ game streams faceless. You mentioned how you wanted everyone to focus on the game while also admitting that you felt a bit self conscious about showing your face.
But then the charity stream collab came.
“If you guys donate and we make it past one thousand dollars I’ll do it. I’ll do a face reveal stream. And who knows, maybe I’ll do a few more if we reach anything past our goal.”
You announced that during the stream a few weeks ago while your character ran around the Sim’s.
Dieter did not hesitate. He donated the entire thousand himself and added two extra thousand dollars just in case. He even recorded the moment it happened because it was so damn cute. You were so damn cute.
On stream when you suddenly saw the amount you cough out whatever you were taking a sip from. It made him laugh.
“Okay DB Blaster what the HELL?” Your reaction? Saying his user name? One of his top ten favorite moments of all time for sure.
Now the face reveal stream is here.
He already knows you’re probably beautiful, just knows because he can tell. The energy and aura you give off? Yeah he knows you’re gorgeous. Plus his actors’s intuition is no joke.
But now he gets to know what color your eyes are, how your face looks when it lights up when you laugh.
And the damn stupid hotel wifi is fucking up his entire LIFE.
As if nothing, the laptop screen unfreezes and there, the stream pops up. Dieter thinks he actually hears angels singing as the stream loads.
“Come ON!” He screams at the laptop so tempted to shake it.
And then, there you are.
You sit on a cozy gaming chair. The light of your bedroom bathes you in a golden glow as you grin warm. It damn near twinkles in your eyes.
Dieter inhales so fast his head goes dizzy. His heart suddenly jumps wild as hell in his chest and he’s worried it might fly out of his ass.
Because yeah he knew you were going to be pretty, but he didn’t think you’d be down right gorgeous.
He sits stunned in the nice hotel chair.
A piece of him thinks about that one podcast he listened to on how YouTube culture is meant to distract the masses so the alien overlords could take over easier. But right now he thinks the alien overlords could show up, burn his hotel room down and he wouldn’t give a rats ass. He wouldn’t even move from his chair.
Because there you are, separated by millions of pixels and glass screens always. And fuck, you are beautiful and his heart now soars far out of his chest.
Dieter happily grabs from the snack pile he curated to perfection for this event. He mindlessly shoves cheezits into his mouth. The salty cheese snack is enough to finally snap him out of the trance you put him under and immediately type something in your chat.
Streaming started off as a half joke to you.
During the peak of the pandemic the boredom, as well as the ache to just connect with your friends, is what brought you to live video game streaming.
You had played a few rounds of Mario Kart before with online play. But to fully play multiplayer games over a livestream with your friends?
That was how Twitch was introduced to you.
“Let’s just use it to play stupid games together!” Your best friend argued over a voice memo.
Twitch became a simple fun time to play with your friends. You laughed on private streams and enjoyed chasing your friends around trying to figure out who was the killer in Dead by Daylight.
Then your best friend had the crazy idea of uploading one of the livestreams into the main tag.
“Dude we’re funny, you are funny! Why not?”
“If you do that I’m hiding my face.” You vehemently told them.
Now here you are.
A full YouTube channel with 10K followers and doing a full on face reveal.
If you had told the past you that your friend posting the nightly video game group hang out would have transformed into this, you would have probably passed out.
But learning how to edit videos, gaining the confidence to post videos, straight up livestream with strangers, many who have now become dear friends since your Twitch days, and even finding friends among other streamers - all of this has led to where you sit now in your cozy gamer chair.
Because here you are - halcyon ghost.
And you are trying to keep yourself composed at witnessing chat go up into a whirlwind at finally seeing your face.
butterflybabe: GHOST?? U ARE GORGEOUS
ytgnfjkl: must avert my eyes from someone so pretty
JustCallMeSunny: UHH HAND IN MARRIAGE PLS
doodlenoodles: we gotta cancel ghost now for being too beautiful can we do that?
khaki345: just proved to all of us those earth angel allegations are true pal
A childish urge to cover your face itches all over your body and you can’t stop smiling.
DB_Blaster: HEY! I knew ghostie would be lovely before everyone else did thank you!
Then that comment has you smirking as you shake your head seeing the familiar chat name and Roger Rabbit icon.
Outlandish, a bit eccentric, DB_Blaster appeared around a year ago.
AJplays, your closest YouTube friend, advised that yes you can make great friends with a lot of subscribers and members. But you still always had to be careful.
“You don’t know who’s on the other side of the screen or chat ya know?” He had told you and you kept that in the back of your head, a silent awareness to always be just a bit careful.
And then DB Blaster weeks ago dropped a few thousand dollars during your livestream and you almost choked on your drink.
A year ago you made a discord server for channel members. There in a private discord chat you messaged the user who casually had donated enough money to make your head spin.
Halcyonghost: did you seriously just drop 3K
DB_Blaster: excuse you I donated 5k
Just as fast as he replied, he then donated another two thousand dollars.
DB_Blaster: do you need more? 🥺
You sent back a mess of screaming messages.
Most of them were confused and completely freaking out because who has the money to just drop thousands during a charity YouTube stream?
Then this dumbass had the audacity to send you back a gif of Garfield shrugging.
After that you couldn’t help but want to find out more about this elusive DB.
Halcyonghost: so are you some sort of mob member? Is there a mobster actually wanting to watch some youtuber play animal crossing?
DB_Blaster: HAHAHAHAHA
DB_Blaster: holy fuck if only
DB_Blaster: but nah ghostie, I’m an actor 😇
That was the first time he said he was an actor and you rolled your eyes.
Halcyonghost: okay sure, believe the mobster theory even more now
“He might just be some rich sugar daddy type dude.” AJ told you over a voice memo.
That theory felt closer to being true than the possibility of a real actor messaging you. After that DB slowly began to message at weird times of the day. Once at two in the morning he wished you a good day and sent a link to a weird but super funny tiktok. You also always could count on him to send you some of the most outlandish memes.
It was cute and endearing in its own way.
Now as you sort through chat and let the screen load for Stardew Valley an alert pops up on your phone.
Discord Alert: new message
You covertly go to check it on the desktop.
DB_Blaster: oh sweet ghostie you have me on my KNEES
DB_Blaster: you are gorgeous
DB_Blaster: not even Billy Shakes could do your beauty justice
Your lips fight back a smile as you type your reply back.
Halcyonghost: Billy Shakes?
DB Blaster quickly sends you a glittering photo of William Shakespeare wearing sunglasses.
You hold back a stupid little giggle and simply decide to jump into playing.
On stream you run around like crazy trying to fish and end up facilitating a discussion about what maybe do next stream to change things up.
AJPlays: play another horror game you coward
“Don’t be rude!” You wheeze playfully at your friend’s comment. “But I’m open to playing more horror games.”
friedpickle: let’s watch a movie!!
“A movie live watch would be fun.” You offer. “Would be a bit hard since YouTube is ridiculous on copyright movie shit.”
The private discord message notification goes off again.
DB_Blaster: you watch anyone of my movies you wouldn't have to worry about copy right issues I’ld take care of it
You decide to be a bit playful.
Halcyonghost: you sure are serious about the whole actor deal huh?
DB_Blaster: as serious as the Oscar I got 🫡
Now you can’t help but egg him on.
Playfully you reply with the ‘sure Jan’ gif and return to streaming.
The joy of carving out this little space on the Internet for yourself is being reminded how fun it can really be. Sure chat can be a little chaotic to keep up with sometimes, but the conversations are wonderful. It does stun you from time to time to get hit with the realization that real folks watch you, interact with your content and want to talk with you. A fond warmth blooms through your chest even as you frustratedly lose another fish.
That’s when you finally glance at the time on your computer screen.
“Woah team, why didn’t you guys tell me it was this late?” You announce through a yawn seeing it’s about to be past nine.
“Well,” you begin a bit heartfelt and slowly bare your heart. You explain how you never thought you’d get this brave to become a streamer, much less show your face. You sincerely thank everyone who watches, interacts and makes this little nook of the internet so special for you.
Chat blows up and giddiness overwhelms you at the response.
So many cute hearts and massive sweet messages.
AJPlays: LOVE YOU!!
sam maybe: nothing but love for you!
It’s all a beautiful reminder that yeah being online sometimes is good.
As you log off chat you reach for your phone. A few emails from work, texts from your parents, and a couple of alerts from discord wait for you. You check the main server chat first.
doodlenooodles: we should make this day a national holiday -national halcyon ghost face day reveal
JustAshley: agreed
An amused snort escapes you and you move to check the few private discord messages you have.
One is AJ screaming his demand for you to play another horror game along with sending a photo of his partner's sweet dog.
Then two messages wait for you from DB Blaster.
The first is a photo.
A very prestigious Oscar award gleams on a mantle. An opened bag of chips casually is crunched beside it. From how shiny it glistens in the light, the award looks official. Not believing it for a second though, you click on the photo to investigate. You zoom in on the award where the name can be made out even in the gleam of the light.
Academy Award Winner
“Hunger Strike”
Dieter Bravo
“Wait.” You admit outloud.
Why did that name sound familiar?
You google the name and up pops the very handsome veteran actor. You suddenly remember the ads he was in for that Beast Cliff movie your best friend raved were pure delicious golden trash.
There is no way it’s that guy.
Halcyonghost: That’s a good replica lol are you a big fan of his?
DB_Blaster: definitely not a replica and I guess you could say that lol 👀
His profile name now made sense. This guy had to be a huge fan of Dieter Bravo. You could respect that.
DB_Blaster: on another note! I’m glad you did a face reveal, you really are so attractive like wowza
A bit forward, you thought. But he’s quick to apologize.
DB_Blaster: shit sorry I don’t wanna be creepy
DB_Blaster: I just remember how nervous and hesitant you were about ever showing your face and now you getting to this point? rad as fuck
A sweet appreciation unfolds over you fast, sweetening your teeth as if you had just taken a bite out of your favorite cake.
This person has been with you for around a year now. So for him, along with all the other members that have stuck around, to recognize this moment is just as big of a deal for you as it was for them is incredible. The true depth of your emotions feel too big to be captured by words.
Halcyonghost: aw shucks thank you
You explain how as nervous you were, by the time stream hit the hour mark everyone made it feel like you were back to streaming with your friends. You happily embrace that feeling
DB_Blaster: awww you like us! 🥹♥️
Halcyonghost: Of course! Everyone who comes to stream and interacts is what pushes creators like us & I never want to forget or take for granted anyone who views my work
You were lucky and grateful for the sweet community that’s grown with you.
DB_Blaster: wow, pretty poetic and sentimental ghostie I like it
DB_Blaster: 🥰
You smirk cause it’s not even that poetic but you don’t have the energy to correct him. It’s getting late and you want to start heading to bed.
DB_Blaster: can I ask you something? Since you’re being sentimental and what not.
DB_Blaster: and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but I’ve always want to know
DB_Blaster: why did u get into streaming?
Why did you get into streaming and YouTube?
DB_Blaster: fuck shit I’m sorry if that was too invasive
He even sends a worried cat face picture.
What a question to ask though. You thought you had discussed this on stream or even on a previous video before. Now you wonder if maybe you hadn’t mentioned it. All your friends knew about how you got to this point. They were the aid and the only reason why you got the push anyway.
Halcyonghost: No worries its all good
Halcyonghost: guess like everyone else the pandemic kinda just pushed me to try new things, decided to play on twitch with friends on a private stream and then a few streams later my best friend decides to post it on a main tag and it blows up
Halcyonghost: then one brave fuck it decision later a YouTube channel is born and here we are lol
Halcyonghost: sorry if that’s not too exciting
DB_Blaster: no that’s everything
DB_Blaster: it’s special knowing this turned into something meaningful for you it’s great
It catches you off guard at how endearing the message is.
Halcyonghost: wow that’s real sweet thank you ♥
You mean that reply.
After you brush your teeth, you pass out in your bed forgetting to see if he replied back. Strangely enough, the image of a golden Oscar lingers in the back of your mind.
The beautiful moments of enjoying streaming, of getting to bask in how special this little outlet, are what you treasure. But those moments when work, life, clash with your little carved out corner it reminds you that sometimes you need to step away from everything for a bit.
Halcyon Ghost: hey guys, tough day at work today… going have to reschedule stream :( real sorry about this!!
The replies are sweet, reassuring along with some humorous ones. One comes from your mystery man on a private discord message.
DB_Blaster: do you need me to take someone out?
It’s enough to make you laugh and a relaxed ease melts away some of your stress.
Halcyonghost: Tempting! But stand down Don Corleone
DB_Blaster, catching your godfather reference, sends you a gif of the classic ‘‘leave the gun take the cannoli’ scene.
DB_Blaster: sorry work was so tough, anything I can do to help?
You thank him and explain how it’s just work stuff getting you down. Of course you make the joke about one day becoming a full time streamer because every little YouTuber at one point wonders about the life of having that as their job.
DB_Blaster: you should, I’d support you. No lie.
You’re about to dig into the takeout you order and you’re thankful you didn’t take a bite because you would have coughed out a little laugh at seeing that message.
Halcyonghost: Ahh yes forgot… talking to a scary rich mobster here lol
He sends a gif of Marlon Brando’s Don Corleone and it does make you giggle.
DB_Blaster: but seriously, you ever need anything
DB_Blaster: I know it sounds weird but pls let me know okay??
It’s oddly sweet. But of course you sharply remember how this guy donated thousands easily and it only intensely rattles your mind thinking about what kind of man this guy is.
Halcyonghost: thank you ♡
Halcyonghost: so…what do you seriously do? Besides being a mobster obsessed with one random actor lol
DB_Blaster: Rude!!
DB_Blaster: and I told you
DB_Blaster: I am a thespian ghostie babe 😎
He really is sticking to that.
You want to poke fun but you also understood not wanting to discuss personal aspects. So you apologize for asking. He doesn’t reply for a full ten minutes and you now wonder if maybe you could be upsetting him.
Discord alert: DB_Blaster sent you a voice message!
That new alert now makes you eve more worried.
You scramble to grab your headphones and you don’t know why your heart is hammering so much. You don’t hesitate to listen to the voice chat.
“Ghostie.” The voice that greets you is pure smooth goodness. Thick, manly and older, and something feels as if it is being yanked out of your chest fast.
“I swear I’m an actor.” He urges with a laugh. “Do you want me to send you my IMDB page? Or you know what, maybe this might help.”
The voice chat ends and you see the bubbles pop up suggesting he is typing a message in the discord chat.
A photo pops up.
The man in it is scruffy, a bit sleepy looking with bed head type hair. He holds up a peace sign and grins at you. This man is also gorgeous. Deep dark brown eyes and a sharp striking nose, for some reason his voice perfectly fits his features.
His face again seems so familiar.
DB_Blaster: SEE! It me :)
You can’t even reply to that yet.
You go back to googling the name that had first appeared when you saw that academy award.
Dieter Bravo.
The mess of paparazzi photos, screenshots from movies, to various interview clips, the man is the same as the one in the photo sent to you.
This has to be a catfish. Someone really trying to keep their identity hidden and deciding to do some old fashion celebrity role play type deal.
You decide to do a deep dive.
You check Twitter and find he’s not there any more. His Instagram is bare minimum and hasn’t seen a recent post since 2019. He has been included on a few TikToks. But to say that photo sent could be an older Instagram or Twitter photo Dieter Bravo took is too much.
You try turning your brain off from thinking about streaming or a possible catfish living in your messages. But curiosity scratches at you like an anxious kitten. There’s no way it could be the actual actor Dieter Bravo.
Barely one episode into your favorite comfort series rewatch, you decide to check discord.
More messages wait for you.
DB_Blaster: I know you think I’m lying
DB_Blaster: but I am not I swear! I vow on my life!
DB_Blaster: if you feel comfortable enough you are more than welcome to video call me and see me with your own pretty eyes 😇
You want to scream.
There’s no way. But, what could you lose if you video chat with this person? Worst case? You drop the video call, block him on every account and pretend this never happened. Best case? You don’t even want to think about that because a best case feels so outlandish.
Electricity hums through your veins and you sit up straight on your couch.
You hit video call.
Loudly your heart hammers a vicious beat in your ears. The video chat rings twice. Someone answers.
There he is.
Dieter Bravo, in the flesh, talking so bright and amused. His smile crinkles his deep eyes and the crisp light of his kitchen highlights his stunning features.
“Well well well, might have to call a paranormal investigator because I just made contact with a ghost!”
He talks first, so excited and haughty, and you can’t help it.
You hang up the video call.
Wild electrified clusters of emotions course through you so strong it feels as if your brain might shut down.
Dieter Bravo.
Dieter Bravo is a viewer of your channel and is who you have been chatting with.
You call him back. You have to make sure this is real and maybe not just a wild delusion.
Dieter Bravo again answers with the most Cheshire Cat pleased smile.
“Trouble with your wifi? I get it.” He asks so casually.
You really can’t believe it.
“You’re…you’re HOLY FUCK?” You scream.
Dieter barks a laugh.
“And here I was thinking I’d be the one freaking out.” He’s amused and it is so clear in the twinkle of those warm charcoal eyes.
“I told you I wasn’t lying ghostie!” Dieter urges excited.
You could admit and testify that yes, known actor and academy award winner Dieter Bravo is not a liar. And also apparently, he is a fan of part time game streamers.
“I can’t believe it.” You mutter still stunned as hell.
“Believe it ghostie.” He replies swiftly.
“So how was your day before it got turned upside down?” He smirks proud. Even with that you find he is so casual and actually friendly? He mentions how his day went and how he’s excited to feast on the Taco Bell he door dashed.
“How did…How did you even find my channel?” You breathlessly ask.
“Oh, we’re getting into the personal stuff already? I was hoping we’d get to that maybe by our second date but this is fantastic.” He replies back taking a bite out of the Taco Bell he told you he ordered.
“Oh my god.” You sputter out not even processing fully what he’s saying because this entire moment feels outrageous.
He’s a celebrity. A full on icon who has been in the same room as Meryl Streep and here he is grinning at you like he’s won the lotto.
“You know you’re even cuter than you are on stream. Really diggin’ the extra cozy vibes from my favorite cozy gamer.”
You wonder if maybe you should hang up on him again.
“Let’s be serious here.” You huff. You just want to find out and piece together how this man found his way to you.
“Honestly?” He begins after taking a swig of a baja blast.
“I had a bad break up a while back.” Dieter starts with a brisk and slightly detached voice.
“Thought it’d be a long haul thing but…it’s whatever.” His voice drifts off as he moves to sit down. Dieter places his phone across from him so now it feels as if he is sitting across from you. The view gives you a full sight of his wild and vast Taco Bell haul. You also don’t miss the weed pipe resting beside his Baja blast.
“Anyway, I was up late one night, couldn’t sleep. Went to look up a video about how humanity could possibly survive a kraken emerging from the depths of the sea, as one wonders about at three in the morning.”
A wild laugh almost escapes you, but you stay composed as best as you can.
“And then, the freaky as fuck YouTube algorithm decides to recommend me your video.” Dieter says.
“Wait.” Your voice sounds small, as if you’re afraid to shatter this moment. “Which one?”
You watch this handsome man’s face grow soft as his eyes look distant. He dives in to take a scoop out of his nacho pile and munch happily.
You already hate how attractive he is just eating.
“It was the ‘I make a gay love cafe for my animal crossing villagers’ one.” His voice drips with evident fondness. For some reason though, just hearing the title of your video along with his soft voice does it for you. You start giggling.
Maybe it’s the disbelief finally settling in or the exhaustion from the hard day you had, but you laugh and it aches your stomach. Dieter joins in thankfully laughing just as much as you are.
It’s unreal, a twinkling moment you know you’ll never be able to capture again but it’s oddly wonderful.
“I guess you liked it?” You ask through a wheeze.
“Ghostie, I snorted a shit ton of coke just so I could stay awake till five am to binge all your videos.” He admits through a giggle.
“Holy shit!” You cough out a bit stunned at his reply.
“Well,” You manage to recompose yourself and even smile grateful because you are. “Sorry about the break up, those are always shit. But…I am glad you found my little video. Weird as that sounds.”
“It’s not weird.” Dieter reassures you and it knocks you breathless how directly he stares at you. You almost feel exposed.
“It’s kismet, dear ghost.” Dieter tells you with so much eased simplicity it sounds a bit comedic. You can’t help but snort.
It might not be kismet but it was something.
Dieter and you end up messaging each other, constant and steady after that. He begins sending you pictures of the sky outside his LA apartment during his runs. One of them is a glorious tangerine lemonade sky.
DB_Blaster: sky kinda looks like a musty day old orange outside today, it’s kinda nice
There’s a neighborhood cat he always gets excited to see and gladly sends you photos of the unamused white feline whenever he spots her.
You tell him about your day and you are surprised he balances asking about your videos and streaming to asking genuine questions about how you are doing. Interestingly enough you ask more questions about what video games.
“I’m a fucking killer at Mario kart. Love The Sims, the grim reaper is my roommate there.” Figures.
“One day I wanna play Mario Party.” He gladly tells over a voice chat.
“Oh my god you’d be ridiculous at Mario party.” You snicker back. “And the sims…it fits you.”
“Thank you.” He proudly replies and it makes you grin so ridiculously.
Dieter Bravo is charming, but you know he is. You would never admit it to him but that night, that first night after you discovered Dieter was in fact DB_Blaster, you went on an entire Dieter Bravo interview deep dive.
You watched how personable he could be with someone interviewing him. But you also witnessed the side of him that could be a real ass. There was an old Rolling Stone article you read briefly that described him as “an enigma of a man you’d run into at a bathroom and believe you fever dreamed the entire interaction” and that entirely described Dieter perfectly.
By the time your weekly night stream arrives, you can’t help but think of him. He promised you he would be present.
“Ghostie I’ve only missed ONE of your streams and it was only because I was on shrooms and got explosive diarrhea. Not a good night for me.”
It horrified you hearing that but also had you holding back the giggles because the earnestness in his voice was so pure.
Dieter Bravo is a pure enigma of a man for sure.
You decide to stream again with your face camera on to embrace the weight and joy of being known. And also because a secret, but very aware part of you, knows Dieter Bravo watches you.
Your mind wanders to the photos of him at the academy awards. You honestly stared at those for a good few minutes because you could get over how much of a god he looked in his striking tux.
You also think of the one day he video chatted with you. Obvious coke residue was dusted on his nose and he wore a Golden Girl’s shirt that had Cheeto dust on it. Even witnessing that side of him, a deep fondness and even deeper attraction for this chaotic cluster of a man infects you rapidly.
Drop kicking those thoughts away, you jump into playing Tears of the Kingdom. A small discussion buzzes in the chat about which of Zelda’s outfits are the best. You go to check on chat and your heart jumps straight into your throat seeing the familiar user name now among the bunch.
DB_Blaster: Ghostieeeee, my dear you are looking extra ethereal today 🥰
A sharp heat spreads over your cheeks and a giddiness surges through you.
“Moron.” You snicker mainly to yourself even though you know chat probably caught it.
An alert pops up from discord. You click onto it quickly and find a private message.
DB_Blaster: you’re adorable when you get flustered
You are falling down a dangerously slippery slope for this dumb actor. Mentally you want to sink your fingers onto a ledge to stop yourself from going into a free fall.
You simply reply back with a silly nonsense gif because it’s all you can muster.
Stream goes smoothly and you call it in early for the night. Another discord message awaits you and this time you already know who it’s from.
DB_Blaster: what’s the one thing you need the most for streaming?
That stuns you.
When you took the jump into streaming you promised yourself you’d only get the basics and nothing too expensive. Because sure, as much as you would love to spend a couple extra bucks on a better microphone, better software, or even a full time editor you had bills to pay, snacks to buy.
You simply reply back that better audio would be nice.
DB_Blaster: wait how do you buy better audio? 🗣️
You laugh and find it so easy to video call him now.
When he answers, Dieter is not in his lavish LA apartment but a similarly lavish and sleek hotel.
“Hi ghostie.” He grins.
“Wait where are you?”
“Rude! Did you forget I had an audition for a new Broadway production?!” Dieter gasps hurt.
“No, I remembered! I was just surprised you didn’t fly back home already.”
He scoffs. “No way, and miss getting some New York pizza? Plus I’m lazy and just would rather deal with LAX tomorrow.”
As you snicker you decide to settle in for the night. Propping him up against your mirror in the bathroom Dieter suddenly gasps again.
“Am I in your bathroom?! We haven’t even gone on a proper date yet!”
“I’m gonna hang up on you.” You smirk, shaking your head.
A thought suddenly trickles in. You think of AJplays and a few other streamers who are now all your dear friends. There is a small but dear step it takes to see more of the person behind the youtube name.
So you take that step. You give Dieter your real name.
“You can call me that now.” You try to be eased with it as you go to wash your face for the night until you catch how direct Dieter stares at you.
He repeats your name, breathing it out on an exhale that sounds reverent. It galvanizes your heart into a dangerous spring.
“Yup, that’s me.” You weakly reply.
“Your name suits you.” Dieter sincerely says.
“Thanks. Halcyon Ghost is my middle name.”
That makes Dieter laugh and you hate the excitement rushing in you from making him laugh.
Dieter Bravo is truly such a wild but interesting man. He has told you about the time he almost jumped into the water fountain at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. Then over a video call he softly revealed how he wants to create art, performances, that connect with people even long after his soul has passed into the next dimension.
“S’why I got into acting.” He had said so simply.
You can’t believe this strange endearing man now sits in your phone urging you to do a cliché beauty influencer talkthrough of your night time routine.
You raise up your boring moisturizer with the peeling label in the way you had seen in TikToks and videos. However your lack of enthusiasm immediately has Dieter and you busting out wild giggles like school children trying to keep quiet in a library.
Eventually you and him settle into a comfortable eased conversation.
“So you talked about audio earlier…what do you need for better audio?” Dieter of course brings that up again.
“Eh, a better microphone, or some sound mixing equipment. But like I said, I'm good with what I have.” You are.
“I could get you something nicer.” His voice echoes off the walls of your small bathroom and your eyes go wide.
“Uh no!” You chide him. “Please don’t buy me things!”
“Why?” He debates simply.
“Because…because I said so!” You sputter back. Because the thought of this gorgeous man spending money on you is making your knees want to buckle.
“Aren’t we friends? Friends buy each other things.” Dieter replies stubbornly.
“Not new hundred dollar mics!” You fire back just as stubbornly.
“Oh they’re only a hundred dollars? Baby that’s nothing.” He scoffs. But the new nickname he so casually calls you rips a new heat through your body. It crawls up your spine and makes your throat going dry.
You stay quiet not knowing what to say or not trusting what you might say.
“Did I upset you ghostie?” Dieter asks playful but the concern is there.
“No, I'm just tired.” You lie.
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe you for a second and you know it.
“Come on,” you grab him from his perch against your mirror and give him a sleepy grin. “Bed time.”
“Are you taking me to bed now, little ghost!? If I knew we were taking this step I would’ve ordered us dinner before!” Dieter exclaims again dramatically and over the top.
You laugh in disbelief and settle against your bed frame.
“You moron.” You can’t help but sigh fondly.
“Yeah your moron.” He offers back gently.
Was he slowly becoming yours, or were you just becoming his? All you can do is grin soft at him and shrug.
“So, you wearing any cute underwear?” He flat out asks. You place your phone down and away from you on the blanket as if to put him in timeout.
Dieter barks a hilarious and loud laugh that fills your room with warm energy you can almost hold in your hands.
You pick up the phone and glare at him.
“You better behave.” You chide him with no malice because your mind is still trying to settle down from the question he asked.
“I will, I will. I swear on my Oscar.” Dieter reassures. It only makes you roll your eyes.
“Tell me why you picked your YouTube name, halcyon ghost.” He says your channel name with proper grand bravado.
It was October when you made the channel. Your thoughts immediately went to something spooky. You also explained how you always thought the word ‘halcyon’ was nice.
“So why not.” You finish explaining a bit anticlimactic.
“Did you know the word comes from some like Greek myth too?” Dieter offers then happily jumps in to retell it.
“Halcyon was the name of some bird. It had the ability to calm rough seas whenever it went to nest or some shit. It’s why the word ‘halcyon’ means tranquility and peace.”
Everytime you are reminded of how worldly and sometimes sagely this ridiculous man can be it knocks something solid through your chest.
“That’s beautiful.” You admit.
Dieter hums thoughtful. “Yeah.”
His eyes suddenly flicker to unflinching look to you. It is just you and him staring so directly at each other. But you can’t hold his gaze for long. You blink away, not even truly focusing on anything.
“So no true poetic meaning picking ‘ghost’?” Dieter asks now interested and curious.
You laugh. “I mean, not really?”
You could probably do some deep analysis and talk about how as a creator, it’s easy to feel like a ghost when there is no interaction with the content created.
You wanted to keep your face, your identity, a bit hidden so the ghost image fit.
“But you know how that went.” You joke.
He snickers.
“Ghosts also haunt things.” Dieter offers with a light tone.
“They do.” You nod.
“Would you believe me if I said you have been haunting me?” Dieter admits into the quiet space of your bedroom.
Your heart trips, skips a beat and you try to control your face but it’s so hard when your eyes snap to his fast.
A moment passes with his wonderfully magnetic eyes again staring at you but now he seems to be waiting for you to say something, anything. Even over a simple video chat the atmosphere in your room thickens, becomes hazy, and it begins to sink beneath your skin.
All you can do is nervously laugh. “I’d say that’s a good one and you should save it for chat.”
Humor, it’s all that you have sometimes. Plus, you don’t know if he is being serious or playful. It’s hard to find the hard line between the two when he’s an actor, a man known for putting up fronts. Because even though you now see him as a friend, there is still a strange space between you and him that you want to cautiously navigate. It feels like a deep river that if you take one more step into you might fall into a rushing tide.
Dieter hums and you don’t miss how his eyes immediately lower a bit downcast.
“I’ll let you go for the night ghostie.” Dieter mutters.
The tension does not leave your room even when the video calls leaves and it makes your skin crawl.
You are at a company dinner Friday night when the email comes.
“Hi Halcyon Ghost
Exciting news! Here is your invitation to this year’s VidCon held in Los Angeles California!”
It is a clash of two worlds and you can’t focus your excitement into anything without making one of your coworkers confused.
AJ already has messaged you screaming with his excitement over you and him receiving the same invite.
You and him already start screaming a plan to meet up and room together.
For some reason your mind jumps to Dieter.
You want to tell him, want to freak out the same way you did when he proudly called you to announce he got the broadway part he auditioned for. He’s become such a strange but solid facet in your life it almost aches how badly you want him more than anything.
Because you’re still at dinner you decide to message him quick and fast in discord. So fast you don’t even remember what you sent. By the time you return to your apartment you find a mess of messages waiting for you.
DB_Blaster: MY DEAR GHOST?? EXCUSE ME?!?!?!
DB_Blaster: WHAT A PRO! WHAT AN ICON!!!
DB_Blaster: 🎉C O N G R A T S 🎉 BABY!!!
DB_Blaster: GHOSTIE!!! CALL ME NOW!!
You do so eagerly.
“Uh hello?” He answers in a bad accent that you vaguely remember from that bad Cliff beast whatever movie. “Is this pro gamer halcyon ghost? Now famous VidCon invitee?”
You laugh is bright and loud and you don’t care.
“I can’t believe it!” You cry. “Me, AJ, and a few of our other friends got the invite! I mean it’s just an invite and it’s not much but-“
“No,” he cuts you off sharply and even frowns. “Don’t do that, give yourself credit. Your content is awesome as fuck and you deserve this!”
Your face drops because he sounds so sincere.
He notices it too. Over the phone’s screen you watch as Dieters eyes flicker and scan over your face so intently.
“God I’m so fucking proud of you.” He breathes out and it makes your spine snap straight.
“Dieter…” you exhale and now catch that familiar shift coming in the air. Even over the video chat you again sense it, something brewing and becoming uncontainable, stretching thin as if it's a wire maybe about to snap.
Then your phone rings.
You cuss sharp under your breath.
Your best friend’s hilarious photo pops up on your phone. You know the call is to congratulate you on the invite. But you know there’s something even more pressing here sitting in the air between you and Dieter. You don’t want to avoid it anymore. The elated energy, the buzz of the high, makes you want to face whatever this is head on, to dive right into whatever is brewing beneath the tides.
Your eyes shoot an apologetic look to Dieter. An understanding but little crooked grin paints his features and makes him look so boyish.
“Text me back or call me when you can.”
Dieter hangs up and you already ache for the actor you’ve grown so deeply fond of.
The phone call with your best friend is wonderful, joyous, and you appreciate the support like this in your life. But it’s getting late and you can’t help but think about the actor still possibly waiting for you.
So you grasp onto the exuberant energy still humming through your system. You harness it with all your might and immediately call him. You chide yourself for getting caught up in the excitement and not video calling him.
Then Dieter answers.
“Ghostie?” He sounds wrecked, out of breath.
“Hi yeah, it’s me. Sorry, am I interrupting something?” You offer small and so worried now.
Until he sighs and it sounds soaked in sex, so delicious and dangerous.
“Baby…” he sighs your name out and it has never sounded more sacred.
“You gotta know,” Dieter whines. “You gotta know how much I want you.”
You are sent out of orbit. Your mind, your body, all melt as everything inside you ignites in a fierce flame.
A few weeks ago you learned one of Dieter’s movies involved a heated sex scene.
After searching and finally finding the clip, it shot the strongest dosage of arousal through your body at a dizzying speed. You rewatched it an embarrassing amount of times, more than you even want to admit to yourself. You thought about how fierce and consuming he kissed his costar. And now those scenes vividly flash in your head, begging you to fall into the beautiful abyss creeping up below you.
“Dieter.” You reply a bit choked.
The faint wet noise of his hand stroking his cock comes and it makes you swallow back a whine.
“Wanted you for so long, think about you all the time.” Dieter mutters in a trance.
“I…” there’s so much you want to say, so much you want to discuss. But heat licks a blazing path through your veins. It makes your underwear sticky and so wet already. All those hesitations and all thoughts you had flutter away.
“Don’t think,” Dieter coos like a soft siren begging you to join him. “Just feel, come on baby. Feel with me.”
So you do. Your hand slips greedily beneath your underwear and you feel everything right there with him in the warm glow of your bedroom.
Sunday night you are on a discord voice call with Dieter as he waits out his canceled flight.
After not talking to him all Saturday he was the one to finally break and call you first. You’re surprised you even answered.
“I can hear you thinking ghostie.” Dieter hums amused.
It’s been on your mind this entire time since Friday, since the phone sex - the thought of whatever you and him are becoming, have now become.
“Talk to me.” He offers soft, soft like the way he wishes you good night over voice memos every night now.
“Do you think about how we have like…different layers? Like I know your job is literally about being someone else. And I understand you present yourself a certain way even in interviews and you aren’t even your true self there-”
“If you watch that one buzzfeed interview I did high I think you’d recant your words baby.” He jokingly interjects and you snort.
“You know what I mean.” You gently return back to the thought you’ve been wanting to discuss with him.
“And with me, I know I have layers of how I’m perceived online and I just…” your voice trails off now thinking you might be getting caught up in your words.
“You think we’re both just caught up in the projected perceptions of the other huh?” Dieter muses.
It again startles you how perceptive he is.
If there is anything that you would have not pictured Dieter Braver to be, it's perceptive. But he is. This is of course the same man who told you how he once drank a Baja blast out of a black licorice because he wondered if the flavor would change. But he’s also deeply intuitive, even a bit wise, and those traits shine so warmly now.
“Ghostie,” he begins and then says your real name. “Remember when I told you how I found your videos? How I said it was…wait fuck what did I say it was like?”
“Kismet,” you smirk saying the word.
“Yeah that’s it thank you baby!” Dieter cheers. “Okay anyway, I said that ‘cause it’s true. Your video was like…some damn lifeline I didn’t know I fucking needed. Finding you felt like I was returning from a haze.”
Confliction bubbles in you with an acidic wave. Pride, gratitude, and even deep admiration rise up all for him but it also strongly clashes with the fierce realist in you.
“And then I got to know you.” He adds firm. “I learned what your favorite take out meal is. I still remember the story you told me about your most embarrassing moment. I learned about the movies you love and the ones you hate.”
Hours were spent discussing movies. You should have known any movie talk with an actor would result in hour long debate over which Lord of the Rings movie is best since Dieter swears it’s the first.
“I know you.” He urges.
“I mean, I don’t know who your favorite teacher was and shit but I…I think I know you. You’re now not just the cute as fuck streamer who brought me out of my dumps. You’re someone who’s been brigtening the FUCK out of my life just from hearing you talk about what you plan to get at the grocery store.”
You don’t realize you’re on the verge of tearing up until you blink and find tears blurring your vision.
“Still can’t believe you donated that much.” You sniffle.
“Yeah but doing that let us all see your lovely face so ha.” Dieter replies haughtily.
“Look baby, let’s just keep getting to know and grow with each other, yeah?” He offers in a hopeful and warm tone that reminds you of a tangerine sunrise.
“Yeah.” You agree and gently walk into that tangerine sunrise.
“Now will you let me buy you some new audio shit?” He asks in an annoying childish high pitch voice and the soft moment gets squashed. But it is pure Dieter.
“You moron.” You choke out through an affectionate laugh.
“Yeah your moron ghostie!” He exclaims with all his might.
“Please tell me you did not just yell that in the middle of an airport.”
“Oh you know I’ve acted worse in an airport. That was nothing.” He scoffs.
You do know. Dieter explained, even sent articles, about how he ran around the Denver Airport once trying to see if there were actual lizard people in the tunnels. It’s why he is forever banned there.
Remembering that solidifies his words.
To know someone is a blessing, a privilege, even if the stories surrounding them are so wild and ridiculous. Maybe even more so with this man.
Because to know Dieter Bravo is to know he is ridiculous, wild, a bit eccentric, but entirely warm and heartfelt.
You realize you never want to know a day without him.
That thought blooms into firm wonderful roots that immediately grow in your heart’s chambers.
By the time VidCon approaches only a month away you, Dieter is now simply calling you over your phone. Discord voice and video chats no more.
“So what are your LA plans?” Dieter asks while chewing through some jerky.
“Well AJ and I already got a room booked by the convention center so that’s my biggest relief.” You and AJ already had excitedly joked about maybe running into a celebrity. A part of you even now has to suppress giggling at just thinking about how you have daily phone calls with a known celebrity buzzfeed articles have deem ‘Sexy AF.’
Except right now said celebrity burps disgustingly loud in your ear.
“Dieter, gross.” You frown.
“Sorry babe…Anyway,” Dieter bounces back quickly. “Want me to pick you up from the airport?”
You almost drop your phone.
“Honey what?” You wheeze out.
“I love it when you call me honey!” He gushes so obnoxiously. You’ve been calling him honey for months now and it never fails he says this every time.
“Focus Bravo.”
“Yeah okay,” he sighs. “As I was saying, let me just pick you up from the airport.”
The thought of finally seeing him in person freezes you. After months of doing the long distance thing, having incredible phone and video sex, everything now settles in you fast. From your excitement, to the fear of him actually seeing you in person-
“Ghostie.” Dieter breaks into your thoughts with a sing song like tone.
You sigh now “Sorry honey.”
Dieter giggles dreamily. “Honey.”
You sigh again.
“Let me pick you up baby.” He suddenly purrs low as if he wasn’t just giggling like a lovesick fangirl a split second before.
It would solve your issue about dealing with a ride share or even the horrifying thought of getting a rental.
“Sure, why not.”
Dieter screams loud as if his favorite sports team just scored but Dieter doesn’t care for sports and you hang up your phone.
He simply now texts you: [See you at stream tonight babeyyy]
You playfully reply back: [not if i block you 😊]
He simply sends back a gif of a dumb minion blowing a kiss and you now really contemplate blocking him.
Later that night on stream, as you play the most recent Pokémon game, you see Dieter’s name pop up.
DB_Blaster: hello beautiful my ghost
You hid your smirk behind the hand your face is leaning on.
Chat of course ignores him while they excitedly continue to send encouraging words about the upcoming VidCon trip. A few members even eagerly hope they can run into you at the convention. It is exciting and reminds you of the exciting energy that awaits before a big vacation.
Then a chime comes from chat.
This one alerts you that someone sent a super chat, which includes a donation with it.
Your eyes readily flicker over to check and thank whoever sent it. Then your eyes almost pop out of your socket.
DB_Blaster - $900 super chat!
“What the fuck!?” You can’t help but flat out shriek.
Thankfully chat reacts just as wild.
butterflybabe: dude db_blaster can you like adopt me??
justAshley: I am manifesting this type of energy to find me oh my god
You scramble quickly to your phone to text him in all caps about what the fuck does he think he’s doing.
[Dieter: for ur mic and audio shit baby!]
[Dieter: Don’t think I forgot 🥰]
[Dieter: or for maybe a new vibrator hmm 👀????]
You swallow back the scream you want to let out and instead slam your phone back down.
Recovering fast you grin at the chat.
“Don’t worry everyone, DB Blaster is actually my estranged rich grandmother, so let’s all say thank you to her! Thank you grandma!” You smile bright and wide on camera.
Dieter straight up calls you in the middle of the stream and you can’t help it. You laugh and almost knock over your microphone.
After scrambling for the days off, shoving everything into a suitcase, suddenly the month is over and you are landing in Los Angeles ready for VidCon.
LAX is an experience, like a whole world encapsulated in one place.
There is a MAC makeup store, a Michael Kors and then a Jersey Mikes. You don’t want to wander around too much before getting lost in its depths. You can almost hear Dieter’s voice rattling off in your head, warning you not to get lost or else the alien creatures living in the airports will grab you and make you play monopoly with them like a scene out of a bad 80’s Sci Fi movie.
Thankfully you don’t have to wait too long to actually hear his voice. Your phone rings and you rapidly scramble to answer it.
“Hello?” You breathlessly answer.
“Baby,” His voice is drenched in disappointment and so much heartbreak. “My ghostie…Fuck I’m so sorry I can’t make it.”
You knew he would be cutting it close with his photoshoot.
“Honey it’s okay I promise.” You reassure him but you still are a bit heartbroken. Your excitement escapes you like a deflated balloon getting caught up in the ceiling of the Los Angeles airport.
“I’ll make it up to you I swear!” Dieter urges with devout conviction.
You know he will, in his own Dieter way and that’s enough to comfort you.
The walk to the rideshare pickup area is solemn but you carry yourself and your luggage with gathered dignity. Thankfully your Uber driver is sweet and you enjoy the chat during the drive. She happily suggests restaurants and different bars to check out making the trip to the hotel not too bad.
Finding AJ already in the lobby waiting for you makes the journey even better. After the hilarious freak out for finally meeting, you now eagerly discuss dinner plans with him.
“Maybe we can go food truck hunting?!” AJ offers excitedly.
You agree with just as much excitement and move to open the door.
There in the room a full array of colors explode before your eyes. So many flowers cover almost every surface of the hotel room. Their arrangements are large and fan out with flair. From gorgeous deep crimson roses to colorful lilies vibrantly begging to be smelled, it overwhelms you but in the best way.
“Okay, what the fuck?!” AJ cries. “Is this because we’re here for VidCon?!”
You want to think it is. But the teddy bear almost the size of the hotel wall nestled happily in the corner says otherwise. Especially because the sweet bear rocks some cool bright neon sunglasses, wears an ‘I ♥️ LA’ t-shirt and has a rolled up white paper taped to his mouth as a mock joint.
Your eyes however now go straight to the sweet little bundle of flowers, your favorite actually, that sit patiently on the coffee table.
A white folded note rests among the flowers.
‘Ghostie’ the handwriting is sleek but messy, scribbled fast but with intent. The sight of it already clogs your throat because it’s exactly how you’d picture Dieter’s handwriting.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it, hope this makes up for it! Don’t worry we’ll be together soon”
-DB
He even doodled a Sun wearing sunglasses with a heart beside it. Your own heart transforms into something light and buoyant. You worry about floating away at any moment.
AJ of course freaks out over dinner when you tell him everything As if summoned out from under a couch cushion himself, your non official-official boyfriend calls.
“Hello?” You answer with a warm grin and AJ eyes go wide.
“Is that him?” AJ mouths. You can only playfully shrug.
“When I walked out of my shoot just now I knew LA looked and smelled brighter and it’s because you’re here.” Dieter says with so much awe that it overpowers his classic Dieter type comment.
“Dork.” You smile so fond that AJ playfully makes a gagging face.
“When can I see you baby?” Dieter mutters in a sweet alluring tone that has something delicious crawling up your spine.
You explain how you are at dinner right now.
“Dinner?! In your first night in LA and it’s without me?!” Dieter exclaims dramatically.
“It’s with Markiplier isn’t it? I knew it! Well tell him he’s only half attractive and that when I get there it’s over for his gamer ass!” He screeches.
“Goodbye!” You laugh wild and unbelievable. You cut him off quickly because goodness, what a beautiful hilarious force Dieter Bravo is.
“So I’m thinking I might get to enjoy a hotel room all to myself this trip huh?” AJ comments playful and with a teasing smirk.
“Maybe!” You reply weak but you know the truth grows in your bones. It only solidifies when you text him to meet you at the hotel.
You want to spend as much time as Dieter will allow. You want to see his apartment, want to find that sweet cat he always takes pictures of during his runs. You want to enjoy and let yourself soak in the bliss of just being with the one man who has been lighting up your life.
[Dieter: heading over, see you soon ghostie 💘]
The text electrifies you faster and brighter than any strike of lightning could. Then, as you sit on the couch waiting for his call, your phone rings and you almost jump out of your skin.
“Yeah honey?” You answer breathlessly.
Quickly you open the door to rush to the elevator only to find Dieter Bravo standing there on the other side.
This moment has filled your daydreams more than you would ever admit. You wondered if this first meet would be some cinematic moment. You originally hoped this would have happened at the airport. You even pictured it a very sweet indie movie type way where the love interests finally meet at a place where so many paths cross and are brought together.
Yet here he is.
The man who’s filled your heart with so much humor and affection that right now it swells to the point you wonder if you might burst.
Dieter’s face falls in complete awe.
He hangs up the phone and before either of you can say anything he moves in quick steps. He swiftly sweeps you into his arms.
Dieter kisses as if you might disappear. His mouth is warm, tasting faintly of ice coffee and a shot of desperation. It makes you melt into him. You clutch his Los Angeles Lakers sweatshirt as you kiss him back with everything you have.
The months, the build up, it all led to this.
As fast as he kissed you, as fierce as he licked into your mouth, suddenly Dieter gently cradles your face. He pauses for a split second and then he is kissing you so softly, so light.
Dieter kisses your lips gently, once twice, before moving to kiss the corner of your lips, the top of your cheek. He finally kisses your forehead and the tenderness overwhelms your senses.
“You’re here.” Dieter breathes out.
“You’re here.” You choke back.
Dieter pulls away and grins a molten sleepy thing that touches his eyes.
He is everything you have dreamed of and then more.
When he pulls you into his arms, simply to just hold you, you squeeze him back with all your might.
“No more screens separating us, ghostie.” Dieter coos affectionately into the top of your head.
No more screens indeed.
As if Dieter himself is a real ghost, he spirits you away from the hotel room. You think your laugh and his still hang in the hallways of the hotel.
“Okay, are you sure you want to do this?” You ask hesitant.
“Yes ghostie, this is the fifth time you’ve asked me. Should I remind you again that I’m the one who suggested this and got excited when you said yes?” Dieter scoffs as he settles into the seat beside yours.
Your heart hammers loud in your ears. You’ve never done this. Hell knowing you’re doing this with him feels even more terrifying.
“Hey,” Suddenly his warm larger hand moves to squeeze yours.
Your eyes flicker to Dieter. He is the picture perfect example of ease and you know it’s not the edible he took because it already wore off after he picked you up from VidCon.
“If you don’t feel comfortable then no worries.” He reassures you effortlessly. You can’t help it. You lean over and kiss him soft, appreciative.
It’s been so easy to fall into place with him.
He kisses you back more and more. You’re about to pull away until he breathes against your lips.
“Move here, move in with me.”
Your eyes snap open wide and you scramble away from him.
“Dieter WHAT?!”
“What!?” He cries back just as loud. “I thought that might take away the nerves and give you something else to think about and then the words just kinda flew out!”
Your damn chaotic but so sweet boyfriend…
You exhale feeling the old nerves now transfer into this new topic and you suppose Dieter’s plan did work in a way.
“Ghostie,” Dieter urges. “Talk to me please.”
A silence settles between you and him.
“You want me to move in with you?” Your voice is small, barely able to process the words yourself. Your eyes flicker to Dieter. He stares at you with the cutest worried face.
“Baby if I had it my way you’d quit your job, live here with me and live off my money until you get sick of me. You’d be here and do whatever the fuck you want for as long as you want.” His tone is soaked with sincerity as he answers without hesitation, without doubt.
“I just wanna come home to you. Wanna see your moisturizer in my bathroom. I want to get into fights over which Pringle’s flavor is best,” Dieter continues so earnest. “It’s the shrimp cocktail flavor by the way.”
“It’s not.” You reply with a sniffle and Dieter smirks affectionately as his thumb strokes your hand.
“Just…think about it, okay?”
It’s a lot to process but hope swirls and swells in your chest. It speaks more than you can at this moment. All you can do is lean forward to kiss him fiercely and true.
Dieter kisses you back softer.
“Come on ghostie,” He mutters against your lips. “Don’t you have a stream to get to?”
“Guess this is why celebrities don’t date fans huh.” You mutter.
Dieter busts out laughing at your comment and you join him feeling bright and limitless. He yanks you into his arms and kisses you multiple times now, all loud and relentless. For the finale he blows a raspberry on your cheek making you laugh even louder.
If you are his ghost, you think he might be your halcyon. A strange beautifully colored bird that seems mythical but one that brings you so much sweet peace among the waves.
“Alright come on let’s do this.”
You jump onto stream and warmly smile as Dieter sits besides you.
Warmly and as casually as you can you greet everyone while also explaining the elephant, or this case academy award winning actor, in the room.
Chat rapidly explodes.
socallie: Dieter bravo?? DIETER BRAVO IS THAT YOU?
butterflybabe: holy shit is that actor dieter bravo?
floatify: Gio from Cliff Beasts I’m ur biggest fan
soupjuicy: DIETER!!!! WOWOWOWOW I LOVE YOU!!!
svdbeau: Uh? HOW? EXPLAIN PLS??
gammagamma: This is the crossover I didn’t know I needed, this is my endgame
dreamfairy95: wait who is this guy
AJPlays: heeheeheee
A j’s comment has you snickering. It’s enough to release the nerves and let you settle in. Unseen by chat or the camera Dieter rubs your knee fondly and a bigger smile tugs at your lips.
You explain that, since it’s VidCon, you thought to try something new and have a friend join. You don’t even have to see Dieter to know he’s smirking like the damn cat that caught the canary.
His agent and manager both loved the idea of him doing a surprise stream.
“Apparently it would be a great way for me to ‘connect with the youth.’” He told you even using air quotes. “Like fuck, I get it. I’m old but hey I’m hip! I can hang!”
That was enough to have you agreeing in a fit of giggles. And after you accepted, then after he fucked your brains out, Dieter warmly told you this was a new fantasy he didn’t even know he needed.
“Finally getting to have fun with my baby while playing games? That’s a dream come true ghostie.”
You find now that maybe it’s a secret dream for you too. Finding someone who wants to sit beside you and cheer you on, who wants to enjoy this silly endeavor that’s become so important to you is a tender dream you want to cherish.
Just thinking of it makes you reach down secretly to quickly squeeze his hand.
“I came here to immortalize myself on the internet as one of the best Mario Kart players ever.” Dieter suddenly speaks and instead of it startling you, a surge of reassurance washes in.
You’re here with him. Who would have thought? Because instead of feeling overwhelmed at the thought of celebrity Dieter Bravo here, it’s simply your boyfriend, Dieter.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Dieter announces with competition and confidence beaming in his voice. “And yes my Mario Kart main is Birdo because I stan a queen in this household.”
He is a natural, effortlessly interacting with chat and laughing so easily with you.
By the time you realize he’s beaten you twice on Bowser’s Castle, you find you never want to leave this moment.
Because this moment? It is a bit ridiculous but wonderful. It reminds you of tasting a sour candy that makes your face pucker so tight but the taste is incredible and makes you only want more.
And you do, you want more moments with Dieter.
“Fuck YEAH! VICTORY! Eat my ASS BOWSER!”
As Dieter screams excitedly, throwing his hands in the air and even doing the weirdest wiggle victory dance, you think you might be the real winner in this game.
#I’m gonna go play Stardew valley until my fingers bleed now ok that’s all bye!!!!#dieter bravo x reader#dieter 🤎
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Enemy Number One
Tommyinnit x Streamer!reader
MCC on a different team than Tommy doesn’t go to plan
Word Count: 899
A/N: This is my first fic for Tommy/mcyt so I hope you like it (and please request for them)
Warnings: Language (lots of it)
For this MCC, you and Tommy were on seperate teams. Scott decided that since you two went public with your relationship, he didn’t want anyone to have to deal with both of you on one team so he split you up. You two had been on the same team in the past so neither of you were upset at not being together for the tournament.
You were on Yellow Yaks with Wilbur, Phil, and Shelby and you guys were third with only two more games left. If your team did well enough, you could make it to the top two and play in Dodgebolt.
“I think it might be hole in the wall,” Phil said as you all watched the chickens move about the voting arena.
“Nooo,” you whined, “I want to get to the other side. It’s more fun.”
“But we’re better at hole in the wall,” Phil countered, “It’ll put us in a better lead for the last game.”
“Or, we can save it for the last game and pop off,” you suggested.
You watched as the in-game chat started counting the chickens and then the chosen game flashed up on the screen, “Yes!” you yelled, startling everyone, “Okay okay, just remember on the building ones to build up high first and then bridge. You’re less likely to get knocked off that way.”
~~~~~
You were halfway done with the game and you were sitting in the top ten. The past three rounds, you had gotten knocked off and your chat had informed you that it had been Tommy each time.
“Chat, does he have it out for me or what?” you asked, reading through all the messages saying it was Tommy who kept knocking you off, “Listen, we had an agreement we wouldn’t go easy on each other but I didn’t think I would have to tell him to not fucking target me. If he does it again, I’ll kill him.”
You umnuted on Discord and explained to your team what was happening, “Tommy is being a dick,” you said, “He keeps knocking me off. Chat is saying he’s purposely targeting me.”
Phil laughed at your complaint, “I’m not surprised.”
“Philza Minecraft. He is the reason we are losing. You should be more upset,” you said, pouting.
“Y/s/n just punch him back,” Will said.
“You know I don’t need an excuse to do that,” you said as the next round started. It was a building one so you built a pillar and started bridging across the platforms. From the corner of your screen, you saw the familiar pixels of Tommy’s skin coming closer to you.
“Oh no you don’t you bastard,” you mumbled under your breath. You tried to move away from him but it was too late. You tried to fight him off once he got close but it didn’t work. You got knocked off into the void.
“Tommyinnit you fucking dickhead prick!” you screamed, way louder than you anticipated, “I know where you fucking live and I will fucking murder you.”
“Everything okay over there?” Phil asked in the moment of silence that followed your rant.
“Does it sound like everything is okay? No Tommy fucking hit me off again. I need to go yell at him. I swear to god I’m going to commit murder or arson or both.”
~~~~~
You managed to keep your cool for the rest of the two rounds but as soon as you got back to the main lobby, you grabbed your phone and called Tommy.
“Tommy fucking innit. What the fuck? You kept hitting me off. Each round. Six times in a row. What the fuck!” you screamed through the phone.
Tommy had to quickly mute on discord so no one else on his team heard your angry rant. He tried hard not to laugh as you were yelling but he let a chuckle slip.
“Are you laughing at me?” you asked him.
“Well technically yes but also no,” he said, trying to cover himself.
“What does that mean?”
He changed subjects, trying to get the heat off of him, “Are you really upset with me over the game?”
“Not really but don’t you dare target me again like that,” you threatened, “Or I’ll make you come to America to visit. I won’t come to Brighton anymore.”
“Okay okay I won’t,” he said, holding his hands up in defense.
“And you also have to win me a stuffed animal from the arcade,” you added.
“Fine,” he replied, “I’m sorry.”
“You better be,” you grumbled, saying goodbye before hanging up on him, “I’ll murder him chat,” you said to your viewers, “Unless he does win me that stuffed sloth I wanted. Then he’s forgiven.”
Of course, everyone knew you weren’t actually that mad at him and you were just overreacting for the content. Yours and Tommy’s fans know that you wouldn’t let a video game competition break you up or cause an argument.
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In the end, your team finished third behind Purple Pandas and Tommy’s team, the Red Rabbits. For Dodgebolt, you immediately got the red foam finger and cheered for his team.
His team didn’t end up winning so you had to take the chance to bully him a little on Twitter before you two called and you made sure to tell him how great he did and how proud of him you were, which he returned.
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Red time :D I’m watching Ranboo
I am so behind on vods but it’s MCC day baby!!!!!!!
This team is gonna be so good, so silly but I think they could win
THE DRESS IS STUNNING KING but why the magenta eye makeup?? it adds to the unhinged vibe lol
Ranboo doesn’t know what sequins are?????
“I don’t mean anything that I say ever, any of the time, just so everyone knows” my streamer
HAPPY ROSH HASHANAH EVERYONE!!! <333
“Don’t be pissed at me if I don’t do well ❤️” why are they like this /pos
Ranboo’s religious side screaming for help every time he wears a dress 😭😭😭
Bad news: freedom of speech isnow behind a paywall, Good news: the money goes to charity
The M rating is exclusively so they can say death threats
“I swear to god, be funny!!! ‘Haha I said funny jokes’ I KILL YOU!! Guys it’s all jokes <3 it’s all jokes and it’s all love <333”
Shelby INSTANTLY gaslighting Ranboo into believing the audibly farted, I adore this duo with all my soul
Ran and Shelby are now pushoverduo <333 /s
WATER DOESNT HAVE A TASTE
I love this team so much
You can watch Ranboo but watch out, it’s a slippery slope to the “HELP HELPPPPP” vocal stim
Bingo enthusiasts my beloved
Ranboo just screaming when Shelby called them sexist 😂😂😂
Michael is a genuinely good sandkeeper, he just needs a team that will hype him up and respect him
The way I knew exactly where Ran was going lmao
Ranboo staring into the camera when they start talking about saw
Oh…. Ok……
Bingo but Fast
BINGOOOOOOOOOO
I missed bingo so much, it’s not even funny
He found a Michael you guys
“Wait can we take fall damage?” “I don’t think so” *falls to his death*
Gosh, I am still not used to the new caves, they’re so beautiful and scary
“I’m so smell and dumb :(” “that’s okay!!”
Holy crap the top 4 teams are all so close
“That was fun… well, it’s all downhill from here” SHELBY 😂😂😂
Parkour Tag
Them being excited to play it because they all hate it lol
Ran losing their absolute mind in parkour tag, maybe this game is fun
Shane is killing me actually
“I don’t feel strongly about anything” same!!!
This team is so funny holy
“Oh we’re in tenth right now” “No we’re not” Shane 😂😂😂
“Guys we’re better than a bunch of 40 year olds” “they’re not 40!!!!!” “They’re 50 theyre 50 theyre 50” this team oh my god
Ran calling Skeppy homophobic and Shane’s “I mean… is it-?”
“Who are we going up against? Who am I?” “You’re Ranboo” “Oh ok, that’s right” their chemistry has no right to be so good what the
I love Joel and Shane’s rivalry, neither of them know why they’re rivals but they are
I haven’t laughed this hard in absolute ages holy
Meltdown
“I can’t believe we have beef with the goddamn Pack”
“Are we supposed to be doing something?” THATS MY S-TIER
Tubbo threatening to tweet Ran’s address, beeduo crumbs /s /s /s
Red and pink’s beef is the funniest thing ever oh my god
Hole in the Wall
They’re so all over the place they mean everything to me
My streamer’s favorite color is 3, so true
“Skeppy’s having problems” “aren’t we all?”
The reactions to Shane saying his nose is bleeding lmao “What we’re you inhaling?” “Air”
“GUYS ITS BLUE- oh wait, it’s red” Shane 😭😭😭
“We’re all just gamers” “We’re all gay” so true
SHELBY POPPING OFFFFFFFF
Everyone hyping her up <333
Ranboo insisting they’re not bothered by different pronunciations whilst sounding progressively more bothered
Parkour Warrior
Ranboo?? Screaming????? Noooo…. /s
Vod muted Sadge
They’re popping off!!!!!!
Ran screaming at purpled to get a job and then instantly apologizing 😂😂😂
That drop lmao, it happens to Ran’s team every time
Ranboo got prescribed adhd meds today FINALLY /lh (I’m a psychology student and have adhd lol)
Skybattle
They’re surviving!!!!
Ran 2nd!!!!!!
Them avenging Michael’s honor my beloved
Shelby and Shane hiding in a hole lol
SHANE WILDIN
SHANE’S LEVI PLAY WHAT THE?!????!?!!
I could go off about how the amount of alcohol on MCC day correlates to how chill contemporary events are, everyone’s just here for a good time and it’s so much better this way
TGTTOSAWAF
WHY ARE WE PLAYING TGTTOS?????? I thought the final two were sands and grid :( /nm
Nothing like spontaneous karaoke over discord <333
“I AM FULLY STRAIGHT, I AM SO GODDAMN STRAIGHT, I AM NOT TILTED”
Ran was tabbed out but I’m imagining Michael and Scar holding the door open for each other lol
I have a headache lol
Grid Runners
I’m actually entirely okay with this tbh
Shane cheating pogchamp
Ran and Shelby “no u”-ing in the stone pyramid lol
That search the house was CLEAN
THEYRE SO GOOD AT THIS HOLY SHIT!!!!!!
Michael is so tipsy lmao
Ranboo in third, who woulda thunk
Dodgebolt
This was an amazing time, this team was wild
Oli v Ollie!!!!!!
“Everyone’s scared of Jojo and they should be” SO TRUE SHELBY SHUBBLE
“I actually have seen Sapnap miss these” lmao Shane
Them chanting Gem’s name <333
Aw rip, gg
Great times, great vibes <3
#mcc34#mc championship#ranboo#shubble#firebreathman#michael mcchill#nerdy’s mcc reactions#cw swearing
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Hey, it’s me, just stopping by with my Cute Freddy thoughts! I can seriously picture him and his SO setting up 4th of July decorations around their shared apartment and getting a bunch of snacks and alcohol and inviting the rest of the dogs over!
Bonus: Mr. White would definitely help with the decorating and getting everything together! And they would play cards against humanity!!!
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Hi friendo! So sorry for my late reply! How have you been doing? These are seriously so cool, I love this idea! I haven't ever attended a 4th of July celebration if you can believe that, probably because I'm Canadian and our version of it is on the 1st. Oh my goodness, I can just picture the scene so well though! I have to write headcanons for this here, which I'll do, albeit short. But yes, this is a fantastic idea! I hope that's okay with you if I write your thoughts up as headcanons, please let me know if it isn't and I'll correct it!
Full credit goes to this wonderful anon with extras added on by yours truly!
FANDOM: Reservoir Dogs
GENRE: Romantic relationship, platonic friendship, and fluff headcanons!
SYNOPSIS: Freddy Newandyke and his gender neutral partner throw a great party with the ResDogs to celebrate the 4th of July!
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing and drinking, but this is totally fluffy and cute!
Freddy is definitely excited to celebrate the 4th of July with you--as mundane as he thinks it is, he views it as an opportunity to have some quality time with you and the other Dogs. Thanks to multiple jobs, shifts at the station, and being too exhausted in the end, Orange hadn't been able to get that one on one time every couple needs, which he regretted. So even if it wasn't just the two of you, he was thrilled at the prospect of being able to have some time not weighed down by the ugliness of life.
He's getting ready for the big day a week beforehand, no question about that at all. You just come home from the grocery store one weekend to find him and White have busted out the decorations over a beer and K-Billy's Super Sounds of the Seventies: think streamers, colour-coordinated blues and reds, a massive American flag, the whole works, he goes big or goes home, literally. The excitement on the undercover cop's face was like a lightbulb, he was practically beaming. So you helped them out, laughing and catching up the whole time.
You invited all the Dogs over for a barbecue in the backyard of your apartment, the landlord on vacation and other tenants too busy to mind you guys out on the lawn cooking up ribs and getting drunk, so it worked out perfectly fine.
OKAY, ALL THE DOGS COME OVER IN OPEN HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND SHORTS, YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE ON VACATION TO TAHITI OR SOMEWHERE LIKE THAT, BUT IT'S SO FUNNY. ( Imagine that though, all of them in printed summery shirts like that, somebody needs to draw this as soon as possible, XD )
Blonde comes carrying three big cases of Budweisers and vodkas, decked out in his cowboy boots and hat with a piece of grass between his teeth. Brown, bless his heart, brings his camcorder and projector so you guys can watch movies if you want. In gold chains and diamond rings, Eddie supplies the ingredients for margaritas and the ribs though he looks a little too fabulous for a barbecue. White takes along his guitar, ready to play in case of impromptu singing. And Pink, being the sarcastic God-awful shit he is, is more than happy to crack out Cards Against Humanity.
So after eating to your heart's content, getting a little too drunk and doing inebriated renditions of the American national anthem, you all sing along to some Stealer's Wheel and Bedlam before playing Cards Against Humanity and laughing your asses off like horrible people, XD.
WAIT I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER ONE! What if Orange inflated a kiddie pool for the party and pulled out water guns? CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?! WATER-GUN WARS AND SPLASHING AROUND IN THIS WAY TOO SMALL POOL DRUNKENLY?! Holy shit, I'm freaking crying at this idea, ha ha. Eddie just steals the pool, and is like, " FUCK OFF, I'M THE KING OF THE CASTLE, BITCH!" in a slurred voice.
Anyways, the Dogs end up sleeping on your guys' floors and couch, poor Brown getting the worst lot and having to curl up in the bathtub. The next morning, they all make their way home, and you and Freddy spend a nice day together cuddling, playing video games, watching TV, and just being together.
UGH, SORRY FOR HOW BAD THESE WERE! I am drowning in my schoolwork, seriously, I have so much to catch up on but I'd much rather be writing here than doing assignments, ha ha. It looks like I might get a hiatus from my academics in August, so hopefully I can go back to writing regularly for you guys! I do promise that I have your requests drafted or ready, it's just finding time to get them out that is the issue. But anyways, have a great week everyone, and here's to what is hopefully a great summer!
#killingitreservoirdogsstyle#anonymous submission#anon idea#thank you anon#quentin tarantino#reservoir dogs#movies#mr orange#mr pink#mr blonde#mr white#nice guy eddie#mr brown#mr orange x reader#freddy newandyke x reader#freddy newandyke#tim roth#tim roth x reader#resdogs#reservoir dogs headcanon#reservoir dogs fanfiction#4th of july
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Sorry just HP Wizard game mention cause fucking streamers are getting doxxed and death threats. Rant mostly. Under the cut, so read at your own risk.
I swear to God that since this game's fucking announcement. The majority of the posts I've seen from trans people were "Hey can you not play the Wizard game?"
From what I understood the devs were already going to be paid, the only people getting that money from sales was Warner Brothers and Rowling.
And I know people are gonna be like fucking "Separate from the art from the artist" blah blah blah, but in this instance, we literally fucking can't. Apparently, the bitch in question sees any form of continued buying of any form of HP franchise as a support for her Terf Ideology.
Look I do fucking understand how much of a phenomenon HP was. I was born in 1998, but I read all the books by the time I was in 5th grade (around 10-11) and watched all the movies. I have a few books that extend the universe. I even have a wand from when I went to Universal Studios back in 2017.
I'm sorry if Harry Potter was the only good thing in your childhood, but fucking hell all sides of this argument need to think a little more critically about this.
And sometimes it's simple as fucking Wizard game bad for good reason. And we also get anti-Semitism again. A series that can't think about the concept of slavery in a critical manner. and whatever they named the fucking only known trans character in this game.
Streamers shouldn't be getting death threats about this for leaning one way or the other. But then I think about how the murder of the British trans woman Brianna Ghey and how the press and tabloids treated her postmortem.
Edit: Not to mention all the anti-trans legislation that Republicans are trying to pass all across the country in the US.
Absolutely no one should be doxxed for playing the fucking Wizard game, but considering all the anti-trans shit going around, you should at least read and listen to the trans voices that are saying to not play this fucking game.
In conclusion, Harry Potter is mid. Nostalgia is fucking blind. Fuck Terfs and for fucks sake, LET THE FRANCHISE GO.
The only was this franchise can be redeemed at this point is when it falls under fair use.
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hello hello lisey :) most exciting thing i've done all day is watch the close up vers of the orv musical. as you've seen. i still owe you everything for introducing me btw. also made a little bit of progress in sui hunter not much since the last update. i feel bad for gorke. i think that's his name. imagine being just some teenager and god shows up after two hundred years to declare you the new priest and then beat you up to make you learn magic what the. heretic questioner was so insane for staying in the tower for two hundred years just to use his snails to enslave everyone else T_T there's something wrong with him. i knew that already. umm i've been meaning to ask do you have any vtubers/streamers you'd recommend. i've wanted to start getting more into that stuff for a while but i am not sure where to start. no pressure to compile a huge in depth list on the spot if you don't feel like it just making one of your swag lists sometime whenever you're up to it would be cool ^_^
woooo i need to rewatch the orv musical bc it slaps. just rewatched 188 in 4k jesus christ. i posted it specifically back then so you would see it. and yayyy sui!! god beats you up on the daily in your dreams you are gorke. and heretic questioners snails are insane. heretic questioner is a manic pixie nightmare girl. and yayyyy streamers!!! my fave actual person is rtgame, the best twitch streamer ever imo he has had me waking up early on the weekends you need to have a strong grip on me to do that. his content is what makes me laugh the most, theres a bunch of great stuff on his yt channel.
here is my a list of vtubers you may like! noir vesper, hes really good at talking for hours and making every second entertaining, he can talk about computer parts for an hour and i wont understand but ill enjoy it. min suha, the most popular niji kr member, hes fluent in korean and japanese but is trying his best in english and is super funny and wholesome, slightly fruity. selen tatsuki, if i could marry a streamer it would be her, her laugh is contagious and is a beast at fps games and has my whole heart can she give it back i need it. hyakumantenbara salome, a jp high class lady whos incredibly funny, you may know her from the desu wa craze a while ago if that was an event to anyone else but me. other misc ones you may like: uki violeta, calm gay guy. pomu rainpuff, anything but calm fairy. enna alouette, she got into some controversy lately so maybe hold off but her contents great, and shu yamino, the only guy ive ever seen who doesnt swear but is also hilarious. i just infodumped all over the place ill need a mop to clean this up
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YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (PART 1)
Hi y'all. The brainrot took me with no warning, and I've written 5k for these two just the last two days. I've no idea how much I'll write, but I'm going to squeeze the serotonin for as long as I can lmao
Anyhow, this is a streamer/actor AU that somehow evolved into a sugar daddy AU. Till is a streamer, and Ivan is a famous actor who found him when he was a small streamer and fell in love; he's been sending donations for a good while now, but they've never communicated outside of it.
Until Till opens his PO box and Ivan's need to spoil Till is too much, at least. Then all bets are off, and Till finally starts thinking more about the stranger who keeps sending him gifts. I have a basic outline for it all, but I'm going with vibes first, since I mostly just want to write them and torture Ivan.
I'm going to be posts little snippets of what I've writer so far over the next few days, so please don't be afraid to come to my inbox to ask about them!
This was inspired by this fic! Check it out!
Till wasn't the most famous streamer there was. Not anything near that, actually, though he thinks he does well enough.
He has an established fanbase, almost 500k of them, he's sold some merchandise and collabed with some pretty nice people. He likes streaming, varying between his songwriting and recording processes and any new video game that catches his fancy.
When he started, he didn't think he'd do this for a living. He probably wouldn't be able to afford it, being a struggling musician as he was, for once.
He couldn't blame his comfortable living situation solely on one person, no, since that would be incredibly inconsiderate of the rest of his fans, but this one Navi person definitely funded Till's move from his old apartment mostly by themselves.
Case in point.
NAVI (TILL'S ATM) DONATED $100: Hyung, how's the new house?
Till reads the donation out loud, ignoring his chat going a little crazy over Navi's donation. By now, Till is used to Navi only ever sending messages through donations. He'd be so flustered, in the beginning, and worried enough he almost disabled them. Luckily Hyuna talked him out of it.
"It's going well. As everyone can see, my studio isn't done yet," he says, gesturing behind himself into the empty expanse of freshly painted wall. At least he'd painted it black already. "but the rest is going okay. I'm really sorry for the week I had to take off, everyone."
He quickly scams the chat, his heart feeling warm as all the people watching rush to reassure him that it's not a problem, he should take care of himself, and how glad they are he managed to move from his shitty rented apartment.
"Actually, I have some news for you all." He scratches his neck, a nervous habit, and looks to the side. Hyuna convinced him to do this, so he knows it's something streamers do, but he can't help being anxious about it. "Since I moved, and this place needs some decorations, I was thinking of opening a PO box and doing an... what's it called? Unboxing?"
The chat is going crazy, he can barely keep up, oh god. He feels his cheeks heat.
"An unboxing live and then decorate my stream setup with some stuff I get. Would you guys like that?"
His chat is a mess of "yeses" and incoherent screams, and Till can't help but smile a little. He's got to say, he's looking forward to this.
The following weeks are a bit of a mess. He streams less than normal, still setting up his new apartment; he goes with Hyuna to buy electronics she swears will make his streaming better.
Dewey, his brother, goes with him to buy a new shelving unit and help him set up all his new furniture. Isaac is strangely fixated on saying Till needs rugs and other things, otherwise his apartment is "just a place, not a home, bro", apparently.
He checks in with his PO box frequently, each day more excited by all the packages he got. After two weeks he announces on twitter he'll be closing the PO box in a week since he wants to be able to open all the gifts on stream and he's already got a good amount of them.
The day after his announcement, he goes to pick up any new packages to store in his living room since he doesn't want to burden the office workers and finds a package that makes his stomach twist in itself.
It's a large box, clearly packed by hand instead of the usual post-service stamps. And it has a large sticker reading "FROM: NAVI" on it.
Till doubts anyone would use the name to get his attention, since he does treat all his viewers equally, so this really is from Navi. He wonders what is in it, since Navi clearly has money to spare and intends to spend it on Till.
"It's probably a maid dress." Hyua says, helping him lug it all to his apartment.
"It's not!" He splutters, mortified. Hyuna raises an incredulous eyebrow. "It's probably snacks, or something like that. Navi's said they travel a lot." That, somehow, just makes the eyebrow twitch higher.
"You remember what your viewers say?" She asks, hip-checking his door open. He follows, frowning a little. He always remembers what his viewers say.
Navi, obviously, since they only talk in donations, but also a few other regulars. Kirby has an older sister they're sharing the computer with; Siren started learning the guitar because of Till, and is doing well for himself; Jaewoon – with the username Till's Merch Overlord – draws and is currently suffering through art university, BonBon who has a one-year-old and listens to Till while doing his household chores.
"Yeah? I mean, there's only so many people who regularly chat. And out of those, a good part are my mods." He says, shrugging. He knows Hyuna pays someone to mod for her, but Till didn't think he'd need a mod, since he never expected to get so many views. He kept going without mods for so long that the most active members of the community ended up auto-modding the rest, at which point Till just reached out and asked if they wanted to mod, and now he pays them for it because he felt bad otherwise.
(Of course, Navi isn't a mod. They'd fit Till's criteria, but they never chatted normally, so it was kind of hard to ask.)
"Aaah, you're just too wholesome, heartbreaker." Hyuna says, sighing, the old nickname that still makes Till confused coming out with a teasing lilt. She waves him off before he can say anything, though, plopping the box on the couch and grinning at Dewey. "Hey, this one you'll definitely want to check!"
Till rolls his eyes as his brother 'oohs' and 'aahs' over the package, Isaac peering over with a pocket knife ready to pry it open. When Till mentioned opening a PO box, he insisted on checking the gifts beforehand, just to make sure they were all stream-appropriate and, most importantly, not dangerous for Till.
He was grateful his brother cared, but he was less amused by the teasing and hint-dropping they'd been doing over the content of the packages. He leaves them to it, moving to the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee.
Looks like Isaac bought bungeo-ppang, so Till fills a mug and picks one, nibbling at it and looking into his fridge. He should go buy more food, but there's a seven-eleven right across his street, so he almost never bothers stocking up. He does need to get more tea, though, since he dislikes drinking water, and for reasons unknown, his chat enjoys it when he drinks on-stream.
He finishes updating his list and walks back to the living room, where Dewey has already closed the package back up, but is holding a small parcel in his hand, frowning. Hyuna looks over as he approaches, a complicated expression on her face.
"The rest of the package is fine to open on-stream, but I think this one might be best off-stream." She says, and the lack of any teasing or barb makes him worried. She must've read that in his expression, because she grins. "Do you happen to know why this Navi person likes you so much? I wouldn't mind getting some of these myself."
Till can't help but scowl, snatching the parcel from Dewey's hands. He doesn't know Navi, not really, but they're still one of his first viewers, and they do kind of give Till a lot of money.
"Keep your hands away from my viewers, hag." He has to move fast to escape her grab, which soon develops into a little keep-away with the parcel, soon ending up with Dewey on the ground howling with laughter as Isaac tries to haul Hyuna off him, curled on himself on the ground to keep the parcel to himself.
"Ugh, you brat! Just open it!!" She exclaims, sitting down on Dewey's lap, making the older man yelp. Till huffs, but sits up to analyse the gift.
It seems to be an envelope, like many of the letters he got, but there was something inside of it, making it weirdly bulky. Till folds it open, tipping the envelope so whatever it is can fall on his open hand, and stares.
There is a pair of... earrings, on his hand.
Diamond earrings, to be precise.
That the fuck.
Till stares at it, then peers inside the envelope. Nothing weird falls out, like a damned credit card or pure gold, but a little recipe with the return address of a high-class jewellery store makes itself known. The rest of the envelope contains a certification for the damned diamonds.
Till curls up back again, head in his hands, groaning. His face is so hot you could cook an egg in it.
Navi got him diamond piercings because Till complained once, months ago, that he wanted to switch out his piercings but didn't have the money for it.
"C'mon Till! You didn't tell me you had a sugar daddy!" Hyuna jeers, and from the hiss and yelp, Dewey just dropped her. The sound of them bickering – Hyuna insisting this Navi person has to be after Till's virtue, and Dewey being insulted by the thought of someone going after his little brother like that, plus Isaac googling the store to throw fuel on the fire – is enough to distract Till form his own freakout.
He sits back up, his face still red, to study the piercings better. There are six items in total. One is a simple diamond stud, a tiny and delicate stone, probably for his second hole. A pair of bigger stones, with four elongated asymmetrical spikes, making it look like a shining star, probably for his first hole. One's a series of round stones inlaid together in a belt, forming a hoop, for his helix piercing. The final ones are two silver loops, delicate and silver, for his double auricle piercing.
He thinks if he puts any of those on, he's going to spontaneously combust.
(Later that night, after Hyuna and Isaac went home and Dewey crashed on his couch, Till locks his bedroom door and tries them on. The pair of star-shaped earrings go on both ears, the tiny stud on his left, alongside the helix, which he takes a while to get on since it is so finicky, he pierced it himself with a safety pin in high school. The hoops go on his right, looking a little lonely with just the earring, remembering Till that he really wishes he had money to get a constellation on that ear.
He's wearing a simple white shirt, ready for bed, that slips off his shoulder to show off the simple moon covered by clouds on his clavicle, clashing with the TILL tattoo he has over his neck. He turns this way and that, watching the diamonds shine, and feels almost bad for using them.
Why did Navi send this to him? What did Till do, to deserve something as delicate as this? He's not the kindest of people, he's kind of an asshole actually, all shouting and side eyes. He's not the kind of guy that can properly appreciate such nice jewellery, not the kind of person that should be appreciated like this.
Still. The diamond shines against his skin, the silver compliments his white hair. He takes most of them off, only keeping the simple snake bites. He doesn't want to somehow dirty up the diamonds.)
part two
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hey i really enjoyed your nightly routine post with wilbur? i was wondering if you could do something similar but in the morning instead?
awe my love! I'm glad that you enjoyed the nightly the routine... here is the morning routine!
{Morning Routine} Wilbur Soot x Reader
summary: you and wilbur made a nightly routine video that blew up more than you have thought, so now its time to do a morning routine!
pronouns: not mentioned
word count: 2280
trigger warnings: swearing, mention of a knife for going chop chop, this was too cute for even me to handle and it came from my hands
a/n: my god is this long! I really got carried away. I could've made this into two parts but whatevs
a/n pt 2: takes place after the “Nightly Routines” but not directly connected
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wilbur masterlist
You deeply groaned as you fluttered your eyes open. This was not a great time to wake up. You really wanted another hour of sleep, but you knew you had work to get done today.
You looked behind you. You smiled at the sight of Wilbur in his sweet slumber, his arm lazily draped over your waist. Wilbur very much loved to be in bed with you. If he could, he would spend all day there, just you in his arms and some soft lofi in the background.
That was something very rare to get. Being a streamer and musician, Wilbur was busy almost all the time and rarely took a day off. Mornings and nights were dedicated to you. However, there were times that you would stream with him, or stop by the office to give him food, but nothing was compared to waking up with him.
“Oh shit,” You whispered, “We’re supposed to do morning vlog today.”
You looked around for Wilbur’s camera, which was no where to be found. You settled on stretching over to nightstand and unplugging your phone. You looked back at Wilbur to make sure he was still sleeping. You could tell he was by the gentle raise and fall of his chest and subtle “Ah-woo”. You just knew that was the perfect way to start the vlog. You recored him for about ten seconds of him doing his ‘not really a snore but definitely something’ and giggled almost the whole way through.
You would think that after living with him for two months and the multiple sleepovers that you’ve had with him, that you would be used to it by now. But even today you still giggled just like you did when you first woke up with him.
You snuck yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. Once arrived you did the intro, “Good morning chat! It is currently about 6:30 in the morning, and as you realize, I am the only one awake. As you saw, Wilbur is still sound asleep and that how it is every morning. So we’re going to vlog our morning routine today, which I promise is way more interesting than the nightly routine vlog. So, Wilbur is literally the best person ever and deserves the world. And his world, besides me of course, is his morning coffee. So I’m going to use our Keurig to get his coffee started.”
You stopped the recording and decided to get some of your creativity out. You weren’t musical like Wilbur and can't draw for shit, so videography was your way of being creative. You set your phone the in the corner and opened up the blind to let a little bit of light through. It still looked basic so you moved your plant to the background, which added the perfect look. You started brewing and hit record.
While that was going, you measured out the creamer and syrup and grabbed your sippy cup for your chocolate milk. No judgement here. We all know chocolate milk tastes better in sippy cups.
The brew came to a slow stop and you grabbed the camera, “Wasn't that a satisfactory angle chat? Now, I am more of an iced coffee person, so in the morning I have water or chocolate milk, and today is definitely a chocolate milk day.” You raised your cup to the camera and fake ‘clinked’ it, cutting the recording when it was closest to the camera. You finished up making Wilbur’s coffee and set it on the living room table.
You looked at the time, 6:50 am, now was a good time to get Wilbur up. You always let his coffee sit out for a little bit, that way he could drink it the second that he woke up. You threw some napkins under your drinks and moved another plant over there. You wanted your place to look aesthetically pleasing, even if it was a little bit staged. You did a transition with your cup, this time now on the table.
“Okay chat, we all now mr. simpbur is a snuggler so we don't have breakfast in the kitchen, instead we share on the couch, that way we can get all of our snuggles in before he has to leave for the office. I have everything set up, normally I would prepare breakfast too, but I feel like cooking with Wilbur this morning. We’ll do this about once a week for some bonding time, so let's go get him up,” You decided to keep recording, just in case Wilbur woke up from your loss of presence.
You creaked the door open, Wilbur was still asleep. He adjusted his body for that he was hugging a pillow, who you assumed was your replacement. You laid down next to him and just took a moment to admire him. It was moments like this that you forgot that you were internet personalities. This was you. This was Wilbur. Both of you living your life without needing to exaggerate yourself. This was Wilbur at his purest form. He was all relaxed, not even aware that he was being recorded.
You scooted closer to him and intertwined your legs with him. You brushed his bangs with the back of your hands and gently placed your lips on your forehead. He stirred a little bit, but not enough to wake him up. You took the pillow from him and wrapped your body around his, “Wilbur, my love, it's about seven, you need to get up.”
You could tell he woke up by him pulling you closer and burying his head only you neck. You gently massaged his head and twirled his curls between your fingers, “Come on Will, I got your coffee made already. We need to start breakfast.”
He shook his head and kissed your shoulder, “Mine.”
You laughed, “Yes Will, and ‘yours’ is hungry, let’s get up and eat.”
He slowly nodded and pulled you closer, “Mmmm... I love you.”
“I love you too, simpbur.”
He snapped his head up at the nickname and saw the camera, “Fuck-that’s today?”
You giggled and detached yourself from, “Say good morning to chat.”
He shook his head and buried it in his pillow out of embarrassment. You stop recording and put your phone on the stand. Just seeing Wilbur all flustered was enough to make you go back to bed. You laid back down with him and pulled him on top of you.
“We’re gonna have to re-record that part,” Wilbur mentioned.
You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, which he happily leaned into, “No bubs, we gotta keep it in. It was a very cute moment.”
He shook his head aggressively, “No! That was embarrassing!”
“Too bad, it’s on my phone so I get to chose what goes in.”
He huffed and grabbed your hand, accepting defeat, “You said you made my coffee?”
You two got up and sat down on the couch. Wilbur took you into his arms the second he took his first sip, his personal way of saying ‘thank you, you’re the best person to ever exist’.
“What are you feeling for breakfast?” You asked.
“You,” Wilbur joked, kissing your temple.
You gently pushed him, “No actually, I really want yogurt, so pick something that goes well with that.”
“Can we just make a fruit plate?”
You excitedly nodded, if it wasn't for Wilbur, you would not be eating healthy. He really made sure that you were going to live as long as he did. Neither of you could live without the other. If something crazy didn't happen to you, you were going to die from a broken heart.
Wilbur grabbed your phone and started recording, “So um, good morning chat, I’ve had some coffee and more awake now. What you just saw- no you fucking didn't. We’re on the sofa right now and we decided on a fruit plate with yogurt this morning, trying to be a little healthier considering we had ice cream at one am last night. So we’re gonna make that off camera, because if you guys get us to six million subs, we’ll do a cooking stream!”
“Oh we are now?” You questioned. “I was never told about this.”
Wilbur laughed and kissed your temple, “Well you know now, that's good enough innit?”
You shook your head and placed your hand over the camera, Wilbur stopped the recording. You go the fruit out while Wilbur prepared the sink for rinsing and knives for chopping.
You made the plate look all nice and took it back to the couch. Wilbur placed his arm back over you and grabbed the remote with is free hand while you centered your phone.
“Okay chat, we’re gonna eat and watch tv for a bit, then you're gonna get ready with us. Wilbur has a test shoot at the office today, so we gotta make him look all pretty and obviously personal hygiene is a must... so yeah, brb.”
You two set up another game show to watch, it sorta became your go to show. Especially because there was no storyline and you could talk when you wanted. This was a pretty chill morning, you two enjoyed each other's presence.
When you finished up, Wilbur took the dishes and you went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little bit. You heard Wilbur go into his closet, so you started recording, “Okay chat, last thing we do before he leaves is actually get ready. Wilbur is getting changed right now so I’m gonna brush my hair out. I can get a little aggressive with the snarls and Wilbur always thinks I'm ripping my hair out so I always do it when he's not around to make sure he doesn't get worried.”
You set the phone in the corner and set it up to record a time lapse. You heard off in distance some light pop type of music, so you knew that Wilbur got his speaker out.
“Are you playing copyrighted music?” You called.
“It’s released Lovejoy!”
You smiled, you always got giddy seeing how happy Wilbur was able to make himself with his own music. You set your brush down and started to wet your toothbrush, Wilbur slid into frame, already jamming out to his own music.
You covered your mouth with your hand stifled your laughter. Wilbur laughed with you and tugged on your waist, trying to get you to dance with him. You aggressively shook your head no, you hated dancing. You would think by now that you would be used to Wilbur and his random dance breaks, but you never came around.
You looked down in shame as Wilbur attempted to get you to spin around. Once you made it clear that you were not in the mood to dance, Wilbur turned down the music and waddle over to the counter.
You grabbed the camera, “If someone wants a very tall British man, you can come get him. Warning: not fun dance outbreaks.”
“Oh come on now, y/n!” Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on yours, “Stop pretending like you don't like to dance.”
“You know I hate dancing,” You reminded him.
“Well chat, apparently I’m not allowed to have any fun in the morning? But anyway, that was a joke, but- we do really have to get ready. Should we do this Disney Channel style?”
You laughed and shook your head, “No, I think I just want to make sure you don't miss your meeting.”
“That’s at nine! We have time! Please let me have fun with you! It’s going to be such a stressful day!” He pouted with the cutest puppy dogs eyes.
There was no way that you could say no to him, “Alright, what fun we having?”
Wilbur said nothing and prepared his toothbrush like yours, “Last one to finish brushing their teeth has to do the dishes tonight.”
You hated dishes. You were winning this one. You didn't even wait for a countdown. You instantly grabbed your toothbrush and turned on the water with lightening speed.
“What?!” Wilbur yelled. “That’s not fair!”
You did your best to bump him away, but it literally did nothing. Both of you were laughing very hard but Wilbur quickly caught up. You both fought with your hands, trying to cup a decent amount water. You both managed to get the water into your mouth and you turned to face Wilbur, it came down to who could rinse the fastest. You two just stared at each other, wishing the water around. You were dead serious. You were not doing the dishes tonight. Wilbur kept flaunting his hands around trying get himself to go faster, which ended up in him completely breaking out in laughter and spitting all over your face. It took you by surprise and all that you could you do was laugh to yourself, you eventually spit the water out in the sink, raising your hands in victory.
“I am so sorry, love!” Wilbur took your hand and guided you into his arms, gently running his hand up and down your back, “I didn't think that would be that hilarious.”
“It’s okay,” You laughed and looked back in the mirror. You were completely drenched shoulder up, “It was fun. Better to happen to me than you, you look really nice today for the shoot.”
“Thank you,” Wilbur blushed and turned you around, “I think that is enough recording for today. All that we have left to do is leave so... thank you for watching! Subscribe now and remember, cooking stream at six mil! Bye guys!”
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PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader
A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.
Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for!
Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.
That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^
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PURE [3]
Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...
The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers.
She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.
That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least.
Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...
“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”
“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”
“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”
“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”
Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.
She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb.
Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen.
Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo
Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix
After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.
Jackaboy: You there Y/N??
She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her.
Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well.
She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her.
Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth.
So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.
“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”
“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”
“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”
“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”
“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”
“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.
“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”
She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man.
“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”
“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”
“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”
“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.
“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”
“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.
@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.
Jacksepticeye
Valkyrae
Pewdiepie
Pokimane
Sykkuno
Disguised Toast
Logic
Mr Beast
and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N
:)
She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game.
“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks.
“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment.
“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”
“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”
“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”
“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”
“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”
And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun.
An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code.
“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!”
Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.
Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join.
“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first.
“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.
“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice.
“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”
“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking.
“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.
“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks.
“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:
“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.
“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”
“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”
“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!”
“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter.
“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.”
“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.
“Just like she did with Corpse!”
“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.
“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice.
“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair.
“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right?
“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes.
“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”
“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began.
“Woah”
“Holy shit!”
“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.
“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.
“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.
“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.
“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”
“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”
“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.
“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.
Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.
“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter.
“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:
“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.”
“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned.
“Nope, just me and the engines.”
“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan.
“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”
“Is that true Y/N?”
“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”
“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.
“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”
“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.
“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.
“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”
“Sure!”
-
*Meanwhile Sykkuno*
“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...”
-
"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”
“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava.
“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge.
“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face.
“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them.
“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”
“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”
“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”
“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”
“Sure I do.”
“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.
“WAIT, NO-”
“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.
“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.
-
“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”
He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.
“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”
“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies.
“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”
“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”
“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed.
“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...
The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize.
A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think.
Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.
Corpse: :(
Corpse: I’m sorry
Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.
Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!
She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:
Y/N: We’re all corpse here
Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^
Y/N: Fair point
Corpse: See Y/N
Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you
Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...
Corpse: :(
Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)
Corpse: :)
Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent.
“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.
“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...”
“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.
“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.
“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.
“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something”
“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?”
“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”
“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”
“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied.
“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested.
“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...
“It’s me.”
Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...
“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.
“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks.
“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next.
Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:
“...tee, bitches love me?”
“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck.
“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed.
“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her.
“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”
“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!”
“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.
“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing!
She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications.
“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”
She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.
“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?”
Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.
“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?”
“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.
“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”
“You sure you’re-”
“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.”
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A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think?
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Hi! Can I request a spencer Reid x male reader who’s a rather big streamer on Twitch and the team’s reaction to reader + Spencer watching his streams on the plane?
I hope this is what you wanted! I felt like Garcia would do some digging, and Hotch would just be annoyed loll. Edited by @mystic-writes
Gif by @reidgifs
Spencer laughs suddenly and everyone looks up, all eyes going to the youngest member of their team. He covers his face and types something into his phone, and a few seconds later, he's laughing again.
Morgan and Hotch both frown at each other and move so they're sitting across from Spencer on the jet.
"What's got you so happy, pretty boy?" Morgan asks.
Spencer looks up, and takes his headphones out, asking, "What did you say?"
"I asked," Morgan repeats, slower. "What's got you all smiley?"
"Huh? Nothing," he says, exiting the app and turning off his phone.
"Garcia's going to be able to tell us in five seconds," Hotch says.
Spencer's eyes go wide, and he starts saying, "No, no wait-" but what he was looking at before pops up on Garcia's screen.
"*-uck you! Oh my god I can't believe you got that headshot off on me! I swear I moved!*" you shout, laughing. You lean back in your chair and sigh, your head going out of frame for a moment, before coming back with a large cup with a straw. "*What am I drinking? Water. Gotta hydrate before playing anything,*" you say, grinning. "I bet pipeclnr has some facts about that…*"
There's a pause, and Spencer goes bright red. All eyes turn to him. Prentiss even gets up and walks over, leaning in to see what's up. JJ looks up from her folder and looks back down, already knowing what it's about, and Rossi just ignores it.
"*Huh. He was just here. I'll message him. Make sure everything's okay. He usually says when he leaves…*" You lean forward into the camera, typing, and Spencer's phone pings a few seconds later.
He responds quickly, hoping no one notices, but he's stuck on a plane full of profilers. Of course they noticed.
"*Ah. He says he's fine, just work. Oh! Looks like there's a game already!*" you exclaim, and a game of Apex Legends begins.
"So, who is that?" Morgan asks, pointing to the stream.
"*That, my beautiful chocolate god, is the streamer [Y/S/N]. He's not that big, but he's been around for a while. He's only an affiliate, but is aiming to become partnered by the end of the year,*" Garcia explains. "*He has one mod who tunes into all of his streams, and he feels he doesn't need more. Just one uh… agntpipeclnr.*"
Rossi looks up t at Spencer, who blushes further.
"*Apparently they're dating but the mod's identity has never been confirmed,*" Garcia explains further and Spencer sinks into his chair.
"Until now," Hotch says, pointedly looking at Spencer.
"So, he's your boyfriend?" Prentiss asks. Spencer nods. "For how long?"
"Three years, six months, twelve days, nine hours and twenty seconds," Spencer rattles off.
There's a scream from the laptop and they see you headshotting one guy and downing another, before shooting him. You laugh maniacally before looting them and continuing on. You laugh at something someone said in chat and respond, before taking out a sniper and shooting at someone from afar.
"And, this is what he does? For a living?" Hotch asks.
Spencer nods. "Every day."
"*Respect,*" Garcia responds.
"You have to let us meet him sometime," Morgan says, placing a hand over Spencer's.
"Uh, it's his decision but, I'll ask him," Spencer responds, before pulling away his hand with a small, closed mouth smile. "Can I…" Spencer points to his phone and Garcia shuts off the stream on the laptop. Everyone nods and Spencer puts his headphones back in, typing something. before smiling, but not laughing as much as before.
The team smiles as they watch him, happy.
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Unforgettable//Draco Malfoy x Reader (SMUT)
A/N: Hi Lovelies! Working through my requests and stuff one at a time and love this one! Draco’s a little OOC, but it’s saucy and smutty and that’s all you Draco whores are here for, also including some platonic hermione x reader, enjoy x
Set: Golden Trio Era
Word Count: 2,002
Warnings: smut, drinking, swearing, choking
“It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you”
“One fire whiskey on ice for you my love.” Draco grinned, passing Astoria the plastic cup from the table he’d just filled with her favourite drink, producing the ice from the tip of his wand. She giggled and settled into his side, letting his arm fall around her shoulders lazily. He would’ve like to say the way they stood, pressed together felt right, but it didn’t. Her bones didn’t quite slot into his properly and he stood a little awkwardly under her touch. Never the less, Draco placed a kiss to her forehead and observed the scene. Slytherin always held the best parties, that was common knowledge, especially for celebrations like OWLs. The room was decorated in silver, the streamers and balloons glistening in the pale light that always glowed from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Every student from the fifth and fourth year was attending, not wanting to miss out on a chance to celebrate properly before school and life became much more serious. As Draco and Astoria took their seats on one of the emerald green sofa’s, students began to dance, Blaise tapping his wand to the speaker positioned above the fire place, letting muggle music boom around the room. He attempted to shake off the longing looks coming from some other girls in the room, Pansy attempting to catch his gaze from the dance floor, Sally-Ann twirling her fingers in her hair at the drinks table and Tracy who was trying hard, too hard, to make eye contact with him from the sofa opposite. Draco simply kept his eyes pinned to the entrance way to the common room, as a distraction. Astoria was pining over him at his side, drawing his eyes away from the door to pull him into a kiss. As she did so, he heard the door open and most of the chat that had been filling the room stop suddenly. He glanced up to see Y/N, Hermione, Harry and Ron enter the common room, laughing amungst themselves. Everyone began to whisper or discuss in hushed voices how incredible Y/N Y/L/N looked tonight, as the four of them stepped in confidently, smiling at each other at their impression.
“Wow.” Tracy Davis exclaimed spinning back round in her seat to face Draco and his gang who were all looking over at her, “she looks incredible.” Draco simply hummed through his lips, face blank. He watched closely as the golden foursome walked over to the drinks table, pouring their chosen beverage into plastic cups, Hermione making the ice swirl into intricate patterns in their drinks. The chat soon returned to normal, giggles errupting from corners of the room every few minutes. Draco sat with his hands pressed together, finger tips resting on his chin, watching Y/N’s every move. You see, the reason all of this was pissing him off, causing his face to knit into a scowl was because it had only been two months since they’d stopped seeing eachother, Y/N spinning him some bullshit about how she needed to focus on the golden trio and not him. And well, nobody rejects Draco Malfoy. He’d tried in the beginning to win her back, leaving her expensive gifts outside her door, persuading some first year minions to send her letters on his behalf, all of which she’d rejected. Then it turned nasty. Draco ended up fucking half of the girls in slytherin, attempting to make her come and talk to him, even if it turned into an argument. But she didn’t, she simply scoffed when Goyle would shout about loud Draco and Pansy’s sex was in their dorm room, roll at eyes at the hickeys adorning Sally-Ann’s neck and laugh with Hermione about his persuit of Tracy. What pissed him off the most though was how completely unbothered Y/N was acting, as if they’d never even spoken before.
“Draco what’re you staring at?” Astoria asked, Draco suddenly becoming aware that his eyes were burning holes in Y/N, his gaze unbreaking.
“Nothing.” He responded blankly. “Nothing important at all.”
XXX
Y/N held Hermione’s hands in hers as they danced on the floor together, being some of the only students who recognised the muggle songs that were playing. She loved when Hermione got drunk, her usual up-tight personality disappearing revealing a very care free one instead. Y/N herself could feel the alcohol rushing to her head as she twirled her best friend round in a circle below her, Hermione bursting into a fit of giggles when their hands became twisted and got stuck in an awkward position.
“I am going to go to the toilet.” Hermione suddenly announced, unlinking her arms from Y/N’s and staggering away towards the stairs.
“Hang on a minute,” Y/N said, following her giggling, “I’ll accompany you.” Hermione nodded quickly, holding Y/N’s hand as they climbed the marble staircase up towards the girls toilets.
“Such a good friend to me.” Hermione slurred as Y/N opened the toilet door for her, promising to hold it closed from outside for her. She laughed at Hermione’s drunk clinginess, listening to her babbling’s from the hallway. Just as she got comfortable a hand holding the door firmly shut, she heard footsteps coming in her direction.
“Sorry, the toilets occupied, you might have to wait.” She called out. To her slight shock, Draco appeared at the top of the stair case, gaze magnetic, jaw clenched. “Oh.” Y/N murmmered, awkwardly looking down towards her feet, the music from the common room still pounding the walls of the hallway.
“That’s not a very polite way to greet me Y/L/N” Draco smirked, watching how Y/N still crumbled a little under his stare. “Problem?”
“Not at all, just wondering what you want with me.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, unbothered. He stepped closer.
“Just wanted a chat.” She swallowed as he moved increasingly closer, his cologne already making her throat close.
“Thought you were a bit busy for a chat.” Y/N grimaced, moving closer to the wall and further from him. “You know, you look a bit busy chatting with Astoria,” She sent him a warning look “and Pansy and Tracy and Sally-Ann.” Draco chuckled at her feisty tone.
“Jealous?” He teased, twirling his family ring around on his finger, looking darkly at her through his eyelashes.
“Hardly.” She scoffed. But he could tell she was lying from the way she couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Well you might be pleased to know,” Draco began closing the gap between them with a few large strides, one of his pale hands coming up to stroke her cheek, “It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you.” Just as Y/N went to respond, Hermione ermerged from the bathroom. She awkwardly glanced at the situation, mouth opening and closing like a fish before walking back wards towards the stairs.
“I-I’m gonna go,” She stammered, turning and running down the staircase, “I think I heard Ron calling for me.” Both Draco and Y/N watched her leave, Y/N cursing her best friend for not taking her with her.
“Where were we?” Draco began again, his hand returning to her cheek. “Oh yes,” He moved his head closer towards hers, her breath getting caught in her throat, “and it’s not going to work for you either, this stupid arrangement.” Y/N scoffed again, this time rolling her eyes.
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” This time, Draco’s hand trailed it’s way from her cheek to her throat, squeezing just gently enough that she began to squirm.
“Because nobody can equal me.” Then he closed the gap, his lips pushing against hers, causing her to moan slightly as his teeth bit on her bottom lip. “No more games princess,” he cooed, “tell me what you want.” Y/N grabbed onto his back needily, moving closer to his ear so that she could whisper in it.
“Just fuck me Malfoy, you know it’s what we both need.” He growled then, attacking her neck with his mouth, carrying her on his front down the hallway to his dorm room, opening the door effortlessly with his free hand. He barged into the room, striding straight to his bed, laying her down roughly, so that her legs were dangling off of the edge and she was on her back. Draco growled again when her dress rode up just high enough so that her panties poked out underneath, his dick hardening with every new inch of flesh he got to see.
“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching how she squirmed every time his finger tip touched a new part of her body. He took off her dress, discarding it carelessly to the floor, unbothered about where it went. Then, he hooked his fingers in her thong and yanked it down, watching how she gasped when the cold air from the room hit her. He grinned as he stroked her slit with his fingers, making her let out a string of profantities and his name. “God, say my name again princess.” He hissed as he inserted a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out roughly.
“Draco!” Y/N exclaimed, eyes squished closed as he inserted a second finger into her pussy, She moaned loudly as he sped up, his other hand coming up to her clit, rubbing it in a way that made her hands shoot to his hair, pulling at it. “Don’t stop,” She cooed, making eye contact with him finally, “please don’t let it stop.” He grinned at her pleading but complied, continuing his movements until her shaking legs gave way, her cum wetting his fingers. He pulled them out after her climax before placing them into his mouth, sucking them clean.
“Sweeter than honey.” He announced, standing up and pulling her so that he was above her. She simply whined as he undid his belt swiftly, pulling out his cock, letting it spring free. “God,” He whispered as he lined himself up with her entrance, “nobody takes this cock like you do.” Draco pushed himself in, making her hiss with pleasure as she took him. He began to thrust into her, the slight curve of his dick hitting the spot inside of her that made her writhe in pure pleasure. “None of those stupid little whores take this cock as good as you princess.” He muttered into her ear as one of his hands came up to snake around her throat, his mouth peppering kisses on her forehead. “Whose my best girl?”
“Me!” Y/N moaned out, feeling his dick reach places that nobody else could, no matter how hard they tried. “I’m yours Draco, I’m yours.” He grunted out at her words, never so pleased to hear the phrase. He continued to hit her G spot over and over again causing her legs to start shaking again. “Dray I’m gonna-”
“I know, I know, let it princess.” He cooed at her gently, moving a strand of hair out of her face as it contorted into an “O” shape. Her legs began to vigorously shake then and Draco could feel her walls tightening around him. “Oh shit, I love you Dray, I love you.” She cried as he felt her cum. He growled into her ear at her tightness, letting his thrusts become sloppy inside of her.
“I love you too.” He moaned into her ear as she felt his cum release inside of her all at once, causing him to collapse on top of her in exhaustion. Y/N sighed happily as he moved off of her to fall at her side. “Can’t believe you spent two months ignoring me just to tell me you love me.” He smirked, fake gasping when she began swatting his arm.
“You said it back after fucking half of slytherin.” Y/N replied defensively, melting into his arms as Draco pulled the covers over them, snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her neck gently.
“Yes but nobody compares to you Y/N, never will.” Draco whispered gently, feeling any tension in Y/N’s body melt underneath him. “You are absolutely unforgettable.”
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Aqua time :D I’m watching H’s vod
Pregame
The calm before the storm is worse, 100% agree. The event is amazing but the wait before and after the end are such low lows
H and Dave just vibing :))
“False is here too?! Surely something must’ve been scheduled” I love H so much
“It’s been 1,217 days since I’ve won MCC, but who’s counting?” “… You?” I think I’ve seen a grand total of one Dave Krtzyy video but between finding out they’re nonbinary, this joke, and the raw vibes??? I love him
Talking about how the npc cat is thick AND smarter than all of them combined is killing me
Dave saying they hope sands of time “will do from my enemy to my lover” 😭
False is so funny she doesn’t get enough credit
Parkour Tag
Cub cracked????
False did such a good job hunting we need to talk about it
I got so startled by Beky getting H I slammed my elbow into my desk lol
Rocket Spleef
Dave Krtzy having banger opinions left and right, good for them
He really is just saying stuff and all of its iconic, from “the rare true democracy” to “channel your inner elytra”
People taking the time to type during rocket spleef will never not be funny to me
Everyone hitting Jimmy is so Jimmy of him
False top 5 :))
Dave top 10 after getting 35th??? We love that improvement
Phil is never not an icon
Unfortunate minecraft physics, rip
H and Dave being 19th and 20th is so funny because I was like “buddies :D” and H said “I’m beating you, suck it”
H affectionately bullying Dave is my new favorite thing, actually
Sands of Time
“I uh don’t have the best track record at uh…. being good at sands of time” Dave 😭
“Hi HBomb!!” from H and his teammates is so sweet
I love the calm vibes, no frantic strategizing, just clarifying and communicating
“Dave I’m gonna be pestering and annoying the hell out of you” “As you should” I love them
H: “Has anyone seen the blue pathway” also H: *is currently in the blue pathway* my streamer’s oblivious /lh
False 9th and everyone hyping her up :D
Sky Battle
I love skybattle I swear but I was zoned out like the entire time
H killing Sniff :( my boys :((
Dave was so sad when they fell, it’s okay dude <333
Good plays in round 3!!!
Ace Race
Merely vibing
H popped off and didn’t even think anything of it, the raw power
Battle Box
Aw don’t love that slump where everyone stops listening to each other. It happens with most teams, it’s not their fault, people just get too in their own heads
False literally said it was their side like three times :(
That round was clean
The final round coming down to Purpled on 2 health vs Dave on 1 was such a good final fight, holy crap
Grid Runners
Best game time :D
They’re improving every round, I love that for them
I don’t think I properly appreciated how fast cyan’s crafting grove was before just now
They slayed waterfall lamps tho
H’s mind, man
I love when people who are historically more withdrawn take charge without hesitation, MCC has done so much for H’s confidence <3
Omg they got first????
“God, our minds are so huge compared to these dorks” “MASSIVE!!”
Own that confidence kings!! Love that for them <33
H is such a cool guy, he’s genuinely enthusiastic about how they’re 2nd without a top 10 individual. He just thinks it’s neat. He’s a top player who doesn’t care about stats but experience, and that’s what makes him the epitome of MCC :)
H saying “if another team goes nutty and gets a massive amount of fruitberries points or whatever then they deserve it, they can take our spot” WHAT DID I JUST SAY?? We stan one (1) cishet white guy here and it’s HBomb94
TGTTOSAWAF
Dave’s speech <333 I love them
I felt H’s stress there, that was so intense but he popped off
Dave doing an AMAZING speed bridge and then complimenting H’s strat, they’re so supportive I love them sm
“Sorry Dave, I’m gonna lower your points for things like that, cause you could’ve gotten first in that” “No, I do not care about that, I care about that sweet, succulent coin… that was a weird way to describe it”
The new finalist announcement is so suspenseful only to ruin it with a bubble sound effect lol
They’re so excited to get Dave their first win since MCC1 :))
They find it so cool that they got here without any top 10 individuals “purely balanced”
Dodgebolt
“Last time I was in dodgebolt I was a wee lad […] I was freshly 21, now I’m like 48 or something”
INSTANT he/they on he/they violence by Dave Krtzy lol
Aqua’s accuracy is wild, goodness!!!!
Their coms are so clean
H snatching that arrow!! I don’t even remember that from watching cyan
False calming asserting that she knows what she needs, not them, will never not be iconic
False saying that she’s down next arrow only for all her team to talk over eachother about how she’s got this and they believe in her <3
FALSE SUPREMACY!!!!! THAT 1V3!!!!!!!
Dave winning the first events of seasons 1 and 3 my beloved
FALSE DONT NEED PRACTICE
“False, that was insane, you 1v3’d that” “WHAT THE HECK WAS I DOING??” “You we WINNING, that’s what you were doing, you fool”
“1,217 days, bro” “It’s zero, it’s zero now!!” I love them
This team <33333
The most well-rounded team of all time, I love them.
Or as False puts it: “we weren’t cracked, we were just solid”
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Ayo do you write for poly relationships?
If that's so, could you do a cc!Karlnapity x male reader? Quackity is hella stressed because of law school and is very tired so the others just
Do little things for him, like acts of service and just, being supportive---
Feel free to say no if it makes you uncomfortable :>
Yep. I myself am poly but not in a relationship yet. So I am perfectly comfortable with it.
We believe in you.
Summary: quackity needs some tlc. With the stress of law school higher then ever you, karl, and sapnap decide to take care of him while he studies.
Pronouns: he him his
Quackity. The hyper happy streamer. Was in his office/streaming room studying for finals.
The stress he was under was immense and all you and your two other boyfriends wanted to do was comfort him and help him through this intense time.
You were monitoring how much he has eaten or drank today. That counter was at zero. The amount of times for a stressful break was monitored by karl. And the bathroom breaks by sapnap. With all of the counters at zero you guys went to work.
You were the only one that could cook in this house. The others would burn it down. So you were always on dinner duty. Or lunch. Even breakfast.
Whipping up some tomato soup and grilled cheese you were quick to plate it. These we're quick simple and the best thing for them to consume.
While sapnap and karl were harassing him to get up you were setting up the living room for a mental break for him. Setting it up for two episodes of the show you guys were watching you yelled up to them. "guys I'm done. And if you have to drag him."
You were making him take this break. Whether he liked it or not. Cramming can be useful yes. But not all the time. Not for hours on end with no food or water. Watching your two boyfriends literally dragging your third one down you smirked.
"So. You thought that you could get away with not eating, drinking, or even bathroom breaks. You thought wrong." Quackity stared at you. That look. He's seen it before.
"No. No! If I don't study I can't pass!" He was desperate to get out of their arms. Walking up to him you squished his cheeks. "Hun. It's gonna be an hour at max. You need to eat. Get some water. We're worried. You haven came out of that room for over 6 hours. Meaning you haven't eaten, haven't filled your water bottle, haven't used the bathroom. It's not healthy. And your brain needs fuel. Not energy drinks." He looked at you for a moment.
What you said was true. Every human needs it. But he just wanted to finish his notes. The ones that he said would be done in less then three hours. The ones that he could study for the final exam with.
But all three of your guys puppy dog eyes won him over.
"Fine. But no longer then an hour." He fully gave in. Letting go of his face you smiled. "Great! I made grilled cheese and tomato soup." Quackity looked over with stars in his eyes.
"You could of just said that Mi Amor. You know I would die for you soup." Rolling you eyes to him as he quickly picked up his plate and bowl.
This man.
He was scarfing it down like he was a starving man.
I mean waking up, studying, and not eating at all does that to you.
As the show played quackity seemed to relax a bit more. That was all you wanted. Him to sit back, relax, give himself a break.
Sadly the two episodes were over faster then they began. Leaving quackity to go back upstairs. Laving his three worried boyfriends.
"Okay guys." They looked at you confused for a sec.
"Every hour we bring him something. Water, a snack, blanket, hot drinks, cuddles. What ever you want. Just make sure he's taking care of himself alright?" They nodded.
"Good. Who's on first hour duty?" Karl was quick. He was nearly springing out of his seat as he raised his hand.
You were fine with it because your took at least two hours.
You were making cookies.
You knew the boys couldn't resist any of the baked goods you made. After all you were a cooking and baking youtuber.
So as the hours passed by the guys kept reminding quackity to take breaks. Telling him to go to the bathroom, stretch his legs a little, have a hug.
So when you finished the last batch it was your turn up there. Bringing a plate full of cookies and milk with you, you knocked gently.
"I swear to God sapnap if you're there again I'm going to ki-." He opened the door and looked directly at you. "Not sapnap this time I brought cookies though!" He greedily grabbed the cookies and milk, letting you in as he did so.
"So studying been going well?" He shrugged. "Could be better could be worse." Laughing lightly you sat in one of the chairs there.
"But way better now that you brought me cookies." Shaking your head you stretched. "Honestly if I didn't decide to learn. I would of never met you guys. But boy am I happy for that. Now I'm with my three handsome boyfriends. One of them ever so cuddly. The other quite the amazing voice. And lastly my extremely smart boy who is going to help so many people when he passes his finals." He tilted his head at you.
Standing up you kissed his forehead. "I belive in you alex. Just remember that your mental health is just as important as this exam." Your voice was soft on his forehead.
"Yeah! You are one of the smartest j have met! Don't you dare give up. But don't you dare mentally strain yourself!" Sapnap was loud.
Rolling your eyes you looked at the two in the door way.
"Yeah! We're here for you alex. If you need a small break we'll always be right here for you! Be it a hug, kiss, cookie, a tv break. Even just an hour of us laying in bed doing nothing except talking. We're here for you!" Karl was quick to add on. God you loved them yet they always tend to get way to cheesy.
"God you guys. I have no clue what I'm going to do with you three. I can't thank you enough." Quackity was about ready to break down in tears. With the ruffle of the hair you smiled brightly.
"No need. You are going through something that you need to work hard on. We aren't going to let you not take care of yourself." You opened your arms. On arm around quackity already.
You were inviting the other two over to join the hug.
Rushing over their arms over layed quackity and you. Squeezing the life out of you both.
God. Don't let this dream come to an end.
Bouns:
At the end of the day. All you, sapnap, and karl knew was the day coming to an end. This wasn't going to end with out quackity.
"Hey. Alex. How close are you to being done?" He turned to you. You hadn't really interuped him the whole time only every once in a while to bring up a snack. He looked up and down your pajama clad body.
He shook his head lightly. "You get comfortable with karl and sapnap. I'll be there in about 15-20 minutes." Nodding lightly you walked up the stairs. Leading to the massive room. This was the room you all shared. While also having your own room for when you wanted to sleep separately.
Karl and sapnap laid awake in their respective spots. "He's not coming to bed?" Sapnap asked. You shook your head.
"He said 15-20 minutes." Crawling between the taller ones you left space for quackity to crawl in.
He was a little off from the 15-20 minutes. He took 30 instead. But you weren't complaining one of your main sources of heat for the night was now in the bed, curled up, head on your chest, hands lightly intertwined with the other two.
Leaving your hands open to lightly comb his hair back and massage his scalp and back. This man was studying for at least 12 hours. And he deserved it.
There was no complaints from anyone. Not even quackity which was quite unusual. Except for the fact he had passed out almost as soon as your fingers started at his scalp.
His little snores brought a smile to your face while little giggles came from karl. While a chuckel came from sapnap. It's unusual for quackity to fall asleep first. But you wouldn't change it.
Not for the world.
*Ahem* I am now one year on testosterone! God it's been a weird journey but I do feel happier about myself.
Also I loved this fluffy tooth rotting oneshot. It made me happy to shower quackity, karl, and sapnap in love. They deserve it!
Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night/morning/evening.
Eli out.
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