#anyways HOW I WISH. WE HAD THE FULL STREAM. AUGH

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STANDING IN AN EMPTY FIELD. HEY ANY OTHER LAZOS FANS OUT THERE

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TheJackestFrost is Live Ch 3

Rating: T Fandom: Rise of the Guardians Relationship: Jack Frost/Pitch Black Tags: Twitch Streamer au, Youtuber AU, Modern AU, They play video games and flirt, Humor, Fluff Summary: For @rotg-hope-week​ : Day 3 Jelly Beans

Jack and Pitch are video game streamers who know of each other, but never had a reason to cross paths...

Until now.

On AO3 here.

“Ah, shite,” Pitch cursed as his health ran out and he died. 

His chat immediately filled with messages alerting him to the fact that he had, once again, cursed on camera. Well. Fuck. 

Pitch shook his head. “Alright, alright, yes, I know. Here we go.” Pitch looked at the innocuous pile of sugar pills and picked out a bright pink one. Here goes nothing. 

Pitch chewed thoughtfully. It was fruity. Overly sweet. Not at all to his tastes, but it didn’t make him want to spit it out, so that was a relief. 

Jack had sent him a “care package” full of American jelly beans. That was bad enough. But Jack had also included rare and ridiculous flavor sets, including absolutely unpalatable ones, intentionally unpalatable ones, just to see Pitch squirm. 

And then Pitch, in a brilliant moment of idiocy, had decided to pour them all in a jar, mix them up, and force himself to eat one as punishment for cursing. While playing a video game. With a live audience. 

The only good things about this were that his fans were clearly enjoying themselves and Jack was taking time out of his day to be there and participate in Pitch’s misery. 

His character respawned, unfortunately nowhere near where he’d died, and Pitch went back to playing. He was just warming back up into his usual dry commentary when a message from Jack flashed up on the screen. 

TheJackestFrost: Ooooh. Say that again, but slower. 

Pitch choked. “Fuck—” he just barely caught himself before saying Jack’s name where his entire stream could hear him, but he wasn’t sure that it would matter, anyway. After Jack’s little stunt, it sometimes seemed like the entire internet knew about them. 

Not that there was really anything to know. Jack liked to flirt, but they hadn’t had anything remotely resembling a serious conversation about dating. Tell that to the masses on the internet, though. Pitch had seen enough comments in his own chat along the lines of, “I ship them,” that he finally had to urban dictionary the term and spent the rest of the night blushing, but flattered. 

Pitch, resigned, reached for the jar of jelly beans while his chat filled with reminders that he’d said fuck in front of them. Pitch couldn’t help but think Jack meant for that to happen. It was a Jack kind of thing to do. 

Oh hell, this one was terrible. Pitch cringed and squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed so he wouldn’t have to taste it anymore. “Augh, Jack, why would anyone make a jelly bean that tastes so bad? What is the purpose?” 

He reached for his water, all the while wishing it were tea or coffee or anything that might actually wash the taste down. 

TheJackestFrost: Getting to see the adorable faces you make when you eat them, obviously. 

Pitch nearly snorted his water, but at least he didn’t curse again. He coughed to clear his throat and attempted to get back to playing. He ignored the many laughing emoji in his scrolling chat and glared with pathetically little heat at his camera. “I know what you’re doing, Frost.”

TheJackestFrost: Oh, it’s Frost now, huh? Guess that means I’ve been bad. 

Pitch shook his head and tried to ignore him. He had a game to play, and that one was really too obvious to merit a response. Jack could do better if he wanted to fluster Pitch. 

Although the chat was doing a good job of it for him. There were many accusations of flirting and teasing and although Pitch tried not to take it too seriously, it was difficult when this was technically his professional life. 

Also because he did, secretly, wish that Jack meant it. 

He had no idea how to go about finding out, however. It never seemed to be a good time in their conversation to ask whether Jack was just playing around or actually serious. Regardless, in the middle of a public, live stream was the least appropriate time to find that out, so Pitch would just have to sit here and take it. 

TheJackestFrost: This is getting pretty intense. You may want to take your shirt off.

Pitch snorted and kept his eyes on the screen. Believe it or not, Jack was not the first person to send a message like that during a stream. Although he was the first Pitch kind of wanted to do it for. 

TheJackestFrost: Here, I'll do it with you.

Pitch sputtered and forcefully shoved that image from his mind. Jack was playing dirty and honestly, Pitch would love it if he weren't on camera right now. 

He needed to focus on the game anyway. An ambush sat right around the corner and Pitch needed to be ready. All the vocal cues and the sheer number of health items the game had given him indicated trouble ahead. It would be very unfortunate if Jack’s antics got him killed. 

Luckily, no messages followed and Pitch was able to keep his mind on what his hands were doing. Enemy after enemy spawned and charged him, and Pitch was able to handle quite a few before he had to use his first health restore. 

Just as the number of enemies was dwindling and Pitch saw the light at the end of the tunnel, another message appeared. 

TheJackestFrost: God I wish I was your controller right now. 

"Fuck." Pitch lost his mind and scrambled to maintain any semblance of composure as he dealt with inconvenient sexual attraction in the midst of a hoard of pixelated enemies. It was an absolute miracle that he didn't slip up and die right there at the end. 

Just as the last target went down, Pitch paused the game and glared at his camera and the scrolling chat full of chanting for another jelly bean. 

"Alright, alright…" Jack had made him curse after all. He plucked a bean from the jar just as another message arrived.

TheJackestFrost: Eat a jelly bean if you want to date me.

Pitch paused with the bean literally at his lips.

And did it again.

“Fuck.”

His chat erupted with laughing emoji and caps lock call outs that he had just cursed again. Pitch really didn’t need the reminders. He knew he lost the plot. 

He also knew what message it was going to send when he slowly, intentionally, pressed the bean past his lips and ate it. 

Grape. Not great. Not terrible. Pitch didn’t even care.

"For that, Jack," Pitch said in a sudden burst of confidence he didn't completely feel, "I'll eat two."

And so Pitch reached into the jar and grabbed two beans at a time, prayed they would be compatible flavors, and popped them into his mouth. 

His viewers were beside themselves with curiosity about just what that meant, but Pitch wasn’t going to tell them. And it seemed Jack wasn't going to, either. His next message was as private as the rest had been.

TheJackestFrost: Glad we're on the same page, Boyfriend.