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memento-rory · 6 months ago

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✭ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and tyler keep meeting in unexpected places.

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: erm tyler may be a lil ooc. 😗

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~3k.

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: cc!reader. i literally love this little freak, so i had to get more out for him. this fic is very silly, but tyler is a silly guy, so it works out. enjoy! 💚

Roblox. Everyone and their mothers were playing it nowadays, and all of your social media, your Twitch chat, your comment section were chock full of your fans pleading for you to finally start playing it yourself.

You’d seen a ton of videos of your friends playing it — specifically the Koury sisters — and it had always looked so fun. You reached out to Kalynn and Weston to see what servers they’d recommend, and they’d given you a list of all their favorites and what performed well, which was equally as important as you having fun since you were starting to get big.

You sat down at your desk, booting up Roblox. Once you created your account, you were immediately launched into the avatar customization. For a while, you debated picking the silliest options you could find, but you ended up creating an avatar that looked like a mini version of you with a cute little outfit that you’d wear irl.

You hopped into a couple different games, just getting a feel for the controls and how different servers work. After you decided you’d figured it out well enough, you started to film.

“Okay guys, you finally wore me down — today, we’re playing Roblox, and I’m about to find me a man.” You grinned mischievously at the camera, before clicking on a server called Neighbors, a 17+ server where you get paired up with strangers to chat in a little house.

You opened every conversation in the same way, saying, “I’m looking for a man. Tell me why you think it should be you.”

You found a couple people who made you laugh, bantering with them for a few minutes before moving on. All of it was going to make for really good content. You realized why everyone was playing Roblox. Shit was fun.

Your video was starting to push an hour without editing, probably about forty minutes with editing, so you decided to do one more round before calling it quits.

“Alright, y’all. It’s my last chance to find a man. Wish me luck.” You said, clicking ‘skip’ to move onto the next person.

You were matched with a user named Dr_Poop50. Their avatar was the standard Roblox avatar.

“Oh, this guy is giving me nothing to work with.” You told the camera.

“Okay, well, that’s rude.” A deep voice came from the user, and you covered your mouth as you realized you weren’t muted.

“Look, Dr. Poop, I’m trying to find me a man, and I’m sorry, but I’ve got nothing to go off of here.”

“Oh, damn! Okay!” He let out a little chuckle.

“Tell me why you think it should be you.”

“Well, I’m 6’7, for starters.”

“Meh.” You shrugged, sounding disinterested, but giggling at the offended sound he made at that.

“I’m really good at ping pong. How ‘bout that?”

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. I can’t be seen with someone who’s bad at ping pong.”

“I’m also rich, just by the way.”

“And you couldn’t even spare a couple bucks to customize your avatar? I’m supposed to believe you have money, looking like that?”

“Keep bullying me and I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

You muted your mic for just a moment. “Chat, we got him.” You grinned, before unmuting, “Do you wanna get Roblox married?”

“Fuck yeah. Can’t believe I have a new Roblox wife.”

“We’re gonna have soooo many Roblox babies.”

“I draw the line at babies. You’re gonna have to get a Roblox abortion.”

You clicked your tongue at that. “You can’t Roblox police Roblox women’s Roblox bodies.”

“Fine. Then I’m gonna get a Roblox lawyer and serve you Roblox divorce papers.”

“Good luck with that. How are you gonna get a Roblox lawyer with no Roblox money?”

“Shiiit.”

“You’re stuck with me forever, babe.”

“At least let me sign a Roblox pre-nup. Can’t let you take me for all I’m Roblox worth.”

“…Which, again, doesn’t seem to be a lot.”

He let out another laugh, the sound honestly kind of giving you butterflies. He had a nice voice. “Ouch, dude.”

Truthfully, this guy matched your energy so well that you didn’t really want to stop bantering with him, but your video was already too long.

“I can’t Roblox take this anymore. I’m taking the Roblox kids and moving to Roblox Montana and you’ll never Roblox see me again.”

“Nooooo!” The guy yelled quietly, and you left the game, giggling to yourself.

About two days later, you finally finished editing the video and uploaded it to your channel.

I Met My Ex-Husband on Roblox!

When you checked back in on it after a few hours, you realized the comments were flooded with several different versions of the same thing.

> writingsbyzuzu: (Y/N) AND HANSUMFELLA? my worlds are colliding

> bobthebuildersimp: no way you just met hansumfella and had no idea

> drfreaky: (y/n) met hansumfella and married him in a matter of minutes… what’s it like to live my Dream

Who is Hansumfella? You thought to yourself, your eyebrows furrowing, And why is everyone freaking out?

You had to figure this out, so as soon as you had some free time, you sat down and looked up Hansumfella on Youtube. Your eyebrows shot up as you noticed he had just uploaded a video, just moments before yours had gone up.

I Got Married AND Divorced in Roblox…

In the thumbnail was a screenshot of your avatar surrounded by hearts, with what you could only assume was Hansumfella’s face on the left. Christ. He was handsome as fuck. You supposed that’s why his username was what it was.

You clicked on the video, watching it all the way through. He’d met almost all the same people you had, including someone who lamented how they’d missed their chance with “some girl running this place like an episode of the Bachelor” to him.

Hansumfella commiserated with them, before addressing his audience. “We’re gonna find this girl and we’re gonna fuckin’ win the Bachelor.”

And find you, he did. It was kind of endearing to watch his perspective of the silly conversation the two of you had. He looked like he was genuinely having a good time, which made you feel even better about the whole interaction.

You scrolled down to his comments and they looked almost identical to yours.

> drfreaky: can’t believe you let (Y/N) go like that, man

> writingsbyzuzu: this is CRAZY how do you meet (Y/N) and not realize it’s (Y/N)!!!

> bobthebuildersimp: (Y/N) scored the bachelor of all bachelors

You wondered if Hansumfella read his comments, if maybe he was doing the same thing you were right now.

As if on cue, you received a notification from Twitter.

@HansumFellaLIVE has followed you!

You didn’t waste a second before following him back. Shortly after, another notification came in, this time letting you know that Hansumfella had tweeted at you.

@HansumFellaLIVE: @yourusername miss you wifey 😔

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, immediately feeling the butterflies return to you. You sat for a second, wondering how to respond. Your viewers knew you to be pretty flirty (hence the Roblox Bachelor video), so you decided to play it up for your mutual audience.

@yourusername: @HansumFellaLIVE your kids miss their daddy… and so do i 😏

A week came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything else from Hansumfella — or Tyler, as you learned from his twitter account. It didn’t bother you, really. He was a stranger, just as much as you were. Meeting for five seconds on Roblox didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things.

Anyway, you needed to film your next video. With the news of Omegle potentially shutting down for good, you decided to return to it one final time for your viewers.

“Alright, guys, since my last relationship didn’t work out — RIP my marriage to Hansumfella — I’m on Omegle to give it one last shot.” You told your viewers.

As Omegle loaded up, you stared at the bar where you were meant to type in your interests. “What should I put? …TikTok, maybe?”

You did exactly that, and met only a handful of normal people, trying to flirt with people clearly of age, and asking for relationship advice from people who clearly weren’t. It was going really well, and you were just about to bring the video to a close, but realized you had time for one more interaction.

You couldn’t believe your eyes as the next person appeared on your screen.

Tyler was staring at you, his mouth agape, but he looked delighted. He pointed at you, and you mimicked his expression, pointing back at him.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tyler laughed, leaning back in his chair, “It’s my wife! How are you? How are the kids?”

“Oh, they’re just perfect,” You answered him sarcastically, playing into the bit, “They keep asking me when daddy’s coming back home from the store. I keep telling them there’s a milk shortage so it’s taking you a long ass time to find some.”

“Don’t blame this on me,” Tyler smiled at you, chuckling, “You’re the one that ran off to Roblox Montana. I was just trying to do right by y’all.”

“All I’m saying is that you should have fought for us.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Tyler held his hands up in surrender. “What can I do to fix this?”

“Come home to us.”

Tyler clapped his hands together, nodding his head. “Daddy’s comin’ home.”

You couldn’t help it — you broke at that, letting out a cackle, which made Tyler start laughing too.

“This is fuckin’ nuts,” You shook your head in disbelief as your laughter died down. “No way I’m running into you randomly again. What are the odds?”

“I don’t know, but they seem to be in my favor.” Tyler grinned at you. You felt your cheeks heat up at his flirtatious statement, though you couldn’t be sure if he actually meant it or if he was just playing it up for the camera.

“My viewers are gonna eat this shit up.” You told him, letting out another laugh as you spoke.

“No, for real,” Tyler nodded, “Literally everyone has been all up in my shit asking if we were gonna start collabing.”

“Dude, same! My comment section, my twitch chat, my fuckin’ twitter mentions. It’s, like, all I see.”

“Maybe this’ll hold ‘em over until the next time we run into each other.” Tyler said, sitting up a little straighter, “If you do actually want to collab, I mean.”

“You wanna collab?” You asked, a little surprised. You weren’t expecting him to actually want to work with you past the silly bit between the two of you.

“Yeah, dude,” Tyler chuckled at your surprised expression. “You’re funny as fuck, and obviously we share an audience. Could be fun.”

“And good for your channel,” You teased, “You just wanna use me for my numbers,”

“Fuck, you got me.” Tyler released a heavy sigh, throwing his hands up in mock frustration.

“All good,” A mischievous grin spread across your face, “I just wanna use you for your numbers too.”

“I knew you were a gold digger, before I even Roblox married you, I knew it!” Tyler immediately got back into character, almost whisper yelling as he pointed an accusatory finger at his camera.

“Yeah, and what good did that do me?” You mimicked his actions, scowling at your camera, “Not a single cent in Roblox child support!”

You and Tyler dissolved into giggles again at your stupid bit. Once you’d calmed down again, you were about to tell him you needed to move on for the sake of your video, but he started asking you questions about yourself, so you indulged him. Every time there was a lull in the conversation — which wasn’t really all that often — he would start up another one, almost like he didn’t want to stop talking to you.

“Tyler,” You finally said, feigning disappointment at him, “You’ve completely ruined my video. I can’t put any of this out.”

“I know, I know,” Tyler held his hands up, smiling softly, “Guess I just like talking to you or whatever.” He made a big show of rolling his eyes, but that sweet smile stayed on his face.

Heat rose up in your cheeks again, and you shook your head, laughing a little. “We can keep talking, I’d just rather do it somewhere that isn’t Omegle.”

“That’s fair.” Tyler chuckled, nodding slowly. “Give me your phone number.”

Okay, direct. You liked that.

“Why, so you can post it and dox me?”

“Oh my Goddd,” Tyler groaned playfully, throwing his head back. He told you his number instead, and you put it in your phone.

“Tell the kids I miss them.” Tyler said wistfully as you geared up to end your recording and get off of Omegle.

“Tell ‘em yourself.” You spit out, disconnecting with a giggle.

You and Tyler ended up texting at almost all hours of the day for the next week or so. The two of you made a plan to post your Omegle videos at the same time, to maximize your joint slay, as Tyler had said.

Your video goes up with the title I Saw My Ex On Omegle?!

When you got the notification that he had posted his version, your eyes went wide at the title.

I Interviewed My Celebrity Crush on Omegle…

The thumbnail was a screenshot of you with all of your features blurred, but your room was clearly visible behind you, giving you away to anyone who was familiar with you.

You decided to sit down and watch his version, curious to see what he kept in and what he didn’t. Of course, the original bit made the cut, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched it back.

Tyler had kept a lot more in the video than you were expecting. A good portion of the conversation you’d had made it in, but it was mostly just questions he had asked you and answers you’d given him. It definitely played out like an interview, hence the title of his video.

You scrolled down to the comments, blushing as you read all of his viewers squealing over him calling you his celebrity crush. Obviously he was just playing it up for his audience, there was no way he had a crush on you for real, right?

The comments of your video looked almost exactly the same, asking you if you’d seen the title of his video or all caps statements about how much they loved the two of you together.

It wasn’t long before you got a text from Tyler to discuss the reception of your videos.

> from: tyler

>> Hey wifey

>> Looks like people are really fuckin with the new vid

>> Where should we bump into each other next?

You felt yourself grinning at the message, excited to potentially work with him again — strictly professionally, of course.

“Alright, y’all, we’ve got a real good stream lined up tonight.” You grinned, putting your headphones on. “I snagged an invite to the SDMP. Let’s go annoy all of your favorite creators.”

As soon as you spawned in to the SDMP, your chat erupted with demands to find different creators — though most of them were just demands to find Tyler — and you giggled at the scrolling text.

“Guys, calm down! I literally just got here. Let me get settled in!” You told your chat, as you wandered through the server, marveling at all the nice houses and builds.

As you wandered into the residential area, a familiar voice drifted into your ears.

“There she is!” Tyler said as he made his way over to you, “There’s my wife!”

You turned to look at him, eyeing your camera with fake annoyance before looking back at your screen. “Babe, where are the kids? It’s your weekend.”

“They’re fine.” Tyler answered, “They’re with the nanny.”

“I didn’t think you could afford a nanny.” You teased.

“I shelled out a little extra so I had someone to watch ‘em while I make things right with mommy.” Tyler replied, chuckling quietly. “Please, take me back. Let’s build a house together and live happily ever after.”

You muted your mic for just a second to say, “Chat, what do you think? Should I take him back?”

Hundreds of variations of YES! flooded your chat.

“I wanna live in a mansion.” You told Tyler, and his skin started to jump up and down in excitement.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler laughed, “I’ll give you anything you want, wifey.”

“Let’s have another baby.”

“…Anything but that.”

You and Tyler spent hours gathering supplies and building a house together, just shooting the shit like you had been for days.

Truthfully, you had a hard time discerning what was actual flirting from him and what was being played up for his stream, but the longer you spent together, the more real it all felt.

When it started to get late, you decided to end your stream, but stayed on the server for just a little while longer before bed. Tyler had opted to do the same, mentioning he wasn’t quite ready to head to bed yet either.

“I forgot to tell you,” Tyler started offhandedly, “I’m gonna be in LA next week. I’d love to see you, if you’d be down to chill. You could show me your favorite lunch spot.”

You paused your building, your skin growing warm at the offer. “Like a date?” You chanced to ask, and you heard Tyler’s laughter in your ear.

“Yeah, like a date.” Tyler confirmed. “Unless you’re not into that. I just thought we were vibing, but I didn’t know if it was just for show or—”

“No, no, I’m super into that.” You interrupted, smiling.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler breathed, “Because I’m super into you.”

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