#oh poor fucking twitch streamer.

[novathehoe]

"youre bullying us for wanting to play hogwarts legacy!"

you are literally giving money to someone who wants me dead. genuinely i think bullying is the kindest thing i can do right now.

[sxulcxtcher]

( exhibitionism, slight size difference )

bratty streamer boyfriend and (not so) soft dom reader? yes please…

he’s been horrible the whole day, making snide sexual remarks at you before hopping on stream to playfully flirt with chat. of course you know he’s doing all of this to get a rise out of you, which you unfortunately haven’t given him yet… it isn’t until a 15 min stream break where finally gets the reaction he wanted.

he’s bent over his stream desk, watching his chat mumble about how long his break is while you pound into his cheeky ass <3 he’s biting his lip, gritting his teeth, holding his breath - anything to shut himself up. he can feel your fat cock bulge in his tummy as you thrust back in, hitting all the right places in his poor hole :(

but he did ask for this… all those taunts ending with his stupid ass being pounded right over his stream set up~ “what was it you said earlier?” you recounted, “that i was a loser cuck that needed to know my place?” you softly cooed in his ear before harshly thrusted your hips into the plush of his ass.

“n-noo, nno i-i ‘m s-sssor-sorry ah!” he cried out, feeling your dick stretch out his hole even more.. “d-ddidn’t m-muh— mmean iiitt—!” he sobbed and moaned, a shrill, pathetic, moan. tears flooded down his cheek as he drooled over his keyboard like some dumb whore.

“maybe i should turn on your stream… have your viewers watch as i thoroughly breed your hole.” you taunted, feeling him tighten and convulse around you. “n-nnoo..!! pu-pplease— n-nnot t-thaaht..!” he pleaded but you were already adjusting the camera to keep yourself out of frame but keep your bitch of a boyfriend perfectly in the view..

with a few clacks on the keyboard, the stream was right back on with your boyfriend as the center of attention <3 “don’t you love this? you’re finally getting all the attention you crave~” your oh so saccharine words flooded his ears as he vigorously shook his head ‘no.’

“n-nnoo-ooh~!” he choked back a moan as you lifted him up from the desk. his tiny, leaky, cock on display for all his loyal supporters to gawk at. along with the fresh belly bulge that somehow grew bigger with each thrust. gripping his chin, you forced the poor boy to make direct with you before speaking. “seems like you enjoy being fucked like a toy in front of viewers.”

you could only cackle as he writhed against your hold, sobbing out “no”s and pleads to end the stream. “ah.. but you’re much tighter… you’re squeezing against me like a cockdrunk whore.” you ever so gently described. he wriggled against your hold, shaking his head no as his smaller hands tried to push away your grip.

“you’re leaking so much though… how about i help you there instead.” normally he’d be ecstatic, but he’s vehemently crying out for you to stop as you wrap your hand around his small cocklet <3

he sputters, weak hands digging into your forearm to get you to stop but you pump your hand even faster. “n-nnoo!! s-sstaagh~! ah—ah! ah! ‘m c-cumminnnghh~” he almost screamed, ropes of white, hot cum splattering his keyboard. his chest heaving up and down as he attempted to catch his breath.

softly grinding your cock into his snug hole, you sighed and laid the now twitching, nonverbal mess back onto the desk. “i haven’t cum yet pretty boy…”

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you both probably got banned after that but who cares <3 as long as he’s your own personal toy, that’s all he cares about… sorry if i’m flooding your inbox >_< i have a lot of ideas and will be sharing them~ i hope you enjoy this little story as well <3

i wish you a wonderful day - 🎀

agghhhhh what do you put in your stories? Because this is top tier food hun, loved it<3🌹

[archivedzeke]

STREAMER GETS FINGERED ! kenma kozume

warnings ! top m! reader , trans character (afab) , nsfw , fingering , voyeurism , exhibition , squirting , daddy kink , slight spanking

★ . . . “ keep your fucking hips up. " your hand came into contact with kenma's face , his head whipping to the side from the force of the slap as a sharp whine left his lips from the sting.

your long fingers were buried deep inside kenma's pink cunt , his legs spread wide just for you as you moved both your middle and ring finger in and out of him slowly , watching him suck them back in with minimal ease. such a fucking whore.

the black haired man could only hold his legs open and move his hips down against your fingers for better friction. thighs quaking as he asked you to give him more , make him cum.

kenma was propped onto his back , arms wrapped under the backside of his knees to keep his legs in the air. his streaming camera which was usually facing his gaming chair was pointed toward the bed , zoomed in on his dripping cunt.

" look at his pretty little pussy , taking my fingers so well. he's leaking everywhere. you like being shown off like this don't you bitch ? "

he nodded his head obediently , toes curling in ecstasy , " yes daddy. i l-luh-love it ! "

the poor boys legs were shaking and a bit sore , being forced to sit still as you had your way with him - antagonizing him with the slow movement of your fingers. he just wanted to cum.

you pump them in and out of him quickly , spurring on gasps and high-pitched moans. his pussy fluttered around your fingers , head rolling to the side but not once did he drop his legs.

" pluh-please daddy. . . ngh-oh fuck! " his slick juices seeping out and coating your fingers to the knuckle , the excess sticking to his thighs.

" are you going to cum baby? you've been so greedy , pussy swallowing my fingers. i'm sure our little viewers would love for you to cum like this " you placed a kiss on his ass cheek and smirked at the camera. slowing your fingers to hear the loud wet slick sounds that cause him embarrassment.

as if getting fingered on the live stream was not enough. kenma’s clit throbbed , twitching for stimulation. he’s been good, doing as you say and letting you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him.

" d-deeper! fuck. . . push them deeper " he let his words trail off into a gentle groan. pushing his ass back in time for you to push your fingers further into his cunt. “yes . . ah! like that daddy ! ”

there was a split second of shock as kenma's back arched off the bed with a girlish moan , thick cream gushing from his sloppy folds as he tried his hardest to pull away. " whoa baby , was that it? did i find your spot? "

you teased him to no end , stimulating the spongey area while rubbing gentle circles on his throbbing clit. kenma's broken garbled language had your thick cock begging for release.

but of course , you could deal with that after you've made him cum again from your fingers. it didn’t take him long , he was already at his peak again. but this time he felt different , wetter.

his clit twitched underneath your thumb and his pussy walls clenched around your fingers , spasming with wetness and heat before kenma's eyes crossed and a loud sob of pleasure left his throat. body going rigid and legs tensing in air.

clear liquid spurting from his cunt , and his hold on his leg going weak as his body went limp. but you leaned over to catch some of his release on your tongue with a giggle.

" you made such a mess ken ! look at that ! ”

pulling your fingers away from his used pussy and spreading his folds, you glanced at the camera with a smile, bringing your other hand down on the fat of his ass before gripping the flesh.

kenma panted , mewled , and giggled. the orgasm leaving him in an almost braindead state. if he was this way with your fingers , he was going to be even better with your cock buried in his cunt.

𝗰𝘃𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲™

[canaidliafail]

stay grounded pt.2

streamer Abby anderson x streamer reader 🌿

[part 1] [part 3]

TW: weed & poor usage of the english language. MDI

quick note: HUUUUGE thank you to all the comments and reblogs and asks 🥹🤲🏻 I never thought I would get to experience such overwhelming support regarding my silly lil fics so Im very grateful and hope you enjoy the upcoming parts just as much

24 full hours passed until the moment you were almost ready to open her message. You didn’t know what to say or what she was going to ask. You liked the message there because what if the conversation just didn’t go well? What if she was reaching out to complain about your fans ? or what if…well just

what if

You checked the time and then your phone.Depending on where she lived you either were about to respond way too early or way too late and that mattered to you a lot because you needed to have excuses made accordingly for he lack of responding

“she is at the gym” or “she’s probably asleep”

“heyyyy :)” you typed the response and stared at it for a hard minute. Was it childish? no it was fine, it seemed friendly

you erased it and typed a “hi :)”

no now I seem passive aggressive

you erased it again and typed a “heyy” and pressed send before you could overthink that as well. Your eyes were glued on the screen and you almost forgot to blink. After a few minutes you exited the convo and pretended you were busy re-organizing the furniture in your living room and sweeping the surface of the coffee table. Your phone pinged and you lunged yourself on the couch grabbing it and looking at who texted you

It was June who sent you a link to a tiktok.

june: check this out!!!

kys

you typed annoyed and she sent a crying face with a series of messages complaining about how much of a bully you were. You opened your ps4 and decided to continue playing valhalla

your fingers started to twitch and you kept clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth stressed. You needed a distraction so in the spur of the moment you posted a story announcing you would be doing a casual stream playing valhalla in 30 minutes and went to roll a blunt while preparing everything.

you checked your phone one last time to see that your message was still left unopened and you feared it would stay that way.

“fuck snap out of it” you whispered rubbing your temples and taking one last slow drag. You carefully put the blunt on your moon shaped ashtray and left it on the living room along with your phone which was on mute.

You did your makeup and checked yourself ok the monitor a couple of times making sure everything looked right from every angle and looked at the mirror at the side of your computer checking your posture and how the clothes you chose sat on you.

You went for the disheveled look with a baggy T and sweat’s structured in a way that looked messy. You would never admit that this carefree “breezy” look took you a good few hours to perfect

you finally turned on your stream and waited for the majority of people to tune in “Hey everyone!”

you greeted them and started reading through the comments while discreetly checking yourself in the viewfinder so that your jaw stayed sharp and your hair in tact

“Hi nice to have you back Grim!” you tried to engage in longer conversations with names you saw pop up frequently in your streams and 20 minutes in you sat back and went to open your game

“alright I don’t have much time today but I thought we could hang out while I go do some tasks in valhalla. I wanna clear out some regions”

you went back and forth from your game screen to your chat occasionally replying but mostly reacting to the game

“Oh that Eivor figure ? Yes so as much as I want it I just can’t justify a purchase like that yet…But hey its on my wishlist so I owe a date to anyone who gets it for me” you said with a soft chuckle and then paused the game to throw out a disclaimer

“seriously though don’t- I, I mean sure do that if you want to but I know kost of you are college students so please don’t throw your money on me in such a way ok?” you said and checked the chat with a soft smile. A big chunk of your crowd was very sweet saying that they wanted to get you something from your wishlist and you entertained them while also reminding them to be responsible with their money

truthfully you made enough from this job and while your wishlist was open you didn’t have the necessity to ask people for gifts unless they started the conversation first

The stream was nice and slow without much happening till out of nowhere you started hearing more and more often the “subscribed to your channel” notification and started getting confused

“My god, welcome but where are all of you coming from?” you asked genuinely confused and saw the chat interacting with another favored figure. Favored by you and by your overlapping audience

staygrounded69: So this is the game you recommended. Looks interesting

Your ears were burning and your hands started to shake. You pretending to be reading, not trusting yourself to speak without stuttering. Abby, Abigail fucking Anderson was watching your stream

“Oh look whos here! Id tell you all to greet Abs but I'm sure most of you somehow found me through her today” you awkwardly said and went back to the game. Someone shamelessly sent a superchat with a voice note

“Abby should dress up as Eivor. She has the muscles” and your eyes widened at the image of that.

“That's a nice idea but she should play the game and see if she even likes it in the first place guys”

staygrounded69: Im intrigued by it for sure!

you could almost here her, hell you could almost picture the way she would say that and it did nothing to calm your nerves so in a rush you tried to end the stream feigning sleep taking over you and saying a bold lie that you had early classes tomorrow.

Once you logged out you turned off your pc and sat on your chair for a good few minutes breathing in and out thinking back to what had just happened

this was impossible. How? Why? no back to how. Actually why is better

why did she watch my stream?

You jumped off your chair and ran to the living room remembering the message. Sure enough there was a notification from the woman herself. Multiple actually

staygrounded69: the game you suggested seems interesting enough. Wanna gimme a summary of it yourself?

and then

staygrounded69: sorry was that overwhelming? Shit my fans go wild sometimes

You tapped to see her stories and her last was a photo of her living room, her dog Alice on the floor laying and her screen showing your stream. You took a good look at the image and your eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the pic where you could see her cropped frame showing only her spread legs in those mouth watering gray sweatpants

you went back to the messages

No its fine! caught me off guard is all but thanks for the shoutout <33

you answered and cringed at how formal and distant your response seemed

And of course I hope you actually enjoyed my stream

you waited and waited and a few minutes later you saw the sent turn into seen and the three dots appeared of her typing and deleting her message

staygrounded69: I did. Weird I never came across you before but you are very entertaining. Got a good look at what valhalla is about as well

no please don’t judge it by my stream today! its so much more than the shitty little quests I did today

you rushed to send the message, your passion overclouding your judgment and throwing your plans on the mysterious flirting out of the fucking window

You wanted to double text and divert the conversation to something else so that it would keep going but didn’t know how and felt that perhaps, that would’ve been a little more ambitious of you. After all she did only text you about the game in the first place

While you weren’t surprised about it but was a bit crestfallen, the conversation ended there with Abby leaving you on seen

•••

the next two days you obsessively waited for her to post a photo, which she didn’t and waited for a story which there was none and eventually with your friends help you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to get over it

It helped that you had a fat stack of assignments to work through for the week so you buried your head in fabrics and threads and tried to finish the project that was given.

a suit, which meant one inch sewn too far and the thing would be loose and crooked. You used once again yourself as a model for the costume since dragging your friends away from their work and studies didn’t sit well with you. Besides, anyone would be bored of having to sit and wait for you to stitch ,measure, sew, tell them to get up, make them put it on and then do all of that fifty times over till you got the piece right.

Cassie did insist she would love doing that for you given that she had the time but you still refused.

You would love to eventually have an actual model for your end of year fashion show but until then You'd just have to do.

By Friday everything was fixed and wrapped ready to be presented. You were waiting in line as all of you presented your work to the professor and she took her time studying each student's work. You had already tried the suit on and had taken photos to have proof that the measurements were correct both on you and on the doll that you used so you weren't too worried about it.

You had posted the photos on your profile unsure of how they would go since you felt like no one would care enough about things unrelated to the games you play.

“You did a good job. This Fabric though, Why did you choose it?”

your throat was dry and your nerves on edge

“I wanted the extra effect and felt velvet would look good on some parts”

“I see. Try to add extra effect when you learn how to do the basics first, alright?”

You wanted to cry but just gave a curt nod, put the suit back in the bag and went to the back of the class waiting for the short examination to end. This week had a banging start and a Godawful end and you couldn’t wait to go home and sleep it off. You checked the time. one more class and then you were free

In between lectures you decided to head to the cafeteria to see if there was anything left to snack on besides protein bars that tasted like dust or chips which, of course there wasn’t. Kitchen was open only in the early hours which left all of you who had afternoon-night classes to starve and figure it out on your own. With a sigh you went to the guy and asked for a coffee

“I want-“

“Iced latte, sugar and hazelnut syrup. Don’t worry I remember the type of cake you get in your espresso”

you chuckled and leaned against the counter scrolling leisurely through your feed not bothering to check the likes or comments yet

“long week?”

“yeah and I had project presentation too”

“oh shit. What major are you in again?”

“Fashion design and construction. I like it not complaining just-“

You were checking everyone's stories eventually landing on Ellies and had to double check making sure you weren’t mistaken or too sleep deprived to see well. She has shared your post of you wearing your velvet crimson suit. A deep V cut suit and she boldly left a little note at the corner

A good day to be a lesbian

“just?” The barista asked passing you, your coffee which you barely heard, too confused on how she even found you. Making the immediate and only reasonable connection you checked Abby's feed. She had shared your photo a few hours before ellie did and she left a little comment of her own. Way more specific and catered to you making your stomach do a backflip

This woman ♡

Your knees were weak and you started to feel nauseous. You took a seat at the counter looking up at the barista

“mind if I take a seat?”

“sure, did something happen? You don’t look so good”

“I'm fine- thanks…Just light headed”

“alright take your time”

he went back to his work, his frame disappearing behind the door of the -staff only- room leaving you alone.

Thankfully the cafeteria had few people left. two girls at the far east corner on their computers and a guy on the other end of the counter listening to music on his phone and taking notes.

You sent the screenshots to your groupchat. after 10 minutes of being left on “delivered” You spammed them with different meaningless messages to get their attention. Cassie was the first to cave in

cassie: Should we call you international casanova now or…?

CASSIE!!

June: They are both in seattle so I guess she's moving locally

Cassie: Seattle is 1,000€ away from our country so not really

Guys can you help?! Im panicking

Do I text Abby? should I respond

June: YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY?! YES OF COURSE SHE IS SENDING YOU HINTS

Cassie: Damn you really said “I will miss every chance God throws at me”

Rick: sent a link to a facebook post

Cassie: ???

You laughed, feeling a little better trying to ignore the obvious set for failure that any of this flirting was considering that indeed, Abby lived too far

You shook your head and went to respond to her story. If you just thanked her, this wouldn’t go anywhere. If you whined about your teacher this would show uncomfortable familiarity

Took me a week but was worth the effort♡

you responded and her immediate reply came few seconds later

staygrounded69:You made this?! Man you’re talented

No no it's just…measuring and shit.Anyone who’s handy with crafting could learn that

staygrounded69:You could say I'm good with my hands yeah…

You choked on your coffee and started coughing, your arm over your mouth to drown the noise. You had the most stupid smile on your face. You grabbed your bag and decided that you would skip the last class to go back home. No, you needed to enjoy this the way you enjoyed reading a good romance book and the only way to do that was in the comfort of your apartment.

once you reached the bus stop you opened your phone again and went to your chat

Man she was shameless and you leaving her on read for 20 minutes did nothing to make her falter. You could definitely get behind this attitude. It was expected that someone so timid and shy would probably have a nastier side and you really wanted to find out to what extent that went

And here I was hoping to teach you

staygrounded69:That’s one way to spend our date. Learning how to sew sounds interesting

Date? You sure are bold

staygrounded69:Am I? its you who owes me one. Don’t go back on your word now

You looked at the message puzzled, your smile dropping due to the genuine confusion. Did she mistake you for someone else ? Was this message directed to another girl? your bus came and the doors slid open with the rest of the college students walking in. You looked up at their moving frames and finally had a spark of an idea.

it was stupid and a reach but you did make that stupid offer on your stream regarding the ¼ scale Eivor statue.

You checked your wishlist and scrolled all the way down before finally switching to the “purchased” section.

It was there

you went back to your chat

insane. You are insane

staygrounded69; Dont worry about it. Its not the different from getting you coffee

jesus how much do these sponsors pay you?!

you asked and chuckled awkwardly to yourself. Needless to say. You had very well missed your bus too focused on the conversation and the unexpected direction it took. In the back of your mind you had a bad hunch. This didn’t feel like Abby. But you didn’t know Abby so you decided to push it back for once and let yourself enjoy whatever was going on

Staygrounded69: Sponsors are good and all but the real deal comes from my onlyfans

Your brows shot up and your eyes went from your phone to the side of the pavement. You kicked a stone and let it tumble.

She had onlyfans. Abby anderson had onlyfans and you had no idea. Oh this was dangerous information. You were sure your bank was about to cancel your cards by telepathically reading your mind any minute now.

My bad, I had no idea.

staygrounded69: Yeah set it up not too long ago which fuck, I left you on read cause things were all over the place with work. Sorry for that

Your heart felt warm and you were glad to redirect the heat in your pants to somewhere more productive. Preferably that would’ve been your brain but that didn’t work even when Abby wasn’t involved.

its cool, I get it

staygrounded69: Now about that date

I'd love to but I happen to live a few

countries away from yours

staygrounded69: Then how about you make some time for me and we can play a game together sometime this week?

you bit your lip. You could not believe this. You would go on call with her. The most beautiful woman to ever grace this planet wanted to go on a call with you and play a game. Ha! and people say romance is dead

deal 💕

you said and content you locked your phone and took a seat at the bus stop waiting for your ride. You felt a little more appreciative of how your week ended after all

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coming next: cotton exploring Abbys OF page so next episode will finally have some spice <3

thank you for reading

[wildpeachfarm]

so like. why are they acting like only hannah was in charge of the event. when sylvee was right there. and their reactions were WILDLY different

and sylvee and her mods could keep everyone un check, and sylvee was super understanding, and was asking the rivals team for fairness, and said the game shouldn't be counted. why are they saying that we made that up, or that it was only sapnap saying that ?

sylvee is RIGHT THERE. under the SAME amount of pressure. why are they acting like she doesn't exists ?

WELL YES!!

They are acting like Hannah was the only person running this event on her own servers when...she had a co-host, it ultimately was a twitch event, and it CLEARLY wasn't strenuous on her considering she was ALSO COMPETING IN THE EVENT 😭😭💀💀💀💀

Sylvee kept her chat in check and so did many other streamer so I don't understand how suddenly when I say:

"hannah needs to control her mods and she never reprimands people for shittalking dteam in her chat and it fosters a toxic chat"

it's met with:

"fuck you! hannah was so stressed out its not her job to control her mods!!!" "oh wow women can't do anything right, huh?"

LIKE HELLO?????😭😭😭😭😭 they claim I'm somehow pushing a double standard by criticising hannah but I would've done this with anyone and also ITS A COMPLETELY REASONABLE EXPECTATION to assume a streamer will stop their mods and chat from being assholes💀

Ultimately these insane hannah defenders will completely remove sylvee from the equation if it means they can further excuse hannah's poor behavior and it's SUCH a disservice to sylvee who is working JUST AS HARD for this event and her mods weren't shittalking participants and she wasn't vagueing about other players either.

So insane

[goodluckclove]

Edgar Gallow's 31st Birthday Party (Migration Excerpt)

For those who feel like joining the sad guy and their friends in some of the most family-centered fluff I've written in like a billion years holy shit this is wholesome.

There was a faded, blue and yellow checkered tablecloth draped over the kitchen table. Scott spent the better part of an hour diligently gathering the best wildflowers and mustard sprigs from the field behind the house, all of which were now bundled in the family’s one crystal vase.

In a better world there would be streamers or balloons. Something to hang from the walls and ceiling. When Edgar called Regina to let them know that they’d be coming back with Katy soon, Scott stood at the entrance to the room and nursed a general sense of dissatisfaction.

“It looks very nice,” his mother said, stirring the simmering pot at the stove as Edgar directed before leaving.

Scott huffed. “It’s not enough.”

“I feel like any more might overwhelm the poor thing.”

Yes. Scott wanted to overwhelm them. Just tuck them into a snug cocoon of love and keep them there until all the self-loathing and confusion has been thoroughly digested. He caught his mother’s eye and, perhaps reading that intent in the sadness of his expression, she let out a small laugh.

“It’s very nice, Skylark,” she said again.

“Oh god.”

Edgar stood at the center of the kitchen with their eyes wide. There was a dreamy look in their face, complete with a grin that was buffering between wide and even wider.

Still near the stove with Regina, Scott made a noise that expressed how he was about to denigrate the work he put into the day. Before he could get a word out, his mother gently jabbed him in the side with the wooden handle of the ladle.

“Ow,” he muttered. “Fuck, Mom.”

He watched Edgar drift towards the table and reach a hesitant hand to the tablecloth. They touched the lace edge and exhaled softly.

“You even got the – wow,” they breathed. “I don’t think we should use this. I don’t want it to get ruined.”

Regina chuckled. “It’s survived plenty of dinners with Skylark. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Scott started to protest until he felt the sheer warmth radiating from Edgar across the room. Another standing-by-the-heating-vents moment. He looked at his lover and saw them watching him fondly, their eyes beginning to glass up.

Something in him relaxed. He didn’t realize how tense he’d been up until now. “Happy birthday, Edgar,” Scott smiled.

Edgar let out a single disbelieving, but very happy laugh.

Katy wasn’t surprised by the state of Scott’s family home. She wasn’t surprised that his mother, who looked like a taller and fatter version of him, greeted her with immediate warmth and was eager to welcome her into the home. The only thing that surprised her when Edgar took her back to the beach house was the way Tenzin reacted when they saw each other again.

Once again, Katy was aware of how awful she looked and felt. Tenzin’s mouth twitched slightly like she had something to say. Like she had a few things she wanted to say. Katy’s nerves heightened as she reacquainted herself with how hard her new phone companion was to read in person, until she remembered when Tenzin confessed her own personal difficulties in reading emotions.

“I’m...I’m really tired,” Katy said. “But I’m happy to see you.”

Tenzin’s brow raised when she said that. Her lips quirked up in a smile that stuttered before she managed to calm herself.

“I’m happy to see you too,” Tenzin responded. “I can show you were the bathroom is if you want to wash up.”

Katy sighed. “I’d like that a lot.”

While showering in the house’s comically over-sized bathroom, she thought about Jeff and Fern. They were settled into a temporary housing situation closer into town, where Jeff told Katy he’d be driving back to Lincoln in the morning. They spoke for a while, keeping their voices down even though Fern had their implant off in the adjacent bedroom.

“You’re going to see that friend of yours?” Jeff asked, making himself comfortable on the couch. “The one you talk to every day?”

“Yeah,” Katy was a little absent on the armchair across from him. “She’s just a friend, I think.”

“Just..? Katy, a friend could be a lot of things.”

“I know, but –”

“A friend could be someone you spend the rest of your life with. If you actually like them, a friend can be the most important thing in the world.”

He spoke with a particular passion. It sounded like he’d been wanting to say this for a while. Katy thought about sand in a bottle on the Boardwalk and suddenly felt a little itchy and sad and excited and confused.

Jeff turned towards her on the couch. “I’d like to meet her before I leave tomorrow,” he said. “If you’re comfortable with that. I hear you talk, it seems like you really like her.”

While Katy thought nothing about Edgar meeting her brother, didn’t even find it significant until she saw the two of them chatting at the Mess Hall after her impromptu tattoo session, this was different. Thinking about Jeff introducing himself to Tenzin gave Katy a deep swell of feeling she was unable to place.

She looked down at the bandaging around her forearm that covered the small new tattoo. It stung, but was mostly numb. Feeling and not feeling. There was maybe a parallel there.

Tenzin spent too long at her closet trying to pick something clean for Katy to wear once she got out of the shower. Despite living in a family of people shorter than her, and despite spending her life in a town where she was one of the tallest biological women, she didn’t spent too much time obsessing over her height. But when trying to think of some clothes to lend to someone half a foot shorter than her, Tenzin suddenly felt like some sort of massive, gangling kaiju.

So she figured, after Scott made a habit in their adolescence of borrowing from her closet, she could finally return the favor. She crept into his room and grabbed one of his two pairs of jeans and an undershirt. By the time she left with her bounty Katy had just stepped out of the bathroom, and the two met in the hall in awkward silence.

Katy looked better. Still drained, a little heavy in the eyes – but certainly fresher. She held the towel around herself and took in the sight of Tenzin openly stealing clothes from her brother’s bedroom.

It looked weird. Tenzin knew it looked weird. “What size jeans are you?” She said to Katy.

“Uh –” she looked down at the bundle of jeans and raised a single brow. “Men’s or women’s?

“Men’s.”

“Thirty-six.”

Tenzin checked the label on the inside of Scott’s jeans. “Hah,” she scoffed. “Look at that. Perfect match,” she pushed the clothes towards Katy. “Here.”

Katy snickered low. She adjusted her grip on the towel and brushed a few strands of wet hair out of her face. “Is Scott going to care that you’re lending me his clothes?”

“He won’t miss them. Scott’s not really a...pants kind of person.”

“Well,” Katy took the clothes with her free hand and flashed Tenzin a wry smirk. “If these are real Levi’s then that’s his loss.”

After Katy changed the two of them laid across Tenzin’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. Their silence was hard to parse. Things felt so much stranger than it did over the phone. Tenzin could see the curve of Katy’s nose and the soft flush of her pale cheeks that lingered from the hot water. She was reminded of how glamorously beautiful she was, and forced to confront that the feeling she had when Katy called her attractive wasn’t really there anymore.

She thought about how she knew a bit about Katy’s childhood, and how Katy knew about hers. Tenzin was apparently the only person in the world aside from Katy’s youngest brother to be privy to her deathly fear of horseshoe crabs. In turn, Katy was the only person to know that Tenzin still kind of had a crush on the shape shifting, cat-like yokai from My Neighbor Totoro.

There was certainly a relationship here. It was hard to understand it more than that, though.

“Can we keep lying here for a while?”

Katy’s voice was distant when she said that. Her eyes were already drifting shut. Tenzin didn’t answer, and once it occurred to her to say something Katy was already starting to snore.

Tenzin watched her sleep. Was that weird? It was hard to tell. She felt better seeing her there, though. Knowing she was clean and resting and, for the moment, safe.

Thinking that made her body start to feel heavy. She heard the croaking rattle of the heat vents above her bedroom door turn on, and something about the sound was so kind to her that Tenzin closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax.

Edgar thought they’d be better at this.

They knew that an actual birthday party after decades of ignoring the date would be a shock to the system, but they hoped they’d eventually acclimate to the situation. This simply wasn’t the case. An hour into watching the table be set and the food be served, tasked with nothing but sitting at the head of the table, Edgar had no idea what to do with themselves.

It was easy to smile. They couldn’t stop smiling. This felt like something out of a dream and they stayed very still just in case moving too much would cause them to wake up.

Scott ended up sitting beside them, and he softly laid his hand on top of Edgar’s on the table.

“It smells amazing,” he said, motioning his head towards the serving bowl of chili that steamed in the center of the table.

Edgar stared at Scott. How long was it supposed to be between blinks? Their eyes were starting to sting. They still couldn’t stop smiling.

“It’s smelled great all day,” Scott smiled playfully. “I tried to sneak a taste but Mom wouldn’t let me.”

Scott must’ve been working so hard while they were gone. Diligent Scott, determined to exorcise today into being something worth celebrating again. Beautiful Scott, with a few curved strands of black escaping his bun.

Skylark, Skylark, Skylark.

A note of concern made the shapes on Scott’s face look all the more profound. “Hey,” he cooed, touching Edgar’s cheek and the underside of their chin. “I hate to be the one to say this, but – did you take your Petrichor today?”

“I’m gonna’ marry you,” Edgar said in voice clear as day.

Scott’s eyes went wide. Regina, who was laying out a basket of freshly-cut bread, paused midway into the gesture. She noticed he and Edgar both staring now and blinked a few times, nonplussed.

“If you’re looking for surprise you’ve come to the wrong place,” she let the jesting comment settle, and then warmed. “Congrats, kids. Na zisete.”

She went back to the kitchen to pull out the bottle of cider that was chilling in the fridge. Edgar leaned forward, elbows propped up on the table and chin supported on his fists. Their heart was a sparkling, swirling pool of about a dozen different perfumes and body washes, a veritable emotional bubble bath with the consistency of expensive syrup. It coated their skin with the smallest touch, and as the rest of the world moved along they were sinking blissfully into its depths.

They felt Scott graze his fingernails up and down their back and sighed in utter peace. They gazed at him, eyes partially lidded, and snickered as he started to squirm shyly.

“Wow,” Scott breathed.

Edgar laughed again. “I feel your feelings,” they reminded him. “You should be used to this by now.”

Scott shook his head. “No no. No, this – this is all you, I think.”

If Edgar manipulated the emotions reflecting in them, it did feel differently than Scott’s emotions did. More fluid. Different hues. It was hard to explain. It was also hard to think that Edgar would be capable to creating anything as beautiful as what they were currently experiencing.

They closed their eyes and grinned with a scoff.

The table was just big enough to fit the five of them. Scott and Edgar, Katy and Tenzin, and Regina between the two couples. The conversation was quick-fire, boisterous and frequently overlapping. They spoke of traveling, hot dogs, children’s books, music choices and bad motels. Regina mostly listened. She made a comment or two every so often, but for the most part she was happy just hearing the others talk.

The chili was intricately spiced in a way that echoed in the mouth long after every bite. The chew of the diced cauliflower was so close to ground beef that she barely registered it wasn’t actually meat. She dressed her bowl as Edgar suggested, and the hefty serving of shredded cheese turned the entire bowl into something with the consistency of paste. Regina questioned the choice at first, though once she took a bite she noted the dense creaminess, the smooth texture made complex with onion and bell pepper. It was like fondue she was meant to eat on its own.

Edgar’s capabilities with something so simple were deeply impressive. She’d actually forgotten how useful it was to have a variety of fresh produce in her own backyard. And Scott was charming in a new kind of way – with an effortless quality that she could see not leaving him exhausted. He spoke to their new friend Katy so eagerly. Clearly he thought of her as a friend, and by the way Katy joked with him so easily Regina hoped she thought of him the same way.

Katy was a clever one. She reminded Regina of Goose in a way that made her miss having Goose in the house too. The bandage on her arm proved that she was willing to get a permanent sigil (Because Edgar can do sigils! How smart of them!) just to stay under her roof. Regina regretted that being the lengths it took, but the fact that Katy would go so far for a chance to spend quality time with her children earned her respect in an instant.

Once they finished their meal, Scott and Regina quickly cleared the table. While her son loaded the dishwasher she lingered close by, momentarily hesitant.

“You sure you don’t have a problem with it?” She whispered to him.

Scott paused. “With what?”

“Edgar’s present.”

“Oh,” Scott closed the dishwasher with his foot and leaned against it. “Of course not.”

“Tradition calls for it to go to you. Or – or to Tenzin, maybe.”

“Yeah, but – we don’t wear jewelry. I hate the feeling of it, and Tenzin likes her style simple. You know that.”

Regina still wasn’t certain. She had her hand in the pocket of her slacks and anxiously palmed the small box inside. Scott took her by the shoulders, forcing her steady in one bold movement.

“You’ll keep it in the family,” he said. “That’s what you want, right?”

Her son was an adult now. He looked so much like her, and even more like Levi. The gleam in his eyes and the promise of mischief at the edge of his smile. He used to be the littlest of babies. He used to wriggle around the mustard fields well into adolescence.

Past him, Edgar was listening intently at Katy while she told a story about some chaos she passed on the road. They were so considerate and polite. So aware of other people and how they fit into any given room at any given time. She remembered the weekend she cared for them as a child where they finally worked up the courage to learn against her. Even then, they kept asking if what they were doing was okay.

“Edgar?” She called out. “I have something for you, if you don’t mind.”

Edgar laid in bed that night, still buzzing so madly that they might’ve been floating a few centimeters off the mattress. They tried to stay quiet. They tried to stay still, so as to not bother Scott. But they couldn’t keep from touching Regina’s gift as it hung in place just above their collarbone.

It was a necklace on a long leather cord. In the center there was a pendent, a carnation lovingly etched from wood and then painted orange. Edgar felt its shape in the dark with their finger and tracked every breath as it cycled through their chest.

Regina explained that birthright jewelry used to be more commonplace, a way for witches to signify their presence to each other in civilization. The orange carnation was the marking of birthright magic back then. Nowadays it was less important to be discreet, but the pieces that remain are still passed down in certain families in the remaining witch towns.

Scott assured Edgar that he used to wear the necklace and hated the way it felt on his neck. Tenzin agreed that the pendent was slightly too large, and the color slightly off for her skin tone. So Edgar had it. Now it was Edgar’s.

He tied it around Edgar’s neck in the privacy of his bedroom. Edgar looked at themselves for a long time in the full-length mirror and marveled. Just marveled. They never considered any sort of adornment for themselves, but the small splash of color made them feel remarkably stylish. That was a new feeling for them. The person in the mirror with the fuzzy green sweater and the rustic orange flower necklace, their red curls vibrantly fluffy, was an appealing stranger Edgar would love to get to know more.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Scott asked them as they laid in bed together.

Edgar grinned, weary and ecstatic. “I wasn’t even ready for today.”

Scott took their hands and pressed them to his chest. He held them there for some time, eyes closed, saying nothing. It looked like he might’ve fallen asleep like that, but then he spoke again.

“I’m with you,” Scott said.

It was an odd feeling. It was so strange to look at a part of yourself that has been wrapped up after an injury for years and years and suddenly rip off all the bandages, only to realize that what used to be a gaping wound was almost fully healed over. There was still a scar. There would probably always be a scar.

But one more scar wasn’t enough to break Edgar Gallows. Not anymore.

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day 7 update/reactions of my first run, semi-blind, of disco elysium. end of run.

my god. what a game. something happened to me through it all and i haven't figured it out. i am happy and can't wait to see what others discovered when they played this. i hope the twitch streamers i watch decide to play this game, even if its better enjoyed blind

details on the previous days here, apologies for mispellings, i'll get the hang of it

under the cut:

- by this point in the story my Harry can't afford getting too distracted

- Kim's room is very organized

- for narrative purposes I up my Volition, Shivers, and Espirit de Corps simultaneously. Hearing Revachol itself is a wonder.

- BLOOD ON THE GROUND! good on you Cindy. I doubt I'll light it on fire though

- after much deducing we go to Fishing Village again, with our dear Lilienne lending us her boat. her kids are sweet as always!

- that skillset perking up apparently let me know that the officers watching Harry's ass for the past few days plan to meet him

- "point of no return" what the fuck do you mean, Inland Empire

- pull up the boombox, we're boating!!!

- abandoned island creeps, open doors, and the SNIPER'S NEST. oh fuck the Sniper lives here. can't sleep in that bed yet!!!

- OH SHIT OH SHIT the culprit: M. Dros, a communist deserter from the old revolution. With can opener tactics, we fish out information that makes a confession.

- I can't believe it. Kim and Harry arguing over who gets to bring the Deserter over. To me this is the most logical conclusion after saving each other during a standoff.

- BRO THE PHASMID???? IT'S REAL! is it meant to show up just as we get the confession?????? Dros is in a fetal position and can't see it

- Kim can see it! Yes! No pics yet bestie, I need to talk to it. I get to talk to it. Why are you in awe of me you strange creature? I'm flattered you think such divinity can rest in my brain

- Okay Kim take the picture now. It's such a pretty scene and wonderfully drawn by the game!!! Goodbye insulindian phasmid!

- The Deserter being reduced into a dummy state solves our travel issue. We walk back. Kim, I think I'll take that nap now.

- what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

- oh no. God-Wife. This is why we forget at all.

- "suggestion (92%): kiss her." i need to try but i hope this fails—"CHECK SUCCESS." fuck. and she didn't even kiss back!

- she's right Harry, your deification of your ex isn't a good idea

- must you call me poor? fuck wait, that's Harry's self-loathing. I've been playing as Sorry Copotype, this makes sense. Like, I get that we, the player, have been playing with the voices in Harry's head all game but I maxed Inland Empire so literally anything can talk at this point. The city fucking talks, why shouldn't this?

- it's tiring to make Harry like this. We need to let go, my blorbo, we've come this far.

- in retrospect, was that. was that foreshadowing. what the phasmid told me?

- Hi Kim. Let's head back to the Fishing Village. Oh shit the other cops are here too

- TRANT??? you've been helping my precinct and refused to say shit about knowing me???

- i know Jean, I'm a sorry sack of shit

- Kim 😭😭😭 you say such nice things

- "he's a [communist]" bro I was making Harry kiss everyone's ass regardless of politics! is this the game acknowledging that i didn't Forget the associated Thought or did it pick up on my dialogue choices ending up being predominantly communist? i mean, i was building up to sympathy towards that by the end but like. sympathy. idk all Harry and I care about is that Kim spoke well of me

- enjoy that picture you bastards

- Join me at 41, Lt. Kitsunagi!!! You bore with an awful man at his most awful time and you both came out better for it! WAAAAHHHHH

- We're still in, baby! The sun sets on a new chapter for everyone in Revachol, in Martinaise.

[kayzero]

My Favorite Episode of Doctor Who

tonight i wanted to rant about my FAVORITE Nine episode:

"The Doctor Dances"

Firstly, “Are you my mummy?” rewired my fucking brain, I had that echolalia going for months after the first time i watched it

secondly. it’s So Fucking Smart.

Jack Harkness, don’t much like him to be fair, he’s too flirty, but i suppose i might’ve gotten The Curse of Immortality from him subconsciously. but you could get the twist of the episode with all the clues from the previous episode

same as the Doctor did

here are the facts of the episode:

German Air Raids have poor children scrambling about stealing food—woulda died anyway if a bomb were to hit, yeah? might as well get something out of this horrible situation.

A Child Died during an air raid, Nancy’s brother, to be precise

The Bomb That Wasn’t A Bomb was actually an alien ambulance, and finally,

Something Is Going Around looking for its Mummy, changing anyone it touches or that touches it into a perfect copy

The second that the word ambulance came out of Jack’s mouth, the first time I watched it, I said to my girlfriend at the time (first girlfriend, high school senior while she was a freshman, she actually introduced me to Doctor Who), “How do you think an alien ambulance goes around healing its patience?” And you know what she did? She just smiled and said that she had already seen the episode, so she already knew the answer.

But like.

Actually, the perfect comparison comes to mind—Penny Snapcube banned the smile emoji from her chat halfway through her playthrough of Tears of the Kingdom. It’s a subset of Twitch culture, popularized in Pointcrow’s stream, I could believe.

His exact quote was, “Do not say things like ‘oh I can’t wait for him to X’, or ‘chat, what was his reaction to Y?’ That’s a spoiler too. I now know those things are coming. Just smile instead.”

So now, instead of incidentally spoiling a twist or a secret in a game that a streamer is playing, or when the streamer shows any amount of foresight and like, correctly guesses near a plot point, chat will spam the smile emoji.

But Penny got pissed by her chat doing that Every Time she would say or do anything related to the game, because, in her words, “You responding like that tells me that there’s something involving what I just said coming up in the game.”

so my gf saying “I’ve already seen this episode” not when I asked about the air raids and not when I wondered about the Time Agents and not when I said something about this being Doctor Who’s take on a zombie invasion, never any of those times, but specifically when I mentioned the ambulance?

You know how Netflix does that “hey are you still watching” prompt shit, where the only time you wouldn’t be annoyed is if you fell asleep or started making out with someone? The prompt popped up in between The Empty Child and The Doctor Dances and I clicked off the iPad, stood up, started pacing, and going like

“What’s the easiest way for an alien miracle machine healthcare system to function?”

And eventually I opened Netflix back up and turned The Empty Child back on and skipped ahead to when the doctor (not the Doctor) got a gas mask. At this point my girlfriend clearly gave up and knew I would get it eventually and wanted to go back to cuddling so she skipped back a bit to where the doctor was talking about the sick kid being brought into the hospital.

I think I said something to the effect of “It probably transforms you into a healthy specimen. But how would they know what a healthy human looks like?” And my girlfriend skipped ahead to when the Doctor was saying that something was stupid.

“Oh,” I realized. “They don’t.”

so the machine scans a specimen, heals it up to full, catalogs it as a healthy member of its race, and then shoves it full of nanobots and makes it heal every other member of its race it comes into contact with by transforming it into what it believes is a healthy specimen.

so the machine scans a specimen, heals it up to full, catalogs it as a healthy member of its race, and then shoves it full of nanobots and makes it heal every other member of its race it comes into contact with by transforming it into what it believes is a healthy specimen. except it’s stupid. it thinks a distressed child wearing a gas mask is a perfect human. don’t explain the psychic connection, neither. how come they all surged forward when Jamie found Nancy that first time? how come Jamie went back to his room when the Doctor told those sickbed patients to go to their room? eh. who knows. anyway, i felt like a proper genius when the next episode came on and the Doctor said word for word what i said

(those two skips from the gf probably helped more than a little, but i paid her in cuddles, she received her due recompense, if not the credit at the time)

oh right, the mystery of the mother didn’t get this one the first go round but i think i’d get it today. back then i didn’t know The Mystery Novel Rules—All relevant characters must be introduced in the first act. Or in this case, the first fifteen minutes of the previous episode. So now I would realize that they wouldn’t introduce a new character to serve as the mother, so the Older Sister must actually be a SA Victim and a teenaged mother to her ‘younger brother’.

[johannepetereric]

Fuck you if you don’t like Shang-Chi—Live Reaction

Shang-Chi drives an epic red car just to be a bellhopper XD

Asshole thinks Gangnam Style is an insult XD

YOOOOOOOO, Shang-Chi’s mom taught him how to fight before he got to America! And he just kicked the ass of our first baddie like cray-cray! And it’s a reveal! 

Not ANOTHER disabled villain 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

I just LOVE that there’s a Twitch streamer on the bus for da realism/comedy XD

Poor bus driver :(

KATY IS CHEKHOV’S CAR PARKER!!!

“WHAT SIGNAL?!” SHE SAID IT! SHE SAID WHAT WE’RE ALL THINKING!!!

I don’t think they have the money for TWO plane tickets!

Wait, no, it was the evil Dad who taught him to kick ass.

“I was taught every possible way to kill a man” But he doesn’t. He’s too kind-hearted for that.

OMG MY SECOND PLANE SCENE IN A ROW!! AND MORE COMEDY OUT OF IT!!!

So Shang-Chi went to America to escape his father.

Katy, “Shang-Chi” is the slant g, almost silent, and the chi sounds even and sch-like, and the “Shang” is also pronounced like “Shahng”. I think. One Choir and French class each isn’t exactly a great resume for Internet Linguistics. 

THE FUCKING ABOMINATION VS WONG!!!

I guess this is where Wong comes from.

“Now take your shirt off” *cue Careless Whisper*

Why is Xu Xaoling presented like Darth Vader? 

Xu Xaoling and Katy have Lingering Sexual Tension.

I LOVE the comedic timing in Shang-Chi!

Katy’s name is apparently Ruiwen but she can’t pronounce Shang-Chi

OMG SHANG-CHI’S DAD GREW UP WITH THE KIDS, TOO! AND PLAYED DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION WITH THEM!!!

Renwu?

Wait, the mom’s name is just “Li”? 

OMG SHE’S ACTUALLY A GHOST!!!

Yung Li?

SHANG-CHI GETS A HYPE-ASS RED COSTUME AS PROTECTOR OF THE DARK GATE!!!

THAT’S IT! I recognize Xu Xiaoling’s colors from Cassandra Cain, Orphan and Batgirl!

XU XIAOLING IMMEDIATELY GETS A COOL ROPE WEAPON!!!

The captions say the amputated good is called Razor Fist, the name graffitied onto Trevor’s car. Is there something going on there?👀👀👀

Shang-Chi watched his Mom get murdered.

And a few days later watched his Dad go on a killing spree. 

I’m LIVING fir the color contrast between the Dad’s blue armor and the Ten Rings vs. Ta Lo’s red robes.

The special effects and CGI and the writers all the art teams all need big raises for this masterpiece!

I love the emotional storytelling!

SHANG-CHI CAN RIDE A FUCKING DRAGON!!!

TREVOR LITERALLY PLAYED DEAD!! HE CAN SLOW DOWN HIS EVERYTHING TO COME ACROSS AS DEAD!!

SHANG-CHI LITERALLY JUST CAUGHT THE TEN RINGS AND FLUNG THEM IN A CIRCLE AND DOEN AND NOW THEY’RE FLOATING RED/ORANGE WILL O’ THE WISPS!!

THE TEN RINGS CHOSE SHANG-SCHONAS HE’S COMBINING TA LO’S TEACHINGS TO WIELD THEM!!

His name’s Wenwu.

FATHER SON TEAM UP SGAINST THE MOTHERFUCKING FIVE-WINGED DRAGON!!

RENWU’S AURA IS RAINBOW AND HE’S GONNA FUCKING HEROIC SACRIFICE!!

WHEN THE TEN RINGS TOUCHED SHANG-CHI, THEY TURNED ORANGE INSTEAD OF BLUE

OH MY GOSH THEY MEMORIALIZE THE DEAD BY RUNNING CHINESE LANTERN ACROSS THE RIVER!!! AND SHANG-CHI ROWED ONE FOR WENWU!!

WONG JUST SHOWED UP ON POINT LIKE IN SHE-HULK!!

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 48 – CROSSOVER

What If You're What I Need by YohKoBennington

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,994 Tags: Hogwarts AU, Pining Steve, Oblivious Tony

Summary: Steve and Tony don't get alone, or so it seems. But after getting in trouble and having to spend some time together, things change for the best.

Reasons why I love it: They're so cute, oh my god, stop it. Poor Steve being all up in his feelings and Tony being utterly oblivious about it for a good portion of the time is a perfect recipe for a fic, and I love every second of it. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

When they finally come to destroy the earth (they'll have to go through you first) by AlchemyAlice

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 5,468 Tags: DC Crossover, Phone Calls, Boarding School

Summary: In which Tony Stark went to boarding school with Bruce Wayne, and the road to becoming a superhero is not smooth.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is an absolute masterpiece. If an MCU-DC fusion ever happened on film, I would want it to include this fic exactly as it is. Everyone's characterizations are perfect, and the friendship between Tony and Bruce practically jumps off the page, it's so real. I adore this fic, and if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should!

No man is an island, (--Entire of itself) by llamallamaduck

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 3,801 Tags: Naruto Crossover, Sexual Humor, Twitch Streamer Sasuke

Summary: It was technically, a recruitment mission. A recruitment mission. All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy, Tony’s heard it said. Who knew their one bad day would come as a result of a single faux-recruitment mission?

Reasons why I love it: Holy shit, this is so funny, I can't. This version of Sasuke is absolutely hilarious, and I love all the DC references on top of that. Plus, the lead-in into SHIELD drama is impeccable, it's like a pinch of spice in an already amazing dish. Definitely check this one out, because it's fantastic!

In Which Secrets Are Secrets No More by Renai_chan

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Harry/Eggsy Rating: G Words: 7,259 Tags: Kingsman Crossover, Humor and Banter, Jealous Eggsy

Summary: Eggsy stumbles across an archer and a female spy and discovers some secrets way above his paygrade.

Reasons why I love it: Did I ever think I needed a Marvel x Kingsman crossover? Absolutely not. Does it turn out I needed it desperately? Hell fucking yes. This is one of my favorite crossover fics of all time, not just because the Avengers are funny as hell but because I love Eggsy beyond belief. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, because it's amazing!

Supervengers: After Purgatory by JoCarthage

Pairing: Steve/Tony, Castiel/Dean Rating: G Words: 1,392 Tags: Supernatural Crossover, Purgatory, Pre-Slash

Summary: Something other than Chitauri riders come out of the hole the Tesseract punched in the universe. This is something I wrote after a facebook dare from rainbowdalek. Her prompt was: "I feel like Dean Winchester and Tony Stark could be great friends - similar daddy issues, similar taste in music, similar bent toward alcoholism, similar tendency to be shipped with their morally upright, pop-culture-ignorant male costars..." It's unbeta-ed and its the first thing I've ever written in Avengers and first thing I've posted in Supernatural.

Reasons why I love it: Ooooh, this is such a cool idea for a crossover! Using the Chitauri to tie the two worlds together is honestly kind of genius. And the confrontation between Tony, Cas and Dean is fantastic, I loved every word of it. Definitely give this one a read if you haven't, it's great!

[laseratingfist]

despite this cute face, i have cried....

luka vs sparkle, go!!!! (wishful thinking of a fic i haven't written yet)

luka twitch streamer when. can we get a collab with lil gui. please

:( .... i do really like this different angle to borisin, though? i appreciate that they're not all bad. "entirely evil race" is boring.... also lol poor luka, dude has no idea about most interastral conflicts

SMART BOY!!!! THIS .... AUGHHHH. im soooo fucking glad he had a moment like this because genuinely with the amount he talks down on himself, im worried that some people might not realize. it's insecurity, and he actually is smart

1. SO COOL to me that they're still technically human, i guess, i have been wondering that about the different groups of. aliens. i had been working under the assumption that they probably all look similar just for hoyosimplicity's sake.

2. luka as a borisin.... dogboy.... i will probably doodle this if not just to put some dog ears on him

i did start crying at this and kept crying for the rest of this sidequest ngl

oh, hey! that's! one of my mottos! everyone is free to choose. (sobbing crying over this robot)

well, onto the next big fight! i think i know who it is.... TvT

HI GUYS I'M DONE WITH MY WORK FOR THE DAY SO I GOT TO PLAY THE FIRST PART OF THE LUKA EVENT‼️‼️

spoilers below....

hate to say it. just kidding love to say it. GAY!!

i'm, of course, a huge big fan of the additional Luka Lore tidbits.... mainly about his self-sacrificing personality that i have been (apparently) correct about since i started fixating on him.

YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A GEPKA MEETING!! and its confirmed that they respect each other.... i'm melting i'm melting i'm crying

i had to put down my phone bc why is he looking at luka like thaT HELLO?? KISS ALREADY

luka keeps talking down on himself this whole time, which. like. kind of understandable given the position he's in but omg.... dude you're doing fine. also jfc seele. maybe bully him more idk

VERY curious wtf i mightve missed here or if this is a new development. a little dropper of water on my belobog-lore-parched ass. also, lol, he learned his lesson not to assume the age of anybody on the xianzhou 😭

GODSPEED SIR o7 can't wait to play more but i gotta go to bed soon

[sugawaraxo]

streamer

warnings: none, just fluff :)

characters: shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, bakugo katsuki

synopsis: them being cute gamers or whatever

a/n: i chose the characters i could see being streamers/gamers the most but lmk if you guys want a part 2 with more people :)

shoto todoroki

- you two met through twitch and immediately clicked

- you would stay up for countless hours playing anything and everything together

- your guy’s numbers started growing when you complimented shoto on stream once and he malfunctioned

- he got so flustered that he had to turn his camera off and regain composure

- ever since, your viewers have speculated something more than a friendship is going on between you two

- you guys like to feed into it and keep people guessing

shoto is down to a one v four in CSGO. somehow your whole team had slipped up and got wiped by your opposer, leaving shoto to fend for himself. you know he’s a phenomenal player, probably the best player you know in all honesty. but for some reason, your faith in him clutching this match is substantially low. your chat is in agreement, being poor sports and commenting as though shoto had already lost.

you watch as he uses his main, an AK47, to plant a perfect headshot into an unexpecting enemy.

“ok ok, nice shot shoto. 3 more like that.” you cheer him on. he’s quiet, too focused to respond but your morale boost is very appreciated on his end. you have his stream open on the side of your monitor and you watch as his eyebrows furrow so tightly together it almost makes you laugh. but you refrain, not wanting to distract him from his detrimental task. after a few seconds of walking around the map shoto is met by another member from the opposing team. his reflexes are eerily quick as he slides his mouse, aligning his crosshairs perfectly on the opponents head and taking the shot in a matter of seconds. instant headshot kill.

“holy. ok two more.” you state, quite frankly at a loss for words.

you hear a few distant shots and shoto notices them too. those cat-like reflexes take over once more, he turns to see the remaining two opponents approaching him, firing their weapons mercilessly. shoto crouches and fires his gun. he hits one opponents chest and the other’s arm, though it’s not enough to take them out. his health is dangerously low, but he fires again and lands two perfect headshots. the rest of your team goes absolutely insane and shoto has the most smug smirk on his face as he tries to humbly mask the fact that he just annihilated a one v four with mostly headshots.

“that was so sexy, oh my fucking god.” you exclaim, unaware of the volume in which you said it.

“wait, what?” he chokes, though there’s no possible way he didn’t hear what you said.

“that was sexy, you’re too good.” you repeat, adding a bit more emphasis on the ‘sexy’ this time.

you look at his stream on your screen, his face is flushed of all color save for the rich red blush creeping over his cheeks.

“yeah thanks um, you uhh, you did really sexy-really good too y/n.”

“shoto, i died in the first five seconds.” you laugh.

he turns his face cam off and you feel slightly guilty for flustering him into embarrassment, but it was fully unintentional. his reaction was cute though, an image stored away in your brain forever. you glance at your chat which is full of people laughing and saying you broke shoto. you giggle while reading each comment but your laughter is cut short by shoto’s reappearance.

“sorry about that, needed some water.” shoto explains while awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “chat relax, stop spamming ‘sexy shoto’” he continues.

you laugh again before muttering, “i mean, they’re not wrong.” to what you thought was yourself, but apparently you need to work on your whispering because both your chat and shoto hear you.

“maybe i need to start clutching one v fours more often then.” he tries to play it off coolly but that telltale blush is still plastered on his face.

“if you clutch another one then i might just have to kiss you, i don’t even know.” you joke, though you’re not sure if you’re even fully joking at this point.

“bet.” he responds as you guys queue up for another match, where shoto does in fact clutch another one v four.

denki kaminari

- you’re his streamer crush

- you know of him because you’ve played with him in a few lobbies put together by mutual friends

- but everything you know about him is surface level

- one thing you do know about him though, is he’s very competitive

- and so are you

- so what happens when you two are put in the same crab game lobby?

- one word…

- chaos

you tend to be decently calm and collected, but for some reason video games bring out the absolute devil in you. today one of your friends invited you to play crab game in a huge group they had put together. you figured it’d be super fun to play with your friends and meet people in the lobby that you haven’t yet, so you agreed to be apart of it.

upon entering the game, chaos is already ensuing. there are about fifty players already in game, chatting and jumping all over the place, hitting each other and laughing. you can tell tonight is going to be fun.

you’re about to go see if you can find anyone you know when someone with a name you’re somewhat familiar with but don’t know too well begins to approach you.

“i hear you’ve never lost a game of crab game” the guy states.

interesting way to start a conversation you think to yourself.

“you’ve heard correctly then.” you respond smugly. it’s true, granted you’ve only played three times, but still.

“well i’m here to change that.” he responds. you can’t see his face but you can tell he has an all too confident smirk spread across it.

“well, denki? am i saying that right?” you ask and he simply hums in response.

“that’s big talk for someone i didn’t even know existed until five seconds ago.” you continue.

“oh trust, you’ll know who i am by the end of the game.” he says nonchalantly before walking away.

you could scoff at his audacity, but something about the banter intrigued you and you most definitely were not about to let him win.

after everyone has readied up, the game starts with the classic red light green light. you’re stood to the right of the map and you notice denki walking towards you and stopping once he’s standing behind you. you know what he’s about to try and do, he wants to hit you during a red light so you get eliminated. clever but predictable, you don’t plan on letting him win that easily.

the huge doll at the end of the path begins singing, signaling that it’s time for the players to move. you do exactly that, making sure to dodge and weave to make it difficult for denki to hit you.

“why are you moving so much, you scared?” denki asks while everyone is stopped and waiting for the doll to move again.

“not scared of you if that’s what you’re implying.”

“are you sure about that?” denki questions before clicking his mouse, causing his character to hit yours.

in perfect timing, the doll turns around and begins singing again.

“i’ll remember that.” you say, already plotting how you’d get your revenge for his attempted murder.

you both barely complete this round after countless attempts to get the other eliminated. this continues for the entire game with you guys targeting one another other in each challenge, ignoring anyone around you. obstacle after obstacle, you guys barely make it through. no one else is seen as a threat and it almost seems as though all the other players are leaving you to hash out whatever rivalry had brewed in the lobby.

eventually you two are the last ones standing in bomb tag. the premise of the game is to be the last one standing without the bomb. you’re the one who starts with it and denki is already sprinting across the map. he jumps and climbs ladders with ease, gaining distance on you. though you’re able to cut him off and tag him, transferring the bomb to him. you run away as quickly as possible but you evidently weren’t fast enough because he tags you back immediately. you’re now in possession of the bomb again with fifteen seconds on the clock. ten seconds. five seconds. you lose hope in winning until denki trips up and accidentally slips down a ladder, you tag him and the bomb explodes his character.

“hell yeah, eat my ass bitch boy. what was that you said about changing my win rate? i can’t hear you talking shit now. aw, are you embarrassed? cute.” you say with mock sympathy. you’re admittedly a bit too excited for winning something as dumb as crab game, but it’s the satisfaction of beating denki that’s so gratifying. you wait for a response for a couple seconds, hearing a faint

“chat, i think she’s my soulmate.” before respawning back in the lobby.

katsuki bakugo

- you’re his significant other that makes occasional appearances on his stream

- like denki, he’s very competitive

- so his viewers think it’s hilarious how soft he gets when you’re there

- he’ll be in the midst of cussing someone out with every cuss word known to man in two different languages

- then you’ll walk in and ask what he wants for dinner and he’s just like

- “whatever you want baby, i know you had a long day so get what’ll make you happy. let me bow down to you and kiss your feet while you’re at it.”

- that’s not exactly what he says, but his chat swears that’s what he sounds like

“holy shit you absolute fucking moron, are you actually fucking kidding me deku? how are you so fucking shit at this game?” bakugo practically growls at his friend on the other end of the discord call.

“i literally asked for backup ten times but your dumb ass wanted to try and take out a whole team on your own.” izuku explains.

“well maybe if you weren’t complete dog shit you wouldn’t have needed backup in the first place doofus.” bakugo counters.

“says the guy who died to a bot last round.” kirishima laughs, chiming in on the argument.

“fuck off. don’t even get me started on you, you fucking-”

“hey babe, oh sorry. i didn’t know you were still streaming.” you stop yourself, beginning to back out of the room.

“wait no, it’s ok. come say hi.” bakugo says, his tone a complete 180 from the menacing demon he was about to unleash on kirishima. you walk into frame, sitting in the extra chair that katsuki has for whenever you guest star in his streams.

“hi chat. hi eijiro and izuku.” you smile and wave, catching how bakugo looks at you endearingly as you do so. his chat starts booming with ‘hi y/n’s’ and ‘how are you’s.’

“i’m good, how are you guys?” you ask, used to this routine from the first time you appeared on bakugo’s stream. one comment in particular catches your eye.

‘i’m good, bakugo seems to be having a rough day though lol’

you read the comment aloud before laughing to yourself and asking “why’s that?” even though you could more than likely guess why.

‘he’s ass at valorant but keeps blaming his friends for it’ someone else comments.

“i heard” you respond “katsuki, you can’t cuss out your friends for being shit when you’re shit yourself.”

“damn, she got you there.” you hear kirishima mumble.

“kirishima shut the hell up before i shove my fist up your-”

“katsuki.” you cut him short, rolling your eyes at how easily hot headed your boyfriend can get.

“sorry.” he mutters, voice still sharp yet carrying a lot less bite.

you glance over his chat again, looking at everyone talking about how amusing it is that you calm him down so easily.

you and bakugo spot a ‘i can definitely tell who wears the pants in this relationship and it’s not bakugo…’ comment at the same time.

“tsk. i wear the pants. end of story.” bakugo grunts.

“hm, wonder if you’d still enjoy wearing the pants while you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” you shrug.

“what? no.” his whole demeanor softens as he turns to face you, his eyes are pleading for any sign of a joke in yours.

“ok fine, we share the pants. a pant leg each.” he sighs.

“better.” you reply with a smile and you stand up to leave.

you wave ‘bye’ to bakugo’s viewers, basking in the glory of them all knowing katsuki has an inescapable soft spot for you, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

[dontfeeltoohot]

for the streamer AU, i’d love something where eddie is having a bad allergy day—nothing crazy, just super itchy—and his fans jokingly count his sneezes because they know there’s gonna be a ton. maybe steve is yelling bless you every now and then from the next room, too

“Fuck, hh! hold o-on…” Eddie moves backwards from his mic that’s sitting in front of him on his desk, eyes fluttering shut.

“hihHKgTshh’ew! ihGIhShhEW!” The long haired man stays frozen. “Sorry, I c-cahhn feel ‘nother…iiHGkTschhh’EW!”

Yanking a tissue from the box to his right, he blows his nose quietly, wincing at the wet noise is produces. He grabs another one and uses it to rub at his nose one handed, using the other to go back to his game.

Bless you!

Thanks for not sneezing into the mic like Steve does 🙄

Bless u

Are you sick?

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, game starting back. He’s decided to try his hand at Kingdom Hearts 3, a series he used to love playing as a child. The tissue is still crumpled in his hands as he moves Sora around.

“Nope, not sick, that’s Steve’s job. My allergies are just bad in the fall,” he explains, sniffling quietly. As he moves Sora through the toy store, working on killing the heartless, his nostrils twitch and he rubs his face on his shoulder, not wanting to stop. As he defeats the last of the many black figures, it cuts to Rex and Sora.

The curly haired man takes the opportunity to rub at his nose for a moment, then grab a tissue, pressing it tight to his face.

“hhIGkTSch’ew! hihEhGKshEW! IhKSHhh! Fuck,” he blows his nose again, pinching his nostrils and jiggling his septum in hopes to make this ridiculously allergic tickle go away. It’s no use.

“ahHgkSHHEW! iiGKkshUHEW! ihNGkshh’ew!”

“Bless you!”

The voice comes from the hallway, where Eddie knows Steve is doing laundry two doors down. He sniffles and blows his nose.

“Tha’gks!”

Was that Steve? You guys are so cute!

You should play more horror.

Aww Steve is so sweet! Can I borrow him? I need a Steve. Bless you! You’re sneezes are so cute.

That’s 9 on the sneeze count so far

Eddie rolls his eyes at the comments, nose already twitching again. His eyes are getting itchy too, from all the shit in the air, even with their air purifier in the room. He rubs at his left eye, aiming his face down towards his lap.

“hihIGKshhEW!”

10!

Bless you!

Dude maybe u need allergy pills or something

“I take meds, just having a bad day,” he shrugs, nose running as he watches the scene end and he goes back to playing.

Halfway through running back towards the large tower that allows him to go up or down floors, his nose demands his attention again. An annoyed noise escapes Eddie’s throat, and he quickly rubs up against his nose with the palm of his hand, which helps for .002 seconds.

“Jesus Chrihhst- IHKSHEW! hh! Oh m-my gohhhd- snfSNF!”

Setting the controller down, he notices people are still counting his sneezes, which really he shouldn’t be surprised about, but it makes him feel vaguely self conscious all the same. Blowing his nose again, Eddie’s halfway to picking up his controller when-

“ihGIhkshew! hihKTshhh! igHHkshew! snfsnf! aikshhEW!”

15, a new record!

Lol he’s bad today

Guys follow me for great gameplays!

“You okay Eds?” Steve walks in, making Eddie look up.

Eyes watery and red rimmed, nose pink and runny, he shrugs and blows his nose. It almost makes the tickle worse, like it’s just irritating the walls of his already sensitive nostrils. His breath hitches yet again.

“ah’IKSHew! Oh my fucki’g god,” even the man himself can hear how congested he is, and both of them wince.

“I think it’s time for a break. You can stream later.”

Eddie scrubs at his nose, then rubs it in tiny, controlled circles, trying to get at the itch. The sound makes Steve wrinkle his own nose.

“Guess you guys heard Steve, I’ll uh…I’ll strea’b agai’d later,” the gamer gives a soupy sniffle and clicks off.

Byeee

Feel better!

Do a better game later!

16 sneezes. Poor guy. How does someone make their sneezes so hot???

[softsnzstuff]

The thought of a super congested streamer au Steve 👁️ he’s playing with Robin and/or Eddie and his friends and chat are just like “please go blow your nose or make yourself sneeze, we cannot understand you…”

“What’s up nerds? Today I’m joined by my dearest of friends,” Eddie joked into the microphone, “We’ve got Nancy, Chrissy, Robin and Steve. We’re going to be playing some JackBox Games.”

Oh my god the whole gang!!!

I love you Chrissy!

Jack in the Box games anyone? 😂😂

“I vote we start with Fibbage.” Robin suggested.

“Sou’ds like a pland to mbe.” The younger man turned to the side and coughed.

What did he say???

Oh no is Steve sick? Please tell me he’s not sick.

That explains the glasses….

“Sorry guys, Steve has a pretty bad cold right now.” Eddie typed away into his computer, pulling up the link for JackBox Games. He waited as his friends joined the party room before he started the game.

“By the way, Fibbage is a game where you have to find the correct answer to a trivia question while avoiding the fake answers that we all are going to submit. It’s mine and Robin’s favorite.” Nancy said as she joined the game.

The first question popped on the screen:

What does a funambulist walk on?

A) Hot Coals

B) Broken Glass

C) A Tight Rope

D) Water

E) Ambulances

F) Sand

There was a brief pause as everyone submitted their answers wielding their results that Chrissy managed to trick Steve and Nancy with “Water”, Robin tricked Eddie with “Hot Coals”, and Chrissy guessed correctly: Tight Rope.

“Who wrote ‘Ambulances’?” Eddie asked.

“Steve what the fuck?” Robin laughed as Steve slowly raised his hand.

That’s so off beat lmao

Ambulances???

Steve what?

“Fu’da’bulist… a’mbuladce…?? Sou’ded sibilar.”

“Ummm what?” Chrissy stifled a laugh as Nancy questioned the brunette.

“I said they sou’d sibilar!”

“Steve, sweetheart, we can’t understand a word you’re saying.” Chrissy cooed.

Poor Steve… just wants to be understood

Someone ask him to say ‘McMenamins’ LOL

Fudabulist XD

“I’m an excellent Steve translator guys - he said funambulist sounded like ambulance.”

“They really really don’t, but go off Stevie…” Robin chuckled.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Next questio’d Eddie?”

There was another brief pause filled only with inaudible murmurs as the group typed away at their keyboards for the second question:

Nephelococcygia is the practice of doing what?

A) Pounding a sixer of Red Bull

B) Overstaying your welcome

C) Flossing your teeth every third Wednesday

D) Diving for treasure

E) Finding shapes in clouds

F) Buying thrifted goods

The results revealed that Eddie thought it was diving for treasure, Robin and Nancy thought it was buying thrifted goods. Steve and Chrissy correctly guessed that it was finding shapes in clouds.

“Who the hell wrote flossi’g your teeth every third we’dsday?”

“You know what I appreciate Steve? Specificity. You got a problem with that?” The older man teased.

“N’dot at all. Just aski’g.”

Translator please😩

Steve…

Mans is so sick

“Steve… we can’t…” Robin started.

“Go blow your nose, it might help?” Nancy suggested.

“I tried. M’by n’dose is too stuffy. It is’t worki’g.” He whined.

Eddie sighed and stood up from his chair, leaving frame as he mumbled, “Always have to do things the hard way, don’t you Steve?”

A few seconds later, the group could see Eddie open the door behind steve and enter - they streamed in different rooms usually.

“Eddie what are you-?”

The long haired man held a glass bottle and sprayed two or three spritzes around Steve before exiting, singing “you’re welcooooome” over his shoulder.

Oh… OHHHHH NO

No no no headphone users watch out

That was brutal dude

Chrissy had clicked the chat, “Eddie what did you do?”

Eddie held the glass bottle up to the camera with his other hand behind it the way he’d seen Nancy do in some makeup tutorials, “I sprayed him with some of my cologne he’s allergic to.”

The group watched on in awe and horror as Steve’s nose twitched and nostrils flared.

“Eddie I ca’t believe you diiii did thahhh H’aeKT! Hehh… Heh’KTSCH!”

The first sneezes sounded congested and blocked off, but the cologne had done its job and the next set were relieving to say the least.

Steve pressed some tissues to his face, feeling the thick warmth fill them.

“AKT’ssiEW!! AESSSSH!! H’agtCHEW!”

“Ugh gross dude.” Robin mumbled. Nancy had taken off her headset completely while she waited.

“Bless you.” Chrissy offered gently while Eddie just smirked from his gaming chair, waiting out the fit.

Not worth it to bless him just yet Chrissy

^^He’s just getting started

Eddie that was so mean :’(

Steve coughed and then gurgled into the tissues, tossing them to the side and pulling some fresh ones.

“I snfSNFF hehhhate you- H’ISSSH! Tissssh! H’ikt’CHIEW!!”

“You love me.” Eddie made a puppy dog face at Steve through the screen.

Bless you Steve!

What was that? Like ten or something? Damn…

What happened to Fibbage????

“My head is killing me. Thanks a lot Eddie.” Steve pouted, the girls smiling sympathetically for their friend.

“I’ll take extra good care of you after the stream, promise.” Eddie winked at Steve.

“Not while we’re live guys, come on!” Chrissy joke screamed.

Robin took the opportunity to lighten the mood, “At least when can understand him now!”

[madmaryholiday]

reading the dr and nurse bios on the website is giving me metaphorical (for now) stress hives.

it's a bunch of aggressively cishet white women with a passion for women's health and helping women through their transitional stages and they all love hiking and oh gods.

trying to remind myself that when i first saw my now ex-provider, i didn't know shit about her and it worked out fine.

then again, i was still in denial about a lot of gender stuff when i first started seeing her, so that's a fun new thing i have to consider.

i just. goddamn i do not want to wind up with a provider who tries to coerce me into losing weight or who tries to convince me that i'll definitely want children down the line or....ugh.

so far, there are two doctors who look promising, but i'm having a harder time with the nurses. the one nurse specifically mentioned as an "LGBTQ+ ally" also says she went into OBGYN medicine because "i can relate to my patients as a female." which. uh. it might just be a case of poor wording, but it's also just not super awesome to see that.

my brain is begging me to stop looking for the day. and my parents will be home soon. so i probably will stop looking for today. for the weekend, too, since idk if they even have scheduling open tomorrow.

i'm disappointed in myself for not trying to schedule the appointment sooner, because then i could've maybe looked through the website with my psychologist during therapy to assuage my nerves a bit. but i didn't, and now i have to deal with this on my own.

i've also officially given up on scheduling the followup for the sleep study today, because lmao my brain is too rattled by this whole mess to even consider scheduling something else.

....

fuck.

i hate that my brain is like this, and i hate that i have to wonder whether i'll be mocked or belittled or dismissed during an appointment that is already extremely stressful for me.

i'm gonna go watch a twitch streamer play a cute farming sim now and try to chill the fuck out.

so i tried to schedule my pelvic exam and, uh.

the lady i usually see is leaving the clinic.

and today was her last day.

so, uh.

guess i have to look at the website to see if any of the other doctors look like they'd be halfway decent.

[quackisinnit]

Clingy

Quackity x Reader

Request: Can i get a clingy quackity bf while streaming and everyone is teasing him about it and he keeps blushing really hard?? Thank you😁 idk like kisses and stuff nothing too extreme ( also can u add the reader calling him nicknames in spanish which makes him blush a lot ) i use she/they pronouns btw!

Pronouns: She/They

Note: i used google to translate this stuff so sorry if some words arent right xkzhks. if there's anything that translated wrong or the meaning is different, please tell me. i need to think of better titles too lol

Warnings: mild swearig lol

Alex was streaming while you were sitting right next to him, out of frame. Now, your relationship was known to the public so if you were seen, they wouldn't mind.

These past few days Alex has been burned out. All the videos he had to edit, all the emails he had to answer, and so much more.

This lead to him being clingy and in need of touch from his partner. He gets a bit stressed? Cuddles. He's tired? Cuddles. If he felt any unpleasant feelings, he would immeadiatley go to you.

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Alex was streaming Jackbox with Karl, Sapnap, Dream, George, and Tommy. It was going pretty well.

All of a sudden Alex felt touch starved. He wanted to just get up and cuddle with you, or even just a simple kiss or hug would satisfy him.

As he was about to get up, he looked over to his other moniter and realized that he was still streaming. He couldn't tell his fans and friends that something came up and he'll be back in a few minutes. It seemed selfish of him to take a break for a few minutes just because he wanted some affection.

So he frowned a bit and slightly pouted realizing this.

But you knew him well. You knew that if he was felling down or in a bad mood, he'd be pouty and frowny.

Lightly tapping him on his knee, he looks at you direction. "Are you okay babe? You seem tense" you whisper so that they wouldn't notice your presence. He blushes slighty to the nickname. He mutes his mic and says, "I'm alright, just wanting some cuddles or hugs." he laughs at how absurd it sounded.

To him, he thought he was being annoying and clingy. But to you, he was just in need of affection.

"Oh" you blink for a few seconds and stare at him. "Well, can hug you baby? Right now?" you ask hesitantly, not wanting him to be uncomfortable. Alex was stunned and shy once more at the nickname you used. He thinks about for a few seconds before nodding and stretching his arms out for a hug.

You sit on his lap and wrap your hands around his neck. Alex brings you into a tight hug while burying his face in the crook of your neck. You feel him melt into your touch and relax.

You soon pull away and grab his face with both of your hands. Starting from his forehead, you sprinkle him with kisses all the way down to his mouth. During this, Alex rolled his chair out of the frame to avoid getting banned from twitch, fearing that he was breaking the terms of service. All the fans could see now were both of you legs.

You pull away from the kiss look into his eyes lovingly. He leaned in for another one, but before he could, he felt his ears ring with a familiar british boy, screaming and laughing into the mic. "Big Q! Are you alright? I pulled up the stream and all I see are legs! Sheild my poor innocent eyes." Everyone laughs and agrees with him, pulling up the stream as well.

Alex laughed along and looked at his chat, they were spamming '#Y/NHUGS' 'Y/NCUDDLES' and lots of 'simp'

"Guys I'm not a simp! I fucking a swear!" no one believed him. Sapnap speaks up, "It's trending on twitter."

Alex goes back into the frame, with you still sitting on his lap. He pulls up twitter while you look at the chat. You looks directly at the camera and start waving. You mouth the words, "Hello everyone!" you smile and see the chat fill up with 'HELLO' and 'POG'

You look back at the moniter and see the trending hastag,

#Y/ncuddles.

Variety streamer Quackity ,is attcked with cuddles by his partner, Y/n and fans are quick to notice.

2,007 Tweets

"I mean, no shit. I literally hugged you while you were streaming." you retaliated. Alex let out a laugh before kissing your forehead and going back to playing Jackbox again.

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