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tommy x n.reader (platonic)

tommy x gender neutral reader — platonic relationship

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"Welcome back to the stream boys!" Tommy yelled happily, bringing a coke towards the mic and cracking it open.

He takes a large sip and starts to read chat while waiting for everyone to join the stream.

You sat on his bed, trying to make no noise. You were Tommy's friend from school, and he invited you over to his house. He also had talked about you so much chat was begging to see you!

You had only known Tommy for a few months, and you had watched him grow his platforms and even celebrated 1 million with him. You were so proud of him.

"Alright chat, I have a special surprise for you." He wiggled his eyebrows weirdly at the camera, and you covered your laugh with your hand.

Tommy held a hand out to you, "Y/N, would you like to meet my chat? Chat meet Y/N." He put his arm around your shoulder and you waved nervously.

"Hello, uh- I'm Y/N!" You smiled softly at the camera, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

Tommy pulled a chair up for you to sit on, and you both sat down. You started to read chat in your head.

Chat started to speed up with messages like "hello!" or "they're attractive" but there were a few rude messages that made you uncomfortable. Especially when a handful of them spammed "ship".

Tommy noticed them too, apparently, because his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned the screen.

"Wh- chat, me and Y/N are just friends from school, and I don't think they are comfortable with shipping.." Tommy looked at you for approval, and you gratefully nodded.

You swallowed thickly, wanting to change the subject. '113,000 viewers.. jeez that's a lot.' Your palms sweat and you clenched and unclenched your hands.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." You stood up quickly, overwhelmed. You were careful not to open his door wide enough for chat to see and went to the bathroom.

You splashed cold water on your easily flushed face, 'They must think you're an idiot for storming out like that..'

Two knocks on the white door snapped you out of your thoughts, "Y/N? It's Tommy, are you alright?" He spoke quietly and carefully, before waiting a second.

"I'm going to come in, okay?" He waited for a response, but he was met with silence. He slowly turned the brass knob, and was met with you sitting on the floor.

He didn't say anything and just sat next to you on the floor.

"Don't you have a stream to be at?" You asked quietly, your voice cracking.

He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "I told them that I was going to make myself some food and I'd be back soon. George joined my call and is now entertaining them." He grinned at you, and you smirked slightly.

"Cmon, you don't have to sit in front of the camera but I want you there, as long as you feel comfortable." Tommy helped you up from the floor and embraced you in a hug.

"How do you do it," you turned to look at him, "So many eyes.. so many opinions watching you."

He shrugged and looked up in thought, "I dunno I suppose I just got used to it. Just that Tuber' life." He let out a small Tommy-style laugh.

"You're like a sibling to me, Y/N. I don't want to see you upset." He added quietly, before slinging an arm around your shoulder and calming your nerves as you headed back towards the hundreds of thousands of eyes.

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a/n; I wonder how streamers feel in front of a camera with people watching and judging them at all times. strange.