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— PAIRING ... boyfriend! ryan nguyen x reader — WARNINGS ... mentions of anxiety — GENRE(S) ... fluff — NOTES ... i don't watch videos posted on twitch, nor do i have it, so my knowledge it very limited, i'm sorry if i get anything wrong. i also don't play valorant... — SUMMARY ... y/n falls asleep in ryan's lap, ryan holds y/n close and doesn't more from that position for hours. — WORD COUNT ... 1.2k
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ryan ever since the beginning of his fame had been recognized and quitely literally branded for his naturally cold demeanor. he portrayed himself as a person who hated any and all affection and one who craved to be left alone, and he was very successful.
he managed to fool everyone, including you at one stage. he was naturally quiet yes, but ryan absolutely adored affection and attention. if he didn't recieve it could quite possibly result in the word ended due to a nuclear explosion (ryan blew up).
like everyone ryan had his days where he craved attention less and wanted to be left alone more, but he also had his days where he was incredibly clingy, almost similar to a baby.
he wasn't the type to beg for your attention, at least not in public, but or more than one occasion had one of the boys witnessed him chase after kissed you'd given him, resulting in days and days of relentless teasing.
ryan loved the warmth you emitted, more than anything in the world. the soft, jelly-like feeling it gave him when you wrapped your arms around him, even if only for a second, gave him the biggest boost of happiness he never would've thought he needed 3 years back.
as he played a game of valorant, a twitch strram which had been going on for over three hours was still bustling and lively, which brought back a familiar feeling to rise inside your stomach, anxiety.
you peered inside the room as your hand clutched the bedroom door knob, debating whether or not you should enter. your hands began to sweat as your heartbeat fastened.
