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She/Her Pronouns
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"Helloing, Chat!" you announce, switching your full-screen camera on. Donations, Subscriptions, Bits; all crashing through onto your left monitor. Thanking each and every one of them, they come to a halt temporarily, allowing you the chance to catch up on all the messages. "'How are you?', I'm well, thank you! Just had dinner," you grin, continuing to read through your chat. You're lucky in a sense, compared to your roommates, as your chat is quite calm. It's easier to see messages, and interact with your fanbase.
Some of these people met you through your boyfriend. However, they don't actually know you're together. You played Mario Kart with him earlier on in the year, as a fellow streamer, but it's evolved into more than just acquaintances. More than just friends. Only those closest to the both of you know. They all tease you both about the relationship, but deep down you know they are more than happy for you and him.
You blink back into existence and grin once again. A voice note from a resubscribe plays, 'What's the plan for today, Y/N?' You wait for the message to finish, before responding. "We are playing some more Mario Kart with the lads," you chirp, in a random tune you created on the spot, "You know, the usual bunch of idiots I play with, who else?" you chuckle to yourself, before beginning to set your Switch up. You grab the wired controller, and plug it into the stand which carries the small screen. You delicately place the controller down, and turn your attention back onto your chat.
A knock echoes on your door, and you quickly look around, "Hold on!" you shout. You switch your camera and microphone off, your viewers start questioning who's at the door. Standing up, you the lunge towards the door. It creaks open, and your lover appears. He's only slightly taller than you, with light brown hair covering the top of his head. A pure white t-shirt, dark grey hoodie unzipped covering his arms, a pair of light blue jeans, white socks - his attire for the day. "What are you doing?" you question, hastling, "I told you I'm streaming, and they'll go crazy if they find out we're living together," "No need to worry, I ain't staying long, just wanted to bring you something." Reaching out, he passes you a medium-sized plastic bottle, a strawberry milkshake inside. He smiles when you collect it, and you return the smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you, Pez Dispenser, see you in Discord!" you chuckle, and his face lights up red. You slowly shut the door, returning your attention back to the stream.
Switching the camera back on, you casually smile to the chat, "Sorry 'bout that, my friend had an issue with something." You begin to scroll through Twitter, waiting for somebody to mention the beginning of the session. You give off a slight sigh, thinking about your boyfriend's loving gesture. "Chat, I'm thinking they have forgotten the time." you comment, almost jinxing yourself as you receive a notification. "Spoke too soon," you giggle, joining the invite to the voice chat. It was just you and Puffer. "Yoooo Puffer, how you doing man?" "Alright. I'm ready to beat everyone at Mario Kart, like always," he snarkily responds, causing you to erupt with laughter. "Good luck with that."
The rest of the group joins. Pezzy, Puffer, Grizzy, Soup, Smitty and Blarg all in the call, loud voices echoing through your headset. You giggle to yourself, the chaos filled with humour. Loading the application up, Puffer grows quiet as he begins to create a room. As your stream was still on full camera mode, you checked the private chat for a room code. Muting your microphone in Discord, you return your attention to the chat, "What's the problem, chat?" you question. Messages were flying in, and managing to catch one, you sigh lightly, "It's just a friend, people, it is not one of these guys! Y'all always dig super deep," you smile, switching the show to the game, the camera in the top left corner. Unmuting yourself, they were waiting for you patiently to return.
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"What the fuck, Pezzy!" you holler at the top of your voice. Pushing yourself off the chair, hands pushed against your head. Standing away from the screen, you're extremely frustrated. You slide your headset off, dropping it onto the desk, before taking a big sigh. The race had finished, so you didn't care about dropping the controller. You took a breather, hearing all sorts of voices booming out of your headset. You refused to face your monitor.
The door creeps open, allowing a figure to enter. He steps towards you, before wrapping his arms around your body. Your corpse relaxes in his embrace, exerting all rage that controlled your actions. He held you up, rubbing your back slowly, before turning to the monitor. This was all being live streamed, and he completely forgot. He brushed it off, turning his attention back to reassuring you. You sighed once again, but with relief. You desperately wanted him to stay in your life, and you worried that your short temper would push him away.
Pulling apart, you glance at your monitor, then back at Pez. You smiled at him, gesturing towards it, "Guess we should tell 'em," you stumble out. He nods in response, assisting you to your seat. He lowers himself down next to you, his face in shot, "So I might have lieeedd," you dragged, smiling, "It was Pezzy at the door earlier, we live together." The chat began blowing up, theorising the relationship between you two. Rolling your eyes, you grin once again, "and since you reaalllyyyyy want to know, we are together."
You hadn't noticed, but your face was painted red, and you only discovered when looking at your OBS. Leaning back, you attempted to cover it up, it failed. Glanced at Pez, he just had a full smile on his face. You smirk, finishing your last comment off.
