Love or Host | Fundy x Reader

Shot or Shaw

It was Saturday. You woke up in Fundy's bed, with no warmth beside you. He must've gotten up a while ago. You smelled coffee, so you slowly slid out of bed. No need to move fast this morning. You unplugged your phone from the nightstand. 10:54AM. 

You walked out of the bedroom to see Fundy sitting on the couch, his phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. He turned his head, hearing movement from his room. "Good morning, Y/N! Coffee's in the pot."

"Good morning, Floris. And thanks," you said, heading straight for the kitchen. You checked one of the cabinets and only saw plates. The second one you opened had mugs, so you grabbed a random one and poured yourself a cup of coffee. 

Holding the mug with both hands, you walked back over to where Fundy resumed scrolling and looked over his arm to see what he saw. His subreddit was filled with fox fanart and a few random Minecraft builds. Among the fanart you saw an image of Fundy carrying some logs, while your character balances on a dirt pillar, building the roof of a cottage. 

"Oh look, your fans drew me!" you said, pointing to the image. 

"Yeah! I've seen fanart of us together ever since we did that stream together," Fundy said. 

"Wow, these are some really talented artists," you commented, looking at the image more closely. Fundy tapped on the image, scrolling through the comments. 

Your eyes caught one in particular:

>this is my new fav ship

You blushed a bit, thinking about the fact that Fundy's fans imagined you and him together. Some comments were actually yelling at them for 'shipping' two characters that might not have wanted to be shipped together. You were grateful that they cared about your boundaries, but you didn't want anyone to be attacked over it. 

Fundy scrolled back up and went back to the normal feed. "We should do another stream soon," he commented. 

"Yeah! It'll be fun. But this time, you have to play my game!" you said. 

"Ugh, you'll just make fun of be for being so bad," Fundy complained. 

"No, I won't. I promise. All you need is a decent controller, and I'll help you through the rest," you reassured him. 

Fundy thought for a minute, "Why don't we make it even more interesting?"

"What do you suggest?"

"Drunk stream?"

"Ooh, that sounds like fun. Maybe we can play a drinking game!" you said. 

"Drinking game? Like what?"

"I dunno. If you die, you take a shot. If you beat a boss, I take a shot."

"Okay, deal."

"When should we do the stream?"

"I'm free tonight," Fundy offered. 

"Sure, why not."

You were, indeed, 21, meaning drunk streams were on the table for you (no underage drinking here no sir). You'd never gone live while drunk, but you had been to a few small parties with alcohol involved. Usually you just got louder, clumsier and lost your filter. And sometimes forgot the whole night. Perfect for Twitch. 

Now you just had to mentally prepare yourself. 

9 hours later...

The stream was set for 8PM. Beforehand, you and Fundy had gone out and purchased your preferred alcoholic beverages. Fundy had gotten some (i'm too lazy to look up his favorite drink) and you had chosen (idk just pick your favorite fruit juice combos and there's maybe a fancy name for it). You had made sure you chose drinks with around the same amount of alcohol in them, so it would be 'fair.'