It was late at night, and you were huddling into bed, ready to watch your favorite streamer, Jerma985. You loved everything about him: his advanced diction, his beautiful mannerisms, his ginormous asscheeks. Whenever you watched him, everyone around you noticed you were beaming, glowing with love for him. When you slipped onto Twitch, he was in the middle of a stream, doing his signature "No chat, I won't- no chat- ok fine" charade. You loved it. Whenever he'd address chat, you imagined he was saying your name and had been caught drooling multiple times over it. Jerma had been talking about his new fundraiser, Date With Jerma, where one lucky viewer would get to go on a real-life date with him. All you had to do to enter the raffle was donate to the Date With Jerma Patreon. You clicked to it with breakneck speed, almost donating your entire life savings. Close call. You donated 3/4 of it. Remarkably, later in the stream, Jerma noticed one of your stream comments, saying your username in an incredulous voice, "JermasHugeAssCheeks????" You sighed lovingly. Jerma just said your username. MMMM... Later on in the week, you went to check the raffle results. You wanted so desperately to win, but you knew in your heart that the chances were slim to none. When you checked the winner, your eyes widened. Reflecting in your slimy watery orbs was your username, JermasHugeAssCheeks. You won. Squealing in excitement, you put on your most dashing Sunday clothes, posing in the mirror, kissing your slimy Jerma body pillow multiple times, praying to your Jerma985 shrine, and leaving a flesh offering. The only thing on your mind when you got to the Olive Garden was Jerma. Pure unbridled Jerma. He scratched his head and looked at his comically large wristwatch until he noticed you. He was hypnotized by your beauty.
"Are you.......... JermasHugeAssCheeks?" He stuttered, fixing his giant red bowtie and cat ears.
"Y-yes... You can just call me Cheeks though..." You fought through the embarrassment and gave him a confident stare, locking eyes for an uncomfortably long time.
"Well, we should go inside. Only the finest table for you my sweetness," he winked, sending shockwaves through your body.
The date went dashingly well, you both stared at each other, mesmerized, eating from the unlimited breadsticks and only taking 2 water breaks. In the end, you split the bill, as Jerma pleaded: "I'm just a poor little kitty." So cute. Jerma would've offered to ride you home, but his car license had been revoked since The Accident. Instead, you drove him home, and as you opened the door to his cardboard box under a bridge, he locked lips with you, called you his "little imposter," and told you that you'd see him again, and with that, you were off. Your dreams that night were only that of Jerma, and you woke up the next day, hungry for more.
the end
