SuperAutoGaming x Reader: Neighbours with my sexy streamer crush???

Holy shit is that Super Auto Gaming from Twitch and Youtube

You know the drill:
Y/n = Your name
Y/e/c = Your eye colour
Y/h/c = Your hair colour
y/t/n = Your twitch name

fic under the cut

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From the very start of his career, you had been a fan of SuperAutoGaming.

You'd stuck with him since he only had around 500 subscribers, all the way until now, when his channel harboured almost 17 thousand loyal fans. You've watched every single video, from Super Auto Pets, to Marvel Snap, to Backpack Battles-- whatever his saggy little heart desired to post. No matter what he played, you'd happily watch it.

Maybe it was his personality. Maybe it was his voice. Either way, you'd always find yourself drawn to his videos like a siren's call ringing past the fog. His calm, baritone voice put butterflies in your chest, and no matter what you went through, his witty personality and cool demeanor would put all your worries to rest. Many nights you'd go to sleep to the sound of his videos playing in the background, and the gentle lull of his deep, luscious voice with the consistency of honey would lure you into a peaceful slumber.

You'd never forget the warm feeling you got the first time you gifted a sub during one of his streams. Hearing him say your name sent a rush of euphoria down your spine like a feverish chill, a soft, bloated feeling swelling in your chest that you couldn't quite identify. Perhaps it was love. If it was, you pushed it away. That would be weird... parasocial, right?

Today you were returning to your apartment after a long day of work, your feet dragging across the floor in exhaustion. Your gaze was fixed to the ground, and if you had the energy to lift it, you didn't give yourself the chance to find out. You continued to haul yourself through the hallways at a snail's pace, hardly aware of your surroundings until you were bumping into a taller man with a tired grunt.

"I'm so sorry," You said, pushing away lethargy in favour of general politeness. You looked up at the man. He wasn't anyone you'd ever seen before, and you knew almost everyone on your floor. He was, well, conventionally attractive, you'd say. He was tall, with long, black hair that hugged his shoulders, a light moustache resting atop his upper lip that just highlighted his handsome features. His jawline was strong and rugged, his chocolate eyes searing warmth into your soul. If you didn't know any better, you would've assumed Jesus had finally come to make you atone for your sins. You felt your heart flutter just looking at him, and you had to play with the position of your gaze so it didn't seem like you were staring (and you were.)

"Did you just move here?" You asked in an awkward attempt to make small talk. "I haven't seen you around. My name is y/n, I live right here in this apartment."

"Nice to meet you, y/n, I'm Caleb," The man said with a warm smile. His name didn't register. You were too busy reeling because holy shit, you recognized that deep, rich voice almost immediately. Hearing it made a familiar feeling fester at the bottom of your chest, an unmistakable feeling you could not ignore.

This was SuperAutoGaming.

You were neighbours with your sexy streamer crush, and by god he was smoking.

"N-Nice to meet you Sa-- uh, eh, Caleb!" You stuttered out, feeling your ears heat up with a lustful flush. Suddenly you've lost all game, and fluster is clouding your mind and jumbling all the words to the point you can barely form a coherent sentence. "I'll!! See you around!! Bye!"

You're hyperventilating as you slam your front door behind you.

What are you supposed to do in this situation? You're head over heels in love with your streamer neighbour you just met and there's no denying it anymore. You're at an absolute loss here. Do you just... ignore your feelings? Avoid your neighbour as much as possible? But it feels like you want to do the opposite... remembering that handsome face draws your heart toward him in passionate yearning...