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mcnasty >> that has never happened

overtime match point. your fingers felt slippery against your glowing keyboard and your eyes wagged back and forth across your high definition monitor. against your ears were your headphones, relaying back audio cues from the ticking timer to the shuffling of your character.

your digital ear was placed against a wooden wall, waiting for the patter of footsteps and the beeping of the defuser. you were the last of your team, the eyes of your fallen friends upon their own screens, hardly above a whisper to aid you in your investigation. the task was easy: prevent the defuse. three words and yet it seemed more of a challenge than free-climbing a vertical wall. your temple felt moist and your breathing became shaky, for your immersion convinced you into believing that your physical form would alert the virtual enemy.

you heard a shuffle. was it you, smoke? was it the twitching of his finger upon his shotgun, or perhaps a piece of debris that held onto the corner of a table that finally decided to give in and meet the floor? no... there it was again. whoever was on the other side of that wall aimed in.

fifteen seconds, you told yourself. fifteen seconds and this game could take a nasty turn. your ears perked up at the padding of feet across the hallway, no more than ten meters from your current location. your teammates made noises but did not speak, for no words were more clear than your own in your mind.

click clack...

the defuser!

you punched a hole into the soft wood, creating a near silent peephole for your advantage. sure enough, a gateway was opened before you, for there was the nomad typing away upon a mechanism unfamiliar to you but still as if you knew the inner workings.

ten seconds left.

you swapped to your pistol, taking your time to aim directly for the head. all you had to do was twitch your finger upon your left mouse button.

five seconds remaining in the match.

you got this.

"NYUHP—"

the noise startled you, yanking you back into reality and causing you to drag your mouse across your cushion. unfortunately, the sudden noises grabbed the attention of the nomad, who took it upon herself to whip towards you and fire, effectively eliminating you from the round and providing a win for her team.

"damnit, mcnasty!" one of your friends, thedooo, yelled. "she was about to win!"

"IT WAS FOR THE ACE!" you screamed, heat crawling up your face as you amplified the bass of your mic. "I'M GONNA FUCKING VORE YOU, MCNASTY!"

the culprit leaned into his microphone, his scruff audibly brushing against his pop filter.

"mmh~" he let out a long, drawling moan. it was breathy and over-exaggerated, the exact kind of sexual undertones you expected a box-headed dumbass to have. "please chew me up like wet spaghetti, babe."

"mcnasty," you huffed. "i love you like a step-brother but please, for the love of god, control your hormones." the call burst into laughter at your remark, equally as unsettled with his comment.

"mcnasty has less of a chance with his step-sister than soup with his real sister," dooo joked, cackling.

"KISS ME, GUITAR BOY," mcnasty spat back, his mic peaking and voice cracking. "PUT YOUR SOFT LIPS AGAINST ME."

you rolled your low-lidded eyes and turned to your second monitor, reading your chat.

omg just kiss already
shoutout?
been subbed for a year, keep it up <3
mcnasty x [channel name] 😳
MCNASTY CONFIRMED CRUSH ON [CHANNEL NAME] POG
the sexual tension is strong with these two...

"Y/N, have you been reading your chat?" dooo asked, a smile clear in his voice. "if i knew any better i'd say they're onto something."

"me and mcnasty?" you scoffed, leaning back in your chair. "not in a million years."

"that's not what you said while elbow deep in my asscrack," eric quipped in return.

another voice joined, audibly startled.

"i just undeafened, what the fuck did i just walk into?" the voice identified as grizzy let out a light wheeze.

"OKAY, REWIND," you shouted, on the verge of sweating. "THAT HAS NEVER HAPPENED."

"you heard it here folks!" dooo began cackling, exhaling with a great "haha," whilst listening to your panic. mcnasty joined in soon after, giving out a higher-pitched chuckle.

"have you guys been mentally torturing y/n since i left?" grizzy asked in bewilderment.

"oh relax, she seems into it," dooo teased. as you uncovered your face, you heard a small ping noise, looking to the corner of the screen to see a small discord message.

mcnasty
you're hot when you're flustered.

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hi! i'm sorry this was short, it's just a small introduction to my style of writing!