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bluenerdtastemaker · 6 months ago

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Hidden Hearts in Milan.

Streamer!Yuki Tsunoda x Pierre Gasly | 1.1K

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Since there are some people asking for the streamer yukierre fic, I do as you all command. 😎

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From 2024, Yuki Tsunoda was no longer just a streamer—he is a phenomenon. From Apex Legends to Minecraft Bedwars, Yuki’s fiery cursing and boyish charm had built a global fanbase that tuned in religiously to his streams. Known for his competitive gameplay and sharp tongue, his audience adored how quickly his anger melted into infectious laughter.

His rise to fame began in 2020 with a chaotic, meme-worthy stream where he tried, and hilariously failed, to bake a birthday cake for his roommate, Liam Lawson. Yuki’s complete lack of culinary skill and Liam’s sarcastic commentary made for an iconic duo. Though sadly since Yuki moved to Milan, they both haven't stream together much since their schedules never collide.

But Yuki had a secret, a secret he kept carefully hidden from his viewers.

Away from the neon glow of his gaming setup, Yuki was in a relationship with Pierre Gasly, an Alpine F1 driver. The two had met years ago through a mutual friend (ehem Liam Lawson ehem), and their connection had blossomed into something neither had expected. Pierre adored Yuki’s playful spirit, and Yuki loved Pierre’s quiet devotion. Still, they agreed to keep their love private, not wanting Yuki’s streaming career to be overshadowed by public speculation—though if the reveal time comes, they make it their way.

The first crack in their carefully constructed secrecy happened during one of Yuki’s nightly streams.

"Okay, chat, we're grinding today," Yuki said, adjusting his headset. The soft hum of Apex Legends’ lobby music played in the background as he squinted at his monitor. "No distractions, no rage—" He paused, already losing his composure as an enemy team ambushed him within the first five minutes. "What the f—! No way! This guy is hacking!"

user1: yuki rage arc already 💀

user2: stream just started and he’s LOSING IT 😭

user3: this is why we’re here

In the middle of his tirade, the screen behind him flickered as a shadow passed. Yuki didn’t notice, but the chat did.

user4: uh, who’s in his apartment?

user5: wait is someone there??

user6: YUKI EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW

Yuki glanced over his shoulder, catching the faintest glimpse of Pierre’s wrist—his signature watch glinting under the light. Without missing a beat, Yuki turned back to the camera. "Oh, just the delivery guy," he said with an awkward laugh, his voice a pitch higher than usual. "Forgot I ordered food."

user7: DELIVERY GUY???

user8: bro has the SAME WATCH AS A CELEBRITY 💀

user9: Yuki caught in 4k

The speculation only grew when paparazzi snapped a blurry photo of Pierre walking in Milan with a shorter figure by his side. Both wore masks and hats, but fans immediately dissected the image, pointing out the unmistakable height difference and Pierre’s distinct posture.

Things escalated further when Yuki streamed himself attempting to cook pasta for Pierre’s birthday. He burned the sauce, spilling half of it on the counter while cursing up a storm.

"Guys, this is fine. Totally fine. I meant to do that," he said, laughing nervously. But every few minutes, he glanced off-camera, giggling at something—or someone.

user1: WHY IS HE GIGGLING STOP

user2: he’s so bad at this but so cute 😭

user3: is someone there?? prince charming cameo incoming??

The final nail in the coffin came during a late-night Apex Legends stream. Yuki was mid-match, aggressively clicking his mouse when Pierre’s voice, smooth and unmistakably French, drifted into the mic.

"Mon cœur, viens dormir."

Yuki froze. The chat exploded.

user1: WAS THAT FRENCH????

user2: "MY HEART COME SLEEP"??? WHO IS THIS MAN

user3: YUKI EXPLAIN YOURSELF

Eyes wide, Yuki scrambled to end the stream. "Uh—my neighbors! Loud again. Bye!" He shut off his camera and immediately tweeted: "Uh, I forgot my neighbors are loud lol."

Nobody bought it.

The big reveal, however, came unexpectedly during Monza week.

The warm glow of the Milanese sunset filtered through Yuki Tsunoda’s apartment window, spilling golden hues over the neatly organized chaos of his streaming setup. His trademark pink gaming chair contrasted sharply with the sleek black-and-neon aesthetics of his desk. The chat was already buzzing as his stream countdown ticked down to zero.

user1: LET’S GO YUKI STREAM!!

user2: yuki rage timeee

Yuki’s face appeared on screen, cheeks flushed from the summer heat. "Hi, guys! We're playing Apex tonight, but first…" He spun in his chair, dramatically pointing his video cam at Liam Lawson, who was seated on the couch behind him, slurping a bowl of noodles. "Look who finally decided to show up!"

The chat erupted.

user1: LIAMMMM!!!

user2: omg OG ROOMMATES ARE BACK

user3: it’s chaotic time 😭

Liam waved with a noodle dangling from his chopsticks. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just here for free food.”

Yuki rolled his eyes. "Rude! Anyway, let’s get into the game."

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Two hours later, after a string of chaotic gaming wins, heartbreaking losses, and several Yuki outbursts that could wake the neighbors, he leaned back in his chair with a groan. “Alright, one more game, and I’m logging off for real. Liam, stop looking at me like you’re my babysitter.”

“I’m not,” Liam said, raising his hands defensively. Then, mid-protest, he froze. His eyes widened slightly, his expression morphing from mild annoyance to sheer exasperation as he stared at something just behind Yuki.

The chat noticed immediately, because of course they did.

user4: WHY DOES LIAM LOOK LIKE HE SAW A GHOST

user5: WHAT’S BEHIND YUKI?!

user6: I SWEAR IF THIS TURNS INTO A HORROR STREAM…

But Yuki? Completely clueless, as always. The boy had the observational skills of a brick wall. And this, dear viewers, was why his friends never left him unsupervised. He dove straight into a story like nothing was wrong. “So, anyway, last week, I went home to Japan, and my mom made this incredible sushi platter—like, you have no idea. It was so good—Liam, are you even listening?”

“Uh, sure,” Liam muttered, subtly sliding his chair back like he was preparing for impact. His eyes darted to the camera, his face clearly saying: This. This is why I don’t show up on these streams. I can’t deal with this.

The chat lost their collective minds.

user7: LIAM. BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP.

user8: IT’S BEHIND YOU. I’M NOT JOKING.

user9: I CAN’T TELL IF THIS IS FUNNY OR TERRIFYING.

Still blissfully unaware, Yuki rambled on about his mom’s sushi skills, throwing in a dramatic description of the perfectly cut sashimi. Meanwhile, a familiar figure in a black T-shirt and sweatpants had appeared in the doorway behind him. Pierre Gasly, smirking like a mischievous kid with a secret, began tiptoeing into the room with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball.

The chat exploded.

user10: NO WAY IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS

user11: PIERRE GASLY ENTERS THE CHAT

user12: SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING UP.

Liam, now fully resigned to his fate, glanced heavenward with an expression that screamed: Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this? He scooted his chair even further away, shooting the camera a look that practically said, And this is why I avoid this house.

Pierre crept closer, moving with exaggerated stealth that was so over-the-top it belonged in a cartoon. Liam, clearly fed up, sighed dramatically. “Oh, Yuki…” he said, stepping aside as if to wash his hands of the situation.

“Huh?” Yuki blinked and finally turned his head, mid-sentence. “What’s going—AHHHH!” His words turned into a shriek as Pierre swooped in and planted a quick, smug kiss on his cheek before bolting from the room like a man who had just robbed a bank.

The world stopped. Yuki sat frozen, his brain clearly blue-screening. His face turned bright red—no, scratch that, cherry red. He looked like someone had dunked him in a vat of tomato juice. It wasn’t just his cheeks, either. His entire face, the tips of his ears, even his neck—all red.

Meanwhile, Liam dissolved into laughter so loud it probably woke the neighbors. “Oh my god,” he wheezed, doubling over as he slapped the desk. “I told you, Yuki. I told you this would happen one day.”

“PIERRE GASLY!” Yuki finally screamed, throwing his hands in the air as if that would summon his chaos-goblin boyfriend back into the room. “Why are you like this?!”

The chat erupted into pure chaos.

user4: I’M DYING. I CAN’T.

user5: CHERRY YUKI IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

user6: SOMEONE MAKE THIS A GIF IMMEDIATELY.

Pierre’s mischievous laughter echoed faintly in the background as he made his escape. Yuki, still malfunctioning, buried his face in his hands. “Liam, why didn’t you say anything?!”

Liam, now leaning back in his chair like he’d just witnessed history, snorted. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Yuki, your boyfriend’s sneaking up on you mid-stream’? Like you’d notice.”

The chat had no mercy.

user7: LIAM IS THE REAL MVP.

user8: CHERRY YUKI VS. CHAOS PIERRE, WHO WINS?

user9: ANSWER: ALL OF US.

Yuki groaned, mumbling something about banning Pierre from his gaming room forever. Liam, still cackling, shot the camera one last exasperated look as if to say, And this is why I’m always the responsible one.

Somewhere off-camera, Pierre was definitely grinning, probably already planning his next ambush. Yuki sighed dramatically. “I hate you all,” he muttered, face still burning.

The chat didn’t believe him for a second.

Yuki, now in his defend-less glory, stared at the camera, wide-eyed and speechless, as Liam, laughing hysterically, grabbed his bowl of noodles and made a hasty retreat. “Welp, I think that’s my cue to leave,” Liam said, smirking.

Yuki buried his face in his hands, muttering, "I’m gonna kill him. I’m actually gonna kill him." Without another word, he ended the stream, leaving the internet in hysterics.

#pierre x yuki #pierre gasly #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #yukierre #yuki tsunoda #yuki tsunoda fic #yukierre fic #f1 au #f1 rpf fic

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someslothcheese · 8 months ago

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Alright, bored now 😭 Might do some more PR1 streamers in the future

"Important" explanations beneath cut

Squeex - "Pookie Bear", Super Mario 64, I would have him on my island idk

Yarders - Gave the yard boys matching blue shirts, again. All species were just vibes-based.

Qt - "Teapot elephant", Mickey Mouse headband and shirt

Jerma - Jerma you're a rat. You'd be a rat. I think you'd be a rat. I think I'd be a wolf. I think so too.

Pointcrow - Gave him the Mogul Moves shirt because I'm biased

"Hide and Seeker's" - Cj and Fir as their icons, Failboat as a penguin :]

Stanz - Unpaid intern outfit, tried darker hair shades, did not work

Atrioc - originally had him with more bloon's monkey patterns, looked weird, and not like him without the "beard". Made him the goat, didn't want to be too much bloon monkey.

Doug - Just gives me horse vibes idk - Typical "Scientist Doug" outfit.

Ze & Chilled - Made Ze smoulder, idk if I like it though LOL, and short hampter Chilled is odd, but I like the "design".

#squeex #ludwig ahgren #slime machine #aiden calvin #qt cinderella #Nick Falco #jerma985 #Pointcrow #smallant #failboat #Cjya #Fir_#Stanz #Atrioc #Parkzer #DougDoug #zeroyalviking #chilledchaos

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acotarmemes · 11 months ago

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For the charity streamer! Azris au: here’s 50 tier 3 gifted subs: drop the wedding Pinterest board pookie

THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT!! Okay, okay, I did make a meme, but I was also super inspired so I also wrote a one shot type thing for this scene???? idk idk i hope you like it because this is how much I enjoyed your suggestion!!!

icon @copypastus

an azriel x eris Twitter AU oneshot

Read below the cut!

That's a… lot.

Azriel stares at the screen to his right, calculating the amount. Fifty tier three subs gifted is over a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars gifted to him in one shot. It's not the amount that surprises him, having spent his life on the peripherals of bottomless wealth, but rather the request.

'Drop the wedding pinterest board, pookie.'

It could be a prank. It's not above Rhysand or Feyre to tease him gently like this, but they wouldn't do it this way. Money comes with obligation and Azriel must rise to the occasion. Somehow.

He worries at his lower lip as his gaze flickers to the 'five minutes break' screen up on his stream. The timing happened to be perfect—he's not slick enough to use a break to escape his streaming duties.

Azriel pulls out his phone and makes several pleas for help, only one of which sees the light of day: Back soon?

The question is gentle, innocuous and it leaves room to… not being replied. He would like an answer now, but he doesn't like to rush. He doesn't like to push. While he's at it, he doesn't like to be percieved… at all.

Panic gets the best of him and he adds a single '!'.

That earns him an immediate phone call.

"What's wrong?"

The effect is immediate. A sweeping calm washes over him as Eris' cool tone comes through over the familiar background sounds of the local market—Azriel loves the food stalls there. Eris never makes him ask for help; he just knows. He is the one who observes the shadows, and hears the wordless secrets buried within them.

"Um," he says softly, finding the words to be succinct in his request for help. "Someone gifted over a thousand dollars."

"And?"

Anyone else would accuse Eris of disinterest, but he uses that one word to cut straight to the point. Their entire stream was to raise money for Azriel's hometown. What's wrong with measly thousand dollars?

"Is that not enough? I told you I'd match everything you earned today and double it if it's not to your liking."

"No, it's not that. It's…" Azriel holds his breath, as if he can bottle up how silly he feels about being worried. "The donor wants me to 'drop the wedding pinterest board, pookie'."

"That's it?"

"Yeah…"

"I'll text you the link."

Azriel stops. It takes his brain several moments to process the solution offered. "What link?"

"To the pinterest board."

"What pinterest board?"

"Our wedding pinterest board."

"Our… what?"

Eris' laugh is palpable down the line, low and smooth like velvet. It had taken Azriel a while to get used to it, how he always sounds like he's teasing him, but that's just how he is—warmth bottled up in a single sound. He could wrap himself up in the soothing tones of his voice, but that's neither here nor there.

"Our. Wedding. Pinterest."

"I don't—what?"

This time, Eris opts to give Azriel a moment to work it out on his own. He pays for the food and starts walking back towards Azriel's. The sound of him eating can be faintly heard down the line.

"Why do we have a wedding pinterest?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

"Are we… Are you? I don't understand."

"You don't understand or you don't want to understand, love?"

"But we're—I'm—"

"We're what, dear?"

They've had this conversation before, a long time ago. Eris is the firstborn son of a High Lord and Azriel was… a mistake. His words, not Eris'. Azriel has lived under the kindness of others, yearning to repay debts that are priceless. He will never forget the generosity of Rhysand's mother for taking him in, and the brilliance of Rhysand's mind to find use for him in his Court. Cassian has a gift for befriending others, and yet he continues to include him. The list is endless. So, the idea of marriage to someone so far beyond his station is—

It's—

"I'm not proposing to you, Az. But I will, one day. You have time to think about how you'll say yes. I expect you to get it right the first time. I won't ask until you're ready, so relax." The smile comes through in Eris' voice. "Drop the pinterest link and let the peasants fawn over the dreams we'll make come true. No need to thank me, I'll be back in ten. You can even wait until I'm back. I'll answer all the questions. Love you."

Eris hangs up, but not without giving him a big 'mwah' through the phone. Azriel sits there, stunned with a deep flush upon his ochre skin.

He wants to marry me?

Azriel most definitely goes over the five minutes.

#surprise a mini-fic scene thing!#asks #pls keep sending asks I always enjoy everyone's contributions!!#azris #eris vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #a court of thorns and roses #acotar memes #acotar tweets #acotar

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mystic-writings · 1 year ago

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tangled up (in strings of emotion) | wilbur soot

PAIRING – wilbur soot x fem!streamer!reader, implied wilbur x shubble

REQUEST – anon - Hi! ok so, i had a very angsty idea. basically, we all know how wilbur had a crush on shubble? basically, my idea is that wilbur and streamer!reader have been dating for a while and the internet loves them (as they should) and reader and shubble are good friends like reader, shubble and niki are all like an iconic trio, but then wilbur starts to distance from reader and spend more time with shubble and you know who catches on first? james. and then jack figures it out, and tommy and niki and the band all have it figured out and niki (i love niki more than life itself) tells reader and the readers like “fuck you, it’s me or her william.” with prompt 9 from “angst prompt 2”?? i feel like that would be really really cool and your angst is absolutely *chefs kiss* :) if you don’t wanna do it that’s fine! just a thought, have a lovely day!!

PROMPT – 9. “don’t make me choose.”

SUMMARY – you finally find out why your relationship with wilbur is falling apart, even if you didn’t see the signs.

WARNINGS – angst, hurt/no comfort, tw cheating mentions

WORD COUNT – 2,720

NOTES – i listened to haunted by tswift the entire time i wrote this bc it matches so well tbh | first fic of 2024 & no surprise, it’s ANGST !!

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How have you been so blissfully ignorant all this time?

These past few years of your life, the ones you once looked back upon as the best of your life thus far, were tainted with a dark stain.

You don’t know how you missed it. All the signs were there, but maybe you were just too happy to believe that something could’ve been wrong in the first place.

Being a streamer, and a successful one at that, was a blessing you never thought you’d have. It led you to all of your best friends, and to your boyfriend of nearly three years. Wilbur Soot, more commonly known now as Will Gold, who you met through your friends Niki and Shelby. It felt like it was fate, meeting him. You were at a point in life where things just felt sour all the time, and you barely had the energy to create content at the time. Then, around the beginning of January 2020, Niki asked if you wanted to make a video with her, Philza, and Wilbur, and from there things were history.

After starting dating over the internet for a while, and with the lockdowns coming and going frequently, you and Wilbur met for the first time in his tiny flat in London. It was amazing, spending that time together, just the two of you. Deciding to make things public and when was a tough decision, but you thought it would be safer to do so after you took the jump and moved to England. You’d never forget that conversation, sitting on your kitchen counter at 4am.

“And you’re sure you want to do that?” Wilbur asked. “I mean, moving here, moving across the country just so we can be together it’s- it’s-”

“A big step, Will. I know. But it’s been almost a year, you know. Restrictions are lifting soon. And I want to be with you. I want to be able to see Tommy and Phil and Niki and Jack easier. I want to be happy.” You told him. “I know I have Shelby here, and I love her with everything I have, but she’s the only thing here and it’s just not enough anymore. I need you.”

After a long, anxiety-inducing silence, Wilbur sighed. “I know. I need you too. I just want to make sure you’re making the right decision here, you know? I don’t want you to have gone through all that trouble just to get here and find you don’t like it, or something happens and you have to go back, anyway.”

You shook your head, even though your boyfriend couldn’t see you. “Nothing’s going to go wrong, Wilbur. I know what I want. And besides, there’s no place on Earth I wouldn’t live if it meant I could live with you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“You should go to sleep. It’s almost 5 in the morning. You need rest.” Wilbur told you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I know, I know. I’ll talk to you later, though. I promise.”

“Alright, darling. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Will.”

And it was after a long, unnecessarily stressful process with customs and gathering the right papers, that you finally moved in with Wilbur, who began renting an apartment in Brighton not long after the process began.

Over a several-week-long process, you met all of your best friends in person for the first time, and it was the best few weeks of your life. Niki especially was excited to meet you, and she was one of the first to do so.

Life for the next year or so was amazing to say the least. Yours and Wilbur’s respective careers were taking off, his in music and yours in streaming and on YouTube. Everything was coming out on top for the both of you, and for all of your friends.

Until now, you were the happiest you’ve felt in a very long time.

You and Wilbur had been travelling for his tour for a while now, both of you putting off streaming to travel with the rest of Lovejoy for their very first American tour. Christmas was closing in, and you were in California, visiting Shelby, Quackity, and a ton of other friends that you hadn’t seen in a long time.

Wilbur’s show was amazing, as per usual, and you and Shelby spent the whole night glued to one another. Will, like he normally did during the performances when you were in the crowd, kept tossing loving glances your way for most of the set. He even dragged Quackity on stage to cover a song with him. It was truly amazing.

The trip to see your friends, and the rest of the tour overall, was amazing. After it ended and you all went back to England, you noticed a shift in Wilbur’s behaviour. At first you assumed it was just work stress and post-tour burnout of sorts, but soon it became very apparent that it wasn’t directed at anyone but you.

You spent a lot of time around Wilbur and your friends, as group hangouts became very common since you were both gone for so long. They were normally hosted at Tommy’s flat or James’, sometimes Jack’s house or round yours. It was always fun, though, and that’s what mattered.

Streams became frequent again, both solo and with whoever was available at the time, planned or not. You even did a subathon for your birthday that lasted a week and a half. You invited everyone in the area to come over for cake, called those who were too far away and everything; it truly was a wonderful birthday.

Content creation was always unpredictable, and everyone’s lives were hectic, so you weren’t too surprised when Shelby stopped communicating with you as frequently over the next few months. The summer of 2023 seemed to be busy for everyone, including yourself.

You were helping Tommy with his tours and upcoming plans, and your own plans for the future had you being pulled every which way. Wilbur even bought a house for the two of you, despite the rift that was still forming between the two of you. He spent most nights in his office, playing video games or working on music.

Still, even with the distance between you, you never would’ve guessed that the others could see it, too.

It started with James giving you odd looks whenever you’d excuse Wilbur’s lack of presence at hangouts, even when they were at your house. Then Niki, who asked if you were okay on more than one occasion. Then Jack, who came to you about an editing problem and brought up how you hadn’t mentioned Wilbur in a little while, and whose mood seemed to sully when you shrugged and told him it was because he was very busy right now. Then one by one, it seemed everyone was catching onto it, and you nearly shouted at them to leave you alone, because it was your relationship and you didn’t see any problems.

Even if Wilbur barely slept in the same bed as you anymore. Even if he rarely ever touched or kissed you anymore.

Niki. Poor, unfortunate Niki, was the first to find out why. She never told you how, or who told her, but she was the only one who knew. She came to you with it on a beautiful Friday afternoon, a day where you both decided to not stream in favour of a nice, relaxing afternoon in your backyard, drinking coffee at a little table in your garden, full of flowers and flourishing at your hand and hard work.

She’d seemed off to you the entire time she was there, quietly sipping on her second cup of coffee and admiring the flowers.

“Are you okay, Niki?” You’d asked, eyeing her with concern.

Her eyes snapped to yours from the peonies beside her. “What? I’m fine, Y/n, don’t worry.”

“You sure?” You asked. “You seem… off. Like something’s bothering you. If you want to talk, we can, I mean, we’ve been friends for long enough that you can tell me anything you want. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I’m not an idiot.” She stated, fiddling with her fingers. Her stature was small, eyes attempting to steer clear of your gaze and finding solace in her mug. “I just- I don’t know if you’ll like what I have to say, and I don’t want to hurt you. You’re my best friend.”

You smiled gently at the girl. “Don’t worry, Niki. If there’s something you need to tell me, I’m sure I can handle it. You can’t hurt me that badly.”

Your smile faltered when Niki’s weary eyes met yours. “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I only found out last night, and I hate to be the one to tell you, especially because it’s not any of my business, I just felt that you needed to know, I-”

“Niki, calm down,” you reached out to place your hand atop hers, and she turned it over to grip it in return. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Wilbur.” She sighed, and your heart rate skyrocketed. “I know why he’s not acting himself around you.”

“Is he okay? I mean, he’s healthy right?” You asked. “Why wouldn’t he tell me this himself?”

“Because he didn’t want you to know.” She said, tears forming in her eyes. “He’s not sick or anything, Y/n. He’s… he’s in love with someone else.”

The world around you could’ve set fire and you wouldn’t have known. Niki’s words rang in your ears, and your heart plummeted from the place in your chest, as if Wilbur himself had dropped it from the safe place you put it; right into his hands.

“With who? Do I know her?”

Niki only nodded, sniffling and blinking away her tears while yours threatened to fall. After a long silence and a heavy sigh, she squeezed your hand again and opened her mouth, her next words coming out shakily. “It’s… Y/n, it’s Shelby.”

You pulled your hand from hers. “What?”

“They’ve been talking for months now. She told me last night and I haven’t spoken to her since then,” Niki swore. “She said she feels bad for doing this to you, especially because she rejected Wilbur for a long time and you’re best friends. I guess she couldn’t stop herself after a while. I don’t know. All she said was that Wilbur initiated it.”

“She still participated.” You said, words lined with tears. “Do you know how long he’s been… been pursuing her?” You nearly gagged on the words.

Niki nodded. “Since the LA performance in December.”

Somehow, your heart fell further than it did before.

Finding out was a blessing and a curse, really. Everything started to make sense once you truly thought it over. All those nights holed up in his office lately, the distance that formed after the tour ended. Those loving glances during the LA show. Somehow, you could tell now that they weren’t for you.

After you talked and cried more about it with Niki, she left to go tend to her cats in her apartment, and offered a place to stay if you needed it.

You spent hours on the couch, anxiously awaiting Wilbur’s return from the studio. Your stomach turned with the thought that he could be on the phone with Shelby right now, chatting and making her laugh and telling her how much he felt for her. You almost broke when you wondered if he’d ever told her he loved her.

Finally, well after sundown, the door creaked open and shut. In walked Wilbur, guitar case gripped in one hand, shoulders sagging from the weight of the day.

“Hello, love.” You said, barely looking at him, words cold as ice.

He tossed a quick glance at you. “Hi, darling. How was your day?”

“Good.” You said, watching him lean the guitar against the arm of the couch, lazily kissing your head as he did.

Somehow, after all these months of being emotionally distant, Wilbur could tell something was wrong. “You okay?” He asked as he headed to the kitchen on the opposite side of the house.

With a sigh, you stood up and clenched your fists. Might as well get it over with. “What’s going on with you lately, Will?”

His brows furrowed as he stopped in the doorway, turning to face you. “What d’you mean? I’m fine, darling.”

“No you’re not.” You said. “You’ve been distant, and for a while now. You’ve been borderline avoiding me. It’s like you’re not even in a relationship with me! Like you don’t want to be in a relationship with me anymore! Did you know our friends have noticed? Every time I show up to a gathering without you they ask what’s wrong. Where you are. And I have nothing to say because I didn’t think anything was wrong.”

Wilbur sighed, face scrunched with indignation. “That’s because nothing’s wrong. I’m just busy.”

“Really? What, busy talking to Shelby?”

Wilbur’s face fell, the colour going with it.

“Yeah, don’t act surprised, Will. I know.” You said, the emotion finally flowing back to you. “I know you’ve been seeing my best friend behind my back. I know you’ve been pursuing her for a year. Niki told me. She said you’ve been after Shelby, wearing her down, trying to get her to go behind everyone’s back. After all this time, after everything we’ve been through, and you cheat on me with her of all people? My best friend. The woman who helped introduce us and you didn’t think I’d find out at some point?”

“Look, it’s not what you think, I just-”

“Just what, Wilbur?” You asked, biting back a sob. “Just wanted to use me to get to her? I don’t even know why you asked me out in the first place. I knew you had a crush on her before we started dating.” You breathed a shaky sigh, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I guess I was just naive enough to think you’d gotten over it. Maybe you did, for a little while.”

“I swear, it’s nothing like that, Y/n. I love you, I do.” He pleaded. “Just let me explain everything, please.”

“I don’t want to hear it. I can’t believe you, Wilbur. You bought a house for us! I moved here for you! We were building a life together! And you tore it all down for her!” You screamed. The neighbours could probably hear you by now, but you didn’t care. You needed to let everything out. “I left my family behind, my life behind for you. That’s how much I love you. I guess you just don’t love me enough to do the same.”

“Y/n, don’t- I love you, too. We can fix this, I swear. I promise.”

“Fuck you.” You spat, catching Wilbur off guard. “You don’t love me. Not enough to cheat on me with one of my best friends. So fuck you, William. It’s me or her. You don’t get to have us both. I won’t put myself through that.”

Wilbur’s eyes filled with emotion, with indecision. “Don’t. Please, Y/n, don’t make me choose.”

You stepped closer to him, fury burning through you. “Fine, then I will. I don’t know what the hell you thought you could do when you got yourself into this, but you’re sure as hell not gonna keep dating me.”

Before Wilbur could speak, you were marching upstairs to your bedroom – the room you spent more time in than Wilbur did – texting Niki on your way to pack a bag. Your heart was crumbling to dust in your chest, and the emotion was finally replacing whatever temporary anger you felt, crashing through you like waves, putting out the fire within you.

Wilbur begged and pleaded as you packed your bag, but you didn’t listen. You just packed whatever was necessary, whatever you could think to bring for the night. You’d come back for the rest later.

15 minutes later, after a quiet Uber ride, you were sitting in Niki’s living room, crying and wondering what you were going to do next. Because you changed your life for Wilbur, and it was his reckless betrayal that tore it all down around you.

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lieslaid · 2 years ago

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theharmonious13 · 5 months ago

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Tetro Six the Musical AU ✨

Yes sir, we're going back to the early 2020s musical era hehe

For the Queens I get fixated on them not being characters portrayed in a musical, instead that they actually live out the harsh reality of experiencing King Henry the III's torment

But for the band I imagine it being just characters everyone plays on stage, so I hope the use of tense doesn't get too confusing as I ramble lol

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The ladies as the Six Queens:

Catherine of Aragon - Mai

Mai has been tolerant of so much bs between her personal life and the killing game, persevering without much complaint despite knowing other characters have done wrong/to others and to herself

It feels like a perfect parallel that Tamba 'the younger and fitter' character via the song lyrics hehe would be the one to steal the man off of Mai, especially because of the princess scenes in chapter 2

Anne Boleyn - Tamba

She's not the brightest of the bunch, outspoken and full of energy/spunk, as close to a perfect match out of the Tetro girlies cast imo

Jane Seymour - Tsuno

I can imagine Tsuno bringing the most heart wrenching song you've ever heard in your life (between the killing game and this AU I do be crying at how sweet of a character she is)

Anna of Cleves - Watari

Watari being left to riches with no man in her way is iconic as hell, and amuses me alot. This role to me was a no brainer because of how empowered Watari is in her own right inside and outside the killing game, plus she already has the right colour palette for Anna of Cleves haha

Katherine Howard - Isono

With her standard outfit and general toxic streamer culture... I thought Isono was the most fitting for this role. She's an extremely feminine and iconic girlboss though so it's fine

Catherine Parr - Sasaki

I know it's ironic that she's the survivor of the group lmao

We're going into fanon Sasaki here where for the most part outside of the killing game she is a pretty normal person who does get stereotypical girly crushes

I thought out of the candidates she would be the one (other than Tsuno) to want to send an impactful message out into the universe rather than fight about who had to deal with the most shit with... I just realised I should fill in this role, OH NO-

King Henry III - Yanagi

He's not old or frumpy or whatever like actual history but even if it's a screwed up misinterpretation of his backstory he was a player so having six wives just makes sense to me lol

Especially the chemistry/platonic interactions between Yanagi and everyone (except Isono but close enough lol)

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Bonus Round Band Members:

Guitar "Maggie" - Nakamigawa

Bass "Bessie" - Hama

Keyboard "Joan" - Hasegawa

Drumkit "Maria" - Okazaki

I feel like the instruments fit the vibe of each character assigned, like Hasegawa being a sweet little band nerd who takes up one of the most universal and music theory based instruments. Hiroaki is just too iconic not to play guitar, an

d Hama is a badass, so obviously the lower pitched instrument of the two.

Guys I imagine Okazaki would KILL at drum solos and I can't unsee it now (in an AU where she's not a crime overlord 😭)

I can imagine Ojima, Chiba and Kamimura coming to majority of the shows to support Hiroaki/Hama/Hasegawa

Bonus points for Kamimura because you KNOW he would roll his eyes at every musical, especially this one haha, he just loves Hasegawa that much :>

#tetro danganronpa #tetro danganronpa pink #tetro pink #dr tetro #danganronpa tetro

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flooofity · 6 months ago

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hello overwatch community id like to share someone i wrote instead of working on my english essay🫶

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this is a kraandop fanfic……. (if you don’t know who that is he is a streamer!)

use of y/n (cringe warning ik‼️⚠️)

word count: 6317 words

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The Overwatch menu music hummed in the background as you adjusted your camera and double-checked your stream setup. You had just gone live. Your chat buzzed with anticipation, the messages flying faster than you could read.

[User123]: You gonna confess today, Y/N? 👀

[BigFan44]: Bet $5 Kraan knows already.

[PocketMain69]: DUO WHEN??

You rolled your eyes, cheeks already warming.

"Guys, relax," you said, voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. "It’s not like Kraan even knows who I am."

It wasn’t entirely true. You were a streamer too, and while you weren’t pulling Kraandop level numbers, you’d crossed paths before. A few friendly interactions in each other’s chats, a couple of Overwatch Twitter memes liked back and forth—it wasn’t much, but it was enough to fuel your harmless (and totally not obvious) crush on the Overwatch tank main.

The guy was a legend. Whether it was diving as Winston or holding the line as Reinhardt, Kraandop had a knack for commanding the battlefield with a mix of raw skill and infectious energy. Not to mention, he was ridiculously charming, and his deep laugh had a way of making your heart race.

You were about to queue up for your own game when a notification popped up.

Kraandop has gone live.

Your chat erupted.

[TankLover]: KRAAN’S SPINNING THE WHEEL!!

[DuoDreamer]: IT’S GONNA LAND ON YOU, I SWEAR.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked over to his stream. Kraandop’s face filled the screen, his mischievous grin lighting up the chat. “Alright, chat,” he announced, rubbing his hands together dramatically. “Time to spin the challenge wheel. What’s it gonna be today?”

The colorful wheel on his screen spun, the options blurring together. Your heart thumped as it began to slow.

DUO WITH Y/N.

The chat erupted into chaos.

[KraanFanboy]: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

[PocketGang]: BEST DAY EVER.

[Y/NIsInShambles]: SHE’S SCREAMING RN, I KNOW IT.

Kraandop leaned back, laughing. “No way. Y/N, are you watching? Guess we’re finally gonna duo. Someone ping her.”

Your own chat wasted no time.

[FantaHanzo]: KRAAN WANTS YOU IN VC RIGHT NOW.

[User876]: Y/NNNN KRAAN WANTS TO DUO WITH YOUUUU

You froze, heat rushing to your cheeks. Then, as calmly as you could manage, you pulled up Discord. A message from him sat at the top of your inbox.

Kraan: Yo, you down to duo? I spun a wheel and it landed on duoing with you. Chat’s already losing their minds.

Swallowing your nerves, you nonchalantly replied:

Y/N: Let’s do it.

The queue popped, and you selected Mercy. Kraan locked in Reinhardt,

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, his voice playful over comms. “You pocketing me while I charge straight into the enemy team, or are you gonna yell at me to peel for you?”

“Obviously the first one,” you shot back. “What kind of Mercy main doesn’t die for their tank?”

“Oh, I like this energy already.”

The synergy was instant. Kraan led the charge into battle with his iconic mix of aggression and calculated risk-taking, his shield raised as you hovered behind him, staff in hand.

“Damage boost me, Y/N!” he shouted, diving into a brawl on King’s Row.

“Already on it!” you replied, watching as his hammer swung through the enemy backline. A well-timed shatter wiped three opponents, and the kill feed lit up with his name.

“Let’s go!” he roared.

Behind him, you darted around, dodging enemy fire while keeping him alive. “Don’t get cocky,” you teased. “You’d be nothing without me.”

“Oh, 100%,” he said, laughing. “Chat, can we get some hearts for the best Mercy pocket in the game?”

The win streak was unreal. Match after match, you and Kraan dominated. Whether he was diving in as Winston, pinning squishies as Reinhardt, or even pulling off a sneaky play as Sigma, you were always right there, keeping him alive with clutch rezes and well timed damage boosts.

“Another dub,” Kraan said, leaning back in his chair as the victory screen flashed for the fifth time in a row. “Y/N, you’re cracked. Have you been hiding this from me?”

“I think you’re just realizing I’m the best support in the game,” you replied smugly.

“Oh, no doubt. Chat, this is the duo we didn’t know we needed.”

Between matches, the banter only grew.

“So, Y/N,” Kraan said during a downtime. “Chat’s been spamming something interesting.”

Your heart sank. “Oh no. What now?”

“They’re saying you’ve got a little crush on me,” he said, his tone light but teasing.

You nearly spit your water.

“WHAT?!”

“Don’t play coy. Your chat’s been saying the same thing.” His laugh filled your headphones. “So, what’s the truth, Y/N? Are you my biggest fan or what?”

Your silence spoke volumes, and his laugh softened into something gentler.

“For what it’s worth,” he said after a moment, “I think you’re pretty cool too.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks as both your chats exploded.

[KraanSimp]: DID HE JUST CONFESS TOO?!

[PocketFan69]: NEW SHIP JUST DROPPED.

Before you could respond, the next game loaded, and Kraan’s voice came through again. “C’mon, pocket. We’ve got a streak to keep.”

Smiling, you picked Mercy again. “Just don’t let me down, big guy.”

By the end of the stream, #KraanYN was trending on Twitter. Fans clipped every win, every flirty exchange, and the moment you both “accidentally” confirmed everyone’s suspicions.

As you ended your stream, a message popped up.

Kraan: GGs today. Let’s duo again soon?

You grinned, typing back quickly.

Y/N: Anytime. Just say the word, and I’ll be there.

Kraan: Careful, I might get used to having you by my side.

You bit your lip, your heart racing.

Y/N: Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

The morning after the infamous Kraan-Y/N duo stream, you woke up to utter chaos.

Your phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications: Twitter mentions, Discord DMs, and even a few emails. You groggily scrolled through the flood of messages, catching snippets like “Legendary duo stream,” “Y/N is the best Mercy I’ve ever seen,” and “When’s the next pocket session?”

Your heart fluttered as you saw a familiar name pop up in your Twitter DMs.

Kraan: Yo, we running it back today? Chat won’t shut up about it.

You grinned.

Y/N: Only if you promise not to feed this time.

Kraan: I don’t feed. I create space.

By the time you went live, your chat was already hyped.

[PocketMain]: LET’S SEE THOSE RES CLUTCHES, Y/N!

[BigFan44]: CAN WE GET ANOTHER WIN STREAK?

[KraanFanboy]: IS HE IN VC YET?!

The answer came moments later as Kraandop’s voice filled your headphones.

“You ready to carry me again?” he teased.

“I’m always ready,” you shot back. “The real question is, are you ready to be carried?”

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” he laughed. “Alright, chat, you heard her. Let’s see if Y/N can back up that big talk.”

The first game of the day was on Blizzard World, and Kraan locked in Reinhardt. You hovered over Mercy, your hand resting confidently on your mouse.

As the game started, Kraan wasted no time charging straight into the fray.

“Damage boost, Y/N! Let’s go!” he called out, his hammer already swinging.

You boosted him, watching as he shattered the enemy tank with a perfectly timed charge. But just as you started to push forward, the enemy Widowmaker sniped him from across the map.

“Uh, pocket?” he said sheepishly.

“On it,” you replied, your pulse quickening.

The enemy team swarmed the payload, but you darted through the chaos, zipping between your teammates with Guardian Angel. Your chat went wild as you managed to sneak behind cover, avoiding enemy fire.

Then, with a flick of your mouse, you soared toward Kraan’s body and pulled off a clutch resurrection just as the enemy Pharah launched her ult.

“Heroes never die,” your voice rang out, perfectly timed with the game’s iconic line.

Kraan was back on his feet, his shield raised just in time to block the barrage. “Let’s go!” he shouted. “Y/N, you’re insane!”

The next few matches were filled with moments that had both of your chats screaming.

On Eichenwalde, you pulled off a resurrection mid air by launching yourself off a ledge and using Guardian Angel to catapult back to safety.

“Did you just res while flying?” Kraan asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Yeah, what about it?” you replied nonchalantly, though your heart was pounding.

“Chat, someone clip that,” Kraan said, laughing. “Y/N’s officially showing off.”

On King’s Row, you brought him back twice in a single fight, each time dodging fire by ducking behind walls and timing your cooldowns perfectly.

“You’ve got some kind of Mercy sixth sense,” Kraan said as the victory screen flashed. “It’s like you know when I’m about to do something dumb.”

“Please, you do dumb things every fight,” you teased.

The highlight of the stream came during a nail biter on Dorado. Kraan was down, your team was scattered, and the game was inches away from overtime.

“Y/N, don’t even think about it,” Kraan said as he watched you dive into enemy territory.

But you were already moving, weaving through the enemy team with precision. A perfectly timed Valkyrie sent you soaring into the air, and you dropped down just in time to resurrect Kraan.

“Wake up Kraannn, you have some killing to do!” You say as you finish rezing and guardian angel back to another teammate

Kraan immediately charged into the enemy Reinhardt, pinning him into a wall as your team rallied behind you. The fight turned in your favor, and the payload rolled to victory.

“Y/N!” Kraan’s laugh echoed in your headphones. “That was insane! What are you, a Mercy god?”

Your chat exploded.

[ClutchQueen]: BEST. RES. EVER.

[TankFan69]: KRAAN AND Y/N CARRYING MY RANKED DREAMS.

[Y/NsBiggestFan]: NEW OTP UNLOCKED AGAIN.

As the stream wound down, Kraan leaned back in his chair, his voice warm and teasing.

“Y/N, I’m starting to think I can’t play without you,” he said.

“Is that your way of asking me to pocket you forever?” you replied, unable to keep the grin out of your voice.

“Maybe it is,” he said, his tone softer now. “You up for it?”

Your chat flooded with messages.

[PocketMain]: SAY YES OMG.

[BigFan44]: CONFESS ALREADY!!

You hesitated for only a second before answering.

“Only if you promise not to charge into 1v5 fights without me,” you said, your voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity.

“Deal,” Kraan said, laughing. “But only if you keep pulling off those fancy res tricks.”

Your chat exploded, but all you could focus on was the smile in Kraan’s voice and the growing warmth in your chest.

This might just be the start of something even better than a win streak.

The next day, you found yourself pacing your room as your chat counted down the minutes to your stream. Word had spread about the insane plays you and Kraan pulled off, and everyone was buzzing with excitement.

You booted up Overwatch and clicked the “Go Live” button, immediately greeted by your ever enthusiastic chat.

[BigFan44]: WE’RE BACK, BABY!

[PocketGang]: DUO TIME AGAIN??

[GenjiSimp]: DID HE DM YOU TODAY? 👀

Before you could answer, a Discord notification popped up on stream, one from none other than Kraandop himself.

Kraan: Ready for round 3? Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.

Your chat erupted.

[User123]: LET’S GOOOO!

[FanWithPopcorn]: YOU’RE BLUSHING, Y/N. WE SEE IT.

Trying to play it cool, you clicked into the VC. “Hey, ready to run it back again?”

Kraan laughed, his deep voice sending a familiar warmth through your chest. “Ready to carry? Chat says you’re the real MVP here.”

This time, the stakes were even higher. Kraan announced he’d hit Masters with one more win, and the pressure was on.

The map? Hollywood. Kraan locked in Winston, and you, of course, went with Mercy.

“We need this dub, Y/N,” Kraan said, his voice playful but focused. “No pressure, though.”

“Oh, none at all,” you deadpanned. “Just your rank on the line.”

The game started, and Kraan dove straight into the enemy backline. You soared after him, damage boosting as he picked off the enemy Ana with ease.

But then, disaster struck. The enemy Cassidy landed a perfect Deadeye, taking out your DPS and leaving Kraan surrounded.

“Y/N, I’m dead. Bail out!” he shouted.

But you had other plans.

Activating Valkyrie, you swooped in with pinpoint precision, dodging the Cassidy’s shots as you weaved through the air. Your chat went wild as you maneuvered through the enemy trying to shoot you down and then immediately pulled off a resurrection on Kraan.

“Heroes never die!” You exclaim with laughter as you get pulled by your Lifeweaver back into safety and charge back into the fight, now with your whole team alive again.

Kraan roared with laughter as he jumped back into the fight, clearing the point with his Tesla Cannon. “Y/N, you’re actually cracked! What even was that res?”

“Just keeping you alive so you can do your job,” you teased, your voice steady despite your racing heart.

The next match was even more intense. On Junkertown, Kraan swapped to Reinhardt, and the enemy team was relentless. You found yourself pulling off increasingly risky plays like flying through enemy fire to res your DPS, darting in and out of cover to keep Kraan alive, and even baiting out the enemy Pharah’s ult by hovering just out of her reach.

“Y/N, you’re insane,” Kraan said as you pulled off yet another clutch res mid-air. “Chat, can we get some love for the greatest Mercy of all time?”

Your chat obliged.

[ClutchQueen]: SHE’S LITERALLY CARRYING.

[PocketGang]: #MERCYGOAT

[FanWithPopcorn]: RES KINGDOM STAND UP.

The highlight of the stream came on Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Kraan’s Winston dives were more aggressive than ever, and you found yourself pulling off the riskiest plays of your Mercy career just to keep him alive.

At one point, the enemy Zenyatta landed a perfectly timed Transcendence just as Kraan dropped a Primal Rage.

“Y/N, I need heals!” Kraan shouted, his voice laced with urgency.

“On it!” you replied, zipping across the map to meet him.

Your chat held its collective breath as you narrowly avoided an enemy Widowmaker shot, darting behind a payload to keep Kraan alive. Then, just as the fight seemed lost, you activated Valkyrie and dove in to resurrect your Ana

“Come on! We can do this!!”

With the Anan revived, she nanos Kraan and he lands a massive Primal Rage play, knocking three enemies off the map and securing the win.

“Y/N,” he said as the victory screen flashed. “You’re actually carrying me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to play without you anymore.”

“Don’t worry,” you teased, “I’m not going anywhere.”

After the stream, Kraan stayed on VC as you both wrapped up.

“You know,” he said casually, “chat’s been saying something interesting.”

“Let me guess,” you said, already anticipating the teasing. “They’re shipping us again?”

“Not just that,” Kraan said, his voice softening. “They’re saying we might actually be a good match.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone light but genuine. “And… I think they might be onto something.”

Silence filled the VC, but it wasn’t awkward. It was charged, like the calm before a storm.

“Well,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper, “if you keep feeding, I guess I’ll have to keep pocketing you.”

Kraan laughed, his voice warm and full of something you couldn’t quite place. “Deal. But only if you promise to keep showing off those fancy res tricks.”

“Done,” you said, smiling.

As you ended the call, your chat exploded once more, but for once, you didn’t care. All you could think about was Kraan’s laugh, his voice, and the promise of more games and maybe something more in the future.

After your now-iconic streams with Kraan, your duo was the talk of the Overwatch community. Twitter was abuzz with clips of your insane resurrections and Kraan’s tank dominance. Fans dubbed your duo "PocketKing and MercyQueen," and the ship name "Kra-YN" trended for hours after your last stream.

You were a little nervous to go live again, but as soon as your stream started, your chat exploded.

[BigFan44]: KRAYN FOREVER.

[PocketGang]: THE BEST DUO IS BACK??

[KraanLover69]: SO WHEN’S THE WEDDING??

But just as you were about to greet your chat, another Discord ping popped up on stream.

Kraan: I hope your res skills are warmed up because I’m feeling very, very reckless today.

You rolled your eyes and clicked into VC.

“Reckless? Oh great,” you said, feigning exasperation. “Let me guess, you’re locking Winston and diving into four enemies?”

“five, actually,” Kraan replied, his laugh already making your chest tighten. “You ready to save me?”

“You better hope I am,” you teased.

The first match of the day was on Rialto, and Kraan locked in Reinhardt, as expected.

As the game loaded, Kraan’s voice cut through the prematch chatter. “Alright, chat, here’s the plan. I’m gonna charge straight into the enemy spawn, and Y/N is going to res me when it inevitably goes wrong.”

“Don’t test me,” you shot back, grinning.

“Oh, I would never,” Kraan said, his voice dripping with fake innocence. “But seriously, Y/N, don’t let me die.”

The game started, and as promised, Kraan wasted no time charging the enemy Orisa. You could barely keep up, spamming healing as he swung his hammer.

The fight turned chaotic, with enemies collapsing onto the point and your team barely holding their ground. Just as Kraan went down to a Bastion ult, your heart leapt into action.

“On my way!” you called, soaring over rooftops to dodge fire.

With a flick of your mouse, you dodged an enemy Junkrat trap and slid behind cover to pull off the res.

“Heroes never die!” You scream as you activate your ult to secure the fight.

Kraan was back on his feet, immediately shattering three enemies with his Earthshatter.

“Y/N, you’re actually a miracle worker,” he said, laughing.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you quipped.

The highlight of the stream came during a nailbiter on Route 66. Kraan decided to go full chaos mode, locking in Wrecking Ball.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said, spinning around the payload at lightning speed. “Try keeping up with this.”

Your chat was already losing it.

[SpinningFan]: BALL KRAAN IS CHAOS INCARNATE.

[MercySaver]: Y/N ABOUT TO LOSE THEIR MIND.

[KraanMain]: THE DREAM DUO DOES IT AGAIN!

But you were determined not to let Kraan outpace you. With quick reactions and well timed Guardian Angel boosts, you managed to stay right behind him as he wreaked havoc on the enemy team.

Midway through the match, Kraan overextended (as usual) and ended up downed near the enemy spawn.

“Y/N, don’t even think about it,” he warned.

“Oh, I’m thinking about it,” you replied, already plotting your route.

Activating Valkyrie, you flew high into the air, weaving between Widowmaker shots and Junkrat spam. Your chat went wild as you dipped under a bridge and zipped back up to Kraan’s body for a clutch res.

“You are still in the game! Now get back in there!”

“Y/N!” Kraan yelled, laughing so hard he could barely speak. “You’re insane! I think I’m in love with you or something.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you covered it up with a playful jab. “Yeah, yeah. Save the sweet talk for after we win.”

The stream ended with a victory streak that had both your chats buzzing. As Kraan said his goodbyes, his tone turned softer.

“Hey, Y/N?” he said.

“Yeah?” you replied, suddenly aware of how quiet it was.

“Thanks for today. And, uh, for carrying me. Again.”

You laughed, trying to keep it light. “No problem. Someone’s gotta keep you alive.”

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder if you’d said something wrong.

“Let’s do this again soon,” Kraan said finally, his voice warm.

“Anytime,” you replied.

After you ended the stream, you noticed a flood of Twitter notifications. Someone had clipped Kraan’s “I think I’m in love with you” comment, and the caption read:

“Kraan CONFESSES to Y/N on stream?!? #KraYNCanon”

Your face burned as you scrolled through the comments, most of them filled with memes and speculation.

Just as you were about to close Twitter, another DM from Kraan popped up.

Kraan: Hey, ignore the chaos, but… I meant what I said. You’re pretty amazing, Y/N.

Your hands hovered over the keyboard, your heart pounding. Finally, you typed out a reply.

Y/N: You’re not so bad yourself. Maybe we should… talk about this sometime?

The response came almost immediately.

Kraan: How about over another win streak tomorrow?

Smiling, you typed back one word.

Y/N: Deal.

Your chat wasn’t ready for what was coming next.

The next stream felt different. It wasn’t just the excitement of playing with Kraan again, your dynamic had shifted completely after his comment during the last match. The “I think I’m in love with you” moment had gone viral, and everyone wanted to know what would happen next.

Your chat was already spamming the moment you hit “Go Live.”

[PocketGang]: HERE WE GO AGAIN, BEST DUO IN OW2!

[KraynConfirmed]: WILL HE SAY IT AGAIN?? 👀

[BigFan44]: DON’T CHOKE THIS, Y/N.

You barely had time to greet them before Kraan joined the VC.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his tone casual but with a warmth that made your stomach flip.

“Hey, big guy. Ready for another hard carry?” you teased, trying to sound normal.

“I don’t know, chat’s saying you’re the one who’s gonna choke today,” Kraan fired back with a laugh.

“Keep talking and I’ll let you die,” you shot back, though your smile betrayed you.

The first game of the day was on New Queen Street, and Kraan locked in his tank pick, Reinhardt.

“This is gonna be a good one,” he said confidently. “I can feel it.”

You hovered over Mercy and locked her in, as always.

“Alright, chat,” you said, glancing at your second monitor. “Let’s see how long it takes for Kraan to do something reckless. I’m thinking… less than 5 seconds.”

The game started, and Kraan immediately charged into the enemy Sojourn.

“There it is,” you muttered, already pre-damage boosting him.

“Reckless? That was calculated thank you very much,” he replied, landing a perfect Fire Strike on the Sojourn and taking her out.

But as the teamfight dragged on, the enemy Orisa began to push Kraan back. You darted around him, trying to keep him alive while avoiding the enemy Ana’s Sleep Dart.

“Y/N, I’m low!” Kraan called out.

“Hold still!” you shouted, diving behind his shield to heal him.

But just as you stabilized him, the enemy Junker Queen threw a Jagged Blade, pulling you out of position.

“Y/N, no!” Kraan yelled as you fell, taken out by the Queen’s shotgun.

“Guess you’ll have to survive without me,” you teased, watching the chaos unfold.

Kraan roared with laughter. “Impossible. You’re my lifeline!”

The turning point came in the second match, set on Shambali Monastery. The enemy team was playing hyper aggressively, and it felt like you were barely keeping your team afloat.

Halfway through the match, Kraan pushed into a tight corner with his shield raised.

“Y/N, stick with me!” he said, but his tone had a hint of urgency.

You darted after him, weaving between enemy fire as you kept him healed. Just as he swung his hammer to finish off the enemy Kiriko, a D.Va Bomb landed right behind you both.

“Oh no, oh no!” you gasped, frantically trying to find cover.

But before you could escape, Kraan turned, body-blocking the explosion with his shield.

The kill feed confirmed it: Kraandop eliminated himself to save Y/N.

Your chat exploded.

[HeroKraan]: HE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR YOU.

[PocketMain]: TRUE LOVE RIGHT THERE.

[BigFan44]: CHIVALRY IS ALIVE!!

“Kraan, what the heck?!” you exclaimed, laughing in disbelief.

“You’re the carry! I can’t let you die!” he shot back, his voice filled with humor.

“You’re such a dork,” you said, your voice softer now.

“And you love it,” Kraan replied, the teasing in his tone making you smile and your heart race.

The most clutch moment of the night came during a final push on Circuit Royal. Kraan had switched to Winston for the high ground control, and you were struggling to keep up with his chaotic dives.

“Y/N, I need heals!” Kraan called, leaping into the middle of the enemy team to contest the payload.

You soared after him, narrowly avoiding a Widowmaker headshot. But just as you started healing him, the enemy Sojourn popped Overclock, taking out your DPS and leaving you and Kraan alone.

“Stay with me, Y/N!” Kraan said, his voice urgent.

You activated Valkyrie, your movements faster and more fluid as you zipped between Kraan and your remaining teammates. But with Sojourn charging another railgun shot, you knew you had to make a choice.

Kraan was low, dangerously close to death, but your team’s Ana had just gone down nearby.

“Y/N, don’t!” Kraan shouted, realizing what you were about to do.

Ignoring him, you darted out of safety and pulled off a risky resurrection on Ana, dodging Sojourn’s shot by ducking behind Kraan’s shield just in time.

“We are still in this! Let’s go!”

With Ana back in the fight, Kraan went wild, diving onto the enemy backline and taking out Sojourn and Widowmaker in quick succession.

The payload inched forward, and with one final Primal Rage, Kraan cleared the remaining enemies off the point.

“Victory!”

Your chat erupted.

[ClutchQueen]: THAT WAS THE MOST INSANE VALK EVER.

[PocketGang]: Y/N IS A GODDESS.

[KraanFanboy]: BEST DUO IN OW CONFIRMED.

Kraan let out a triumphant laugh. “Y/N, I don’t even know what to say. You’re incredible.”

“Just doing my job,” you replied, though your voice was a little shaky from adrenaline.

“Yeah, well, you’re making me look bad,” he teased.

As the stream ended, Kraan’s voice softened.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, hesitating slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for today. And, uh… thanks for always having my back. Not just in game, but, y’know… in general.”

You felt your face heat up. “Of course. That's what duos are for!”

He laughed, but there was something tender in it. “Right. Duos. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said, your heart full as you ended the stream.

As you shut down your PC, you couldn’t help but wonder: Was this just a game duo, or was something more starting to take shape? Either way, you couldn’t wait to find out.

A few months has passed after the initial interaction with you and Kraan closer than ever. The idea came to you after one of Kraan’s fans posted a clip of his reaction to your resurrection clutch from the last stream.

Kraan on stream: "I swear, Y/N’s the best Mercy I’ve ever played with. If they ever showed up IRL, I’d probably lose it."

It wasn’t a confession, but it was close enough. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. What if you actually surprised him?

You both had mentioned living in the same region on stream before, and after a little digging through your old DMs, you realized you still had his P.O. box address from when you’d sent him a birthday gift months ago. With a bit of Google Maps magic, you figured out that Kraan wasn’t as far away as you’d initially thought.

Now, here you were, standing outside his house with a box of his favorite snacks, a Mercy Funko Pop, and your nerves buzzing like a Symmetra turret.

You could hear his voice before you even knocked.

"Okay, chat, I’m locking in Reinhardt. Y/N’s not here to pocket me today, but I think I can manage. Maybe…. hopefully."

Your lips quirked into a grin as you set the snacks down, adjusting your grip on the Mercy Funko.

The door wasn’t locked.

Kraan was mid game, his focus entirely on the screen as his team pushed the payload.

“Alright, Ana, keep me up, wait, why are you Nanoing the Bastion?” he groaned, running straight into the enemy Orisa as his chat spammed chaos.

You tiptoed into his streaming room, clutching the Mercy Funko behind your back. The sight was almost surreal; Kraan, sitting in his gaming chair, headphones slightly askew as he furiously mashed his keyboard.

Chat had noticed you first.

[BigFan44]: UHHH IS THAT Y/N BEHIND HIM?!

[PocketGang]: TURN AROUND, KRAAN.

[KraanLover69]: KRAYN IS HAPPENING LIVE????

You suppressed a laugh as you reached his chair, leaning over his shoulder to whisper, “Need a pocket?”

Kraan froze. His Reinhardt stood idle on-screen as he yanked his headphones off and whipped around, his eyes going wide.

“Y/N?!” he practically shouted.

You grinned, holding up the Mercy Funko like it was some sort of peace offering. “Surprise?”

For a moment, he just stared, his brain visibly short circuiting. His chat exploded in all caps.

[OMGOMGOMG]: THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM. WE WON.

[PocketQueen]: HE’S BLUSHING LMAOOOOO.

[BigFan44]: I’M SCREAMINGGGGGGGG.

Finally, Kraan burst out laughing, running a hand through his hair. “What are you doing here? How did you—why—”

“I figured it was time I pocketed you in real life,” you said, setting the Funko on his desk next to his keyboard.

He blinked at you, then at the Mercy figurine, then back at you. “You’re insane. Do you know that?”

“Yeah, but you love it,” you teased, echoing his line from the last stream.

“Oh my God,” he groaned, leaning back in his chair, but his wide smile betrayed him.

“Are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna let me queue with you?” you added, pointing at his setup.

Kraan shook his head, still grinning. “Chat, this is actually happening. Y/N is in my house, uninvited might I add, and now they’re demanding to play on my stream.”

“Uninvited?” you gasped, mock offended as you clutched your hand over your heart . “I brought snacks though!!!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, standing up and gesturing to his second gaming chair. “You want in? Let’s do this.”

The stream only got more chaotic from there. You shared one microphone, leaning close to call plays and laughing every time Kraan tried to explain what was happening to his increasingly hysterical chat.

[BigFan44]: THE TENSION IS KILLING ME.

[PocketMain]: Y/N JUST SIT ON HIS LAP AT THIS POINT.

[KraanShipper]: CONFESS ALREADY, KRAAN.

During one particularly intense match, you ended up leaning against him as you both frantically called out strategies.

“Y/N, res me, res me!” Kraan shouted, his Reinhardt downed mid charge.

“I can’t, you’re surrounded by turrets!” you shot back, trying to find an opening.

“You always find a way!” he said, his voice laced with laughter.

With a deep breath, you dove into the fight, dodging lasers and pulling off the res just before the enemy Bastion’s turret mode shredded you into oblivion.

“Holy shit, I did it!”

Kraan came back swinging, shattering three enemies and securing the point.

“Y/N, I knew you could do it! You’re the best,” he said, his voice sincere despite the chaos that happened moments before.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you teased, but your heart wasn’t as steady as your voice.

As the stream wound down, Kraan turned to you, his grin softer now.

“Thanks for showing up today,” he said, his tone quieter than before.

“Of course,” you replied, your voice matching his. “It’s not every day I get to pocket my favorite streamer in person.”

For a moment, the noise of chat and the game faded, leaving just the two of you.

“Guess I owe you one now, huh?” Kraan said, his smile turning a little shy.

“Yeah, you do,” you said, your heart pounding. “But, uh… maybe we can figure that out later. Over dinner or something?”

Kraan blinked, caught off guard for the second time that day. Then his smile widened, and he nodded.

“Deal.”

You ended the stream with a victory streak, a trending hashtag, and a dinner date in the works. Chat couldn’t stop shipping you two, and for once, you didn’t mind.

The morning after the stream was surreal. Both your notifications and Kraan’s were blowing up on social media. Clips of you busting into his room and the clutch resurrections had gone viral, and the hashtag #PocketedIRL was trending on Twitter.

@OverwatcherLover87: “When will I find someone who pockets me the way Y/N pockets Kraan? 😭 #PocketedIRL”

@Flooofity: “Y/N leaning on Kraan during stream and then asking him out? ICONIC. We’re witnessing history guys.”

You tried to ignore your phone as you sat in Kraan’s kitchen, sipping coffee from one of his mugs. The smell of something burning caught your attention, and you turned to see him standing at the stove, looking sheepish.

“Uh… I was trying to make pancakes,” he admitted, holding up a slightly charred creation.

“Is this supposed to be an apology for all those times you charged in without my permission?” you teased, leaning against the counter.

Kraan chuckled, flipping the sad pancake onto a plate. “No, but now that you mention it, consider this my way of saying thanks for saving me all the time.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I guess I’ll accept it.”

The next stream started a little later that day, but the anticipation was clear as day. Your own chat was filled with questions about the morning.

[PocketMain]: DID YOU GUYS HAVE BREAKFAST TOGETHER??

[BigFan44]: IS KRAAN ACTUALLY A GOOD COOK??

[OMGOMGOMG]: TELL US ABOUT THE DATE!!

You tried to stay focused on the game, but Kraan didn’t make it easy.

“Alright, Y/N,” he said as you loaded into your first match. “You ready to carry me again?”

“Only if you don’t charge into five people alone,” you fired back.

“Pfft, no promises,” he replied, laughing.

The banter came easily, and your synergy in game felt even better than usual. Kraan’s Reinhardt plays were aggressive but calculated, and you found yourself pulling off riskier moves to keep him alive; flying across enemy lines to heal him, damage boosting him mid-Shatter, and even sneaking in a clutch res behind enemy Orisa’s shield.

“Y/N, how do you even manage to do that every time!?” Kraan asked after one particularly impressive res, his voice filled with awe.

“Magic,” you replied smoothly, earning a chuckle from him and a wave of spammed hearts from chat.

[KraanFan69]: MARRIAGE SPEEDRUN WHEN???

[PocketGang]: THE CHEMISTRY IS UNREAL.

[BigFan44]: Y/N IS THE MVP. KRAAN IS JUST ALONG FOR THE RIDE.

Things took a surprising turn during your third match, set on King’s Row. Midway through the game, Kraan’s microphone cut out.

“Uh, chat, one sec,” he said, his voice suddenly faint as he reached for something offscreen. You glanced at your second monitor to see chat freaking out.

[OMGOMGOMG]: DID HE JUST SAY HE LIKES Y/N??

[FrogFriendzz]: PLAY IT BACK. PLAY IT BACK!!

“Kraan? Everything okay?” you asked, genuinely confused.

His mic clicked back on, and his laugh was a little too nervous. “Yeah, yeah, just… dropped my water bottle. We’re good.”

You squinted at the camera. “You sure you’re not hiding something?”

“Absolutely not,” he replied quickly.

You weren’t convinced, but you let it slide, though chat however clearly wasn’t letting it go.

[LovelyUnicorns32]: HE SAID IT. I SWEAR HE SAID IT.

[BigFan44]: KRAAN IS WHIPPED AND WE LOVE TO SEE IT.

After the stream ended, you leaned back in your chair, watching as Kraan’s camera stayed live for a moment longer.

“That was fun,” you said, still riding the high of another win streak.

“Yeah,” he replied, his smile genuine. “Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Always,” you replied softly.

For a moment, the silence between you was comfortable, your respective chats dying down as viewers slowly trickled out. Then Kraan cleared his throat, looking like he was debating something.

“So… about what chat was saying earlier…” he began.

You raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly nervous. “Did you… hear anything weird? Like, when my mic cut out?”

You leaned forward, smirking. “Should I have?”

Kraan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Oh my God. Forget I said anything.”

“No way,” you said, grinning now. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that!”

He peeked at you through his fingers, his face flushed. “Fine. Maybe I said something like… I don’t know… ‘I like Y/N’ or something dumb like that.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you played it cool. “You like me, huh?”

Kraan groaned again, his embarrassment obvious. “This is why I shouldn’t talk when I think my mic is off.”

You couldn’t help laughing, though your voice softened as you said, “Well, for the record… I like you too.”

Kraan blinked, his face a mix of surprise and relief. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously,” you replied, smiling.

His grin returned, and he leaned closer to his camera. “Guess chat was right for once.”

“They usually are,” you teased, your heart racing as his laughter filled your headphones.

The clip of Kraan’s accidental confession and your subsequent response went viral almost immediately. Chat coined the term #PocketedForLife, and the internet couldn’t get enough of your story.

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the end… kinda rushed the ending but i didn’t know how to close it🙂‍↕️

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