Narnia Masterlist

narnia masterlist

peter pevensie

￫ the boy on the train

￫ i’ll show you love

￫ hiding

￫ holidays

￫ angelic

￫ surprises

￫ drabble #1

￫ drabble #2

edmund pevensie

￫ titles

￫ fate

￫ lonely

￫ drabble #1

susan pevensie

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lucy pevensie

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mr. tumnus

￫ my hero

reggie’s girl (2) [reggie]

word count: 2.0k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader, slight bobby shaw x fem!reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst

a/n: okay so i got this idea and had to write it asap so here’s the bonus to my first post! (here’s that post)

request: once again, inspired by this post by @bestdressedandstressed

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you smiled at your reflection, satisfied with the outfit you’d picked out for the night’s festivities. the boys had a big performance today, and luke claimed it was their ticket to playing the orpheum - how true that was, you didn’t know. you hoped so, it was their dream and with the way the band was blowing up, it certainly wasn’t out of the question for their futures.

you moved over to your vanity, picking up the necklace reggie had given you for your six month anniversary. it was a simple heart shape, with a small engraving on the back. ‘my girl’. he told you that as long as you wore it, he’d always be with you. naturally, you wore it everyday.

some may think it was weird or possessive of him to deem you as ‘his girl’, but really it was never the case. when your relationship started, you’d gone from a loser nobody to one of the most popular girls in school, all because you were known as reggie's girl. you didn’t mind it anyways, you loved being reminded that he was yours and you were his, completely.

clasping the necklace on tight, you pulled on reggie's infamous leather jacket (which you may or may not have stolen), and slipped out the door, waving your parents goodbye as you began the short walk to bobby’s garage, where you knew the guys would be warming up and practicing for their big night.

you didn’t bother knocking when you heard the intense sound of drums spilling out from the garage, laughing quietly to yourself at the lack of peace their neighbours must get. you pulled open the door, sliding through and quickly shutting it behind you. you turned, expecting to see all the boys mid-song, only to find alex and luke shredding by themselves. alex seemed to notice your presence then, halting his movements and waving, catching luke’s attention too.

“hey y/n!” alex called, and luke nodded in acknowledgment, and you smiled, greeting them both. you looked around, seeing bobby scribbling something down on a piece of paper while sat on the couch with reggie nowhere to be found.

“hey, where’s reg-” you started, before hearing a cry of distress coming from the loft. you looked at the boys in pure confusion, before luke scoffed.

“he can’t find his special jacket.” he replied, answering your unasked question. luke’s eyes slid down your figure, rolling his eyes. “i told him you’d have it.” he grumbled, directing alex to start over their song once again.

you shook your head, moving over to the ladder and climbing up, seeing reggie in a disheveled state. he looked panicked and as adorable as you found him, you felt a little guilty knowing this was your fault. he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you slowly walked over, careful not to make a sound.

you learned over his shoulder, whispering a quiet “boo!”. he jumped and squealed, launching himself forward and hitting a box they’d kept a bunch of junk in. reggie’s expression looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he processed what happened, and when his eyes fell on you he pouted. you burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself. reggie huffed, before he seemed to remember what he was doing and jumped up.

“oh my gosh, y/n! you’re here! quick, help me look for my jacket! you know i can’t play a show without you having it on, it’ll be bad luck! ugh, i don’t know where it could be, i’ve looked everywhere!” reggie babbled, frantically spinning around and searching for the leather fabric. 

you giggled quietly, tugging gently on his sleeve to catch his attention. he looked at you and frowned, upset you weren't helping him before you raised your arm, showing him the sleeve that was just a little bit too long for you. his face lit up, and you couldn't help but smile.

“you found it!” he exclaimed, surging forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting and spinning you around in glee. you laughed happily, your mind clouded with him and him only. when your feet touched the ground, you leaned in, connecting your lips passionately.

little did you know, there were a pair of eyes glaring daggers at the two of you. bobby’s fists were clenched to the point of turning white watching the two of you laughing happily together, not a care in the world. he wanted to be in reggie’s place, you were the perfect girl and he was unbelievably jealous you weren’t his.

he didn’t ask to feel this way of course, reggie was one of his best friends - his brother even. if he could forget all about his feelings for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. not only was he lying to the people he called a family, every time he saw you two together, it felt like a stab to the chest. he was sure he was in love with you - of course, you’d never feel the same. you were so in love with reggie, and everyone, even those who didn’t know you, could tell immediately upon seeing the two of you together.

“alright love birds, as much as i love gagging at your disgusting signs of affection, can we please get back to rehearsal? we have a show tonight!” luke called, breaking the two (three, actually - unknowingly including bobby) out of their stupor. you giggled, pecking reggie once more before climbing down the ladder with him following closely behind. 

you situated yourself on the couch while the boys took their places and you watched as they started up their set for the night, soon falling asleep listening to them play (which may seem impossible, but you’ve spent so many nights with them you’ve become immune).

you awoke an hour or so later to reggie gently shaking you awake, telling you it's time to head to the venue. you happily took his offered hand and stood up, not letting go and allowing him to pull you out of the garage. you all packed into bobby’s parents’ van (you made a mental note to thank them for lending it later), and took off.

you arrived shortly after, and the boys rushed inside, apparently late. you shook your head at them, of course they’d be late to one of their biggest gigs yet. you walked slowly behind them, not bothering to follow them into the chaos they were undoubtedly dealing with right now. you instead walked over to a girl who was cleaning the tables, and made some small conversation. she was nice enough, and the two of you got along fairly well.

the guys set up their instruments on the stage (mostly helping alex) and soon enough began practicing once again. you bid farewell to the girl you met, not wanting to keep her from work for too long. you made your way to the large clear doors, and peaked out to see the long line of mostly girls waiting outside the venue, smiling proudly. you hoped this night went perfectly, the guys worked so hard and deserved this.

before you knew it, the line began to be let in and you made your way to the front, where you always stood. this spot was perfect for reggie’s vision from the stage, and after the one time you made the mistake of standing in the back and freaking him out (thinking you’d been kidnapped or something), you decided staying in one spot always was probably the safest bet.

you made small talk with the same girl from before until you noticed the lights dim, and began cheering - the crowd following suit. due to your proximity, you could faintly make out the four moving shapes crossing the stage, and you bounced on the balls of your feet in anticipation. sure, you listened to their music multiple times a day, but seeing them in front of a crowd was a totally different experience and you couldn’t have been prouder of them.

the spotlight flicked onto luke, and he waved to the crowd, earning another cheer. he smirked at the other boys, before strumming his guitar and beginning their opening song. you enjoyed the concert, singing the lyrics along with the fans in the crowd, dancing with the people next to you and having the time of your life.

you perked up when you heard the familiar guitar tune of the next song, and you shot your head up at reggie, who only winked at you. they hadn’t told you they were playing your favourite song of theirs, now or never. this was definitely reggie’s doing - still, you felt yourself blushing and shook your head. how this boy still made you feel this way after so long was beyond you.

when his solos hit, he made sure to hold eye contact with you the whole time, and you were sure you heard some “awe’s” from the crowd. you paid them no mind though, and kept your eyes on him the whole time. you couldn’t explain the pride in your chest watching him and the guys live out their dreams, and you were so grateful they let you into their lives to be there when it all happened.

bobby made sure to scan the crowd as he sang, ‘accidentally’ passing over you each time - much to his disappointment (but not surprise), your eyes were glued to reggie. it hurt seeing it, but he knew the two of you were happy and that was all that mattered. or at least he kept telling himself that. he tried not to think about you as he played, but you were always there - every rehearsal, every show. it was nearly impossible to dissociate you with his music.

the set ended in a huge eruption of cheers and claps, and still, you were sure you were the loudest of them all. the guys all stepped forward, taking a bow and soaking in the energy of the show, before making their way backstage. you quickly followed, flashing the security guard your pass before running after them.

“reggie!” you called, and he turned just in time to catch you throwing yourself at him in a huge hug. he laughed, squeezing you back just as tightly and sighing in content. you pulled away to look at his face, gently brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “that was amazing.” you whispered lovingly, never breaking eye contact. you leaned in, pecking him quickly - you were still aware the other guys were in the room.

“hell yeah it was amazing! did you see the crowd? and this is only the beginning. imagine the orpheum!” luke exaggerated, earning whoops from the other guys. you quickly broke from reggie’s embrace, making your way over and hugging alex, then luke and bobby.

“seriously guys, that was probably one of the best shows you’ve done. they loved you! your hardwork is really paying off.” you complimented, and alex came over, ruffling your hair. you pouted at this, causing them all to laugh at you and reggie came behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

“you really think so?” he asked quietly, and you nodded confidently. he smiled bigger at this, turning and leaving a small kiss on your neck before standing up straight. “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m starving. let’s go eat!” everyone agreed, and with an arm around your waist, reggie guided you out of the building through the back door. you laughed as you were climbing into the van, but noticed bobby was nowhere to be seen.

“i’ll be right back guys!” you said before running back, peaking your head in the door to see bobby staring off, lost in thought. “bobby?” you called, and he flinched, turning towards you. “you coming?”

he shook his head, clearing his thoughts before nodding. “i’ll be right out, just grabbing some water.” he confirmed, and you smiled at him, closing the door and heading back to the van to wait with the other boys.

bobby stood in the rec room with a sigh, mentally slapping himself for the giddy feeling in his chest when you smiled at him and came looking for him. he had to remind himself it was nothing. you were friends. you had a boy who you loved very much and he cared for you equally as much, if not more. you were and always would be reggie’s girl, and bobby had to accept that.

a bad day [georgenotfound]

pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: you've had a really bad day, and only your boyfriend can fix it.

wc: 1.2k

anon asked: “George x female reader, reader has a sore back and gets a massage from George.”

a/n: i am the ceo of getting carried away and this kinda didn't follow the prompt too well. sorry nonnie, hope u don't mind!

tw: implied nudity, bathing together. not sexual! also bad writing? i dont rly like this one but i hope someone will!

you know those days? the days where every little possible detail seemingly goes wrong. it starts simple, with the optimism it can only get better from here, but thing after thing proves you wrong, until the day has weighed down on you completely.

you were having one of those days, to put it lightly. your alarm didn’t go off when it should, a written draft of yours at work didn’t save, the coffee you picked up was made completely wrong, the microwave broke and you were forced to eat your lunch cold, just to name a few things that set you off today. to top it all off, a downpour had washed over london and you were forced to walk home, shivering and soaked to the bone.

when you finally stepped foot in your apartment, you sluggishly dropped everything at the door, kicking the pile of dripping items to the side and kicking off your shoes. usually after work, you neatly put everything away, before stopping by george’s office to kiss his cheek and ask him about his day, spending a few minutes together before leaving to make dinner. today however, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

dragging your feet, you stumbled straight to your shared bedroom, closing the door with a harsh slam. you quickly stripped out of your work attire, lazily grabbing one of george’s hoodies and flopping down on the mattress. tears pricked at the edges of your vision, overwhelmed with the events of the day.

george was sitting in his office, headphones on, editing a main channel video. he’d already been teased enough by his friends for putting it off for so long, and wanted nothing more to finish and upload it so they would get off his back about it. it was going well, and he told himself he’d take a break once you got home, your daily routine was special to him: with his insane work and sleep schedules, he hardly saw you as much as he wanted.

so when he checked the time to see you should’ve been home almost half an hour ago, a frown crossed his expression and he quickly saved his progress, leaving his office in search of his lover. “love? are you home?” george called, wandering the halls. he came to a stop in front of your closed bedroom door, gently knocking and opening the door slowly, as to not startle you.

the sight in front of him broke his heart.

you had collapsed messily on the bed,and your body was shaking as silent cries left your lips. george quickly made his way over to you, kneeling next to you on the floor. “hey, hey. what’s wrong?” he muttered, gently carding a hand through your damp hair. you didn’t answer, just gazing at him with tired, red puffy eyes. he frowned, placing a feather light kiss to your forehead. george wasn’t the best at comforting anyone, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try to make his partner feel better.

george stood, earning a small whine of disapproval from you. he smiled slightly, grabbing one of your hands and running his thumb over your knuckles. “i’ll be right back. gonna run you a bath, alright?” he offered, and you nodded, letting go of his hand and allowing him to leave.

he was swift in preparing your bath, running the water warm and adding your favourite salts and all. he made his way back to you, beckoning you to sit up. you did so hesitantly, and he opened his arms, allowing you to fall not-so- graciously against his chest and bury yourself there. he chuckled at this, rubbing soothing circles into your back. he let you rest for a moment, before standing slowly, bringing you up with him. with an arm slung around your shoulder, he guided you to the bathroom.

george stood facing you, smiling softly. “lift your arms for me?” he mumbled, and you did so, allowing him to pull the hoodie off of your skin. you shrugged off your undergarments, allowing george to help you slide into the tub. you sighed in relief as your skin hit the water, relaxing as best you could. george moved to give you some privacy, but you grabbed his hand, stopping him.

“join me?” you asked, tiredly. he hesitated, but sighed and began shedding his clothes in a pile along with yours. you slid forward, allowing him to slide in behind you, and you leaned your head back on his shoulder, content.

you sat there in peace for a few minutes, before george placed his hands on your shoulders and guided you to sit up, thumbs gently pressing into your shoulder blades as he searched for the tense knots in your back, putting pressure and drawing small circles over them as he helped relieved the tension in your muscles from a long day.

you sighed in bliss, allowing george to continue as you finally felt completely relaxed. every few moments, he would pause his actions and instead place a small kiss on your shoulder blade, the two of you simply basking in each other's presence.

though he constantly apologized for “not knowing what to say” when you were upset, he never failed to amaze you. his actions spoke volumes, and he didn’t need to say a word. just being near him made your day a thousand times better.

“i love you, george.” you mumbled, barely audible. had you not been so close to each other, george wouldn’t have heard you at all. he smiled though, placing one more kiss on the back of your neck, this one lingering a bit longer. he pulled away, reaching for the shampoo, and holding it in front of him so you could see it.

“may i?” he asked politely, you nodded and the next half an hour was spent with george massaging your scalp and rinsing the suds from your hair, as you washed your body. much to your dismay, the water was running cold, and george stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. he grabbed another, holding it open for you to step into. you sighed as you stood, hissing at the cold and gladly allowing him to wrap the fabric around you.

he guided you back to your shared bedroom, picking out one of your favourite hoodies (it was his, obviously) and sliding it over your frame, pulling the hood off of your head and leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on your lips. he threw on some sweats of his own, sending you a small smirk. “i’ll get the snacks, you pick the movie?” he offered, and you paused,

“wait.” you frowned. “i have to make dinner.” you pouted, and george waved you off dismissively.

“we’ll just order something. don’t worry about it, love.” he assured, slipping out to the kitchen to grab some things to munch on. you sighed, a loopy smile on your face as you pulled out your laptop, picking out a random movie from your recommendations.

he returned shortly after, climbing on the bed and opening his arms for you to position yourself comfortably next to him. his hand ran up and down your arm gently as the movie began to play, and before long, your eyelids began to feel heavy. you tried to fight it, but within minutes you were fast asleep, the lulling background sound of the movie and george's featherlight touches sending you into a peaceful slumber.

everyone had bad days, but at least you had an amazing boyfriend who would always be there to cheer you up. you couldn’t ask for anything better.

forever & always [reggie]

word count: 1.2k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

warnings: pure angst. there's no happy ending.

a/n: i just finished jatp this morning and was feeling angsty so here u go. also haven't written anything in months so pls be nice !

request: n/a

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25 years. that’s how long they’d sat in the black abyss, nothing but the sound of alex’s cries filling the void they’d known as death. reggie couldn’t believe it. he should be worried about his afterlife, he knows that, but only one thing was on his mind. her.

y/n. the girl he was set on marrying. he hadn’t proposed yet, of course - they were only 17. still, he was sure she was the one. after everything they’d been through, he couldn’t see himself being with anyone else. they were each other’s, completely. and they were supposed to have their entire lives together.

that night, she was waiting at the venue for his return - at the orpheum. of course she was there, she was always his biggest cheerleader. the thought brought tears to his eyes. his precious y/n had to live 25 years without him - and the worst part was that she probably moved on. 

the thought of her with someone else made him feel like he was dying all over again, but he had to know. for his sanity, he just had to make sure she was okay.

he waited until he could sneak away unnoticed, and to his luck, luke had snuck off to visit his parents and alex had left to go hang out with willy - leaving him alone. he sucked in a breath, attempting to calm himself before teleporting outside of her old place. 

much to his delight, it hadn’t changed all that much from what he’d known it to be, aside from a few additional paint scratches here and there. his eyes took in every inch of the familiar scene, though a light on in one of the top floor windows caught his attention. though normally he would find it rude to intrude, his mind was clouded with the thought of her, and her only.

teleporting into the room without a second thought, he felt tears spring to his eyes. there she was, in all her beauty. y/n. his y/n. only an older version of the girl he loved. a sharp pang washed over him at the realization that this was what his future was supposed to be, with her. the one he’d never get to experience.

she looked so content, gently bobbing her head to the music playing from her laptop as she folded some laundry. even through blurred tears, he couldn’t help but watch her in pure awe. only she could make such a mundane task look so appealing.

a sudden idea popped into his head, and before he could think logically, he walked over to the computer and pulled up a performance on youtube of julie and the phantoms. she was far too distracted to notice, until the song she was listening to abruptly changed to something she didn’t recognize.

reggie watched her sit up straighter, the confusion evident on her face. he watched as she glanced around the room, before turning to the computer screen. her eyes danced over the title of the video, and she mouthed the words as she read. reggie smiled at this - it was an old habit of hers, and it brought him comfort. some things really never change.

she pulled out the desk chair, pausing to watch the video, her curiosity clearly sparked. reggie watched anxiously as julie’s solo came to an end, cueing the arrival of the three boys she once knew. 

he held his breath as he flashed onto the screen, and he watched as she instantly tensed, her hand flying to the spacebar to pause the video. she furiously rubbed her already teary eyes, swallowing hard as she studied the screen in front of her.

“regg?” her voice broke, and another jolt hit his heart. he reached out, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder, even if she couldn’t feel it. at contact, however, he felt her shiver, and immediately sit up straight. she hesitantly turned her head, and looked right at him. or rather, right through him. somehow though, he knew, she knew he was there.

“reggie?” her voice was softer now, almost inaudible. “are you there?” reggie nodded, attempting to wipe away the tears falling down her cheeks - only for his hand to pass right through her body. he sighed, looking around for something he could use to tell her he was there. 

his eyes widened when he looked back to the computer, quickly reaching over and typing into the youtube search bar the words ‘sunset curve’.

a sob escaped her lips, slipping out of the chair and onto her knees on the hardwood floor. reggie couldn’t bear the sight anymore, and slid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. 

he could’ve sworn she felt his presence, because in the next second her hand was grasped on her arm directly where his was placed a moment prior. it was only a few minutes later when he noticed she was mumbling.

“why’d you have to eat that stupid hotdog, regg? why? it’s not fair. you died so young, and you left me. why’d you have to leave me?” her words were jumbled and mixed with the hot tears, but every word reggie heard loud and clear. each was like a fresh stab to the heart, because she was right - he left her and the life they had behind. it wasn’t his choice, of course. but it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

an idea occurred to him, and he quickly teleported back to the garage, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. he quickly scribbled a note and jumped back, unsurprisingly seeing her in the same position as before, though her tears had slowed slightly. he gently slid the note in front of her, watching as she looked up, and shakily pulled it towards her. she sighed, before beginning to read it out loud.

“dear y/n,

i’m sorry. i wish things had gone differently - we all do.

i want you to know it’s okay. i’m okay. i’m with the guys still - luke and alex - that is. you probably knew that. you also know i’m not great with words.

we joined a new band - julie and the phantoms. the group i played for you. it’s so strange - when we play, people can see us! but when we stop, we’re invisible. isn’t that crazy?”

she laughed at this, and shook her head. reggie smiled, desperately trying to permanently imprint the sound in his mind.

“anyways, enough of my rambling. please remember i am so proud of you angel. never stop being you, for my sake if anything.

i love you. you and me, forever and always.

love, reggie”

he watched as she clung to the letter, a sad smile on her face as she lifted her gaze directly towards him. “forever and always, reg.” she whispered, and he choked out a sob, repeating the words back to her.

he stood, looking down at her one final time before coming to terms with the fact he couldn’t see her again. it physically hurt him to be near her, knowing this is everything he had wanted in his life that he would never get the chance of having. he leaned down, leaving one last lingering kiss on her forehead before he turned and muttered the dreaded words. “goodbye, y/n.”

and with that, he left behind the woman he so dearly loved.

only just missing her whisper back a small “goodbye, reggie.” in return.

nails [karljacobs]

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: karl has been begging you to come on his stream, and you finally decide to do it.

wc: 1.6k

anon asked: “karl x gn!reader where he is doing a painting nails stream w “special guest” and introduces the reader (kinda like the stream w sapnap)”

a/n: this went from really bad to progressively okay? this is definitely not my best writing, but i tried :)

tw: like 2 swears? fluff mostly, slight fear of being on stream

“hey chat! how are you all doing today?” karl beamed, watching as messages flew through the chat, a chorus of good!s, and great!s brought a smile to his face. “that’s great to hear guys, my day has been going pretty well, thanks for asking!”

you smiled, leaning against the doorframe of his filming studio watching karl thrive in his element. streaming was never something you truly understood until he introduced you to his line of work. you had no idea the intricacies that went into gaming systems and all the terminology he and his friends would go on about, it was as though they were speaking a foreign language.

regardless, you supported him through it all, and karl couldn’t have been happier to have you by his side. he was, however, quite adamant about showing you off to his chat, which at first was absolutely terrifying and you politely declined, pushing it off. he didn’t push of course, karl wanted nothing more than for you to be happy.

that didn’t stop him about going on and on about you to his chat and friends, though. at any given opportunity he’d mention your name, or tell a story about you. to no surprise, chat was begging to meet you, but karl always brushed them off with “they’ll come on when they’re ready.”

it wasn’t until sapnap came to visit and allowed karl to paint his nails that you finally decided it was time. after the stream had ended and sapnap was removing the black polish, the two were discussing future sub goals. you took a deep breath, walking over to the pair.

“you know, you could paint my nails for a sub goal.” you spoke softly, grabbing a bottle of polish from karl’s collection and fiddling with it nervously. you could practically feel the excitement oozing off your boyfriend as he began to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“really? you wanna be on my stream?” he exclaimed, and you giggled at his excitement. he truly was the cutest.

“yeah, i mean. it’s been long enough, i see the tweets about your mysterious significant other, and how its all you talk about.” you gave him a smug grin, and he just shrugged, shamelessly. “gotta give the fans what they want.” you smiled, and karl quickly tackled you in a hug, before he and sapnap ran off to do who-knows-what.

after sapnap had gone home and the ‘karlnap’ content had run out, karl announced his new sub goal. “alright chat, hear me out. if we can get to 23k subscribers - we’re at 20k right now, i’ll bring a special guest and paint their nails on stream.” a flurry of guesses flooded his chat, and karl laughed at some of the options. “chat, chat calm down.. i’m not spoiling who it is.” he grinned, moving onto the next topic as to avoid spoiling the surprise.

by the end of the stream, he had somehow hit the sub goal. “chat, you guys are insane! thank you so much!” he exclaimed, reading out some gifted subs and donos, before wrapping up his stream for the night. “i’ll tweet out the time for the guest stream later tonight, see you guys!” with that, he ended, quickly making his way to your shared bedroom.

“y/n! we hit the sub goal!” he beamed, and you blinked at him in surprise.

“already?” you mumbled, and he nodded eagerly. you smiled, shrugging casually. inside, you were beyond nervous, but you forced it away as the two of you celebrated, ordering some fast food and relaxing for the rest of the night, until karl had to leave to join quackity on his stream.

two days later, the anxiously awaited day had arrived. karl was finally going to introduce you to his stream. he had replicated the set up he had for when sapnap had been visiting, and all day he had been practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. the past few days, karl had been asking you constantly if you were sure, as once you were in front of the camera, there was no going back. you assured him it was fine. now or never, you kept telling yourself.

karl told you to wait outside as he started up the stream, and he would come collect you when he was ready. you could faintly hear his excited voice through the wall, pacing back in forth in your bedroom. you could do this - how bad could it really be? you’d spent the morning going through twitter, looking for any sort of distaste from the viewers, but they’d all been quite excited for the stream as far as you saw.

you only hoped they weren’t disappointed that it was you, and not some other streamer.

before you could pursue the thought further, karl opened the door with a wide smile, and you returned it, following him down to his streaming room. he peered into the camera eagerly, softly grabbing your arm and pulling you into the frame. you smiled nervously, offering a small wave. the chat exploded with a large amount of messages like “who is that??” “is that y/n???”, and you giggled.

karl guided you to sit in the spare seat, sitting in his own. “chat! this is my special guest, everyone meet my partner! this is y/n!” he exclaimed, and you nodded, attempting to read the extremely speedy chat.

“how the hell do you read this, karl?” you mumbled, and he let out a loud laugh, and blushed. “wait, can i swear on your stream? sorry! i didn’t know!” you covered, and karl couldn’t help but admire how cute you are.

“don’t worry about it, n/n. it’s cool! quackity swears all the time.” he assured you, and you let out a huff.

“i feel so unprepared. this is your fault.” you pouted, and karl laughed, glancing at his chat.

“look at you, already farming “awws” in chat. they’re a professional streamer, chat!” he joked, and the chat agreed quickly, messages saying how cool or cute you were being spammed frequently. karl beamed at the support, launching into a story about you doing something stupidly embarrassing, but he insisted “it was cute!” so you let him continue. you desperately tried to read chat, and nearly jumped when a donation came through, scaring you half to death.

“aren’t you supposed to be painting their nails, karl?” it read, and you laughed.

“karl, where’s the nail polish?” you asked, and his eyes widened, looking around his setup; the polish nowhere to be found.

“shoot! uh, i’ll be right back chat! entertain them, y/n!” he exclaimed dramatically, running out of the frame to presumably, your bedroom.

you smiled, trying to read the chat, to no avail. “guys, this is impossible. seriously, how does anyone read chat when it’s going this fast??” you huffed, picking out a few messages here and there. “check twitter y/n!!” you read out, frowning. “oh gosh, chat. what am i about to find?” you muttered, but pulled out your phone anyways, opening the bird app.

you gasped, seeing your name trending with various screenshots flooding the trend. many were of you, zoomed in, doing something cute - others were you and karl giving each other heart eyes, and some were clips of funny things you said. you were in awe, and smiled at the camera. “thank you guys so much - uh, holy shit, i’m trending on twitter. now that is something i never thought i’d say, like, ever?” you stumbled, and that’s when karl returned, a bucket of nail polish in hand.

“okay, i didn’t know which you’d want, so i brought them all.” he beamed, placing the bucket in front of you. you peered through it, picking out your desired colour and placing it in front of karl. “hey chat, sorry about that. i got so excited having y/n here, i forgot the nail polish! i hope you weren’t too bored without me!” you scoffed, hitting his arm with the back of your hand.

“excuse me, sir. i’ll actually be taking over your twitch channel now, since they loved me so much.” you stated proudly, and karl frowned in mock-offense. he looked to chat, all of which agreed it was a great idea, and you winked at the camera.

“whatever chat. they’re mine. you can’t have them.” karl pouted, wrapping his arms around you protectively. you rolled your eyes, pushing him off playfully.

“now you’re.. what did you say? farming “awws”?” you joked, and karl huffed, uncapping the polish you’d chosen and grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in front of the camera with a playful glare, before gently placing your hand on the table and getting to work on your nails.

the conversation flowed easy from there, the two of you answering chat and donos, and chatting about yourselves. you were having a great time, and karl’s heart swelled seeing you so happy - not to mention, he’d been hoping to introduce you for some time now. he was perfectly content in that moment, painting his lover’s nails while on stream, in his happy place.

as for you, you felt empowered. somehow, you were live in front of thousands of people, yet you felt so comfortable - perhaps it was karl by your side, or the overly supportive chat, but you were so glad you’d suggested this to your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe it had taken you so long to agree to appear on his channel, and after you’d ended the stream you eagerly asked him when you could come back next.

side note: karl definitely didn't paint his nails the next day to match yours, and post a picture of your entwined hands with matching coloured nails. (yes, he did.)

You're welcome! I was wondering if you have an anon list and if you do could I be 🍄 anon?

i currently don’t have an anon list but i’d love to start one - you can be my first anon! i’ll make a official post about it as well. <3

welcome to the blog, 🍄 anon!