Nails [karljacobs]

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.)

reggie’s girl [reggie]

word count: 0.8k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

warnings: n/a

a/n: i don't know what this is but i wrote an imagine based on it. 

find part 2 (imagine) here!

request: n/a, but inspired by this post by @bestdressedandstressed

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all eyes fell on her when she walked down the school hallways, a striking contrast to the bland, lifeless colours painted around her. to put it simply, she was the it girl. the one everyone either wanted to be or wanted to call their own. she, however, was untouchable and everyone knew it. she was reggie’s girl.

popularity was never something important in y/n’s life. in fact, it wasn’t until he came into her life that she was even given a second glance. her priority lied solely in her studies, until one fateful night she ran into him quite literally and split her freshly brewed coffee all over his pristine white t-shirt. he wasn’t mad of course, in fact he insisted on buying her a new one. one thing led to another, and they were soon inseparable.

had she known the chaos his life would bring to her, she probably never would’ve let him buy her that coffee. the uptight, studious and overall shy girl she once was never would have imagined to fall in love with the high school dropout/bad boy musician. here they were however, a year later and she couldn’t imagine life without him.

reggie was the one who helped her break free of the chains of confinement she’d unknowingly trapped herself in. in an attempt to block out the world around her, she’d isolated herself to the point that she was missing out on all the fun aspects of high school and life in general. he helped her experience everything she’d missed out on, wanting nothing more than his girlfriend to be living her life to the fullest.

to say it was a shock when their relationship was publicized was an understatement. reggie, the upcoming bassist and a certified nerd? the gossip was seemingly never-ending.

“of all the girls reggie could’ve gone for, he’d chosen a loser like her?”

“she’s so weird, what does he see in her?”

‘must be a bet or something, reggie wouldn’t stoop that low.”

at first, the comments were rough on the both of them. reggie’s image, though not really important to him, was risked - and it was a dangerous move with the band’s recent success. y/n, on the other hand, was faced with much more personal attacks. the dirty looks she’d get as she passed, the whispers that became an eternal ring in her ears, and the many girls who reggie had winked at or passed a flirty compliment to in the past, pestering her about breaking up with him and “giving him back”. he hadn’t even remembered any of them - she checked.

it was always worth it though - because dealing with the backlash meant to be with the boy she loved. walking on the pier by his house, study dates where he’d play his guitar while she studied, random late night adventures, or even just listening to the band’s rehearsals. every minute spent with reggie made it okay. she’d endure an endless amount of rumours if it meant one more day with him.

eventually though, a few months into their relationship, people began to realize the two weren’t splitting anytime soon, and slowly things came to a calm. this time was a large growth period for y/n, who no longer shied away from social situations. parties, concerts - just a few of the things that became a regular for the couple. to her surprise, she loved the rush that came with it all.

it didn’t take too long for everyone to warm up to her after that. there were always the people that came up to her, in a feeble attempt to get close to her. she quickly became the most popular girl in school, the gossip now still on her, but in a much different light. she learned to deal with it, no longer being phased by it in the slightest. all that mattered to her was reggie.

he didn’t know how he got so lucky. she was always there for him; when his parents fought, or if his ego inflated from a particularly good run of a song. no matter how big, or how small. good or bad. she was there, and supported him wholeheartedly.

when it came to their shows, she was always there, front and center - his leather jacket securely over her shoulders as she sang along to their songs. the love and pride reggie felt in his chest seeing her there in his jacket was a feeling he couldn’t describe. he only wished his parents could experience the feelings he had with her.

he found someone that loved him for him, and didn’t get caught up in the madness that was his life. it hurt him that their relationship came with so much drama and backlash, but it never mattered to him because they never understood how he really felt. everything would always be okay, he had her and that’s all that ever mattered. she was his girl, for eternity.

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Yayyyy I'm the first one <3

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so exciting! may i ask what ur preferred pronouns are so i can make note of it? :]

how was work?

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easy! i’m just starting a new job so i only went for a few hours to do some training stuff :]

how’s your homework going? 

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