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Scaramouche sat down heavily in his gaming chair. He watched his PC boot up as he did everyday, and tapped his fingers on the wooden desk impatiently.
He’s a famous streamer on Twitch, known for his mean personality and love for violent games.
His office was the typical streamer esk setup- the LED lights (always purple, his iconic color), the display of limited figurines from popular shows, his walls plastered with game posters. Of course, you can't forget the signature microphone set up right in front of him.
Scaramouche watched as his screen lit up white and he readjusted his mic so it wasn’t covering his face.
As he came online, he saw a bunch of spam messages from one of his online friends, Tartaglia. Well, friends is a loose term. They were more like business partners. To the public however, they were friends.
Scaramouche groaned.
“What the fuck do you want?” He typed aggressively, not even bothering to backread.
“Scara! Hello :)” The message popped up almost instantly. Scaramouche’s eye twitched.
“I was wondering if we could stream together again! My chat’s been asking for it ;)” Scaramouche sighed, irritated.
“Today isn’t even one of our days. Don’t overstep your boundaries, dipshit.” He punched back into the keyboard. If he kept this up he would need a new one. Again.
He often broke his keyboard, mouse, or other equipment during streams out of rage. It’s why so many people enjoyed his content. There was just nobody out there who got quite as angry as he did. Well, that and apparently the chat found him attractive. Their words, not his.
“Fine, meanie. I don’t have any idea for today though so don’t get too mad if my stream is just me reacting to yours.” What the fuck? Scaramouche clenched his fist. What a content stealing scumbag. Whatever.
He closed out Discord and opened Twitch. He made sure everything was set up before starting his stream.
“Hey everyone, what's up.” He said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his black coffee. He read through the chat for a bit, giving people time to join the stream.
“What should I play today?” He wondered aloud. He probably should have thought this through beforehand.
Scaramouche scrolled through his chat and read the suggestions.
“Everyone wants a horror game today, eh?” He chuckled. “Alright then. I’ll play… Phasmophobia.” He started the game up, switching his facecam to be smaller and out of the way.
The chat seemed to love the idea, which pleased him.
He heard the door slam across the house. Seemed like his boyfriend was home.
“I feel like I play this a lot. Does anyone have any suggestions on how I could spice it up?” Scaramouche asked, still out of ideas.
One message caught his eye, and he saw it repeated several times.
“You guys want me to play it drunk? You don’t even know if I'm legally allowed to drink.” He laughed. “I am, of course, but still.”
The chat went crazy for this idea. It was something he never considered doing before. Getting drunk on stream could be dangerous, maybe he could check in with his partner to help if things got out of hand.
“Alright. I’ll be right back then.” He winked at the camera and switched it to a screen that read ‘ Back in a moment!’
He made sure he was muted before slipping out of the room.
Scaramouche walked down the short hallway, his footsteps creaking on the wood.
As he entered the kitchen he saw familiar blonde hair washing the dishes.
“Hey, Kazuha.” He wrapped his arms around the other's waist, resting his head on the back of Kazuha’s shoulder.
“Kuni? I thought you were streaming?” Kazuha said, untangling himself from Scaramouche before turning around and pulling him into a kiss.
They broke apart, Kazuha’s hands still cradling Scaramouche’s face.
“I am. I’m on a break right now.” He replied, stepping away and stretching his arms. He hadn’t been sitting for very long, but his back was beginning to hurt.
“I see. Do you need anything?” Kazuha asked, smiling at his boyfriend softly.
“Well…” Scaramouche started, rifling through their pantry. “The chat wants me to play this horror game drunk, and I want you to be nearby if things get out of hand.”
Kazuha took a deep breath. “I thought you wanted us to keep our relationship out of the public's eyes?” Kazuha laughed. “I distinctly remember someone saying that I was ‘all yours’ and ‘nobody else can have me’ .”
Scaramouche’s face tinted red. “I don’t remember that.” He pulled down a pack of Guinness and squinted at it. “Is this all we have? This stuff tastes horrible.”
Kazuha nodded.
“Whatever. I don’t need you to be in the room anyway. Just stand close enough that you could listen in?” Scaramouche kissed Kazuha on the cheek quickly and then started to walk back to his office, Guinness in hand. He paused by the exit, his hand on the doorframe.
“If things do get out of hand, I don’t mind if you come on stream. You know how to end it right?” Scaramouche asked nervously.
“Of course.” Kazuna said, turning back to where he was washing the dishes. “I used to stream too, after all.”
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Scaramouche sat down in his chair once again, scrolling up through the chat to see what was happening.
He put his facecam back on, smiling pleasantly.
“Hey guys. I only had Guinness, but that’s fine. Stuff tastes like piss, but it gets the job done.”
Scaramouche pulled a can out from the plastic six-pack rings, holding it up so everyone could see.
He held the can out at arms length, popping it open and letting the fizz die down.
“Ugh.” Scaramouche groaned, foamy liquid now dripping down his hand. He wiped it on his sweater and placed the can on his desk where it was still in view.
“Well, let's get this over with.”
Suddenly, his phone pinged with a notification. He grumbled. A tweet from Tartaglia.
“Hey guys! Reacting to @Scaramouche’s stream, come join me!” Scaramouche read the message several times.
Scaramouche looked up directly into his webcam.
“Tartaglia, if you’re watching this, fuck you.” He flipped off the camera before taking a big gulp of his drink and subsequently burst into a fit of coughing.
“Oh, fucking bullshit. This stuff is ass.” He slammed the half empty can down, covering his face to hide the disgusted look.
He opens Tartaglia’s stream on his phone to see the ginger laughing hysterically.
Scaramouche scowls. “Let’s just fucking start already.”
He opens the game and clicks start.
He plays for a while, taking small sips of his drink as he tries to beat the game. He hasn’t been playing for that long, and Scaramouche is already starting to feel tipsy.
Halfway through his first game, the ghost starts hunting and he dies, the jumpscare genuinely scaring him for once. Usually he’s known for being cold and fearing nothing. The chat notices the difference for sure.
RealSherlock: Bros tripping lmao
[✔️] Tartaglia: Calm down with the drinks man
Dragon_Lord: Oh hey Tartaglia
Scarasimp5: hes so cute when hes drunk ❤️❤️❤️
NOTatanuki: is it just me or is he being nicer? he hasnt even said a your mom joke for the past half hour
ilovehotmoms: is he a lightweight? lol this is his first can
Scaramouche ignored the chat, continuing to play the game.
“You know what, this is getting boring. I want to play something scarier.” Scaramouche’s words were slurred, his face red.
He tried to take a sip from the can, but there was nothing left.
“Oh.” Scaramouche reached out to grab a new can, but a hand reached out and pulled the pack away.
“That’s enough for you.” A voice said calmly from a place where the camera wasn’t showing.
pRime.doctor: let him have more coward
RealSherlock: AYO? WHO IS THAT
abysstwin1: SHOW US HIS FACE
Scarasimp5: is… he taken? noooooooo
[✔️] Tartaglia: what the
Scaramouche pouted at the person, crossing his arms.
“Give them back.” He said, reaching out.
“No, you need to sober up.” The voice moved further away.
Scaramouche stood up and walked out of frame.
“Kazuhaaaaa- will you give me them back if I give you a kiss?” Scaramouche said, looking up at his lover.
“Kuni, you’re drunk.” Kazuha laughed. “Go sit back down. I’ll get you some water.”
Scaramouche grumpily complied, the sound of the door shutting loudly behind him.
As he sat back in his chair and looked at his chat his eyes widened.
“Oh shit, forgot about you guys.”
firwrkqueen: is he your boyyyfrienddd?~
goodsoup: no way he gets bitches
[✔️] Tartaglia: well i did not expect that
[✔️] Tartaglia: you didnt even tell me? your best friend?
theoneandoni: I KNEW HE WAS GAY
Scarasimp5: my whole world was shattered today im never going to be ok again after this
smutwriter: SHOW HIM TO US COWARD
RealSherlock: he sounds hot tbh
Scaramouche groaned as he read the messages.
“God I really fucked up this time didn’t I.” He rubbed his temples. “My head hurts.”
The door clicked open again and Scaramouche’s head jerked towards the sound.
“I got water.” Kazuha walked over and placed the water on his desk. The back of his head was visible on the facecam as he stood next to Scaramouche, looking down at him.
Scaramouche looked up at him, a soft smile on his face.
Scarasimp5: HES SO OUT OF CHARACTER? who are you anymore
bardbatos: aww he happy
[✔️] Tartaglia: k now show us his face
raidens_carpetlint: bitch who tf is that even tartaglia wants to know
Scaramouche grabbed Kazuha’s shirt collar and pulled him down to his height, kissing him slowly, before pulling away. He gave Kazuha a light shove.
“Kay’ now get out of here before they ask any more questions.” He laughs.
Kazuha steps out of frame again. “Love you, Kuni.”
Scaramouche pulls his chair in from where it had slid away. He took a sip of his water.
“You guys are never going to find out anything. He’s mine.” He smirked at the camera, watching the chat explode before him.
“Anyway! I think I should end it here, before things escalate any more.” He laughs.
“Maybe I’ll introduce him to you guys someday, or maybe not.”
Scaramouche’s phone was blowing up with notifications.
“Goodnight!” He stopped the stream and shut off his computer, the screen fading to black.
He checked his phone and saw several messages from Tartaglia.
“Do I get vip knowledge?” This was followed by many emojis and a lot of begging.
“anything i say to you will just get screenshotted and tweeted, hell no.” Scaramouche quickly typed back.
As expected, he got an almost instantaneous response.
“Pretty please?”
Scaramouche sighed. After this it would be hard to keep it on the down low.
“fine. i do have a boyfriend.” Oddly, Tartaglia takes a while to reply.
“I lied I screenshotted and tweeted it loser.”
“fuck you.”
Scaramouche turned off his phone and plugged it in.
“Kazuha!” He called out, stepping out of his office and closing the door.
Kazuha appeared at the top of the stairs, walking down quickly to meet Scaramouche.
Scaramouche wrapped his arms around his lover.
“I have to do so much damage control tomorrow.” Scaramouche whined.
“You mean we have so much damage control. I can help you now, Kuni. Everyone will know that you’re mine and I’m yours.” Kazuha smiled, kissing Scaramouche.
“Now, let’s head to bed. You clearly need some rest.”