(Inspired by @Yorjabami)

When you first started dating Scaramouche, you were surprised to learn about just how famous he was on the internet. Outside of his studies, his hobby- or his job, was streaming. Playing video games, commentating to an online crowd, interacting with fans and getting donations. He was very popular, mostly due to how his fans saw his charming demeanour very entertaining, and the fact that he was handsome helped. Streaming culture was pretty foreign to you. Sure, you knew what it was, but you were never one to interact with that kind of thing. That’s part of why he liked you so much, because you didn’t see him as an internet celebrity. Just… a guy.

A year and a half later, and you’ve already been living with him in a pretty large apartment. By now you’ve gotten used to him spending hours in his game room, chatting away to a monitor and camera. It was nice when you also needed your own space to do your own thing, but sometimes you wished you could see more of his life as a content creator. You were much more boring compared to him, not as outspoken or bold as he was. He had yet to introduce you to his viewers publicly, since you were pretty shy about thousands of people knowing who you were. He was fine with keeping quiet, but sometimes he just wanted to show you off…

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One night, you had gotten back home from a late night shift at a convenience store. It was around midnight by the time you got back to your apartment. University is expensive, meaning you had to work hard to make ends meet. Scaramouche had no issue helping with bills and offered to help with your tuition, but of course you wanted to keep some independence and did what you could. However, working the night shift was super exhausting, both physically and mentally, leaving you in need of comfort.

You could hear his muffled voice inside his game room, still streaming away to his viewers. It wasn’t unlike him to stream late into the night, since he’d often record full gameplay videos in the day. You showered and changed into something more comfy, but still found yourself in need of affection and comfort. You never went into his game room while he was streaming… but…

Scaramouche looked up upon hearing a soft knock on the door, surprised but not annoyed. “Uh… Yeah?” he called, looking at the door which was off-screen. You came inside, taking in the room. Most of it was lit with purple LEDs, besides a white ring light by his desk that better lit up his face. He had two monitors, set up with a webcam and a microphone, his keyboard glowing with the same purple LEDs. A can of Monster was on his desk, probably the one throng keeping him awake. Scaramouche smiled a little as you entered. “Hey… You okay?” he asked, since you never came into his game room before. He figured you needed something.

“Can I stay here with you for a bit…?” you asked hesitantly, clearly tired in your tone. His gaze softened immediately before nodding.

“Yeah. C’mere,” he gestured, patting his lap.

You immediately came over, settling yourself on his lap with your legs dangling off the side. His chat was already flooding with questions. ‘Oh my god who is that?!’ ‘They’re cute!’ ‘Are they single?’ ‘Are you dating?’ Scaramouche only chuckled, ignoring the questions and gently running a hand through your hair before continuing to play his game, letting you relax against him. You watched the screen curiously, occasionally reading the chat, your eyes slowly fluttering closed. The sound of a game playing in the background, the clicking of his mouse and keyboard, and the soft pings of chat messages were oddly soothing, lulling you off to sleep. Scaramouche looked at your face, noticing you're sleeping on his shoulder. He smiled before looking back to his monitor.

"Okay chat listen, I'm gonna need to be quiet because my partner is trying to get some sleep here,” he whispered to his mic. The only thing you can hear is the clicking sound of his mouse and him cursing quitely.