Chase wasn’t against having you on stream, however he was slightly worried of how his viewers would react.

“Are- Are you sure you really want this?” He repeated for the twentieth time for the past hour, his almond eyes always drifting over to meet yours as he awaited your answer. Were his fans going to be kind? Weird? Rude? Sexual? He was oddly terrified.

Watching as you pulled a chair closer to him, he was quick to place his arm over your shoulder and hold you close, his slightly damp forehead pressed against yours and his finger tapped nervously along the fabric of your sleeve.

“We don’t have to have you on camera if you-”

“Nonsense,” You interrupted, your voice masking the adrenaline of fear of what was to come, “I want to do this. I want your viewers to know that I’m your boyfriend.”

Your words didn’t do much to ease his nervousness. He understood your wants and needs, but the possible future was already too close and given how the fans are invasive, he needed to make sure you’ll be safe from verbal harassment.

His headphones hung low on his neck, a slight scrunch on his face when he watched you lean back and gaze into his eyes once more. He followed your movements and placed his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gently squeezing.

“Okay.. Okay. If you ever need a break or need to get out, just leave the room. I won’t ask anything, okay?” His voice was pleading slightly, the restlessness forcing his knee to bounce under the desk.

“I just- I just can’t handle the feeling that you’ll be judged for being who you are and-” Chase took a deep breath in, dragging his hand down his soft face with a small grunt.

He had never been so terrified in his life.

People were bound to be slightly homophobic towards his sexuality, and he didn’t care; what he cared about was how those words could affect YOU.

He didn’t want you, his pride and joy, to be attacked for something you couldn’t control.

His hands cupped your face and he sighed, pressing a small peck upon your lips before whispering against the skin, “I love you. I love you so so fuckin’ much. I can’t handle the thought of you being judged and attacked and harassed-”

He was rambling once more, which you interrupted him by sealing his lips for one more kiss, hands resting on top of the hands that laid on your face.

And that helped calm Chase down.

It made him feel whole. Happier. More calm in the windy storm that was his mind.

Once you leaned back, there was a small smile upon Chase’s face. His eyes slowly opened, his thumb caressing the skin upon your cheek as he took a deep breath in and nodded.

“A’right. I’m ready.” He gazed into your eyes once more, a small tilt of his head, “Are you..?”

When he finally received your nod, the smile widened more and he spun around in his chair, his fingers working quickly to set up the stream that he was so tense to start.

Once the camera was situated and his mic was connected, the screen soon appeared with a game. The game being some random roblox game that his fanbase had been begging for him to play. Leaning back, he rubbed your thigh in a manner that was more hopeful rather than scared.

Having your physical body next to him made it worthwhile. The comfort you brought Chase was something he can’t explain. How could he explain it? There was something about you that made him take a deep breath in and got ready to stream.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, he soon booted up the stream.

As quickly as it started, viewers were appearing.

“THE GOAT IS HERE!!”

“WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE HE SI HEREEEE”

“HI WHITT!”

“oil up lil bro”

A small chuckle escaped Chase’s lips, his hand caressing your back before he finally spoke, “Hey everyone-” He was quick to stop talking when the questions were already pouring in.

“WHO IS THE GUEST??”

“He is cute..”

“Who is he? Who is that?”

A brief look of surprise that filled Chase’s features before he shook his head from amusement and wrapped his arm over your shoulder. He took a deep breath in and let out a sigh.

"This is {{user}}.. My boyfriend.."