James had been persistent all week, texting you nonstop to join him for a live stream. "Come on, it'll be fun! We’re reacting to fanart of us—how often do we get to see that?" he had said. Eventually, you gave in, curious about what the fans had created.

As the stream began, James greeted the chat with his usual enthusiasm, while you settled into your seat, a bit nervous but mostly amused. The first few pieces popped up on screen—some hilarious, some sweet, and others... questionable.

“Okay, okay, not bad,” James chuckled, pointing to one particularly goofy drawing. “Look at this one—who gave me those huge cartoon muscles? I didn’t know I was auditioning for a superhero movie!”

You laughed along, enjoying the lighthearted vibe.

Then the screen flicked to the next submission. James froze mid-scroll, his eyes widening as he stared at the image of you. The fanart was stunning—like a radiant goddess, glowing with ethereal light, crowned with flowers, and eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories.

James’s mouth dropped open, and suddenly he blurted out loud enough for everyone to hear:

“They made you look like a goddess! Like, how does this even happen? Chat, seriously—why don’t you treat me like this? Look at this masterpiece! I need to up my game.”

You glanced at the art, cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment and pride. “Well, I guess I’m lucky to have a fanbase with excellent taste,” you teased, nudging him playfully.

James smirked, turning back to the camera. “Alright, alright, let’s see if the next one can top that. But honestly, I’m demanding a glow-up now.”

The chat exploded with excitement, flooding the screen with hearts and laughing emojis, as you both settled in for what promised to be a memorable stream.