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you work at brewology, the most popular cafe on campus—and somehow, a charming new customer has woven himself into your routine
tags: james potter x reader, frat boy!james potter, fem!reader, college au, coffee shop au, muggle au, modern au, fluff
⟢ morning coffee ⊹ 2.0k
you weren't expecting your first customer of the day to be so charming
⟢ morning matcha ⊹ 1.7k
james brightens your mornings working at the cafe with flirtatious remarks and your favorite drink
⟢ morning chai ⊹ 1.6k
when you're not working at brewology, you spend your mornings in the arms of someone you love
I just read your fratboy!James blurb and im OBSESSED!!
I'd love another blurb about either like visiting him at his frathouse after habing gotten closer and hes super respectful but reader is a little confused and anxious about what he wants from her (wether he likes her romantically and all that jass) or something about giving him his jacket back and him being all flirty yk
sorry for rambling and i hope you have a lovely day!!!
love this idea! i went with the first half of the request so this doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the original frat boy!james blurb, but ive been working on a part 2 for that too !
𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
⟢ frat boy!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 2.0k
⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, drinking/intoxication (not reader), miscommunication but this is the resolution, reader is confused about james' intentions
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You thought James invited you over to hang out, just the two of you. You had been brainstorming movies to watch and takeout places to suggest all day in preparation for a quiet night with him.
The last thing you expected to be doing right now was watch him play beer pong with his friends in the crowed living room of his frat house. But, here you are, standing off to the sidelines and occasionally giving him a thumbs up when he waves at you.
You perk up when James' team is about to lose—at least it'll mean the game is finally over—but James sinks the ball into the last cup, sending them into overtime.
James throws his hands up in the air, turning in your direction for approval. You send him yet another thumbs up as you try hide your discontent. When he turns to celebrate with Sirius, you slump against the wall with a sigh.
"You good?" a voice rings out to your left. You turn your head to make eye contact with the speaker's shoulder, and you have to crane your neck much more than expected to meet the eyes of the tall boy.
It's James' friend Remus. You've only spoken to him a handful of times, but he's always been very nice.
"Hey, yeah, I'm fine."
Remus quirks an eyebrow. "You don't seem to be having a good time."
You puff out a long breath, and you don't know why, but you find yourself confiding in Remus. "This just wasn't really what I expected tonight to be like."
"No? And what were you expecting?"
"Not a party. I thought James just wanted to hang out with me." You start to worry you've gotten the wrong idea—like maybe this was never supposed to be a date at all. Maybe you're just another friend James invites to his parties. "I thought he liked me. Do I have it all wrong?"
Remus chuckles, which makes you feel worse. "You should talk to him," he advises, which is awfully unhelpful.
"Maybe if this game ever ends," you grumble, turning your head back to the game to watch Sirius miss yet another cup and almost fall into the table. Sirius is barely sober enough to stand, much less get a tiny ping pong ball into a cup eight feet away.
"Hold this?" Remus hands you his drink before tapping Sirius on the shoulder. "Dude there's some people hooking up on your bed."
"What!?" Sirius squawks, immediately abandoning the game to shoo these made up people out of his room.
"Wait, we need you to finish this!" James calls after him, but it's no use.
"Lemme step in for him," Remus offers, and with him as James' new partner, they win the game in just two more rounds.
Remus winks when he takes his drink back from you, and then he promptly disappears into crowd.
You shake off the awestruck look on your face as James approaches you.
"Hey!" he shouts over the music.
"Hey, congrats on winning," you reply.
"What?"
You clear your throat to enable you to raise your voice. "I said congrats.”
James squints at you, still not understanding. You swear the music just got twice as loud.
James leans in, and you shiver as his warm breath fans the side of your neck. "It's a little loud here, wanna go somewhere else?"
He leans back to see you nod, and he takes your hand to lead you upstairs.
The first thing you notice about his bedroom is how clean it is. His bed is made without a single wrinkle in the sheets, his desk is so organized there’s not even a pen out of line, and the room itself smells like fresh laundry and faintly like his cologne.
You sigh in relief as the door clicks shut, muffling the music and giving your eardrums a much needed break.
“Make yourself at home,” James says, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting the spot beside him.
As soon as you sit, James angles his body so that your knees are touching, and goosebumps spread across your skin at the contact.
“Are you having fun?”
“Oh, yeah,” you lie. “It’s a great party.”
James’ lips curve into a smile. He studies you for a few seconds, and you have to fight not to tear your gaze away, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?"
Your lips part, and James' eyes dart down. He looks like he really wants to kiss you—or maybe more.
A sinking feeling settles in your stomach. The only thing that could be worse than you mistaking James' friendship for romance, is you mistaking sexual attraction for genuine like.
Your mind is racing now as you recount all the times you've interacted with James. Did he invite you to this party just to get you up to his room? Has this been his goal the whole time? All the kind gestures and friendly smiles, was it all a ploy?
James' eyebrows knit together as worry settles in on your face. He scoots a couple inches away from you to give you space. "Is everything okay?" he asks.
"James, why am I here?" you blurt out.
"What do you mean?" James asks. His tongue swipes across his pouty lip—a nervous tic—as his eyes dart around your face for hints in your expression that might help diagnose the problem.
"Did you invite me to this party just to- to get me in your room? In your bed?" you ask boldly.
James almost chokes on air. He is momentarily rooted in place from shock. Your eyebrows shoot up when a few seconds later, he suddenly springs to his feet to distance himself from you even further.
"No. No!" James holds his hands out in front of him. "We don't need to be in here. We don't need to be anywhere! We can leave—or you can leave—I don't want you to leave. But you can go wherever you want. Alone. Or with me. Whatever you want. I just-"
James takes a deep breath, an attempt to ease his racing heart. "I didn’t bring you here to try anything. I just thought it’d be nice to be alone for a minute. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
You chew on your lower lip, starting to feel bad about your accusation. "I’m sorry,” you murmur.
“Shit, don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“It’s just, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm confused."
"Confused? About what?"
"Well, for one, I didn't realize you were inviting me to a party when you invited me over tonight."
James' face falls, and your comment hangs in the air as he processes it. He runs a hand through his messy curls as he mutters, "I'm such an idiot."
"Huh?"
"I didn't invite you to a party. This wasn't supposed to be a party. I thought that you thought there was gonna be a party so I... threw a party last minute." James scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Why-? Why would I think that?"
"Because of your text.”
"What text?"
James takes out his phone and quickly navigates to your messages from this morning. "When I said 'looking forward to tonight. i think it'll be fun' you responded 'if it's anything like last time, it'll be loads of fun.'"
"How did that make you think I was expecting a party?"
"Last time you were here, it was for a party."
"I wasn't talking about last time I was here, I was talking about the last time I saw you. When we ran into each other at the football game."
And you mean literally ran into each other. James wasn't looking where he was going and made you drop your soft pretzel. He bought you another one, of course, and the two of you ended up straying from the crowd and missing the whole last half of the game in favor of a walk around campus.
"Oh." James' shoulders slump. "I'm sorry. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to happen. We were supposed to watch a movie."
"We were?" You feel a little disappointed that tonight went differently than either of you wanted. But at the same time, hearing his original plans is making you were feeling better about everything.
"Yeah. I even started a free trial on every streaming service I don’t have so that we could watch anything you wanted. And do you see how clean my room is? It's never this clean. I even washed all my bedding." James picks up the corner of his duvet and fiddles with it between his forefinger and thumb. "I used like ten dryer sheets on this."
Your lips curl into a smirk. "So you did want to get me in your bed?" you tease.
"No! No, I swear," James jabbers, almost panicking all over again. He holds a hand over his heart as he promises, "There wasn't going to be any funny business. Well, unless you were planning on making the the first move, because I would've been happy to oblige- that's not the point."
You break out into a fit of giggles, and James can't help but chuckle along even if he is feeling a bit sheepish.
"Look, I'm really sorry about how this night turned out," James says once your laughter dies down.
"Well, it's not over yet."
A grin slowly creeps it's way onto his face. "That's true. Are you up for a movie?"
"You did say you already started several free trials. We can't let that go to waste."
James happily snags the remote from the dresser that also serves as his tv stand. He's about to join you again on his bed when his eyes light up with an idea. "Here," he says, handing you the remote. "I'll be right back, okay?"
James darts out of the room, leaving you slightly confused, but excited you're finally going to have the night that you planned. You scoot back on the bed, getting comfortable in his duvet that smells strongly of Downy.
When James returns, his arms are full with three different bowls of popcorn.
"I want you to know I had to fend off several intoxicated people to get you these snacks."
"Are there going to be more people joining us?" you joke as James balances the bowls on his bedside table.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got all kinds. Butter popcorn—freshly popped, by the way—kettle corn, and that's white cheddar. I also have plain salted popcorn but I didn't want to carry too many and risk dropping them."
"This is more than perfect. Thank you. Besides, this is my favorite," you say, reaching for your favorite of the three and popping a few into your mouth.
James smiles as he moves around the bed to take a seat on the other side.
"So, what are we watching?" you ask, as if you don't have a list of ten different options on your phone. When James doesn't answer, you turn away from the tv to find him already looking at you. "James?"
"I really like you," James blurts out, catching you off guard. "I want to make that abundantly clear. If- if you still weren't sure. I think you're amazing and I really don't want to mess this up."
"You're not messing anything up," you say, your voice taking on a more serious tone. "I like you too, James. A lot," you admit, and James' dazzling smile almost makes you melt on the spot. "Come on," you bump his shoulder with yours. "The nights not getting any younger and I want to watch a rom-com."
"I love those," James says, turning to the tv, but sparing some of his attention to admire you from the corner of his eye when you laugh at the jokes and to make sure his hand ends up in the popcorn bowl at the same time as yours—once he works up the courage, that is.
I’m blushing so hard at frat boy James!! What about the first time she comes over and meets the guys outside a party
hope i've done your idea justice! ty for requesting
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⟢ frat boy!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.9k
⟢ warnings/tags: references to drinking, technically american!james potter and american!marauders
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"It'll just take a minute," James promises. "We'll be in and out."
With his hand in yours, he leads you through the door, passing under the large Greek letters as you cross the threshold.
You have been seeing James for a month and a half. You never thought you'd be interested in a frat guy—you've never even step foot in one of their houses until now—but James has proven to be the opposite of what you thought a frat guy would be like.
James is a total sweetheart. Possibly the most thoughtful and genuine guy you've ever dated. He makes you feel special, always remembering the little things like your favorite flower or your drink orders at all your favorite places. He's attentive without ever being overbearing. But honestly, you don't think you could see him that way if you tried, always loving every bit of attention he gives you.
Today, he's taking you on a study date. He remembered that you were complaining about an upcoming exam in a class he's already taken, so he's grabbing his old notes and sitting you down in a quiet corner of the library so that he can help you study.
James would already have you set up in the library on the coziest chair with your favorite hot drink from the cafe if he didn't forget his old notebook in his room—which he felt rather sheepish about leaving behind.
So, here you are. James asked if you wanted to wait in the car, but you were curious to see the inside of one of these things. You half expected to see solo cups littering the floor, a pong table in place of a coffee table, and maybe even a few hungover frat guys strewn about the living room still sobering up from last nights antics.
You were a little surprised to find out that it was rather clean. You know from James that there was indeed a party here last night, but apparently they clean up nicely.
Although, you’re right about there being a pong table. But it is folded up and leaning against a wall for future use.
James guides you towards the stairs, but before he can even mount the first step someone appears in the foyer from a hall that you can see leads to the kitchen.
"Jamesie! Back so soon?" the boy cheers when his eyes land on his friend first. His eyes dart to you a second later, and something like recognition flashes in his expression. "Is this who I think it is?"
The boy has long, black hair that cascades just to his shoulders in soft waves, the kind that look effortless but too perfect to not be styled in some way. He stares at you with piercing blue eyes, making you feel oddly self-conscious, which might also have to do with the big smirk on his lips.
James squeezes your hand, sensing your nerves, but he'd bet money that they pale in comparison to his own. He's been nervous about bringing you around here. It doesn't have anything to do with you, or them (well, maybe he's a little worried they'll scare you off). You're really important to him, and so are they, and he's been putting a lot of pressure on introducing you to them. So, this unplanned visit has his palms sweating, which he's hoping you haven't noticed.
"Sirius," James greets his friend. "Yeah, this is Y/N."
Your eyes widen a fraction when Sirius immediately steps forward, taking your free hand to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles. "Hi, sweetheart, I've heard a lot about you. Truly, a lot. James has talked my ear off about you so I really feel like I'm meeting an old friend. I'm Sirius."
You feel heat rise to your cheeks but you're not alone, as James' own face turns rosy as he mutters a scolding "dude!" at his friend.
"Don't tell me you were just gonna sneak in without so much as a proper introduction." Sirius places a hand over his heart, a dramatic look of utter disbelief painting his face.
"We're just stopping by to get my notes. We have a very important study sesh to get to, didn't want to delay us too much," James explains, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"I promise it'll only be a short detour then. Pete and Remus are the only ones here anyway," Sirius says. His eyes dart to you again, something mischievous swimming within them. "We've all been dying to meet the girl that has our James so smitten. I mean, he's been going on and on and on. It's nice to finally have a pretty face to the name."
At Sirius’ words, you can’t help but crack a smirk as you peer up at James.
“Don’t look at me like that,” James murmurs, now rubbing his thumb across your knuckles the way he does when he gets anxious. James is sure the tips of his ears are bright red. Sirius will go to no end to embarrass him, but despite the fact that his heart might jump out of his chest at any second, James really only cares how you feel about the situation. James tilts his head toward you, lowering his voice to ask, "Are you up for meeting some of the guys?"
"Yeah," you say with a warm smile. "I'd love to meet your friends." And you really would. James talks a lot about them, too. Always reciting some story about all the shenanigans they've gotten into over the years.
You've been able to tell he's been overthinking bringing you to meet them. You get it—you're secure in James' feelings for you, so you know it's nothing personal. Plus, you were really nervous when James met your friends. To be honest, even though they were jokes, you're friends have made digs at frat guys before because of the stigma. You really wanted James and your friends to like each other, and thankfully, they really do and you had nothing to be worried about.
You hope that meeting his friends will have the same outcome and ease some of James' worries.
Sirius provides a generous introduction as you enter the kitchen. "Boys, it seems we have a very special guest in our midst this morning."
There are two guys sitting on kitchen stools who swivel around to greet you.
There's a lanky boy with mousy brown hair whose eyes dart back and forth between you and James before he directs a kind smile in your direction.
The other boy spins around mid-spoonful of a bowl of cereal. He abandons the utensil in his mouth to wave at you, his other hand occupied by the bowl resting in his palm.
Your eyes trail around the kitchen as James introduces you to them. It's rather large, as it would have to be to accommodate the large number of guys you assume live here.
You've also discovered the mess you thought you'd be stepping into. It seems that all of the discarded solo cups and beer cans have already been shoveled into a few trash bags, which are just about ready to burst at the seams as they wait by the back door to be taken out.
"I'm Peter," the boy with the cereal pipes up after returning his spoon to his bowl.
"Remus," the tall one introduces himself. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too," you say. "You know, I've never been in a frat house before. I take it you all live here?"
Remus is the only one who shakes his head. "Not a brother," he clarifies. "Just unlucky enough to have them as my best friends."
"Oh, you know you'd be lost without us," Sirius says, rolling his eyes playfully. "And it's not a frat house, it's a frat home," Sirius says very earnestly. Too add to his dramatics, he pulls Peter into a hug (which nearly makes him fall off his stool) and raps his fist against his back as he pretends to get emotional.
Peter's laughing as he shoves, Sirius off. "Alright, man," he says, swatting Sirius' hand away as he ruffles his hair.
"Sirius had beer for breakfast," Remus informs you to excuse Sirius' behavior.
"Hey, I only had two and I know you're not suggesting I'm a lightweight," Sirius points at Remus accusingly. "Anyway, I was just telling Y/N how often Jamesie muses about her."
Remus clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Don't tease him too badly, Sirius.”
"It's not like it's not true," Peter shrugs, earning himself a glare from James.
You look up at James. His cheeks have deepened a few shades now as he glowers at Peter. You give his hand a squeeze to attract his attention, the expression on his face immediately softening when he looks at you.
“I think it’s sweet,” you say, encouraging a smile onto James’ lips. He drops your hand, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side. You nuzzle your nose against his shoulder, looking at him with expectant eyes. He knows what you’re asking for, and would rather hand his friends more ammo to tease him with than deny you, so he gladly plants a tender kiss to the top of your head.
“You two are sickening.” Sirius leans over the counter, propping his chin up with his hand as he sighs dramatically. “It’s adorable,” he adds.
“Wrapped around her finger, are ya?” Peter joins in on the teasing.
James keeps his eyes on you as he responds. “You bet I am.”
You tear your eyes away from James’ sweet gaze to address his smirking friends. “You know, I've heard a lot about you guys too," you say.
Sirius lights up with intrigue. "Oh, do tell."
"Well, Peter must be the guy to go to if you want to have a laugh. Every time James asks ‘Wanna hear a story Peter told me’ I know I’m gonna have to sit through several fits of laughter before he gets to the end of it," you say, nudging James with your elbow who nods along to confirm your story.
Peter puffs up his chest, proud to be known as the funny one.
"Remus," you continue, "I should've known you weren't a brother. James always tells me about how they drag you into things that you have to get them out of. If he hasn't told you before, he's very thankful for you. And Sirius. I think I've heard the most interesting stories about you."
"This should be good," Sirius says, a cocky grin on his face. "I've given James a whole catalog of legendary stories to tell about me."
"My favorite is the one that started with you trying to impress a girl by jumping into the pool from the roof and ended with you in the bushes after you tripped on the gutter,” you say, an air of sweetness in your tone and a smile on your lips.
The confident smirk drops from Sirius’ face and James snorts a laugh beside you. Peter cracks up, and even Remus snickers at the look on Sirius’ face.
"I think you’ve just won over Sirius," Remus says, watching as his grin returns.
“You got me, I can appreciate that,” Sirius says. “Why have you been hiding her from us for so long, James? I like her.”
"Yeah, I like her too,” James replies, squeezing you a little closer into his side. He doesn't bother trying to hide the broad grin overtaking his features. As he looks down at your giggling face, he can't remember what he was so nervous about.
could you write something where rafe is streaming and reader needs him to open a pickle jar? lol thought it would be cute xx
૮ ⎙ㅤ userrotapathetic ა i just rediscovered my pickle obsession so thanks for this made two versions because i had two in mind :p
Ი version one 𐑼
꒱ user can you say hi becca?
rafe messed with his lip, scrolling through his downloaded games, and glanced at the chat. “hi, bethany. okay, the options for today are either an indie horror game, chilla’s art, or outlast. those are all scary, great.”
user indie horror!! those are always so good ꒰ user how about my ability to fall asleep tonight user outlast because i know you’ll be scared
rafe didn’t expect any less when reading that chat, “banning whoever just prayed on my downfall for a week. i’ll put up a poll really quickly so you guys can pick.”
user ha ha user i know the mods feel bad doing that ꒱ user can i be a mod?
“don’t need any more right now. . i’ll tell you guys about my day while you vote. don’t care if you didn’t ask. had an abomination for breakfast but i swear it was good. my pretty girl helped me go over this deal i have and we finalized that. so, something pretty cool is coming out soon. .” rafe trailed off when he heard your soft foot patters.
he took his headphones completely off, turning his entire chair towards you. he looked to the jar in your hand, “hey, baby, what’s up?”
you tapped on the lid, wondering if you should even ask. you’d been building up the courage for five minutes after spending about ten trying to open this pickle jar without asking rafe. you knew he was streaming and did all you can to make sure you didn’t interrupt, no matter how many times rafe tells you he doesn’t mind, even wants you to interrupt his streams.
but you wanted a pickle and this jar was getting open. you walked forward, holding out the jar so only your arm was showing in the camera. you didn’t want the viewers to put their attention on you, but instead focus on rafe. “could you open this?”
user are those pickles user open it now user was not expecting that
rafe smiled, taking the jar and opening it, then handed it back to you. “thank you.” you scurried off, letting rafe continue his stream.
his smile remained as he turned back to the camera. “yep, that’s me. boyfriend. . jar opener. . personal wallet.” rafe shrugged nonchalantly, “i love what i do. you guys are mad,” he pulled a mock sad face, checking the poll results.
꒰ user ? right
Ი version two 𐑼
rafe frowned, seeing that outlast won the poll. “fine, freaks.” he started up the game. “you guys suck.”
he was twenty minutes in, already having been jump scared three times. the game was scary by itself, but as promised every time he plays a horror, his lights were also off, only the glow of his monitor providing light.
rafe blew out a breath, having to do another scene over again because of his character being caught. “i don’t know if i can do this again, this isn’t funny.”
꒱ user not even joking who is that behind you user you guys see it too?? ꒰ user nah it’s too late for this
rafe wasn’t paying attention to his chat as you appeared behind him. you already felt bad having to ask, but felt worse seeing that rafe was playing a scary game. you bit your lip, hoping this wouldn’t be a bother.
rafe flinched at another jumpscare as you stepped closer to his chair. “why did i play this. why did i play this,” rafe repeated. and with a tap to his shoulder, rafe jumped, throwing his headphones off with a yelp. he rolled his chair back, bracing for what could be behind him, paranoid enough to think it was a monster and not just you.
you rose your hands in mock surrender, holding in a laugh. “i’m sorry!”
rafe let out a breath, head tossing back against his headrest. he let his heart rate come back down, grabbing the remote to turn on his lights, hand slightly shaking.
user bro how did i jump user you don’t know how fast i just clipped that ꒰ user stopppp
“hi, sweetheart, what’s up?” rafe spoke with a slight voice shake. you held out the jar, “could you open this? sorry, again.”
rafe shook his head with a brow furrow at your apology, grabbing the jar, “you’re fine,” he opened the jar, handing it back. he cleared his throat, scratching a brow and rotating his foot, glancing up at you hesitantly. “i think i pulled something.”
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reader comforting twitch streamer!rafe after he lost like a fortnite game or smth? like it’s rlly cute and she’s on his lap hugging him and the chat is swooning at how cute they are 🩷🩷🩷
𑂕 ㅤ۟ㅤ രㅤ ⅏ ʬʬ twitch streamer!rafe is live: reader comforting him after he loses a game 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬
. . . bold text is stream chat ◛
rafe hit his controller against the stand, heaving out a heavy sigh. “uninstalling this game,” he muttered.
❘ user don’t break it. . ❘ user just play something else ❘ user valid crash out
you were online shopping in your corner that rafe made up for you with a swinging chair and things in your reach to do while rafe streamed.
you startled, looking up quickly, hoping rafe didn’t hurt himself. “rafe?” you moved closer to his chair. it wasn’t the first time you heard him rage on a game, but the first it sounded like he hit something.
he looked to you, shaking his head. “’m okay. ’s a stupid game,” he explained with a slight frown to his eyebrow. he’d been playing for hours now, saying he’d switch games once he won. he didn’t expect to get so close, only three people left on the map, when his character was eliminated.
❘ user tell that man to just switch games
“did you hurt your hand?” you asked. rafe shook his head, “don’t know how well that controller will work anymore, though.”
you nodded. “do you want to keep playing?” instead of responding, rafe moved his chair back, reaching for your hand, and pulling you forward. you took the sign, sitting on his lap, and looking at his disappointed face.
you pouted to match his, taking his head and gently shaking it. “you could always try again later. if it’s making you upset, stop.”
❘ user do you take patients ❘ user we tried telling him that ❘ user @ user yeah but we’re not her
rafe nodded in your hands. “okay.” you smiled at his response, taking his hands and slightly swaying them. “so what do you want to do instead?”
rafe didn’t take a second to think, “can i sit here with you?” you tilted your head, “i don’t think they want to just watch this.”
❘ user we don’t mind ❘ user we love any content with you guys. .
rafe shrugged as you started moving his arms to make him do a little dance. “i’ll turn the stream off.”
❘ user stop threatening us
“or. . you could play a relaxing simulator. . or a gardening game. . or cooking?” you stopped moving his arms, dropping your hands to your lap, waiting for his answer.
“okay, could you find one?” he asked. you nodded, turning yourself around in his lap to reach his keyboard. rafe sat back, watching the screen and fiddling with your clothes.
͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE IS LIVE ㅤ⁝ㅤ opening p.o. mail ۫ : .
❛i get why you hid her i would too❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬
rafe cut the tape of the box, glancing at the chat. “my p.o. box is linked in discord i think, but mods, could you link it and pin it? thanks.” he looked down when he finally got the box open.
“alright, first one of the day. i’ll name this stream p.o. mail then change it later. there is a lot, and i’m opening them all because i’ve been meaning to get to it, so buckle in i guess.”
user pretty box user is it cool if i just send a letter? i don’t have any items to send right now user open mine next!!
“you don’t even have to send anything, but if you do, it most definitely doesn’t have to be an item. i love letters and i appreciate them, that’s totally fine. . and let me know which box is yours when you see it,” he addressed both chats.
rafe pulled out the first thing inside which was a little packaging. he opened it, pulling out a couple of keychains. some of them had legos attached or a little trinket, or just pretty stones. “woah, this is cool. you know your stuff, you know i like legos. this will make me use keychains more, thank you. is it okay if i give the others to someone? she’ll love them.”
user that’s my box! yes, i made the other ones for her lol
rafe read the chat, raising a brow. “oh, really? that’s so nice. yeah, she’ll go crazy. i’ll set them aside for her.”
rafe clipped one of the chains onto his pants, putting the rest away. he reached back into the box, pulling out a funko pop and a blind box. rafe chuckled when he noticed the difference. “did you make a his and hers box? one thing for me, the other for her?”
user at first i was mainly putting in things for her 😭 then i remembered i should put stuff you like too user that’s such a cute idea user she’ll love that
“that’s insanely kind you thought of her. she’ll really appreciate it.” rafe grabbed the last thing which was a note. he read it aloud, “‘hi, rafe. i just wanted to give you some things in return for giving me a new favorite streamer lol. i watched one vod a month ago and have since watched like all of your streams. you’re pretty funny i guess. there’s stuff for both of you guys in here so hope you like them,’ and then she drew a smiley face,” rafe finished the letter.
“don’t try to humble me about being funny, you know i am. but thanks so much. i keep all of these letters just so you guys know. i don’t throw them out or anything.”
user sweeettt user there he goes trying to be funny again
rafe put the items back inside the box, separating the letter, and put it to the side. “alright, next box. this is from. .” rafe tilted the box to read the name, “a crochet business. oh, that’s cool, my girlfriend crochets,” he opened it, pulling out a note. he read it aloud, “‘big fan of your streams! but i heard your girlfriend likes crochet. . so i made some things for her. hopefully she likes them!,’” rafe read.
“and this is her business,” rafe held up the box where there was a qr code and the name of their shop.
user wait this is all for her awhh
“she will really like this. i’ll let her open it.” rafe stood and walked off camera to roll over another gaming chair and put it next to his.
user wait a minute. . user awh she has her own chair
“pretty girl. .” rafe called out, “could you come here?” rafe looked to the doorway, waiting for you. when you appeared, slightly nervous, rafe held out a hand. “there’s something for you.”
you made your way to him, accepting his hand, then placing both on his shoulders, glancing over them to see what he held. “what is it?”
“sit down, you have to open them.” rafe looked over his shoulder to you. so you did, sitting in the chair he pulled over. the chair he bought when you told him you felt comfortable to be on camera now. the chair he had customized, despite your reluctance.
you sat, putting your hands in your lap, avoiding looking into the camera. that’s probably weird to do.
user dude finally user reveal!!! user wait chat don’t make a big deal or she’ll never come back user i get why you hid her i would too user prettyyy user hi!!
rafe handed you the box, giving all of his attention to you instead of the viewers. he wanted to make sure you felt as comfortable as possible and not like thousands of people were watching you.
“opening my p.o. mail and someone sent you some crochet items. want to see the note?” your eyes widened, taking in the box. “really? yeah, can i see?” you reached for the note, reading it. your shy disposition faltered slightly at seeing something cute, and it was made for you. you slightly pouted as you read, looking up to rafe. “no way. rafe, this is so sweet.”
rafe bit a smile, nodding. “it is. i said you would like it.”
you looked to the monitor that displayed the chat, trying to catch all of the chats, but they were moving pretty quickly.
user what’s your @ ?? user open it!! user i think the owner is in the chat user yeah, she’s freaking out
“um. . to whoever sent this, thank you. i will for sure check you out. i know i’ll love this,” you looked back down to the package, opening it. inside was one balaclava, a plushie, headphone covers, and a keychain.
you were in awe as you pulled out each item, showing them to the camera. “i have to wear this balaclava, it’s so cute. you know my color palette,” you put it on, looking to rafe. “cute, right?”
he couldn’t hold back his smile now, pulling out his phone to take a picture. “i have to capture this. baby’s first stream and mail.”
user i’m sooo happy for you guys love that really user is it okay if i make fan art of you??
rafe read the chat, grabbing another package, this one smaller than the first two. “if you could draw me, that’d be dope, yeah.” rafe opened it, pulling out two small containers.
user not you! sorry, her
rafe was still frowning at the items, unsure what they were as you read the chat for him. “me?” you pointed a finger to your chest. “that would be awesome, yes it’s okay. you don’t have to!”
rafe was still unaware of the chat, scrunching a brow, and tilting the item up. “are these nails? ohhh, they’re nails.” rafe showed the little containers to you. you gasped, grabbing them. “oh my gosh, these are so cute! i love them,” you examined them both, both sets nail sets you would wear. how did someone know you would like these?
rafe looked to the monitor. “do you guys want me to just leave the stream?” he partially joked, mostly serious.
user yes! user i mean we weren’t going to say it
you shook your head, “no, this is your thing. i’m sure there is stuff for you, of course.” you showed the nails to the camera. “guys, look at how adorable. is your business name somewhere?”
you turned the package around, spotting the name. “pretty and pressed, that’s so cute. i really like these, thank you so much. okay, rafe’s turn. no more me.” you even rolled your chair back a little, putting the attention on him.
rafe rose a brow, pulling your chair back by the armrest, closer to him this time. “right. . on to the next. .” he grabbed a bigger box with wording on the top. “e.l.f.? it’s not christmas time?”
your head swiveled to look at the box. “no, it’s not. .” rafe shrugged, showing the box to you. “yeah, e.l.f. you know them?”
user no way!! user hello? 😭 user not the christmas elf rafe!
“rafe, this is a makeup brand. that can’t be right. .” you didn’t want to accept another gift on a stream that isn’t even yours! “they have products men can use, skincare stuff. i’m sure that’s for you.” you tried to rationalize.
rafe opened the lid, grabbing the note that lied on top. he read aloud, “‘we heard there was a mystery girl that your chat has been going crazy over! no pressure, just let her know we have some items we think she’d love! love, the e.l.f. team,’” rafe read.
user oh she’s getting pr!!
“baby, this is for you! that’s so cool. this is cool, right? i still don’t know who they are.” rafe tried handing the box to you. instead, you sat still, staring it. “there’s stuff you can use in there, right?” you asked.
rafe looked into the box, shaking his head. “no, this looks like makeup.” he tried handing it over again.
you stammered. “but rafe. . this is really cool, yes, and i’m grateful, but where’s your mail? why do i have so much?”
rafe smiled at your upset face. “because they thought exactly what i did when i first saw you. wanted to buy you things before i even talked to you.”
hi its my birthday🥳 could u do twitch streamer rafe surprising his gf maybe decorating n baking a cake
no pressure but thank you if you do. I LOVE UR WRITING💕
͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE surprising reader for her birthday ۫ : . 🎧
happiest birthday bb!! hope you like >.< ❛tell her we wish her a happy birthday i’m serious❜ : bold text is stream chat! 💬
STREAMER who is probably more excited for your birthday than you irl stream
“i got like ribbons to go around the ballon strings because she likes ribbons. that’s cute right? nah, that’s really cute,” rafe hyped his own self up, pointing the camera around the decorated room.
user oh you’re so good at this user cutee!!! she’s going to love user did i miss her reaction user @ user no it just started user tell her we wish her a happy birthday i’m serious
rafe caught the last chat, “i will.” then he set the tripod on the counter, pulling the box over. “and i filled this with all the things she likes. she’s really into handmade things so i decorated the box and all of that.” rafe explained, adjusting some items.
user how funny would it be if she was watching the stream and the surprise was ruined user bro to bro can you show what’s in the box so i know what to get my gf. . user how long did it take?
rafe read the chat, shouting out a couple of donations and subs. “you should know what to get your girlfriend, dude. uh. . the box took a couple of hours, if that’s what you mean.
“but it’s mainly stuff for her books like custom bookmarks, charms for her kindle, some trinkets, jewelry, that water bottle she’s been obsessed with, and some things for her little craft hobbies. there’s more but it can’t fit in the box.”
user my dream date user bro casually said there’s more
“i think i showed you everything, so let’s start the cake,” rafe cleared the counter, bringing out the ingredients and preheating the oven. he faced the camera and grabbed the whisk, using it as a mock microphone. “this is baking with rafe. don’t follow along, i don’t know what i’m doing.”
user i wasn’t going to user wait where is she?
rafe read the steps on his phone propped next to the camera, then began as he read a couple of chats. “i told her friend to keep her out until i gave her the okay. they’re just having girl time right now.”
he was finishing the batter when his phone pinged with a notification. he grabbed it, reading the text. ‘she wants to get home, we’re past her socializing limit’ said your friend.
rafe slightly panicked, typing quickly. ‘take her to some random stores, i’ll send you the money. i’m almost done’ he responded.
putting his phone back, rafe poured the batter into the pan, placing it in the oven. “okay, i’ve got to hurry. my girl is not a social butterfly.” rafe started opening the frosting and decorations.
user uh oh user why am i panicking user don’t worry she’ll love it no matter what!!
rafe checked the cake, declaring it finished, then set it aside to cool as he read chat while waiting.
“i hope so. i also booked us a vacation, so i hope i did good.”
user ? yes, yes you did user i’ll happily take everything if she doesn’t like it though btw
rafe slanted a brow, “mods, ban them permanently and dox their address for me, thanks.” rafe turned to grab the cake, texted your friend to bring you back, then started decorating.
he tried to do a little ribbon banner around it and ‘ruffles’ on the edges of the top. he slightly frowned at it, grabbing the camera to show the cake. “this is good, yeah?” he set the camera back down, starting the letters.
user actually yeah user at least you’re cute
rafe was mid spelling birthday when he realized he ran out of room. “ah. . aw man,” he winced. he set his hands down, staring at the cake in contemplation.
“can’t start over, she’s on her way. .” he muttered more to himself than the viewers. instead of continuing the word, he tried to write out an apology on the cake. tilting his head, he nodded. “yeah, that should be fine. she’ll still love me.”
user what happened user aw noooo user it’ll still taste good?
rafe held up the cake carefully. “final result. rate me.”
user he really wrote sorry user will you ban me if i give my honest rating
rafe went to reply when he heard a car pulling up. his head rose, and acting fast, he put the cake down and reached for the camera, “okay, she’s here. bye.”
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