CW: Drinking implied/mentioned
Again, I tried to make Reader GN. Pls let me know if I didn't.
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Finally! Your friends had all finally gotten a night off together and actually made plans to go out. You finish up getting ready, just needing shoes. You check your phone and see the “on my way” message from your friend. Checking the time and doing some quick math means they’ll be here in a few minutes. Might as well go bother your roommate. He’s a decent guy; you met him through friends of friends years ago. Then, when your living situation got bad two years ago, he offered to move you into the second bedroom of his apartment.
You come out of your room to see Ghost standing in the kitchen in front of the stove. He’s got a mask on his face and has his phone set up in that holder he uses when he is streaming. It sounds like he is teaching his viewers how to make homemade fish and chips. You walk into the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge.
Ghost glances at you. Jesus why do they always have to look so good? He brings focus back to the fish in the pan. “You look nice, you going out?”
You steal a chip from the plate “Yeah. The group finally all have the same night off.”
Ghost tries not to steal a glance at your lips against the chip. He nods, flipping the fish. “You gonna need me to come get you later?” Please say yes, you’re always so cute when you’re stumbling out of the bar and yelling compliments at random people just trying to get home.
“No, Mikha offered to drive.”
Fuck. “Mikha is the one that doesn’t drink right?”
You steal another chip. “Yeah, he’s allergic to alcohol so, built in DD. In exchange we’ll be buying his food and sodas all night.”
“Stop stealing my chips, thief.” Ghost laughs
You roll your eyes and shake your head. “I need something in my system so I don’t black out again.”
Ghost takes the fish from the pan and plops it onto the plate with the chips. Remembering that time where you got blackout drunk and passed out completely naked on the living room floor. It was… a tough night. “Yeah, please don’t black out again. That was not fun.” Ghost hands you the plate. “Here, eat what you can before you leave.”
You start eating, thankful for the food. You nod to his phone. “You streaming?”
Ghost adds more battered fish to the hot oil. “Yeah, teaching ‘em how to make fish and chips.”
“Ooooooh, fancy” You joke
You open the fridge, digging for dipping sauce. “How many followers are you up to now?”
Ghost definitely doesn’t glance at your ass. “300K.”
Sauce obtained, you dip your fish. “How many do you assume are following you solely because of the mask?”
“Hey! You calling me a bad cook?”
“No, I’m just saying… masks are popular right now.”
“Oh, so you’re a mask enthusiast now?”
“Hey.” You point the piece of fish in your fingers at him, “I’ve always been a mask enthusiast, so I would absolutely know. Don’t change the subject, answer the question.”
Mask enthusiast? I wonder if they like my mask. No, Simon. NO! They’re just your roommate. “I dunno.” Ghost looks up at the camera. “How many of you are following me because of the mask?” He sees the messages flood with varying comments and groans, tilting his head back.
You lean in and look at the messages. Haha! I was right! Lots of messages talking about following for the mask, the mask being a bonus, some are about his groan, etc. When you come into view a few comments pop up complimenting you.
“Awww, thank you guys.” You look away from the screen, back to Ghost. “Ha, I was right. It also seems like they want you to groan again.” You tilt your head. “Have you thought about making one of those intimate video sites yet?”
Don’t look at them bending over. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. Why do they have to keep bending over? Ghost pauses for a moment, head still tilted back so he isn’t tempted to stare at your bent over form. “Uhhh, no. I haven’t.”
You roll your eyes, moving out of view of the camera to continue eating your food. “Well you should. I know your fans will eat it up and it’s good money, trust me.”
Trust you? What do you mean by that? Ghost brings his gaze back to the fish cooking in the pan. He feels a pang of jealousy but tries to keep his body language neutral as he flips the fish. “Oh what, you subscribe to a bunch of people, is that it?” Say no, gods please say no.
Your brows furrow in confusion. “No, I own one of those accounts. I thought I told you?”
Jesus, they do. Don’t think about it. Don’t imagine it. Ghost is lucky he is wearing a mask so you and his viewers cannot see his face. “You do?”
“Yeah, it pays my bills, baby. Matter of fact….” You turn to the camera. “Follow me on there.”
Some of the viewers ask for your username on there.
Please say it. Please don’t actually say it. The war inside Ghost begins. It’s quickly interrupted by your voice.
“Oop! Mikha is here. Thank you for the food! I’ll see you later.” You put the half-eaten plate down onto the counter and wave to the viewers. “Bye guys!” You rush to the door and grab your shoes, quickly throwing them on.
“Byeeee!” You yell back as you rush out the door.
Ghost shakes his head, turning his attention back to his stream. He’s still trying to reign in his racing thoughts when a message in the chat catches his attention.
Imjustadog54: FOUND IT!!!
Imjustadog54: HunBun96 :)
The rest of the stream is spent divided between the viewers talking about your site and trying to convince him to make one.
Once the stream is over, Ghost removes his mask, sitting at his desk with his plate of food. Don’t do it Si, just eat your food and do anything else. He pulls up a random show and starts to eat. But his mind continues to wander back to the fact that you have one of those sites. That one of his viewers found your username HunBun96. Did you want them to have your username? HunBun96. Stop it! Were you going to give it to them? You brought it up. No. Just, focus on something else, anything else. Don’t look it up. Just eat your food. Watch the show or something. Yeah something…NO!
Ghost manages to eat his food, he does the dishes, and starts some laundry. He sits back down at his desk. Okay, maybe just one little look. So I can stop thinking about it of course. No other reason. Ghost pulls up the site. What if they don’t want me looking at it. I mean, they brought it up in front of me and were surprised I didn't know. Maybe they do want me to look at it? UGH. Ghost groans, tilting his head back against his chair. This is so frustrating and confusing. This stupid crush, it’s only gotten worse since you moved in. He scrubs his hands down his face, letting out a deep sigh. Okay. He decides. One look, just one quick look to get it out of my system. That’s it. Ghost makes an account and types in your username. Just a quick look.
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A/N: As always, thank you for reading my fics <3. Sorry for any and all spelling/grammatical errors. Hey, I finally had my best friend beta read this one.
Part 2 will be coming for this fic. I already have so many ideas in mind for it, just have to write them out. <3