#vtuber x reader

RULES 🐇🍼

1. Do not bring any drama or discourse in here. I do not care if you're an anti of anybody I write for/post icons of. Be respectful of each other and myself. At the end of the day, vtubers are not that serious and there are bigger things in the world to be upset over.

2. I will not tolerate bigotry, full stop. Racism, LGBTQIA+phobia, misogyny, xenophobia, nazism, zionism etc is not welcome on this page. Act like a fool and you'll get blocked without warning.

3. I'm not going to make content for most of Nijisanji EN. The list of who I would make content of is just as exhaustive as the list of who I wouldn't make content of, so just ask me for stuff w/ your oshi and I'll let you know if I'm comfortable with them or not. Off the top of my head I am okay with Krisis members, Shu, Ike, CURRENT Iluna members, Ver, and Rosemi.

4. I do not write anything involving pedophilia or incest, or any kinks involving scat or piss (vomit may appear sometimes! depends on my mood.) Pregnancy requests are also a hard no.

5. I do not write ships between vtubers just to avoid any unnecessary drama or discomfort (I am not caught up on everyone's shipping boundaries.) I ONLY write x reader fanfiction, or platonic fiction between vtubers.

6. Specify what pronouns/gender you want me to write the reader as! If not specified, I will default to gender neutral pronouns/language.

WHAT CAN I REQUEST?

- Nijisanji (+ VirtuaReal), Holopro, FSP, and indies ONLY (for now.) I am/have been a fan of all of these groups, and I know enough about a ton of indies to hopefully do them justice.

- Hyper-specific reader (Example: POC reader, disabled reader, reader with specific disorder or mental illness, reader with specific traits/personality/appearance etc, LGBTQIA+ reader, reader who has been abused in a certain way. literally anything!)

- NSFT/18+ content. Be a gross freak, idm! As long as you're an adult I will write whatever naughty fantasy you have with your oshi :) (so long as it does not go against my rules.)

- ANY BRANCH. Nijisanji JP? Yes. Ex ID + KR? YES. The defunct Nijisanji India branch? YES. VirtuaReal? (Tentatively) YES, though please give me time with requests for them specifically, since I do not watch many streams on bilibili and struggle with Chinese the most. QwQ This goes for every company's branches as well, not just EN or JP. I will write for every branch and (mostly) every person.

- Platonic requests. Romance is okay too, but if you just want to be friends with your oshi then I'm here to feed your delusions!~ This blog is 100% safe for my fellow aroaces <3

- Multiple vtubers! From the same company is preferable, but I can do mixed requests too. NO MORE THAN 5 PEOPLE PER REQUEST.

- PFPS/Icons. Icons will usually be taken from live streams or official art released by the vtuber's mama (or papa in some cases.) If a fanartist consents to pfp usage/reposts, then I will sometimes use fanart too.

DISCLAIMERS:

I usually write in headcanon format, though if a request is super interesting to me then I will write drabbles and even one-shots. Multiple chapter fics will happen once every blue moon.

Some requests may take me longer than usual, that is likely because I need to familiarize myself with the vtuber you are requesting for. Please be patient with me.

⋆˚꩜｡under pressure || kaelix debonair || sfw

⋆˚꩜｡ghost || kaelix debonair || sfw

callie wasn’t a patient man. he knows that much.

the constant bouncing of his leg was enough to put a hole in the floor, his nails halfway gone from how much he’s been biting them.

he didn’t know how long he had been sitting there for, how many hours had ticked past without so much as a blink.

the same mantra repeats in his mind, almost like a prayer, ‘angel’s coming back, angel always comes back, angel won’t ever leave.’

ever since he had been released from the hospital, his adjustment back to the outside world has been, well, bumpy.

especially when it came to his partner, his girlfriend, his angel.

he knows that he doesn’t deserve her, the tendencies that he has to just lock her away from the world and throw away the key sometimes scream in his ear.

but he’s learning, he’s adjusting. and she’s helping him.

the first time she had to leave for her job, he almost had a whole meltdown. gripping tightly on her arm, begging her to stay or that he’d tie her down to the bed.

after a few minutes of reassuring that she’s not leaving him and would come back later (aka, making her swear it about fifty times before he was satisfied), he finally let her go. looking out the window like a sad puppy and watching her drive away.

she’d try and tell him that he could do anything he wanted in the house, but he looked at her like she just insulted his second dog.

he would rather die than even think about doing anything without her.

so, he would spend the time she was gone staring at the front door, waiting for the moment she walked through that door.

one hand in his mouth, the other tapping incoherently on his knee, “it’s almost time, it’s almost time, she’s almost home, it’s almost-“ he glanced at the digital clock in the living room.

‘4:45’

a frustrated groan escaped his lips, she doesn’t come home until five o’clock. fifteen minutes away, fifteen minutes too long.

callie fished for his phone, hands shaking as he unlocked it to text her, writing out a long incoherent message to get herself home or that he’ll, ‘go out there himself and kill the first person who even so much as glances at-‘

he pauses mid sentence, fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s overreacting, he needs to calm down.

with a deep breath in, he shuts his eyes, and releases a long sigh. he deletes the message, turning off his phone and puts it down next to him.

he curls in on himself, talking himself through it. “it’s okay, it’s okay, she always comes back. she loves you. she’s coming back right at five.”

it usually helps, he wants to get better, he wants to be better for her. but it’s hard, callie knows this doesn’t just magically get better overnight. trial and error, but she’s always going to be there for him.

therapy had been a consistent thing he had committed to, the therapist had help him with talking about his feelings in a more healthy way that didn’t involve killing every person who even breathed in the same vicinity as her.

even telling him some ways that he could cope with her being at work. looking at pictures of the two of them, doing artwork for her, or even just being in their room might help.

he already spent the few first hours looking at pictures, and he needed a new sketch book since he filled the other, so he decided to go with the third option.

callie walked to their shared bedroom, opening the door and flopping on her side of the bed.

he nuzzled into her pillow, inhaling her scent and letting out a shaky sigh. with every inhale, his beating heart would grow calmer and calmer, his eyes fluttering shut.

he thrived off her scent, it was proof that she’s here, with him.

after a few moments, he opens his eyes, looking around the room. his gaze drifting along, before he zeroed in on a article of clothing hung on her vanity chair.

he got up, slowly walking towards it and held it up. it was her hoodie, a big giant one that almost passed her knees. he brought it up to his nose, inhaling it and almost collapsing as her scent filled him again.

it was much more prominent than her pillow sheet.

he brought it to his chest tightly, hugging the fabric as he pressed it against his nose. he instantly felt calmer, the scent almost like a drug to him.

he let out a shaky laugh, “angel…my angel.” he whispered, falling back on the bed as his fingers held desperately onto the sweater.

he was so caught up in the euphoria, that he didn’t notice her standing by the doorway with a eyebrow raised.

“callie.” she called out, making him yelp and quickly sit up, sweater still pressed against him.

“….a-angel!” he blushed, hiding her sweater behind him and quickly standing up, “y-you’re home! I-I didn’t hear you come in!” his voice was high, clearly embarrassed.

she walked in, placing her purse down on the dresser, “I called for you when I walked in, is that-“ she points to the clothing behind him, “is that my hoodie?”

callie looked behind him, still slightly gripping its sleeve, before turning back to her with an awkward smile, “…no?”

if there was anything joel missed, it was the beach with the sun tanning his skin, the gentle breeze, and the wash of the waves at his feet. he didn’t think too far about the details, he just wanted to go on a date with his lovely girlfriend. after finding a nearby beach that didn’t have many visitors (he didn’t want anyone to freak out about a life-sized porcelain doll come to life), he got all dressed up in a cute black bikini and packed all of the essentials with a whistle, and quickly ran into a problem the second he got settled.

the sand was getting all up in his joints, and the gritty texture was grinding into the delicate porcelain of his skin. it wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was certainly uncomfortable to the point that the trip was cut short after just half an hour.

“ugh, this is bullshit!” he groaned. instead of the warm ocean waters, he was back in the haunted manor he had already isolated himself in for the past two years, lowering himself into the cold water of the massive stone pool in the basement. 

“oh come on,” you tutted. “it’s not that bad. it was expensive to have it cleaned, we might as well use it.” 

“it was only expensive because the guy was scared of this place and charged extra!”

“well, can you blame him? this place is creepy as fuck, even after we renovated it.”

“no, it isn’t! also, are you almost done with my limbs? i feel a little helpless here with nothing but my head connected to my body…”

you couldn’t help but giggle, “yeah, i’m almost done, give me a sec.” helping him clean up wasn’t difficult, but it could be tedious at time with how you had to wipe away any impurities and oil the joints to prevent him from getting stiff. once you were finished with his arm, you collected all of his parts and helped him reattach them. “better?”

“yeah, thanks.” his tone is casual and dismissive, but you know it means a lot to him that you were helping him out like this when he struggled to do it all on his own. “join me?”

“i thought you’d never ask.” you dipped your feet into the pool and took off the knitted coverup that slightly obscured your swimsuit below, noticing jowol's red eyes shamelessly trailing up your legs and curves that were accentuated as you submerged yourself into the water. “stop staring at me like that, you pervert. 

“i’m not! you just have really nice legs, i can’t admire your legs anymore? if anything you’re the pervert, you were looking at my tits the entire time we were at the beach! don’t think i didn’t notice just because i was complaining about the sand.”

you scoffed, “well, you’re always wearing that dress that covers up every inch of you, so i’m so sorry that i got distracted by your assets.”

“well, i guess that makes both of us perverts then.”

“yeah, but you’re still the bigger one.”