𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕆ℝ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝕋 - this fic is very much abandoned lmao
i wont update it again so uhhh yeah
𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚜 :) 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢) 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜!
𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕪...
"hello hello hello, chat! welcome back!" you warmly smiled into your webcam. "today will just be a chill stream, we'll continue our town-building on the server and maybe even raid quackity later." chat sped up at the mention of the boy, excitedly typing out things like 'BIG Q' and 'POGGERS' while your mods warned users for spamming. alex and you had been friends since his career kicked off, maybe even before then. you were a noticeably smaller creator than him, but it didn't bother you as much. your 100k fans were your sole motivation, but alex was more. he meant the world to you. he just didn't know that yet. "aaaaalright. and we're here! lets go find some wood for the town square."
goodgirlhalo gifted 5 tier 1 subs!
"thank you so much, goodgirlhalo! your username is super pog, by the way." your eyes landed on your screen again as you thought of alex. the username reminded you of how many beautiful mcyt stans there were around you. sure, you knew alex on a personal level, but just as friends. it was so hard to describe your feelings towards him. after realizing you went silent, you looked back into chat.
quacktitty: Y/N!!!! CHECK TWITTER!!!!!
"what? what's going on on twitter?" you mumbled. digging yourself into a hole and blocking it off, you clicked off minecraft and onto twitter.
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hot, searing pain shot through your chest. you winced. holding your tears back is harder than people say, unfortunately. "oh my god, guys! no way! alex met a woman?! and he didn't tell me?? that dick." you laughed. scrolling down a bit, you saw wilbur mention you. wilbur was like your brother, he was always there when alex wasn't.
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of course, being your online-brother had its downfalls. his senses never failed him, so when you gave even the slightest hint that you were interested in alex, he picked it up like a sniffer dog and never let it go. "haha, wilbur, you stinker. alex doesn't need my approval to be in a relationship! even sooooo... let's check out her twitter." you extended the word while loading up her twitter page.
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she, in her blonde, aestheticy, preppy lovely lifestyle made you wanna throw up. you weren't one to hate on people before even meeting them, but she was dating the man you loved. what could you say? "oh my god, chat! she is absolutely gorgeous! alex, you are a lucky fucker." you winked even though he just shattered your heart without knowing it. quickly yawning to cover up your glazed eyes, you typed out a response.
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y/nisgod donated 60$: hey are u ok you seem off :(
"aww, thanks for the concern, y/nisgod!" you lightly chuckled at how you were loved enough to have people put your name in their usernames. that cheered you up a bit, even though you were completely betrayed by your own cowardice. the cowardice that refused to tell alex how you feel about him before it's too late. "i'm okay, just a bit tired. pulled an all-nighter yesterday." a complete lie. how much longer were you going to lie to your viewers? to alex? to everyone? surely they weren't that stupid, they could definitely tell that you're dying inside. right? right? why can't anyone- someone just notice how much you were hurting? i mean sure, wilbur was always there for you, but he had his own problems. you didn't want to add onto that. "anyways, chat. let's get on with minecraft." you pulled up minecraft again and dug yourself out of that hole. oh how you wished you could do that in real life. how pathetic. a stupid block game has become a coping mechanism.
𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣
finally. you had hit your minimum stream time. now, you could throw things at the wall or stare at the ceiling while crying your heart out. "thank you so much for joining me tonight, chat! not only did we finish the town square, we finished two more streets!" what can you say? stupid block game was a goodcoping mechanism. "i will make a poll on twitter for who you want to join my smp soon. please take the time to vote on that. see you soon, bubs!" with that, you ended the stream and sent your viewers to alex. before you could even rationalize with yourself, you pulled out your phone and texted him.