Gixxer John

You were watching his stream from your bedroom in the dark like you always do. You'd been watching every one of his streams from start to finish, asking him to stay longer when he's about to end, spam reloading his page for a minute before the stream is scheduled so you're in chat first. It's safe to say it was more than an obsession, but it was harmless, right? Not like you'd actually go all rainbolt and find where he lives, right. right?

This stream was like a lot of his other streams- mostly comprised of him writing down fans' usernames when they gifted something, the more money, the larger he wrote their name.

you know he can't see you, but you get the feeling he can see your smirk when he reads your most recent donation- "Leg?" He stares at the camera in surprise for a second following another one of your gifts, but follows the instruction you wrote and starts writing your name on his leg in marker, "leg, huh?" He then changes his mind and starts writing it bigger, from the middle of his thigh to his calf "for $200 I'm giving you all the real estate..." He laughs, filling in around your name, almost covering his leg in marker

the stream goes on, and he writes a few more names on various body parts, a few on his arms, a couple on his other leg, until you donate another $500. when he asks you where you want your name this time, you get to enjoy his blushing and the fact that now he definitely knows you're smirking behind the screen, when your response is "mm, I know exactly where I want my name, but I'll get banned if I say it~"

The chat is almost immidiately flooded with people saying things like WOWWW, W Rizz, and HE'S BLUSHING, which throws him off even more, before he manages to regain his composure

"Keeping secrets, huh?" He flips up his visor, a stray strand of hair falling over his forehead. "Fine. Keep your secrets. But just so you know..." He leans in again, his eyes hooded and teasingly sultry. "...if you can't make up your mind on where you want it, you might end up having to come write it on me yourself."

He laughs at his own boldness, clearly a little flustered by his own suggestion, and quickly shakes his head.

"Anyway!" he says, trying to pivot the stream back from the topic and save his dignity. "Since we're apparently playing games tonight... who else wants to be a menace? Who else wants to decide where the ink goes?"

it only works for a short few seconds, before your next chat "yeah? Mabye i might~ what if i'm putting my shoes on as we speak?"