jumpscare!
pairing: xavier x reader
summary: f's in the chat for popular gamer shen xavier, because if there was one thing both you and his viewers loved to do, it was make him suffer.
themes: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers lol, gamer! xavier, twitch streamer! xavier, gamer! mc, college! au, fluff, confession, first kiss, references to gacha systems and genshin impact, references to fnaf, one singular sexual innuendo/joke
word count: 5.7K
playlist: gam3 bo1 by seventeen, arcade by nct dream, video game lover
lyns notes: if you recognise this, no you don't ❤️ this is an old fic that i edited a little bit to fit our fav bunny, but if i stare at it too much i'll want to rewrite the entire thing so i left it at that. xavier is kind of a scaredy cat in this ik he's not usually but lets ignore that thanks 🙏🏼 this is me spreading my xavier plays animal crossing agenda one fic at a time.
Xavier blamed Jeremiah for his newfound RedBull addiction.
You had lectured him several times about the adverse effects of consuming the aforementioned energy drink, going as far as to mention how an excess of it could cause abnormal heart rhythm and even death. You knew your best friend was the worlds number one scaredy cat, so you had been almost certain that would have deterred him from having any more of it (because god knows Jeremiah was enough of a pain to deal with when he had a lot of it), but when you saw him at his desk taking a sip of what seemed to be his third can that day, you knew you had failed.
See, it wasn’t his fault, per se, or maybe that was just his terrible habit of deflecting and putting the blame on someone else. If only his friend hadn’t introduced him to the damned drink, he wouldn’t have been in this position. He caught your look of disapproval reflected in the screen of his monitor now that he had shut it down and grimaced, preparing himself.
“You’re going to die.”
He turned around in the rotating chair he had gotten for himself to face you, silently wondering how someone could look pretty while pulling a disgusted expression like that. You had come over to spend the day with him and maybe do a collaborative stream if the two of you felt like it, but he had a feeling that it would be pushed to much later in the agenda. As of right now, you were much too focused on informing him about his inevitable passing.
“Jeremiah hasn’t died yet,” he pointed out, taking a sip of the RedBull. He had never had much of a penchant for coffee, so this was a good replacement for caffeine. He needed it, given how prone to naps he was. The sweetness was a welcome flavour, unlike the bitterness that lingered when coffee was involved.
You were the exact opposite in that sense, adoring coffee with every fibre of your soul and insisting that it was healthier, even though that probably wasn’t true. That wasn’t the only thing the two of you were opposites in, and sometimes Xavier wondered if the two of you would have ever become friends if you hadn’t bonded over the fact that you were both twitch streamers, but even in that field, you differed. He preferred calmer games like Animal Crossing, while you preferred the ones with more action.
It was a wonder you got along so well with him.
You narrowed your eyes at him as you walked over, taking the can out of his hands and ignoring his protests. Then, you leaned down until you were face level with him, so he had no choice but to look at you. Stubbornness was ingrained in your nature, as was your fiery temper, which had resulted in the ever-famous ‘If I Swear I’ll Pull A Character’ series that you were known for. It was an expensive challenge to take on, so thank god for your steady income from Twitch and YouTube. The latter consisted of clips and moments from your live streams, which had been edited to be even funnier than they already were.
He had the same set-up, much like the other of your fellow streamer friends. If anyone told him that he would have almost a million subscribers and a loyal watch base when he was little, he would have laughed in their face. Life truly did lead you down the most absurd of paths, something you could testify to since it let you meet him.
“I don’t care about Jeremiah, I care about you.” It was funny how those words of yours had his heart stop for a moment, and it felt like he had to force it to restart so he didn’t die right there. That would have been extremely embarrassing, especially with all your talk about death caused by RedBull. He couldn’t have you being right, could he?
“Yes, ma'am,” he managed to croak out, eyes wide at the close proximity between the two of you. Looking away, he gave his long-gone gone RedBull one last longing look.
Y/n: 1. Energy drinks: 0.
Xavier also had no points, because he always gave them all to you. After studying his features for a few more seconds, you decided were satisfied with your actions and the result, collapsing on his bed and scooting back until you were resting against the headboard.
You would never understand how he could tolerate so much of the drink, seeing how sickeningly sweet it was. Other than the obvious health-related risks he was taking with having it, you also didn’t particularly want to deal with a Xavier on a sugar rush. You assumed it would be like what he was when he was drunk, except maybe a little more coherent and less clingy.
“I’d like you alive, thank you very much. Who else would I tease about being a wuss and force to play Slender Man with me?” You asked, getting a little fidgety. He glared at you.
He grumbled. “I am not a wuss.”
“Right,” you nodded as solemnly as you could, but your eyes were alight with mischief. “You’re a pussy. Not that you’d know, since you get none of that.”
Xavier scowled at you, the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks glowing crimson at your dig at him. You only winked and sighed, fighting the urge to reach out and mess up his mousy platinum blond hair. It was the result of an impulsive two am dye job done by yours truly. You had to admit, it suited him well. To be perfectly honest, you found everything about him attractive, though you refused to admit it most of the time.
Leaning back in his chair, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck before glancing at you. He recognised the signs, the slight pout on your lips, the way you slumped into his mattress a little restlessly. It was a little after 7 p.m., and the last time both of you had eaten was lunch, so it made sense.
“Hungry? I can order food.”
You nodded enthusiastically, realising just how late in the day it was. “Could I have-”
“The usual?” He asked, already placing the order and reading it out to you. A smile threatened to spill out onto your lips at that, and although it wasn’t the first time he had made it clear he knew what you wanted, you still found it endearing that he remembered. He looked up from reading the food order, eyes staring at you expectantly.
He had it down perfectly, down to even the drink you wanted (making sure to leave out any mentions of a certain damned energy drink for his own order). He read that one because he knew of your habit of sneaking a few bites from his, so he always made sure you were good with both.
You looked at your best friend for a moment, letting yourself smile affirmatively to confirm his assumption. He had always been this sweet, and you didn’t know what you would do without him because he was your constant, the one person you knew you could always depend on. You knew he would always catch you if you fell.
Part of you secretly wished he would catch you in a different way.
You were looking at him fondly now, making his breath catch in his throat. His glasses that previously sat snug on the bridge of his nose had slid down a little bit, but he didn’t bother to fix it. Your hair framed your face, and the small smile dancing across your mouth had him looking away. He got to his feet and mumbled some sort of excuse about having to check on something, getting out of the room.
Being in love with your best friend was tricky business, Xavier had learnt this over the three years of knowing you. Even worse, when you didn’t have much experience in the romance department, so at first he hadn’t even realised he harboured feelings for you.
It wasn’t until you showed up to his apartment when you heard he had been having a hard week before finals in his freshman year after he had worked himself to the bone, complete with a selection of bad comedy movies, marshmallows and every other unhealthy sweet snack one could have thought of, that he realized how much he cared for you.
The day ended without that collab stream, but instead, with you snuggled into his side as you stole a fry from his plate, watching as the movie he had picked played. You loved how simple and easy it was with Xavier; you didn’t have to pretend to be something you were not and vice versa.
Your response to him catching you red-handed at thievery was a guilty grin, one that had him rolling his eyes and pushing his plate to the centre so you could at least pretend to be more discreet. The squeal of happiness you let out was enough to have his heart skipping a beat, which he supposed counted as abnormal heart rhythm after all
TLDR; he was screwed.
“Ah fuck–”
You caught yourself quickly, cringing immediately when you realised what you had done. The chat erupted into laughter and emojis, declaring that you now had to pull on the latest weapon banner in Genshin Impact due to your profanity. You didn’t even want the weapon, and the banner itself was a royal scam, but these types of streams were always fun, so it was a good compromise.
Your main character fell to their knees and disintegrated into dust, reminding you a little of that scene in Avengers: Infinity War. Poor Xiao, the line ‘I don’t feel too good’ really did suit him well.
“Fine, fine,” you sighed dramatically, clicking open the wishing screen. Making money off your gambling addiction for characters was beyond weird, but it had all somehow worked out. You stared at the weapon in slight disdain, and then at the pitiful twenty primogems you had. The option of being a free and casual player had been lost to you a long time ago, and it didn’t seem as if you would ever go back to those roots.
“What if I just did one pull instead of ten at a time?” You offered, trying to strike up a deal with your viewers. You should have known better, because they were here only for the entertainment you provided, and your suggestion was instantly shot down. A familiar user popped into the chat with a message to taunt you.
lumieresux: do 10 coward
You scoffed, “Okay, Xavier, no one asked you.”
But your chat betrayed you again, overjoyed at his presence in your stream. Your dynamic and friendship with him were a well-known fact among the community; everyone loved seeing you two together and bickering.
spainbutthesissilent: xavier !!!! sylusessminifridge: qiqi main qiqi main qiqi main qiqi main qiqi main qiqi main qiqi main pipsqueaker: could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars childepspsps: do ten >:( lemuriayayaya: xavier is right ten is better userq3498: guys use code Y/n at checkout for ur gfuel order she needs it with all the pulls
You sighed, wondering if this was karma for all the times the chat had sided with you against Xavier in his streams. Leaning back in your seat, you stretched out your hands in front of you, cracking your knuckles as you mused over the situation.
“I’ll pull ten–,” you decided finally, already silently praying for your wallet and bank account (you were sure that your bank was always confused with the odd transactions made on your end). The chat jumped to conclusions, happy that you had given in to their wishes. Grinning evilly, you stared right at the camera.
“–If!” You paused for dramatic effect. “Xavier plays FNAF with me.”
You had expertly played the cards to your favour and earned the approval of your audience, who were all for this condition. The fact that Xavier didn’t have the best record when it came to horror wasn’t a secret by any means, and it was a weakness everyone loved exploiting. Sometimes, you felt bad, but his reactions were almost a little too adorable for you not to enjoy.
You raised a challenging eyebrow, waiting for a response from your best friend. You could almost imagine the shock on his face, the way his eyes would have been wide and his lips slightly parted in dumbfoundedness. He couldn’t have expected this to happen from any angle and was now trapped.
You promptly decided to make it worse by drawling, “Who’s the coward now, Xavie?”
Okay, so maybe the chat loved it when you called him that, and maybe they thought you were the cutest couple ever, even though you weren’t dating him. You had previously had to clarify that several times on the account of people genuinely thinking that both of you were together. It wasn’t a terrible idea, but you couldn’t have Xavier knowing of your massive crush on him, could you?
Absolutely not. He would probably make fun of you for it, the asshole.
lumieresux: thats copium
“It’s not copium!” You argued, moving your mouse to the single pull option. “It’s either this or single pulls. The only one that technically loses here is me, so why not just say yes? I have to buy more gems anyway.” You added the last part a little bitterly, wishing you hadn’t skipped out on the daily missions last week. At least you would have saved a little to do the pulling.
Xavier, on the other hand, was more distracted by the fact you had called him ‘Xavie’ while looking at the screen so triumphantly– it almost felt as if you were saying it right to his face. Having to sit through FNAF sounded terrifying, but letting you come out victorious sounded even worse, no matter how many times he let you win anyway.
Ah, but you see, this time his pride was involved. It wasn’t just you and him right now where he could give you the win just to see you smile in that pretty way you did (and it definitely wasn’t because he loved your smile or anything, that would have been way too cringy). This time, there was an audience, and that made it worse for him.
lumieresux: i hate u but fine
“That’s the spirit!” You cheered, converting some of your leftover crystals into gems you could use. “You heard it here first, folks, I’ll be playing Five Nights at Freddy’s with Xavier soon, so make sure you look out for that!” And with that announcement, you clicked and groaned when you saw that you got a five-star because you hadn’t wanted it this time around.
Xavier laughed aloud when it turned out to be Qiqi, mostly because your expression was priceless, your despair starkly contrasting the smug smirk you had worn only a few seconds ago.
sylusessminifridge: QIQI MAIN QIQI MAIN QIQI MAIN QIQI MAIN QIQI MAIN QIQI MAIN
You stared at Xavier in amusement, watching how jittery he had become all off a sudden. Having just about finished setting the stream up, all you had to do was actually start it but your best friend seemed to be else where, knee bouncing impatiently.
“Hey, you good?”
You asked this innocently, knowing fully well that he was not, in fact, good. If good was the destination, he had taken a wrong turn into the town of anxiety because that was what he was currently feeling. Swallowing thickly, he nodded meekly, and you beamed.
“Then let’s begin!”
You started the stream, settling into your own seat next to his. This time, you were in your apartment, and you watched as viewers trickled in, quickly switching to entertainer mode. You smiled, waving at the screen as the chat greeted him and you, overjoyed to see you two together after so long.
Now that it had begun, he couldn’t even decline it at the last minute. Xavier was sure he would never understand how you took so much joy in playing such games that were made to scare the shit out of you. It wasn’t like he hated horror games; there was just something so horribly unnerving about the animatronics in FNAF. He read a few of the messages on the chat, trying to take his mind off what would be coming.
“Today I’m here with Xavier!” You gestured towards your best friend, who shot finger guns at the camera a little awkwardly, earning a bewildered look from you. He shrugged, and you bit back a snort, pulling up the game for the rest of the viewers to see. At this point, he had no hope of avoiding this because he knew how the audience was. They found his pain funny, and that meant that he was stuck in a cycle of suffering.
“And we’ll be playing Five Nights at Freddy’s: Sister Location! This is personally my favourite game in the series, so I thought it would be a great one to introduce him to.” A mischievous glint remained to be seen as you stole a glance at Xavier, who looked very sceptical. Then, he looked at the screen and looked extremely worried.
“What the hell is that?” He asked, trying to sound as calm as possible because it would be extremely humiliating to seem scared right from the get-go. To be fair, though, the menu screen did look rather unsettling with doll-like figures standing one behind the other. The first was a female-looking clown, and if that wasn’t enough to tell him how the rest of his evening was going to go, then he didn’t know what was.
“That is an animatronic, she’s the main character of this particular game and even has a mini game thats hidden in the mechanics while you play!” You explained, clicking on the new game option. He always loved to hear you speak about something you were passionate about, so while it did barely anything to calm his rising nerves, it still managed to make him crack a slight smile. The chat was quick to notice the fond look he was giving you as you continued to speak.
“Oh, the lore too!” You distinctly remembered spending an entire night watching the Game Theory videos that were dedicated to the franchise. The theories that were spun for the game were wild, but so entertainin,g and you thoroughly enjoyed watching each one, even if it meant that you slept in and missed your first class that day. You still considered that worth it.
“Lore?” He asked a little hesitantly, and you nodded enthusiastically, grinning at the screen.
“Okay, guys, does anybody know of the lore? Because it’s insane like– it goes from murdered kids to soul juice and spirits haunting video games!”
You waited for a response from the viewers patiently, genuinely invested in the conversation. Responses started piling in and your eyes caught one, nodding enthusiastically, “Yeah! We should at least brief Xavie over here.” You turned to him, a giddy smile on your face that is wildly out of place with reference to the topic of what you were speaking about.
“So! There’s this dude called ‘Purple Guy’, right? He’s a murderer and kills a bunch of kids to turn them into like, soul juice to put into robots, which turn haunted, but then he somehow transfers his consciousness into old circuit boards that are used to make a game, which leads to a haunted video game.” You frowned for just a moment, “Actually, that last bit is irrelevant for this game, but the rundown is- murdered kids and haunted games.”
Jesus Christ. Xavier was horrified. If games were going to start getting haunted then that would be a very big problem for him considering playing those games was his job. Maybe it was time to actually focus on that Astrophysics major of his.
“Right.”
He winced when his voice cracked, and from the entertained look on your face, you had caught it. Biting back a quip over how he was going through puberty for the second time, you started the game and leaned back, getting comfortable in your seat, before you decided he was much too far away from you for your liking. Reaching out, you gripped the side of his chair, shot him an expectant look and attempted to tug him closer.
Understanding immediately, he pushed himself to be much closer to where you were. The screen of the game faded to black and then lit up again, showing that your character was in an elevator of sorts. The lighting was ominous and it flickered with old looking posters on the wall that sent a shiver down his spine.
“And we’ve begun! I think some of you guys will remember me playing through this for the first time a few months ago, and it took me a few streams to finish it in its entirety, so thats not our goal today! Today we’re just-”
“Here to make me suffer,” Xavier cut you off in a dry voice, but the look on his face did not match it.
You grinned, “Ditto.”
A few viewers commented about how cute the two of you were together, but you stoutly ignored those messages like you had done so many times before. It was easy now, but what wasn’t easy was pushing down the heat that rose so quickly to your cheeks.
The gameplay began, and you let Xavier take the reins. It was far-by the most entertaining thing you had seen all month, with him jumping at every little sound and detail revealed. Currently, you were laughing at his protests against doing something the game had instructed him to, leaning a little into your seat and his side as you covered your mouth with your hand.
Okay, so maybe the two of you were kind of adorable, and you maybe occasionally let yourself believe your chats delusions.
“You have to be careful during this part,” you warned when he had to manoeuvre the character through a dark room without being caught by the designated animatronic of that part. “I had to go through this sequence so many times I nearly quit the game.”
“Quitting sounds like a great idea,” he admitted, throwing you a pleading look. You shook your head, putting your arm around his shoulders and resting your head on it.
“Now, where's the fun in that?”
Right then and there, Xavier realised that you were a menace and nothing more. He glanced over at you for just a moment, only catching a glimpse of your hair. It was enough to distract him, though, because he was so preoccupied in trying to glare at you that he accidentally moved his character forward a little too quickly, and looked back just in time for a fox-shaped animatronic to jump at the screen.
The jaw of the robot unhinged, its eyes almost popping out of its metal sockets. Nothing could have screamed ‘bloodthirsty’ more than it did, and the sound effects that accompanied it were downright terrifying: a ghastly scream that faded ominously as the screen faded to black.
It wasn’t the only scream to be heard, though, because Xavier’s high-pitched one quickly followed suit as he jerked in his seat. Startled at the sudden movement, you froze when he instinctively wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer until his face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck.
Game Over.
You squeaked in surprise as he refused to move, clinging onto you for dear life. You suspected the jumpscare had been a little too much for him with the way he had yelled, and because you could feel his heartbeat with how he was pressed against you. Involuntarily, your own heart rate spiked.
Flushing slightly, you hesitantly placed one of your hands on his back and the other on his head, hugging him.
“You’re okay,” you muttered softly, momentarily forgetting that the stream was still on.”Hey, it’s over.”
“I hate you.”
You cracked a smile, “I didn’t think you would get that scared, I’m sorry.” Out of habit, you pulled away from his embrace and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His lips parted in surprise, and he shook some of his hair out of his eyes, suddenly aware of the lack of space between the two of you. You didn’t look away once, searching his eyes to see if he was really okay.
And then, of course, a twitch alert shattered the moment as a robotic voice read it aloud.
‘Now KISS’
You jumped for the second time that day, not truly registering the person's words until a minute or so later. They had voiced what everyone in chat had been dying to say the moment Xavier had turned to you for comfort, and now that it had been said aloud, the chat went wild, agreeing to this.
Your cheeks burned at this, and you detached yourself from Xavier, forcing a laugh that came off more nervously than anything. Your best friend turned pink, coughing into his fist as he looked away and back at the game screen that seemed to be mocking him right now.
“Don’t be ridiculous, guys,” you huffed, “He got scared–”
“–Surprised! I wasn’t prepared for it, which is why I reacted like that, but I swear I’m not that bad!” Xavier tried to defend himself to disguise his embarrassment and flustered state, giving you a reason to roll your eyes.
“Yeah, that’s exactly why you screamed like a little girl,” you teased, turning back to the screen
“Thats all!” He snipped, narrowing his eyes at you, before continuing more slowly, “We’re not like….that.”
The way he said it made something twist in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know why you had to force a smile after that as well, nor did you know why it felt like you were pretending to agree with that statement as you nodded. He had shut the idea down so fast it came off as him being absolutely against even the thought of kissing you, and that hurt just a little bit.
Clearing your throat, you leaned back in your seat, “Well! Considering Xavier is probably traumatised now, I think this is a good time to end the stream since it’s been about… two hours? Yeah, and we’re already at night three, which is pretty good progress!” You looked at him once again. “Thanks to Xavier for coming onto my stream, and if you’re watching this on YouTube, don’t forget to like and subscribe! Bye!”
You waved once again to signal the end of the stream, watching as the viewer count dropped to a little over a hundred. You ended it, making a mental note to edit out that entire section about kissing him, more for your sanity than anything else. After closing Twitch, you sighed and stretched your arms over your head, shutting your eyes.
“That was fun,” Xavier muttered half-heartedly, taking note of the awkward air that had fallen over both of you. Your professional facade dropped, and you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Yeah.”
Your voice was funny-sounding right then, possessing a far-away quality to it, like you weren’t paying attention to what you were saying. He knew you better than you knew yourself, so he immediately realised something was wrong, but before he could say anything, you got to your feet and walked away and out of your room.
Raising an eyebrow, he quickly followed suit, watching as you wordlessly got a glass down from your kitchen cupboards and poured yourself a glass of water. You were preoccupied, not mad, but it didn’t stop him from asking.
“Did I do something?”
You looked up for a second, and then immediately averted your eyes. “No, you didn’t. Thanks for actually going through with this, by the way.”
Why did you feel like this? It wasn’t the first time your chat had implied something was going on between the two of you, but it rarely happened when both of you were in the same room, and the way he had so swiftly denied any possibility of anything existing between the two of you left a sour taste in your mouth. It didn’t matter that you had done the same thing because you had only done so to mirror his sentiment.
“Something’s on your mind,” He observed, getting closer as he cocked his head to the side, silently questioning what it was. You couldn’t not look at him now, and you bit the inside of your cheek. “Wanna talk about it?”
Shen Xavier, your idiot of a best friend. You hate him, you love him, you would do anything for him. When you realised how scared he had gotten, you wanted nothing more than to kick yourself for being the indirect reason for it. You were in love with your best friend and didn’t want to carry around the burden of having to keep it in any more.
“Is–” You stopped yourself, hesitating once again, “Is kissing me such a bad thing?”
His eyes widened at your question because to him, it was the most absurd one he had ever been faced with (even more than that midterm he took, which was saying something). Of course, it didn’t sound like a bad idea, hell, he wanted nothing more than to be able to kiss you, but there was a teeny tiny little problem.
Xavier wasn’t just scared of horror games or ghosts (this one was definitely Jeremiah's fault). The thing he was most terrified, absolutely shit-scared of, was telling you he loved you and you not loving him back. It wasn’t just about being rejected; it was about being rejected by you.
He couldn’t imagine not being by your side, even if it was just as your best friend. The possibility of you not feeling the same way and things getting awkward was something he refused to let happen, and so he had never considered telling you how he felt.
But when he saw the way you looked at him right now, waiting in anticipation for his answer. Your eyes were almost sad as they searched his, lips pressed together in a thin line. When he waited for just a beat too long, you dropped your gaze, sucking in a breath. You shouldn’t have said anything; you should have just kept your mouth shut and not let a stupid alert from Twitch, of all places, get under your skin.
“It’s not.”
You blinked, “What?” “It’s not a bad thing,” he said finally, giving you a small, lopsided smile. “It’s never been a bad idea, it’s just– well, I thought that you–”
“Me?” You asked in bewilderment, voice going all high-pitched like it always did when you got defensive. “How on earth was it me?”
“You shut it down so quickly!” He argued in earnest, raising his hands to either side of his face. “But that’s not the point, Y/n, the point is that I would kiss you because I love-like–”
You didn’t let him finish the confession, which he was somewhat grateful for since that was not how he had ever seen it going. Instead, you leaned upwards and pecked his lips just to test the waters. He gaped at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You weren’t too sure where the sudden boost of confidence had come from, but you were glad for it.
“You’re supposed to keep your eyes closed during a kiss,” You mumbled slyly, and he scoffed.
“That was a terrible kiss. It didn’t even give me time to think about closing my eyes, let alone actually do it.”
“Oh? I guess you’ll just have to kiss me again, then.”
“Just say you want me to kiss you.”
“Excuse me? No way I’m saying that.” You shot him a weak glare, but the faint smile on your face told him all he needed to know. Dropping his hands to your waist, he tugged you closer.
“What if we agree to a truce?” He offered. “We both want to kiss each other.”
Xavier didn’t waste another second, pressing his lips to yours again. This time, he made sure to close his eyes when he wrapped his arms around you. Your hands found their place interlocked around his neck, smiling just a little into a kiss. Xavier could taste that peach lip balm you liked to wear (because strawberry was much too tacky for your taste) and was very aware of how you cupped his face carefully.
“I love-like you too,” You muttered, teasing him gently over how he stumbled over his confession when you pulled away from the kiss. He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. Relief filled him because he didn’t know what he would have done if you didn’t feel the same way. Probably would have blamed it on the RedBull and Jeremiah.
“That’s good.”
“Just good?”
He stammered, before whining when he realised you were pushing his buttons on purpose. “I mean– what exactly do you expect me to say here? Haven’t you put me through enough today?”
Your eyes shone, “I know exactly how we should commemorate our relationship.”
“Relationship?” He asked softly, before his eyes widened. “Wait fuck– I was supposed to ask you if you would like to be my girlfriend.” He cursed under his breath, “Please pretend I did that already. Go back to telling me how we should celebrate.”
You laughed, and it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard, almost as pretty as you were. Nodding in amusement, you rested your chin on his shoulder, the two of you swaying together to no music.
“To celebrate.” You started, cupping his face and grinning mischievously. “We should finish FNAF.”
He couldn't even hide his grimace. Celebrating the start of a relationship with a game about dead kids felt ill-advised, but one look at your beaming expression told him that you wouldn't see it that way. Still, he tried, "Would you consider Animal Crossing instead?"
You kissed his cheek. "Nope!"
Dear God. Xavier was going to need a lot more RedBull.
fin.
