warnings: this is absolutely fictional!! i have no idea what sitetampo was like before he appeared in tournaments
a/n: i love how this sitetampo guy suddenly became popular for whatever reason and now everyone's tryna find fanfics of him, including me
It wasn't written in your life to be dating an obsessed gamer.
In school, he was the kid that sits at the back of the class with his head resting on the table. People would think he's taking a nap but no. You saw him and the light flashing his face. He was playing video games on his phone. You weren't sure what game it was but by the looks of it, it seems intense. His fingers smashing on the screen to the point his shoulders were vibrating.
And when he finished the game, his head rose and he'll lean back in his chair, stretching while brushing off his bangs from his face, revealing the red dent on his forehead and some sweat.
You giggled a little but he heard it. He looked at you and you looked away. This gave a bad impression of you. He thinks you're one of those girls that laughs at him for being a certified 'loser'. But it was the opposite, you got giddy not just because of the redness on his forehead or the sweat, it was because he looked damn good when he leaned back to his chair with a sigh of relief.
The next day, he still had his head on the table. Still an intense game you guessed. You tried to get a peek of what game he's playing but it was hard to see it from your seat. You only saw bright colors from the screen.
And again, when he raised his head, his eyes made contact with yours and once again, you looked away.
He's starting to get uncomfortable with you meanwhile you overthink what game he's playing that was so intense for him.
And again, the next day, he played games like usual with that same concerning posture of his. But this time, you brought a napkin with you from home and approached him.
"Hey."
He looked up. His small eyes looked so cute to you even when they're hidden behind his bangs that you feel like you want to brush it away or cut it off because it seemed like it hurt his eyes but frustratingly, he looks so good like this too.
You put the fluffy folded napkin on his table close to the edge, where he usually rests his forehead.
"You're gonna get a dent if you keep sitting like that. Also, don't your shoulders hurt from that posture?"
"If I don't, I'll get caught," he said, talking about hiding himself for playing games in class, but he started to stretch when you mention his shoulders. He decided to ignore you and continue playing when you have nothing left to say.
"What game are you playing?"
"Brawl Stars."
"What's it about?"
He took his sweet time in answering this but his thumbs are smashing the screen before he groaned out as he raised his head again. You saw the word 'defeated' plastered huge on the screen. His look of disappointment on you did not go unnoticed.
"It's like a battle, match, thingy. Shoot other people down and be the last one standing."
"Is it fun?"
"Yeah, I guess."
But his actions were very contradicting to his words right now.
It's been years already since that day, and now he's in his fourth Brawl Stars Tournament. You never thought Brawl Stars was such a serious game to be put in as an eSports competition, not to mention live on TV.
But here you are, in the crowds along with other Crazy Raccoon fans cheering for his team. You can't believe how far he's gone from being a kid who loves to play video games in the back of the class to last year's world champion who once again entered for this year, placing 2nd after HMBLE. His team may didn't get the winning streak however, you're honestly still proud of him no matter what.
Back in your shared apartment, he already took a shower and landed in your also shared queen-sized bed next to you. His eyes wants to sleep but his mind and obsession wants to play games again. But of course, desires are stronger than needs. He chose his phone and propped himself on the bed with his leg crossed on the other. You watch him tap on the skull icon and flipped his phone in landscape. Your head found its way nuzzled in the joint of his neck and shoulder. His blond hair tickling your face a little, you can smell his shampoo.
"Is it fun?" You ask.
"Yeah." Ever since you're dating him, he has become more expressive towards you. He's not scared of showing his emotions, of how honestly excited he is to talk about his favorite games.
While he's on his first match, you quietly installed the same game on your phone and also flipped your phone to landscape. The familiar sound of the game company made him spin his head to your phone screen. He couldn't hold back his laughter seeing you finally picking up on the game he's been playing for years. He never asked you to play it with him because he doesn't want to trouble you but deep inside, he wanted that to happen; you and him on the same team.
He watches you instead, doing the tutorial until finally you can add friends so he tells you to add him. He invites you to the same lobby and you both played a few rounds. It doesn't matter if you sucked at it or are good at it, the action of you playing his favorite game—playing with him, especially—is what makes him love you more. The whole time, he had stupid a smile on his face that he couldn't stop himself.
c/w: gender neutral reader, sfw, domestic fluff, reader has long hair, reader is a bit of a menace, not beta read
a/n: i got all my information about sitetampo from his streams and japanese fandom sites but i'm not 100% fluent in japanese yet. so if you find something that i got wrong please tell me!
„How dare you?“
“Hm?“, Sitetampo looked up at you. You just came out of the shower now standing in the doorway from the bathroom to your shared bedroom. His thumb stops swiping on his phone, while his other hand was still roughly rubbing his freshly bleached hair dry with a towel, „was the hot water empty i promise-„
“It‘s not about the water, it‘s about this“ you point at the way he is drying his hair, pouting, „this is terrible. And your shampoo is terrible, and your conditioner is stretched with water!“
Sitetampo drops his towel, and it carelessly falls onto his shoulder, his mind racing why this was suddenly a problem. „I‘m sorry?“
„You should be“ you grumble, a little over the top, before walking back into the bathroom, carefully pressing your hair with a towel, to dry it without breaking.
Sitetampo stays seated on the bed before he decides to follow you, playing into your antics. He pops his head through the door, „babe, what exactly am I sorry for again?“
Without looking away from yourself in the mirror, you push your bottle of hair oil into his eyesight, „what it that?“ He looks at you confused. „That's it. This is what you are sorry for“, you pout again and start massaging the hair oil into your ends, hoping to soothe your hair that has been stressed from the dry air lately.
“I‘m super sorry, for not knowing what hair products you use?“ He tries with a small smile and stands next to you in front of the mirror. Picking up his hairbrush, an old plastic brush that has definitely seen better days.
Disapprovingly you look at that sad excuse of a hairbrush, “You are not brushing your wet hair with that thing right?“
“I always brush my hair with that“ even though he was aware of you just teasing, slowly your antics made him feel defensive about his almost non existent hair routine.
“And that's the problem, you rub your hair dry, you bleach it every month, you use the cheapest shampoo you can find and your conditioner is 90% water at this point. And it still is that healthy, and shiny, and pretty.“ you complain with just the slightest smile, no longer able to keep up the front, washing the leftover hair oil from your hands,
Your favourite laugh fills the room, „just let me get this right“, he smiles at you, finally getting behind your fake-pouty mood, „you are mad at me, because you think that I have nice hair?“
“No, I‘m mad at you because you have nice hair without trying.“ You finally turn to him now full on pouting again. „And that's just not fair.“
“You are so right, the universe chose the wrong person to give healthy hair to, it should have been you“, Sitetampo steps behind you, laying his hands on your hips, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror. His eyes are fond, as he takes in your appearance.
“Now you get it“, you fake whine, a little giggle in your voice.
“I‘m so sorry for having perfect hair“, his voice is teasing but soft, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your skin.
“You better be“, you take one of his hands in yours squeezing it for a short moment, „can I brush it? I have a detangler for wet hair. And maybe some leave in conditioner?“
You can feel him nodding in your back, and he squeezes your hips again, „i think I gave myself a bird's nest while drying.“ His voice low as he admits his hair care faults.
“That's why you should press your hair dry.“ You laugh softly and he does too as he joins in.
“Teach me next time?“ An honest request.
You're endeared by his low voice and soft gestures, „of course. Now sit down in front of the couch, I grab my things.“ A kiss is pressed into the back of your neck that makes all the little hairs on your body stand up. Before he slowly steps away from you walking to your living room.
You join him just a couple of seconds later, seeing SItetampo sitting on the ground before the couch, a gameplay video of a brawls stars match running in his phone, before he switches to his football game and then to some messages, back to the gameplay, his brain back on the search of constant simulation. Suppressing another giggle you sit down behind him. He straightens his terrible posture a little as you start spraying the conditioner on his hair. „Tell me if I hurt you, yeah?“ Your fingers are already digging into his hair, softly massaging in the conditioner. He mumbles affirmatively, leaning into your touch. His phone forgotten, as soon as you start to gently brush his hair. His thumbs still for once.
The process is easy thanks to the conditioner and the unfairly good state his hair is in. Sitetampo fully leans into the soft strokes of the brush. „Are you actually angry about my hair?“
You almost missed his quiet question, lost in thought as your work through his hair, „of course not. I‘m just teasing.“
“I would shave it off for you“, he offers and you are unsure if he is actually joking about it.
“Don’t, you love your hair, I love your hair.“ His hair is detangled and you instead softly massage his upper neck now, pressing your fingers into his shoulders every now and then.
“I love you more“, it was not clear if Sitetampo was listening to himself right now, or if his brain had already turned into mush at the gentle treatment.
The smile on your lips is soft, and your body feels warm, with affection.
“No shaving, just a new conditioner.“ You can‘t help but tease him just one last time.
“Deal, but only if you brush my hair more often from now on.“
can we have more sitetampo fics… w a fem reader who loves leaving lipstick marks on his face
genre: fluff, sfw
character: sitetampo x reader
It wasn't that he was totally opposed of the idea, but rather, embarrassed.
Peppering him with kisses would definitely mean you're going to baby him—with or without lipstick.
However, he already knows it's his defeat—as if the war ever began in the first place.
I mean, how could he say no to you, let alone kisses from you?
Under his "annoyed" grumble, he still obliged and sat still while you repeatedly put on lipstick to stamp all over his face.
When one lipstick turns out to be "kiss proof", you change back into one that doesn't.
Somehow the session turned into you grabbing all of your available lip products to test out if they were kiss proof or not, on his face. When you're out of room to kiss more, you turn to his neck, to which he got panicky; his neck is sensitive to your touch, especially.
"No more! Stop that," he orders. Well, it's hard to take him seriously right now considering he's covered in your kiss marks. But to avoid a fight plus to not make him upset since he never actually willingly allowed you to pepper him with marks, you don't do it.
"That's not gonna work," he says when he glimpsed at your pout. He admits he does feel bad that he kinda ruined the mood. He takes a hand mirror that was scattered along with your makeup and looks at his reflection. He already expected what he would look like but it still surprised him. He was completely covered!
But one spot didn't.
"You missed a spot," he says. You looked up to see him pointing at his pierced lips, all puckered up. He smirks when he sees you blush. He grabbed a shade that he likes and hands it to you. "Use this one on my lips."
warnings: again, fictional!! no idea how he's actually like
a/n: this is literally just my personal preference of his hair turned into story mode. i will not shut up about his 2024 hairstyle, especially that half tied hair TT
You always love your boyfriend's, Sitetampo's long hair.
The primary reason he kept his long hair was to hide his face. He's shy, you know that. But the hair suits him so well.
Especially his bleached hair with his natural hair colour peeking out from the roots.
And your favorite hairstyle of his is his half tied up hair. Gosh, he looks so gorgeous and handsome yet pretty and cute!
If he doesn't tie it up, you would take this opportunity to play with his hair—either you really want to play around and try different hairstyles on him or you just want to see the eye candy of his hair half tied up.
You'd do his hair sometimes while he plays video games and when some hair is tickling his face, he has a force of habit of brushing it off with both of his hands, giving it a little shake too, and you'd get mad at him for ruining your hairstyle. He didn't mean to, he didn't realize it.
He'd apologize immediately :(
Then, his head would stay as still as possible. Even having to sacrifice his arms by bringing up his phone to his eye level to keep his head straight so you can do his hair no problem.
The first time you asked permission to play with his hair, he felt awkward because he thought you were gonna judge it and ask when is he ever gonna cut off that long hair of his.
But when you played around so happily, he felt guilty for doubting you.
However, when you tied it up into two pigtails that time, he laughed at his new look but he hated it. So much so he banned you from playing with his hair for about a few months or so.
He missed it tho :(
The feeling of your fingers combing his hair but he really didn't want to see himself in pigtails again >:(
So, he'd nuzzle his head into yours, throwing hints at you to touch his hair again. And when you subconsciously scratch his scalp like he's some cat, he's celebrating for his success on the inside but he can't hide that smirk of his.
You'd once again able to play with his hair BUT he warned you to not make pigtails again.
Somehow, he's fine with silly little hair ties around his hair, but just not pigtails.
Also, one time you tied up half of his hair—just the way you like it—but this time with braids on the sides and GOD, he was so gorgeous and looked so ethereal you had to take pictures from every single angle.
wanna cuddle the bear, the bear in question : sitetampo
genre: fluff
a/n: i'm still obsessed with him. oh! and i was playing wuwa while putting his live in the background to pretend like i'm in a discord chat with him and his friend, and it felt nice! i don't watch his live but i just wanna hear his voice. would definitely do it again <3
He looks so cuddlyyyyy
You can't help it!
Every chance you get, you'd throw yourself onto him, not caring yet caring if he gets hurt from the impact.
Then you'd nuzzle your face into his hair or his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tight until he groans out an "owwwww!" in pain.
You'd loosen your grip and look up at him. He has a smile, wide, until it bursts open and his chest vibrates from laughter.
Gosh, you love your life-size, realistic, huggable bear.
Sometimes you would even throw yourself onto him when he's on the bed playing video games and hug him tight, taking a big whiff of his scent before getting up, leaving him still groaning in pain, to continue the things you need to do.
When he's washing the dishes or making something and his back is empty and tempting, you'd still hug him from behind and nuzzle your face in between his shoulder blades.
He'd jump from your sudden assault but his hand finds its way to yours and gives a few thumb rubs before he continues doing what he's doing.
When he's done and you're still attached to him, he wipes his hands and turns around facing you to hug you back. He walks forward while you walk backwards. He'll make sure you don't stumble and he makes his way to the sofa and drops both of you onto the soft cushion. Still hugging, of course.
If he has the energy, he playfully wrestles you around. Because he's stronger than you, he'll manhandle you like a life-size teddy bear instead.
Let's say you wanna tease him.
When you hug him from behind and he's left vulnerable, your hands sneakily went under his shirt to feel his stomach around. Either that, or you lift his shirt just to see his cute, subtle abs. Of course both ways end up with him abruptly leaning forward—bumping you a little too hard in the process, but that's the price you get—and pulling his shirt back down while laughing.
He'll turn around and try to do the same to you so you can understand how he feels. But that ends up with him tickling you because it was ticklish when you did it.
Most of the time, he really doesn't understand why you do it—like, why you suddenly jump onto him and held him so tight he couldn't breathe just to leave him alone again :(
OBSESSED WITH THE SITETAMPO FICSS!!! could you make one of him being shy into you kissing him?on the lips of cheeks or just you being clingy to him in general??? PLEASE AND THANK UUU:)))
genre: fluff, sfw
a/n: i am slowly but surely answering my asks 😀 and i love how we love to kiss sitei 🥺
It's hard to see his face get red but that smile he keeps trying to hide or trying to pull it back down into an unnatural straight lips is a hard giveaway he's blushing.
How could you not kiss his adorable cheeks? Or cling to him like a human size teddy bear? Or cuddle and snuggle with him because he's your boyfriend?
Oftentimes you think you're being annoying doing all this because he keeps pulling away from you.
Uh oh, seems like he gave you the wrong impression.
You see, he doesn't pull away because he hates it, rather he gets too shy to be under your grasp or kisses. He had to pull away because he has that stupid smile he's trying to hide because he wanted to act cool in front of you.
Sure, you don't mind if he blushes or being cute. You love it! But of course, he's still a man that wants to impress you!
You would even give him surprise kisses because you know for sure that would catch him off guard. He'll be playing games on his iPad while sitting cross-legged on the couch, focused on winning the match to even realize you were sneaking up behind him. Then, you plant a kiss on his cheek. It's either you walk away like nothing happened or you wait to see his head spins quickly to you.
But either way, he'd still turn around to see who did it even though he knows full well his girlfriend, a.k.a. you, who did it. It's just a force of habit.
When you make eye contact with him after the surprise kiss, you'll catch him smile before he turns away to continue with his match, still having that 'stupid' smile you love so much.
Sometimes, you would sit down next to him and just give him kisses the whole day. You know when mothers or grandparents would smooch their babies' cheeks and nom them a bunch of times? Yeah, you did that to him too. His cheeks are irresistible to nom them!
At first, he's okay with it. But after, he gets shy and a little ticklish so he pulls away. And you would misunderstand and he had to explain and pretty much, it's a cycle.
Seriously, when is he ever going to get used to these kisses? Not that you mind, of course.
stop im so excited for ur upcoming sitetampo content!! btw if u ever need ideas… maybe rivals to lovers where y/n is also a brawl stars e-sport player for one of the teams 🙂↕️ but thats just a thought😇 hope u have fun writing for him even if you havent known him for along time!!
-sitetampo anon🍥
genre: fluff
warnings: this kind of became friends to rivals to lovers, friendly rival-ish with sitetampo
a/n: i am having way too much fun
Let's say you are part of ZETA Division.
He was once a ZETA member but then he made his choice to join Crazy Raccoon and now, you guys became rivals.
In ZETA, he is a decent guy. Shy but fun to talk to. You saw his admirable skills and you have to admit it, a lot of times he has carried your team.
You have brawled against him for funsies/practice sometimes but never exactly brawled in a competition.
So, when it was a match between ZETA Division and Crazy Raccoon, you were quite nervous yet excited. You never thought a day would come where you and him brawled competitively to win the prize and the title of World Champions. It has always been you both winning together.
He made eye contact with you on the stage and he smiled. You were happy he didn't turn his back on you at all ever since he left ZETA. He still invited you in his lobby to play together.
Of course you return the smile.
And the match begins after you all have banned and chosen your characters.
With a few sets and scores, the results have finally revealed that Crazy Raccoon will be advancing to the finals.
You knew anyway, that he would definitely win and he was the MVP for the whole match. He was a formidable opponent and you really hate to admit that he's so good at the game that you felt like tears welling up for losing. And even more so to see Crazy Raccoon celebrating among themselves. Gosh, you aren't there. With him.
It was time to fist bump the opposing team and when it was to fist bump with Sitetampo, he saw your sad expression and immediately gave you a hug instead. But it was a short one, a few pats on the back and he moved on to your next team member to fist bump.
Backstage, he found you outside your waiting room.
"You did great out there," he says. He continues to cheer you up. But for you, his presence is enough. You missed that friendship of yours with him. It's not like it's gone, but in competitions, you both are rivals.
Years after years, you and him on stage are rivals. But off stage, you guys are best buds.
There have been times you won against him so you try to cheer him up like he did to you. But for him, he also doesn't need that. He already knows you're a formidable opponent and it was fun to brawl with you.
Days after the world's finals (and CR placing second), there is no way he's going to tell you this. But gosh, has he developed feelings towards you? But you're his friend and rival. Wouldn't it be awkward if both of you are dating yet rivals? And would you even accept his feelings?
Screw it, he'll shoot his shot. You never know.
After a celebration party you guys had and everyone's ready to leave, he stopped you. He asked if you had time and of course, you'd do anything to be with him.
Once he uttered his confession, your eyes widened. You couldn't believe what he said.
Your friend, your rival, the Sitetampo liked you back?
You couldn't hold back your joy and hugged him tightly. You feel his arms wrapped around your waist.
That night, he walked you to your hotel and he felt like he won.
More sitetampo fluff please... It's so hard to find any fanfic of him..
kissing his cheeks
genre: fluff
a/n: you asked, i will serve. hope you like his cheeks too!<3
His cheeks are so cute!
If you could, you would nom him right away, but uhh, you've done it before and he got traumatized.
So now every time you try to steal a kiss on his cheek, his trauma makes him flinch and avoid your sudden kiss because he doesn't want to be bitten again :(
He needs to hear you say, "I just want a little peck, I promise I won't bite." It doesn't sound all that convincing but he trusts you. So, he relaxes again and lets your lips smack dab on his cheek with an obnoxiously loud sound effect like those grandmas would do to their grandchildren.
Sometimes, you would pinch his cheeks. Sometimes even both at the same time.
Yeah, he kinda hates that but he's contradicting himself too. He loves it that you're touching him!
Really, he doesn't want to be reminded of his chubby cheeks but if you like them, maybe it's not that bad?
He quite loves it when you kiss his cheek so long. Gosh, he melts! The hair behind his neck would stand up, his ears get red and his lips tugged into a huge smile he couldn't hide.
It makes you kiss his cheekbones next :)
Which increases his heart beat and blood pressure even more <3
You would also like to hold his cheeks in your hands. Giving it a few thumb rubs, you would maintain eye contact with him thinking how much you love this boy.
When he meets your eyes, he sees the love in them and he quickly looks away but somehow the muscles on his lips tugged into a shy yet proud smile. He gets embarrassed when you look at him like that with your hands on his face, giving it care, opposite of your cuteness aggression kisses.
He likes the kisses but please, try to refrain from pinching, or biting, his cheeks too much. It hurts 🤕
