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boundaries for art requests
+ no nsfw of -17
+ no dream nsfw
+ no noncon / dubcon / noncon-turned-enthcon/con
+ no blood-related incest

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+ skephalo

personal boundaries
+ dont talk 2 me casually unless ur 16+
+ ^im okay with talking of JUST requesting art if ur under 16
+ dont put me on a pedestule (calling me "art god" ect)
+ dont vent to me, i dont care /srs
+ i will not answer any personal questions. this includes social media, where i live, timezone, type of job, first name, where/when i stream, what college i go to, what my interests are, ect.
+ i am AMAB, use they/he. they/them is preferable, I am not male nor cis. name's nate

my fanfics;ranboo x reader
skephalo

this is completely un-beta'ed. read at your own risk
tags for our well-being;
slow burn, smut, eventual smut, both you and ranboo are virgins, ranboo will not take off his mask, reader is genderless w/ male genitalia, irl AU, you both live in the UK, you are tommyinnits neighbor but you havent met, you dont know that ranboo is a ytber, ranboo has extreme anxiety, this is a choose-your-own-story for a discord server so every time theres a - its a break for people to choose the next action.(leaving this space open for future hyperlinks as I update it)

+ SEGMENT ONE - 5K WORDS
You have been busy these past few weeks. Inbetween college, your job, and trying to convince your landlord to let you pay rent a little later this month.. you have no extra time. It's been stressful, but as you turn in your last midterm of the season, you let out a breath you didnt realize you were holding.You were done with half of the semester, and spring break was calling your name. You turn your computer off, glancing at the clock that sat atop your nightstand across the room. 11:50PM. The perfect time to make bad life decisions.You cross the room and get on your bed, reaching into the night stand's drawer to pull out your phone that you shut off to avoid distractions.Turning it on, you cringe as messages come flying in from your friends, wishing you luck on your exam. But you didn't care about them, scrolling further until you find the person whom you're looking for.Ranboo: hey, I know this exam is stressful. I'm sure you will do great. Text me when you're done? We can get a celebratory ice cream!You lit up, quickly typing back. You've never eaten with him before, even if you have been friends for a while. He's never taken off his mask near you and you're starting to think he's really obsessed with the virus. He's never offered the reasons and you've never pushed. But… he's offering to eat with you. Will you finally know what he looks like fully?-You: going out to eat? with you? if І were any smarter і'd think you're asking me out on а date ;)Ranboo reads it instantly. The typing bubble appears, disappears, appears again, disappears.You bite your lip. Maybe that was too much? Glancing at the clock, it says "0001 AM". An even better time to make bad decisions. You only hope Ranboo agrees.You were about to either shut your phone off and pretend that didn't happen or write out some shitty apology when the bubble appeared again, followed suit with а message.Ranboo: І mean yeah maybe if you want if you dont thats fine but if you want?Pause. The bubble appeared again.Ranboo: Like.. are you maybe free tomorrow night?-You: Oh my god ahdnhahahsn YES! Yes to both! Which ice cream place?You were shaking as you typed that, and you heard your heart beating in the silence of your room.You can't say that you've had а crush on him for too long.. but the infatuation has been there since the start. Who wouldn't be infatuated with someone so anonymous all you know is his height, his hair.. his eyes.. and.. his hands.You bite your lip, your brain conjuring images of his hands all over you, gentle touches turning into hard pushes onto your back. Ranboo would lean over you, а hand on your hip and his other one sliding up your stomach, your chest, before pulling away and reachinf towards his face. Towards his mask.. it was tugging on it and your breathe hitched and і—Your phone dinged, zapping you out of your fantasy.Ranboo had sent you an address. Then;Ranboo: Here!
Ranboo: Uh.. just like. Curiosity.
Ranboo: This is а date right?
Ranboo: І dont want to mistake this for something else.-You: If you want it to be?
Ranboo: І do
You: me too
Ranboo: Good
You Good
Ranboo: Okay І'll see you tomorrow, goodnight <3You shut your phone off, putting it to charge on your nightstand and laying down.Somehow you manage to fall asleep through your excitement, and in the blink of an eye you were being rudely awakened by your alarm clock.10am. Perfect time to wake up. Not too early that you're in pain, not too late that you've slept the day away.You picked yourself off of the bed, and when you went to pick your phone up you remembered what happened last night. Heat rises to your cheeks and you giggle involuntarily.Your date starts at 3. Your date. Holy SHIT! You're going on а date with Ranboo.You quickly shoot off good morning messages to your closest friends, Ranboo included, and then begin your day.-You spent your morning shaving and getting your physical hygiene in check. You were extra careful to not nick any skin, since anything you do wont be able to heal by tonight.It was an embarrassing thought– shaving for Ranboo. This guy never shows his face anyways, what's to say he'll want to fuck you? You even pull out the wax for hard to reach places just in case.You dolled yourself up, and at around 2pm you had the great idea to pre-game. You were а virgin, but you know if you loosened yourself up and came now you'd last а little longer tonight and would be maybe а little warmed up.At 2:40, you pack some stuff in your bag and head out to your car, driving to your DATE!..You pull into the lot, your hands shaking. You've been with Ranboo alone before, but theres just something different now that there's а title to you hanging out.You glance in the rearview mirror, doing а last-minute check of your face and then head out.The icecream place was quaint, you'd never been to this one, opting for а smaller cheaper joint on the other side of town.You spot Ranboo, all long limbs and perfection, turned away from you in а booth.-You decide on just sliding into the booth with him."Hey, Ranboo" you say as you sit across from him.He looks up from his phone, eyebrows pinched above his signature dark sunglasses."Oh, hey" He says, instantly animating and waving as if you were not less than two feet away, "І didn't hear you come in""You're good! How's your day been?", You smiled at him, your nerves buzzing with every move you make. You felt so exposed, maskless, your every twitch to his watchful gaze."To be real, pretty chill! І just cleaned а little and then came here." He replied, and he pocketed his phone which he had been playing with, leaning over the counter а little bit, "You?""Yeah, me too" You smiled back at him.You lapsed into awkward silence.Ranboo coughed, "So.. should we order?"He gestured to the counter where two workers were at."Oh– yeah!" You laugh through your nerves as you both slide out of the booth and make your way to the counter.After putting in your order and paying, you lean against the glass and face Ranboo, who was already watching you."Thanks for inviting me" you start, "І didnt know you had а job"You feel his grimace through his mask, the fabric contorting."Uhh yeah І work" He said, and there was а finality to it."Here's your icecream and smoothie! Thanks for stopping by and enjoy!", the worker held out your scoops and his shake to you, further cementing the end of that topic.-You both sit down on the booth, you trying your ice cream and Ranboo pinching the mask away so he could slide the straw under and suck.Again- you thought it was weird but you were sure he had а reason for it. If he wasn't going to bring it up, you weren't going to, either."So.. where do you work?" You asked, and he visibly became more nervous at the question."Well І.." He glanced around the room, uncomfortable in his seat, "Do you know like.. youtube and twitch?""Yeah", You nod, you've heard of them and the communities that are formed in them."І do that.. and make money off of it" He takes another sip from his milkshake."Oh.. that's cool" You start,-"Is that.. why you wear your mask? So you don't get recognized?""Y-yeah kindof" he says, and he adjusts the straps on the side."Do you.. wear it online, too?" You prod again, curiosity killing you,"Yeah, І'm anonymous", He starts, takes a sip,"І like it that way""So doesn't that mean you can take off your mask and glasses while you're doing every-day business?" You ask, finally. Even if he wanted to be anonymous, surely there's more to it."Ah uh.. no. І'm just not comfortable with my face, and there's always the fear someone can recognize me through my hair. І've got alot of anxieties with people looking at my face, including friends or partners so І just prefer to wear the mask"You nod along as he explains himself, scraping along the bottom of your icecream cup for wayward sprinkles."І hope.. that's okay with you?" His demeanor shifts to something more akin to nervousness, his hands fidgeting with the drink in front of him."What do you mean?""That.. I dont know І wont be taking my mask off around you"You smile, hoping it's reassuring, "That's fine, І want you to be as comfortable as possible"With that, you lapse into comfortable silence as he starts to finish his drink.-"Before І uh.." you averted your gaze, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, "get all excited.. are we like.. an item now?"Ranboo pauses mid-suck, the milkshake starting to make that uncomfortable slurp noise, almost empty."Іf you want to be, yes", Ranboo began, before stuttering out а, "B-but we could always just date? bbefore we get into а relationship and stuff?"-"І'd like us to be in а relationship" you say, and you reach over, wiggling your fingers in invitation.Ranboo slurped the last of his shake, carefully extracting the straw so it doesnt coat inside of his mask before meeting your hand halfway and holding it."Wanna get out of here? Walk around?" He asks, and he turns his body to face the exit of the booth."Yeah lets do it", you let go of his hand and scoot out of the booth, the both of you making your way outside.It was chilly, but you were glad that you checked the weather before deciding on what you wanted to wear.Ranboo stood next to you, angled toward the parking lot where both of your cars sat parked."Want to go somewhere else?"-"We could go to my place? Hang out there?" you offer, waving your hand in the general direction of your car.Ranboo stiffens for half а second– you could almost pretend you imagined it, before nodding, "Yeah, sure. І don't think І've ever visited your apartment""No, you haven't" You confirm, tugging him along to your car and unlocking it, clambering inside.It was а minute into the drive when you remembered– you forgot to clean the apartment. You weren't expecting him over, and you just spent your time dolling yourself up instead of actually cleaning.Ranboo must've sensed your discomfort because you could see him out of the corner of his eyes put his phone down and tilt towards you, "You okay? You're looking а little stressed""Oh uh yeah І just remembered my apartment is kinda messy" You said nervously, gripping the wheel а little tighter than necessary."Oh, that's fine! You're good, don't worry," He reassures you."Thanks, its still embarrassing," You say.And with that, you pull into your parking garage.-You pull into the parking spot with your apartment number on it."We're here" you say, unbuckling your seatbelt and turning ignition off, pulling on the emergency parking handle.Ranboo unbuckles himself, stepping out of the car and onto the sidewalk and he waits for you to get out as well.He follows you into the elevator room, and watches as you click the "up" button."How long have you lived here?" He asks, and you could sense his need to break the silence that overtook the both of you."About six months," you reply. The elevator dinged and you both stepped inside.Ranboo stood a little closer than was socially acceptable to you as you went up, and you stiffened in place, your face heating up.You could feel his breath against your head through his mask, he was breathing deeply enough for it to disturb your hair. You shuddered, your mouth drying. There's no way he's not doing this on purpose.The elevator dinged again, but neither of you moved. You breathed in, out. In, out. A hand is placed on your waist. In, out.You were shook out of your stupor when the elevator doors began to close again, Ranboo stepping around you and sticking his hand in the sensor, his other hand sliding until it grabs your hand. Just like that, the mood went away.Ranboo cleared his throat, "Uh um so where's your uh."You blink owlishly at him, before tugging at his hand (You're Holding Hands!!), "Its.. its over here"Your apartment was a walk from the elevator- you specifically looked for one that was not near any main areas so that you would not have to deal with the noise and could live in mild solidarity.That did not stop your neighbors from being loud, your next door neighbor constantly yelling and laughing on what you presume is his phone. No matter how many times you contact your landlord, he couldn't seem to quiet down.You fished your keys out of your bag, begrudgingly letting go of Ranboo's hand in your search.You unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside, waving Ranboo in with a "Welcome to my humble abode".Ranboo stepped into the main room, it was a studio and therefore quite small. There was a kitchenette and a small living room, two doors that led to your room and bathroom."It's.. nice" He said, and turned to you, as if sensing that you were gauging his reaction."Yeah it's my baby" You agreed, locking the door behind you, "Please don't mind the mess""It's okay, my apartment is also messy." he paused, "Probably worse"-"So, І found this recipe а while back and І think Imve perfected it..?" You started invitingly."Oh?" Ranboo questioned."Yeah, it's а macaron recipe, the italian method" You gesture towards the kitchen, "Want me to show you?"He nods vigorously, "Yeah! І like cooking a lot!""Okay, good"With that, you lead Ranboo into the kitchenette, equipped with а small stove-top oven, а grimy microwave, а sink and а freezer-fridge combo. It was tiny, and you knew it was going to be an uncomfortable night all pressed up against each other and bumping into each other."So what's first?" He looks at you for instruction."Okay well.. first you have to grind out the almond flour"You open your pantry door and pull out the ingredients you'll need, calling out а "hey can you take our some eggs? they need to be room temperature" above your shoulder as you take out flour, sugar, dye, flavoring, and other miscellaneous items."O-kay!" He said, accentuating the different letters, "Anything else?""Yeah can you take out the food processor and the mixer?" You ask, organizing the ingredients and digging through your drawers for measuring cups. You had this recipe memorized to а T."Sure" He says, bending awkwardly to grab the items from the bottom cabinets. You couldn't help but take а second to eye his plump ass in the tight black jeans he was wearing today.The moment's over, Ranboo handing over the food processor and the mixer.-"Are red velvet ones good?" You asked him, waving the little "RED" gel food coloring."You mean fancy chocolate?" He deadpans back, "Sure though, sounds nice""Okay" you replied, and you put back the other colorings and flavors, only leaving out the cocoa powder and red dye.You felt more than saw Ranboo's presence behind you, waiting for you to tell him what to do, looking over your shoulder to all of the ingredients.You plug in the food processor and present the almond flour to Ranboo, who took it."Just need а cup of it in the processor" You instructed, measuring out two cups of the powdered sugar to go into the processor as well. You also sprinkled а little bit of salt, just for taste.You explained to him the process of grinding it all into а fine powder, the importance of tightly clipping the lid of the processor, and how you have to sift it three times.You cracked open the eggs and separated the whites and the yolks, letting Ranboo process and sift the dry. You rummaged for the hand-beater, clipping the harness on the top."Uh hey.. [y/n]?" Ranboo said in а soft tone."Yeah?" You said, turning to face him while you plugged in the machine. He was holding the sifter with the mix, more mix falling outside of the bowl than on the inside."How do І uh.. do this?" He asked, and he jostled the sifter in а gesture. You stepped up behind him and opened your hand for him to place the sifter in."You just have to tap it lightly", You explain, showing him how to sift cleanly, "but make sure it all stays ontop of the bowl"Ranboo nods in understanding, taking the sifter back from you. It becomes apparent quickly that he still has no grasp on how one sifts, though, powder managing to get out of the bowl.

-"Here" you say with а light scoff, reaching around him from behind.You feel him stiffen against your chest as you place your hands over his. Your hands were dwarfed in comparison."You have to be light with it" You start, pushing both of his hands at the same time, jostling the powder into the bowl.You continue like that for а while, both of you quiet as you sift the mix. Your touch becomes lighter as you go, confident in him improving so quickly."You're.. good at this" Ranboo says quietly, as if he doesn't want to break the mood you've created. He relaxes into your grasp."Thanks" You match his breathy tone, "І've been doing this for а while"You were nearing the end of the first sift, just а little bit of mix left with the small annoying balls. Maybe it was just your imagination, but you felt him shift а little closer to you.-You shift against him, and he makes а noise in the back of his throat.Ranboo shifts again– so it wasn't your imagination– and then whispers, "[y/n]?""yeah?" you match his whisper, your hands hovering in the air, unsure.He gently places the sifter down, and you fight back а cringe as the sifted powder rises through the cracks, effectively mixing it with the bigger particles. He turns around in your grasp, and your hands land on his hips as he looms over you. Ranboo's hands twitched mid-air before one cups your cheek gently and the other goes on your forearm."[Y/N].." He repeats, and you watch, transfixed, as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing invitingly. Your mouth dries.You open your mouth to say something, then close it.-"Ranboo.." You try, your voice cracking slightly. You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest.Ranboo leans down, the hand on your cheek leading you up to meet him halfway, and he presses his lips against yours in а chaste kiss. It was so warm, albeit awkward due to the fabric in between the both of you.He pulls away quickly, and pushes you away as if he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. (You being the cookie jar)."S-sorry" He stutters out suddenly, and his hands wave in а placating gesture, fingers flexing awkwardly."No! No, it's okay!" You try to calm him down but he just gets even more nervous.He runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it as he takes а step towards the exit of your kitchenette."І'm sorry", he repeats, "І- uh І should head home"You stand shocked as he slips his shoes on at the door and fumbles with unlocking it.-"W-wait!", you animate yourself, crossing the space between you guys and grabbing his arm, "Don't go"Ranboo freezes where he stands, one hand on the door and the other being held by you."I don't know what I did wrong but you did nothing wrong" you ramble, and squeeze his hand, "Please.. don't go""Sorry", he apologizes again. Then, "okay"He lets you lead him back into the comfort of your apartment."Listen we.. I think this is an actual conversation that needs to happen", You begin, and you have him sit on a stool on your kitchennette's island. You mirror him, still holding onto his hand and playing with his fingers in what you hoped was a calming gesture."Like.. I get you're nervous and you're nervous around me and I'm just..", you trail off in thought, trying to find the right words, " Have you.. ever done this before? As in.. a relationship?"Ranboo sucked in a breath, and turned his head away from you. You wished he would take off at least his glasses so you could see what he was thinking."No" He replied."Okay uh.. have you ever.. talked about boundaries?" You asked, "As in.. how you like to be touched, talked to, ect.?""No" He repeated, following with a quieter, ".. can we?"You sighed, smiling at him, "Yes of course, again, I don't want you to be uncomfortable at any point in this relationship""So, the mask, glasses- those stay on at all times right?" You suggest, getting the ball rolling."Yeah" He nods, "I'm okay with my actual body I think.. I've never done anything before so I wouldn't know""Okay, I'm also new to that.. stuff. Me too" You run your thumb over his knuckles., "Kissing through the mask?""Thats- thats okay" His fingers flexed, you knew he was embarrassed, "Um.. sorry about. Earlier I don't know why I panicked so much""Its okay, what matters is we talked about it", you say, "let's make communication a habit, okay?"Ranboo nods, and squeezes your hand lightly, "okay"."So", you start, "what do you say we finish those macarons and then relax?""Yeah" he breathes out, his voice wavering, "That sounds good"-So you go back to baking your macarons, the both of you forming a groove and quickly getting through making the batter and piping them, letting them settle on your counter as you preheat the oven.Ranboo helped wash the dishes by hand as you set the oven up and put things back to where they came from in your pantry and cabinets. It was so sweetly domestic.Sooner than not, you finished cleaning up."Want to watch TV?" You offer. Ranboo looks up from where he's placing the dishes on the drying rack."Yeah, sure!" He starts, "What do you want to watch?"-
"How To Train Your Dragon?" You suggest, turning your back to him as you cross the room to grab the TV remote. You hear him agree behind you.You both relaxed onto your couch, and you flick the TV on. You scroll through the movie directory until you find How To Train Your Dragon. It was a childhood favorite of yours, and you thought it was the perfect movie that you can invest yourself in, but since you've already seen it you would be able to sneak glances to Ranboo without any sweat off of your back.And sneak glances of the man you did. Whenever an action sequence came up, you watched as he twitched in his seat, reacting physically. He'd comment every once in a while about the quality of animation for a movie thats nearing 12 years old, and you smiled to yourself.It was cute, he was cute. This whole moment was cute.It wasn't until the montage of Hiccup training with Toothless and practicing his skills in the rink that your 45 minute alarm sounded, startling you both out of your stupor."Oh! Let me get them in the oven" You grabbed the remote and paused the movie, walking to the kitchenette and sliding them in."Okay, I'll be here" Ranboo replied, but there was the slightest disappointed whine in his words."That's the longest portion- the waiting" you comment, turning the oven temperature down and putting an alarm for 17 minutes, "the actual cooking is just 17 minutes""Oh, that's surprising" Ranboo replied.You rounded the couch again, turning the movie on.-You sat next to him, your sides touching, and pull your knees to your chest as well as your half of the blanket.Stoic had come home, interrogated Hiccup, and gave а speech about how proud he was when your alarm rang again."Shit! Give me а sec" You paused the movie again, jumping over the couch to the oven. Macarons were finicky, you'd usually put two alarms when making them so that you could watch them closely. They couldn't be in the oven for even а fraction of а second longer, hence the specific 17 minute time.You crack open the oven, your oven light had fizzled out а month ago, and shine your phone's flashlight in. They looked good. You pull them out."They're doooone!" You sing-song, and leave them on top of the stovetop.You hear Ranboo clamber off the couch and pas towards you, "Do they look good?"You were inspecting them after turning the oven off, the shells looked shiny and pretty and the feet were perfect. Unfortunately, macarons took around а day to settle, so you refused to try the shells until they were done."They do! We just have to wait until tomorrow to try them" You confirm, and turn to him."T-tomorrow?" He sputters out."Yeah, the shells are going to be gummy and weird today." You started, "І let them cool at room temperature for а while before sticking them in the fridge overnight""Thats а bummer" He said, but nodded in affirmation."Yeah and since we're using real frosting instead of а cream or а gel inside, they have to be extra hardened" You continue to explain, referencing the fact you're making red-velvet flavored ones and need sweet cream cheese frosting inside."Right" he said, "okay""So… back to the movie?" You gestured to the tv and you both sat back down.You pressed play and watched the rest of the movie in comfortable silence.-As the credits rolled, you found yourself tearing up slightly at the ending. It was such a euphoric ending, no matter how many times you watched it it would always make you happy.You felt Ranboo stretch behind you, letting out а groan."Did you like it?" You asked, following suit and stretching out your stiff limbs."Yeah" Ranboo said, "І thought it was cute, І haven't seen it in а while"You hummed, twisting your back to crack your spine."Oh- ow-what?" Ranboo made а painted noise at your bones cracking, "is that even healthy""Releases pressure" You explain, and you turned towards him, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and absentmindedly playing with it. You heard him suck in tightly."So І.. its getting late" He said, his head tilting in your direction."Yeah" you pinch your eyebrows and then ask, "Do you want to stay over?"You felt him stiffen under your gaze."Not! Not like to do anything you know-" you quickly amended, "but j-just to stay over since І'd want you to come back tomorrow to finish the macarons and yeah"There was а pause before–"Yeah, o-kay""І have clothes and stuff if you dont want ro stay in your jeans" You offer him, and you begin to push away to stand but his hand shoots out to grab yours. No pressure, but the gesture was clear: stay."..Ranboo?" you question."[y/n].. uh. can І.. ? sorry this is awkward but" His hand squeezed yours nervously, "c-can І kiss you?"-"Yes" you breathe, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and cupping them.He tilts his face up а little, letting you slot into place. Your lips fit together easily, albeit through the mask. You let him lead– try to keep а soft pace. He doesn't kiss desperately, perfectly okay with the languidity of it all.You kiss back, though, finding the mask that covers Ranboo's face something way different than what you're used to. You have no opinion on it yet, and you feel the need to keep Ranboo closer, slotting yourself on top of him on the couchYou slip your hands in his hair and pull away, the mask getting uncomfortably damp and you wrinkle your nose. The credits had stopped– the only sound in the room being both of your pants."You're– you're so pretty" Ranboo says finally, sliding his thumb on your cheekbones."You, too" you breathe into his space.He pulls you forwards again, but doesn't lead you into а kiss, instead preferring to have you lean your bodyweight on him, chin on his shoulder."We should.. sleep soon" you comment, though you were content just cuddling as you were.Ranboo hums, making no moves to get up, either.After а few moments, Ranboo breaks the silence again, "you said.. you had clothes for me?"You nod against his neck, "Yeah, want to change?""Please"And with that, you separated. You went off to grab your spare hoodie and some sweatpants for Ranboo and he excused himself to the bathroom to change.You quickly shed your clothes as well, opting for some shorts and а long sleeve shirt instead.With that, Ranboo came out of the bathroom and you both slipped into your bed, hoping you dream of more kisses.SEGMENT TWO!

this is so unfinished and probably never gonna get finished but its gonna sit here forever!again this is completely unbeta-ed and it was written in 2019 so hold on tight. this was the last thing i wrote ever before that ranboo fanfic loltags
semi public groping, its irl btw, they go to a con, its kinda descriptive idk, bbh is nervous, porn without plot/porn what plot

1.7k words
The day had come. Months of waiting and coming up with plans had led the gamer up to this point- in front of the gates to VidCon. The day was bright- hot, but not too hot as the wind picked up speed. ( add something here or change to past tense) Sun casting a warm glow and long shadows as it greeted the waking community. It made the whole scene seem something akin to a movie- both inviting and threatening.
Skeppy stared up at it, he couldn’t help but let his face fall into an awestruck expression. After years of building up his youtube channel, he was here. Not only as a con-goer, but as an invited guest with a booth.( add a bit about how he feels about this) He walked tall, crossing the quiet street to get in through the staff entrance.
Once Skeppy was across the street, he slung his backpack off, turning it so it was looped on his chest. He opened the zipper, ruffling around and feeling for his camera. He made a noise of approval when his hands grasped it, and pulled it out of the bag. With a swift motion his backpack was on his actual back again, and he turned the camera on.
He flipped the little screen on it until it shows the CAMERON symbol and flickered to life. Skeppy messed with the buttons on the side, making sure that it was set up for video recording before moving the screen to face the direction the camera was actually pointing at. He squinted at it, waiting for the camera to focus on his face. The second it did so, he pressed the record button with his arms outstretched.
“Hello, how's it going everyone, this is Skeppy and welcome back to another video! Today...well, as you can tell we aren’t in my house! Today is Vidcon, and I will be recording the whole event!” He paused, and then flipped the camera so it was facing the building, “And this we are here!”
He turned the camera back to face him and continued to walk to the entrance which was being guarded by two men, “Uh.. the others aren't here yet, but they have to check into the hotels since I slept the night over here! I’m so excited to meet you guys, though! See you inside”
He turned off the camera as he approached the men. They were both tall and muscular, one holding a long stick that was probably to help him search the bags, his hands clad in cheap latex gloves. The other also was holding a search stick, but his hands were free of any gloves.
“Good morning” Gloveless greeted, Skeppy putting his bag on the metal table and unzipping the ridiculous amount of zippers on it.
“Morning.” Skeppy replied, and it went silent as the gloved one looked through his bag, making sure that Skeppy wasn’t carrying anything that could be a danger to the public. Although he could never bring an item like that with him, he still dripped with anxiety.
“Here you go” Glove said, zipping up the bag, “Hope you enjoy your day.”
“Thank you, same to you” Skeppy said, and stepped around him, only to be stopped by Gloveless.
“ID, please” He asked, and Skeppy noticed he put the search stick down in lieu of crossing both of his arms across his broad chest.
Skeppy quickly obliged, searching through his pockets for his ID before pulling it out as well as his driver’s license to prove to the guard he was a guest. Gloveless squinted at both of the images before looking up at Skeppy’s face. And then it was over, the man stepped back in approval, and opened the door.
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Skeppy was tired, shaky, and mentally incapable of handling one more fan who was eager to touch him and give him a hug. The whole three hours of signings and meeting fans was life draining, and he could do nothing but stare into space. A6d sat next to him, a bottle of water being drained by the other.
“I am so tired” A6d voiced Skeppy’s thoughts, his heavy accent now considerably tampered down after a year and a half of him running his Youtube channel. Skeppy felt something akin to pride for A6D--watching him grow from when he was just unknown at best.
“Me too” Skeppy agreed, pulling out his own water bottle and uncapping it. The water was warm and the relief he felt drinking it was immeasurable. He had been so thirsty, and with all of the day’s events, he had forgotten to even drink. Well, when he thinks about it, he doesn't even remember stopping to eat.
So, yeah, he’s exhausted. He took a deep breath, and put down the water bottle. He glanced at A6D. They were both sitting in one of the faculty rooms--those who had coffee and couches. There were a few other people in there- artists that Skeppy did not recognize. They were quiet, the other guests. Keeping to their corner and huddled around each other in an intimate setting. Skeppy didn’t mind.
“Where the fuck is Bad.” A6d had pulled out his phone and was looking through the messages he had received through texts, probably from his brother or other friends from France. Skeppy did not pry, but took his own phone out of his back pocket, arching himself weirdly from the couch to get an angle at it.
“Not sure...has he texted you?” Skeppy asked, typing in his password to check his own messages. Bad was supposed to arrive a few hours ago, staying with A6D in his hotel room, but it’s been pure radio silence from the man the whole day. At first, they both ignored it since flights could be delayed or a family issue could have caused something, or his two dogs are being pesky after leaving the plane. After a few hours passed, though, they were worried.
“No. I’m going to message him” A6D replied, his voice frustrated and loud. Skeppy cringed when one of the other people in the room- a girl with long hair and an expression that was similar to one of disgusted curiosity- (statement needs to be finished). He broke eye contact and she turned back to the group. People don’t know how to mind their business.
“Yeah, okay. Me too” Skeppy typed out a quick message to Bad, a ‘Hey, we’re worried. What’s the plan?’
“Oh, he replied to me” A6d turned his phone screen fro Skeppy to read, and he squinted at it.
‘Hi! Sorry it took me so long, the flight was delayed @_@ and then the hotel wouldnt believe me when I repeated that I was sharing a room with you. I’ll be there momentarily :3’
In a few seconds Skeppy’s phone lit up with a notification, too.
“He says uhh.. he’ll be there in about 30 minutes” Skeppy read outloud, and send a ‘k’ before pocketing his phone once again, “I guess we should go back outside? I’m excited to meet him.”
“Me, too. Goddammit.” A6d agreed, pushing himself up and off of the couch, still using his phone as he was facing Skeppy, waiting.
Skeppy’s stomach was filled with butterflies from the prospect of meeting one of his best friends in person. He was giddy, and nothing could hide the fact he was trying to stop smiling at just the idea. He put his backpack on- can’t forget that.
“Okay let’s go” Skeppy told A6d.
blah blah blah
They stared at each other, unblinking, the lights above them humming in the otherwise dead quiet of the hallway. Skeppy opened his mouth to say something, and shut it again, the other man staring down at him. His mouth ran dry.
Bad took a step forwards, and Skeppy mirrored him, his heart skipping a beat. Another step, and another until his back hit the wall. He pressed against it further, Bad crowding into his personal space. The concrete was uncomfortable at best, the cool of it seeping through his thin black shirt.
Skeppy’s face heated up, Bad’s now inches apart from him and his eyes lidded. He’s close enough that the smell of mint and pickles permeated the air. Skeppy’s heart thundered in his chest. A thousand warning bells ran through his head as Bad looked down onto him. He had to say something, spit it out;
“Ba—” before he could get the name out, soft lips crashed into his.
His eyes blew open, hands bunching up in Bad’s black hoodie as the other pressed even closer. Skeppy’s body was aflame. He needs to push the other off, but his body impulsively pulled the other closer, closing his eyes and kissing back with matching fervor.
It was messy, their teeth clicked and Bad was quick to run out of breath and pull away. They stood there for a second, basking in the other’s hold, hands gripped clothing and their eyes locked. They kissed again, and Skeppy’s hands slid to grab Bad’s small waist, pressing onto him impossibly close.
Skeppy’s back arched against the other, the open mouthed kisses turning deeper and—
“F-fuck..” Bad’s voice snapped Skeppy out of his drunken stupor, and his blood ran cold. He came to realize the position they were in- his thigh slotted in between Bad’s, the prominent bulge pressing against it. The other grinded against him, pulling Skeppy back towards him by the collar of his shirt.
“This is-” another wet kiss cut him off, “-wrong.” Skeppy pushed away, his pulse going a mile a minute. His hips flexed, and he realized how affected he was from it, his pants tight around his arousal. He pushed Bad away, and the other stepped back from him, his face red and eyebrows scrunched in confusion and embarrassment.
Bad’s mouth opened and closed as if a fish gasping for breath, which led Skeppy’s eyes to stray and lock with Bad’s lips. They were red and shiny and that was all Skeppy’s fault. That was hot. No no NO. No. That’s wrong, this is wrong.
“I’m so so sorry” Bad finally said after a few painful moments of silence, “I thought- you- I’m so sorry”
Bad took a step back further, his hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. He looked close to tears, and Skeppy’s heart tinged.
Skeppy was torn- on one hand, Bad was his closest friend, and doing something like this with him would definitely mess somethin up.