Sorry if my danny gets OOC

You entered your room, slapping the door behind you, and tugging your shirt up. The way you felt had become unbearable as you pulled your shirt off and unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them off and leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor and sitting in your favorite chair. A bit of sweat rolled down your face, as you spread your legs and reached your hand down... to turn on the computer tower that was oh so inconveniently placed. It was Friday night and you needed to start your live stream.

Your live streams weren't much, just you doing random things. Like drawing or cosplay or gaming. Basic live stream things. Very simple. But people watched. Mostly friends of the family that loved to support you, or random people who saw the name of their favorite anime in the cosplay section. You were a very simple person really, nothing extravagant, but it was worth while. So logged into Twitch, grabbing your shirt you had draped over your chair before you left that morning. It was very comfortable, and much less revealing than your work shirt. You decided tonight you would take some drawing requests, getting your pencil and paper ready. You started your stream, your little group of about 20 quickly joining, requesting things. As the night winded down, you had drawn a good amount of things, taking up quite a few sheets of paper and at this point you were just shooting the shit with the people that were left. You yawned about to end your stream, when someone whose username you hadn't seen before joined the chat.

Hey

Are you still drawing stuff. I know I'm pretty late but I just got off work and I have a request.

You yawned again, picking up your pencil.

"Sure. What you want drawn?"

Do you watch game grumps? I want Danny from game grumps.

"Oh this'll be a blast, he's so easy to draw!" You smiled, before laughing a bit. "Mostly cause I draw him all the time. He's so cute isn't he."

Yeah, hes really hot.

You knocked out the drawing quickly, earning an "OMG" of approval from the person who requested it. You grinned.

"I think I'll draw him some more." And you did, filling up quite a few pages before falling asleep at your desk, the live stream only ending when you accidentally bumped into the mouse closing all your tabs. You woke up to the sun coming through your window, sitting up to a pain in your back, and feeling giddy about the amazing Danny drawing scattered across your desk.

He really was hot. In a dorky sort of way. You were glad you made a girl happy. You laid in your bed and yawned again, feeling so tired after that uncomfortable awakening, and short nights sleep. You were contemplating live streaming again tonight, as you shut your eyes for just a few more minutes of rest.

You woke up to your phones alarm, and went about your regular Saturday. You cleaned your apartment, looked for a new place, and had a couple of drinks with some friends, before coming home and slipping off your skirt for another round on the computer. Things on your legs, and being home just don't mix, right?

You started your live stream, going about your regular business, drawing for a second night in a row, when you got another odd message. From a very familiar name.

Game Grumps: Hey. Can You draw us?

You nearly died laughing. Someone from Game Grumps was watching your Live Stream and enjoying your art.

"Sure thing, chicken wing." You laughed, getting out your pencil and paper, knocking out the drawing lickety split. They seemed please, thanking you a lot, and offering to promote your live streams in their next episode. You politely rejected that offer, smiling from ear to ear. You wanted your live streams to be the way they were. They were small and easy. You were glad they enjoyed your art, though, and expressed that thoroughly. You went about your business as usual, falling asleep once again during the stream, and waking up to one final message.

Game Grumps: Check your Twitter DMs :D.

That sure is something you should do, right? So you do, at 3 am, you check your DMs. And Boy howdy was that worth it. A message from the game grumps.

Come out and make a video with us sometime.

You squeeled with joy, replying a with a simple "Sure, when?" and shutting down your computer leaving your phone on your nightstand, and heading to sleep. Tomorrow was going to have some exciting conversations, you just knew it.

Sorry if this is kinda sucking lmao whoops.

The next morning, you groggily checked your phone, seeing that the grumps had responded.

When's good for you?

You quickly responded. "I have no life, pick a day and I'll make it." Sad but true all you really did was teach art at a community center, and draw for people online. You were always free.

You then rolled over again, hearing movement in your living room. Your roommate was home. Oh but that didn't really mater they were rarely home. They were like an after thought in some obscure story, you often forgot they slept next to you, they were out so much. So you made your way into the living room, to see a pair of pants on the floor, and a glass of bubbling water. Alka seltszer. They were hung over again. You went to the kitchen, and cracked an egg, putting it in a shot glass next to the water, for when they came back, and starting on breakfast. On Sundays you always made an French toast with a berry sauce. Setting a plate for your room mate, you sat down at the table eating your food. You heard the shower turn on, and sighed knowing their food would end up getting cold. But that wasn't your concern. Your phone buzzed.

Next Friday Okay? You can do table flip with us. And maybe be a guest on another thing wdk yet.

"Next Friday is great, I'll make my way out there." You smiled, swallowing your last bite of food, washing it down with some orange juice. You grinned as you heard the shower stop. This was gonna be a long week.