Haven

Now, Aruna loved being a streamer, it brought her most of her joy in a day, or week. But, she did not enjoy the hours of editing. That's where we shall find our lovely heroine today, on her third monster can, and without sleep. She was working on a new video, and her main focus at the moment was the colored subtitles for the clips she chose. She has worked out most things like the title, "Going crazy while trying to build on a new SMP", and had her clips collected, as well as having most of the editing done.

But this was 13 hours of work, and she was almost at her limit. Finishing the sentence she was typing, coloring it, and then matching it to the audio, she saved and exited the program. Opening a new tab on her search engine, she typed in Youtube, and waited for it to load. Once it did, she immediately went to the search bar, and typed in Ranboo. He was her comfort streamer at the moment, other than MarinaOfficial.

She clicked on his most recent video titled 'Making American Food in a Place That no is NOT America'. That title was a mouthful, but made sense, seeing as his current streams told his fandom that he was in Britain. Oh, the amount of memes she had saved from those streams. The amount of gender envy he gave her was unreal, and he was funny. A combo deal.

Although, as much as admired him, she also had a bit of a celebrity crush on him. Especially his laugh, although it was kinda just squawking. She felt it in her bones.

As she watched the video, in complete darkness, a grin quickly grew on her face at the chaos contained in it. Soon enough, Ranboo's friend Tubbo, joined in and sampled the food that Ranboo had made. He seemed to enjoy it, and then he got chased out of the kitchen.

bestie thingz (

Eventually, the video ended, and Aruna made to get up, before she got a notification on her phone from Twitter:

Ranboo has followed you

Aruna sat down again, staring at the notification on her screen, wondering for a moment if she was being trolled. She had expressed her admiration of Ranboo in a few of her streams before. Slowly, she picked up her phone from where it lay on the bed, and slid to open the app.

Sure enough, as she opened the app and clicked on the profile, it was the real Ranboo. Aruna quickly turned off her phone, and threw it towards the end of her bed. Then she watched as it fell and it the floor. She sighed, and got up, checking on her phone, which to her relief, was perfectly fine. But when her screen lit up with another few notifications, she almost had a heart attack.

Ranboo has subscribed to you (Youtube)

Ranboo has followed you (Twitch)

Ranboo has liked your post (Insta)

etc.

Dropping her phone once more, she leaned back and put her hand on her forehead, as if checking if this was a fever dream. It wasn't. Her forehead was normal. Sighing once more, she grabbed her phone, set it down on her bed, and stood up. Pacing across her room, she tried to comprehend what the fuck just happened. It wasn't everyday that your idol follows you on all of your socials.

Sliding open one of the notifications, she stared at the small icon on her screen, slowing clicking on the profile, just to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She wasn't. It was actually him. The icon for mutuals was plastered on her screen. Setting her phone down, she reached over for a pillow from her bed.

The purple fluff ball was a great source of noise canceling for her screech into it. Once she lacked air, she popped her head up from the pillow, her hair a mess. Fussing her hair back into its previous place, she grabbed her phone, clicking the home button. The screen lit up with his instagram page once more, the colors reflecting on her face, as she sighed and exited the app.

"I'd rather deal with this tomorrow, I'm too tired for this fever dream.", Aruna said, talking out loud to no one but the ghosts in her room. Ducking under her covers, she shut her eyes, maybe too tight, and tried to sleep.