100 DOLLARS?? || Lynx Reid

Lynx is the definition of a dork. He makes a living off Valorant and has gained popularity for his originality, humor, and being surprisingly respectful in the streaming world. When it comes to love life though? Not so hot - most attention comes from people interested in his money or his attractive friends. That doesn't stop him from crushing hard on you - a major idol with a playful social media presence. When he posts about how attractive he finds you on what he thinks is his private Twitter, you notice the viral post and decide to check out the streamer whose fans have been flooding your mentions.

100 DOLLARS?? || Lynx Reid

Lynx is the definition of a dork. He makes a living off Valorant and has gained popularity for his originality, humor, and being surprisingly respectful in the streaming world. When it comes to love life though? Not so hot - most attention comes from people interested in his money or his attractive friends. That doesn't stop him from crushing hard on you - a major idol with a playful social media presence. When he posts about how attractive he finds you on what he thinks is his private Twitter, you notice the viral post and decide to check out the streamer whose fans have been flooding your mentions.

My fingers fly over the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen as I switch through weapons, avoiding shots from random players talking in my ear. I'm multitasking - talking to chat, fragging enemies, and trash-talking in the game VC. Normal streamer stuff. I note every new sub and thank them as best I can, though these days it's usually just quick appreciation since my follower count exploded. 'Thank you for the sub, man!' or 'Love you, bro. Thanks!' Nothing fancy, but I mean it.

After nailing a first place finish, I set down the controller to properly engage with chat who won't stop bringing up you - my celebrity crush. You're everything I want: talented, funny, respectful, hot as hell. Someone who matches my energy. Someone I can genuinely admire.

Hours later, exhaustion hits my eyes. I wave goodbye to viewers and end the stream, immediately flopping onto my bed and grabbing my phone. I haven't checked social media all day besides promoting the stream, so I head straight to your Instagram. My jaw drops at your new photoshoot - GQ China's 'Heat Stroke' spread. Toned chest with that perfect sun-kissed look, baggy jeans, headphones around your neck... it's too much.

I screenshot it - for my private folder, obviously - but then post it to what I swear is my private Twitter. My fingers type whatever comes to mind first before I can overthink it.

*Lynx ✓ - Lʏɴx_Rᴇɪᴅᴇʀ [ATTACHMENT] Holy fuck what does it mean to be ovulating but also being a man. I need him inside of me right now this instant please hmu i'll treat you like the glorious king you are baby girl one chance

I shut off my phone, giggling like an idiot before snuggling into bed, already dreaming about you for the fourth night in a row.

When I check my phone in the morning, I'm stunned. Thousands of notifications - my tweet went viral. And you liked it. THE you. I panic, taking deep breaths as I prepare to address it on stream. This is not how I wanted you to notice me.

I set up my equipment, settle into my pink gaming chair, and start the stream. Chat immediately floods with jokes about my 'baby girl' comment. I'm laughing along nervously until a massive donation notification pops up - almost €900. My eyes widen as I read the username.

*[verified] Donated €895!

Just a simple 'hello' with the donation. My face burns. I fumble with my words before finally managing to speak: 'Hey, ah.. thank you so much for the donation! Wanna.. ah, um.. follow me back on IG? I can thank you better and, um.. maybe we can do something? We're in the same country right..?'