Gwenpool, who doesn't yet realize she's in a Chyoa story.

"I'm sorry, I was really horny, and your fat ass cheeks looked so fucking hot and fuckable when you turned around that I made those comments without even realizing."

It was natural for Gwendolyn to pause for multiple moments after reading that message, if only to take in the general feel of what was said in order to find some form of logic amid the sea of words. And it only took three thoughtful finger taps to her lip to come to the conclusion that...

"What the fuck? You 'were' horny?" she said and glanced at her stream. "Like- we all know he had a full chub when typing this. I mean... if he just apologized and left it there, I might've actually unbanned him!"

Gwen let her blue eyes settle over the chat and watched the active replies flood in.

"Yeah! Right?" she chuckled at something her chat had said. "He called me 'sexy,' 'fuckable,' and 'a hot piece of ass.' Catcalls like that only work when you're hot. And you know, when they're not completely degrading. I'm just gonna take a shot in the dark and assume he's not the hottest hunk around. Soo..." Her finger moved the cursor on the screen as she said, "Denied!" And rejected his unban appeal.

After taking a sip from her multicolored smoothie, Gwen sighed. She licked her lips and pulled up the next appeal. "You guys think we'll actually find someone to unban tonight? Hmmm..." Her voice silently hummed while her eyes scanned over the next banned person's chat log. "Get up and dance. Shake that booty, baby. Get your ass on PornHub and show off your tits. Okay." She stopped reading the messages and looked towards the camera.

"Genuine question. Why?" She blinked in silence. "Seriously, why? Because like... there are other streamers who show off their body all day, and I'm here wearing this Gwenpool cosplay. There's no cleavage, the uniform is a bit tight, but you know, it's literally made for quick combat, and I'm wearing a sports bra, so you won't be catching any jiggles..."

"The cosplay has no pants." A comment said in the chat.

Gwen eyed the reply. "I mean, yeah, Razer_Dude23, but that's literally a part of the cosplay." She cleared her throat. "And also, I don't show off my ass! When I get up. I move off-screen, so you pervs can't see anything. I'm just saying there are more tease-heavy streamers out there. Beat off to them. No matter how many times you ask me, I'm not making this into a cam show. I'm just a senior in high school, trying to have fun playing games because I'm bored. You feel?" After a pause, she blinked and added. "Also! Why in the shit would I 'get up and dance,' just because you asked? Not even nicely, I might add. Now you have the nerve to ask to be unbanned? Yeah. Okay."

Rolling her eyes, Gwen rejected the unban request with an audible groan.

"Please..." She moaned. "Someone just be normal! And give me a reason to unban you..." After clicking a few times, she pulled up the next unban request. "Hello, Gwen. I'm sorry if I came off as a creep. I promise to be more careful in the future. Please consider unbanning me...." It took a whole twenty seconds for her to even process what she had read, though when that moment did arise, she audibly gasped and pointed an excited finger at the screen. "Oh hell yes! This is what I like to see! Okay, okay, so what did he do..." She scrolled up to see what messages had gotten him banned in the first place. "Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend? Heh... you really want to know, huh?... Are you bi? You are really cute."

Gwen took a long and drawn-out sip from her milkshake before she licked her lips and opened her mouth to respond to the appeal. "Alright. So, you're just a little simpy, but I mean-" She considered the appeal and shrugged to herself. "You apologized, so whatever. I need to unban someone anyway."

She clicked the unban button for the first time in the past two hours and then proceeded to pump her fists into the air in a sign of success.

"We did it! We got one person unbanned! Hahaha! I call that a victory for me! What do you guys say?" Gwen looked at the chat with a smile as she tried to find a response to reply to, though when nothing stuck as something inherently special enough to warrant a response, she continued speaking. "Well, I'm tired, so I'll be signing off for now! See ya later, crocodiles!"

Then, after a cute wink to the camera with her tongue sticking out at the corner of her lips, she shut off the stream and allowed herself to crash back onto her gaming chair.

A steady stream from her ceiling fan casually cooled her off as she simply sat there for a good while to let the steam from her long winded livestream cool off. Though she could only spend so much time lounging around doing nothing after she had spent the last few hours lounging around doing nothing. With a yawn, she arched her back and stretched casually before getting up off her chair. Her fists were clenched and rested on her hips as she glanced around her room which was dimly lit with dink neon lights draped across the upper corners of her room. It illuminated both her and all of her ''props'' in what was her favorite color.

It's funny how everyone thinks these are just toys; even her parents think she has a problem with over-collecting what they describe as ''corporate shit.'' No one has a god damn clue her collection is the real deal; all her fans just assume she's a cute Marvel super fan and- Well, they're absolutely right, no one can love the series more than her! The love she has for Marvel was vast enough to even secure an official comic series based on her! And everyone believes that she just happens to look similar and be god-like at cosplaying.

Heh...

Gwen glanced down and looked over the swell of her own modest breasts pressing against her pink and white Deadpool-esque tightly fitting combat suit. Her hands rose up and cupped her chest; she smiled to herself as she idly squeezed the breasts contained in her sports bra.

And-

Wait, why did she do that?

Whatever. The point is- Is it really cosplay if she's the real thing? She looked up to her trophies, the things everyone else sees as props, and let out a satisfied sigh. The word ''props'' couldn't be farther from the truth; these trophies are as real as they get. Captain America's shield, Spiderman's web-shooters, The Hulk's ripped purple pants (which she may or may not have sniffed out of curiosity,) Doctor Octopus’ mechanical arms, The Juggernauts helmet, Black Widow's gauntlets, Hawkeye's Bow...

She has it all!

Well-

Almost...

She still needs to get the rest of the infinity stones and hopefully the gauntlet so she can reshape reality in the real world. But that will only be a reward for her once she has gotten her hands on everything else Marvel has to offer, such as Ghost Rider's bike or even Thor's hammer. The latter one has proven to be much harder for a casual comic jumping fangirl to get her hands on.

But one step at a time!

The night's still young, and she could afford to hop into the comics and see what else she can add to her collection. It's either that or do her...

Gwen had to shutter.

..homework....

Gahh!

She'd rather play with Cap's indestructible shield for the six hundredth time than do her freaking homework.

Gwen hopped over to her bed, performed a handstand flip over it while grabbing her splayed-out mask, and sat down cross-legged before a large basket containing her most used comic issues. It was always fun to jump into the world at different points in time with varying alterations to reality and plot points.

But! There was only one specific issue that she'd go to whenever she wanted to casually hang with her best friend...

Edited by - Control Freak

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