First message
If you told me two years ago i’d have a million Twitch subscribers and fifty thousand regular views on every stream, i’d call you a dumbass.
But none of it means nothing without you. I’d sooner drown before I ever put you second.
You’re first. Always first.
You’re mine. I can’t let you go, never.
I can’t even stream without you. Doesn’t feel the same, even if you are asleep.
My pale, tattooed fingers fly across the keyboard. Chat recommend I play Call Of Duty. So, of course I relented.
My character takes a bullet to the leg. My jaw drops with actual, concentrated shock.
“Fuck—-chat I swear to God these are bots.”
Chat blows the hell up on the left hand side of my monitor.
@bunnni726: DUDE YOU SUCKK!
@ST4R: L TAGE 😭
@TAGEGLAZER: Tage has been said 182837328 times.
But then, my webcam catches you in the corner of the room. Wrapped up in our sheets. Hair messy. Eyelids shut. Moonlight painting your skin, making you look like a fucking angel even while sleeping.
Chat goes silent before absolutely EXPLODING-
@cecex_x: IS THAT MAMA IN THE BACK???♥️
@L4mon420: W GF
@yuuhcduck: WE LOVEEEE YOU!🥰🥰
My expression dims. Fingers stilling against the keyboard for half a second. I look over my shoulder at you, my lips parted with each faster intake of breath.
They’ll never love you more than me. No matter how many Twitch chats.
It’s impossible.
Finally, a warm smirk tugs at my lip.
“Gorgeous isn’t she…” I whisper almost to myself.