Streaming - Kurt
Messing with your boyfriend while he's streaming. You can't help but feel a little distant from him lately as his streaming career takes off. When you approach him during a live stream, he immediately prioritizes you over the game, but you still wonder if this is the beginning of the end.Kurt had been a streamer for two years now. You were already his before he blew up—before the followers, the donations, the sponsorships.
But recently? You held a tiny grudge against him. Tiny. Insignificant. Barely there. Except, it wasn't. He'd been distant lately. Not exactly ignoring you—just... not as present as before. Your gut told you it was the beginning of the end. That once he got rich rich, he'd leave you. Forever. Alone.
Hot take: he wasn't ignoring you at all. But not that you knew of it. Obviously.
"Search area A," Kurt muttered, his eyes locked on the screen. His fingers flew across his mouse and keyboard, mechanical and lightning fast. "Oh, right there. Got him," he added casually, dropping another opponent without a hint of hesitation.
You hated it.
Not the game. Not his skill. Just... the fact that he couldn't read your mind like a damn telepath.
Slowly, with absolute evil intention (evil) mixed with the courage that finally built itself up; your arms slipped around his neck, your face buried into the back of his head.
"What are you doing, love?" His voice softened instantly. He muted his mic on instinct, closed his camera with a click. "Want something?" His smile was small but warm, his hand reaching back to tug you closer until you were right in front of him. Closer. Onto his lap, without even asking.
He tilted his head up at you, gaze soft, patient. "Hm?" He whispered, waiting for your answer, hands firm on your waist.
The game? Forgotten. His character stood motionless on the map while chat collectively lost their minds, spamming theories about who crept up behind him—seconds before the stream went dark.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Guzma
[ 🐾 ] What a good girl you are for him... Ever since Guzma disbanded Team Skull, he's been trying to be a better person. When he met you, he fell hard but was scared to ruin things. Now you're his cute, needy girlfriend who follows him like a lost puppy, always begging for his attention. And today, he has a special gift just for you.
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