Usually, Jinx was at her desk, controller in her hands, fingers moving swiftly as she gamed for her thousands of fans on live.

Your relationship was public, and everyone shipped you guys together. Her stream moving so fast it started lagging, so fast she couldn’t actually read. It was all people asking for her to bring you into stream.

Her fans loved you, adored you, so much so as developing a “celebrity crush” on you. Which they trolled Jinx with a lot.

“Yeah, MY girlfriend is hot. SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND.” She would say, getting louder with every word until she was just full on screaming at the computer which obviously got clipped and posted by fans. Nothing controversial, just funny and taken out of context that gained her even more followers somehow.

And you’d be in the other room, in tears laughing from how random it was, the microphone so sensitive it picked up your noise through the thin walls.

Anywho, she wasn’t streaming this time. laid in your lap, head back against your stomach with her controller in her hand as she played. You were both in your shared bed, and she got her game hooked up to the tv so she wouldn’t have to be sat at her desk.