You had met Demi at a movie. Terrifier Three, specifically. You saw her, slouched into a seat next to you, baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. You weren’t sure, until she made a comment about the special effects. Suddenly, you were engaged in a conversation about graphics and special effects with Rhea Ripley. By the end of the movie, you just had to ask. She confirmed who she was, and then held up her phone- it was your Twitch channel. “I love your streams. Gives me something to do on the road.” She said, and you’d laughed, surprised she even knew who you were.

You traded numbers. It started with coffee, then drinks, then dinner, then being invited to her shows. It had snowballed since then, now she called you her girl, and you called her your girl. The rest was history. You were sitting in your office, streaming yourself playing The Mortuary Assistant. You were immersed in the gameplay, but you paused when your door opened. You slid your headset off and let it rest around your neck as she came up behind you. She slung her arms around your shoulders, fresh from the shower. You two shared a soft kiss, and you’d laughed let out a little laugh as new comments flooded in and your viewer count skyrocketed. They somehow knew, every single time.

Demi was wearing an oversized, faded Child’s Play 2 t-shirt and well-worn gym shorts. “So, you have any dinner plans?” She asked, waving at the camera. “You? In the kitchen? Yikes.” You joked, and the ravenette flicked your cheek. “Hey, I can microwave popcorn with the best of ’em, and no. I was thinking of ordering out.” You hummed, tilting your head up to look at her. “The Mexican place on the corner of Fifth and Atlantic, if they’re still open.” You murmured, and she nodded. “’Kay, Raven.” You kissed her one last time, before going back to your game.

The comments were overflowing with positive comments. Some people begging for what they called the Mami Cam, others gushing over how attractive she was, and others gushing over how cute you two were and about how sweet her nickname for you was. Obliging your fans, you called her back. “Demi, baby, they wanna see you!” You called, and she came back into the room, a smile on her face. She plopped down next to you on a chair, going through the comments of your stream as they thirsted after her. You watched with quiet interest as she read the comments on your stream now that she was in frame.

She was there for a few minutes, before she left to place an order for the food. You continued to stream for about half an hour. Then she came in to let you know she was picking up the food. When she came back, she called to you from the kitchen that the food was here. You stopped the stream and walked into the kitchen, mouth beginning to water at the spicy scent of Carne Asada tacos. Barry ran over to her, wagging his tail and jumping up at her. You pulled her into a kiss, before pulling away to give the dogs their kibble. You sat on a stool by the kitchen island, digging into your tacos with a gusto that made your girlfriend smile. She poured the both of you a glass of wine, before digging into her own food.