#this hasn’t left my mind

[hirosboard]

Hillsides burning,

wild-eyed turning,

till we’re running from it.

I’d take care of you

If you’d ask me to.

[sparfloxacin]

2022 | 2023

[bamnamuu]

i didn’t know i needed streamer!jake 🙀🙀🙀🫶🫶🫶

dreamy nights — jake sim

SYNOPSIS: You finally make your grand appearance on Jake's subathon.

PAIRING: streamer!jake x y/n ft twitch chat

GENRE: fluff, twitch streamer au

DISCLAIMERS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

RELEASE DATE: 10.16.2023

A/N: feedback is appreciated! i formally apologize for how bad this is 🙏 also i don't know if this requires context but just in case: a subathon is a stream where each time the streamer gets a sub, it adds time to the length of the stream!

That's not how the game works, chat!"

Even with a door separating you, Jake's whines still manage to reach your ears. Pushing down a smile, you delicately knock your first against the cold wood before slowly pushing in.

The room is shrouded in darkness, with the only source of light being the two large monitor screens set up; they're terribly blinding, causing you to recoil ever so slightly.

Too invested in the game in front of him, your boyfriend doesn't notice you've entered the room. This realization dawns on you, and instead of making your way towards him like you'd originally planned, you lean your weight against his doorway, simply watching him.

A fond smile dances on your lips.

The subathon's something he's been planning for ages.

It's something he had promised to his viewers, promised to himself that he'd carry out at least once in his streaming career. He's taken practically everything into consideration—what games he'd play, what guests he'd bring onto his stream, what would serve as entertainment while he's asleep. At the end, a chunk of the proceeds would go towards your local children's charity.

"Why?" you'd asked when he initially introduced the idea months ago.

He'd brought it up over some late night takeout—the two of you sharing food with distant sounds of traffic and quiet, curious conversations woven in between.

The plastic bag rustled as Jake pulled it closer to him, reaching in and taking out two bubble teas. As he slid your drink over to you, he had replied softly:

"Because I don't remember a time where I haven't wanted to do this. I've been given the privilege to give back to all of the people who have made my dream come true. I want this."

Jake Sim never fails to amaze you. You can't fathom how someone has been crafted with so much raw kindness—much less that you had managed to land that someone as your better half.

ari_01: look behind you bozo

"Look behind you, bozo- huh?"

Jake hastily spins his chair around. His eyes search through the dark before landing on you, tucked away in the safety of his doorway.

The sight of you eliminates tension in his body that he didn't even realize existed. A soft smile finds its way onto his face at the way your figure is illuminated from the pale blue glow of his monitor screens.

"Hi, beautiful."

It's been years and he still manages to make you reel at the simplest of compliments.

"Hi," you whisper back.

Turning back towards his monitor, Jake pauses his game. "Alright chat, Y/N's here. She's still a bit camera shy, so no monkey business, okay? You'll scare her," he scolds. You have to press a hand to your mouth to contain your laughter.

milkbread: MONKEY BUSINESS?

user1993: jake get out we want y/n

mariluvr: OMG ITS THE PRETTY GIRL!!! HIHIHIIIIIII

Jake playfully rolls his eyes before beckoning for you to join him. You oblige, pulling out a chair from the side and taking a seat. Habitually your hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining underneath the desk.

"Hi chat," you greet, a smile growing on your face as an influx of enthusiastic greeting messages appear on the screen.

A huff sounds from beside you. "Gosh, they're never this excited to see me."

"Don't dwell on it. I'm just naturally likeable," you tease, casting a brief glance off to the side. You expect a retort, yet it never comes.

Instead, you feel a squeeze of your hand. "How come you're up? It's late."

You purse your lips together, embarrassment filling your body at the thought of being in front of an audience of thousands of people.

"Go on," Jake presses.

"Just... missed you."

Jake swears his entire stream can see the way your words makes him melt into a puddle. He tries to—and fails spectacularly at—keeping his smile at bay.

"Yeah? Missed me?" he whispers. You nod, head lowered.

It's day four of what Jake had predicted to be an around week-long endeavour, but clearly he's underestimated how much his viewers love him (or hate him?) as the timer seems to see no end in sight. The only moments you've really gotten to spend with him over the course of the past few days are when he stumbles into bed late at night.

You've spent longer time periods apart, but you're still stirred by longing.

A small sigh leaves his lips. He runs his tongue over his teeth before lightly tugging you towards him.

"C'mere," he says, motioning towards his lap.

You look at him in bewilderment, reluctance etching itself into each of your facial features. "Jake, you're streaming-"

"Mmm," he hums, shaking his head childishly. "Don't care. They already know how far I'm gone. Besides, I need to prove them wrong—they keep calling me rizzless."

A laugh leaves your lips, but you still don't make any move towards him. Sensing your unwillingness, he places a gentle hand on your shoulder to encourage you.

"It's okay," he cooes. "It's okay, I promise."

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, as if challenging one another. His gaze is heavy on you, and eventually, you find yourself folding.

Carefully, you place yourself into his lap, the warmth emanating off of him instantly making you relax. His arms wrap around you loosely, resting on the curve of your hips.

"Stop subbing, chat. You're making my girlfriend miss me."

h3artz: i will literally gift 20 rn. do not start

minlmn: sounds like smth a PISSBABY would say

user0304: think about the children jake

"Think about the childr- Okay! Okay. Of course, for the kids," he laughs, rolling his eyes before redirecting his attention to you.

"Tired?" he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nod, sinking further into his embrace. "Are you gonna start up the mods segment soon?" you mumble into the soft fabric of his sweater.

Whenever it's time for him to go to bed, his moderators take over the stream for the night to ensure that there's always something going on—whether that's playing games or hosting a makeshift podcast.

"Yeah, soon. Via told me she wasn't available until midnight, so just a little longer. Then we can go to bed," he whispers, fingers gently tapping a rhythm on your lower back. When he feels you nod against him, he turns his attention back to his screen.

mi11: u guys r the reason why i believe in love

urmom123: BOOOOOOO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE LAME LIKE THE REST OF US #NOTMYSTREAMER

streetfighter: u literally played league for 8 hours yesterday... what am i doing wrong with my life...

"Chat, stop being annoying. You should be happy for me," Jake grumbles. "And hey, to any league players out there-" he points at his webcam. "This is a sign. Don't lose hope, soldiers."

You erupt into soft laughter, removing your face from the crook of his neck and slapping him on the shoulder.

"Shut the hell up," you groan, eliciting a loud laugh from him.

Eyes scanning the live chat, you point out a message. "Look, Jake. Someone said 'not my streamer'," you snort.

"I'm used to it. I think I was collectively disowned yesterday during Uno."

"I heard about that from Jay. You must really suck at Uno."

He grins, hands travelling up to your waist. "But you still love me right?"

You scoff incredulously. "I loved you when you wore highlighter clothing to school everyday. It's going to take more than sucking at Uno for me to stop loving you, idiot."

Jake affectionately pinches your sides, causing you to yelp. Scowling, you begin to berate your snickering boyfriend before the sound of a notification interrupts you.

Upon reading it, Jake groans. "Oh, lord. Thank you for the twenty gifted."

You watch as the timer instantly shoots up another two hours, making your boyfriend close his eyes in defeat, leaning his head back against the headrest of his chair. Smiling, you brush some hair out of his face.

"They keep subbing," he whines. "It's like they enjoy watching my suffering."

You chuckle. "I don't think you should be badmouthing them. They're the ones who fund your stupid financial decisions, like buying a cardboard cutout of Heeseung. Which, by the way, came in today."

"Oh. You weren't supposed to see that."

"What is that even for?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

The two of you spend some more time talking with chat. You share what you've been doing for the past few days since Jake's been preoccupied with the subathon, recounting the bowling night you did with Jay and Sunghoon the other day. It takes you physically shutting Jake up with your hand to make him stop whining.

Exhaustion finally fully catches up to you, making you yawn. Jake watches you fondly before turning towards his monitor and swiftly muting his microphone.

"Go to bed," he coaxes, a hand smoothing over your hair.

You nod drowsily, slowly peeling yourself up from his hold. "Okay. Bye, chat."

"Mic's muted, baby."

"Oh."

You settle for some waves towards the camera, watching as messages bidding you goodnight flood in with a small smile. You think that you're incredibly lucky to be so well-received by his chat.

Jake's hand lingers on the small of your back. "I'll come join you in a bit, okay? I love you."

"Love you too," you mumble.

You begin to step towards the exit when suddenly, you're jerked backwards. A yell would've escaped you if it weren't for the fact that in a fraction of a second, your lips are on Jake's.

One of his hands is at the back of your neck gently pulling you down towards him, while the other one comes up into your hair.

For a second, you completely forget that you're on camera. The feeling of his plush lips on yours overwhelms you—your mind can't help but go blank.

But when that second is over, your eyes immediately snap open. You push at his shoulders, quickly stepping away from him. A scowl overtakes your face as he snickers at your reaction.

You flush crimson. "Next time, if you're going do that, turn off your webcam," you hiss.

"Mhm. Whatever you say, angel."

When you stumble out the door and frantically close it behind you, Jake turns back towards his stream and unmutes his microphone.

user899: MY EYES

redskies: highway looking so comfy rn

plays101: mom and dad get a fucking ROOM challenge

user555: this guy's asking to be slammed with a ban LMAO

Leaning back in his chair with a slight smirk, Jake's hands rest behind his head.

"Relax, chat. I'm not going to get banned. You know-" he pauses, his bottom lip between his teeth as he fails to contain his smile for the hundredth time since you appeared.

Jake hears you turn on the sink in the bathroom, yet the ghost of your presence still lingers in the way his body is still warm from your touch—the way he can smell the citrusy undertones of your shampoo.

"...that's what love is. Makes you do all sorts of stupid shit."

[azperja]

[themetalhiro]

Please hug your friends! Tell your loved ones you love them! Be kind and leave no room to regret!

[alsnoble]

A week later and I still can’t get over how perfect the ending of Wild Life was. The pacing, building up the wildcards until eventually they’re all in play. There’s nothing but chaos, it’s so loud, the players need to keep moving, but there is just so much happening that no one can be quite sure where they’re going. The colors, the sound, its all so overstimulating.

And then, all at once, everything goes away, and there’s silence.

“The ending is yours. Make It Wild.”

It’s such a perfect phrase, telling the players that they have control over the ending, giving them all hope of winning. But only one can win, so they do as they are told. They frantically attack each other, killing their enemies one by one despite knowing that they will eventually have to do the same to their allies, their friends, in the end.

And isn’t it just perfect that the player that ended up winning is the person who is best described as Wild? He had held back for the entire season, but at the end, he was finally able to let loose. He was so happy, laughing harder and harder the closer he got to winning. He apologized to the people he killed, but not out of remorse. The way he said it, his “I’m sorry’s” might have honestly been a joke.

And then he’s alone, the champion, the wildcard, and he just keeps laughing. The adrenaline never wears off, he never feels the grief or remorse the other winners experience. There’s blood on his hands, and he relishes in it. He just keeps running around with reckless abandon until he finally decides he’s ready to die and goes out on his own terms.

There couldn’t have been a more perfect way to end such a chaotic and spontaneous season.

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

Two things on my mind:

1) Everyone agrees this looks like it was straight out of a fanfic

2) Why is JJ just going for it when she knows Emily is clearly high?? 😭

[skiaskai]

Knives

[starkidsimping]

estrogen could save her

[improbable-outset]

I don’t want to take credit for this idea since I saw this on someone’s ask but

Imagine you ask Miguel what colour you should paint your nails and he… answers by sending a pic of his tip🫠

[melonalemonade]

Steve takes Eddie to the beach for the first time, summer ‘86

[ellypse]

your laugh rang out like a crystal bell

[odd-chips]

I’m never beating the King Candy allegations at this rate, bro. :/

[justnother-user]

Do you think Near, Mello, and Matt knew each others real name? Or do you think they only knew their aliases and the real names were kept to themselves? If they were kept to themselves I wonder if at some point they would’ve revealed it to each other.

[wildm00re]

when armand tells louis that claudia did not love him (as much as lestat did nor as much as he does) and louis defeatedly replies with “i know” i just 😭😭😭😭😭

because he genuinely believes claudia did not love him when that is farther from the truth.

she was angry and resentful towards him (and ofc had every right to be) but the fact that he thought that meant she didn’t love him is so devastating for me

bc the way she jumped on lestat to try and defend louis knowing well she was no match against that madman in 1x05?? the way she spent all of 2x01 sniping at louis but the moment one of the revenant vampires attacks louis she jumps on his back and rips his eyes out??

what especially gets me is when she sees louis talking to grace in 1x05 and comes to the realization that she was selfishly made to be someone for louis’ comfort and then she goes back to be just that for him

she’s a lot like louis in the sense that they can’t seem to express to the people they love that they do in fact love them i guess? (their inability to do so stemming from the trauma they carry with them it seems)

[tiredalwayss]

Beyond Evil: episode 16

Ji Hoon-ah, give Inspector Han some stew.