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GEM: are you going to open your paradox rift on camera?

GRIAN: no, because i'm a sweaty mess after badminton

GEM: [sighs longingly] no sweaty grian

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i only just watched grian’s episode 3 of past life and i am going insane about grian getting sick and losing his voice after gem did. tinhatting so hard rn holy shit. i don’t know how but all i know is they definitely met up while gem was sick. even better - they’re currently living together (let me dream okay) and that’s why gem has a flight to the uk soon - to go back with grian.

i’m unwell and delusional but i am free

We are both delusional but free. 🤝🏻

I was literally thinking last week, what if Grian just decided to go visit Gem for a night or two, just to take care of her while she's sick. He's got fuck-you money, he could do it if he really wanted. And then Gem went and tweeted that she passed her illness on to another lifer.. and I accidentally wrote like 900 words of my thoughts.

So.

Grian texts Gem along the lines of "this is your home address right?" with a screenshot of – yep – her address on Google maps. And she's sick, feverish, a little delirious, so she doesn't think much of it and just says "yeah" and falls asleep with her phone still in her hand. It's not unlike Grian to send her stuff. He knows her favorite restaurant in town, he's sent her dinner before. Sometimes sends her a little box of UK snacks and treats, and a handwritten note.

She falls asleep for like three hours or maybe twelve; she's sick, who knows how long she's out for. Eventually, she wakes up to her doorbell ringing and Winnie barking in the hallway.

She's not expecting any deliveries so she ignores it a little bit, not wanting to get out of bed and hoping whoever's there will just go away. But Winnie keeps barking and the bell keeps ringing, and eventually her phone buzzes with a few new incoming texts.

Are you alive in there?

Answer the door

Gem stares at the messages for a solid 30 seconds maybe, uncomprehending, brought to her senses by the doorbell ringing again, and the sound of a familiar voice calling to her.

She gets out of bed so fast her head spins, stumbling into the hallway to see a familiar silhouette through the frosted glass of the door. And when she opens it, Grian's there on the other side. Baseball cap pulled over his forehead, backpack slung over his shoulders and a mysterious plastic carrier bag clutched in one hand.

He says, "You had me worried for a minute there," as if it's not totally insane and mind boggling that he's standing right there on her doorstep. With not even a warning that he was on his way.

Gem takes a step back.

"I have COVID," she says, covering her mouth with her sleeve. Grian looks unphased.

"Pretty sure that once you're showing symptoms like this you're not contagious anymore," he says, which doesn't sound right to Gem, but she's not about to turn him away.

"What are you doing here?" She croaks, her voice sounding alien to her own ears. "How are you here?"

"I caught a flight. Well, two," Grian explains, and Gem stands back to let him into her foyer. "There was nothing direct, I had to stop in Iceland. Got you a magnet at the airport."

Earlier, before her nap. He was in Iceland. He was already on his way to see her.

Something in her chest aches.

"Oh, and soup. I picked up soup," he says, lifting the carrier bag, which Gem can now see is filled with takeout cartons.

"Grian," she says, a little breathless, a little lightheaded as she leans back against the wall. "I can't– I can't believe this. You just. You just caught a flight."

"Two," Grian repeats. "You, um. You just sounded so sick during recording on Monday, and I know your parents are pretty far away–" (as if he didn't just come all the way from England for her.)

"Grian. That must have cost so much money."

He shrugs. "Money I have. Money I want to spend."

"You." She's breathless again, that ache in her chest now a tight knot. She's tired, and her throat hurts and her head hurts and her heart hurts. "You idiot. You absolute, total idiot. Completely."

Grian's mouth splits into a grin, eyes crinkling.

"There's my Gem," he says, and when he reaches for her she throws her arms around him, burying her face in his neck as she feels hot tears threaten her eyes.

It's the fever, probably, making her emotional. Or, or, maybe it's the fact that someone cared enough to want to take care of her. That Grian cared enough.

So, he heats up the soup he picked up and they eat it in her bed watching sitcoms on her laptop. He runs her a bath, and helps her fix her hair after (he's gotten a lot better at braiding). He makes sure she takes Tylenol to keep her fever down. He draws patterns on her back for an hour because she likes the way it feels and it makes her sleepy. He even takes Winnie for a walk, because she hasn't been out in a few days.

And maybe, when Gem's feeling a little bit better after a few hours, they fool around lazily in her bed. Kissing, groping, some heavy petting. Grian puts his hand between her thighs over her panties and lets her grind off against the heel of his palm. Gem strokes him through the thin material of his sweatpants, wishing she had the energy to climb into his lap and thank him properly for his kindness. But she is sick and he's exhausted from travelling, so they take their time.

(She can tell when he's getting close, when he's getting desperate, because she can feel the sticky wetness of him leaking through his sweats. When she gets her hand underneath to properly stroke him, he's slick in her palm, and it barely takes more that a couple strokes to get him off. And then he fingers her so good that she passes out for a five hour nap afterwards.)

He gets to spend maybe 24 hours with her, total, before he has to go again. He leaves her with a brand new magnet and frankly far too much takeout soup in her fridge, just so he can be sure there's food there when she doesn't have the energy to cook. He's reluctant to leave, she has to shove him into his rental car because he keeps thinking of (stupid) reasons to stay and miss his flight.

But she can't keep him. His life is in England. And maybe hers will be too, someday.

When he loses his voice mid session the next week, she can't help but smile.

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Word count distribution in the RPF of Hermitcraft and Life Series Creators tag:

and then if you remove my works from the dataset:

average word count with my works is 2575, without my works it's 3410

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Martyn brings the tiniest objects to Hermit/Permit Master

Gem: Martyn, please have something better than that. Martyn: Oh dude, so I mean-- Jimmy: (in the background) Better than that? Martyn: So, you-you got that from Grian's house? Jimmy: Yeah. Martyn: I got this from your house. (Grian and Gem erupt into laughter) Jimmy: (from off screen) What! Is that Norman's toy?! Martyn: Yeah, it's Norman's. I was like, "you know what the best little things are? My cats." And I thought, "I'll bring a cat toy." And then I thought, "nah, I want them to play with them while I'm away," so I took yours. Grian: That--is that Jimmy's? Martyn: That's Jimmy's cat's toy. Jimmy: (from off screen) I want that back! Martyn: Hold on, I want to show the camera real quick. (to the camera) There you go, look at that. Lil cat toy. (to Grian) I don't know why you're laughing, I got one of yours and all. (Grian and Gem begin laughing again, someone claps off screen) There you go, that one's for you. (to Jimmy) That one's for you. I would do a mic drop but I don't want to break it. Gem: He's been robbing the cats. Grian: Okay, right. Martyn: (off screen) Poor kitters. Grian: Let's uh--

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grian: can i use your wrist?

ohhh them 💖💖

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oli orionsound in the mcc before twitch rivals had an open short WITH CHEST HAIR SHOWING. SHABLAM.

and on his birthday music stream too.

🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

now THIS is what I'm talking about!!

the shorts are also really good. thank you anon!

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Just any life series scar

Open shirt

anon I appreciate it but that's just pixels. give me a man made of flesh. i want to ogle body hair and imperfect skin and wrinkles and spots missed when shaving and tan lines and milky gamer skin and crooked smiles and all the other things that make humans beautiful

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So Y’know pixlriffs from empires season 2

Yeah that’s your open shirt man right there

anon this recommendation is sweet but i am not into roleplay so empires doesnt work for me at all unfortunately :/

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i need more men with open shirts

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Good morning. I'm thinking about divorcé Grian, who hasn't had sex with another person in maybe 12 or 18 months, finally getting into bed with Gem. And he's so into it but he's so nervous, and she's so beautiful, and she feels so good. He keeps having to stop or slow down, reaching down to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too quickly. And every time he does it, Gem giggles at him (not unkindly though), and he's embarrassed by his hair trigger. He's never had this problem before, she's just so—

She makes a noise, a soft whimper, when he slides deep into her, just right. There's no way he could replicate that sound just using his fingers in her. He wants to hear that sound again and again and again, but unfortunately it's that same sound that's driving him crazy, pushing him so close to the edge on every thrust. It's Gem. Wanting him.

Maybe he's trembling with the effort of holding off, desperately asking Gem if she's close. And she's feeling good, but she's not quite there yet, so she tells him it's okay. They have time. They can go again. She's not letting him leave this bed for the rest of the weekend, anyway.

It feels selfish, and he's not been selfish for such a long long time. But he's not felt wanted like this for such a long long time, either. She holds him close, legs around his waist, her hands on his back. He's practically melting in her. Tells he's close. He's gonna. He can't–

She just says yeah and I want it and I want you to, and it's too much for him. He buries his face in her neck and she rakes her fingers through his hair, holding him there as he ruts into her. He says oh, Taylor, fuck when he comes, doesn't hear her surprised little gasp when he uses her real name in a way he never has before.

It's been a long time for him since sex didn't just feel like going through the motions. Been a long time since he didn't just wanna roll over and pass out as soon as he was done. Been a long time since sex made him feel, like this.

Gem doesn't push him away, clutches him close, keeps him inside her even as he's getting soft. When he lifts his head to meet her eye, he's still a little embarrassed, but she just kisses him, smiling against his mouth.

He slides down her body with more kisses, almost worshipful now, mind flooded with endorphins and pleasure and the high of a truly satisfying orgasm. He wants to use his mouth on her, another thing he hasn't done in a long time, but the muscle memory comes flooding back. He's good at this, uses two fingers and then three to fuck his own come into her, devouring her all the while. She comes once, locking up around him, and he doesn't stop until she comes again. And when he breaks away for air, panting, mouth red and glistening, she just whines and pushes him down again for another go.

And if I told you he was hard again by the end of it all, and when he slid into her she was even softer and wetter for him than before? Maybe that's a little indulgent of me. But it is genuinely all I can think about.

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permitmaster is over and the main stream switches to the break screen once again. next to gem, grian sighs audibly. gem turns to him and barely catches the visible dropping of his shoulders as he relaxes

he returns her look and grins self-consciously. "you think it was good?"

gem wants to roll her eyes at him but she stops the urge. it didnt take much hanging out with grian in person, for her to learn that he gets anxious on livestreams, especially when everyone else is there in person too. it's why she agreed to be the permitmaster in the first place. "it was great! chat was loving martyn's song."

gem continues talking, though grian only seems to be half listening. he's fidgeting, first just with his hands and then he reaches up and loosens his tie. gem's breath catches at that, but she manages to hide it as a normal pause between sentences. it's only when grian undoes the tie completely and pulls it off that she stops talking. his shirt buttons are still closed, but he already looked good in that outfit and now without the tie she wants nothing more than to grab him and kiss him until he understands he's a good entertainer.

grian's head snaps up when she quiets and he raises an eyebrow at her in question.

"sorry, you distracted to me" gem isnt sure why she's being honest. she blames it on being right next grian all day now. his hand has been on her back and shoulder casually at any opportunity and she'd returned the touch. they're closer than they've ever been and she's enjoying every second of it.

grian huffs a laugh, clearly unsure if she's joking. it turns into a smirk as he reaches up again and undoes the top button of his shirt. "better now?"

gem doesnt know whether she wants to love or hate him for that. the permit office outfit already suited him. a little silly in the way grian likes to play a character for the viewers. and a little sexy. but with the buttons undone, it's only sexy now. a version of him that makes gem want to grab his collar and kiss him. as if she doesnt always want do that, as if she hadnt imaged doing just that last night. but the urge is stronger now. irresistible

it only takes gem a quick look around the room to know they're alone. gem reaches for him, touches his shirt collar and asks, "no, worse. can i?"

grian's "yeah" comes a little rough. gem isn't sure why agreed, what he's thinking she's asking about. she didnt expect him to just say yes. gem leans forward, closing the distance between them. she kisses him quickly, on the cheek. it's chaste. she doesn't want to spook him

when she pulls away he's staring at her with big eyes. and keeps staring for so long that gem wants to run away. she moves to do just that, but grian's hand on her shoulder stops her. and then he's leaning forward, grabbing her chin and kissing her. he doesnt keep it chaste. he finds her lips, and when she responds by slipping her hands around his neck he deepens the kiss with a sigh.

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"permit office off hours". grian.

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people get so angry when you tell them they need to respect copyright and licensing, actually

like buddy i just dont want to get sued. calm down

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I think about this multiple times a day

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I think about this multiple times a day

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I think about this multiple times a day

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I think about this multiple times a day