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Anthony/Couriway @realcouri • 5h
If you weren’t watching the stream today, I’ve mentioned that I will be gone for the next two weeks for personal matters, so just a heads-up for the stream watchers!
YouTube uploads are on schedule as always, so you guys will still at least have that while I’m away. Me and birb will be having a wonderful time once again exploring the world together.
📸 [Image attachment: A photo of Birb sitting delicately on Couriway’s desk on top of a plane ticket covering all the text staring blankly up at the camera.]
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President Poundcake @PresiPoundcake • 5h
Replying to @realcouri
Fancy Pants Rich McGee over here flexing his money out here on the jobless smh I can’t believe you’d do this to your community Couri
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Anthony/Couriway @realcouri • 5h
Replying to @PresiPoundcake
You can’t keep saying that Poundy, also I’m not even the one paying for these so shut up!!
📣 announcements﹥
Feinberg Today at 10:11 AM
no stream today, irl things happening that’ll need my full attention
maybe a stream tmrw if things work out
dont count on it
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Feinberg Today at 1:32 PM
Ok lets chill on the sob reactions..
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He’s never been so anxious in his life, and that’s something coming from him of all people because he’s been on stage for enough in-person events standing in front of live crowds that he should be used to these nervous jitters. Wiping his sweaty hands on his shirt again and bouncing from foot to foot, he uses his height to look for a certain someone as people come pouring out of the tunnels connecting to planes that just landed a little while ago, slightly anxious that they might miss each other– but that would be impossible.
It’s not their first time meeting in person– no, they’ve met quite a few times before in the past during events but several of those times they hadn’t exactly been together yet. Even then, they weren’t exactly out to the public or any of their own friends for that matter, so a lot of what they could do was always behind closed doors after hours of stealing glances at each other all day.
While in his thoughts, his eyes lock with eyes that he swears that he would be able to recognize in every universe ever even if they weren’t in the same bodies at all. Even if that was the case, he knows that there would never be anyone else in the countless universes they might exist in together that could make him feel like this but Couri.
Warm brown meets his own, and he doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever actually actively ran for something that wasn’t the bathroom so that he spent the least time there possible and could make it back before an event resumed.
Couri meets him halfway and falls into his arms, and he feels complete again. Every kiss they share still feels like their first kiss again and again, and he loves it. Couri fits against him like they’re two pieces of a puzzle, and Fein loves it more than anything. Running on nothing but pure euphoria, he gathers enough strength and spins Couri a bit before putting him down and kissing him again, the two of them both smiling into the embrace, unable to stop to actually properly kiss, their teeth clicking as they both giggle with pure happiness radiating off of each other, their emotions infectious and amplifying what they already feel.
Neither of them feel like letting go, wanting to stay in this tight embrace together forever. Though, they really should pick-up Couri’s bags before they get too lost in the luggage areas, so they part eventually, but not fully– keeping their hands connected and fingers intertwined.
When was the last time he had seen Couri in person like this? It’s been a bit since they’ve been face to face like this. He’s pretty sure the last they were in person was last year in September for Speedrun Summit and Twitch Rivals, but even then they hadn’t had too much time to spend together fully due to the amount of events taking place one after another, being exhausted by the end of the day from the absurd amount of interactions with fans taking place and just collapsing into bed together and falling asleep without another word in each others arms.
He carries Couri’s bags to the taxi– he’s surprised with how much his lover had bought even if it was just another backpack because he knows all too well that Couri would be stealing his clothes a majority of the time he’s staying over with Fein, so he’s basically just over packing at this rate. Couri presses a kiss against his cheek, and he smiles so wide because of it. He can’t wait until they’re fully home so that they don’t need to worry about anyone seeing them and possibly recognizing them while they were trying to just spend time with each other.
Thankfully his apartment is on the very first floor of the entire building, so the moment they step through he’s already being smothered in kisses, Couri standing on his tippy toes and holding his face, pressing kisses all over as he giggles from the ticklish feeling. God, his face hurts from how much he’s been smiling today. He’s been smiling since the morning from just the thought of Couri coming over– he’s so terribly in love and he never thought he’d end up like this with his best friend of all people.
His cheeks are flushed from all the attention, eyes crinkled up as Couri kisses him with a smile, humming softly.
“I’ve missed being able to do this so much,” Couri mumbles against him, and he chuckles in agreement. “I just wanna kiss you all day, I still need to repay you for every plushie you’ve bought me– you spoil me so much!” He squeaks when Couri pinches his cheek, pulling and making Fein scrunch his expression up and pull away, cradling his cheek with a wounded expression.
“You deserve it! Let me love you this way!!” He pouts, and Couri rolls his eyes, stepping back and going to put down his backpack, leading to the both of them going to put Couri’s things away in Fein’s bedroom and moving his collection of plushies to the floor near his desk, making room for Couri in the bed. Couri falls into his bed and it looks like he belongs there, laid on his blankets and blue sheets, and he crawls in with Couri, drawn towards the man in ways that he couldn’t ever begin to be able to explain– he feels hypnotized, but it leaves him feeling absolutely enchanted by Couri, feeling like his lover is calling for him without even saying anything at all. He rests his head on Couri’s chest, hugging him tightly– and once again, they fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.
Couri presses a kiss against his forehead, and he leans directly into the press of lips, a pleased smile gracing his face when Couri starts running his fingers through his hair, scratching gently while enjoying just being in the presence of each other and having their bodies touch. He’s never loved physical contact so much before.
“You really should stop cutting your hair so often, it’s so much nicer when it’s fluffy.” Couri murmurs, carding his fingers through his light curls and Fein only hums softly in acknowledgement, eyes pressed closed when he starts speaking. “Maybe when you move in I’ll stop cutting it so much, you seem to love running your fingers through my hair a lot but it’s so rare when you can,” he turns so that he could see Couri, leaning up to kiss him with a grin and snicker, gently being pushed back into his own bed while they never part, kissing and kissing without stopping for air, wanting to fill each other’s lungs with the essence of their lover rather than oxygen, and it’s been so long since they’ve been able to do this.
They’ve been yearning to be together again in person for ages, and now they have two full weeks together and they will absolutely be spending both of those two weeks kissing as much as they could and simply just existing together to their heart's content.
Couri trails kisses down his jawline, reaching his neck and pulling back for a moment, fixing his glasses and taking in the sight of the larger man underneath him, hair a mess and face flushed, glasses crooked as he pants quietly for air.
“Fuck, what time is it? Don't you need to stream today?” His fiancé begins to move to climb off of him, but he doesn’t get far before Fein pulls him back down, smashing their lips together again in a deep kiss that leaves both of them reeling with their lungs burning with oxygen.
“No, no. I.. fuck–” His lungs still desperately try to take in air as he speaks, so he takes a moment before continuing again. “No, I told them there wouldn't be a stream today and probably tomorrow, so we have two days before I need to start working again.”
Couri hums quietly in consideration. He leans down, going back to where he had been pressing sloppy kisses against the exposed flesh of his neck, hovering and blowing thin streams of cold air onto the wet spots. “Then I could do.. this without much consequence,” when those words exit Couri, he bites down immediately, making Fein gasp as the other man sucks a hickey into his skin. He pulls away after licking over the bite to soothe it, and they both know it's going to bruise and they also both are very aware of the fact that Fein has absolutely nothing with a high enough collar to cover it, so he needs to hope and pray that it fades enough for him to stream with face-cam in two days time.
“You’re so lucky I love you,” he mumbles against Couri’s mouth while they’re kissing again, and his lover giggles happily in reply. “You’re right, I am quite lucky to have you. I couldn’t have ever wished for anyone better,” Couri kisses him again before he can say anything, effectively silencing him.
They spend several hours in bed and kissing each other, time passing without them realizing. What feels like a couple minutes were full hours, the sky outside turning dark while they grow used to each other’s bodies again.
Finally, after months upon months of waiting, they’re able to fall asleep in each other’s arms again, and Fein is pretty sure this is the earliest he’s fallen asleep in a while. They have plenty to worry about in the morning, but the future is the least of their concerns, currently busy with the present.
Him and his fiancé are two very different people when it comes to sleep.
His alarm rings, pulling him out of his slumber to get ready for the day, but he finds himself trapped in bed because his fiancé is still deeply asleep, his head resting directly on Couri’s chest as he snores softly, and part of him melts at the fact he’s able to witness this in person again, all the urgency to get up leaving him as he coos softly and reaches to run his hands through Fein’s hair like he always wants to do while they’re on sleep call together, the only preventing him was the screen separating them and the countless miles between their beds.
The both of them had fallen asleep with their glasses on, a reasonable thing to happen to him because airports and plane rides themselves were somehow one of the most exhausting things ever, the exhaustion finally hitting him when he had fallen into Fein’s bed, the excitement and thrill of seeing his lover toning down and becoming a background feeling as they had sloppily and tiredly kissed, Fein somehow soaking up his exhaustion and becoming tired too, resulting in both of them falling asleep tangled together still in their outdoor clothes, not a single comfortable outfit in sight. Mentally, he celebrates being able to get Fein to bed before midnight.
He missed actually being able to feel his lover breathing as he slept on his chest, an adorable sight that he wants to see every morning in his life. Fein is the most comfortable sleeping with his ear pressed over Couri’s chest, being held by the man while they slept, something that many wouldn’t ever expect from someone like Feinberg. With his size, they'd expect him to be the big spoon, but Couri hadn't at all been bothered when Fein found himself more comfortable being held by someone, able to rest his head over their lungs and heart, lulling himself to sleep with the noises of his love so close to him.
Couri spends a while petting Fein and running his fingers through his curls, enjoying messing them up and fluffing them out, adding volume to them as his love continues to sleep, entirely undisturbed by Couri touching his face and shifting around to be more comfortable. Falling asleep in jeans was never a comfortable thing to do, but for the sake of basking in the morning light a little longer with his lover, he’ll deal with it.
He’s willing to deal with it until his stomach starts growling– that’s where he’s going to draw the line of sacrifices he’s willing to make for Fein, and he’s willing to do a lot for his fiancé! It’s not the first time he’s woken up in this predicament but every time it happens he still isn’t exactly sure on how to get out of it without disturbing Fein too much. It’s not like Fein is easily disturbed, he just has some odd secret sixth sense for when Couri wakes up and starts trying to get out of bed and starts to wake up himself and tries to find a way to keep Couri in bed for longer every morning.
Slowly, he tries to unwrap Fein’s arms from around him like he always does, praying that this time it has more success than the times he’s tried in the past, but just like Fein always does, he starts blinking awake from the first movement and starts pulling Couri closer while he tries to escape the death cuddle. Fein makes disgruntled noises while he tries to squirm out of the unforgiving grasp, groaning while his darling sweetheart whines with discontent at Couri trying to leave the bed.
“Fein, I can’t just lay in bed with you for as long as you want because unlike you, I’d prefer to eat before I do anything.” He turns to cradle Fein’s cheek while he talks, and his fiancé hums and leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Neither of us are streaming today, why do you willingly get up so early when you could stay here in bed with me?” Fein pouts, earning a flick to his nose while Couri takes this chance to climb out, seeing the way his fiancé immediately becomes very upset, rolling back over and pulling the blanket over himself again after grabbing his phone.
“Okay, don’t be like that. I’ll come back after I’ve showered, I feel disgusting.” Fein rolls back over while Couri runs his fingers through his hair again, staring for a second before huffing and nodding. “Give me a kiss before you go?” Well, he’d never turn down a chance to kiss his fiancé.
Though, he really should’ve known better than to trust Fein who never wants to get up on time in the morning. Immediately when he leans down, Fein grabs him and decides that now is the time to use his strength and energy to trap Couri back in bed with him, covering him in kisses as Couri pushes his face away with very little results for his efforts.
“Let me go! You’re such a fucking ass oh my god.” He’s enjoying the kisses still even as he’s actively fighting against Fein, squirming in his hold before being let go with enough hits against Fein’s chest. Though their play fighting seems to have woken Fein enough for him to drag himself out of bed after Couri into the bathroom, wrapping himself around Couri from behind and tucking his face in his neck.
📣 announcements﹥
Feinberg Today at 8:02 AM
no stream today again
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Feinberg Today at 8:43 AM
I literally said yesterday to not count on a stream happening
if you expected a stream that's just your fault
Feinberg Today at 9:04 AM
there’s no stream because I’m being made to touch grass btw
shocking I know
# ask-me-anything >
balls Today at 9:37 AM
@feinberg proof of you touching grass?
Feinberg Today at 10:01 AM
📸 [Image attachment: A photo of Feinberg’s fingers intertwined with another person’s fingers, showing them holding hands in front of a patch of grass. There’s no identifiers on who the other person could be.]
I didn’t wanna go out but I had to so here I am
blame the mystery person for no stream
“Why are you framing me for being the reason you’re going out? We planned this before I came over, we were going grocery shopping regardless of what happened.” Couri peeks over his shoulder to look at his phone screen after he stopped them to take the photo, seeing what he said in reply to the ask.
“You’re the only one I can pin the blame on,” he leans over to bump his head against Couri’s, “it’s not like I’m wrong about it.”
“You’re such a dickhead,”
“And you’re such an asshole,”
“Well! You are what you eat.”
“What–?!” Couri gets on his tippy toes to give him a peck that silences him before dragging him along to the bus stop. When the bus arrives, it's terribly crowded, so they end up pressed against each other to make room for others, Couri’s back pressed against his front, and neither of them mind this close proximity all that much. His height allows him to reach the bars above them for more stability, and his other arm wraps around Couri to keep him close and so that he doesn’t fall if the driver runs over something on the road. When he looks down, Couri looks up at him, and both of them smile at each other, and when Couri looks back down he rests his chin on his fiancé's hair, feeling Couri huff in amusement.
He barely notices it when Couri takes a selfie of them, humming happily at the thought of their photos together, leaning down and pressing a kiss against Couri's temple with a grin on his face. He gets pulled along off the bus, and Couri seems to have an entire mental shopping list already drafted out because all he does is wait until Fein gets a cart before walking ahead, making Fein chase after him to keep up.
When he does catch up, he gets a kiss on his cheek, making him smile as he trails after the man, pushing the cart slowly and aimlessly scrolling on his phone, stopping before he accidentally hits the back of Couri’s shins, something he’s done more than once on accident when he didn’t notice Couri stopping to grab something, getting glared at and the cart shoved back at him which… yeah, it’s deserved.
Every time Couri comes over, they always have to go shopping because of how empty Fein's fridge is and as much as Couri loves him so, he absolutely refuses to eat fash food more than once a week, and sure, Fein understands why and he knows how unhealthy it is, but his laziness always gets the better of him, well, unless Couri is around of course. It's a small routine that he sometimes looks forward to even though all his complaints in the morning, wanting to sink right back into his mattress with Couri into a more than comfortable slumber, sharing his days and nights with the man that he loves more than anything. He gets his own choice selection of things, primarily just snacks to stay at his desk in arms reach while Couri compares bunches of bananas and debates on what flavor of Belvita he wants, tossing both into the cart when he catches Fein's eye.
"I haven't tried these soft baked ones, but it has banana flavor so I assume it's good– not all banana flavored things are good, but these do look pretty promising." Couri holds the box up as he talks, and the print on the box does look pretty good– he's really tempted to just eat them immediately after they pay, and for the rest of the trip it stays on Fein's mind as he pushes the cart behind Couri. They get a few other things, mostly just fruits and vegetables (as much as he's known for his apparent hatred of greens, but he doesn't mind carrots and other things all that much if he can't taste them– he will most definitely spit something out if it randomly crunches, but doesn't everyone do that?) for dinner later tonight if they felt up to it– he's thinking about having some good white rice right about now, that sounds awesome. Maybe he shouldn't have skipped breakfast– he got a toaster for a reason, might as well use it for a quick thing to eat like Couri always did.
He pays for the groceries when Couri turns to find his wallet, taking the receipt while he feels eyes burn into his back, holding the bags with a sheepish smile as they return to the bus stop, leaning on each other as they sit, waiting for the bus to arrive. He flickers through random discord channels on his phone, aimlessly reading conversations going on and seeing what else was happening, hearing rustles and glancing up and to his side to see Couri looking at him with a terribly fond expression, and he puts his phone away, smiling and leaning over to steal a kiss as the other man giggles into it. The sounds had been coming from Couri rummaging through the bag to find the biscuits they had bought to try, cracking the box open and feeling the bag inside, throwing an off-handed comment about the trash waste things like this had, but also concluding that technically there wasn't any better way to store them.
It's soft– well, it's literally said to be soft-bake so obviously it will be soft, but he's so used to the crunchy versions it catches him off guard regardless, feeling it crumble when he tries to pull it out of the packaging, breaking off a bit and bringing it up to Couri's mouth, pushing the bit onto his tongue and pulling back to get himself a bit too. It's crunchy and soft, but it's a snack with grains and oats, so it's just a bit weird, but not enough for him to want to spit it out immediately. It really does taste like banana, and it sits heavy on his tongue as he hums at the taste of the mush, waiting for Couri to speak his thoughts on it first.
"It really does taste like banana bread," Couri comments, reaching for another bite and cupping his hand under it as he drops it into his mouth, brushing crumbs off of his lap as he chews.
"These are good, maybe I have them for breakfast if I remember before stream," he murmurs around his mouthful before popping the final bit into his mouth before Couri could take it, snickering at the expression that his lover makes, kissing it off his face and tasting the banana on his lips as he does, feeling how Couri smiles so fondly into the tender embrace. The squeal of the bus arriving makes him flinch at the sharp noise when he pulls away, hearing Couri quietly mumble "buh-us" under his breath, getting a chuckle from Fein who repeats the manner the other had said the word under his breath too, a smile playing on his lips at how easily amused the two of them were by such simple things.
Like the early morning ("it's late morning– practically the afternoon actually!" Couri corrects) had been, the bus is crowded so they stand back to front, Couri in front of him with Fein's arms draped over his shoulders holding the bags, resting the weight of his upper body on his fiancé's shoulders, chin resting on top of his wispy curls even if it hurts his neck. The rocking of the bus along with the ever familiar heat of Couri's body and smell of Couri's hair shampoo is comforting– he just smells like home, like Fein's apartment and just smells entirely like the man himself because Couri had used Fein's shampoo to shower obviously, and it's so nice that he almost could fall asleep standing up like this from it all.
The breaks of the bus jolt him out of his mix of day dreaming and dozing off, stretching as he steps off at their stop, handing the bags over to Couri when he offers to hold them so that Fein could rest his arms, rubbing at the red imprints on his skin left behind from the weight of their groceries. He gives Couri a kiss of gratitude on the side of his head, fumbling with his keys to get the door open and spinning the key ring on his finger as he hopped out of his shoes, throwing the keys onto his desk before he moved towards his bedroom, stripping himself of his outdoor clothes on the way and stepping back into something more familiar and comfortable, seeing how Couri watches him from the doorway, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, an amused expression on his face.
How could Couriway have him so head over heels without even doing anything? Feinberg will never know, but he'll always know exactly where his heart wants to lead him, coming up to Couri and pulling him into another short kiss before Couri goes to change out of his clothes, Fein booting up his PC as he waits, swaying back and forth on his chair before he goes and drags his old one over, giving Couri a place to sit (even though preferably, Couri would rather pick to sit in Fein's lap or have it the other way around, but it's not like they can just do that on camera, so this will do) as he starts setting things up for stream because all in all, it's just his daily routine but with a plus one.
"I thought you said you weren't streaming today," Couri rests his arms over his shoulders, and he leans back with the top of his head against Couri's chest, feeling the huff of amusement that carries through the tone of Couri's words.
"Doesn't have to be a stream, could be just you, me and some draftout, I'm sure we could do better than most." He tilts his head back, looking up and leaning upwards, stretching to brush his nose against the column of Couri's throat, smiling when he feels the vibrations from his fiancé's voice box as he speaks, barely paying attention to the words before his head is pushed down gently, Couri looking down at him through his glasses, rolling his eyes at the stupid grin plastered on Fein's face.
"Quit that, you're gonna hurt your neck bending up like that to look at me," Fein gets flicked on the forehead when he tries to look up again, scowling up at his love before looking back at his screen, turning away as Couri sits down beside him, already opening his instances without having to actually look at his screen from how many times he's moved his mouse to this same exact position.
"You down for draftout?" The smile on his face grows ever slightly wider as Couri pulls the chair closer, answer already clear even when he hasn't said anything just yet.
"If you lose more elo like this than you ever did before during a session then it's all on you." Couri's grin will always be brighter than the sun itself, soft high pitched giggles that make everything that he does all worth it in the end. "Of course I'm down." A gentle flick hits the bridge of his glasses as Couri leans close, and he huffs a quiet breath of laughter, leaning over to steal another kiss from Couri's lips before the camera comes to life after he starts stream, chasing for that slightest bit more of addicting intimacy that they could only share without eyes always watching their each and every action. "Stream this so we can look back at it and I can make fun of all the bad decisions you make while you're not locked in around me." Couri murmurs against his lips with a smirk playing on his face, and Fein chuckles as he pulls away and sets the stream up to start, unable to stop grinning as he goes live.
📣 announcements﹥
Feinberg Today at 4:56 PM
@twitch notifs i lied lol
He barely takes any glances at chat flooding in while he queues up, only picking a handful of messages about his sudden stream, seeing the countless messages about Couri that Couri also sees too, a grin stuck on their faces from the confusion of everyone and how normal Fein's stream title is, unaccounting for the other person right by his side.
"Yes, this is the real Couriway, and this is going to be one on mouse and the other keyboard, and it'll be the same as the last time we did this during Speedrun Summit where I'm on keyboard and Couri is on mouse, and yes we are queuing draftout on my actual account because I'm not a pussy and I have faith in the both of us." He hears how Couri stifles his giggles beside him as he covers a majority of the questions he's been spotting in chat, face split open by a huge grin that looks like it makes his cheeks ache. God, if he could kiss the man he would, but their relationship is still hidden from the world, so he refrains.
"I promise I won't throw our games for content, I swear on it." Couri keeps the grin on his face when Fein looks over at him, expression not seen by the camera but there's suspicion etched onto his features, and the click of the queue finding their opponent draws their attention back to the screen, actually focusing on the drafting segment of the match. Fein's hand instinctively reaches for his mouse before dropping it when his fingers brush against the back of Couri's hand, resting it awkwardly on his arm rest as they lean closer towards each other, debating what goal would be best for their current play style, both of them eyeing each other as Couri slowly (as slow as he could go with the sensitivity being so high, they shouldn't changed that a bit before they started but he's sure it'll be fine, he trusts Couri to get used to it after a bit) moves the mouse over to a completely unrealistic goal that neither of them could do in a set amount of time before the other player, and it's not like the other player would want to go for something so deep in the end, so they just stare at each other while the opponent takes their pick, words laid on Fein's tongue that he wants to say before he shakes with giggles that Couri fails to fully suppress, Fein not all that seriously yelling at him for the pick.
His monitor is big enough for both of them to see even when he leans in and looks around at spawn, Couri moving the mouse around to also see their spawn area without even having him verbally ask for it. It's not all that good of a spawn, caged in by large spruce trees all around them that block a lot of their view, but a couple of their goals are just unique crafts and specific items, and he trusts Couri's crafting speed to get them the goals. Mostly.
They win the match, then the next one, and then the one after.
It's slower than Feinberg would ever complete such simple matches like this, but there's too much fun being had that he doesn't care about numbers anymore, and a loss was inevitable, but they chalk it up to a couple too slow stumbles over terrain to get to a tree or mob, or accidental too many button presses from the both of them. It's a shorter stream than it usually would be when he's playing something like draftout, but he finds himself distracted by the hand currently intertwined with his only free hand, connected between the two of them as they lean shoulder to shoulder and lean towards his monitor, their hair sure to be visible on the hand cam from how far they're leaned in to see shipwrecks through the darkness of the ocean.
He wants to capture Couri's mouth in a kiss when he giggles all high and cute, a soft pink coloring his cheeks when he looks at Couri while he leans back and laughs at something they did, sputtering in surprise occasionally at something that also surprises him, and he really does love this man with his soul. He wants to swallow all of Couri's laughter, swallow all his his joy that is contagious as ever, always making Fein break into a grin and soft giggles too, shoulders shaking with his barely contained mirth and they're laughing at nothing it seems, too caught up in each other.
The moment the stream goes offline, he presses a kiss against Couri's cheek immediately, smiling as Couri shrieks with laughter and pushes his face away, glancing over at the offline stream chat to see if it had been caught at all– maybe the lean in from Fein in the very couple frames had been spotted, but surely no one will assume that Fein had been moving that way to press kisses against the other man when their relationship was only known to be best friends and nothing else, right?
He cups Fein's face in his hands, a warm flush all over his features with his eyes squinted in a pleased smile, mirth pouring from him as Couri can't help but feel giddy with it all, happy with all the affection that they've missed out on for months now. He knows that Fein is known for being comforting with his words, reassuring with his teammates and quieting their worries and doubts, and he does the same with Couri, but most don't know how much the taller man adored physical touch, drawn to being held by Couri and holding hands, careful and quick reassuring touches or just a hand pulling him close, a warm embrace that Couri will always sink into, and so will Fein. Their rings had been discarded for the stream, but now they sit back on their fingers where they always should be, Fein twisting his around, fidgeting with it before it clicks against Couri's own ring, quietly staring at how it's such a perfect image.
There's no one else in the whole world they could ever imagine spending their days with but each other, pressed close under a single blanket with small smiles gracing their features as they watch their friends, slowly, eventually, dozing off for the tomorrow that awaits them.
unknownrunner @kjshadag • 20h
wait is this why couri isn't streaming for a bit?? hes with feinberg??? for no reason?? he didn't say shit abt this?? wtf they doing.. also look at this screenshot from the end of stream??😭😭😭😭
📸 [Image attachment: A photo the face-cam during the stream with Feinberg leaning towards Couriway in a blur, the photo is unfocused as Feinberg seems to lean into Couriway who he entirely blocks from view.]
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? @iircoursing • 20h
Replying to @kjshadag
this is parasocial af lol
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Anthony/Couriway @realcouri • 2m
Replying to @kjshadag and @iircoursing
he's making up for cheating on me for valentines mcc double date
📸 [Image attachment: A photo of what seems to be a dinner lit up by candlelight inside Feinberg's apartment, a simple meal made fancy by the setting. It captures Feinberg's t-shirt in frame with two plates and a vase of flowers, plates full of familiar comfort foods along with vegetables on Feinberg's plate.]
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sling @slgnshaow • 30s
Replying to @realcouri @kjshadag and @iircoursing
PHOTOSHOP FEINBERG DOESN'T EAT VEGETABLES
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Anthony/Couriway @realcouri • 12s
Replying to @slgnshaow
you'd be surprised what a bit of convincing can get feinberg to do lol. he loves me