#his manhunt practice streams ...

[day-mark]

i need to talk about this again, when sam was streaming his speedruns i wanted dream to learn the new mechanics soo bad, like i need to know exactly what strategies he freshened up on, what stuff specifically???

[invinciblelikeu]

throwback to that ten hour bbh manhunt practice stream where dream spent a huge chunk of that time worried about where sapnap was and kept trying to reach him bc he was convinced something had happened bc he wasn’t responding to his calls — saying that “there’s a game going on and he would never miss this game, there’s no way he’s asleep! he always answers my calls!” 😭😭😭😭

[buds-and-baubles]

i've been meaning to talk about some of my apollo headcanons that have been floating in my head. some of them building upon canon ideas, others inspired by others, and some entirely built up by me. so without further ado, here are my apollo headcanons. i'll definitely make more as i keep reading for him.

apollo headcanons:

- being around speedsters, amazons, blue lanterns, and martian manhunter is hard for him sometimes. he sees his teammates he failed to save. he hears the name impulse and sometimes his brain changes it to 'impetus'. the first time that he met cassandra sandsmark, he became shaky and had to excuse himself.

- he goes out on missions/patrols by himself whenever he's buzzing with energy and/or wanting to help people be safer and happier. he will still go out on missions/patrols with midnighter (aka one form of date night), the authority (for only big world ending emergencies since they're semi-retired), swift/engineer or some of his new friends/allies. even though he's semi-retired, this doesn't mean that the midnighter gets all the fun.

- while on the run with midnighter, he researched his namesake in the library. he was horrified for a good period of time at his resemblance to the statues and various art pieces of the greek god apollo, but wanted to know who he is named after. he after learning about him wanted to embody virtues of apollo on his own terms. music and the arts, truth and prophecy, medicine and healing, the sun and light, herds and flocks, archery, knowledge, averter of evil, eternally youthful, oracular god, pastoral deity, one of the twelve olympian deities, the most hellenic (greek) of the olympian gods, the favorite son of zeus. to his opponents and enemies alike, he is ill health and deadly plague, of diseases in general, beneficial but wrathful, the deadly fire of the sun.

- apollo also has a very specific skin and hair care routine, the latter being because of how particular his hair is. his hair is thick white waves (the color of his hair appearing to be silver in some forms of lighting), which curls at the ends of his hair.

- apollo despite having no need to eat has a sweet tooth. he originally was hooked on sweets during the five years on the run with midnighter. midnighter got them christmas cookies, which is a tradition that has remained with them. jenny quantum became part of this practice when she was adopted.

- for their first halloween on their new earth, they dress as batman and superman, with jenny q's costume a mix of steph's robin and kara's supergirl.

- jenny sparks also gifted him and midnighter one of the frog and toad books, which is the first thing they read to baby jenny quantum.

- two and a half years into apollo and the midnighter being on the run from bendix and sleeping in the alleyways in america is when they decided to start dating. it was at midnight on new year's eve 1995 that they had their first kiss and decided to try a relationship. they kissed on the balcony of the vacant beachhouse they were using as shelter, fireworks going off by the water in their sightline.

- apollo and midnighter have given many nicknames to eachother and also jenny. jenny also has given many nicknames to both her dads.

- apollo's music is primarily in record album format, followed by cd and cassette tapes. the brief time he and midnighter had off before the authority was formed was when he bought a record player and a three in one radio, cd, and cassette player. all his doris day music is in record album form.

- his movie binging and critiquing is comprised of watching dvds and vhs tapes. as shown above, he is rather happy sticking to the older formats of entertainment rather than streaming online, mp3s, etc. he has gone off on a long tangent during a rainy day to midnighter about the differences between regular dvds and blu-ray.

- apollo doesn't wear a wedding ring while in costume, as he considers his and midnighter's symbols on their chests to be their wedding rings. however, they do wear wedding rings outside of costume, which were a wedding gift made by angie. apollo's wedding ring is a gold band with midnigher's chest symbol engraved on it, and midnighter's wedding ring is a silver band with apollo's chest symbol engraved on it.

- apollo began to pursue cooking and baking not only as a hobby and a way to destress but also as a way to build himself further outside of henry bendix's vision. he convinced midnighter to learn as well and they'll do it together or seperately. when both in the kitchen, they'll bicker over apollo following his heart on numerous parts of the recipe while midnighter sticks purely to the recipe out of the feeling that he needs to and just so he can have playful banter with apollo.

- apollo will use various things to focus his superhuman senses on to calm him down when overwhelmed. his various hobbies that act as meditation, listening to music, putting up wind chimes, watching movies, lighting candles, you name it. it brings him back to himself.

- apollo encouraged midnighter to find hobbies just for himself outside of fighting, which apollo pointed him toward ones that might work well with his computer brain.

- every arts and crafts piece and report card of jenny's is hung up on the fridge or framed on the wall. midnighter really loves framing their photographs and art pieces on the walls in specific ways that makes his brain happy. he once put a frame like an exhibit in an art gallery around a dent in the wall made by apollo's ass when he was low on solar charge and tripped on one of jenny's toys titled; "ass of the sun god by: apollo circa xxxx".

- apollo and midnighter split evenly or work together on taking jenny places fun/doing fun things with jenny or otherwise. arts and crafts, watching movies, helping with homework, etc.

- he prefers reading books in the physical format. he owns some but also has a library card so he can take out books (and always return the books on time).

- cooking/baking, the arts, gardening, and zen and yoga techniques are his forms of meditation. most of these are canon but i am so on board with apollo doing yoga after other people have said so.

- apollo sees parts of himself in kon-el/conner kent aka superboy. though apollo doesn't know his origin, the foundation of both of theirs is extremely similar. sun-powered superhumans created to be superhero pawns by government organizations.

- though they lost their old world, angie worked with the carrier (who is hiding from the watchtower) to bring back all their important documents and belongings like birth, marriage and/or medical records, photographs, etc.

- to match jenny quantum while turning over a new leaf in this new world, apollo and midnighter made their legal last name quantum. it helps them out in legal matters and is corny cute. andrew pulaski and lucas trent are their undercover names they used for one mission together and jenny q won't let them forget about it.

- the authority sponsors all the causes they support, pride being just one of them.

- apollo does sometimes still wish he could remember his life from before but at the same time knows it doesn't change who he is now. that perhaps it's better off him not knowing.

- he has nightmares of being experimented on but can't really say if those are memories, representations for his inner turmoil while he sleeps, or his brain building up what he thinks happened to make him who he is now.

- date nights with midnighter when they get the chance to are to restaurants, bars/gay bars, or a duo mission/patrol.

- he also goes out to spend time with angie and/or shen because fuck yeah team air support/cav!

- apollo breaks sexuality meters and wows people on the regular with how gorgeous he is wherever he goes.

- his kirlian aura halo changes in appearance depending on his mood, solar charge status, light or lack therof, and visual perspective. it will become brighter, dimmer, change color shades in the warm tone variety, and the amount of solar/lens flares accompanying the primary halo.

- apollo's eyes flicker or fully light up gold when he uses his powers and/or when he's upset. in addition to this, he has tapetum lucidum as a result from how henry bendix built his oculars. this correlates with his various abilities regarding his superhuman vision, enabling his eyes to light up gold in little to no lighting and/or when light like a flashlight or a camera's flash is focused on his face.

- he has been mistaken countless times for the actual apollo by people he's rescued. there's also been at least two times where an injured kryptonian (you can decide who) he's helped has mistaken him for rao.

- building upon the above, i believe that in addition to being (confirmed) inspired by kal-el/clark kent aka superman, that he's also inspired by these characters; doris aka lightray (superman: the dark side), rao (justice league of america 2015 vol 4), raymond terrill aka the ray (time and tempest), kon-el/conner kent aka superboy (superboy '94), and the greek god apollo in every format. though countdown: arena made wildstorm apollo earth-50's variant of the ray, final crisis made wildstorm apollo one of earth-50's superman variants of the multiverse. below is images of him and all his listed inspirations (i know this depiction of rao came out after wildstorm apollo but he still reminded me of him).

image sources:

the authority: revolution 2004-2005 issue #1

the adventures of superman 1987-2006 issue #505

superman: the dark side 1998 issue #3

justice league of america 2015-2016 issue #7

the ray 1994-1996 issue #25

superboy 1994-2002 issue #1

statue of apollo on top of the main facade of the burgtheater in vienna, austria

[kalidoscope-13]

Haikyuu Headcannons !!

Are they invested in the Dream Crashout?

Contains: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Tanaka, Noya, Daichi, Suga, Kenma, Ushijima, Tendou, Kita, Atsumu, and Suna

Hinata:

Yes. He didn't watch them during their peak, so he doesn't quite understand how this is crashout was like a powder keg getting ready to burst and it finally did. He watches them now, though, and is a current Tommy, Jack, and Ranboo viewer. He doesn't really know who Dream and the rest of them are. Definitely talks about it during practice.

Kageyama:

Not really. He's just sort of nosy. Curious as to what possessed Dream to insert himself into the conversation when he didn't need to. He doesn't have Twitter, so the only updates he gets are through Hinata during practice.

Tsukishima:

He's quite invested in all of this. But that only concerns himself and God. He watched their streams during the peak, knew quite a bit about all of the lore. He's been irked at all the things coming out about them(*cough cough* Wilbur *cough cough*) but he was a firm Dream Anti. Most of his social media is saying 'I told you so.' He saw this day coming for quite some time.

Tanaka:

Tanaka is also a nosy guy. He overhears Hinata and Noya talking about it during practice one day and deciceds to search it up. He doesn't know who Dream or Tommyinnit are, but he is LOVING the twitter drama coming out of it right now.

"Wait, Noya, is this the guy you tried to get me and Asahi to copy?"

"...no"

Noya:

A regular DSMP viewer. Some may even call him a stan at certain points. Used and interacted with them and the fandom on Twitter quite often. He knows this beef back and forth, down to the letter. He can give a timeline graph of traces of this from 2021 and how it's all reached this point. He and Hinata exchange theories about what's going on, who Dream really is, if he was sober or not during the stream.

Side headcannon: During 2020, Noya definitely tried to convince Tanaka and Asahi to play minecraft manhunt with him. It didn't go very well because Asahi was scared of the caves and Nether for them to get very far.

Daichi:

No. This man is a chronically offline king. The only thing of importance that he knows about this drama is that he has grown to hate both parties. Hinata and Noya interupt practice talking about it so much it's driven him to this point.

Suga:

Sort of. He's been overhearing Hinata and Noya talk about it for weeks, so one night he searches it up and it didn't go any further than that. It was obviously not his scene, but maybe if he was younger.

However, in an alternate universe, I could totally see middleschool Sugawara being a Tommyinnit fan. After all, where do you think he got all of his chaos from?

Kenma:

Absolutely. He was a DSMP stan during their peak years and even now occasionally checks in on all of them. He followed everyone's Twitters and had notifications ON. Sometimes he would wake up really early before school to catch streams and play video games. He had so many channel points. At one point, he applied to be a discord mod for multiple Discord servers of theirs. He never got the role, though. He even credits some of them as his inspiration for streaming.

He's definitely invested and even saw this coming in a sense. After the DSMP ended and the whole USMP vs QSMP thing, he knew what was bound to happen.

Ushijima:

Who are kidding here? Definitely not. This man's head is empty, only room for volleyball and academics.

You ask him about the Dream Crashout and his response is:

"What's a crashout and what does it have to do with my dreams?...what do you mean Twitter?"

Tendou:

He's invested, but not in the same way. He doesn't know nor care who these people are. He checked the trending tab on Twitter and realised it was drama and had to know everything about it. Probably owns the second funniest reply to the tweet, with the first belonging to Kenma.

Kita:

Definitely not. The only Twitter this man knows is the sound birds make. However, with the amount Atsumu goes on about it during practice, he's gotten pretty annoyed with it all.

Atsumu:

100000% yes. The memes would be what drew him in, but he stayed because of the crashout. Discovers Tommyinnit is the funniest person ever. Follows him imedietly afterwards. "Partially because I played the villain on the SMP" enters his regular vocabulary. Kita, Osamu, and the entire team(save for Suna) hate him. He doesn't care. His hundreds of Twitter followers he got from posting memes will love him. Dream's Crashout was the best thing to ever happen to this man.

Suna:

He doesn't care, but he finds it funny to interact. Lives for the drama. Knows the just of the drama to make sure he can dig up accurate deleted screenshots of tweets or even DMs. He enjoys posting online but isn't invested in the actual crashout at all. Makes a few memes, though.

[dtupdates-archive]

♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

Day nine: dogboy dream! <3

💚He's so 🥺💚

Even when you’re far away, next to me is where you’ll stay .. 🌊

a quick #dreamfanart 🧡🍑🏵️

💌We all know that evey time he🧍‍♂️its so puppy🥺💕

To whoever wants to hear

Drawberry shortcake and his blueberry bestie🍓🫐

peek

Stream Everest❄️

okay this was quick

Art studies with Dreamie :)

Bloop🐕

dream winning escondite en francia like 🤒

puppy eyes

Blob blob blobs everywhere!! 💚💚

Dream the Man that you are

Manhunt drm :)!

redraw!

Blob hug !

I was rewatching all the manhunts so

dreamie goes thrifting

🤠

shishishi!!

love you 💚🌷

LOVED this outfit and had so much fun drawing it!!!

it’s gonna be alright 🫂

He has no clue what's going on

sunshine boyy☀️🫶

don't you ever grow up, just stay this little

So high like I’m on Everest🏔

Day six: spiderman dream! <3

look what you made me do (taylor's version) will have dream as a feature trust me

drowning

DAY 6: SPIDER DREAM

eh why not post the rizzlers

real i guess

Kind of love ✨💚

I AM A 🟩🟦🟧🟪 STAN

this is so minion of him

“You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding” Dream in Taylor Swift’s Cardigan music video

At least in my art I can give you a gift :D

drawberry picking droodle 🍓

I finally did a real dream drawing!! I gave him a dteam cat hat :)

I missed u <3

doodles and a dream 💫

dreamie sketch on my phone from work <3

uhmm....

druit

dream concert !!!!!!!! ⭐️⭐️

Dream to cleanse your tl ❤️❤️❤️

minecraft boys !! (^○^)

dreamie sketches ft my fav outfits of his

love ya

two bros sharing a milkshake

wolflyn's mermaid dream🪼🐠

tying you to me - folklore!george x evermore!dream

I'm very excited for the Everest mv :) ❤️

Do what he says 🔫

drater tot

DAY 6 !!!! He’s here !!!!!

Day four: geoguesser dream! <3

they fight.

Day two: dsmp/c!dream <3

Tackle hug🧡🏔

Dream you are SO LOVED and I hope you know that <3

(BLOOD + GLITCHING) // prison arc on top

dreamie !! 💖🧃

JOIN US!

i heard something about the dreamverse, idk

Style practice with some doodles

he’s just a silly little guy

free him!!!!!

here’s the full portrait for the drupdates poster 🥸 v fun thank u drupdates !! DRIRTHDAY 🥳🥳

[virginmiri99]

The second act! (+ doxxing story)

After the title screen breaks away there is a pixelated set of purple animated eyes (really cool pixel animation I will say), this is basically the character embodiment of the fucked up parts of the internet and the hate Tommy dealt with. It is voiced by Schlatt. My memory gets fuzzy around these part in where the order happens, but I'll get to where he starts explicitly talking about doxxers. At this point he's completely dropped character, this is just him. He starts off saying how Dream called him one night and explained that the group of people who were targeting him and his friends were now targeting Tommy, giving him advice on how to be careful. This leads to the moment he goes to the door and his entire street is filled with cars with deliveries, and saying he owed them thousands (this went on and off for a while). How one time he came downstairs to find police and his parents talking, his mother crying and a letter being signed in his name saying his parents were abusing him and tried to kill him - he expressed alot of guilt for his parents during this. How they were hearing glass shatter one night and found his mum's car wrecked (they didn't know if it was a hired attack or direct). And how they started recieving so many letters and that they were told by police not to open them inside due to the threat of them being laced or containing dangerous things. All the while bags are being thrown on stage from the mention of the deliveries. I believe he did make mention of being followed but I got distracted because one dickhead was shouting during this part. Tommy expressing how scared and low he was emotionally, and how even the thought of going outside made him want to throw up. All the while this is a very raw and emotional telling of the events. The tonal shift and character drop was sharp and alot more intense than what I anticipated going in.

At a certain point act one ends, and a 20 minute break later act two begins with a black sheet being brought onto stage. Some of the bags being cleaned up onto the sheet by some behind the scene people, before switching to Jack (Iain) and Freddie as (Binda) cleaning them up and talking about it, with Binda being naive, opening the letters and talking about how horrible they are. Jack says how Tommy is depressed, and they've not seen him in hours, reiterating again how shit and dangerous the situation is, and the line 'no kid should have to go through this' is repeated. It was very easy to tell it was heavily written by Tommy's dad. After realising they've not seen him in hours they go in different directions of stage looking rather desperately for him. There's a mild allusion in this part to Tommy having been a danger to himself, it is not as explicit as the external dangers they talk about.

From the black sheet previously placed now it's the bag on, Tommy's hand raises (he's been there since the break) and he gets up, to check his fake prop phone, with the joke of trying to film tiktoks and he can't. (It's a writing attempt to make sure the mood doesn't dip too low before it gets even lower). Binda comes back, elated to see Tommy but he is far too distraught, getting angry at Binda and having one of the most realistic breakdowns I've seen in stage acting, to the point he kneeled, curled into himself and pretty much half sobbed. His voice during this read like he was reliving it more than portraying it, but given how many shows it was I'm guessing there wasn't unhealthy acting practices or mindset. After more talking and genuinely kind of heart wrenching acting, Binda brings up the idea of quitting, Tommy debates with this, before leading onto to how he lost the ability to care about his safety, and aka the irl manhunt stream, where he acknowledges how poor an idea it was, and how his parents were watching it kinda horrified. After that Tommy's dad took alot more of the reign with behind the scenes stuff helping him. Tommy talks with Jack, begging and asking things to go back to normal (he repeats that part alot), Jack says confirms again he'd have to quit. This leads to Tommy's decision not to out of love for what he does, and the start of him vlogging (Jack also plays Big Russ painfully well).

My memory around this part gets messy cause there was one kid shouting and and I struggled to focus (he did get told off by staff, but this is definitely a recurring issue between shows). Jack does explicitly say, in paraphrasing, that Tommy made the show for closure. That's the meta reason and the driving force for it. Anons and everyone saying it were unbelievably right.

Schlatt, aka. the representation the worst of the internet, referred as Bob much to his dismay keeps popping up and confirming he'll be everywhere and Tommy can't escape him - the story goes on an incline again, talking positively about being about the Spiderverse premiere and laughing at his outfit, moving to Brighton (Binda gets thrown in attic, not the last we see in the show but apparently where he is currently in real life), and a fair few more things (the show doesn't go too far into the current year or most of 2022). All is going well.

Schlatt comes on again, and there is a song duet where Tommy sings around the the topic of taking the reigns and essentially being happy, with Schlatt joining in to try and counter it. Tommy ends the song holding a note for so damn long, it was also one of the bigger cheers in the show.

Schlatt then continues to trying to upset Tommy, only to go from on screen, to be portrayed by Comedy Joe in one of the purple fabric looking suits with Schlatt voicing over. There's talking and Binda, ever so innocent, breaks away from that characterisation and openly swears, calling Schlatt's character something along the lines of twat I think. This devolves to a fight scene with a surprisingly good starting choreography and sound design where you have Tommy being lifted into the air by his neck and Jack jumping on Joe's back. The sound tech team adding a variety of weapon noises and Binda having to be forcibly restrained for being incredibly violent. Comedy Joe's body ends up getting dragged off stage, and from that we get a lovely conclusion to to the show and a small aftermath of the attic, proclaiming Binda will return. (You can tell I'm getting tired writing this part my bad, it was a cathartic ending)

My brain is doing my best to remember all of it and it is failing simply for the sake of how much was in that 2 hours. And while I don't want to seem biased I will say if there's any part of what I've said that doesn't make sense or doesn't seem entertaining I assure you it's on me and how I'm describing it - in person it is a very enjoyable experience, and I do really hope it gets its American counter part (though I dread how some of the humour may transfer over)

The entire thing was pretty much a Trojan horse for Tommy getting closure and being able to talk about some traumatic shit, with the Trojan horse itself being a well written comedy show. My only criticism is there was one or two of the cruder jokes that the show would've probably been better off without, and maybe less time for the attic scene at the end to show up (because people got out of their seats and kinda stood awkwardly once they realised)

Good show, if you or any anons get the chance to see it if it gets its American counter part I'd vouch for it 👍

Hey so I started crying really hard overt this. Idk if I can even form a response rn I just feel for this kid but I'm so glad that he got a cathartic ending out of this

[nerdhappenings]

youre a dsmp fan too! any dating headcanons? you can choose who you want. 🤭

I'd love to! I'll just do a few- I know there's so many. 😅 And I am doing this because it is so very very long.

Dream:

-Definitely prefers a casual date at home to going out -Gets the full snack spread -Lounging on the couch -Probably watching football, Youtube videos, streams or binging shows -Playing video games -He's way better at Minecraft than you -He teases you about it -"Did you just try to mine diamond with a stone pickaxe?" "I forGoT, okAY??" "*wheeze*" -He'll give you tips -Very patient -"That's okay, it took me a while to get the portal trick, too. Try again" -Don't even get me started on the manhunts -Will pick you up at any given moment -Bridal style, arms around your waist, whatever -He loves your size difference -Often gets you what you want when you're out shopping -He doesn't always, though -He has some self control and common sense -Will bring you back things that make him think of you while he's out by himself -It could be something he buys, or if he sees a rock or something he thinks you'd like -Very attentive -If you ask him to do something for you he usually will without question -"Sure; where is it?" "What do you need?" "You sure you only want one?" -He notices things, too -If you're having a bad day, he can tell -Takes you everywhere if he can -He feels more at home with you around -His love language is probably touch or quality time -Gives your head lots of kisses -Head kisses all day -I feel like he gives off a decent bit of body heat, too -Casual cuddler -He'll just have his arm on the back of the couch and you slide in -Bounces his music or video ideas off of you -He will sing a song he just wrote to you so you can give feedback -Private concerts -You stop and listen if you're walking by his room and happen to hear him singing quietly -He's written multiple songs about you -He's in the process of secretly writing a song that he wants you to duet with him -It's taking longer than normal because he wants it to be perfect -Definitely texts you "good morning" and "goodnight" every day -He doesn't really strike me as a pet name person -Maybe "baby" or "hun/hon" or something -He's fine with public displays of affection -Usually holding your hand or has his arm around you -You sometimes wear his clothes, but you're swimming in them -They're miles too long -Drista loves you -She shares very embarrassing stories about Dream -Dream is very happy the two of you get along -But he's slightly worried because you're partners in crime -I feel like he also has a good sense of work/life balance -He shares everything with you -You're either his best friend or right behind Sapnap

Sapnap:

-Speaking of the devil... -I feel like Sapnap also prefers "stay at home" dates -Watching basketball -You definitely argue about your favorite teams -"The Rockets are so bad this year, babe" "Oh yeah? The (favorite team) aren't doing so great, either" "Better than the Rockets" -Playing video games -Takeout -He'll sometimes cook for you, though -Sapnap takes you to shoot hoops -Gives you tips whether you need them or not -You play H.O.R.S.E. and he definitely gloats if he wins -If you win though, he always has some sort of excuse -"You were distracting me" "The sun was in my eyes" "You're lucky" -You know he's just teasing though -You tease each other a lot- that's just your dynamic -He also plays chess with you every Thursday night -He greatly looks forward to it -Sometimes you'll play earlier in the week too if Sapnap simply cannot wait -If you mention you like something while you're out shopping he'll make a mental note and get it for you for Christmas or your birthday or something -Very thoughtful, but also practical with his gifts -"You already have one of those" -Generally thinks you look good in everything but is always honest -"I think I liked the other color better" -He also likes flustering you -"I like the shorter one," he'd say with a wink and crooked grin -You'd turn a little red in the ears and smack him with whatever happened to be near you -This man is also always buying food -He'll take you for gym dates, too -He'll spot you if you need/want -Will give guys dirty looks if he thinks they're staring too long -He knows you can take care of yourself, but you know he enjoys his masculinity so you let him unless it's personal -He loves when you get along with his friends -He knows you're faithful, but the poor sweetheart has some insecurities -Will send you silly selfies of what he's doing throughout the day -"I died to a creeper in hardcore mode 😭😒" is the caption of a Minecraft death screen picture -Will also send you pictures of things that remind him of you, no matter how small or silly they are -Sometimes they're totally random -"This rug reminded me of you" (with picture attached) -Probably because he's always thinking of you -Like Dream, he's pretty attentive, but he's more likely to laugh a little, look back at his phone and ask "why can't you get it?" -He's not being mean though- he just can't see a reason you can't -"You have legs", he'd tell you -Love language is physical touch -Change my mind -Always has a hand on you -I feel like he also gives off a ton of body heat -Also is constantly draping himself on you or hugging you -Front or back- it doesn't matter -He will also nestle his face into your hair and/or neck at any given moment -Cuddles. Cuddles forever -Spooning -He just loves holding you -Not really one for public kisses, but he's also always holding your hand -If you're sitting next to each other at the house he'll have his hand on your thigh, holding your hand or his arm across your shoulders -Will sometimes put his legs/feet across/on your lap -If you have your feet or legs on his lap, you better believe he's just resting his hand on them -You also love to stroke his hair -You definitely wear his clothes, too -They are also miles too big, but more in width than length -(We stan short kings) -He knows you love his beard -He makes sure to stroke it a lot in front of you -He will rub his beard against your face a little during hugs or something -Even randomly just for fun and to tease you -Will also speak to you in Greek sometimes cause he knows you love that, too -If he gets riled up his Texan accent will come out -Sometimes you secretly rile him up on purpose just to hear it -I feel like he's one for pet names -Babe, baby, doll, darl', etc. -I gotta stop here before I talk about Sapnap forever

George:

-George is the most likely of the Dream Team to prefer dining out -Your taste in food is so different than his, (he's British), so you guys avoid specialty places -You go on walks after dinner -"Gotta burn all the calories we just ate" -Really it's just to spend more time together -You also get to show George around so he can try to get more familiar with the town -You excitedly point out your favorite places -George only glances at it briefly before looking back at you -He loves when your eyes light up as you talk about something you care about -Doesn't stop him from teasing you about it, though -George will often point at things going "what on earth is thAt?" -You have to explain the American (or your preference) culture -Loves shopping for knick knacks but hates shopping for clothes -"EUuugh. How long are we going to be here?" -Will sometimes get you things when you comment on them -Will also sometimes remark "why would you want that?" -Dude simply doesn't understand -He's also sometimes teasing, though -Will buy you lots of random stuff, even if you only mentioned liking something once -You mentioned one time that elephants are cute? Well good, cause George is buying you every single thing he sees with elephants on them, now -If George knows gossip, you'd better believe he's going to you first -Most likely to tell you "go get it yourself" if you want something -I'm honestly not sure what his love language would be -Maybe receiving gifts or words of affirmation -You get him something once a week because of this -Also because he's always giving you things and you feel bad -George's clothes are also a little big on you, but it's not too bad -He probably only has a couple pet names for you -Darling, love, babe, baby...classic British stuff, ya know-

Karl:

-Karl will flip flop between going out or eating at home -He always wants it to be a surprise what's for dinner -Probably buys you candy or flowers or something -It's cheesy and he knows it -He plays video games with you -He loves trolling you both in the games, making your task harder, and in real life -Definitely pulls a prank on you at least once every few months -He'd do that giggle of his and go "you still love me, right?" with a smile on his face -He knows you do, though -Karl points at random stuff in the store more than you do -He'll pick stuff up and play with it, doing silly voices for whatever it is -If you ask him to do something he'll do it -Will also use it against you in the future -"I got your phone from off the counter for you, you can bring me my shoes" -I'm not sure about love language for him, either -Whatever it is, you make sure to give it to him -You listen to him as he rambles about whatever he's excited about -He tells you things about Banter before he tells Sapnap and George -"We just hit ___ million subscribers on Banter" "We're getting ____ as the guest for Banter next week" -Karl will also hold your hand in public -He'll swing your arms wildly when you walk from place to place -I feel like Karl doesn't use many pet names, either -Maybe stuff like "honey", "love" or "babe" -Karl's clothes are also too long for you

Foolish:

-Will also dine in or do takeout -Loves movie nights -Curling up together with a blanket on the couch -Matching pajamas -Dancing in the living room -Both sweet/slow and silly -Loudly singing off key as the radio plays -He will sometimes quietly sing to you, though -It's very sweet -Loves board/card games -You're way better at them than him, though -You sometimes let him win -Will also take you on gym dates -Has full confidence in your abilities and will sometimes give you more than you can manage -Nobody bothers you because Foolish is kinda tall and a large lad and while he's the sweetest guy ever, people don't know that -Also buys you candy and flowers -He doesn't think it's cheesy, he's just very genuine -He's genuine about everything, let's be honest -You have to rein in Foolish when you go shopping -He wants everything -"Foolish, that's not at all practical." "But it's so cute!" -Also very attentive -He doesn't notice much though, so you have to ask/tell him -Usually will comply without complaint -His love language I would guess is quality time -He always wants to spend time with you -It doesn't even have to be dates -Dude will take you with him to do banking -He uses all the pet names -Babe, baby, angel, love, sweetheart, honey, darling, dear.... -I can hear all of those coming out of his mouth -You love wearing his clothes -They are also large on you but you love it -I feel like if something's bothering him you have to drag it out of him -He doesn't want to ruin your mood just because he's having a bad day -Cuddles -He doesn't mind PDA -He'll hold your hand while you're out -Forehead kisses -He'll kiss you on the mouth if you're out sometimes, too -Very considerate and sweet man

Wilbur:

-Wilbur also will do dine in or takeout, but I feel like he prefers dine in -Loves taking you places -Parks, theaters, some pretty lake that he saw, anything -He probably writes songs about you -"You're my muse, darling" -If you can play an instrument, he'll play with you all the time -If you can't play, he'll perform for you -He definitely takes you on tour with him -"You're my good luck charm" -You wear his glasses sometimes -He talks about you all the time -"She's just amazing, chat" -He sometimes will just randomly quiz you on some fancy words that he knows -Or speak to you in a different language and ask you what you think he said -Sometimes what he said was really sweet -Sometimes it was the most asinine thing you'd ever heard -I can see him just lounging on the couch with you in silence -In one hand he has a book -The other is stroking your hand or something -You're either reading, too, or just enjoying his company -You probably fall asleep cause you're laying on him -He's always wearing sweaters and it's very cozy -You wear his sweaters and the sleeves always go passed your hands -Wilbur makes fun of you for it -"Love, if it's impeding your tasks, why are you wearing it?" -He secretly thinks it's adorable, though -You point out things you like in a store -Wilbur points out things that amuse him (or that he thinks will amuse you) -He'll buy you something you like 80% of the time -He's fairly attentive, too -It depends on his mood, though -And if he's busy -He'll usually get you what you want, asking why you need it as he's already on his way -Love language is probably either words of affirmation or quality time -He lives for you telling him how much you love him -He also loves hearing what you love about him -His public affection is pretty minor, probably -He might hold your hand, depending -Or walk with an arm around your shoulders -But I think he's the most likely to not be huge on it -I feel like he uses a handful of pet names -Darling, (my) love, sweetheart.....probably a few more -I feel like "love" or "my love" and "darling" are his favorites, though -He loves taking you places with his friends

TommyInIt:

-Also probably prefers comfy home-dates -Often orders takeout -You'll sometimes make something, though -Definitely jokes about you doing "your assigned work as a woman" for several minutes before helping you -He's not very good at it -Plays video games with you all the time -Shopping is a chore if Tommy's with you -He is constantly running off to look at things -Will bring you stuff he found to make jokes with -"Put it back, Tommy" -Shopping takes twice as long as it used to -Or needs to -"I'm going to get you a child-leash if you keep this up" -It started out as a joke, but now you're seriously considering it -He's pretty attentive -He'll get you what you want -Will definitely complain about it the whole time, though -He's just messing with you and you know it -He usually notices something is bothering you, even if he doesn't know what -He'll come up to you and yell "self care day!" before dragging you out of your chair to do all of your favorite things -He's really very sweet -Will randomly yell "this is my girlfriend!!" -Love language is probably quality time -He wants to do everything with you -Has made multiple jokes that he's going to handcuff you to him so you can't leave him -I feel like he uses a few pet names -Baby, love, stuff like that -He also tries to come up with his own -"My sweet pickle" "Absolutely not" "My lovely linguine?" "No" "Beautiful bonzai?" "Um...no" -They aren't great -"My precious peach?" ".....That one's not bad" -Some work, though -His clothes fit you pretty well -So you often steal them -He has no idea where they go -Even if he sees you in them, he doesn't put two and two together -"You have a shirt like that, too!?? I can't find mine"

Sorry this took so long! I definitely got carried away....😅😅

[gladiolidiaries]

do you think we'll ever get a good content schedule from them? i feel like a broken record talking about it, and maybe i'm just too hopeful but i miss their dynamic and fun silly minecraft videos. now it just seems like they can't settle on what to do since they need to work on the next big thing or just something new that hasn't been done before.

tbh i get it for dream the pressure is always high on him especially as the top mc channel who was known for being one of the best at the game, manhunt, the speedruns, and having consistent hits. plus he just has so much shit going on 😭💀 people hate him for crying, and ppl are now calling him random ass nasty words like everyone is out to get his ass 💀. and his mc content could honestly in my humble opinion change things positivity for himself and dteam as a whole. plus the drituation thing// whatever is going on with that... so i get him if he wants to plan new things because pressure is definitely high. at least we get some casual still fun mc videos in between. the problem is when that's going to be released.

now george idek what's going on he said he got a project he's working on./but what if it's really just some behind the scene work/business and we've just fucking delusional. can someone just make him a model he would love it tbh. plus we're never going to get another minecraft but my friend is... because he said they're old now (?) or boring i forgot what. i really want his youtube career back, but if he doesn't want to i wish we could get fun irl streams again. i feel like if he at least was consistent doesnt have to be a weekly thing maybe even monthly would be good with some tweet announcement in advance it would be so much fun..

now sapnap,,, i like his mc content the last dteam videos were so good, but everytime i finished a video i would just get sad because we wont have another one for who knows how long.. plus he's not overly obnoxious in his youtube vids so it's fun and makes me like him a lot... his streams --he's so inconsistent,, bro keeps lying to us-- i like them sometimes but i get annoyed at how he practically has nothing planned (i get it's a 'daily' thing) and sometimes when i see him yawn i get annoyed because broooo... i wish he could actually play his hardcore world and do fun little adventures on there that would be fun to watch,, but bro just sings along to songs (it just happens all the time)..

they fumble so hard.. like sapnap could be doing so much more on his streams, but since he just waits around obviously only his very dedicated fanbase will watch or others would just watch recaps since it's not really a you need to be there thing. dream needs to get his shit together and start giving himself harsh deadlines or something like that so he can start pushing things out. george well i wish he could stream, we /hannah give him countless ideas..... just miss dreamteam honestly,, give me back the three mc nerds please.... i really just want their mc videos back

honestly i'm past waiting and i'm past caring at this point. i think its bc my hyperfix died but i can't even make myself care anymore, i've reached acceptance about how they handle their career and content.

i don't think that regular dteam content is coming, ever 😭

[vodkassassin]

It’s the talk of the nation. Timothy Drake-Wayne, a son of Gotham’s wealthiest family and CEO of WayneTech, was kidnapped.

Now, that’s not the interesting part at all. This is not the first time Timothy Drake-Wayne has been kidnapped, after all. The Wayne kids get snatched by ransom-demanding hooligans practically once a week.

It isn’t even the first Wayne kidnapping to end in ritualistic sacrifice.

It is, however, the first Wayne kidnapping to end in a successful ritualistic sacrifice.

The first kidnapping where the Wayne is not saved, in the end.

There is still hope that Timothy survived the ritual, the Justice League assures the public. They have a lead, and they are working with all available hands on deck to do everything in their power to locate and bring the poor boy home.

There are skeptics of this claim, as there always are.

It was a sacrificial ritual, they rebuke. Sacrifice, in this context, usually means death.

There’s already people leaving candles and flowers and teddy bears on the front steps of Wayne Tower. Every morning since the tragic live stream, business men in their dark suits and loafers have to step around the somber memorial to get to work. The first panorama shot goes viral and makes it on the front of The Gotham Gazette.

The surviving Waynes haven’t really been seen in public since Timothy’s disappearance. Young Damian was taken out of school, and the eldest has not come in to the Blüdhaven precinct in the days since. Family friend Stephanie Brown was spotted at the grocery store on Addams Ave. yesterday afternoon, but disappeared into a car driven by the stone-faced Wayne butler before anyone could flag her down for a question.

Bruce Wayne himself has not been seen outside once since the incident, and has not responded to any attempts to reach him. Some have called him out for being callous and not caring about the boy he clearly on took on as another charity case for media and reputation. Many more, however, scold these people and demand they leave the grieving father alone.

A month goes by. Then two. The Wayne Tower memorial gains traction the more weeks that pass without any actionable news. The tone of online posts regarding the issue have slowly but surely lost hope. People have begun to give their condolences to the Wayne family, who have remained largely out of the public eye.

Finally, three months into the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, the Justice League announces that they have trustworthy evidence that Timothy is indeed alive, and they are now taking steps in his retrieval. A team of their best, their three founders themselves along with Martian Manhunter and OA liaison Green Lantern, have been put in the case.

The public attention bursts with renewed activity. The Wayne Tower Memorial is revisited en mass the days following the announcement. This time, instead of candles and teddy bears, sticky notes with well wishes and prayers and good luck charms are laid out. Pictures are posted with the tag #BringHimHome, which is trending at the top of the charts by the third hour.

The trial of the cultists that ritually sacrificed the second youngest Wayne boy has also sparked renewed media coverage, as an article is released with the news that the leader has struck a plea deal for a lighter sentence. This causes a huge public outcry, and petitions across the globe are being signed, protests being held to get the UN involved since — according to foreign opinion — the American Justice system cannot be trusted to deal with the matter fairly.

Despite the renewed internet hype, it quickly dies down again when no further news is released until another three months have gone by.

Timothy Drake-Wayne has been missing for a little over half a year, trapped within the hell dimension he was so cruelly sacrificed to, when the JL releases another statement.

Due to the public attention the case has garnered, pressure has been put on the Justice League to retain a certain amount of transparency to reassure the people. The three founders open with a press conference at the site upon which they plan to activate the portal that has been six months in development by the JL’s foremost experts on inter-dimensional sciences.

The public is once again assured that the retrieval team will do everything in their power to bring Timothy Drake-Wayne home. Wonder Woman swears upon her home and her honor as a warrior. Superman stands, dependable-looking as ever as he gives a righteous follow-up filled with determination.

Batman is at their backs, as always. He says nothing, per usual, but it’s understood nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne is a Gothamite. That means he is under Batman��s protection. The Dark Knight will ensure that the boy comes home regardless of the cost.

People can trust that, at least.

A week later, the retrieval team sets up to depart. The portal activation site is empty and solemn as a grave, but the perimeter swarms with media presence as reporters and news stations clamor for the best view of what’s about to go down.

i keep seeing fake to real relationship fics where Red Robin is sacrificed to the ghost king

and those are great don’t get me wrong, but why is it always Red Robin??

wouldn’t it — hear me out ok — would it not be infinitely funnier if Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, a son of Gotham’s beloved royal family, social media blue check, was kidnapped and sacrificed instead.

Imagine the panic. The internet catastrophe. The viral posts. The public outcry. Why is the Justice League taking so long to rescue this poor boy??

Then imagine said poor boy finally being rescued. They manage it. They get him back.

And upon his return from what was obviously, no doubt, a traumatizing ordeal of inter dimensional kidnapping, Timothy Drake-Wayne’s first Twitter post is just

“give me back my ghost king boyfriend I miss him : (”

The internet would fucking EXPLODE ok listen, no stop walking away listen to me —

[day-mark]

cant wait for what dream does after the duel for his training arc, would love to see him practice pvp with a bunch of other people in the community or maybe one of those manhunt practice streams ^o^

[sandsofdteam-moved]

I miss seeing Dream play minecraft

[bronzetomatoes]

This is fully just me zeroing in on one detail, and please correct me if I get something wrong as my information comes from a reddit comment, but like, I watched the irl manhunt stream live, yknow? And I came away from it thinking "that was really stupid of him, there are some bad people out and he couldve gotten hurt". That was the general consensus, before we all moved on. We didn't know it was on purpose. We weren't supposed to know it was on purpose. We weren't meant to think anything other than "That was a stupid choice, he should think more about shit like that". We weren't meant to know how much it was thought about, because Tommy was your average teenager who did something stupid because that's what teenagers do

Why should we assume there's more to it if it's treated like a regular, if poor taste, stream? We move on, nothing's wrong. That's how it goes, and honestly, that's how it should go. I genuinely believe nothing good comes from prying at these things. But fuck if I didn't want to throw up when I read the context about a month ago. Because that's not a streamer taking a fun concept that could be dangerous in practice, that's someone grasping for a sense of control. looking for proof that the threats being mailed to his door are just threats, that he can broadcast his location and ask that ppl come and find him and still return home safely. That was a fucking kid.

I do think it's an incredible testament to how far he's come that he was able to tell us this, and an insane show of strength that he did it live onstage, night after night, yknow? I can't speak to the writing as I haven't seen or heard any of it, but it's so brilliant in concept that I'm going to be thinking about it for a long time. His story of trying to remain funny and cheerful until it reaches a breaking point was wrapped into every detail of his show, from the arc of the play itself to the advertising beforehand and I cannot wait to see what he does in the future

2030 prediction famous comedy/drama playwright Thomas Simons

[amazingphilza]

twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

[bxct-it]

You letting Dream fuck you whenever he wants for a whole 24hrs and he doesn’t let a second go to waste😭🤚

SMUT UNDER THE CUT : MINORS DONT INTERACT

you could be anywhere, making food, sleeping, in the shower. hell, you could be bent over feeding patches and this man will come up behind you, suddenly your pants and underwear are at your feet and he’s pounding his cock into you like it’s the last thing he will ever do.

that’s not all, he does it multiple through the day, he’s so desperate to have your walls wrapped around his hard cock that he makes you take his cock while he’s streaming, he has to tell chat that he’s not putting his mic on so he can focus practicing for the new manhunt but really? he has you bent over his desk, fucking into you with desperation while you play the game for him.

he’s done it that many times that day, that sapnap has walked in on you guys multiple times. like he’s not even reacting now, he’s just walking away with a sigh, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead as if he has a headache. dream is so close to inviting sapnap to join him in fucking you, just for the fun of it.

[angstyx]

may I perhaps request a headcanon of some of the guys catching you looking at their hands while they’re playing? if not, no worries :)))

this is more the guys catching you looking at their hands in general and some of them aren't when they're playing sorry! :(

Catching you Looking at Their Hands

Includes: Dream, George, Sapnap, Wilbur Soot, Quackity

TW: none

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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Dream

during a manhunt

he'll let you sit next to him and watch

whenever he sees that the hunters are far away, he'll turn his attention to you and chat a little

but one time he caught you looking at his hands curiously

"Y/n? Why are you looking at my hands?"

"Nothing it's just... how do you do those cool tricks in your videos? Like your hands just stay calm the entire time?"

dream literally snorted at that question while you just rolled your eyes

"It just takes luck and practice, babe. And believe it or not, my hands don't stay calm at all―not when you're around..."

he muttered the last part but you heard it

George

while he's streaming

george invited you to be on stream and you said yes

you were just laying your had on your shoulder as your boyfriend read his subs and bits

soon your gaze made its way to his hands and stayed there for a while

"George, your hands look soft"

your boyfriend would immediately widen his eyes and turn to you

he wasn't sure if he heard you correctly

"W-What? What are you taking about?"

"They just look soft, that's all. Can i hold it?"

and you'll just take his hand into yours while george's face turns red

and unfortunately for him, he wasn't muted the entire time so his viewers heard the whole conversation and were now teasing him and his red face

"Chat I am not blushing! Stop it!"

He was in fact, lying

Sapnap

after he painted his nails

sapnap would be playing a game with his friends with you beside him and you'll just randomly look at his hands

and what surprised you was that they were painted black

"You look good with your nails painted black, babe."

he'll jump at the sound of your voice cause he didn't expect you to talk but would recover fast

while his friends were asking what happened, he'll mute and turn to you with a smirk

"I know, I look good in everything, babe."

you'll just playfully hit him while your boyfriend laughs

ignoring how fast his heart was beating and how warm he face felt, he went back to his game but couldn't help as a smile made its way onto his face

he was just glad you like them

Wilbur Soot

when he's playing his guitar

he'll be playing his guitar for you as you sit across from him

watching his hands dance over the strings, you blurt out something

"you're really good at the guitar, you know that right?"

he'll look up at you from his guitar and you'll laugh at how red his face is

he wouldn't look away from his guitar because he doesnt want you to see his still-red face

"I- t-thank you, babe"

a huge smile would be on your boyfriends face the entire time he plays the guitar for you and you'll be lying if you didnt have one on your face either

Quackity

when he's doing his homework or editing

we know quackity is a law student, right?

so whenever he's doing his homework whether it be on paper or on his computer, he'll have you hold his hand cause you may or may not be clingy af

the both of you would even hold hands when he's editing

yes it'll be hard to edit with one hand but quackity isnt going to complain when the reason he can't use his other hand is because you're holding it

"Hey babe?"

"Yeah? Do you need anything?"

"Uh not really... can i just... hold your hand while you work?

sometimes late at night, you'll fall asleep by accident and when quackity goes to use his other hand hand―forgetting that you were holding it―he'll accidentally tug on something just to find out that you're still holding his hand even when you're fast asleep

a smile would then appear on his face and he'll try his best not to wake you up

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Lucky in Love

Pairing: poly!Dream Team x gn!reader

Summary: [Soulmate!AU] It’s one thing to meet your soulmate in a lottery, and another to have more than just one. But when you end up winning Dream’s Minecraft Manhunt raffle, you find your world turning upside down in ways you least expect.

Word Count: 9.9k

A/N: behold, my first commissioned story! this story has been altered from it’s original form so everyone can read it, but the majority of the plot and writing remain the same. i had a lot of fun writing it, and i hope you all like it! <3

You stumbled into your bedroom with a yelp, your thumb flying across your phone screen to the home button and pressing gently. With a gleam, the time flashed back at you, and your eyes shot wide open.

You were going to be late.

Leaning forward on one leg, you pushed the door behind you shut with your foot, bouncing forward as soon as you heard it click shut. Your eyes swept across the room, your gaze catching on a swath of black cloth sitting at the foot of your bed. With a quirk of your lips, you tugged the shirt off the mattress before turning on your heel. Darting to the other side of the room, you easily settled back into your desk chair and let the shirt drop onto your thighs.

Grabbing your mouse, you moved your cursor to the YouTube bookmark at the top of your screen, your computer screen instantaneously flooding with light. You scrolled over to the left side of your screen, your mouse hovering over a familiar green icon before clicking, a new box popping into view.

Stream starting in 60... 59... 58... 57...

You felt your lungs tighten within your rib cage, your toes curling ever so slightly into the floor. It had been a nerve-wracking month of waiting and pacing, crossing each day off the calendar with an anxious grin. You almost couldn’t believe that the day had finally arrived. Letting out one last breath, you leaned forward, the t-shirt feeling heavy in your lap.

3... 2... 1...

All of a sudden, the screen went dark. Your reflection stared back at you from the dim screen, your excited eyes peering back at yourself with a curious glint. Reaching up, you brush an unkempt lock of hair away from your forehead, just in time for two familiar faces and a lime green icon to appear.

The Dream Team.

“Hey, guys!” Dream said, his voice sounding like a breath of fresh air. “How are you all doing?”

A flurry of hearts flew across the live chat screen, the lines moving by so quickly that you couldn’t tell when one message ended and another started. Practically bouncing in your seat, you couldn’t help the smile that skittered across your cheeks.

“Good,” you whispered aloud to yourself in the quiet of your room. You knew that they couldn’t hear you when you talked like that, that they wouldn’t know you had even replied at all, but it made their streams feel a little more lively nonetheless.

After a brief pause, Dream’s voice filtered through the air once more, just as bright and eager as it was earlier. “Good? I hope the answer is good.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart flipping in your chest as your fingers curled into the shirt in your lap. That sort of thing happened sometimes: a streamer would say something and your verbal response almost made it feel like they were actually holding a conversation, like they were actually with you right now. These sorts of things were always a coincidence, but when everything in your world was connected by fate, sometimes you let yourself be a little hopeful, let yourself imagine that maybe it wasn’t dumb luck—that maybe it actually meant something.

Hell, maybe it meant you could be soulmates.

Soulmates were a tricky thing to think about, really, even if everyone knew they existed and that one day, they would meet theirs. No one could pinpoint when exactly soulmates came to be, but no one rejected their presence either way. It wasn’t like they wanted to, anyways. To have a person who was perfect for you linked to you by the universe—it was no wonder people were more than pleased to discover they weren’t just some old lover’s tale.

But even then, some were skeptics. How would you really know when you had found your soulmate? What if you missed them by accident? For you at least, you already knew what it would feel like. You couldn’t count just how many times you had asked your mother that very question, but you could practically rattle off her words by heart.

“You’ll know exactly when it happens, I promise, sweetie,” she would murmur, stroking your head with a gentle hum and soft eyes. “When you first touch, it feels like... like you’ve been struck by lightning, and you’ll be tingly all over. Something inside you just sort of clicks when you look at them, and you’ll just—you’ll feel it right here.” She tapped her finger over your heart, a wistful expression settling across her face. “It’s... it’s magical, and you’ll never forget that feeling—not for the rest of your life.”

The smile that would tug on your mother’s lips made you all the more hopeful, a heavy yearning settling deep into the crevices of your heart as the years went by. Even now, as you sat watching Sapnap and George bicker with each other while Dream chimed in with a snarky remark, you felt that same fleeting hope rising up in your chest, warm and soft.

Maybe—just maybe—they might be your soulmates.

Not that they actually were, of course. You knew better than to get your hopes too high.

But as you watched Sapnap’s lean a little closer to his camera and listened to George’s breathy laugh, you felt your heart swell the tiniest bit.

Connected by fate or not, these boys were special to you, even if you had never met.

Sapnap blinked as his eyes darted across his monitor, raising his eyebrows with surprise as he let out a short whistle. “Oh, wow, we’re pulling... holy crap—over seven hundred thousand viewers, right now.” You could vaguely hear the scrolling of his mouse, his lips twitching. “Everyone sounds so excited in chat, too.”

George’s eyebrow quirked. “I mean, of course they are. Manhunts are loads of fun—who wouldn’t want to be a part of them?”

Sapnap’s face split into a teasing grin, and he leaned back in his chair. “Ooh, you sure sound cocky, George.”

George blinked once, then scowled. “Wha—shut up, it’s true! Why else would there be so many people here?”

A devilish gleam flickered across Sapnap’s gaze. “To see your pretty face, maybe.”

George’s frown deepened, his eyebrows knitting together into a glower. “Sapnap, you—”

“Look, look,” he cried, wagging his finger at his monitor, “even chat agrees!” His lips curled up into a smirk, mischievous and amused all at once. “You’re not gonna say chat is wrong, are you, Gogy?”

You could have sworn a hint of rose flushed across George’s cheeks as he averted his gaze from his camera, his voice coming out softer than before. “W-Well, I—”

“Boys, boys,” Dream suddenly cut in, George’s words trailing off in an instant. Despite the firmness of his words, there was an amused lilt to his tone, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re both pretty, alright, but can we please move on? I bet everyone’s dying to know who won.”

George opened his mouth, then let out a sigh, shaking his head with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “You know what, Dream’s right. Let’s move on.”

Sapnap snickered on his side of the screen, still grinning widely. “You just can’t handle the truth.”

George groaned, deadpanning into the camera. “We are not starting this, again.”

Sapnap smiled, but didn’t get to speak before Dream cut him off. “You’re right,” he said, sounding a tad more hurried than before, “we’re not, because I’ve got the results, right here.”

You suddenly sat up, your heart stuttering. That same spark of hope fluttered up between your lungs, and you found yourself shuffling your chair forward, squinting in anticipation. Curiosity quivered around the edges of your mind, a certain eagerness pawing at your side as you watched a white pop-up fill the stream.

Everybody had an equal chance of winning—you knew that. That everyone may include you, but it also included every other person who bought one of those shirts. It didn’t take a genius to know that you weren't going to win. After all, not everything was guaranteed like having a soulmate was.

“And,” Dream began, dramatic and slow, “our winner is...”

You squeezed your hands, clasping your palms together with a feeling you couldn’t quite name.

“...shirt number 267815!”

You blinked, your brows furrowing together. That number sounded... oddly familiar. Your eyes flickered down to the shirt in your lap, the white tag peeking back up at you.

It couldn’t be.

All of a sudden, Dream’s voice rang through the air once more, sounding even clearer than ever before.

“Oh, and the name connected to the shirt is... [Y/N]!”

Your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest, your eyes shooting wide open as your jaw dropped.

I... won?

You gaped at your screen, only half-registering the sight of Sapnap and George clapping. The chat had become a blur of words you couldn’t bring yourself to read, your vision growing hazy and unfocused with shock. I must look crazy right now, you thought to yourself distantly, rubbing at your face. This can’t be real.

George’s gaze locked directly onto the camera, and for a second, it almost felt like he was speaking directly to you. “Congratulations, [Y/N]!” He wrinkled his nose with an apologetic smile. “I hope I’m saying that, right. If I’m wrong, please tell me.”

Sapnap chuckled, shooting him a devious grin. “Knowing George, he’s probably wrong.”

Your lips twitched at the frown that flitted across George’s face before Dream took over again. “Ignore them—they’re being dumb.” Before either of them could protest, he quickly added, “Anyways, welcome to Minecraft Manhunt! We’re looking forward to meeting you. We’ll send you an email soon, and you can give us some more info there.”

You nodded at your monitor, your lips still parted in surprise. “We’ll be ending the stream now,” Dream continued, “but thanks so much for everyone else who participated. Your love and support mean the world to us!”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, and it sent a rush of warmth shooting down your spine. “[Y/N],” he murmured, suddenly sounding soft, “we’ll see you soon.”

As George and Sapnap waved one last time at their cameras with excited grins, you swallowed. Your heart rattled in your chest as the screen faded back to black, and you found yourself sitting face-to-face with your reflection once more.

You were right—you looked just as dumbfounded as you felt.

Slowly, you closed your mouth, lowering your gaze to the shirt in your lap. The axe that was laid out across your thighs somehow seemed brighter than it did before, almost as if someone had painted over it with a newer, shinier layer of white.

Lifting the shirt to your chest, you felt a wide grin tug at your lips—wider than any grin you had ever smiled before.

Maybe you were luckier than you thought.

Your finger hovered over the left button of your mouse, your breaths coming out shaky and short as they pumped through your lungs. The Discord call already had three icons waiting for you, and all you had to do was click to join them.

Breathe, [Y/N]. You’re only about to talk to three of your favourite content creators on the planet. It’ll be easy.

You paused, listening to the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m not fooling anyone.

A groan rose in the back of your throat, and you hung your head in your hands for a long moment. “C’mon,” you whispered to yourself. “You can’t keep them waiting forever.”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, then lifted your head, nodding once, then twice. Yes, okay—calm. I can be calm. Your finger twitched. Let’s do this.

Your hand reached back for your mouse, the cool plastic melding against your skin as your cursor hovered back over the call. Squeezing your eyes shut for just a second, you let your finger press down, a familiar ping echoing through your headphones. There was a beat of silence. Then, someone spoke.

“Hi! Hello!”

You jumped at that sound of Dream’s voice, your heart skipping a beat as you quickly reoriented yourself again. “H-Hi, there,” you said as calmly as you could muster.

“It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! I’m Dream.” There was a slight pause, then he added hesitantly, “Did I say that right, by the way? Your name, I mean.”

Your lips curled up into a smile, and you felt the tension seep out of your shoulders. “Yes, you got it right.”

You could almost imagine him grinning to himself triumphantly. “Perfect.”

A new voice suddenly jumped in, just as eager as Dream’s. “Don’t steal the spotlight already, Dream,” Sapnap whined, his icon flashing green. “There’s three of us, not just you.” Ignoring Dream’s quiet apology, he quickly moved on. “I’m Sapnap—it’s great to have you here.”

“And I’m George,” another voice added, his prominent accent sounding like honey in your ears.

Every ounce of anxiety you had been feeling earlier felt so far away now, their voices carrying your worries off over the horizon. “It’s nice to meet you all, too. My name’s [Y/N], but you already know who I am, don’t you?”

“Well,” George said, drawing out the vowel, “we may know a few things about you, but we don’t really know who you are—that’s something we want to hear from you.”

Sapnap made a noise of confirmation, his mouth moving at lightning speed as he suddenly began to fire off question after question. “Yeah, like, what’s your favourite flower? Or season? Which one of us do you think is the most handsome? Ooh, what about—”

“Woah, woah,” Dream cut in, wheezing ever so slightly, “one thing at a time, to start. Let them breathe, at least!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the hints of laughter tinting his voice. “It’s okay!” you said, your lips splitting into a crooked grin. “Although I don’t know if I can answer those questions.”

George let out a confused noise. “No? Why not?”

You hummed, swinging your legs around your chair. “Like for my favourite flower, I think they’re all really pretty and look nice, in their own little ways. Same thing for seasons.” You chuckled. “I’m too indecisive to pick just one.”

“But who do you think is the most handsome out of the three of us?” Sapnap prodded, excitement seeping into his tone. “It’s definitely me, right? Come on.”

“Hey,” George suddenly quipped, rushing through his words, “no flirting yet! We only just met!”

There was a brief second of silence. “I mean, isn’t that technically the best time to start flirting?”

“Sapnap.”

“Fine,” Sapnap sighed. You could practically hear him roll his eyes. “Friends first, flirting later.” You were about to breathe a sigh of relief when he added, “Carry on, though. I still want to hear your answer.”

Chewing on your lip, you stiffened, drumming your fingers against the side of your keyboard. “I’m telling you,” you sighed after a long moment, “I really don’t think I can pick. As a matter of fact,” you pointed out, raising a finger. “I don’t even know what one of you looks like.”

Now, it was Dream’s turn to speak up. “Then, talk about attractiveness, in general. It doesn’t just have to be about looks.”

You froze, your posture going rigid. Attractiveness in general…?

How could you possibly encapsulate their attractiveness just like that? Dream was so incredibly clever, and you loved to hear him talk about his passions. George was smarter than he let on, and you could see it in the way he coded their videos, working relentlessly to make them work. Sapnap was beyond affectionate, and just hearing him share his affection with those around him made your stomach melt. They were just handing you a recipe for disaster with a question like this, you knew it.

“This question is impossible,” you blurted, a gentle panic seeping into your tone. Narrowing your eyes, you leaned closer to your mic, adding with a teasing lilt, “Are you trying to torture me?”

“Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t,” Dream hummed, chuckling at the small whine that escaped your lips. “Either way, it’s cute to hear you struggle.”

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat, but Sapnap was quick to leap forward. “Hey, what did we say about no flirting?”

Another beat of silence. “Killjoy.”

“Okay, moving on from that,” George said, quickly diverting topics, “how are you feeling, [Y/N]? Are you looking forward to the manhunt?”

You looked back at the call, your eyes locking onto the three Discord icons sitting next to your own. “Yes,” you admitted, “but I’m also very, very nervous.”

“Nervous?” Dream repeated slowly.

“Nervous,” you said again, “but a good kind of nervous.” You opened your mouth, then closed it. “Actually, I think excited is a better word to use. You guys always just seem like you have so much fun when you’re around each other, and I’m just...” You waved your hands in front of yourself, feeling your heart beat faster and faster while your face grew hot once more. “I’m just really excited to film with you all and play Minecraft together.”

Silence washed over the call, and your cheeks felt like they were about to burn right off your face. “Sorry,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “That—that probably sounds really dumb.”

“It doesn’t,” Sapnap said suddenly, making your gaze grow wide, “not at all.”

“Yeah,” George added with a joyful hum. “I dunno about those two, but I’m also excited to play with you, [Y/N].”

Dream guffawed, a scoff escaping his lips. “What do you mean you don’t know about us? Of course we’re excited! [Y/N] is great!”

You nearly fell out of your chair. “H-Huh?”

Dream’s voice was suddenly soft again, both parts soothing and cheerful all at once. “We might have only known each other for a little while, but I’m telling you, we’re beyond happy to have you here, and we want you to have a good time, too.”

“Oh, a thousand percent,” George said straight-facedly into his mic. “I’d trade you for both of these nerds in a heartbeat.”

Just like that, Sapnap was yelling as you heard Dream smack his desk. “George, what?! How could you say that?”

Giggling, you sank into your desk chair with a relieved smile, pressing a hand over your eager heart. “Thank you,” you murmured, only hoping they could hear the sincerity in your words. “I hope I don’t let you guys down.”

Their raucous bickering suddenly died down at the softness in your tone, and three voices spoke at the same time—each one sounding more honest than the last.

“You could never.”

You leaned forward in your desk chair, your eyes glued to your screen as you watched Dream’s avatar stand as still as a rock, frozen and entirely unmoving. Your finger hovered over your W key, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as your tongue darted out to flick over your bottom lip.

Manhunts may be stressful, but you were more than ready to tackle this one headfirst.

It happened so quickly that you nearly missed it. In one moment, Dream was standing in front of you, stock still as you stared him down. In the next, he was darting off in the opposite direction, already a whopping ten blocks away.

Sapnap’s voice shot through your headset like a bullet as he shouted, “After him!”

He didn’t need to say it again before the group was already dashing across the grassy field, boosting each other forward every other block. You clicked frantically at George’s backside, your lips twitching in glee as he shot the slightest bit closer to Dream. With each passing second, they ran further and further, Dream lying just a few steps out of reach. All of a sudden, he leapt off the side of a cliff, vanishing from sight in an instant. Coming to a screeching halt atop the hill, you watched as Bad peered over the forest, Sapnap and George hot on his heels.

“Where’d he go?” George muttered, confusion clouding his voice.

You shifted your mouse left and right as your gaze darted across your screen, scanning every pixel for even the tiniest hint of neon green. Just then, a gasp flew from your lips, and you caught Sapnap jolting in your direction at the sound.

“Look!” you cried, clicking to point over at the greenery. “He’s on the right—on top of the trees!”

Without missing a beat, everyone was leaping off the hill and barreling across the trees, ignoring their fall damage as they jumped over small gaps. “What is he,” George grumbled under his breath, “a monkey?”

You let out a tiny giggle at the genuine annoyance in his tone, but didn’t stop chasing after Dream’s running figure. Suddenly, he just barely missed his jump, bouncing twice on the same leaf block. He had only stalled for a brief second, but that was more than enough time for you to spam click your mouse. In a flash, Dream was tumbling off the tree, with you trailing right after him.

“I hit him off!” you shouted in glee, elation making every one of your syllables soar in your throat. “He’s on the ground.”

“Nice one, [Y/N]!” Sapnap chuckled with delight. “Now, don’t let him get away!”

The praise made the triumphant feeling that had unfurled beneath your ribs spread even farther under your skin, warming you from head to toe. Pushing forward, you nodded and slammed your thumb down on your space bar.

You had no plans of letting him escape.

You pulled your water bottle from your lips with a gasp, quickly screwing the cap back on before setting it down on your desk. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you turned back to your monitor, your gaze focused on the anvil a few blocks away. To your left sat the portal, and to your right was a wall of obsidian.

You were four hours into filming now, but you still weren't tired. How could you be, when you were so close to the end?

Clicking on the anvil, you dragged the diamond axe in your inventory into the first slot before reaching for the enchanted book sitting just beside it. Forty-two levels—you would need forty-two levels to enchant your axe with Sharpness IV.

You glanced down at the space above your hotbar and grinned.

Luckily for you, you had forty-three.

Clicking once more, clanging echoed through your ears, and you placed your newly enchanted axe in your hotbar with a proud smile. It was an absolute pain having to kill as many mobs and loot as many desert temples as you did, but for this, it was absolutely worth it. Now, it was time for the rest of the plan.

“I have no idea how you came up with this,” George said earnestly, his character facing yours, “but I love it.”

You grinned, opening up your inventory and removing your amour. “I just got really, really lucky.”

Grabbing an invisibility potion, you suddenly paused, a hint of uneasiness sinking in your gut. If Dream noticed any particles, you would be dead in an instant, and your plan would be blown to smithereens. You would have to move quickly to make it work—almost ridiculously quickly.

Swallowing, you opened your mouth. “Do you guys think we can really pull this thing off?”

Sapnap let out an easygoing chuckle, your shoulders relaxing in an instant. “Oh, I know we can.”

Letting Sapnap’s confidence run through you, you held down your mouse’s right key, downing the invisibility potion in one go before turning to rush out of the portal room. Through your headphones, you heard Dream let out an inquisitive hum, curiosity flickering through his tone. “Just what are you guys up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Sapnap fired back without missing a beat, his voice swimming with mischief.

While George let out a wheeze and you giggled at Sapnap’s sharp quip, Dream sighed, muttering, “So much for asking.”

Huffing out one last quiet laugh, the smile fell from your face, your eyes narrowing as your expression grew serious. You moved ever so carefully through the stronghold, weaving in and out of the labyrinthine halls like a snake on the hunt. Your gaze darted back and forth between the compass in your hotbar and your screen. With each sharp swing of the compass hand, you held your breath, turning until it was pointed forward again. You had been searching for a few minutes when suddenly, you spotted it.

A glimpse of green.

Dressed head to toe in enchanted iron armour, Dream’s avatar stood in front of a wall of furnaces, smelting away as he turned from one to the next. On the same wall was a crafting table and a chest. He was planning something, you just knew it, but you didn’t have the time to question what. After all, he was facing the wall opposite from you, completely unaware of your presence.

This was the perfect chance, and you weren’t going to waste it worrying.

Creeping forward, you stopped only when you stood just a single block away from him, switching from your empty hand to the enchanted diamond axe in your hotbar. With Sharpness IV, it would only take three critical hits for you to take him down.

For a second, all was still.

Then, you were pressing down on your space bar and clicking your mouse a half second later, watching with bated breath as Dream’s avatar twitched from your attack. One.

He had barely managed to turn around before you had already landed another hit on him. Two.

By the time he had pulled out his own axe and began scanning the seemingly empty air in front of him, you were slamming your finger down one last time. Three.

With a shout, Dream dropped dead before you, his inventory exploding into a mess on the floor at your feet. You blinked once. Twice.

Then, the call burst into a mess of screams and shouts.

Dream’s yell rang through your ears as George and Sapnap hooted in delight, Bad and Antfrost following with their own victory cheers. “What the heck?!” he cried, shock filling his every word. “[Y/N], was that you? Oh my god, where did you even come from?”

Practically gasping for breath, you nearly collapsed on top of your keyboard, the adrenaline slowly wearing off as you smiled triumphantly to yourself. “[Y/N], you did it!” Sapnap shouted, just as loud as before. “You—you just—holy crap!”

“I was so stressed,” you breathed, sagging against the back of your chair with a breathless laugh. “You have no idea.”

“You were awesome, so awesome,” George managed between giggles, his own voice sounding giddy and positively overjoyed. “I knew you could do it.”

Your cheeks half-felt like they were about to start hurting from how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Dream’s tired laugh filled your ears.

“Congratulations, [Y/N],” he murmured fondly. “You won.”

Just a week and a half later, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you scrolled through the comments section of the new video.

[y/n] was so funny omg

They made this manhunt feel so much more special

Their chemistry as a group was so good wtf!!!??!

please bring [y/n] back I am in LOVE

[Y/N] SUPREMACY

With each new comment you scrolled past, you felt your heart swell more and more in your chest with a mixture of joy and pride. You didn’t expect people to respond so positively to the video—to you.

You had barely made even a dent in the hordes of comments about you when a Discord notification popped up on your laptop screen. In a flash, you were pulling up Discord, quickly clicking on the appropriately named group chat, [Y/N] KILLED DREAM!!

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey

Sapnap: hey did you read the comments

[Y/N]: i did! people were so positive!!

[Y/N]: i wasn’t expecting it

George: You weren’t?

You furrowed your brows, reading George’s question twice before typing once again.

[Y/N]: of course not??? i’m just some person

[Y/N]: you guys are the dream team

George: Don’t put yourself down like that

Sapnap: yeah everyone liked the video because they liked you

Dream: well then

Dream: how do you feel about coming back to film again?

You stared at your screen in awe, something hopeful and weightless rising in the expanse of your chest. Filming another video? With them?

You didn’t even have to think before your fingers were typing out a response.

[Y/N]: i would love to

Peals of laughter tumbled from your lips as you rolled over on your bed, your phone perched beside your head on your pillow. A split second later, a loud whine echoed from your phone speaker, and you found yourself laughing even harder, your lungs gasping harder and harder for breath with each giggle that was pulled from your throat.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed that you would be here.

It had been nearly a year since the fateful day that brought you and the Dream Team together and a little over ten months since you had first filmed together. Now, three videos and countless streams later, you were closer than ever before, cracking jokes and pushing each other’s buttons like you had known each other their whole lives—maybe even longer than that. It took some prodding, but you even called Dream by his real name, now. As much as you liked the name Dream, Clay sounded much nicer, in your opinion. Texting daily was practically a sacred ritual now, and you couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t get spammed by their texts at least four times a week. Even now, as you lay on your bed with your phone connected to Discord at your side, you were chatting with them, grinning as wide as ever. It was a comfortably pleasant lull you had fallen into, the four of you—one that you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life sinking into.

It was comfortable indeed, but even as complete as you felt now, you felt like there was something missing—like there was a hollow cavern in your chest just waiting to be filled.

Yet another shout suddenly pulled you out of your thoughts, the noise sounding even more astounded than it had before. “How was I supposed to know that that was Russia?”

The sheer amount of shock in George’s voice immediately made you burst into another fit of giggles, throwing your head back. “There was Russian on the sign!” you managed between breaths. “It was so obvious!”

He sputtered at the sound of your laughter, sounding absolutely appalled by your reaction. “You can’t just expect me to be able to read Russian!”

You grinned, your voice dropping the tiniest fraction. “You act as if you don’t know how to say a few things in Russian.”

There was a moment of silence. Then, Sapnap whistled. “Touché, [Y/N]. You’ve got him there.”

While George groaned, surely smacking his palm into his forehead, Clay spoke up with a teasing hum. “You should play some GeoGuessr with us more often. You’re way better at this than George.”

“This is bullying,” came a distant complaint from George, his voice coming out muffled through his mic.

“It’s the truth,” you corrected with a cheeky grin. “You cannot deny that.”

There came a snort, followed by Sapnap’s gentle laugh. “Look at you, [Y/N], being so mean all of a sudden.”

You smiled lopsidedly, trying to push back the shiver that ran down your spine at the way his low voice made your insides melt. “You know you guys love it.”

“We do.” Clay’s voice almost sounded far away, muffled and hazy. “We really, really do.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as a soft silence washed over the four of you, your chuckles dying down and fading into the quietness of your bedroom. Sighing deeply, you picked at your nail, silently begging your heart to calm down again. It was right then when George softly piped up.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said quietly. When you let out a small noise, he continued. “We… you would call us close to you, right?”

You laughed at the hesitancy in his tone. For a second, he almost sounded shy, and it sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach. “Do you even have to ask? We’ve been friends for months—of course we are!”

You could make out the faint sound of shuffling from Clay’s end, his icon flashing green. “Are—” He coughed. “Does that mean we’re close enough to ask you a… somewhat private question?”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone, your curiosity piquing. “Go for it,” you said gently, letting your eyelids flutter comfortably shut.

“Have you met your soulmate yet?”

In an instant, your eyes shot wide open again, and you lay frozen in your bed. In all the time you had known each other, not once had you brought up the topic of soulmates. It was almost as though you had simply skirted around it, too shy to press on about. But right now, with the topic lying right in front of your face, you couldn’t just avoid the topic.

Your fingers twitched as your mouth fell open. “N-No,” you stammered, the butterflies in your stomach going oddly still. “I, um, I haven’t. Have any of you?”

There was a pause. “No, none of us.”

You thought for a moment, your heart mulling over those four little words. Then, you exhaled and let your shoulders relax against the mattress, your nails curling into your palm. “I’m sure you guys have nothing to worry about,” you murmured almost hazily. “There are probably thousands and thousands of people who would love to be any one of your soulmates.” You chuckled, but it tasted bittersweet on your tongue. “Heck, there’s probably at least half a million fans who would be dying to take my place, right now.”

On the other end of the line, you were met with silence, but it was fleeting. “What about you?” Clay suddenly asked.

You blinked, your palm going slack. “Me?”

“You,” Clay affirmed, sounding more serious than before. “If you were one of our soulmates, how would you feel?”

The words left your lips before you could stop them. “Happy,” you blurted, suddenly feeling breathless. “So, so happy. I—”

You suddenly slapped your hand over your mouth, cutting yourself off with wide eyes. Realization struck you like a lightning bolt, and you could feel your blood run cold in your neck. I did not just say that.

“What—” George stopped. Then, a second later, he continued. “Which one of us would you want it to be? To be your soulmate?”

With trembling fingers, you moved your hand away from your mouth, your voice coming out small. “Are you asking me who I like most?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You almost felt your heart drop, bolting upright until you were sitting atop your sheets. Wrapping your hand around your phone, you balanced it on your lap, uncertainty springing up in your gut.

Who... I like most?

Dream, George, and Sapnap. Sapnap, Dream, and George.

To think that just a year ago, you had never spoken to them—had only ever known them as three strangers through a screen. Yet here you were now, their voices soft against your ear and your heart aching at the sound of their laughter. They made you smile beyond belief, and you wouldn’t miss a call with them for the world, even if it was three in the morning and you were dead asleep. Although you had spent time with each of them individually, just as friends did, you loved spending time with all three of them together far more, and you didn’t want to imagine having them any other way.

George, Sapnap, and Dream.

Who did you like most?

You swallowed, then opened your mouth. “I,” you choked out, “I don’t—I wouldn’t—”

You stopped, your heart pounding like a drum between your lungs. You could feel them waiting for you, as patient and caring as ever. The thought made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Screwing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath and whispered.

“I don’t think I could ever pick just one of you.”

The silence that filled the air as you closed your mouth was tense. A million unspoken words ricocheted off the insides of your mind, your heart racing within the confines of your chest. The air suddenly felt too hot, and you kicked the covers off your legs, curling your knees closer to your chest and resting your burning cheeks on top of them.

“Maybe this is a sudden thing to say,” Sapnap whispered abruptly, his words coming out slurred as he broke the silence, “but I really, really want to know what you look like right now, [Y/N].”

You felt your arms go limp around your legs. “Me, too,” George added, thoughtful and faint. “I bet you’re beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to bury your face in your hands, you ran your finger along the edge of your phone screen, the glass pressing against your hot skin. “I—um,” you began shakily, “you’ll see when we meet, okay? This way, two of us can stay a mystery.”

Clay’s soft chuckle rippled through your bedroom once more, bouncing off the walls and making your chest ache even more. “Alright.”

You felt your chest constrict with heat, feeling like you were almost about to burst at the seams from the way they were speaking. “W-Well,” you laughed, trying not to sound as panicked as you felt, “on that note, I think I’m gonna go to sleep now.” You opened your mouth to continue when a yawn cut you off, eliciting a string of laughs from your phone speaker. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“Sweet dreams, [Y/N],” George murmured tenderly. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed with your heart battering against your ribs. “Goodnight!”

Reaching over, you pressed your thumb over your phone screen, exiting the call just as swiftly as you had joined. That had been hours ago now, and while you were tired, you couldn’t shake the churning sensation in the pit of your stomach—twisting and turning as you laid back on your bed. You slipped your phone onto your nightstand, plugging it in in a forlorn haze before lying back once more. Staring up at the lonesome ceiling, you frowned, your heart suddenly feeling like an anchor in your chest.

Without even an inch of doubt, you knew: you liked them—all three of them.

And it was going to be the end of you.

Having a crush was a dangerous thing in a world full of soulmates, especially if they were online—even more so if you had multiple. You could only ever find out if someone was your soulmate if you met them in person, and you had heard far too many stories of couples meeting in person, only to learn that they weren’t fated to be. Combining that with multiple soulmate bonds slimmed the chances even further. Multiple soulmate bonds weren’t exactly unheard of, but they were rare. You had never met anyone who had one, and you doubted that you would be the first you’d know to have one.

You suddenly felt it—that familiar spark of hope you felt all those months ago when you sat at your desk chair with a shirt on your lap. The hope that drew you to them now was the very same hope that connected you in the first place. Your heart leapt, lapping up every last droplet like a man dying of thirst, yet with each new spark that rained down in your chest, the thought clawing at the back of your mind loomed larger and larger.

Just what exactly were the chances all four of you would be soulmates? It had to be next to nothing if it wasn’t zero already.

This wasn’t like the manhunt raffle—lady luck could only be so generous.

Rolling onto your side, you felt something deep inside you reach its hands up and wrap around your lungs, squeezing as tightly as it could. The ache that shot through your insides stung like a hot coal, but you knew there was nothing you could do to soothe its hungry flames. Unshed tears pricked the back of your eyelids like silver needles, and you squeezed your eyes shut, choking back a muffled whine. Your bedroom suddenly felt too big, your bed too empty.

Hope could be beautiful, but it could also destroy you from the inside out.

“Do not leave the call.”

Clay’s chuckle sent a frown skittering across your face, and you let out a small whine as you leaned forward in your desk chair. “Aww,” he crooned, teasing and light, “are you jealous, Georgie?”

“N-No, what?” George sputtered, and you could almost envision the way his cheeks would flush a pretty shade of baby pink. “Just—just don’t hang up.”

“I’m telling you,” Sapnap laughed with a sly lilt, his voice sounding a little more distant than Clay’s, “he’s jealous.” You vaguely could make out the sound of his signal light from inside his car, a muffled car horn echoing from outside. “Or at least if he isn’t, [Y/N] is.”

At that, you whipped your head up, blinking wide as you shot a glare at Sapnap’s Discord icon on the side of your monitor screen. “Well, [Y/N]?” Clay drawled, a flicker of mischief dancing in his tone. “What do you have to say about that?”

You curled your fingers into your hands, a small pout settling onto your features as heat shot across your face. “I—I am!” you said, your voice coming out a fraction louder than you intended. When the other line went quiet, you shuffled back in your seat, your cheeks burning even hotter. “I am jealous, okay? It’s... it’s just not fair that you two get to meet before we do.”

There was a brief moment of silence. You were being childish, you knew, but at least you were being honest. Suddenly, Clay spoke. “We know, sweetheart,” he said gently, not at all realizing how your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. “But you’ll be able to meet us soon. Just wait a bit longer, okay? I’ll buy you both plane tickets if I have to.”

You pouted with a dejected whimper, your finger drawing small circles onto the side of your desk. “Okay.”

“Don’t sound so sad,” Sapnap chuckled with a soothing coo. “As soon as we can get you two over here, we will.”

You let out a sigh, swinging your chair from side to side with a frown. Was it so wrong of you to want to meet them so badly, to want to see them and hug them? Part of you didn’t even care if you were all soulmates at this point—you just wanted to hear them laugh in person. You wanted to make them smile. Was that really so much to ask for?

“I see him!” Clay suddenly shouted. Your head shot up faster than a bullet, and you heard the sound of a front door opening and slamming shut. “Oh, Sapnap.”

“Oh, Dream,” Sapnap called mockingly, his smile shining through in his voice. There was the sound of the car engine stopping, then a car door swinging open. “Holy crap, you’re way taller than I expected.”

You chuckled at the surprise in Sapnap’s voice, hearing George laugh along with you. “Jeez,” Clay muttered, his voice overlapping ever so slightly with the mic on Sapnap’s phone. “It’s so weird actually seeing you in person, oh my go—”

All of a sudden, Clay went silent, cutting himself off with a strangled noise of surprise. On Sapnap’s end, there was a muffled choking sound, then nothing. In a flash, you were upright, your eyes wide and your hand flying to your mouse.

“Sapnap?” George called, his tone soaked with worry. “Clay? Are you two alright?”

There came a gasp, and you could make out the sound of Sapnap struggling to search for words. “You’re—Clay’s my—”

Just like that, it clicked, like a switch had been flipped inside you. You felt something in your chest deflate, and you opened your mouth.

“Soulmates,” you whispered so quietly that you would have missed it yourself, had you not been the one to say it. “You two are soulmates, aren’t you?”

George fell silent. “I think so,” Clay mumbled, his tone coming out as if he were in a daze. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life—it definitely feels like what everyone says, you know? Just, really warm, and.... and...” He trailed off, ending with an enamoured sigh. “Yeah.”

Your mouth felt as though it had been sewn shut, like you wouldn’t have been able to force the words from your lips even if you tried. “How did we not know after all these years?” Sapnap giggled, his voice swimming in a mixture of disbelief and affection.

“We’ve never met in person up until now,” Clay mused, his sentence rising at the end. “This is the first time we’ve ever seen each other, let alone touched.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sapnap murmured back wistfully. The call suddenly went quiet, and a deep, disappointed quiet fell over the four of you. Not a word was said as the harsh reality slowly settled into your hearts.

Clay and Sapnap were soulmates.

Only Clay and Sapnap.

“I’m happy for you two!” George suddenly shouted, startling you in your chair. He sounded oddly chipper—too chipper. “I wish—” He suddenly choked, pausing for a moment to catch his breath again. “I wish I was already friends with my soulmate. Meeting new people is hard.”

“Who knows?” Clay chuckled. His words were teasing, but even they couldn’t mask how crestfallen he sounded. “Maybe [Y/N] is yours.”

“Yeah,” Sapnap hummed in agreement, the hopefulness in his voice sounding just as forced as his soulmate’s. “You hear that, [Y/N]? Maybe you and Gogy were meant to be.”

Your vision was hazy and unfocused, your gaze focused on the window in your room. In the corner of the glass was a small spider web, just barely the size of your palm. You watched with blurry eyes as a fly caught in the sticky web beat its wings in desperation, struggling helplessly as a spider crawled out from behind the windowsill. You distantly wondered how trapped that fly felt—if it knew that there was no point in hoping for anything better, now.

Turning away from the window, you focused your gaze down at yourself, down at the black shirt you were wearing. A clean white axe stared back up at you, and you felt a bittersweet smile stretch across your face as you uttered a single word.

“Maybe.”

A loud beep echoed from the ceiling speakers, and you jumped at the sound. All around you, people were bustling in and out of gates, towing luggage behind them as they rushed down the crowded pathways and between loitering groups of people. You whipped your head this way and that at the sight, your head spinning with all the new sights and sounds.

It was still hard to believe that just a few months prior, you wouldn’t have been able to step foot in an airport like this.

To see people move from one place to the next, seeing loved ones and meeting new people for the first time was almost exhilarating, especially after all that had happened with the world. You liked it, and you certainly hoped that it was here to stay.

You had just started walking down the main path when you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Fishing it out, your face lit up at the caller ID, and you picked up without waiting another second, pressing the cool glass to your ear with a smile. “Hi, George.”

“Hey!” he greeted with a cheerful tone. “Did you get here safely?”

Rocking back and forth on your heels, you curled your fingers a little tighter around the handle of your suitcase with a hum. “Yep.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice, and it sent a familiar tingle of warmth bouncing down your spine. “How are you feeling?”

You paused, your steps faltering for a brief second as you pondered. “Nervous,” you said after a moment or two, “but a good kind of nervous.”

“A good kind of nervous?” he repeated with a fond tone. “I think I know the word you’re looking for.”

Your lips curled up at his words, your mind flashing back to a distant day from long, long ago. “Yes, George, I’m excited.”

The laugh that fell from his lips sounded like pure music to your ears, and you caught yourself thinking that you wouldn’t mind drowning in the sound. “Me, too.” As you wove between a few sectioned off groups, George added gently, “You know where to meet us, right?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation, making a sharp turn down yet another long hallway. “Yeah—I’m pretty sure Clay and Sap are already waiting for us.”

George snorted, both affectionate and teasing at once. “Oh, I know they are. I’ll see you there?”

You grinned, bobbing your head along to the beat of your suitcase wheels rolling across the polished tiled floors. “For sure. See you there!”

Lowering your phone from your ear, you pressed your thumb against the screen before letting it drop into your pocket once more. A sigh escaped your lips as you let the ache you had been suppressing tumble loose, throbbing and gnawing away at the shaky shards of your heart.

How long had they known that Clay and Sapnap were soulmates, now? Five months? Six? You weren’t sure if you could even bring yourself to keep count, anymore. It hurt too much to think about. You were happy for them, you really were. But the selfish part inside you still longed for their touch, even if they wouldn’t ever truly be yours. It wasn’t that you didn’t like George, but you meant what you said—you couldn’t pick just one, and you wanted all of them, as greedy as it was.

Shaking your head, you pushed forward, your gaze darting up to the navigational sign hanging from the ceiling. No matter how painful it may be, you weren’t going to let your own heart get in the way of how amazing today was going to be. You were meeting your favourite people in the world today, and nothing was going to take that away from you.

Not even heartbreak.

Glancing briefly over at a map on the wall, you huffed as you dragged your suitcase up a set of stairs and through the corridor, chewing on the inside of your lip. George’s gate was on the opposite side of the airport from yours, and Clay and Sapnap were waiting in the middle for the two of you. His flight had arrived a bit before yours, so you knew you were just going to have to find all three of them together.

After another few minutes of walking, you found yourself walking into the central dome of the airport, the glass ceiling filtering natural light into the room as you wheeled your luggage in. Your lips parting in awe at the sight, you swept your gaze across the busy room, scanning over every head you could find. You had only been looking for a few moments when a head of dark sepia hair caught your attention. Narrowing your eyes, you shuffled forward carefully. Then, your lips split into a triumphant grin.

There they were.

In a heartbeat, you felt your insides melt at the sight. Sapnap and George looked as handsome as ever, their lips curled up into dazzling smiles as they spoke, and Clay—oh, Clay. This was the first time you would ever be seeing each other’s faces, but you didn’t have to see him to know that he was pretty. With tousled golden locks and emerald green eyes that flashed like gemstones, he was everything you could have asked for and more.

Chatting casually with one another, all three of them were dressed in comfortable clothes, and you wanted to fling yourself at them and bury yourself into their warm touch. Sucking in a deep breath, you marched toward them, slinking around so that you were facing their backs. Hugs could come later—right now, it was time for a surprise.

Treading slowly and carefully, you only stopped when you stood a foot behind them, the giddiness rising in your chest as you finally opened your mouth.

“Sapnap was right. You are tall.”

The three of them immediately whirled at the sound of your voice, their eyes as wide as saucers as their gazes locked on yours. The grin on your face only grew wider as you watched their faces light up in unison, like a set of stars coming together in the night sky.

“[Y/N],” they said at the same time, blinking wildly as you sent them a small wave.

You laughed. “Here I a—”

“We were right, too,” Clay suddenly blurted, bending over slightly. “You are beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed with bubbling heat, and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “I—ah, um,” you stammered, taking a step back. “You look good too, Clay.”

Sapnap took a step forward, reaching his hand out toward you with a soft smile. “So, we finally meet,” he hummed, a brilliant gleam flashing across his eye. “Does this mean I get to hug you, now?”

You grinned, and with a giggle, you were leaping forward, your suitcase wobbling behind you as you let go. The moment you felt warm arms wrap around your backside, you felt yourself relax.

Then, your skin suddenly felt like it was on fire.

Warmth surged up your spine like a rippling flame, your eyes shooting wide open as you gasped, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of Sapnap’s shirt. In an instant, you were stumbling back, clutching at the space over your heart. You could feel it going absolutely haywire in your chest, pounding like never before. Your entire body felt as light as a feather, and your mind felt strangely hazy.

Impossible—it had to be.

“Sap,” you choked out, your eyes locking onto his own wide ones, “you—”

“George, Clay,” he suddenly said, reaching a hand out toward the two boys, “get over here. Right now.”

The two of them had been standing stock still just a few steps away, their jaws dropped and faces contorted with surprise as they watched you and Sapnap tremble across from one another. Swallowing, George took the first shaky step forward, reaching his hand toward yours. The moment your fingers brushed, the same tingling warmth crashed over you like a wave, and you let out a soft noise, happiness blooming in your throat like a blossom in spring. You watched with earnest eyes as George’s expression mirrored yours, his rosy lips parted in surprise as his fingers latched onto yours. The hope you had locked away months ago came pouring out of your glowing heart like a waterfall, overwhelming every inch of your senses.

“It’s not just us,” you whispered, your voice brimming with nebulous hope. “It’s George, too.”

George lifted his head, his breath hitched as he turned. “That just means...”

All three of your gazes landed on Clay, who was still frozen in place, stock still with shock. Your eyes darted to Sapnap’s, then George’s. You nodded in unison, and without saying a word, you stepped forward. You slipped your hand into Sapnap’s, your heart trembling with adoration at how big and warm his palm was against your own. Sharing one last glance with one another, you nodded. Just like that, you were slipping your hand into Clay’s, George following suit while Sapnap grabbed his.

In a heartbeat, everything felt perfect.

The empty cracks in your heart no longer felt as wide as they once did, instead flooding with burning warmth and something that felt like love. Your head spun with dizzying affection, and you felt your vision grow watery, but for an entirely different reason, now.

God, you loved them, you loved them, you loved them.

At your side, Sapnap’s hand shook in yours, surprise lacing his every word. “I can’t believe it.”

“A four-way soulmate bond,” George breathed, his own mouth twitching up into a lovestruck grin. “I—I never thought we’d have one. I mean, I always hoped but—”

Suddenly, Clay spoke up, his voice hoarse but full of sincerity. “W-Woah, are you crying? What’s wrong?”

In a flash, their eyes were on you, who had let go of Clay’s hand to press your palm against your eye. “N-Nothing’s wrong,” you said, your voice shaking with overwhelming emotion. “I’m just—I’m so happy.” A quiet sniffle bubbled up in your throat, but it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I liked you all so much and I was so scared that only George was going to be my soulmate, because you’re all so important to me, and I couldn’t just give you guys up like that.”

“[Y/N],” Clay choked out, his own voice starting to wobble, “stop, please. You’re going to make me cry.”

Laughing, you leaned against him, soaking into the warmth of his body as his arm instinctively wrapped around you. “Just—just cry with me, okay? We can all cry together.”

You didn’t need to say it twice. Not even a split second later, and you felt two more pairs of arms snake up around you, a nose burying itself into your hair as a cheek pressed against yours. “It looks like you won more than just one lottery then, huh?” Sapnap mumbled from above you, his chest rumbling against your back.

“Yeah,” George chuckled, his fingers lovingly rubbing small circles against your arm. “First the manhunt, now this. Just how lucky can one person be?”

You smiled, rubbing your head against Clay’s shoulder with a loving hum. “I don’t know what the universe was thinking,” you murmured, your eyelids fluttering shut as you gently rocked back and forth together, “but I’m glad I won. You three are the best prize I could have ever asked for.”

You felt a pair of lips press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your heart sighing in your chest. “I love you,” someone whispered, too softly for you to tell who it was.

All around you, the bustling airport kept moving, full of life and bursting with energy as the crowds flowed around you like a river. The world was still moving, the planet still turning beneath your feet as you embraced one another, warm and safe in each other’s arms. But in that moment, none of that mattered. A dazzling spark danced along the crevice of your heart, bright and warm and oh-so full of hope as you opened your mouth to whisper back.

“I love you all, too.”