[summary]
↳ what happens when you eventually meet up?

[warning/s]
↳ cursing!

[notes]
↳ sorry, no sapnap! i ran out of ideas for him lol! i do have wilbur though, that's a first. don't watch these people often anymore, so i apologize if they are out of character! enjoy nonetheless!

***

dream

• the two of you wouldn't reveal it right away.

• if dream is still a faceless content creator, then you would respect his boundaries and wouldn't film at his place.

• so for the rest of the afternoon of your first day, the two of you watched something and were being all cuddly; holding hands, feeling each other's skin, poking

• with your other hand, you held the phone up and took a photo of your hand intertwined with dream's hand. you showed it to him and asked, "can i post this?"

• he contemplated for a moment, "sure" he eventually says, and you typed out a caption for twitter skillfully with your non-dominant hand.

• "just touched dream's hand, feeling good" you tagged him in the post, and instantaneously it was swarmed with both of your fandom, full of key smashes and reaction images. it was only a matter of time until you trended and you sighed wearily

• dream already knew that something is stressing you out. "did it go well?" he asked, but he didn't need to glance at your phone screen to see that everything will go south. "i'm not saying 'i told you so', but..." he trailed off.

• you laughed shortly. "it's fine. i kinda want to stream though." you giggled to which dream gave you a playful glare. you shook your hands, informing him that you're not going to use a camera.

• dream came up with the video idea of beating Minecraft but he controls the keyboard while you manage the mouse. so the two of you began recording, sitting beside each other.

• at first it was chaotic because you couldn't seem to harmonize. dream is speedy as fuck so you have to keep up. you might be one of the best players, but you cannot deny that your boyfriend is better. (you're not saying that out loud because his mask might not fit his big head anymore)

• "mlg, mlg," you said, scrolling the mouse to the water bucket. dream jumped off the cliff without caution and the drop was timed perfectly. "LETS GOOOOOO!" you cheered simultaneously.

• "this is the easiest challenge ever," dream boasts as the two of you discovered a lava pool.

• "wait, i forgot to do a portal." you said. he instructed where to place certain stuff and eventually, you made a working portal. while the whole screen was swirling away, you scrolled to the bread and ate it.

• you and dream easily maneuvered around the confines of the nether. speed bridging was pretty difficult if it's controlled by two different people, but you and dream have such a synergy that it felt satisfying watching the continuous placement of blocks without falling down the lava.

• obligatory [return to sender] achievement.

• the recording lasted for 2 hours, and dream instantly edited it. you were there when he voice recorded his intro and you were also there when dream premiered it to his channel. you promoted the recent video into your social media and your names trended once more.

***

quackity

• it was Christmas, and everyone almost had a heart attack when you posted a picture of quackity's cat, tiger. just him.

• they thought you came to mexico, but in reality, that photo was months ago and alex was actually with you in your place in vegas (a random place in the US)

• alex then proceed to tweet that he's going live on twitch with you. the stream opens up to you setting up the stream while he was dancing around your room in the background.

• for the start of the stream, it was casual qna with the two of you bantering. alex says that you have always been yourself, online and offline. "maybe the only difference is that..." he thinks as he looks up at the ceiling. "you're always hungry whenever we go out."

• you laughed, feeling embarrassed, and he laughed too. "online quackity is 1000 times funnier than offline alex, that's all I'm gonna say."

• "wooooow," he felt offended. "are we breaking up on stream?"

• "anyways, there's a question in chat- 'height check'?" you turned and faced him with a small smirk on your face.

• after constant persuading, alex was standing on the back with his hands on the pockets of his jacket. you were about to stand up as well, but you wanted to fix the wheels on your chair because it felt wonky so you were crouched down, they can only see the top of your hair.

• behind you was quackity kicking the air and making grunting sounds as if he was in an action movie, feeling cool. he was twirling around, his fist close to his chest.

• actually, you didn't know what he was doing since you were so focused on repairing the wheels. but you were slightly giggling because you can imagine alex doing the action gestures.

• you think you were finally done with the wheels, "what are you doing-"

• you didn't know that alex was really pretending to kick your head so when you spun to him, you didn't anticipate his ankles coming in contact with the center of your face. "OW-"

• "OHHH, MY GOD!" alex cried as you crashed down to the ground, clutching your nose. you were laughing so hard with your tears threatening to escape your eyes. you breathed out through your mouth because you were grabbing your nose.

• you sat up and alex was crouching in front of you, gently holding your face. "are you okayyy?" he said but he was slightly laughing to not kill the mood.

• "i'm fine," you were giggling but it came out muffled because your hand was in front of you. you closed your eyes for a moment for the tears to fall down and alex didn't hesitate to wipe them away. he wrapped his arms around you and he laughed, looking at chat that was zooming fast.

• sure enough, there were clips all around twitter, youtube, tumblr, etc.

• you eventually stood up and alex assisted you. "you good?" he asked again.

• you nodded, "yeah, yeah, i'm alright." you say before laughing.

• "is it bleeding?" his eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

• "no," you assured him. "well- i hope it won't bleed, that would be embarrassing."

• alex ended the stream and raided your channel while you felt something hot running down your skin. "ah fuck-"

• you had your starting soon scene, playing background music. it then transitioned to your camera where you were sitting with a tissue shoved up your bloody nose while you were managing your obs studio. "welp, chat, i have a nosebleed."

• "you're still as cute, y/n, don't worry." alex says, out of the screen, before coming down to sit beside you.

• "fuck off, this is your fault," you say laughing. the alert just came in. "oh hey, quackity raided my stream! i love that guy! thanks so much, quackity!"

• alex looked bothered. "who's quackity and why you do- why do you love him?"

• you shook your head, "let's just... start the mediashare," you say quietly, but there was a hint of a smile. there were already a few videos in queue. mediashares are what you always do even when you're solo streaming. instead of trying not to laugh, you proposed a harder challenge. "try not to sing or dance."

• "easy, easy." quackity adjusted his seat and prepared for the worst.

• it wasn't easy. it was full of vibey music and you felt quackity shifting beside you uncomfortably. you can tell that he wants to move so bad and his mouth was pursed up. you were also trying not to bob your head up and down as well as hum the song you know that was playing.

• "-ous for you, caugHT MY ATTENTION-"

• 'buff q' came upon the mediashare, and you were trying not to laugh uncontrollably, while your boyfriend beside you was unimpressed. "i kissed a girl and i like it-"

• you were smiling so hard that you had to avert your gaze from the screen to your alex who was also looking at you, clearly unamused. "wh-why are you smiling?"

• why is he in his jealous arc? "nothing," you muttered, shaking your head, trying so hard to erase the big smile off your face. the mediashare seemed to be broken because there were no videos playing. you leaned forward towards your second screen in front of q's.

• you suddenly felt him sniffing your hair and you turned to him. "huh?" you whispered.

• "what?" he mumbled, smiling.

• when your mediashare was set, you leaned back to your seat and the two of you waited for videos to pop up. while doing so, alex unconsciously slung his arm around you and pulled you closer. and you didn't mind it one bit.

***

george

• you came to his place instead of him going to you. george suggested doing you laugh, you lose stream while you offered to do an outside stream. the both of you agreed in doing all of the suggestions because you have all the time that you need with george.

• "ooooooooh let's go!!!!!" you and george were screaming your lungs out, jumping up and down in the stream.

• you laugh, you lose, and while watching, your thigh casually swung over on his lap and he immediately placed a hand there. it wasn't showing on the frame for the stream (the camera only focuses from the chest up.)

• but the way you face the camera with your body going sideways might give it away.

• yet george eventually slipped up when he admitted that his leg is getting sore from your weight so he pushed your limb off of him. the two of you immediately moved on and didn't even talk about the slip-up.

• there was this one moment when one of your fancams were queued so when it showed up, you looked at each other for reactions, with knowing smiles. "that was not funny," george says.

• "no. not funny." you were shaking your head but there was a smile on your face.

• one was another edit of you, and you looked at george as you grinned. "how was that?"

• he burst into laughter, but you only looked at the camera confusingly, still smiling. "why did you just laugh?"

• "what kind of question is that?" he was still laughing uncontrollably, screaming in the end. he leaned forward and replaced the 3 with 2 in the number of lives you have. "ugh, y/nnnn." he whines. "this is all your fault."

• "how is it my fault?? you laughed!?"

• "well you're asking me very weird questions! you were like, 'ooh. i am in this fancam. i should ask george what he thinks of it. ooh'"

• he was doing it in an exaggerated accent.

• "i'm walking away." you said, standing up, about to storm off, but george pulled you by the sleeve of your hoodie. "noooo!" the force of his tug made you almost crash into his lap, making you both laugh. your back was facing the camera, hiding george's wide smile as he looked up at you.

• on your irl stream, you titled it, "A WALK WITH GEORGENOTFOUND" it was such a windy day. you were wearing a bucket hat, george was wearing a long-ass coat.

• with the strong wind about to blow the chickenshit out of you, the audio is so scuffed that you have to scream into your phone for the viewers to hear you.

• "HEYYY CHAT!" you leaned towards the camera. you slung an arm across his shoulders and in return, he instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist, trying to steady you as the two of you walked.

• "chat! this is your- s-stream." george laughed at his lame attempt while you were reading chat.

• "we're not actually gonna tell them where we are, right?" you turned and face your boyfriend who was busy trying to pat down his air that is about to fly off of his head. "chat's been asking us where we are."

• "don't find us, okay?" he said with both of his hands. "it's okay if you just bump into us, but don't go out of your way to meet us."

• of course, there were bound to be fans showing up and wanting to take pictures with you.

• while you and george were swinging your intertwined hands together, girls were waving at you from afar until they proceeded to go and greet you. "hey!"

• "hey, how are you!" you said, smiling at them.

• "can we take a picture with you guys? we're like one of your biggest fans!" one of them asked, taking out a camera.

• "sure! yeah, no problem!" you go and faced george who was awkwardly smiling. you chuckled a bit. "babe-" you mouthed to him before handing him the stream camera. while it was pointing at the side of his face, you stood beside the girls and smiled for a selfie.

• "thank you!!" they said before scurrying away, and the two of you had to escalate your walk. you walked faster away from them. george raised up the selfie stick to show the two of you walking.

•"it's so windy." george shouted.

• "i know, my hair is getting to my mouth- pleh-" you spat out the strands of hair that were sticking to your lips.

• he looks behind him and sees you pulling out the hair and shaking your head. he was looking at you in amusement but goes and smile at the camera some more.

• the two of you were casually chuckling at each other's jokes when it was interrupted by loud thunder. your lips were pursed together while george's laughter was trying to escape.

• "oh shit-" you said, looking up at the grey skies. you felt drips of water falling down your cheeks, prompting you to dash.

• "come on, george, we have to hurry!" you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him harshly. he was laughing when you sped off and ran down the pavement.

• "y/n! hang on!"

• you hold onto your bucket hat as you keep your grip on george. "catch up!!"

• the two of you eventually found a vacant, closed store with a roof. the rain poured heavier just as you and george managed to seek shelter. george was out of breath while you were laughing with your hands on your hips.

• "we-" he began but he stopped himself. "oh my god, i'm out of breath." you wanted to laugh at him if you weren't in the same situation as him.

• you decided to take the camera from him, reading the chat quietly, still trying to catch your breath. "i didn't know it was about to rain today."

• george slides down the glass door, and you follow suit, sitting beside him. you removed your bucket hat full of sweat and ran your fingers through it, grooming it a bit.

• he was doing the same thing, drying out his hair by squeezing the water out of it. you instinctively leaned your head on his shoulder, bringing the camera close to you.

• "what should we do? i don't think the rain's about to stop any soon." you said, looking at the dark clouds looming over you.

• "this is where the stream actually starts." george said, adjusting his seat. you sat back up, flipped the camera, and pointed towards the rain. "does anyone still want to meet us?"

• "unless you want to be completely drenched in the rain- no don't come. actually. you guys are gonna get sick."

stupidityinacan: okay mom and dad
anepicdonator: chat let's listen to mom for now
thenameisame: OUR PARENTS <333

***

karl

• obligatory height check

• while leaning against the wall, karl had his chin up and chest out trying to look taller than you.

• when chat got their screenshots, karl loosened and placed both of his hands on either of your shoulders, jumping up and down, bringing you down with him.

• you were crouching and crushing under his weight. " ow! karl!" you grabbed his wrist and pleaded for him to stop.

• he giggles, "sorry," and the hands that were on you your shoulders were now wrapped around your neck and then he swayed the two of you together as you thought you were having a slow dance.

• the chat was teasing the two of you, chanting GET A ROOM YOU TWO, or LEAVE ROOM FOR THE HOLY SPIRIT AMEN

• most were spamming hearts and other wholesome emotes while you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore.

• both of you concluded that it was getting too cheesy so karl went ahead and played something so hype and upbeat and went back with you on his large ass room

• the two of you danced as though you were sam and carly who pressed the random dancing button.

• you announced to the whole room that you're gonna do a cartwheel. karl stepped back and watched you, anticipation in his features but he was still preparing to catch you if you ever fail.

• you easily done it and karl was screaming his cheers for you while you were jumping up and down from the adrenaline.

• "oh my god? oh my god? y/n just did that! i can't believe y/n just fucking did that!"

• "i did, karl! i did!"

• ended up playing mario kart. when you were in the lead the whole time, karl tries to block your sight by raising his palm over your face.

• and you would push his hand away, but he keeps doing it. karl wasn't even focusing on his character, he just wanted you to lose.

• so it was like siblings wrestling for the remote. you were pushing karl away, but he was annoyingly persistent, pushing you back as well.

• but you still won, but karl wouldn't accept it.

• when you wanted to go to the bathroom, you stood up and ruffle his hair lovingly before landing a smooch on it. it was like your short farewell when you were just going to the bathroom.

• karl didn't say anything - actually he wants to say something because he gets flustered so easily, and your sweet gesture sent his heart to a frenzy.

• "uh." he leans back to his chair and tries to read the chat who was going full speed.

• he will never get used to your touch.

***

wilbur

• the first official photo of you and wilbur was when he piggybacked you on his back and the two of you were smiling so widely.

• it was your first time in the UK so wilbur will definitely have the honor to take you around.

• he took you to concerts, to food stands, to his favorite places that remind him of something, and listening to him explaining it makes you admire him more.

• he speaks so passionately and your heart just feels warm whenever you're with him.

• HEAD PATS! him scratching your head casually.

• wilbur wanted you to go with him to the studio with lovejoy as they go and practice for their new album. you honestly didn't want to go because you might distract him and just bother everyone if you were there.

• "i don't mind," he says. he was tugging on your wrist. "come on, i need my inspiration to be present."

• you let wilbur take you by the hand. your body heated up against the cold temperature of brighton. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "that was so cheesy, wilbur."

• "but it worked, didn't it?"

• now you were inside the studio where you met the rest of the members, ash, mark, and joe. while they played, you sat on the corner, silently smiling at them.

• they finished one number when wilbur flashed you a smirk. "you don't have to smile at all times,"

• you perked up. "what, but i liked it! genuinely makes me happy listening to your songs. you guys did great!"

• your smile was contagious, making him smile in return. he shook his head playfully at your support.

• thinking of including you in one of their music videos. them brainstorming how you would fit in as you stood there clueless.

• a few days later, you wanted to stream at wilbur's office. you used wilbur's intro and layout but it was still your twitch account. the people weren't surprised since they know about the meet-up from your twitter photo.

• they were searching for wilbur, but he left you to go grocery shopping. yes, you didn't go with him because he can manage it all on his own and you really wanted to stream.

• when wilbured returned though, he came through the door, making you look up. "hey, " the chat hears you mumbling after you removed your earphones.

• "you still live?" they heard him very low in the background.

• "yeah. wanna join?"

• "no. entertain them yourself." wilbur now walked closer and they can hear him getting louder. "i need the keys, though. i have to do something important."

• you reached on the other side of the desk and retrieved the keys. you gave it to him and he just stood there. you muted the mic.

• the two of you were sharing your last words along the lines of "you coming back?", or " what are you doing after stream?".

• while doing so, wilbur was lovingly massaging your scalp.

• "yeah, okay." you unmuted yourself. "say good bye to the chat."

• wilbur quickly leaned down next to your face and smiled at the chat. "bye, chat! i have to go somewhere!"

• you smiled at him and he stood back up straight before bidding you goodbye.

***