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The digital clock on the desk read 7:15 PM, the bright numbers casting a faint glow over the clutter of hard drives and empty energy drink cans. A month ago, the silence in this room would have felt heavy, fractured by unspoken words and lingering tension. Tonight, it was soft. It felt like home.
Bad sat cross-legged on the edge of the unmade bed, completely dressed in a sharply tailored, elegant suit that he’d meticulously ironed an hour ago. He looked entirely out of place against the backdrop of a streamer’s chaotic bedroom, yet perfectly at ease. His chin rested in his palm, his gaze fixed entirely on the person across the room.
Skeppy was currently wrestling with a stubborn button on a crisp dress shirt, a rare departure from his usual hoodies. He’d lost track of time again, sinking deep into a hyper-fixated editing groove until Bad had gently knocked on the doorframe to remind him of their reservations.
Bad didn't mind the wait. In fact, he was secretly grateful for it, because it gave him an excuse to do nothing but admire.
I think that you're killer
His eyes traced the familiar lines of Skeppy’s silhouette. He started with the hair - that floppy, pitch-black hair that desperately needed a trim. Without any product in it, a few stray, messy locks tumbled down past his eyebrows, brushing against the tops of his eyes. Bad found it incredibly endearing.
With your floppy hair
He cataloged every detail with a quiet, fierce fondness: the slight slouch of Skeppy’s shoulders as he focused, the sharp line of his jawline, the way the elegant fabric of the clothes began to transform him from a chaotic internet personality into someone breathtakingly handsome. Bad felt a familiar, warm ache in his chest, a reminder of how lucky he was that the storm had passed, leaving them here. Together.
Skeppy gave the collar one last tug and glanced up toward the mirror, his eyes shifting slightly to catch Bad’s reflection.
Through the glass, their eyes met. Skeppy caught him staring dead-on, unapologetic and completely captivated.
Instead of immediately calling him out with a sarcastic comment or a deflection, Skeppy paused. A quiet, knowing look passed over his features, his hands lingering on his cuffs as a slow smirk began to tug at the corner of his mouth.
The smirk on Skeppy’s lips softened, turning into something much gentler, a little vulnerable, and entirely real. He turned away from the mirror to face Bad directly, the cuffs of his sleeves still unfastened and draping loosely over his wrists.
"You're going to burn a hole right through me if you keep looking at me like that, love," Skeppy murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, lower register he only ever used when the cameras were completely off and the rest of the world was locked outside.
Bad’s cheeks flushed a faint, pretty pink, but he didn't look away. Instead, he let his hands rest on the mattress, leaning forward just a fraction. "I can't help it. You clean up remarkably well for someone who was screaming at a video timeline twenty minutes ago."
Skeppy chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated right through the quiet space between them. He took a few slow steps toward the bed, stopping right in front of Bad. He held out his wrists, the silver cufflinks dangling loosely from one hand.
"If you want us to actually make it to this dinner on time, you're going to have to help me," Skeppy said softly, tilting his head. His messy black hair shifted, casting a soft shadow over his eyes, but his gaze was locked entirely on Bad. "Fix my cuffs, baby?"
Bad’s heart did a familiar, happy flutter at the pet name. He reached out, his fingers warm as they brushed against Skeppy's wrists, taking the cufflinks to thread them through the crisp fabric. He kept his head down, focusing on the task, but the smile on his face was impossible to hide.
"You're lucky you're cute," Bad whispered, his thumbs gently smoothing over the cuffs once they were secure.
Skeppy didn't step back. Instead, he reached up, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of his own floppy hair out of his eyes before cupping the side of Bad's jaw, tilting his face up. "Yeah? How lucky am I?"
Bad didn’t answer with words. He simply leaned into the warm palm against his cheek, closing the small distance between them.
THe kiss was slow, deep, and thick with a month’s worth of relief and quiet gratitude. It carried the weight of everything they had survived - the tension, the late-night arguments, the fear of losing each other - all melted down into a soft, steady rhythm. Skeppy’s fingers tangled gently in Bad’s hair, pulling him just a fraction closer, while Bad’s hands rested securely on Skeppy’s hips, anchoring them both.
When they finally parted, their foreheads lingered together for a second, both of them breathing in the shared space, smiling against each other’s lips.
“Incredibly lucky,” Bad finally whispered, answering the question from before.
Skeppy laughed softly, giving Bad’s jaw a final, affectionate pat before stepping back and extending a hand to help him up from the bed. “Come on, Mr. Elegant. If we don’t leave right now, we’re losing that reservation.”
Take me out to dinner
Bad took his hand, letting himself be pulled up, and quickly smoothed out the front of his suit jacket. They grabbed their keys and wallets from the desk, trading one last, lingering look of pure happiness before slipping out the door and into the hallway.
You know you can take me anywhere
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The upscale restaurant was a blur of soft amber lighting, low murmuring voices, and the faint clinking of crystal glasses. Sitting at a booth tucked away near the back, the atmosphere was lively and loud - mostly because George and Dream were currently debating the menu options, while Skeppy was already halfway through his bread basket.
George took a sip of his water, his eyes darting between Bad and Skeppy, noting the synchronized way they leaned into each other's space, the lingering soft looks, and the unmistakable glow of a couple very much in love.
"So," George started, setting his glass down with a slight, knowing smirk. "When’s the wedding?"
And all of my girlfriends roll their eyes
Bad nearly choked on his drink, quickly setting it down and smoothing his napkin over his lap as his cheeks flushed. "Oh, goodness, George! We haven't even finalized a venue yet. Skeppy wants to get married practically tomorrow. He doesn't realize that these things actually take an immense amount of planning, coordination, and catering reservations, and time." He threw his hands up in a gentle, exasperated gesture, though the fond smile on his face completely ruined the complaint. "You can't just snap your fingers and have a wedding appear!"
Dream leaned back in his seat, swirling the ice in his glass, his expression turning a bit more grounded. "Yeah, honestly, Zak, he’s right. You guys shouldn’t rush into anything. A wedding is a massive headache to plan, and you want it to actually be right. Don't force it to happen overnight."
And tell me to take it slow this time
Skeppy just let out a loud, bright laugh, waving a hand dismissively at Dream as if the concept of time constraints didn't apply to them at all. "Oh, please. It doesn't even matter anyway. Our love is eternal, Dream. A couple of months of waiting or planning isn't going to change that. We're solid."
Underneath the table, out of sight of George and Dream, Skeppy’s hand found Bad’s knee, giving it a reassuring, gentle squeeze. Behind his playful, brash exterior, Skeppy looked over at Bad with a quiet, private look of absolute certainty. He knew Bad was entirely right. He knew they couldn't actually rush it, and he knew that building a life together took real time and effort - but after everything they’d been through to get to this table, the wait didn't scare him at all. They had all the time in the world.
Bad felt the squeeze, his exasperation melting away into a warm, breathless smile. He placed his hand over Skeppy’s, threading their fingers together beneath the white tablecloth.
The dinner progressed seamlessly from there, the initial wedding talk giving way to comfortable banter, shared plates, and the easy, familiar rhythm of four best friends who had seen each other through every high and low.
As the main courses were being cleared, George suddenly leaned forward on his elbows, a mischievous spark in his eyes. He looked across the table, aiming his gaze directly at Dream and Skeppy.
"Okay, I have a question for you two," George announced, tapping his fork lightly against the edge of his plate to command the table's attention. "Can Bad and I have a slumber party at Skeppy's mansion? Just the two of us. And Skeppy, you can go stay with Dream and Sapnap for the weekend."
Bad blinked, completely caught off guard, a slight blush rising on his cheeks as he looked at George.
Skeppy and Dream traded a lightning-fast, silent look across the table. Instantly, their expressions locked into identical, perfectly mirrored grimaces of heavy reluctance.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute," Skeppy said, leaning back and crossing his arms, putting on a grand display of being deeply inconvenienced. "Kick me out of my own house? For a slumber party? George, that is a massive ask. My bed is comfortable. My setup is there. You're asking a lot of me man."
Dream shook his head, sighing dramatically as if he were being handed a terrible chore. "Yeah, I don't know, George. Sapnap and I have a routine. Bringing Skeppy into the house is like bringing in a hurricane. He’s going to eat all the food, yell at the monitors... it's a lot of emotional labor for us."
George just rolled his eyes, entirely immune to their acting, while Bad looked between them all with wide, anxious eyes, half-convinced they were actually upset. "Oh, you guys don't have to if-"
Before Bad could finish, the serious facades cracked. Skeppy burst into his loud, chaotic laugh, and Dream’s shoulders shook as a massive grin broke across his face.
"I'm totally kidding, of course you can!" Skeppy cheered, waving his hand dismissively. "Take the mansion! Have fun!"
"Yeah, we'll absolutely take him," Dream laughed, his eyes already lighting up as he looked at Skeppy. "Dude, we can finally do that IRL challenge stream we talked about. And we can drag Sapnap out to that arcade bar downtown."
"Oh my god, yes!" Skeppy agreed instantly, completely abandoning any pretense of being put out. The two of them immediately launched into a rapid-fire, enthusiastic brainstorming session, practically talking over one another as they planned out exactly how they were going to terrorize Sapnap and what chaos they'd get into over the weekend.
Bad watched them, the brief spike of worry completely melting into a warm, radiating happiness. He turned his head to look at George, who gave him a victorious, knowing wink.
Sitting there in the warmth of the restaurant, listening to the loud, familiar laughter of the people he loved most in the world, Bad felt a profound sense of peace.
The house was completely still. At the mansion, George was fast asleep in one of the guest rooms, the quiet hum of the central AC the only sound echoing through the hallways. Miles away, Dream’s house was just as silent, with Dream and Sapnap crashing out after a long evening of chaotic gaming and planning.
It was the dead of night, the first official night of their weekend split, but neither Bad nor Skeppy could sleep.
Underneath the covers in his temporary bed at Dream's place, Skeppy’s phone illuminated his face in the dark. A soft smile played on his lips as he watched the little typing bubbles appear and disappear on his screen.
Bad <3 > Are you asleep yet? Dream texted me an hour ago saying you guys finally stopped yelling at the TV.
Skep :P > no way im too wired. dream is a liar anyway he was the one screaming at the mario kart shortcuts
Skep :P > the bed here sucks. Its too quiet without you
Bad <3 > Its quiet here too. The mention feels way too big when you aren’t here making a mess or blasting music
Bad <3 > I keep expecting you to burst through the door to show me a clip
Skep :P > admit it you miss me already
Bad <3 > maybe a little
Bad <3 > just a tiny bit
Skep :P > liar you miss me tons
Skep :P > i miss you too. A lot.
Bad <3 > it’s weird not having you right next to me, especially after everything
But I got a feeling wounds are healing, talking on the phone
Skep :P > hey
Skep :P > look out the window
Bad <3 > look at what? It’s 3am
Skep :P > the stars
Skep :P > We can see the same ones
I know everybody changes, but I hope that we don't
Bad <3 > wow Mr. Romantic
Skep :P > also don’t crash my car tomorrow
Bad <3 > our*
Carve our names into the car seat leather
Skep :P > :P
Bad <3 > <3
The quiet chaos of the weekend was finally behind them. The mansion was no longer empty, and the space beside Bad was no longer cold.
It was late Sunday night, the room draped in a heavy, peaceful darkness broken only by the soft moonlight filtering through the window. They were tangled together in their own bed, the separation of the last two days completely forgotten the moment the bedroom door had shut.
There was an intense reverence to the way they held each other now. The playful banter and teasing of their usual dynamic dissolved into a deep, breathless intimacy. Every touch felt like a quiet devotion, every kiss a silent vow.
Skeppy’s hands were warm as they slid slowly along Bad’s waist, mapping the familiar curve of his ribs with an uncharacteristic, worshipful gentleness. He leaned up, pressing slow, lingering kisses along Bad’s jawline, tracing down to the sensitive skin of his throat, making Bad let out a soft, shaky sigh that echoed in the quiet room.
Bad’s fingers tangled firmly into Skeppy’s floppy black hair, pulling him closer, anchoring him. He looked down at Skeppy through the dim light, his heart swelling with a warmth so profound it felt entirely consuming. When Skeppy looked up, his gaze was dark, intense, and completely filled with adoration.
"I missed you so much," Skeppy murmured against his skin, his voice rough and low.
"I missed you too," Bad whispered back, leaning down to catch Skeppy's lips in a deep, slow kiss that tasted of absolute homecoming.
You plus me equals a heart forever
Their movements were unhurried, a synchronized rhythm of hands tracing skin, lips mapping lines, and bodies remembering exactly how they fit together. It wasn't rushed or frantic; it was a slow, beautiful celebration of the fact that they were here, they were whole, and they belonged to each other entirely.
A heart forever, oh
As the night deepened, wrapped up in the safety of their shared space, the final lines of their chapter - and their story - were written in the quiet, breathless space between them. They were exactly where they were meant to be.
The arrival of Samira a month later brought a whole new wave of bright energy into the mansion.
I like your big sister
Skeppy’s slightly younger sister rolled into the house like an absolute whirlwind, carrying a massive, heavily tabbed binder under one arm and a determined look that meant business. While Skeppy was still stumbling downstairs in an oversized hoodie, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Samira had already set up camp at the large dining room table, spreading out color swatches, venue brochures, and spreadsheets.
"Alright, boys," Samira announced, tapping her pen against the wood just as Bad walked into the room holding two fresh cups of coffee. "Zak has the attention span of a goldfish, so Bad, you and I are running this show. If we leave it up to him, you're getting married in a fast-food parking lot."
She has your same face
Bad let out a bright, relieved laugh, quickly setting a mug down in front of her. "Oh, thank goodness, Sami. You are exactly what we need. I've been trying to tell him we need to lock down a caterer before the end of the month, but he keeps telling me 'it'll figure itself out.'"
Skeppy slumped into the chair next to Bad, dragging his hand across his face before leaning over to rest his chin heavily on Bad's shoulder. "Hey! I am highly invested in this wedding," he protested, his voice thick with sleep as he reached out to steal a sip of Bad's coffee. "I just think we don't need a million spreadsheets. We love each other. Boom. Done. Wedding achieved."
Samira rolled her eyes affectionately, flipping open the binder to a section labeled Venues & Logistics. "Yeah, well, 'Love, Boom, Done' doesn't get you a food menu or a formal seating chart so George, Sapnap and Dream don't end up sitting next to someone they're going to argue with."
She pointed her pen playfully at her brother. "First order of business: Guest count. Zak, you cannot just invite every single person you've ever played Minecraft with. We need actual numbers."
Skeppy groaned, burying his face into the crook of Bad’s neck. "See, Bad? This is why I wanted to get married tomorrow. Sami's already bossing me around in my own house."
Bad just smiled, his hand automatically coming up to trace through Skeppy’s messy bedhead, gently smoothing down the floppy strands. He looked across the table at Samira, a profound sense of gratitude washing over him. Having her here, diving into their future with so much casual, unconditional love and support, made everything feel so beautifully real.
-
Samira nodded, quickly scribbling something down on her master list. "Okay, so keeping the guest list to the immediate family and the close Minecraft circle makes things way easier. The venue won't need to be massive." She looked up, her pen poised. "What about the wedding party? Who is standing up there with you guys?"
"Dream is my best man," Bad said instantly, a proud, happy smile warming his face. "We've been through so much, I couldn't imagine anyone else standing next to me."
Skeppy lifted his head from Bad's shoulder, a grin breaking through his sleepy expression. "And Sapnap is mine. Obviously. I already told him he has to wear a matching suit, and he told me if I make him wear a bowtie he’s dropping out. But he’s doing it."
And I tried to win her
Samira laughed, typing the names into her spreadsheet. "Perfect. Dream and Sapnap. I’ll make sure to put them on separate containment duties so they don't cause chaos before the vows. And with the Ahmed family on my side, plus Bad's family, the front rows are going to be packed with people crying. I'm calling it now."
Skeppy reached over, threading his fingers through Bad's under the table, his thumb rubbing comforting circles over the back of Bad's hand. "Let them cry," Skeppy murmured, his voice softening as he looked at Bad. "It's gonna be the best day ever."
Over with my cynical humor and yacht rock music taste
The hectic energy of the afternoon faded completely, leaving the mansion draped in the quiet comfort of a Wednesday evening. The spreadsheets and color swatches were packed away, and Samira had headed out, leaving the two of them alone in the living room.
The television flickered with the ambient glow of a movie they were only half-paying attention to. Bad was curled up against Skeppy on the oversized couch, one of Skeppy's arms wrapped securely around his shoulders, holding him close. It was the exact kind of quiet, domestic peace they lived for.
But as Bad stared at the screen, his mind began to drift back to the spreadsheets, the guest lists, and the looming weight of the word wedding. A sudden, soft gravity settled over him. It wasn't a bad feeling - just a reflective one.
He shifted slightly, turning his head to look up at Skeppy’s profile in the dim light.
"Hey, love?" Bad murmured softly, his voice cutting through the movie's audio.
"Hmm?" Skeppy didn't look away from the screen at first, his fingers just lazily tracing small patterns against Bad’s arm.
Bad hesitated for a beat, picking at a loose thread on the blanket draped over their laps. "The planning today just... got me thinking about things. I realized earlier that I've only ever actually talked about marriage with one other person in my life."
And all my ex-boyfriends have heard these lines (Let's get married when we both turn twenty-five)
Skeppy’s hand stilled against his arm. He turned his head, his dark eyes meeting Bad's, entirely focused now. The playful demeanor evaporated, replaced by a quiet, attentive stillness. He didn't interrupt; he just listened.
"It was a long time ago," Bad continued gently, wanting to make sure his tone was reassuring. "But we never even got engaged before everything fell apart and we broke up. It just... it never felt like this. It never felt real, or solid, or like a certainty."
He paused, looking up into Skeppy's eyes, wanting him to see the absolute sincerity there. "Sitting at the table today with you and Sami, planning an actual future... it made me realize how completely different this is. How much more it means with you."
But I like you better by a million times
Skeppy looked down at him, the flicker of the television screen reflecting softly in his eyes. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. He just absorbed the weight of Bad’s words, letting the vulnerability of the admission settle between them.
Then, the corners of his mouth lifted into a small, incredibly tender smile. He shifted his weight, turning his body completely so he could cup the side of Bad's face with his hand, his thumb gently smoothing over Bad's cheekbone.
"I'm glad it didn't work out with them," Skeppy said softly, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Because you were meant to be here. With me."
Bad felt a soft exhale escape his lips, a heavy knot of old, lingering memories completely dissolving under the warmth of Skeppy's touch. He leaned into the palm of Skeppy's hand, his own hand coming up to rest over Skeppy's wrist. "I am too. I'm so glad it's you, Zak."
"It was always gonna be you, Bad," Skeppy murmured, his eyes locked entirely on him with absolute certainty. "Even when we were just screaming at each other over Minecraft blocks years ago, or when things got complicated and messy... it was always leading to this. We're the only ones who make sense."
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Bad's, breathing in the shared, quiet space. "You and me. That’s the whole equation."
The chaotic division of labor for the wedding party was in full swing by Saturday afternoon. While George was buried under a mountain of baby’s breath and eucalyptus with Samira, trying his best to look helpful, the two grooms were on opposite sides of the city, tackling the ultimate challenge: finding the perfect suits.
Inside a high-end boutique, Bad smoothed down the front of a deep navy blazer, checking his reflection in the three-way mirror. Dream stood a few feet back, leaning against a velvet chair with his arms crossed, tilting his head critically.
"The navy is nice, Bad, but it's a little safe," Dream said, rubbing his chin. "You want something that makes Zak’s jaw actually drop when you walk down the aisle."
"I want to look elegant, Dream, not flashy!" Bad countered, though he was already pulling out his phone. "Hold on, I have to send him a teaser."
Meanwhile, across town in a completely different shop, Sapnap was currently tossing a rejected velvet swatch onto a chair while Skeppy struggled with a sharp, charcoal-grey suit jacket.
"Dude, you look like a secret agent," Sapnap laughed, holding up his phone to snap a picture. "Send him that one."
Skeppy’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, a grin immediately breaking across his face as he saw Bad’s name pop up.
Bad <3 > [Image attached: Bad in a classic navy suit, smiling softly at the camera]
Bad <3 > What do we think about this one? It’s a strong contender
Skep :P > u look hot but its too formal for u. U look like a lawyer about to sue me for editing glitches
And I got a feeling wounds are healing, talking on the phone
Bad <3 > Hey! It is elegant! Lets see yours then Mr. Fashion Critic
Skep :P > [Image attached: Skeppy in a sharp charcoal suit, doing a peace sign]
Skep :P > boom. James bond vibes. Sap says i look dangerous
Bad <3 > you look very handsome, love. But the tie is crooked. And your hair is a disaster
Skep :P > ur a disaster. But im not showing you the real thing anyway. Keeping it a secret until the wedding day
Bad <3 > me too. Dream found one that made him stop talking for two whole seconds, so I think I found the winner. You're going to have to wait
Skep :P > ugh no fair tell me the color at least
Bad <3 > nope! No spoilers xD
I know everybody changes, but I hope that we don't
Skep :P > fine. But if you show up in a neon green suit to match dream im leaving you at the altar
Bad <3 > ZAK! Lmaoooooo absolutely not. Go back to trying on clothes!
Skep :P > okkkkk. I love you <3
Bad <3 > and i love you <3
Skeppy chuckled, locking his phone and tossing it onto the dressing room bench. He turned back to the mirror, his chest tightening with a sudden, overwhelming wave of anticipation. The banter was familiar, but the reality of what they were doing was settling in beautifully.
"Alright," Skeppy said, turning to Sapnap with a wide grin. "Bring out the actual one. Let’s lock this down."
The evening sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, golden streaks of light through the mansion's windows. Upstairs, the house was quiet except for the muffled sound of keyboard clicks and occasional low murmuring - both Bad and Skeppy were locked away in their respective offices, catching up on the work they'd neglected during the weekend's chaos.
Bad was right in the middle of replying to a business email when his office door suddenly swung open without a knock.
He looked up, expecting a question about dinner or editing, but Skeppy was standing in the doorway with a bright, mischievous grin plastered across his face. He wasn't in his formal suit anymore; he was back in a comfortable, oversized hoodie, but his eyes were alive with that familiar, spontaneous energy.
"Hey," Skeppy said, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Get off the computer. Let's go for a joyride in the yellow Lambo."
Bad’s eyes instantly lit up, the stress of the emails evaporating in a single second. "Oh, my goodness, really? Right now?" He pushed his chair back from the desk, a massive, excited smile breaking across his face. "Yes! Absolutely! Can I drive it this ti-"
Before the word time could even fully leave his mouth, Skeppy didn't even hesitate. He reached into his pocket, pulled out the sleek key fob, and tossed it through the air.
The keys cut a perfect arc across the room. Bad’s reflexes kicked in just in time, his hands flying up to catch them with a sharp clack.
"Beat you to the garage!" Skeppy yelled with a loud, chaotic laugh, immediately spinning on his heel and bolting down the hallway before Bad could even process that he actually had the keys in his hand.
Bad stood there for a split second, looking down at the heavy key fob in his palm, his heart doing a thrilled, happy flip. "Geppy! Wait for me! Don't you dare lock me out!" he laughed, throwing his office door wide open as he ran out after him, the sound of their shared laughter echoing through the halls of the house they were building together.
-
The roaring purr of the V8 engine rumbled right through the floorboards of the bright yellow Lamborghini, vibrating in their chests as Bad carefully guided the supercar out of the mansion’s driveway. The sleek, aggressive lines of the car caught the last rays of the golden hour sun, turning the vehicle into a streak of liquid gold against the asphalt.
Once they hit the main stretch of the open, winding road leading away from the neighborhood, Bad couldn't help the massive, almost childlike grin that took over his face. He gripped the steering wheel, shifting gears smoothly as the engine let out a powerful, throaty growl, accelerating down the empty pavement.
"Oh my goodness, Geppy! This is incredible!" Bad cheered over the glorious, mechanical hum of the V8.
Carve our names into the car seat leather
Skeppy was leaning back in the passenger seat, his phone out, recording a quick video of Bad’s hyper-focused, completely thrilled expression. "Look at him go!" Skeppy laughed loudly into the microphone, panning the camera from Bad to the blurring trees outside. "The absolute demon behind the wheel! Don't crash my car, Bad!"
"It's our car!" Bad corrected playfully, tapping the gas pedal just a fraction more to feel the instantaneous, breathtaking pull of the engine. The sheer horsepower pressed them back into the leather seats. "And I am an excellent driver, thank you very much!"
You plus me equals a heart forever
Skeppy tossed his phone onto the dashboard, letting out a bright, ecstatic shout as the wind rushed through the slightly cracked windows, messing up his already floppy black hair. He turned his head to look at Bad, his chest swelling with that familiar, overwhelming warmth. In the golden light of the sunset, with the engine roaring and the horizon stretched out before them, everything felt limitless.
A heart forever, oh
"Floor it, love!" Skeppy called out, a soft, incredibly fond smile breaking through his chaotic energy.
A heart forever
Bad glanced over at him, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated happiness. He didn't need to be told twice. He shifted gears, letting the V8 sing its powerful melody as they chased the setting sun down the coast, completely wrapped up in the thrill of the ride and the absolute certainty of each other.
The next morning, the high-octane thrill of the Lamborghini was traded for a much quieter, deeply significant mission: finding the bands they would wear for the rest of their lives.
The jewelry boutique was quiet, smelling of polished wood and expensive velvet. Bad sat on a high leather stool at the counter, his eyes wide as the jeweler laid out a black velvet tray glistening with a variety of classic and modern rings.
"I think something simple but elegant would be best," Bad murmured, carefully picking up a smooth platinum band and turning it over in his fingers. He looked over at Skeppy, who was leaning against the glass counter, ostensibly looking at watches but keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Bad. "What do you think, Zak? Do you like the platinum, or should we go with a classic gold?"
Skeppy walked over, sliding his arm around Bad's waist and leaning his chin right onto Bad's shoulder, staring at the tray. "Whatever you want, baby. But the platinum looks clean on you. Let's get that one."
So buy me silver jewelry
Bad’s cheeks warmed, a bright smile blooming on his face as he slipped the band onto his finger. It fit perfectly. Cool, heavy, and undeniably real. They finalized the sizes, took care of the details, and walked out into the crisp afternoon air hand-in-hand, the reality of the upcoming wedding settling deep into their bones.
On the drive back, Bad was completely lost in thought, staring out the window with a soft, content expression, already imagining the day they’d get to slide those rings onto each other's fingers permanently.
Skeppy pulled the car over near a local market square, claiming he just needed to run into a shop to grab a drink. Bad didn't think twice about it, humming happily to the radio until the passenger door clicked open again.
"Close your eyes," Skeppy commanded, a distinct, breathless excitement in his voice.
Bad blinked, turning around. "Zak, what-"
"Just close them! No peeking!"
Laughing, Bad covered his eyes with his hands. "Okay, okay! They're closed!"
He heard the rustle of heavy brown paper, and then a faint, earthy, sweet scent hit his nose.
"Okay, look."
Bad dropped his hands. Sitting in Skeppy’s lap was a massive, vibrant bouquet of bright yellow sunflowers, their thick green stems wrapped neatly in rustic twine. They were huge, glowing, and completely full of life - bursting with the exact same radiant energy as the Lamborghini from the night before, and the exact same warmth that Skeppy brought into his life every single day.
and all my favorite Cadbury
Bad’s breath hitched, his hands flying up to cover his mouth as his eyes instantly grew glassy. "Zak... oh my goodness."
"I saw them and they reminded me of you," Skeppy said softly, his usual bravado melting away into something completely tender. He pushed the heavy bouquet into Bad's arms. "Bright, and happy. Just like you make me feel."
Bad held the flowers close to his chest, burying his face into the petals for a second to hide the tears of pure happiness spilling over his lashes. He looked up at Skeppy, his heart so full it felt like it might burst right there in the front seat of the car.
"I love them," Bad whispered, leaning across the console to press a fierce, deeply loving kiss to Skeppy's lips. "And I love you. So much."
Skeppy smiled against the kiss, his hand coming up to gently brush a stray lock of black hair out of his own eyes before resting securely on the back of Bad's neck. "Love you more. Come on, let's go put these in water."
That night, the bright lights of the streaming room were dimmed to a soft, comfortable glow. Skeppy’s overlay was simple, the music playing in the background was a low-fi, relaxing beat, and his voice lacked its usual high-energy, chaotic volume. It was a rare, cozy chill stream, a quiet space for him to just play an open-world game and chat casually with his community.
Down the hall in his own office, Bad sat in his gaming chair, his own monitors dark except for the one displaying Skeppy's live broadcast. He had his chin resting in his hands, a soft, permanent smile on his face as he watched his fiancé interact with the chat.
A text-to-speech donation chime echoed softly through the speakers.
“Hey Skeppy, congrats on the engagement! What was your absolute first impression of Bad when you guys met all those years ago?”
Skeppy’s character stopped moving on screen. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his floppy, messy black hair, letting out a soft, thoughtful hum. The usual sarcastic deflection or joke didn't come. Instead, a remarkably gentle look crossed his face.
"My first impression of Bad?" Skeppy murmured, looking directly into the camera. The chat was moving a mile a minute, but his tone slowed down, dropping into that private, affectionate register. "Man... honestly? I thought he was the most annoying, loud, rule-following person I’d ever met in my life. He was constantly telling me to stop trolling, stop swearing..."
He laughed softly, a low, rumbling sound. "But beneath all of that... I don't know. Even back then, from the very first week we started talking, there was just this weird pull. Like, I couldn't get him out of my head. I’d finish a recording and immediately look forward to when we’d talk next. He had this absolute, unwavering kindness that just completely disarmed me."
And tell me yet again about when we met and what you thought of me
Skeppy rested his elbow on his desk, his eyes softening completely as he went off on a total tangent, completely forgetting about the game. "I think deep down, even when we were just friends screaming at each other over Minecraft blocks, I suspected it. I knew he was different. I suspected we’d end up together forever, because I literally couldn't imagine my life without him in it. He's the love of my life, guys. He really is. He tolerates all my chaos, he is planning this beautiful wedding for us... I'm just the luckiest guy in the world."
In the quiet of his own office, Bad felt a warm tear slip down his cheek, a breathless, overwhelmed laugh escaping his lips. His heart was pounding with a fierce, radiating adoration. Listening to Skeppy speak so openly, so vulnerably, to thousands of people about how much he loved him - it was everything.
Bad looked over at the massive bouquet of sunflowers sitting on his desk, glowing brightly under his desk lamp, and then back to the screen where the love of his life was smiling warmly at the camera.
The stream had long since ended, the monitors were dark, and the mansion was wrapped in the quiet sanctuary of the midnight hours.
They were in their own bed again, the room cool but the space beneath the heavy duvet completely warm. Bad was resting his head on Skeppy’s chest, listening to the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, while Skeppy’s fingers lazily traced circles against Bad's shoulder.
Skeppy stared up at the ceiling for a moment before a sudden, familiar spark of mischief returned to his voice. "Hey, Bad?"
"Hmm?" Bad murmured, shifting slightly to look up at him.
"What if we just elope?" Skeppy asked, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Like, tomorrow. We jump back in the Lambo, drive out to a little chapel, and just do it. No seating charts, no spreadsheets, no George and Dream arguing over menu options."
Sometimes, I get overwhelmed and way too far ahead of myself
Bad let out a bright, breathless laugh, shaking his head as he playfully swatted Skeppy’s chest. "Oh, goodness, Geppy! You are so silly. We are absolutely not eloping after Sami spent all that time building a master binder, and after we just picked out the rings today! You're just trying to escape the planning."
Skeppy burst into a low, rumbling laugh, admitting defeat without a fight. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against the sharp line of Bad's jaw, his breath warm against his skin. "Alright, fine, you caught me. But man, I'm just so excited for our big wedding. It just feels so far away, and you know I have zero patience when it comes to things I want."
I often get the feeling that I'll never want somebody else and
Bad’s expression softened completely. He reached up, his fingers gently threading through Skeppy's floppy black hair, smoothing it back from his forehead. "I know, love. I want it to be here too. But think about it... we’re so incredibly lucky. In this modern day age, where love can be so fragile and there's so much loss, we actually found our forever."
They say modern love's a cruel endeavor
Skeppy stilled, his dark eyes locking onto Bad's with an intensity that made Bad's breath hitch. The playful impatience vanished, replaced by an absolute, profound certainty.
"That's because we're soulmates, baby," Skeppy murmured softly, his hand coming up to cup Bad's face, his thumb tracing the curve of his cheek. "It didn't matter what day or age it was. We were always meant to find each other. There was never any other version of this."
And to that I say, "Fuck it, whatever"
Bad’s heart swelled to the point of aching, the absolute truth of Skeppy's words washing over him. He closed the small distance between them, pressing his lips to Skeppy's in a deep, slow, and fiercely loving kiss - a quiet promise that the wait would be entirely worth it, because their forever had already begun.
The morning sun broke beautifully over the wedding venue, casting a crisp, golden light across the manicured gardens and the elegant glass-pinnacle pavilion. The months of spreadsheets, catering adjustments, and impatient waiting had finally dissolved into this exact day.
Down in the east wing of the venue, the atmosphere was a mix of high-stakes fashion and typical chaotic energy.
Skeppy stood in front of a floor-length mirror, staring at his reflection. He was wearing the final, top-secret suit he’d kept hidden from Bad for months - a stunning, perfectly tailored deep midnight-black tuxedo with satin lapels that made him look breathtakingly sharp. His floppy black hair was actually styled for once, pushed back just enough to keep it out of his eyes while still maintaining its natural, casual charm.
Sapnap sat on the arm of a nearby velvet sofa, already dressed in his matching best-man suit, holding a silk bowtie in his hands like it was a live explosive.
"Dude, if you don't stop pacing, you're gonna wear a hole in the rug," Sapnap laughed, tossing a stray cufflink at him. "You look good, alright? Relax. Bad is probably freaking out way more than you are."
Skeppy caught the cufflink, fixing it into his sleeve with slightly trembling fingers. He let out a breathless, nervous laugh. "I'm not worried about how I look, Sap. I just... I want to see him. It feels like we've been waiting a century for today."
Meanwhile, in the west wing suite, the vibe was entirely different. Classic orchestral music played softly from a speaker, and the room smelled faintly of cologne and fresh flowers.
Bad stood perfectly still as Dream carefully adjusted the boutonnière - a single, vibrant miniature sunflower paired with white baby's breath - and pinned it to the lapel of Bad's suit. Bad had chosen a breathtaking, sophisticated ivory tuxedo jacket that contrasted beautifully against dark trousers, making him look absolutely elegant.
"Stop breathing so hard, you're making it crooked," Dream teased gently, stepping back to admire his work. His expression softened, a rare, proud smile breaking across his face as he looked at his best friend. "You look amazing, Bad. Truly. Skeppy is going to lose his mind."
Bad looked at himself in the glass, his hands smoothing down the fabric. His heart was hammering against his ribs, not out of fear, but from a sheer, overwhelming abundance of love. "I just can't believe it's finally here, Dream. Everything we went through... it all led to this morning."
"You guys earned this," Dream said sincerely, patting his shoulder. "Now let's get you out there."
Out in the main pavilion, the final touches were coming together in a flurry of organized coordination.
Samira was in her absolute element, a headset resting over her hair as she directed the caterers and checked off the final items on her master spreadsheet. George walked right alongside her, carrying a massive crate of remaining floral arrangements. He carefully placed a stunning cluster of sunflowers and eucalyptus at the entrance of the aisle, stepping back to ensure it was perfectly symmetrical.
"Seating charts are locked, the musician is tuned, and the flowers look perfect," Sami said, looking around the venue with a brilliant, accomplished smile. She turned to George, her eyes shining. "We actually pulled it off."
George smiled, adjusting his own lapel as he looked down the aisle toward the altar where the two grooms would soon stand. "Yeah. They're finally getting their forever."
-
The nervous energy in the east wing suite shifted instantly. One moment Skeppy was pacing, and the next, his breath caught sharply in his throat. A sudden, suffocating weight pressed down on his chest, making the room feel entirely too small and the air too thin to breathe.
He stumbled slightly, gripping the edge of the vanity table. His heart was hammering a frantic, terrifying rhythm against his ribs, and his vision blurred around the edges.
"Hey, Zak?" Sapnap’s voice sounded distant, muffled as if underwater. He stood up from the sofa, his eyes widening in alarm as he saw Skeppy’s chest heaving, his face turning pale. "Dude, what's going on? Are you okay?"
Skeppy couldn't answer. He slumped into the chair, his hands trembling violently as he tried to loosen the collar of his shirt, gasping for air. The reality of the day - the hundreds of people sitting out there, the absolute gravity of the vows, the flashing cameras - it all crashed down on him at once. He was terrified of tripping, of stuttering, of messing up the most important day of Bad's life in front of everyone they knew.
"Zak! Oh my god, okay, don't pass out," Sapnap panicked, completely out of his depth. He started pacing himself, running his hands through his hair. "Uh... breathe? Hold on, let me get- no, I don't know what to do."
Fumbling in his pockets, Sapnap pulled out his phone with shaky fingers and immediately dialed the one person who always knew how to fix everything.
Over in the west wing, Bad’s phone buzzed in his hand. Dream answered it for him instantly and put it on speaker phone. "Sapnap? Is everything okay? We're about to-"
"Bad, you need to help me, Skeppy is having a full-on panic attack and he can't breathe," Sapnap blurted out, his voice cracking with anxiety.
Bad’s heart dropped. Every ounce of pre-wedding jitters vanished, replaced by pure, fiercely protective instinct. "What?! I'm coming over right now-"
"No! Wait!" Skeppy’s rough, breathless voice cut through the background of the call. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head frantically at Sapnap. "No... don't let him come in here."
Sapnap pressed the phone closer to his ear. "Bad, he says no. He doesn't want you to see him."
Bad took the phone from Dream’s startled hands, holding it tightly to his ear, his voice dropping into an incredibly soft, calm, and steady register. "Zak? Zak, love, talk to me. I'm right here. Why don't you want me to come over?"
Sapnap held the phone on speaker between them. Skeppy swallowed hard, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Because... because you look perfect, and if you come in here, it ruins the reveal," he choked out, his breath still ragged. "I want to see you for the first time on the aisle. I want that moment. Please... just stay on the line."
Bad felt a profound ache in his chest, his eyes burning with tears, but he forced his voice to remain an anchor of absolute stability. "Okay. Okay, baby. I will stay right here on the phone. I'm not going anywhere. Can you do something for me? Can you find five things in the room you can see?"
"The... the mirror," Skeppy whispered, his shoulders shaking as he tried to focus on Bad's voice. "Sapnap's stupid bowtie... the... the velvet couch..."
"Good, that's so good, Zak. Keep breathing with me. In for four seconds... out for four seconds," Bad guided him gently, his own breath steady and rhythmic over the speaker. "What's making you feel like this, love? Tell me."
"There's just... so many people out there," Skeppy admitted, a tear escaping his closed eyes. "It's so serious, Bad. What if I trip? What if I mess up my vows? What if I ruin the whole wedding for you? You worked so hard on this..."
A soft, incredibly tender laugh came through the phone, melting the icy grip of panic around Skeppy's heart.
"Zak, look at me- well, listen to me," Bad corrected gently. "You couldn't ruin this day if you tried. Even if you trip, even if you forget every single word of your vows, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters today is that at the end of that aisle, I get to take your hand and marry you. The people out there don't matter. It's just you and me. That's the whole equation, remember?"
Skeppy let out a long, shaky exhale, the heavy pressure on his chest finally beginning to lift. Bad’s voice was a physical lifeline, pulling him back to reality. He opened his eyes, the room coming back into focus. "Yeah. You and me."
'Cause I got a feeling wounds are healing, talking on the phone
"Exactly," Bad whispered. "Take a deep breath for me."
Skeppy inhaled deeply, the air finally reaching his lungs fully. He wiped his face, looking up at Sapnap, who let out a massive, audible sigh of relief and patted his shoulder.
"You doing better?" Bad asked softly.
"Yeah," Skeppy murmured, a small, genuine smile finally returning to his face. "Yeah, I'm okay now. Thank you, baby."
"Anytime, love. Now, fix your hair, get Sapnap to help you with that bowtie, and get ready. Because I am waiting to see my handsome fiancé."
"See you at the altar," Skeppy smiled, locking his phone as the call ended. He stood up, squaring his shoulders, the anxiety entirely replaced by a profound, eager readiness. He was ready for his forever.
-
The massive glass-pinnacle pavilion was bathed in the warm, ambient glow of the afternoon sun. The rows of seats were completely filled with their immediate families and the close-knit circle of friends who had shared their journey over the years. Up near the front, George and Samira sat together, exchanging a relieved, happy look as the soft orchestral prelude music began to fade.
The large double doors at the back of the pavilion opened, and a quiet hush fell over the room.
Sapnap stepped out first, taking his place as the best man on the right side of the altar. A moment later, Skeppy walked out behind him. He looked incredibly sharp in his midnight-black tuxedo, his styled hair catching the light. His heart gave a nervous flutter, but as he turned to face the aisle, his hands were steady. He was entirely focused.
Then, the music shifted. The beautiful, sweeping chords of the processional began to echo through the high glass ceilings.
Dream stepped out from the left wing, taking his place as Bad's best man.
And then, Bad appeared at the entrance of the aisle.
Skeppy’s breath caught completely in his throat. Bad looked absolutely breathtaking in his sophisticated ivory tuxedo jacket, the single vibrant sunflower pinned to his lapel glowing against the fabric. As Bad stepped forward, holding a small arrangement that matched his boutonnière, his eyes immediately locked onto Skeppy's.
Every single bit of the world outside that room disappeared. The guests, the cameras, the months of stressful planning - it all dissolved into nothing.
Bad walked down the aisle with an elegant, steady grace, a soft, radiant smile playing on his lips. He could see the absolute adoration written all over Skeppy's face, and it gave him all the certainty in the world.
When Bad finally reached the altar, Dream gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before stepping back. Skeppy stepped forward, his hands reaching out automatically. Bad slid his hands into Skeppy's, their fingers intertwining perfectly - just like they always did, warm and secure.
Skeppy leaned in just a fraction, his voice a low, awestruck whisper. "You look beautiful, baby."
Bad’s eyes shined with happy tears. "You look pretty handsome yourself, love."
I know everybody changes, but I hope that we don't
The marriage officiant stepped forward, smiling warmly at the two of them. "Family, friends, and loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate a love that was written in the stars long before today, built on years of friendship, laughter, and an unbreakable bond."
As the ceremony commenced, Skeppy squeezed Bad’s hands gently, rubbing his thumb over the back of Bad's knuckles. Standing there together, surrounded by the people who loved them most, the final lines of their long journey were being beautifully written. They were finally here.
The marriage officiant smiled warmly at the two of them, the ambient light of the glass pavilion catching the soft, expectant hush of the crowd. "A marriage is not just a joining of two people, but a promise to keep choosing each other, day after day, through every storm and every triumph. Darryl, if you are ready, you may share your vows first."
Bad took a slow, deep breath, his chest rising as he looked directly into Skeppy’s dark eyes. His hands trembled slightly in Skeppy's grasp, not from anxiety, but from the sheer magnitude of the love overflowing in his chest. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping into a soft, beautifully steady register that resonated through the quiet pavilion.
"Zak," Bad began, a tender, radiant smile breaking across his face. "If you had told me years ago, when we were just screaming at each other over Minecraft blocks and trying to ruin each other's recording sessions, that I would be standing here today looking at my future husband... I probably would have told you that you were being completely ridiculous."
A soft wave of laughter rippled through the guest rows, and Skeppy chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners with absolute fondness.
"But the truth is," Bad continued, his voice softening further, his eyes growing slightly glassy with happy tears, "from the moment you walked into my life, you changed its entire trajectory. You brought a light, a chaos, and a joy into my world that I didn't even know I was missing. For a long time, I thought my purpose was just to take care of everyone else. But you looked at me, and you decided to take care of me. You gave me a safe place to just be myself, completely loved, faults and all."
Bad squeezed Skeppy's hands tighter, stepping just a fraction closer. "In a world that can be so loud, so fragile, and so full of uncertainty, you are my absolute certainty. I promise to love you unconditionally. I promise to stand by you through every crazy idea, to laugh with you through every bit of chaos, and to remind you every single day how deeply you are wanted. I found my forever in you, Zak. You are my soulmate, and you are the only one who makes sense."
Skeppy’s breath hitched, a single tear escaping his lashes as he stared at Bad, completely captivated.
Bad smiled through his own tears, his voice dropping to a fierce, loving whisper that was meant only for the two of them. "You and me. Forever.”
The officiant smiled, wiping a small tear from their own eye before looking at the other groom. "And now, Zak, your vows."
Skeppy let out a shaky, emotional laugh, quickly wiping the tear from his cheek with the back of his hand before gripping Bad’s hands tightly again. He looked down at their joined fingers for a split second to steady himself, taking a deep breath of the crisp, flower-scented air, before looking back up into Bad’s eyes with absolute devotion.
"Man, following that is not fair," Skeppy began, his voice a little rougher and lower than usual, sending a soft, affectionate chuckle through the rows of guests.
He took another breath, his thumb rubbing comforting circles over Bad's knuckles, his gaze locking onto his husband's with complete seriousness. "Darryl... you know better than anyone that I'm not always great with the serious stuff. I’m the guy who trolls, I’m the guy who makes jokes, and like Sapnap said, I usually have the attention span of a goldfish. But standing here right now, looking at you... I have never been more focused on anything in my entire life."
Skeppy’s expression softened completely, the familiar, boyish mischief melting away into pure, unadulterated vulnerability.
"When we first met, I thought you were the most stubborn, rule-following person on the planet. I made it my personal mission to push your buttons every single day. But somewhere along the line, without me even realizing it, your kindness completely rewrote who I was. You showed me what unconditional love actually looks like. You became the center of my world, the person I wanted to tell everything to, and the only person who could ever ground me."
He stepped closer, closing the small distance between them until their polished shoes were almost touching at the altar.
"Earlier today, I had a moment where I got completely overwhelmed. I was so terrified of messing this up, of messing up the perfect day you worked so hard to build. But you stayed on the phone with me, and you reminded me that none of the noise matters. And you were right. It’s just you and me. It’s always been you and me, Honeybee."
Skeppy’s eyes shined, a fiercely loving smile breaking across his face. "So, I promise to protect that. I promise to keep making you laugh every single day, even if it’s by driving you a little bit crazy. I promise to stand by you through every single chapter of our lives, through the quiet evenings on the couch and the wildest rides we take. I didn't just find a partner in you, Bad - I found my soulmate. I knew it years ago, and I know it even more today. I am entirely yours, forever."
Bad’s breath hitched, the tears finally spilling over his lashes as he beamed up at him.
The officiant smiled warmly, looking at the two of them. "By the power of your promises to one another, it is time to exchange the rings."
-
The applause from the ceremony had barely faded before the reception hall filled with the warm clinking of glasses and the low, happy chatter of family and friends. The tables were beautifully decorated with Samira and George’s floral arrangements, the bright yellow sunflowers standing out under the soft fairy lights.
At the head table, Bad and Skeppy sat close together, their hands still tightly intertwined under the white tablecloth, the new platinum bands catching the light on their ring fingers.
Samira took the microphone first, welcoming everyone and officially kicking off the reception, before smiling warmly over at the left side of the room. "And now, to start our toasts, I’d like to hand it over to Bad’s best man. Dream, the floor is yours."
The room erupted into cheers and clapping as Dream stood up, adjusting the lapels of his suit jacket. He walked over to the center stage, a slight, uncharacteristic nervousness in his smile as he took the microphone, but his gaze was entirely fixed on Bad.
Dream cleared his throat, the room falling into an attentive, quiet respect.
"Hey, everyone," Dream began, his voice echoing warmly through the speakers. "For those who don't know me, I'm Dream, and I have had the absolute privilege of being Bad's best friend and now his best man."
He looked over at Bad, whose eyes were already softening with emotion.
"When I first met Bad years ago," Dream said, a wry chuckle escaping his lips, "I quickly realized he was unlike anyone else I had ever encountered. He is a person of absolute, unwavering principle. He's the guy who will stop an entire recording session to tell you not to swear, the guy who genuinely cares about every single person he meets, and the guy who puts everyone else’s happiness completely above his own."
Nods of agreement went around the room, especially from the Minecraft friends sitting at the tables nearby.
"But for a long time, as his best friend, I watched Bad give so much of his heart away to the world without ever really asking for anything back," Dream continued, his tone shifting into something deeply sincere and vulnerable. "And then... Zak came into the picture."
Dream looked directly at Skeppy now, a profound look of gratitude in his eyes.
"When Skeppy entered Bad's life, everything changed. I mean, sure, at first it was just pure chaos," Dream laughed, sparking an immediate round of giggles from the guests. "They were screaming at each other over server plugins, trolling each other constantly, and causing endless headaches for the rest of us. But underneath all that noise, I watched something incredible happen. I watched Skeppy bring a spark out of Bad that no one else ever could. I watched him make Bad laugh in a way that completely fills a room."
Dream took a slow breath, stepping a little closer to the head table.
"Bad, you have spent your whole life being an anchor for other people. But with Zak, I finally saw you find your own safe harbor. Zak, you looked at this incredibly kind, beautiful soul and you decided to protect his happiness with everything you have. You gave him a space where he could just be completely loved, flaws and all."
Dream raised his glass, his voice thick with genuine emotion.
"So, I want to propose a toast. To Bad: the best man I know, a brother to me, and someone who deserves every ounce of joy in the universe. And to Zak: the only person crazy enough and loving enough to be his perfect match. I love you both so much. To the grooms!"
The entire room stood up, raising their glasses high in a chorus of "To the grooms!" as the applause thundered through the pavilion. Bad wiped away a stray tear from his cheek, completely overwhelmed, before leaning over to squeeze Dream’s hand as he walked back to his seat.
As the applause for Dream’s speech tapered off, a lively cheer rippled through the right side of the room. Sapnap stood up, tapping the side of his glass with a spoon before walking up to take the microphone from Dream. He gave Dream a quick high-five on the handoff, then turned to face the room, a massive, mischievous grin on his face.
He leaned into the microphone, instantly radiating his signature energy.
"Alright, alright, settle down," Sapnap joked, prompting a wave of laughter. He looked down at the head table, locking eyes with Skeppy. "For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Sapnap - Nick, Skeppy’s best man. And honestly, standing up here right now is a miracle, because up until about two hours ago, I wasn't sure if Zak was even going to make it out of his dressing room without passing out."
Skeppy burst into a loud, sheepish laugh, hiding his face in his hands while Bad lovingly rubbed his back, smiling brightly.
"But seriously," Sapnap continued, his grin softening into something warmer. "I’ve known Zak for a really, really long time. We’ve shared late nights, stupid arguments, endless gaming sessions, and a lot of massive milestones. And if you know Skeppy, you know he is a whirlwind. He’s impulsive, he’s loud, he trolls everyone, and he has the attention span of a literal fruit fly."
"Hey!" Skeppy called out playfully, though he was grinning from ear to ear.
"It’s true, man, Sami has the spreadsheets to prove it!" Sapnap shot back, pointing at Samira, who nodded in absolute agreement. "But seriously, beneath all the trolling and the chaos, Zak has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I’ve ever met. When he cares about someone, he cares about them with everything he has. He’s fiercely loyal, and he will go to the ends of the earth to make the people he loves laugh."
Sapnap shifted his gaze over to Bad, his expression turning deeply sincere.
"And that’s why, when Bad came into the picture, I knew it was game over for Zak. I remember the early days. Zak would finish a stream, and instead of going to sleep, he’d stay up for hours just talking to Bad. He’d come into Discord completely energized, telling me about some stupid joke Bad made or how he managed to get Bad to gasp on camera. I watched this hyperactive, chaotic guy completely ground himself whenever Bad was around."
Sapnap took a slow breath, looking between the two of them.
"Bad, you brought out a side of Zak that a lot of people don't get to see. You brought out his gentleness. You gave him a place where he didn't have to be 'Skeppy' the entertainer - he could just be Zak, completely safe, completely understood, and completely loved. And Zak, seeing the way he took care of you today, and the way you look at him every single day... man, you really found your match."
Sapnap raised his glass high, the ambient fairy lights catching the liquid inside.
"Zak, you're a brother to me, and I couldn't be prouder of the man you’ve become, especially standing next to Bad today. So, everyone, please raise your glasses. To Zak, my best friend, and to Darryl, the guy who officially has to deal with him for the rest of his life. We love you guys. To the grooms!"
The room erupted once more, the sound of clinking glasses and booming cheers filling the pavilion. Sapnap walked back to the table, giving Skeppy a tight, fierce hug before pulling Bad into one too.
Skeppy looked over at Bad, his hand automatically finding Bad's under the table, their new platinum rings clicking together softly. The final pieces of their journey had fallen perfectly into place.
-
The neon clock on the Lamborghini’s dashboard read just past 2:00 AM as the roaring V8 engine purred down the quiet, empty highway leading back to the mansion.
The high-octane after-party was finally over, but the residual energy of the night was still electric inside the car. Slanted across the sleek, rear bumper of the bright yellow supercar was a slightly crooked, white vinyl sticker that read JUST MARRIED - a last-minute addition courtesy of Sapnap and Dream, which had already survived a high-speed exit from the venue.
Carve our names into the car seat leather
Bad was leaning his head back against the leather headrest, his ivory tuxedo jacket unbuttoned and his bowtie loosened around his neck. In his lap, he held the single, vibrant sunflower boutonnière he’d carefully unpinned before leaving. He was completely exhausted, but his face carried a massive, radiant smile.
"Oh my goodness, Zak," Bad laughed, his voice soft and slightly raspy from hours of talking and singing. "I still can't believe George accidentally knocked over that entire eucalyptus arrangement right during the main course."
Skeppy chuckled loudly, his hands guiding the steering wheel smoothly as the yellow Lambo cruised down the dark road. He looked completely effortless, the sleeves of his midnight-black tuxedo rolled up to his forearms, the platinum band on his left hand catching the ambient glow of the dashboard lights.
"Dude, Dream's face when it happened was the best part," Skeppy said, flashing a bright grin over at Bad. "He looked like he was about to tackle George to protect the cake. But honestly? Everything was perfect. The food, the music... your sister absolutely crushed it with the scheduling."
"Sami really did," Bad agreed softly, a wave of profound gratitude washing over him. He turned his body slightly in the passenger seat, staring at Skeppy’s profile in the dim light. "Everyone was just so happy for us. Did you hear Sapnap’s speech? I was trying so hard not to cry again, but he completely caught me off guard."
"Yeah, he got sentimental on us. I'll never let him live it down," Skeppy teased, though his voice dropped into that incredibly tender, private register they only used for each other. He slowed the car down as they turned into the familiar, tree-lined entrance of their neighborhood. "But he was right, you know. About all of it."
Skeppy pulled the Lamborghini up the driveway of the dark, quiet mansion, letting the powerful engine idle for a moment before switching off the ignition. The sudden silence of the night settled over them, cozy and deeply intimate.
Skeppy unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted closer, reaching across the center console to gently take Bad’s hand. He pressed his thumb against the new platinum ring on Bad's finger, his dark eyes locking onto his husband's with absolute, unwavering devotion.
"We did it, baby," Skeppy murmured, a soft smile breaking through the quiet darkness. "We're officially married."
You plus me equals a heart forever
Bad’s eyes shined, a breathless, incredibly happy laugh escaping his lips as he leaned across the console, letting Skeppy wrap an arm around his waist to pull him into a deep, slow, and perfectly content kiss.
"We did it," Bad whispered against his lips, resting his forehead against Skeppy's.
-
The heavy front doors of the mansion clicked shut, sealing them inside a world that belonged entirely to them. The quiet of the dark foyer lasted for only a heartbeat before the unspoken tension that had been simmering between them all day completely boiled over.
Skeppy didn't wait. He stepped into Bad’s space, crowding him back until Bad’s shoulders met the smooth wood of the wall beside the door with a soft, solid thud. Skeppy’s hands came up, framing Bad’s face, his fingers sliding into the hair at the back of Bad’s neck as he tilted his head and pulled him into a deep, bruisingly passionate kiss.
Bad let out a soft gasp against Skeppy’s mouth, his hands instantly gripping the lapels of Skeppy’s midnight-black tuxedo jacket. The heat between them was instantaneous, a sudden, heavy rush that turned their breathing shallow and ragged. The slow, sweet intimacy of the wedding ceremony dissolved into a fierce, breathless urgency.
Bad’s tongue slid against Skeppy’s, deepening the kiss with an uncharacteristic eagerness that made Skeppy groan low in his throat. Skeppy pressed closer, his body flattening against Bad's, letting Bad feel the solid weight of him, the hard line of his chest, and the frantic, echoing beat of his heart.
"Love," Bad breathed out, the name breaking on his lips when Skeppy tore his mouth away to trail hot, biting kisses down the sensitive column of his throat. Bad’s head fell back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut as a delicious shiver raced straight down his spine. His hands scrambled to get rid of the fabric separating them. "The jacket... get it off."
And ever and ever and ever, oh
Skeppy let out a rough, impatient chuckle against Bad's skin. Shrugging out of a perfectly tailored, structured tuxedo while pinned against your new husband wasn't elegant, but neither of them cared about elegance anymore. Skeppy gripped the lapels of Bad’s sophisticated ivory jacket, shoving it down his shoulders. The fabric caught tightly on Bad’s arms for a frustrating second, making Bad pull his arms back with an eager tug until the jacket finally slipped free, tumbling unceremoniously to the hardwood floor.
Without missing a beat, Bad’s trembling fingers found the buttons of Skeppy’s vest, undoing them with an unpracticed, frantic speed. He reached the buttons of the black tuxedo jacket, shoving the heavy material off Skeppy’s shoulders. Skeppy assisted, throwing the expensive coat blindly into the darkness of the hallway, followed immediately by the bowtie, which Bad unclipped and tossed aside.
Skeppy’s hands immediately returned to Bad, sliding beneath the hem of his crisp white dress shirt. His palms were warm, slightly rough, and grounding against the bare skin of Bad's waist. Bad gasped at the sensation, his stomach muscles rippling under the touch as Skeppy’s thumbs traced the curve of his hips, pulling him flush against his hips.
"You have no idea," Skeppy murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against the skin of Bad's neck, his breath searingly hot. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this today. Seeing you in that suit... you looked so beautiful it was driving me crazy."
Bad’s hands gripped Skeppy’s shoulders, his nails digging slightly through the fabric of his shirt as Skeppy bit gently at the sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder. "Then don't make me wait," Bad pleaded softly, his voice thick with desire, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded when Skeppy looked up to meet his gaze.
Skeppy’s gaze darkened, a possessive, fiercely loving spark igniting in his eyes. He caught Bad’s lips again, the kiss becoming slower, deeper, and completely intoxicating, filled with the intoxicating realization that they had the rest of their lives for nights exactly like this.
Slowly, without breaking the kiss, Skeppy’s hands guided Bad away from the wall, his arms wrapping securely around his waist as they began to navigate the dark hallway toward their bedroom - their movements heavy, breathless, and completely consumed by each other.
Forever and ever and ever, oh