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New years eve, Skeppy was at a festival in New Orleans, Bad was back home… kissing no one for new years. Skeppy owes him for that.
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Valentines rolled around, and Skeppy worked tirelessly to make up for lost time. Time he'd lost over new years. Bad had told him not to worry, but Skeppy was so worrying .
Alas, Skeppy was booked that day, and had to cancel. Bad told him it had been fine, only showing little bits of hurt. Skeppy assumed Bad had cried that night, because when he came back, Bad wasn't really in the mood to talk, and his eyes were all red and puffy. Skeppy felt terrible. He'd owe Bad for at least trying to spare his feelings.
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Skeppy was trying to be happy, and make Bad happy too. He hopes Bad is happy. It would crush Skeppy otherwise.
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"Plan on this, you're no longer gonna be the plan I miss." Skeppy promised that night, whispering in Bad's ear reassuringly one night after Bad had convinced himself that Skeppy no longer loved him.
"I won't ever let you down, but just in case, can we do Christmas in June?" Bad had laughed at Skeppy's statement, but Skeppy was completely serious. Bad didn't take it to heart though, so Skeppy let it slide.
"Oh my god, how lucky am I to have two things I love? Makes it that much easier to fuck it up." Skeppy told Bad gesturing to the things around them, ignoring the small, shaky 'language' that slipped from Bad.
"But in case I miss it, can we do Christmas in June?"
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Skeppy had skipped prom, this was something he hadn't told Bad about. He had done a livestream that night, hoping to gain some subs, and maybe some traction with it. When Skeppy did tell Bad, he had laughed. But when Skeppy did eventually tell Bad about how much Skeppy had been overworking, sometimes, to the point of burnout, Bad would not be laughing.
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One day, Skeppy'll be as big a Dream. He wouldn't have to overwork himself to success, and could spend so much more time with Bad. He longed for the day.
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What if he had a con on a day that… was his and Bad's? A con to gain more traction, to make more money, more fans, to please even more people, and make them smile and laugh, so eventually , after so much time , so much effort , all his time could be spent with Bad .
How could he choose?
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He's trying so hard to be happy, to make Bad happy too. Was Bad happy? Was Bad happy with him ?
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"Plan on this, you're no longer gonna be the plan I miss, I won't ever let you down, but just in case, and we do Christmas in June?" Skeppy looked up at Bad, sniffing with tears in his eyes. Oh how the turn tables, huh?
"Oh my gosh, how lucky I am to have two things I love," Bad paused for a second.
"Makes it that much easier to fuck it up " Skeppy finished for him, and Bad gave a sheepish look.
"I hate to do this, can we do Christmas in June?" Bad finished Skeppy's words from last time. Sushing Skeppy to sleep, Bad repeated the words softly, stumbling over to censor Skeppy's former curses sleepily.
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Bad waited by the door for Skeppy.
"Hold on, love. Just a little longer till' this editing's done, and maybe I'll get to go to vidcon." Skeppy smiled, he looked so tired .
"Wouldn't that be fun?" Bad stepped into the room slowly, letting go of the doorframe.
"But that's one less month with you." Skeppy frowned, and Bad rested his hands on Skeppy's shoulders. Skeppy shook slightly. What else am I going to miss like this?
"Holy shit, now I'm thinking about what else I'll miss-" Skeppy choked on a sob, burying his face in his hands, not finishing his last thought.
"You've been overworking yourself lately." Bad stated. His voice wasn't accusing like Skeppy thought it would be. It was soft, gentle, a warm honey, or a soft, freshly washed blanket laying over his skin.
"It doesn't matter-"
"Skeppy, can you just- talk to me? I'm sure I could counter the reasons you've been doing this to yourself." Bad smiles softly, taking Skeppy's hands in his, bushing the other against his cheek, slowly leading him away from his desk, to a place where Skeppy could talk, to be free.
And it was the most Skeppy could ever ask for.