#I suggested Ender

[maybehesitate]

thinking about how MCYT lowkey changed my life.

(cutting off here cuz it’s long hahaha)

had I never started watching a silly little Minecraft hamilton roleplay I would have never started watching Ranboo, if I had never started watching ranboo I would have never gotten into Dialtown. If I had never gotten into Dialtown I would have never met my first ever boyfriend, had I never met my first ever boyfriend I would never have signed up for discord, had I never signed up for discord, I would have never left friend group where I felt like a nuisance, and I would never had found myself among people that made me feel like I belonged, and I would never have met my current partner, and all her amazing quirks and wonderful traits <3

had I never discovered Dialtown through ranboo I would have never learned about Direct Dogman and I would never have logged onto tumblr just to ask him questions about his little silly phone people. (Legit the only reason I made a tumblr account)

had I never found Dialtown through ranboo I would have never started streaming my own content, I would have never met the person who single handedly got me into adventure time and helped me figure out I might not be cis.

I would have never chosen my current name (Marshal) if it weren’t for my love for Ranboo, then Dialtown, then Him and then his hyperfixations.

if it weren’t for MCYT I would have never started watching Wilbur soot, and I would have never decided to perm my hair to try and look like him. And I never would have found my favorite band of all time (Lovejoy!)

if it weren’t for MCYT and Dialtown I would have never started writing fanfiction and discovered a love for writing (even if it takes a while to write my ideas down) and I would have never had the chance to meet any of my beloved mutuals on any of my platforms. if it weren’t for Ranboo I would have never started watching Heartstopper, a series I binged until 3 am and was able to start and finish within 2 days (and now currently own 2 books)

if it weren’t for MCYT I would have never convinced my friends to start building factions in our own Minecraft server, creating Foxten as our current longest running inside joke that even now, nearly 3 years later, is still brought up almost every day and we still create content and build new factions under the name of Foxten.

if it weren’t for MCYT, the thing that started this domino effect of coincidences, of right place right time, and a love for one masked creator and strange phone men, I wouldn’t be nearly the same person I am today.

Everything I love today can be traced back to mcyt in some way. From my current group of friends, go my biggest special intrests and favorite games to even the way I found out I’m not a girl.

and I think that’s pretty cool for a Minecraft hamilton roleplay server.

[theintelligentfool]

hey! i'm still thinking a lot about the minecraft movie and how much potential there is to take the plot in just about any direction - i understand why it would be impractical at best to try and make a film adaptation of the fallen kingdom saga, but that would probably be my favorite...

all this to say: i would love to see other people's takes on potential plots! i think it's actually kind of a lovely way to capture different people's relationships to the game - so reblog this and add (on the post or in the tags) any ideas you feel strongly about? :0

[ender-does-art]

toy chica!! and golf!! i love golf pizza tower!!!

[archived-diegesis]

Don't mind Ruby,

"Liking what you're seeing, Lil' Fly?"

" Ruby please do not, if you start i feel like several other people will come to try an get me to blush"

Darn it, why did she leave her suit in the other room. Where is the quick escape when you need it -

[carcarrot]

daley @bawnjourno tagged me to make my ultimate 20-song sparks setlist and here it is!!! also tagging @ron-do-i-get-to-sing-my-way @whompthatsucker1981 @dinkydiamond @kitclock @nocribdoll @eddie-rifff and anyone else who wants to do it!!

[incendiorum]

when she's slammed against the brick wall her breath is stolen by the impact. she gasps, eyes wild and panic coursing through her veins. she wonders if someone had been about to attack them, but then she feels their body, their heat, press into her rooting her to the spot.

"vito what-" she barely gets out before their fingers snake around her throat. it's not anywhere enough pressure to even cut her air off a little bit, but rather something dominant that demands her absolute obedience. obviously that speaks to her submissive nature, yet that wars with the part of her that wants to fight back; to be a brat and deny them what they wanted if for no other reason than to have them push her around more and more.

the dragon steals her lips, softly at first in a way that didn't fit the circumstances. almost apologetic she felt like they were trying to show her that they cared for her. though as fast as the thought hit her it faded when their tongue invaded her mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from her. grasping for their broad shoulders she rights herself as best as she could, holding on for dear life as they plundered her mouth. what had gotten into them was besides her, but she wasn't exactly upset over it. call her insane, but this sort of possessiveness went right to her core.

"v-vito... not here... someone might see-"

  IT TAKES ONLY A STRIDE for the dragon to go from trailing just behind her to standing in front of her, every part of them projecting stop like a shout. their hand finds her hip, their other her shoulder, and they walk her backwards until there’s a wall at her back. they say nothing when they slide their hand up the curve of her shoulder and settle it around her neck, but there’s a flare of utter satisfaction in their eyes when she doesn’t push back. leaning just a little closer, they study her face before closing the distance to brush their lips along hers. soft, curious – a reminder that they’re not all hard lines and sharp angles and demands that can’t be negotiated.

  her lips are warm and plush and for a moment they consider the idea of slow and sweet. the luxurious build up to something heavier.

  if there wasn’t something hot and desperate burning down the length of their spine. they’re not even sure what triggered it, this time. a smell, a look, something – and then she, this, was all they could think about. before, they might have simply pressed into her space, unwilling to let themself be too far away. but now… now is certainly different, and iovita is all too pleased to be able to open new doors.

  they lick at the seam of her lips and then past, tongue sliding along her own. her soft whimper they swallow down eagerly, shifting to press as much of their body against her as they can. hungry, they think distantly, do you feel a little… hungry? iovita feels starved, and the heat of her mouth isn’t nearly enough to sate them. pulling back, they stare down at her with something a little frantic in their gaze and in their panting breath. their gaze lingers on her mouth, reddened and slick, and they very nearly duck back down to keep kissing her.

  instead, they shift the hand at her throat so that their thumb presses into the soft spot under her jaw; a firm reminder to keep her chin up and eyes on them. “ and you didn’t think that maybe, that was the point? ” their thumb relaxes, slipping over to just under her jawbone to tip her head to the side. when they bend down, the kisses they press to her neck are soft and featherlight at first. the long stripe they lick up the column of her neck, however, is decidedly less innocent. “ I don’t pretend to fully understand why I feel like this, ” they murmur, breath puffing against the wet skin, “ about my valley, about you, ” they pause, thinking, and take this time to drag the points of their teeth along her skin in small, sharp nips. “ about the things that I don’t want someone, something, thinking that they can try and take. ”

  it’s not even that alone; a seed had been planted in that damned cave, months ago. insatiable desire burning low and slow that had them fisting their hands with the want to touch. it’s long since sprouted, yes, but it’s racing for the sunlight, and iovita is not just the fire that started it but the fire that gave it the opportunity in the first place.

  the dragon lifts their head, watching her with the same unblinking intensity of a cat ready to pounce. “ besides, I think you like it. ”

@maljefe

[fairandfatalasfair]

Not "formics"; they're talking about the informal nickname "the buggers", which is similar to "buggery", an old term for anal sex.

There is a passage from one of the Ender’s Game sequels that lives rent free in my mind every time I enter a public restroom of like… Bean thinking very hard about which stall to select because appropriately masculine men never select the first stall, if you take the last stall you’re trying too hard, but you can’t take a stall next to a stall next to one that’s already occupied…

Orson Scott Card is having a Real Normal One Over Here, I Guess.

[enderblogs-25]

Announcement:

HE'S PERFECT 🥹💖🥹💖🥹💖🥹💖🥹💖

He's just... he... I-

His little beak!!

And little FEETS!!!

I only met him thirty minutes ago, but I have fallen in love with this little man. I love him.

[calciumyum]

The Great Ender Dragon Fight!

Texts credit (with some modifications): Page 2: Ashryn_365 on Twitter and @fishbloc Page 3: @kalsyumtulag Page 4: Ashryn_365 on Twitter I was too anxious to ask for help to make more rhymes and these people suggested the rhymes, I'm so grateful for their help! :D

[hoshifighting]

Heyy I love reading your blog, smut specially. I think no one write this better than you ehehehe.

So, how about pussy drunk mingyu, who's have not get to eat you out for a long time as reader's finals week is going on, so when he get the permission to finally get down. He is all giggling and happy as he fucks reader with his tongue and fingers.

Idk it just sounds cute and yet very endering for me

mingyu giving oral, after you spent weeks studying nonstop

a/n: thanks a bunch for checking out my blog!! it's dope to know that I'm giving u a good read 🥰🥰 💋

warnings: smut, pussy eating, fingering, clit stimulation.

the past few weeks had been an intense blur of textbooks, highlighters, and endless nights spent studying for your finals. mingyu, ever the supportive boyfriend, had been by your side through it all. his knowledge seemed limitless—physics, mathematics, arts—he was good at almost every subject. whenever you felt overwhelmed, he knew exactly where to find the best study sources and would send you video classes from youtube. those short videos packed all the information you needed in just a few minutes, saving you precious time.

mingyu's help had been invaluable, but he wished he could do more. every time he glanced at you, he saw the tension in your shoulders, as if you were carrying the weight of the world. he would always offer you a massage, sometimes suggesting more intimate ways to relieve stress. but your anxiety about the tests made sex the last thing on your mind, and he understood. he was patient, always reassuring you that it was okay, that he didn’t mind waiting. he knew what it was like to be a college student, after all.

finally, the day of your last test arrived. you walked into your apartment with a big smile, clutching the exam paper that displayed your high score. the moment mingyu saw you, he lifted you into the air, covering your face, neck, and shoulders with kisses.

“you did it! i’m so proud of you!” he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride.

you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. “i couldn’t have done it without you, mingyu. you were my rock.”

setting you down gently, he looked at you with a mixture of love and desire. “you look exhausted, baby. how about you take a warm bath to get rid of all that tension?”

you nodded, feeling the stress of the past weeks starting to melt away. “that sounds perfect.”

as you turned to head to the bathroom, mingyu leaned in and whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, “i’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom, to get rid of every single bit of tension.”

a shiver ran down your spine, and you bit your lip, feeling a spark of excitement. you grabbed a towel and rushed to the bathroom, eager for the first time in weeks.

the warm water enveloped you, washing away the last remnants of stress. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax completely. after what felt like an eternity, you stepped out, wrapped the towel around yourself, and headed to the bedroom.

mingyu was waiting for you, as promised, lying on the bed with a look of anticipation. he smiled as you entered, his eyes raking over your form. “feeling better?”

you nodded, dropping the towel and slipping into bed beside him. “much better.”

his hands were warm and gentle as they began to massage your shoulders, working out the knots of tension. you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “you have no idea how good this feels.”

he chuckled softly, his breath tickling your ear. “i think i have some idea.”

you raise an eyebrow, teasingly. "and what would that idea be?" you ask.

mingyu smiles, a glint of hunger in his eyes as he lays you down on the bed, gently opening your towel to reveal your naked form. droplets of water still adorn your skin, catching the light. his gaze intensifies, and you can sense that your eagerness is growing.

without warning, mingyu's warm mouth descends on you, his lips and tongue immediately finding your clit. your mind goes completely blank, all the stress and information from your studies vanishing in an instant. your eyes roll back, and a gasp escapes your lips as he expertly alternates between flicking and sucking, his tongue dancing with precision.

mingyu has always been greedy when giving you oral, and tonight is no exception. his eyes never leave your face, studying every reaction. he knows exactly how to break you, paying attention to the way you tremble when his tongue flicks a little faster or the way your moans turn to broken whimpers when he sucks your clit into his mouth.

you expected some preliminaries, like kisses on your thighs or gentle licks, but mingyu goes straight to what he knows you need. his intensity leaves you breathless, and you can feel yourself getting wetter with each passing second. mingyu isn't a man of quickies; even with oral, he takes his time to give you the full experience. his mouth is relentless, and just when you think you can't take any more, he adds his fingers to the mix.

his middle and ring finger slide into you effortlessly, and you barely notice the initial stretch. he pumps them in and out slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit. your back arches, and you grasp at the sheets, feeling everything twice as intensely after so long without release.

mingyu's mouth works in tandem with his fingers, and you can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter. his tongue and fingers play you like an instrument, and you can't hold back any longer. the wave of pleasure crashes over you, and you cry out, your body trembling as the orgasm breaks through you.

mingyu doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from you until you're completely spent, collapsing back onto the bed with a contented sigh. he moves up to lie beside you, a satisfied smile on his face.

"feeling better?" he asks, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead.

you nod, breathless and blissful. "much better."

he kisses your forehead tenderly.

mingyu smirks, clearly pleased with himself. "by the way, what's the formula for newton's second law?" he asks playfully.

you stare at him, completely dumbfounded. "huh?" your mind, still foggy from the intense orgasm, struggles to recall the subject you've been studying for weeks and the exam you just took today.

he chuckles, enjoying your reaction. "just messing with you," he says, brushing a kiss across your forehead. "i'll let you recover. you're too sensitive right now."

you let out a breathless laugh, and you can still feel the effects of pleasure. "yeah, i think we need to take things slow for a bit," you agree, knowing it will take a little time to ease back into the rhythm of the constant sex you two usually enjoyed.

mingyu pulls you into his arms, holding you close. "no rush," he whispers. "we have all the time in the world."

[luminarytex]

for the most part, it’s done ish so here he is!!! :3 if you have any ideas of what else i should do let me know!!! i’m open to suggestions hhhnnggg

okay for the most part i have an ender king design 🔥🔥🔥 yay

[worseperson]

The new minecraft movie currently is and will be shit I'm making bingo cards for what's gonna happen in the movie, suggestions are appreciated Currently I've got:

"I think I got some in my mouth" After fighting a slime

Dramatic or sad scene immediately followed by villager going "Hmmmmmmmm" for comedic contrast

"I'm sorry, but I lied to you. My real name is Brine, and I'm no hero." Then Jack Black goes into creative mode

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?" when they protagonists first see a creeper

The final battle will have a triumphant victory after one of the protagonists unleashes a giant swarm of chickens, this scene is foreshadowed by one scene midway through the movie when a character starts making a massive chicken farm, and one of the other characters will bring it up

The Warden appears

Epic battle between the Nether and the Villagers

While the protagonists train the villagers to fight the Piglin army there'll be a funny montage where the villagers suck at fighting and everyone's like "No you have to swing the sword at the enemy"

Then there's an epic montage of the villagers being good at fighting right before the piglins attack

Reference to the Jeb_ sheep nametag

"How is that tree floating?"

Horribly butchers the main mechanics of Minecraft

Joke about Ender Dragon being a mother

The final after credits ends with the Ender Dragon egg surviving, and then cracking a tiny bit. Then the screen goes black

That's all I've got for now

[nyancrimew]

ive only heard world(execute).me do you have any particular song suggestions

listen to the entirety of both "Miracle Milk" and "Millennium Mother" for a great intro to like Mili as Mili, and if u like those listen to the soundtracks they made for "To Kill a Living Book" and 'Ender Lillies'

if u wanna just listen to a single song, i think my two favorite like somewhat more niche songs are "With a Billion Worldful of <3" and "Bulbel", because of some personal emotional connections i have with those two songs

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Trick or treat!! 🍬

i'm late by several days, but you get a treat(?) it depends on if you think my writing is a treat 😂 that was a bold thing for me to claim--

-

“Oh no,” Pansy Parkinson bemoaned with a disdain she only saved for two things in this world. One: a new Witch Weekly fashion trend that simply wouldn’t do. And two: Harry Potter.

Considering there was no trashy magazine spread out on her lap, Tom could only presume Potter was within eye line. So, subtle as a herd of hippogriffs, Tom turned to see if he could also spot Potter in the courtyard. And after merely a moment of careful searching, lo and behold, there he was.

Standing beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree, Potter held his Firebolt casually across his shoulders. Of course, he was surrounded by his typical Gryffindor entourage—and given their propensity for boisterously annoying laughter and chatter—Tom was surprised to see they were all sitting relaxed and quiet. No wonder he hadn’t heard them long before now.  

Potter’s head was tilted back as though he were admiring the warm afternoon sun through the tree’s dense leaves. And with the way the shadows and light were casting flickering patterns on the smooth plains of his face, Tom was ready to believe that. What an idyllic little picture the boy wonder was presenting. Disgusting.

“Seriously,” Pansy continued, “we can’t have a moment to ourselves? Where do they get off sitting that close to us? It’s like they’re trying to give me a migraine—everyone knows the colour red makes me nauseous from the hours of ten to eight!”

Tom thought that was a bit dramatic. However, he could agree with the overall sentiment: must Potter and his little groupies be everywhere?

Draco coughed, poorly concealing a laugh, and Theo sighed softly, shaking his head behind the book he was reading. “Here’s a radical thought: Don’t look at them,” Theo sarcastically suggested and pointedly turned to the next page.

“Come now, Theo,” Draco smiled. Something wicked and mischievous built in his tone, “Can you blame her? That is the Harry Potter. That is the Boy-Who-Lived, Ender of Grindelwald, Hero of the Wizarding World, known Dark Lord Defeater—“

Theo slammed his book shut and hissed, “Can you just get on to bloody punchline already?”

“—And close personal associate of Pansy’s long-time infatuation: Hermione Granger.”

Pansy spluttered, seemingly appalled but turning slowly the colour she proclaimed to hate so very much. “I DO NOT—“

“Oh please,” Draco rolled his eyes, “at least you aren’t as bad as Tom.”

Tom, who had been listening with a close ear and had half an eye on his fellow Slytherins, was still mostly distracted by the annoying way Potter seemed to be enjoying this perfectly fine afternoon. And how the light reflected off Potter’s eyes, making them glow like the polar night sky Professor Sinistra had shown them several classes ago. And how, even half put together in his quidditch uniform, Potter looked far too comfortable in his skin—really, no one should be that at ease wearing those tight-fitted trousers. Tom hates him.

Draco leant forward, ready to wave a hand over Tom’s face. “I mean, look at him. He’s not even listening to us,” but as Draco stretched his hand near enough, Tom grabbed his wrist. 

“And what,” Tom asked voice low and words slow, his eyes turned to meet Draco’s head-on, “do you mean by that, Malfoy?”

Draco flinched back, but because he was literally caught in Tom’s grasp, there wasn’t much space regained. “Well - I mean - surely you’ve - I thought -“ Draco stuttered.

Theo graciously decided to step in, “What this idiot is trying to say is: we know you like him.”

Like him? 

“Like who?” Tom asked, perplexed. Like Draco? Theo had said it well enough; the boy is an idiot. His older brother Lucius was helpful to a point, and his father Abraxas showed some promise in Tom’s carefully laid plans. Still, overall, the only reason Tom bothered to associate with Draco was his well-known and depressingly well-respected name. The Malfoys carried far too much weight in the upper echelons of wizarding society. So it would be foolish not to capitalise on the Malfoys’ most glaring weakness: their beloved youngest child.

Pansy searched Tom’s face, bewildered, and said, “You’re kidding?”

“Oh. Wow, no, he’s quite serious.” Theo’s brows crept high up his forehead, and he whistled, “I never thought I’d see the day our very own Tom Riddle was daft about someone. And blind to it, too? This must be one of the rarest magical phenomena ever witnessed.” 

Tom frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Draco cleared his throat and carefully twisted his wrist from left to right until he could easily slip free in Tom’s distracted state. “As I was saying, you’re worse than Pansy. She at least bullies Granger to the point of loud confrontations,” —Pansy murmured a disgruntled ‘quiet, you’— “but you don’t even talk to Potter. You just make gaga eyes at him from a distance.”

Tom blinked once. Gaga eyes? Him? At Potter? “I do no such thing. That’s ridiculous.”

Pansy scoffed, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Pot meet kettle,” Theo sighed. “Tom, at first we thought it was part of your 15-year plan, or whatever you keep calling it, to be the youngest Minister in history. After all, Potter is a good political match, and he’s Magical Britain’s sweet summer child. If you were to capture his affection and work your way through the ministry, even your darker leanings would get a pass because ‘how could our darling saviour romantically involve himself with a dark, evil, and immoral wizard?’”

Pansy and Draco both nod their heads sagely. 

Theo continues, “But when you never tried to speak with Potter, ask him out to Hogsmeade weekends, or even just offer to study with him, we realised you actually may simply like him. No strings attached.”

Tom was blindsided, and he was never blindsided. How did these three fools jump to this conclusion? Sure, Potter wasn’t unattractive, and, fine, Tom could admit that Potter’s family background coupled with his new found status was appealing and a good match for his political schemes, and, with a wand to his head, maybe he could acquiesce that Potter did have a magical aptitude that possibly rivalled Tom’s own, and, again, those damn trousers…

Oh Merlin. Was he crushing on Harry Potter?

Tom’s face scrunched up in disgust. 

“Ah - I think he’s just sorted it out,” Theo nodded. He stood up and dusted off his robes. “Well, my work here is done. See you all in Charms.”

Pansy and Draco both watched, horrified, as Theo ambled away. He walked towards the group of lounging Gryffindors and even offered them a small smile and a wave, which was more than he had ever offered to anyone in his own house. 

Tom swore he could feel his eye twitch when Potter caught sight of Theo and, with that ridiculous natural charm of his, waved back and grinned like they‘d always been good friends.

-

(to be continued...?)

[eevanta]

as someone obsessed with phils hardcore lore, this stream is quite literally a dream come true for me. the fact that not only were we right in assuming the first letter was from rose, the flower goddess, we also were right in assuming that the ender king was the one sending the second letter.

for ease of comprehension, everytime i use qphil, i will also be talking about hcphil!

i also find it fascinating that this suggests the ender king is alive. for those unaware, in the current time of phils hardcore world, the ender king has been defeated. you may be familiar with the endlantis project; the flooded end realm phil made. the whole reason endlantis exists is because it was how the ender king was defeated, the other 5 deities in the world redirected his attempt to merge all 3 realms together to an overworld ocean.

so the fact is seems the ender king is alive, and not only is alive, he is ACTIVELY looking to help qphil? we know the ender king is selfish and only does things with a motive to gain power, so, is the ender king looking to take over quesadilla island?

but even then, there holes in that theory, because the ender king isnt the only one to reach out from the hc deities. rose has too. albeit a lot kinder and gentler in making him realise his 'dreams' weren't dreams, she still reached out. so is the pattern to continue? is the blaze empress going to reach out? is the ocean overlord going to? it strangely seems as though the deities are united in this, even if the ender king has ulterior motives to do so.

its going to be really interesting to see how they incorporate the hardcore lore, its already been interesting seeing how the admin writing the letters interprets their personalities. i hope the ocean overlords letter is like 'hiya m8, sorry for this, sure this is baffling. but uhh i wanna help u man'

its also going to be interesting to see how they handle the black concrete. the qsmp uses black concrete as a way to represent the shadow virus, but hcs4 uses it to depict void; hence the nethervoid. we've already seen a difference in how it's affected qphil versus, say, qforever

anyways this is my roman empire i think

[paisleypens]

teee heeee i’m backkkkkk

could we get where reader is also a streamer and they start streaming together (reader isn’t in cali) and they start a long distance maybe they meet at the end that’s up to you

spencers first minecraft date! | spencer agnew x reader

so so sorry i was gone for so long lmao the motivation was just not there. sorry this specific request took so long my love but im here to feed my smosh babes. also is the title giving a games title or? idk but i think i cooked lemme know

~~~

You adjusted your webcam and glanced at the chat as you booted up Minecraft. Today was the day you’d been waiting for—the launch of a new Minecraft server for twitch streamers. You'd been buzzing with excitement since the invite landed in your inbox a week ago, and your viewers seemed just as hyped.

“Hey, everyone!” you greeted as your screen transitioned to the familiar blocky landscape. “We’re jumping into this new Minecraft server today with a bunch of other streamers. I’m so pumped to meet everyone and see what chaos we can create!”

As you navigated through the spawn area, you noticed a few players running around—some of them big names you recognized from streams and videos. But one name stood out: Spencer Agnew. You’d known Smosh and even caught a few of his streams before and always appreciated his chill vibe and sharp humor.

“Yo, Y/N!” Spencer’s voice came through your headset, catching you off guard but making you smile.

“Hey, Spencer! Didn’t expect to run into you so soon,” you replied, trying to play it cool.

“Well, here I am. I don’t really want to do the boring stuff alone, you down to team up?”

“Let’s do it,” you said, grinning.

You both went off starting with the basics—mining, gathering resources, and exploring the terrain. Time seemed to fly by as you bantered back and forth, and your chat was loving the dynamic.

“So, I’m thinking we need to build something epic. How about a house-building contest?” you suggested after a while.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? Alright, Y/N, you’re on. But don’t cry when I win,” Spencer joked.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see,” you shot back, laughing.

The competition was fun and lighthearted, with both of you trying to one-up each other while the chat egged you on. In the end, it was too close to call.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Spencer said, surveying both builds. “This is a draw. They’re both sick.”

“I’ll take it,” you said, smiling. “Good game, Spencer.”

As weeks passed, you and Spencer found yourselves teaming up more and more, both on and off stream. Your viewers started to notice too, spamming your chat with ship names and yours feeds with fan art. You two clicked, and it made for some really fun content.

One weekend, after a particularly successful stream, Spencer shot you a message: “Hey, after the stream, you wanna do something chill? Maybe watch a movie together?"

You blinked at the screen, feeling a flutter of excitement. “Like a virtual date? I’m in. What are we watching?"

“How about 'The Princess Bride'? Total classic."

"I’m so down. Let’s do it."

After the stream, you both synced up on a streaming service and hit play. As the movie went on, you kept up with your usual banter and jokes, making each other laugh. It felt natural, almost like you were in the same room.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this before,” Spencer teased as the credits rolled.

“I know, I know, I’m late to the party. But thanks for inviting me to watch it with you,” you replied, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

“Anytime. This was fun. We should do it again,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

From then on, these virtual hangouts became a regular thing. Whether it was watching movies, playing other games, or just chatting while you both cooked dinner over video call, it became something you both looked forward to.

One night, after you’d finished a particularly epic stream where you and Spencer had defeated the Ender Dragon, you found yourselves lingering in the game, just chatting while your avatars stood idly by a pixelated sunset.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer said, his voice softer, more serious than usual.

“Yeah?” you asked, wondering what was on his mind.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. These past few weeks have been awesome. Like, seriously awesome. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you better,” he admitted.

You felt a flutter in your chest. “I’ve been feeling the same way, Spencer. It’s been so much fun hanging out with you.”

He paused for a moment, and you could almost feel him gathering his thoughts. “I think… I’ve caught feelings for you. I know we’re miles apart, but I wanted to be honest about it.”

You were quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in before a smile broke out across your face. “Spencer, I feel the same way. I don’t know how we’re going to make it work with the distance, but I’m in if you are.”

The relief in his voice was palpable. “I’m definitely in. We’ll figure it out, whatever that means.”