#sapnap one shot

[sammyluser]

ℐntroducing ; SammyLuser

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𝓒ontent creators I do write for ˆ𐃷ˆ

Quackity (my favorite:3)

Ranboo

Tommyinnit

Tubbo

Philza (platonic only)

Slimecicle

Schlatt

Sapnap

Cellbit

Roier

(this are the ones I mostly watch, but if you want another one I’ll try to investigate a bit more about them to write your request!)

𝓑oundaries

— NO female reader, I am trans 💔 I don’t feel comfortable writing for female readers. I’ll write for gn or male readers (I rarely use pronouns on my works)

— I WON’T WRITE FOR Dream and Georgenotfound. I don’t like them, I have my reasons, sorry 🫶

— I ALSO WRITE about their DSMP/QSMP characters

— SMUT DEPENDS A LOT. I mostly don’t write.

— requests are open!! And I’ll try to answer as soon as possible :3

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𝓟urple : fluff

𝓟ink : angst

𝓕ics / 𝓢eries

nothing yet..

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Quackity x ftm! philza’s son! reader

Ranboo x gn/male! reader

𝓞ne shots

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[urfavcosmic]

MIDNIGHT BONDING ↠ sapnap

tw's! smoking, cuddling, fluffy sapnap hehe

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"oh my god," you sighed, throwing your bag down onto the bench. it was past midnight, so you were sure your roommate would be in bed. working the night shift might just be the worst thing, tired, hangry customers really didn't appeal to you this late. all you really wanted was to curl up under your blankets and sleep.

"hey," your thoughts were interrupted by your roommate. his footsteps echoed through the apartment as he came towards you. "how was work?"

"shit. as usual, sap. why are you still awake?" sapnap's hand scratched at the back of his neck before answering.

"i was, but uh," he hesitated for a moment, seemingly unable to meet your gaze, "i just needed a smoke. wanna join?"

a smile overtook your face. "yeah, thanks." you followed him out onto your small balcony, the cold air of the night sending shivers down your spine. the stars were in clear view, looking beautiful as ever. you watched as sapnap rolled his joint. "wait, do you have enough for two?" you questioned, taking notice of the lack of product in his tin.

"don't worry about that," sapnap dismissed your question with his hand, flapping it lazily. "here, have this one." he brought the lighter up to your lips, lighting the joint hanging loosely from your mouth.

taking a seat next to sapnap, you let your head rest on his shoulder, eyes glued to the way his hands moved as he rolled himself a joint. you and sapnap had been living together for a few months now, you'd started off as high school friends, but eventually you, sapnap and his best friend decided to get an apartment together. it was cheaper that way.

letting the smoke cloud your mind, you adjusted yourself so you were now almost tucked into sapnap's side, his arm slung around your shoulders. you sat in silence for what felt like hours, but in reality was only minutes.

"thank you, sapnap. you always know how to make me feel better." he chuckled at you, kissing your head softly. "such a good friend to me." sapnap winced at your words, awkwardly scratching his neck once again.

"yeah, right. thanks."

you don't know when you fell asleep, but the mixture of the maryjane and the cool night air must've lulled you into one of the best sleeps of your life. as you go to sit up, you realise that someone has wrapped their limbs around you and is snoring softly. turning your head behind you, sapnap is sleeping peacefully.

you chuckle to yourself and lay back down, your body fitting perfectly with his. almost like a puzzle. you close your eyes and let your mind slip into unconsciousness once again.

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A/N: i wrote this on mobile can u tell :( anyways have my first writing piece, not used to writing this style but it was fun & im sure i'll improve!

[cyncerely-bullshit]

when it comes to internet drama, there’s three things I look for:

1: How the accused defends themselves

2: How the accused’s friends defend them

3: How stan accounts defend them

In that order, btw.

If someone is cancelled and makes a genuine apology and very clearly explains that they either didn’t know better or feel genuine remorse, the drama usually ends there. If the internet decides the response was invalid, friends get involved if they truly believe their friend is innocent. After all, the internet doesn’t know them, but their friends? People they speak with everyday? They usually know well enough to speak on if the person deserved to be canceled. Lastly, if the apology was bad and the friends either didn’t step in or made things worse, check the stan accounts. They will almost always pull something up to defend their favorite parasocial relationship. Sometimes they find pretty damning pieces of evidence to support the accused, sometimes they throw shit at the wall and hope it sticks. They bring up points the average person would never even thing to bring up, and sometimes it works in their favor.

Let’s take a look at how these three rules apply to Dream and Tommy, shall we?

Dream:

1: Crashes out live on stream for like 5 hours, brings up a bajillion other things to distract from the original issue, makes a reddit post where he doesn’t apologize for shit then promptly deletes it, calls Tubbo and never once concedes that he may be wrong, belittling what Tubbo says and changing the topic whenever he knows that Tubbo is right and he can’t argue it (also called Tubbo “Tommy” multiple times)

2: None of his friends stepped up. From what i’ve heard a few Spanish streamers spoke on his behalf, but no word from his housemates and closest friends. The way I see it, George can’t defend him because his career is already on the rocks with the Caiti situation (which, if I may remind you, Dream stuck up for George hard and Sapnap [though he wasn’t there] said that he knows George well enough to believe there wasn’t malicious intent [im paraphrasing]). Point is, when a member of the DTeam got cancelled, they banded together as friends, showing they weren’t afraid to defend each other. George likely doesn’t want to put his job in jeopardy by involving himself in more drama, but Sapnap has been silent despite being the least problematic member of the DTeam by a long shot. Even Badboyhalp (who didn’t speak on it directly) talked on stream about how much respect he had for everyone Dream had name dropped and villainized (Tommy, Tubbo, etc) while Dream was in chat.

3: DTeam stans, and Dream stans especially, can be brutal. I have seen what they can pull out to defend their youtubers, if you’re reading this you probably have too, and it’s crazy. So it speaks volumes that their only argument in this case that I’ve seen is the very same one Dream used initially: he’s neurodivergent, he can’t help it. He didn’t know it was wrong, he was genuinely trying to be a good role model to the kids of the server but his autism made him act like that, the essay he sent to Tommy wasn’t manipulative at all, etc. I should not have to explain why this is not an argument in the slightest and shouldn’t even be taken as one. Other than that, there isn’t an edited snapchat photo, message, or post to be argued (at least not on Dream’s side). Dream very clearly did everything and is still arguing that he’s in the right. There is no evidence against him because he’s still talking about not regretting doing anything, so the stans have to argue with what they can.

Tommy:

1: made a short and concise 5 minute video calmly explaining his side and why Dream wasn’t good to him, telling him that the r slur wasn’t a joke and he personally knew good and kind people who were discriminated against with that word and how it isn’t acceptable to be used ever, and telling Dream to take some time off the internet, go to therapy, and spend time with his family.

2: Shout out Tubbo and Jack, the absolute strongest of fighters in this whole thing. For as much as Dream complained about Tommy “manipulating people into hating him,” he didn’t speak on Jack enough. Jack Manifold has not been quiet about his distaste for Dream, and is the one who brought it up on his and Tommy’s podcast. Tommy is the one who was trying to talk about Dream neutrally and change the subject, meanwhile Jack just went off, but somehow according to Dream, Tommy was the one accusing him of things. And Tubbo, the strongest of them all, watching Dream’s whole breakdown with a neutral and (mostly) calm perspective, speaking with him (more like talking at him while he said “let’s move on” or “let’s agree to disagree”) and fighting for his best friend. I’m glad the divorce was amicable. Dream had accusations, Tubbo had logic. It was an easy fight. Also, let’s not forget Ranboo, Philza, Sneegsnag, Aimsey, AverageHarry, Jimmy, Joel, Molly Melinks, Sarah Simons, Rue (Tom’s old roommate), Jonaay, MaxGGs, Kwite, Pokimaine, and many more that sided at the very least against Dream, but mostly against Dream and with Tommy. Also the fact that Dream’s supposed friends like HannahxxRose, VelvetisCake, and Sapnap himself were in Tubbo’s chat during the argument.

3: Ah yes, the 15 million people that got called the r slur. Easiest defense of a celebrity ever, since Tommy did nothing wrong, just defended himself. Even when Dream tried to say he used child labor to make his videos and the editors were underpaid, it wasn’t the fans who defended Tommy, it was the editors themselves. Tommyinnit truly has exactly 1 enemy.

just wanted to get all this off my chest and explain how I deal with internet drama and why this is quite frankly the most non-divided drama i’ve ever seen. I’ve never seen someone so in the wrong be so confident about it, it’s truly baffling.

anyway, back to coding.

[tsundanire]

Whore

“Boo, you whore,” Dream groans as his beloved daughter slips out of his lap and trots towards George—actually trilling in greeting. 

“Well hello to you too gorgeous girl,” George replies, adding in the occasional meow when Patches responds. “Who’s the best, sweetest, most darlingest girl? Yes, it’s you. Don’t listen to Daddy. He’s just jealous you like me better.” 

“You’re a whore too, George. You both are.” Dream sighs, hands in the air like he’s giving up the fight.

George strides over, Patches tucked firmly in his arms. When he sits, it’s pressed right against Dream’s thigh. Where they touch is warm, and leaves Dream’s brain feeling a little fuzzy. 

“You okay?” It’s the first time George has broached the topic—one they steadfastly ignore out loud. 

Dream inhales, then exhales very slowly through his nose as he considers the shit show of the last few days. “I’m..” Dream opens and closes his mouth a few times but the words don’t come out.

Instead of saying anything, George slips his whole body into Dream’s lap. Patches is still wrapped in George’s arms, but they’re all huddled together now, with George’s head pressed to Dream’s chest. It takes a few minutes, but Dream can feel the tension and stress slowly melting away. 

“I think I should call Martin.” There’s a heavy weight to these words, and he knows George can feel it too. 

It’s like saying ‘I love you’ in so far as each word is innocuous on its own, but you put them together and say them to someone specific and it can change everything. And yet, saying them to George was still far easier than what he wants to do now.

“Do you want any help with that?” George replies, fully aware of the gravity of what Dream is saying. And Dream loves him even more for not making it out to be a huge deal. “I have nothing on for a bit so if you want me to go too?”

“No that’s—” Dream inhales again, exhaling a shaky breath. “It’s fine. I think we might be able to do it over video call.” 

Patches hears a sound in the distance and it has her scurrying out of George’s lap—probably Milo or Naomi, or God forbid..both. When she’s gone, and only George remains in his lap, Dream still feels surprisingly calm. 

“You know those whole emotional support pets?” George chews on his lip as he mulls the thought in his head. 

“Yeah? What, you think Patches? Nah, she’s great for me but neither of us are particularly great at actually going places.” Dream laughs quietly.

“No, I was wondering if they did that for people? Like emotional support people?” 

“Isn’t that just therapy?” 

“Idiot,” George huffs like he’s trying not to laugh, and is, instead, mildly annoyed that his idea was shot down. 

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Later, when George is busy torturing Sapnap with his presence, Dream sits on his bed, his phone in hand, just staring at the call screen. It’s a stupid button, that’s all he had to press. But the weight was strong. 

At the door, a little trilling noise grabs his attention.

Patches pushes her way in, hopping onto the bed at his side. Immediately she sank into a loaf and purred, filling Dream with an almost ethereal calm. His large palm sinks into her fur, grounding himself in the vibrations of her pur. He hits ‘call’.  

“Hello?” Comes an older, cheerful male voice. 

“Dr Martin? It’s Clay. I-” Dream inhales like he’s gearing himself up to kill the Ender Dragon. “I’d like to schedule a therapy appointment with you.”

-END-

For @alittledizzy I hope this is fluffy enough. <3

[billzoned]

Hey, I don't know if you still write, but I imagine sapnap getting angry after losing in a game and taking it out on the bed-

anger

pairing :: cc! sapnap + afab! reader

content warnings :: explicit content, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it guys), dom! sapnap, sub! reader, edging, ..marking, choking, belly bulge.., hair pulling if u squint, praise.., bjs, creampie :o

word count :: 920

author's note :: i am indeed still writing! i just write excruciatingly slow and my motivated comes in small bursts most of the time. but requests are always welcome <3

(ps.) i am horrible at writing endings, and aftercare...oopsies? :'c

NOT PROOFREAD — nsfw under cut.

sapnap is one to get just a little bit...angry if he loses in something. it doesn't matter if it's a video game, or anything else– he'll get irritated. to make it oh so much better– he takes his anger out on you every time he gets the chance.

all that could be heard throughout sapnap's room was the sound of gagging and euphoric groans coming from sapnap. after he lost a manhunt (horribly), he had decided to take all of his anger out on you– in your vulnerable state of watching youtube videos in the room next to him, he had dragged you into his own room and decided to simply fuck your throat and try to blow off some steam.

your clothes were nowhere to be found– probably thrown on the floor somewhere as your throat convulsed around sapnap's cock as he harshly forced your head up and down repeatedly. you were clearly having trouble taking all of him into your mouth. "ah, god- come on, just be a good little slut and take it, yeah?" he mocked your struggles. but he rolled his eyes, grabbed your hair and pulled your mouth off of him anyway, letting you take a breather as you coughed from the severe asphyxiation you had experienced in the past two minutes– until he pushed your head back down and continued ravaging your throat until it was sore and raw. he kept fucking into your mouth until suddenly his cum shot down your throat and painting your mouth white with a loud groan.

finally, after what felt like eternity, he grabbed a handfull of your hair and roughly pulled you off of him and carried you to his bed. "you want to be fucked, don't you?" he said as he bent down to start his attack on your neck– biting and kissing all over the flesh until your skin was littered in pink-ish red marks. the noises you were making were enough of a confirmation for sapnap, as he trails his hand down from your stomach to your thighs, and finally to your dripping cunt. he slowly drags his fingers up and down your folds until he stops at your clit– rubbing small circles rabidly and hearing your small whimpers and quiet moans fall out from your lips. you were just on the edge of release, your noises getting just a bit louder and more desperate, until he stopped all of his movements and left you with a ruined orgasm.

"you're gonna have to beg if you really want to cum, sweetheart." he said tauntingly, slipping his fingers into your cunt. you looked at him with fat tears rolling down your face, trying your best to beg. "please, sap!! jus' let me cum-! please-please, please!" you beg, your destroyed voice trembling and filled with desperation. "hm.. i may consider it.." this went on for a couple of minutes until he finally gave you what you were begging for. your legs had started shaking uncontrollably from the overstimulation of his fingers moving rapidly in and out of your pussy as the coil in your abdomen snaps. you moan aloud and your eyes roll back into your head in pleasure– vision going cloudy– as sapnap looks down at you. "there you are... good girl, good girl.. doing so well for me.." he praised, as he pulled his fingers out of you.

he swiftly pulled you to the edge of his bed, lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing the tip in, before slamming into you and making you moan loudly. he grabbed your hips tightly– so tightly that they would certainly leave bruises in the morning. the continuous sounds of skin-on-skin slapping and the sounds of ecstasy coming from both you was simply intoxicating to sapnap. he couldn't help himself– he just had to wrap his large hand around your throat like a necklace and hear your struggled moans. "take it- fuck- take it f'me, yeah?" he whispered in your ear. he looked down over your body, his eyes stopping at the little bulge pressing up in your tummy every time he thrusted in and out. his head fell back from the sight– he wasn't even sure if he could last much longer from that.

your moans increased in volume as his cock brushed against your g-spot, waves of pure pleasure flowing through your veins every time he pounds into you. he slowly trailed his hand down from your throat to your stomach, and to your clit– rubbing it rapidly and stimulating the small bundle of nerves. the two of you weren't gonna last too much longer, that was for sure. with sap pounding into you and the two of you being in a state of pure ecstasy..it was bound to end soon.

you could feel the familiar feeling of your abdomen tightening, signaling you were close to your long awaited orgasm. suddenly, with one simple deep thrust from sapnap your orgasm hit you like a truck– your eyes rolling back into your head and a loud moan falling from your lips. sap's hips were soon stuttering as he groans, head falling backwards and eyes closing as his cum leaks into you. he takes a moment before he pulls out–asking if you're okay and slowly slipping out.

the last thing you remember is him saying, "i'll be back in a minute, alright?" before seeing his blurry figure getting up and walking supposedly to the bathroom to go get a wet wash cloth to clean you up.

<3

AA I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING I WROTE!!1!1!! it's 1 in the morning and it's not the best but hope yall enjoy! :3

[ieatedyourcrayons]

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[demonstars]

sapnap’s laugh OUGHHHHHH DTEAMIESSSS https://x.com/lupitagnf/status/1854402011288219733?s=46&t=HIQyFtKxFIH5PkhmZzmVpA

DREAM: I could’ve done it, I was just, like, so bewildered, GEORGE was like, okay— GEORGE: I don't know why I was missing! X2 #DREAM: SAPNAP, do you know the shortest crystal, the one that's closest to the ground?

SAPNAP: [Laughing] Yeah?

DREAM: This is not an exaggeration when I say he shot SIX arrows at IT!! SIX!!!

GEORGE: I don't know why I was missing!!!

SAPNAP: Bro, DREAM, look how many arrows he missed on this one, that's FOUR arrows!

MY FUCKIGN BABIES.

[deadqueerboys]

Kissing sapnap mid-Argument smut ? 😭

like hes just yelling at reader , and she didnt wanna argue anymore so she kisses him and it leads to something else. Fem!readerrr pleasee

Alright, I understand.

I got confused between one shot or headcanons, but I did one shot.

Sapnap x Fem! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Sapnap was pissed about something or someone again. He couldn't stop yelling and every place you went, he followed after you. He was speaking so loud and talking about you not giving attention to what he was saying. He was getting tired of it, so he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. He frowns and looks at you dead in the eyes, his strength hurting your arm. You look at him for a while, hearing all of his bullshit again. You roll your eyes and try to make him set you free. It was common for him to get pissed and then keep talking forever. Maybe it was about a game? You weren't sure. What could it be.. you did the dishes, made the bed, didn't interrupt him while he was streaming, you haven't talked with Dream or George, so it certainly wasn't the problem. You got closer to him, listening to his yap. It's boring to see him like this, so when he was about to talk again, you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. Oh, yes.. that was the problem. You haven't done sex for five days. It was probably driving him mad.

"Sorry for not giving you attention." You smile, and he seems out of hand. Sapnap was blushing while you were chill. You could see the smirk appearing on his face. It was obvious what he wanted. He pulls you closer and kisses you again, using his sharp tongue to mess with yours. He doesn't waste time going to his room with you and pushing you to the bed. He makes you lay down, getting between your legs and undoing his zipper while you take off your clothes. He was needy. One week was enough to make him upset and craving for your attention.

Sapnap doesn't like to wait, going without condom or lube. The only thing that was making it easy for him to come in was how wet you were. He plays with your clit while he slowly gets inside you. It was warm and big, a little bit fat, which makes it so pleasant. He starts to move gently, his cock feeling how good it is to be inside you again. He moans and grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. The way how he fucks you was so gentle, not like he used to do. Probably the time without it made him want to go slow and patience to appreciate the moment. It was nice to see how good it's making both of you feel. You couldn't do anything but whimper, grabbing his hand a little too tight.

[kumezyzo]

more desperate bf!sapnap please. . .....

kinda jealous and lightly desperate bf!sap with streamer reader cause why not. we're also revisiting the Everest MV idea.

so, enjoy! or dont... :) m.list

bf!sapnap who went back the idea of you wearing outfits similar to the girls in the music video once he saw how Gravy interacted with you.

"these are my boys," dream introduced as he stomped up the stairs. "and yn."

you glared at him as he motioned to each of you on the couch, restating your names.

you stand up, "hi, its nice to meet you!" you say as you reach your hand out for a handshake.

"yea, i know who you are!" he tells you enthusiastically, going in for a hug instead. you let out a surprised 'oh' and you pull away from the hug.

"you do?" you ask with a slight smile.

"i already kinda knew who you were but when i heard you vocals on the song, i thought it would be cool to check you out," he said nodding.

"oh my god, thank you," you laugh, glancing at dream. he was looking at your boyfriend behind you on the couch.

bf!sapnap who just keeps a close eye on you when you and gravy start interacting more between 'scenes'. he lowkey glared from a distance when the tall blonde compliments you and cracks a few jokes to seemingly make you laugh.

when bf!sapnap saw you come out in a string bikini for one of the scenes, he stopped everything he was doing and went over to talk to you.

"do you need something to cover up with?" he asked, trying to stand in a way to block you from everyone there.

you smile at him with a quiet laugh, "no we start filming in like five minutes," he nods and looks down at your practically naked body. you shake your head and lean in to give him a peck on the lips.

he places his warm hands on your waist, looking at your cleavage and shamelessly checking you out.

bf!sapnap who has you sitting up on the bar outside when the camera is panning around everyone. he's feeling up your sides and getting close enough to kiss you but never actually doing it.

the director at one point has to ask him to move away from you to get more shots of your two on your own or in a different pose.

bf!sapnap who brings you your clothes from earlier in the shoot to change back into. he tries to get you to let him 'help you'.

"nick, i dont need help to put on a t-shirt and shorts," you tell your boyfriend with a blank face.

"of course you do! you need to undo the tie of your bikini," he says as if its obvious. you roll your eyes and shut the door to the bathroom, locking it loudly for emphasis.

its short cause i got tired. but someone, as a cw assignment, suggested writing about anthropomorphizing (?) objects and theres a podcast called Everything Is Alive that does exactly that. one of them is of a pregnancy test... and i would wanna be a pregnancy test just to know ive made someone burst into tears with something other than my writing... -nony

[wishitweresummer]

Vanilla Twilight

Word count: 2862

Notes: I think about George sleepwalking all the time and have become a bit obsessed with the idea. He’s too cute for this world. I have plagued him with ticklish dreams. I hope you enjoy this! 💜

Having George around was awesome. Even though Dream and Sapnap had known him for years, they were learning new things all the time now.

One huge new one was that the whole sleepwalking thing was real apparently. George had spoken multiple times about the few funny situations he had ended up in due to sleepwalking, but they seemed a little out there. A little exaggerated maybe.

But then, just a few days into George’s first days, he sleepwalked for the first time in front of the other two. And it was strange.

He had dozed off on the couch while they were all watching streams and the other two were in various levels of half-asleep half-playing on their phones. George pulled himself off the couch and clung to his sides, giggling deliriously. He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it.

“Wait…”, he slurred through his giggles, his eyes sliding around the room with no target. When Dream stood up in alarm, George looked right through him like he wasn’t even there. “Hey!”, he squeaked, jumping in place a little and then knocking his head off the wall behind him.

Dream caught him as he slumped down.

“What’s happening?”, Sapnap asked as he got up and joined them. George mumbled incoherently and then rubbed the back of his head.

“I don’t know. He just started laughing and like, ran into the wall. George, are you okay?”.

“Yeah…”, George looked at the other two confused, cheeks growing hotter by the second.

“Are you sure?”, Dream smiled slowly and let go of George, who moved out of their space quickly. “Why are you so blushy?”. George groaned and pushed past them.

That night, both boys brushed it off as some weird fluke. It was just the start, though.

~•~

The next time was in a hotel room shared by all three of them. They had three separate bedrooms, but were all still connected in a large suite. George had only just gone to bed a few minutes before Dream and Sapnap heard strange thumping coming from his room.

“No shot there's a girl in there.”, Sapnap said quickly, making Dream laugh.

“Shut up! No way! Who? He just went in there!”, they both giggled.

They listened closely and could both just barely make out other more-human noises. It took awhile for Sapnap to break the solence.

“This is weird…”, he muttered quietly, a little nervous about what they could be hearing.

“Hey!”, George cried out. Dream and Sapnap scrambled from the couch and ran to George’s room.

The boy was on the floor on his stomach, giggling and softly smacking his fist against the floor over and over again.

“What…”, Dream trailed off, looking at Sapnap for answers.

“That tickles…”. George squeaked out through his giggles. The two watched him squirm.

“He’s dreaming that he’s being tickled.”, Sapnap grinned and nudged Dream.

“This is too cute…”, he pulled out his phone, laughing a little as he started recording. George curled on his side and giggled hysterically. It sounded exactly how it normally did when any of them tickled him - minus the usual begging for it to end.

~•~

Eventually, they got him awake. Sapnap jammed his socked toes into his ribs and George flipped over with a loud squeal. He sat up, breathless and flustered as he looked around.

“Dreaming about the tickle monster?”, Dream teased in a sing song.

“Shut up.”, George slurred, getting to his feet and turning away a little to try and hide his burning face. He swayed, disoriented.

“Okay okay.”, Dream placed a steadying hand against the boy’s back and led him to the bed. “It’s okay.”.

Sapnap and Dream watched in awe as George’s wandering eyes quickly closed and he went limp in the blankets.

“Oh, I’m not sure he totally woke up there.”, Sapnap furrowed his eyes and looked at Dream.

“We should show him in the morning.”.

~•~

Sleepwalking wasn’t all that common. But, it definitely was a real thing that happened to plenty of people. Now…being plagued with nightmares of being tickled everytime you sleepwalk?

“That’s not what’s happening!”, George insisted, all squeaky and flustered. Before he could even get the sentence out, he dropped his head to the table and covered it with both his arms. “I don’t want to talk about this.”, he spoke, muffled.

“Just tell us about your dream from last night.”, Sapnap tried.

“I don’t remember.”.

“I don’t believe you!”.

“I don’t care!”, George sat up, face red with embarrassment.

“George, c’mon. Maybe we can help.”, Dream stood up, quieting both the boys. “I have a video.”.

“No you don’t.”, George shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh, I do.”, Dream laughed as he held up his phone. George snatched it like Dream was expecting and pressed play on the video he had queued up.

“No way…”, George muttered as his face burned brighter and hotter than he’d ever felt it get before.

There he was; curled up on the floor giggling his head off at an invisible monster. As he watched, he could remember exactly where the tickling hands were attacking him. It was some shadowy figure that was singing soft praise as he took George apart. He was called cute and ticklish as the hands went back and forth from his ribs to his sides. He remembered how they had grabbed at his hips and he watched his body convulse from the phantom touch.

“This is humiliating.”, he said as he quickly deleted the video.

Dream and Sapnap glanced at each other quickly, but didn’t mention how the video still existed due to Dream sending it to Sapnap.

“George, it’s fine! At least it’s not a nightmare or something! It’s just tickling!”, Dream tried his best to comfort him. The boy just dropped his face into his hands and yelled in anguish.

He refused to talk about it after that.

~•~

George’s embarrassment and denial didn’t prevent the ticklish dreams coming for him again. Weeks passed and they dropped the matter.

Dream was hazy from late night editing. Well, it was regular editing and then suddenly three in the morning. He trekked from his room to find a snack. In the living room, he found George.

The boy was standing with a shaky smile and swaying in a daze.

“George?”, Dream whispered.

“Dream.”, George mumbled and stumbled towards him. Personal space was forgotten as he tripped and fell straight against Dream’s chest. Small shaky hands reached up and grabbed onto his shirt. Dream realized quickly that George was sleepwalking. And…holding back laughter? “Dream!”, he whined and a few giggles slipped out. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find George in such a state. How long was he in here giggling to himself before Dream came along?

George was shaking like a leaf and Dream was afraid he would collapse.

“Are you okay?”, he whispered. He had no idea how much George could understand or how he should proceed. Softly, he moved his hands to George’s waist in case he needed to hold him up. The slight touch made George crumble into squeaky giggles.

“You’re tickling me!”, he slurred and pulled in closer. Jeez well…that’s cute.

George jumped slightly and dropped his forehead against Dream’s chest. The sweetest giggles poured from his mouth and he tightened his grip on his shirt.

“Do you like being tickled?”, Dream asked softly.

“Mhmm.”, George hummed.

“Oh yeah? Do you want to be tickled anywhere in particular?”, Dream tried. He couldn’t help himself.

George finally released his grip on Dream’s shirt. He reached down and grabbed Dream’s hands…and guided them to his own sides.

Now this was entirely new. Dream and Sapnap had both tickled George on many occasions since he moved in. Each time, the boy laughed… but cried and begged and did anything he could to make the tickle torture stop. He swore he hated it and sure screamed like that was true.

Dream grabbed onto his soft sides. George squealed. His hands hovered between them, but didn’t make any move to stop him. Dream smiled and started tickling his sides with fast squeezes. George broke into laughter and nearly buckled in surprise. He grabbed onto Dream for support, but let the tickles continue. His laughter was as sweet as it was franti; the spot being particularly bad. His restraint was impressive.

Dream started to doubt George’s supposed ‘hatred’ for tickling.

George laughed and squealed and jumped in place while Dream tickled him. He threw his head back and cried out when Dream’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot where his sides met his back. George’s ticklish reaction was lacking any sort of begging. No ‘stop’ or ‘please’. His cheeks darkened as he ducked back into Dream’s chest, his excited laughter starting to tilt into hysterics.

Still, he kept his hands fisted into Dream’s shirt and never let go.

~•~

Eventually, Dream stopped. The sleepwalking boy whined and dropped into Dream’s arms.

“Oof..”, he huffed as he caught George’s full weight. He was out cold.

It took a few tries to get a good grip on George’s sleeping form, but when he finally had him safely in his arms he brought him to his own room.

He laid George down as gently as he could and covered him up in the blanket. He was snoring lightly and looked incredibly peaceful…even after being put through tickle hell just a minute earlier.

“Goodnight George.”, he whispered. The surge of affection for his best friend at the moment was a crushing force in his chest. He pushed down the bubbling emotions and left the room before he couldn’t resist climbing into the bed anymore.

~•~

George walked into the kitchen and stretched. Dream and Sapnap were talking, but went completely silent as he entered.

“What?”, he asked suspiciously. Sapnap giggled and Dream shushed him. “What!”, he demanded. “What were you guys talking about?”.

“Nothing dude! Good morning. Juice?”, Dream held out a glass of apple juice. George only glared at it.

“No. Tell me what’s going on.”, he crossed his arms over his chest. The idiots looked at each other again. “Hey!”.

“George, chill!”, Sapnap tried to snap, but he was too amused.

“It’s literally nothing. I was just telling Sapnap about my night. Why are you being weird?”.

“You are being weird.”, George whipped around and stomped off to the living room.

It was practically the same room so they watched him walk the entire way until he plopped onto the couch and sighed dramatically.

“Fine.”, Dream caved. Sapnap was giggling immediately as they followed him into the living room and sat down on either side of him. George stared at Dream expectantly. “Last night I found you sleepwalking again.”.

George quickly tried to stand up, but Dream caught his shirt and yanked him back down. Instantly, his face was heating up as the memory of last night's dream came back into his mind. A chill went up his spine as he remembered the ghostly fingers tickling into his sides so mercilessly. Last night had felt so real and he remembered how he felt so vividly. No images could come to his mind, but the sensations of tickles were bright and lasting.

“O-okay.”, he stuttered.

“You asked me to tickle you, actually.”, Dream smiled.

“You’re an idiot, actually.”, George tried to escape again, but this time both Dream and Sapnap grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him back down. They didn’t let go. He wanted to cover his burning face, but he didn’t want to think about why he was blushing.

“Actually, you took my hands and placed them on your sides. To tickle you.”.

“Shut up!”, he cried and ripped his hand away from Sapnap firm enough to break it loose and cover his face. “Oh my god…”, he murmured.

“I didn't mean to embarrass you, Georgie. But you wanted us to tell you.”, Dream added softly. He could feel their eyes on him like burning lasers.

“I want to tickle him!”, Sapnap said suddenly, it bursting from his mouth like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “It’s not fair you asked Dream, but not me!”.

“I didn’t ask him anything!!”, George screeched and leaned away from Dream, trying to pry his hand off his wrist. “Let me go!”. He was starting to panic.

“He loves me more, that’s why.”, Dream smirked over at Sapnap. George was getting rowdy, but there was no budging Dream’s grip. He wasn’t even fazed.

“Dream!! Let go!!”, George yelled.

Suddenly, there were hands squeezing his sides from behind. All the anticipation drove a scream from George’s lips and he crumpled back into Sapnap. Hysterical giggles completely took him over and he twisted away from Dream’s iron hold.

“I hate you guys!”, he squeaked out. How embarrassing…he was already so worked up. Sapnap dug meanly into the back of George’s ribs and he arched his back so quickly it was like he was being electrocuted. His laughter came out in a desperate cackle as he thrashed between the two.

“George!”, Dream laughed.

George tried to throw himself off the couch, but he was dragged back easily.

“We know you like it now, Georgie.”, Sapnap coo’ed.

“I don’t!”, he cried

“Obviously you do!”, Dream shook his head in amusement as he manhandled George to the couch and pried his arms up. Sapnap wedged his hands into George’s armpits. George screeched with laughter and tried to fold in on himself. As soon as he did, Dream’s hands were squeezing his hips.

“Guys!”. He was so screwed.

They weren’t pinning him down so much as they were just using their strength to keep him between them. The endless onslaught of tickles from every direction left him breathless and crazed. He felt so helpless. No matter how much he struggled or threw his weight around, they had him squealing with laughter and squirming too hard to make an escape.

He kicked his leg out at Sapnap roughly; he was hoping to give him a black eye. Instead, his leg was enveloped in Sapnap’s strong arms and tickled brutally. He clawed at the couch in desperation and screamed for mercy as Sapnap focused his attack on a particularly bad spot above his knee. George's laughter was witch-like as he lost his mind. He felt Dream grab his shoulders and he wrenched his body around aggressively in panic. He managed to turn around, but collapsed into Dream’s arms as Sapnap targeted the back of his thigh with firm squeezes.

“Make him stop!”, he cried out and dissolved into hysterical laughter. Dream laughed at his plight and let George melt into his hold. George was jolting and screeching out whenever Sapnap found a sensitive part to dig into.

“But Georgie, you love this!”, Dream teased.

“Also, you tried to kick me.”, Sapnap deadpanned playfully.

“Please!!”, George screamed. Sapnap only laughed and continued the cruel punishment.

Dream crawled his hand up George’s back, sending the boy back into a squirming frenzy to get away. He sat up and jerked his body back hard enough to break free of Sapnap’s hold, but he found himself falling back into basically Dream’s lap.

“Help!”, he couldn't stop himself from squeaking out the word. Dream hugged George from behind and attacked his waist with quick tickles. He squealed loudly before the hysterical laughter bubbled out of him again.

Each ticklish attack was fast and merciless, driving George into utter tickle madness. His red face was streaked with tears. His bedhead had fallen completely out of control. His laughter was starting to cut off and he would put on the cutest ticklish mime performance Dream and Sapnap had ever seen; grabbing at the air and laughing with zero sound.

Finding out George was craving being taken apart with tickles was a serious blessing. His screaming laughter was their favorite noise and he was impossibly cute when tickled. An excuse to tickle him to absolute bits whenever they wanted going forward? They couldn’t be more excited.

~•~

When the tickle attack came to an end, George was nothing but a pile of goo. He grabbed at their shirts and huffed and whined and did everything short of demanding they cuddle him.

His brain was fried and his body was tingling with an endless buzz of leftover tickles. It took him forever to get a handle on his giggling enough to relax between them again.

One might think he would be on edge after being tortured, but he melted into his vulnerability. Even between his attackers.

He didn’t exactly sleep, but he rested in their arms with a soft dopey smile he couldn’t seem to shake.

A small part of him knew he wouldn’t sleepwalk for a while. He softly caught his breath and relaxed into the knowledge he was safe and content here. Taken care of.

He would never admit his complicated feelings around being tickled, but he was unable to pick up the walls that had fallen down around him. Sapnap and Dream could see through to his gooey interior.

He mumbled something incoherent as he stretched like a cat and snuggled deeper into their warm hold.

[tellyouily]

an indentation in the shape of you

dnf - tooth-rotting fluff - 1.5k words

post-birthday stream dnf cuddling in bed. that's it. that's the fic

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Before he opened Twitter after ending the stream, George had thought he and Dream had done a good job at keeping their distance at Disney. He had made sure not to linger too long; to keep Sapnap between them whenever they walked; to not reach out and straighten Dream’s gold chain when it was askew, or reach out for his hand when he was itching to.

It had been hard – a bit like what he imagines resisting a magnetic pull must feel like, but he had done it. …Or, he thought he had. More specifically, he thought Dream had done the same.

As it turns out, however, the amount of times Dream looked at him from across the table at the sushi restaurant had been enough to warrant a compilation. Several of them.

It’s a little ridiculous.

Safe at home and ready for bed (in Dream’s bed), George scrolls through them all with a secret smugness. Because although he and Dream had agreed to be low-key on this stream (a concept that, to be fair, has become much more unfamiliar to them with all these months of not being on camera at all), George can’t pretend to be too upset by what he’s seeing on Twitter.

There is something overwhelmingly sweet about the gifs of Dream trying not to stare and failing so miserably.

Dream staring at George taking a sip of his drink, Dream staring at George eating wagyu steak, Dream laughing at everything George says…

George happily copies the links of his favorite tweets and photos and gifs and sends them to Dream for him to see when he gets out of the shower.

Oh, and the way their shoulders kept brushing. Again… and again. It has to have happened a ridiculous amount of times for someone to have made a ‘take a shot every time…’ tweet for it. George sends that one to Dream, too.

He pulls the soft duvet up over his shoulders, basking in the warmth of it along with this endless source of entertainment. Maybe he and Dream really have lost their understanding of personal space like they made it seem today. Maybe that’s what spending every waking moment together gets them. George thinks it’s a price he’s willing to pay.

The door to the ensuite opens with a creak.

“You’re an idiot,” is the first thing Dream says, his phone unlocked in his hand. His hair is fluffy from being freshly washed and dried, and he’s wearing only a t-shirt and boxers. George feels the proverbial magnetic pull get stronger.

He smiles and rolls over to lay flat on his back, letting his phone disappear between the folds of Dream’s silky cotton sheets. He makes a show of closing his eyes; he has situated himself on Dream’s side of the bed, hoping it will annoy him.

It only takes a moment for Dream to notice. He halts at the foot of the bed.

“George,” he says, in what might have been a disapproving tone had it not been for Dream’s inability to turn off his ‘George voice’ when talking to him.

“Mhm?”

There’s a scoff from his direction, but it’s the sweet and frustrated one that always gives George the urge to imitate it. He opens one eye and watches Dream walk around to the other side of the bed, already accepting defeat.

The mattress dips on his right as Dream gets under the covers.

“Ugh,” George gives into the urge to echo him. He rolls onto his side to face Dream, waiting for him to settle.

There is familiarity in practically everything that Dream does; from the way he puts his phone on d.n.d. and double checks that the ringer is off, to the sound of the sheets rustling as he gets comfortable.

George tucks a hand under his pillow. “Did you like what I sent you?”

Dream settles with a sigh and turns his head to the side, finally meeting his gaze. He smiles and says simply, “Yes.”

“Did you see the ‘take a shot every—”

“Yes,” Dream laughs. He lifts his head and pushes his pillow so it’s flush with George’s. “I saw them all. You’re very funny.”

George narrows his eyes. “Well, I didn’t see you hearting all of my messages. As you would’ve done if you had really liked them.”

There is a wall of bedsheets separating them, and for a second, George wishes he had tossed one of the duvets on the floor while Dream was in the shower so there would only be one. So they would have had to share. But he backtracks a second later—they've slept terribly in enough hotel rooms with only one duvet for him to never want that again.

Dream laughs, and there’s a lowness to his voice that gives his tiredness away.

“Alright, I’m hearting them to you now, then. In person,” he says.

And it would be so easy to make fun of him for being a simp right now, but George mercifully decides against it. It’s his birthday. And it’s been a great one, mostly thanks to Dream. So George can be nice tonight.

He’ll save the smart remarks for tomorrow.

“Thank you,” he says, really looking into Dream’s eyes. To show that he means it. “For today.”

Somehow, Dream’s expression gets even softer. He reaches out a hand, brushing the hair from George’s forehead. “Yeah? You had fun?”

George nods. Because he did. And he thinks he will need a few days to really let today sink in—both the birthday celebration here at home, and the overwhelming love and support from everyone who tuned into his long-awaited stream.

Right now, though, he’s happy to be back in this safe cocoon of Dream’s company. With no cameras on either of them.

Dream hums, “Me too. ‘s always fun with you.”

He twirls one of George’s curls around his finger and lets it go again, and it’s yet another familiar thing about him. The only sound in the room is the whoosh of the air-con. George realises that that, too, has started to sound like home.

He smiles to himself. “Is that Dream?” He imitates in a high pitched, but quiet, voice, referencing one of the (many) people who came over to them today.

It’s not so much that they make fun of their fans as laugh at them, fondly.

Dream rolls his eyes, but his smile betrays him. “Stupid.”

In what has become a practiced move, George scooches closer and slips under Dream’s blanket, leaving the other one to slowly fall off the bed. He could sigh at the feeling of Dream pulling him close, holding him. It’s the only birthday present wants for the rest of his life, if he’s honest.

Maybe one duvet can be enough for two, just for tonight. 

“Are you though?” George asks, continuing the bit. although he’s a little distracted by how their faces are close enough for them to share the same air. Dream smells like toothpaste and his vanilla shower gel, mixed with a hint of his cologne.

For his next birthday, George wants that smell bottled.

Dream shrugs, humoring him. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not, his eyes are saying.

Under the blanket he puts a hand on George’s thigh, and had it been a year ago, George’s breath would have hitched in his throat at the touch. Had it been two years ago… he might have fainted. 

Like, actually.

But now; he melts, both used to—and so addicted to—the warmth that travels from the spot Dream touches out to every other part of him.

“It’s still your birthday,” Dream says, his voice hushed.

George hums.

“Anything else you wanna do?”

Quietly, George smiles to himself. He could sense where Dream’s thoughts are drifting from a mile away, with his eyes closed. “Like what?”

Dream shrugs like he has no idea what he’s hinting at. But hidden under the duvet, his hand is inching higher on George’s thigh, toying with the hem of his shorts.

“Like…” Dream trails off, his fingers trailing further.

George opens his eyes and looks at him. “...You impregnating me?”

Dream’s hand pauses, and then, when the comment finally registers, he starts to laugh. A surprised, tired, perfect sound right in George’s ear that goes straight to his heart.

“That’s so dumb,” Dream mumbles, his hand squeezing George’s thigh.

George gives a tiny pinch to his side in retaliation. “You’re the one who said it.”

In front of thousands of people, he almost adds, but swallows it down. He’d like Dream’s hand to go back to trailing upwards. That’s all he wants actually. One last birthday wish before it’s over.

Thankfully, Dream seems to have the same idea.

“Did I?” He asks, feigning innocence as he flips them over in one gentle swoop.

“Oh, you definitely did,” George says with a laugh.

And when Dream dips to his neck, and words lose all importance, George thinks maybe it isn’t so bad that they can’t help but be obvious in public.

Maybe, secretly, he has never really minded at all.

[m-graveyard]

Drunz Bodyguard AU

The Bodyguard was the most picked option so here is the post about it:

Dream is a popular musician and while walking out late at night after a concert gets attacked and burned by a psychotic fan. This leaves him with multiple wounds all over his body, becoming blind in his right eye and where he also has a huge burn on the right side of his face and neck

Sam, who is Dream's manager, decides to hire a bodyguard for Dream as the criminal is still at large. The bodyguard he hires is Punz who is experienced at his job. has worked for multiple successful people and is highly recommended in his field

Punz is told by Sam to protect Dream in the way of 'protect him so we can make more money' instead of 'protect him as he went through a traumatic event'; Sam is also trying to force Dream to go along with doing a comeback tour even though Dream isn't ready to perform

Punz originally thinks that Dream is a snobby rude person who thinks the world is at his feet like all the other people Punz worked for in the past. Dream snaps at Punz and everyone around him which reaffirms how Punz thinks about him

When Punz finds Dream backstage after a rehearsal, he gets punched by Dream when he taps him on the shoulder. At first, Punz is angry and is thinking about quitting when he notices that Dream is crying

Turns out that a stagehand said something that triggered Dream and made him experience a flashback of the night of the attack and he lashed out because he thought Punz was his attacker.

Eventually, Punz realizes that Dream being mean to everyone is a self-defense mechanism when he is afraid and realizes that Dream needs to get more help than what he had received after the attack

As Punz helps Dream get better (ie. helping him sneak out to a festival Dream wanted to attend that Sam told him he couldn't go to, find another therapist as the first therapist didn't help Dream get to the root of his problems, reach out to Dream's old friends Sapnap and George who he drifted apart from while his career was taking off), the two slowly begin to develop feelings for one another

And nothing bad will ever happen

Jk, Punz gets shot and Dream gets kidnapped by his attacker

That's all I will reveal bye!

[mcytunderdogevent]

MCYT UNDERDOG EVENT RULES, TIMELINE, FAQ, AND ELIGIBILITY

Rules:

1. Fics cannot break the AO3 or Tumblr TOS

2. You can only write for people who are not in the top percent of fics in their fandom (check below for eligibility). Non eligible characters may be in the fic, but only as a side characters and cannot have too much of a main focus

3. No NSFW. Suggestive stuff is fine, but the fic cannot be explicit.

4. That's it! Have fun!

Timeframe

Event start: Now! As soon as this is posted!

Collection opens: Collection name is MCYTUnderdogEvent2024

Event ends: May 31 at 10pm cst, with the close of the collection

FAQ

How will eligibility be determined?

It will be determined by the amount of fics the character is tagged in for the fandom in question. Then, the characters with the most fics for them (about top ten for larger fandoms, will change depending on the fandom/smp size) will be excluded

What about characters who are in a lot of fics but not the main character?

Sadly, they will still be excluded if they are in the top percent, as there is no way to consistently tell main characters without searching through fics, which would take too long.

What about non player characters, like NPCs?

They are considered characters for this! Some are even popular enough that they aren't eligible! So if you want to write about an NPC who is eligible, go for it!

Do fics need to be a certain length?

Nope! Can be a drabble, a one shot, a multi chapter, or a small poem! All it has to be is about one or more of the eligible characters.

Do fics have to be finished to add them to the collection?

They do not have to be! It can be a fic that you plan to work on even after the event ends, or just an idea you want to get out there

Eligibility

To avoid having to write too many names (as the eligible characters outnumber the non eligible characters) the characters listed below for each fandom are the non eligible characters. Your fic cannot focus on any of these characters. If the fandom you want to write for is not listed below, then all characters in that fandom are eligible! List below as to not make this post too long.

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Impulse

Tango

Pearl

Bdubs

Doc

Etho

Traffic life:

Grian

Scar

Jimmy

Scott

Martyn

Tango

Joel

Etho

Pearl

Ren

DSMP:

Tommy

Wilbur

Techno

Phil

Dream

Tubbo

Ranboo

Quackity

Sapnap

George

QSMP:

Phil

Cellbit

Roier

Quackity

Tallulah

Wilbur

Foolish

Badboyhalo

Charlie Slimecicle

Chayanne

Lifesteal:

Clownpierce

Branzy

Ashswag

Reddoons

Princezam

ParrotX2

Vitalasy

ItzSubz

Spokeishere

Rekrap

Empires:

Jimmy

Scott

Joel

Fwip

Sausage

Evo:

Grian

Jimmy

Martyn

Witchcraft:

Scott

Cleo

Yogscast:

Alex

Chris

Ross

Lewis

Duncan

Rats smp:

Scott

Owen

Martyn

Jimmy

Oli

YHS:

Sam

Grian

Taurtis

Pirates SMP:

Scott

Acho

Martyn

Owen

Sausage

Cleo

Oli

Origins SMP:

Tommy

Phil

Ranboo

Techno

Tubbo

Nihachu

Jack Manifold

Scott

Sneeg

[purpleglitch]

I think c!sapnap and scg!sapnap would fight whenever the topic of dteam gets brought up, c!sap is hurt and expresses that through angry remarks about how they left him, one sleeping his life away leaving him behind with the weight of kinoko on his shoulders and the other betrayed him and made him feel like their friendship was worthless to the point sap promised he would kill his brother if he ever escaped prison. And that makes scg!sap so angry because scg!dnf both gave their lives so he could live until the final day and win for their sacrifice, how scg!dream protected him with his own body so the tryhards wouldn't kill him and scg!george stayed by his side the rest of the games until the final three and how he can still feel the warmth of george's blood falling on his face when he got shot twice in front of him.

Meanwhile dedsafio!sap is like "who is dream and george???"

[sketchehm]

Spreen has a scar on his eye, it happened when he was in a building and it exploded, pieces of glass fell on his face, leaving him with an uneven and meaningless scar, now, Quackity has a scar on the same eye as Spreen, they don't have the same shape and Quackity's is relatively smaller, it starts from the eyebrow to the corner of the lip with an almost straight shape, showing that it was made by someone, while Spreen's starts from his forehead to the corner of his lip in a meaningless zig zag shape, they both have long black hair with a pointed shape

once, he entered the basement now more decorated and with more things, it was dark, I just wanted to see what everything was fine and maybe play a little with the cats

He never expected Dream to pin him down, when Dream realized it was just Spreen he murmured in sleepy forgiveness he mentioned that Spreen looked a lot like Quackity from afar

Spreen after that cut his hair like when he was a kid (just thinking that he looks like Quackity in the slightest makes him angry)

ANYWAYS Stockholm Syndrome YEAH

Shadoune is Dream's favorite to hug, he is tall enough for him to be comfortable, but thin and small enough so that Dream can completely wrap his arms around him and snuggle, Shadoune and Serpias are the most open to physical contact, it is the most normal in the world to see them snuggling with Dream, Sapnap and George, while the most reserved ones are Spreen, Farfadox and Conter, Spreen is only affectionate when he is drunk, drugged or very exhausted, simply he collapses like a huge cat, Farfadox just pats Sapnap on the back and that's it, he gets very tense when someone else tries to hug or grab him, and Conter is very uncomfortable when you try to hug him, he always tries to escape from the hug

I also think that at some point the basement becomes a luxury room for all the things that the team mafia just starts bringing to the dteam as gifts (btw I think Spreen gives them heads of enemies that he thinks are important enough so that dteam has them for decoration) Idk I like to think of them cuddling

I also thought that Coldified should be in the AU but he is not part of any mafia, he is a professional hitman who has managed to kill people with a single shot completely alone, is stupendously good at his work and everyone is surprised when they realize how young he is (he started working as a hitman when he was 15 and his name as the best hitman in the world began to be heard when he was 16) he is completely neutral but he is a good friend of the team mafia and admires Dream a lot

Spreen 🥺🥺

He's in front of the mirror in a bathroom haphazardly cutting his hair and just planning on ways to make Q's life hell once he's given the go ahead. Mumbling and grumbling about which finger to cut off first. One of them will pass the bathroom and think "Ah yes. Spreen is going through one of them 20s life crisises. Time to hide the bleach."

I think Spreen is also hit with this realization how /hurt/ Dream really is about the whole betrayal. (He thinks about how Serpias was absolutely destroyed by Bana's....)

Anyways.

I think it's amazing to think about how Sapnap is explaining to Dream and George on who likes to cuddle and who doesn't pfft He makes a diagram with really badly drawn picture of each of them and says who likes hugs and who doesn't. Who gives the most praise and who gives the least.

"If you mess up, like uhhh, I forget to put my bloody clothes in a separate pile sometimes....Goncho always forgets too so you can blame him for that."

Dream takes it very seriously, this is important intel! George just can't believe this was what they're doing now....

When Dream and George start experiencing the different mannerisms of each member, they understand why Sapnap was trying to give them lessons beforehand. Like yea Sapnap said Spreen gifted weird stuff but it's just Spreen so it's fine! That's just how he is!

George is thinking 'Cat,' as he's looking at the dismembered hand Spreen has brought them....

I was also thinking about Coldi in this and I didn't know know where to place him! (I've also thought about Sylvee a lot too, but I think that's for another time).

So the hit man route for him fits perfectly me thinks!

Dream will be introduced to Coldi at one point in the future and it's like, yea he's heard of the guy from Sapnap a few times, even before Sapnap was traded. And he's just looking at a kid.

And Dream, being polite, will tell him "Oh yea, I've heard you're good."

Coldi, coldhearted sniper and hitman, just giggling and showing his age :3c

Dream knows him!!! Omg!!! Coldi will say thank you hehehehe!!

Dream is kinda like :0! Cause it's very apparent Coldi admires him and that is. New. To Dream. People don't very much /admire/ him. He's only recently begun to accept that the Team very legitimately respect him and his work as a Don. So having this up and comer kid know /Dream/. A disgraced don, had his family always constantly hit with betrayals and issues and problems, and thinks Dream is still one of the best crime bosses around???

Dream likes Coldi more than he let's on (just wishes the kid wouldn't throw himself in such danger even if he's good, still has his whole life ahead of him) Coldi is very excited to get to work with Dream more hehe, best day ever!

[alittledizzy]

dnf + 28 (bc i am v interested what kinda scenario you'd come up w!!)

…as a lie.

oh boy i'm sorry this one is just pure angst

Do it for the camera. Do it for the stream. Do it for a joke. It's a joke. It's a meme. It doesn't mean anything.

George's lips on his for half a second, no more. Barely even a kiss. Dream doesn't have time to register it, much less remember it.

Then George is laughing, cackling, because no one thought he would. No one thought he'd actually do it but Sapnap talked him into two shots before they hit the go live button and George is definitely feeling them.

Dream is feeling - something. Sick. Mostly sick, yeah.

He's kissed a lot of men, but never George, because he wanted it to mean something when he kissed George. He didn't want to just be on a list with Karl and whoever else George kisses <I>for the meme</i>.

Sapnap is loudly proclaiming that George must be straight because that was a pathetic ass kiss and Dream feels like he's going to lose his lunch. He tries to smile but he knows it doesn't work and he knows when George notices because he sees the sudden confusion.

Not regret. Nothing so alarming as that. George is just confused. Because why would Dream care that they kissed on stream, when everyone knows they're nothing to each other?

Best friends. Brothers. Dream would punch something but his limbs feel shaky, like he's been injected with too much adrenaline.

He shakes his head minutely at George and tips his chin down. George gives him a tight, bewildered smile. The stream will go nuts over that.

But that's fine, he reckons. It's all for them, after all, isn't it?