#awesamdude drabble

[prettytoxicrevolver]

13. With Sam?

You swear your boyfriend Sam is practically unscareable.

You had tried everything you could think of, but to no avail. Sam was truly impossible to scare.

The two of you had decided to run errands for the day and your last stop for the day was spirit Halloween. You had been wanting to stop by for a while now so you could finally get some costume ideas. You and Sam had been wandering around for a bit, separating and coming back together as you walk throughout the store.

You get to the mask section when an idea occurs to you and you hunt the shelves for the scariest mask you can find. You check it out, making sure nothing was on the inside before slipping it over your head. You sneak over to where you last saw Sam and spot him looking at some of the Halloween decor.

Just as he starts to turn towards you, you rush forward and jump out adding a shriek for dramatic effect. Sam doesn’t even flinch, just lowers his head as a small smirk rests on his lips when he realizes it’s you.

“Oh come on!” You sigh, pulling the mask off your face and glaring at your boyfriend.

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute,” he says and you groan and lightly shove him away from you.

“You suck,” you mutter.

“I love you too,” he sing songs, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you out of the store.

[cherubim-of-vvkastel]

💭 + Dancing

Do your characters know how to dance? Who’s the best dancer, and who constantly steps on their partner’s toes? How do they ask someone to dance? What’s their favorite dance style? Etc. etc.

c!Awesamdude

Sam is definitely one of my less coordinated muses when it comes to casual dancing. Depending on whether he's a centaur or bipedal, his ability to dance shifts in many ways. He's never received any official dance lessons unless you want to count swaying from side to side while he's working his many jobs.

After the creation of Las Nevadas, however, Sam had stepped up his game to keep bringing in business and money in any way possible. It's no secret that Sam works at the Las Nevadas club or was supposed to after it was officially opened.

If you ask Sam to slow dance with you, there is a very high chance he will step on your toes or hold onto you so tight his claws tear your shirt. If you ask Sam to show you how he likes to dance, you'll find yourself sitting down while Sam spins and twists around a pole as if it is an extension of himself.

He's far more comfortable on a stage dancing with himself than a partner, so it is incredibly rare for him to ask someone to dance unless it's in the comfort of his own home. In that case, he'll kick on some jazzy country-style tunes and spin you around with no rhyme or rhythm.

c!Luzuriaga

Luzu doesn't dance — or at least that's what he'll try to tell you. Overall, Luzu isn't necessarily good or bad at dancing. He's perfectly average. With a body built for archery and running, he has no issues dipping his partners or catching them if they stumble, but don't expect him to pull any crazy calculated moves.

Luzu's always preferred watching others dance as opposed to getting involved himself, though he has a massive soft spot for holding a partner close and swaying side to side.

He feeds off of others and their energy, so if they're jumping all around, he's guaranteed to eventually laugh and dance with at least a little more energy than before.

c!Punz

Dance is Punz's first language. It is the language they speak before opening their mouth, the language they constantly express despite their pursed lips or deep looks. As a bee hybrid, they often express their emotions and needs through body language — shimmying their shoulders, tapping their feet, and shivering with full body shakes. Dance comes as naturally to Punz as breathing.

Because dance acts more as a language than an art form for Punz, they don't mind any specific style. They can pick up on the subtle intentions between certain types of dance on top of the feelings of the dancers themselves.

Gestures, gestures, gestures, everything Punz does revolves around movements. When they speak, they have to sign it out physically, or else it doesn't seem to have the right emphasis on it. Even when they try to keep still, their wings will rub together in an antsy buzz, and they will shift on their feet.

They will never get upset if someone grabs them and starts swaying (curious, maybe, but never upset). Safe to say, Punz is dancing with everyone every chance they get!

c!Quackity

If you want to keep your toes in tack, do not dance with Quackity. She has the worst duck feet you have ever seen. There is no dancing bone in her body as she stumbles over a chorus or staggers in her heels after a quick spin.

No matter how much time you spend trying to teach Quackity how to dance, she will somehow always find a way to step on your toe or foot or will slip up over her own shoes like a newborn lamb still gathering her bearings. It's quite funny when you consider that she's never on the dance floor save for when she's handing out drinks or encouraging people to give it a shot.

Quackity is a host first and foremost. She will be a pretty face with an even prettier mouth, but don't expect much of a show on the types of dances she's capable of doing. Ballroom? She can't keep the motions. Tango? She'll fall and drag you down with her. Hip-hop? The only thing spinning with her is her eyes when she's landed on her ass in front of a crowd.

If you happen to have the patience to try to teach her, Quackity will prove to be a laughing mess who can't keep a straight face. You'll eventually land yourself jumping around like an uncoordinated toddler and having just as much fun regardless.

c!Sapnap

For the sake of this headcanon, consider that c!BBH is Sapnap's canonical father; I've always thought about how a presumed immortal demon would raise another much younger demon. Sapnap was raised to adjust to the ever-changing history and life of the Overworld. He would have been faced with monarchy sooner or later.

Because of this, Sapnap was taught how to ballroom dance from a very young age. It was one of their pastimes as father and son, spinning around in an open field while BBH hummed a tune for them to keep beat to. As a kid, he wasn't perfect, but it was an excellent way to get his wildfire energy under control.

As an adult, Sapnap doesn't find as much time to dance as he used to, especially since he's separated from his father and had to deal with several wars and the constant shifting of a monarchy to presidencies — he also just thinks no one would want to dance with him.

When he does get the chance, Sapnap is phenomenal. He tends to shift from the follower to the lead depending on his partner's comfort level, but regardless, he is smooth and graceful. He insists that it isn't just the lead who controls the dance but the follower's job to keep pace and compliment every turn to create the right feel.

Sapnap has always been on the more shy end of inviting others to dance. Sometimes, he'll just offer his hand; other times, he's moping and muttering that he's bored, and they "might as well show everyone up." If it genuinely means something deep to him, he'll grin like a dork and mock a bow, "Dance with me, yeah? C'mon, dude, I can't do it alone."

These are just a few of my muses! Thank you for the headcanon suggestion <3

[dreamerstreamer]

Hi! I’m a big fan of your blog and saw that you were opening drabble requests! I was wondering if you could do some Sam fluff?? Nothing super specific just cuddles or something??

“why are you so tall?”

sam paused behind you, then curled his arms a fraction tighter around your waist as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “what do you mean, why am i so tall?”

you traced a finger along one of the veins in his arm, frowning slightly. “i mean what i said,” you mumbled, leaning back against his chest. you felt his toes curl beneath you, and you sighed. “you’re so tall, and it’s just not fair.”

he chuckled against you, the rumbling of his chest sending a shiver down your spine. “you can ask my momma, if you’d like,” he hummed softly in your ear, his voice raspy and low. “i don’t think she’d be able to change my height, though.”

you let out a quiet giggle at that, sliding your fingers into the space between his as you inhaled his familiar scent of fresh linen and oak. “that’s alright,” you said, lifting his hand to press a soft kiss to his knuckles.

“i like you as you are.”

[ray-ray-writings]

HELLO RAY! I have a sorta cute image prompt for you to possibly do? Idk it's cute to me so ima just day it, it's a Sam x Reader. Now they aren't together in it but actually get together in it, so basically we all know Sam has adopted Tommy at this point, but what if the Reader did the same thing *gasp*! Sort like a mother figure? But anyway, it's clear that Sam and the reader like each other but are awkward about it because reasons, so Tommy does as Tommy does and becomes WingmanInnit and attempts to get the two together, with out actually saying to either of them that's what he's doing. Thank you for doing this if you do💙💙💙 have a good day or night, make sure to eat/drink/take your meds, and have a good nap you deserve it!

HELLO FRIEND! I’m so sorry this took so long to write but I really hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! This is a fem! reader because reader is referred to as “a mother figure” but you can honestly just pretend it’s “parental figure” and make it gender neutral! 

Honey Barbecue-Awesamedude

You first met Tommy while you were walking the Prime Path back to your home from a trip to gather a specific type of wood. You quite literally crashed into the boy because he was so beaten up and disoriented that he didn’t even notice you and ran right into you. Your hands immediately reach up and grab onto the younger boy’s upper arms to stabilize him. “Tommy?” His bright blue eyes meet yours and you can tell he’s pretty out of it. “Okay kiddo, let’s get you to my house huh?” 

With a little bit of struggle, you manage to get Tommy into your home and into your bed. Once his head hits your pillows, he’s out cold. You carefully clean him up and patch up his wounds before setting a glass of water by his bed and leaving him in the room. 

Tommy doesn’t come out of the room until around sundown. He’s yawning, but he looks so confused but when his eyes meet yours, everything seems to come back to him. He gets this really sheepish look on his face and he rubs the back of his neck. “Hey… Sorry about earlier. Thanks for taking care of me.” 

You give him a bright smile and nod, “Of course, Tommy. There’s no need to be sorry. It’s something anyone would do. Now come sit down. Dinner is almost ready.” Tommy hesitates for only a moment before seeming to get a whiff of whatever it is you’re cooking and making his way to the table and seating himself. 

You force Tommy to stay the night at your house. It was getting really late and you didn’t want to run the risk of him getting into more trouble and hurting himself even further. He left once daybreak came, but that wouldn’t the last time he’d be spending the night at your house. 

After that day, you kind of became like a mother figure to Mr. Tommy. You were always there for him and he always had a place in your home. You were one of the only people that was always on Tommy’s side no matter what and was able to remember that he was a liter child that needed to be taken care of. There was only one other person in the entire SMP that looked after Tommy like you did… And Tommy believed that you two would make a perfect couple. 

You and Sam were the only ones that looked out for Tommy for no other reason than to look after him. You two had kind of become the young boy’s unofficial parents. Yes, Tommy had his own house, but most nights he could be found in either your’s or Sam’s house. 

You and Sam knew each other, of course you knew each other. You two interacted sometimes but most of your conversations were about Tommy. Even with your limited conversations, you both quickly caught feelings for each other. The mutual care over Tommy was something you bonded over as well as, Tommy definitely doesn’t stop talking about you. You both had fallen for each other through your shared love of the boy that you considered your son, but also his words that he spoke about the two of you. 

It would have been impossible not to fall in love with him. 

However, it almost would be more impossible to tell him that you were in love with him. 

And the same goes for him. Sam had feelings for you, but there was no way in hell he would ever tell you that. 

This doesn’t make your feelings for each other any less obvious to one Mr. Tommyinnit. Contrary to popular belief, Tommy isn’t stupid. He’s very smart and very observant and he could tell almost instantly that the two of you clicked and that you two had developed feelings for each other. But it was also very obvious that you two knew of your feelings, but refused to acknowledge them.

He was going to fix that. 

Sam had informed Tommy that he had made a nice steak dinner for supper that night and that he really would love it to have company over to share it with. Tommy saw this as the perfect opportunity to push you two together. Tommy told you that Sam had invited you two over for dinner that night and you believed him. So you dressed up in a cute outfit and at 10 minutes till, you and Tommy headed over to Sam’s place. 

Sam was very surprised to find you standing at his door with Tommy, but it was a very pleasant surprise and one that he welcomed. Sam moved out of the way of the doorway and allowed you inside. You turned back around to face him and Tommy and found an odd sight. Tommy was still standing outside, staring down at his communicator. “Everything alright Tommy?” You ask, a little concerned as to who he was messaging. 

Tommy’s head snaps up and meets your eyes, a small smirk forms on his face as he speaks. “Oh yeah. I’m fine… Tubbo not so much. I have to go help him. I don’t know how long it will take. Go ahead and eat without me.” 

Not realizing what he was doing, you jumped in, “Oh! Is he okay? Do we need to come help?” 

“No, no, no, no. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. You two being there will probably just embarrass him. Seriously, enjoy your time together,” Tommy tells the two of you before turning and running away. 

Sam knows what the child had just pulled, you not so much. Sam could only glare after the boy but once he turns around his eyes find your frame, they soften. “Should we follow him? I know he said it’s fine but I don’t want--” 

“Y/N. It’s Tommy and Tubbo. They’ll be fine. If not, they have their communicators. But if you want to leave, I would completely under--” “No! No. I want to be here… with you.” 

There was a beat of awkward silence before Sam cleared his throat and held out his hand to you. “Well in that case, may I?” You carefully reach your hand out and let him grab it. He gingerly leads you through his house and to his kitchen table where he carefully guides you to sit down in a chair before pushing you in. He walks over to the counter and picks up two plates that he prepared right before the knock on the door and sits one down in front of you before sitting himself down with the other one. 

“I hope everything tastes okay. I’m not the best chef but I wanted to do something nice for once,” Sam tells you sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck and looking anywhere but your face. Even though he’s not looking at you, you offer him a sweet smile and a laugh. 

“I’m sure it will taste great Sam,” you assure the creeper hybrid as you pick up your fork and knife. Sam copies your motions and gives you a big smile and together you begin to dig into the meal. 

The food tastes great. Sam really undersold himself, and you were sure to let him know. You complimented his cooking over and over as you two dined and chatted. It was really cute to watch his freckles light up as a form of blush to coat his cheeks under your heavy praise. A lot of the time all he could manage to get out in response was a small “thank you.” 

The conversation flowed naturally between you two as you discovered you had a lot more in common than just caring for Tommy. You two talked about what you did for work and what you did for fun. Some of the conversation revolved around Tommy, but not a whole lot. You mostly used your experience with Tommy as a way to jump from on topic to another. 

You two continue to talk even after you’re done eating. You help Sam clean up, despite his protests, and you two take a seat on his couch and talk for a while more. You two snap out of your conversation when one of the redstone clocks he’d made chimes loudly letting the two of you know that it was now 10pm (2200). You’re both shocked about how late it had gotten, and although you wanted to keep talking, you knew you should probably get home. 

Sam, ever the gentleman, offers to walk you home, and you still wanting to be able to spend a little more time with him, you accept. Together, the two of you walk back to your house. Sam has his sword just in case but no mobs bother you. You two get to your front door sooner than you would have liked. The two of you stop and turn toward each other in front of your door. 

“Well… This is me,” you state after a few moments of silence. 

“This is you… I had a really nice time tonight Y/N… Would we be able to do this again sometime?” 

A wide smile spreads across your face as you nod a little frantically, “Yeah. Yeah, I would love that.”

There are a few more moments of silence before Sam takes a deep breath and then blurts out, “Can I kiss you?” 

You’re surprised at the question, but you find yourself giving him a small nod. Sam seems a little shocked at your answer, but his hand comes up and cups the side of your face and he ever so slowly leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You immediately melt into him, your hands finding their way onto his chest and slowly dragging up onto his shoulders and you pull him a little bit closer to you. His other hand finds itself on your waist, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss. 

The kiss ends too soon for your taste, but you also know that if it didn’t end when it did, you’re not sure it would have ever ended. Sam gives you a soft smile after pulling away. He carefully removes his hands from your body, you doing the same. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

“Goodnight Sam.” 

You stand there, back pressed against your front door, watching after him until he was no longer in your eyesight. You let out a small dreamy sigh before turning around and letting yourself into your own house. 

You are immediately startled by the presence of a teenage boy sitting in your kitchen, gorging himself on what looks like some chicken wings. “What the heck are you doing here? Is everything okay? Is Tubbo okay?” You ramble out as you rush further into the kitchen, placing yourself between beside him, your eyes scanning over his body, making sure that he’s okay. 

Tommy just rolls his eyes and laughs, “Tubbo’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine. I just needed a place to eat my wings. Wings for a wingman. I’d say I’m a pretty successful wingman?”

It was then that it hit you. Tubbo never really needed help with anything. Tommy didn’t leave you two alone to help Tubbo. He had set you up. Tommy had forced you and Sam to be alone together because he knew that this would happen. That the two of you would fall deeper and in turn would admit that you had feelings for one another…. This sneaky, meddling kid. 

You wanted to be mad. You really did. But you couldn’t find it in you to be mad at the boy for giving you the opportunity to go out on a date with the man you had been crushing on for many weeks now. So instead of taking the time to scold him, you instead opted to playfully push Tommy’s head before snatching a wing from his plate. 

Tommy opened his mouth to complain but fell silent at the sight of your playful glare. “Now, I will be taking this honey barbeque wing and will be heading off to bed. Clean up after yourself and get to sleep soon. Goodnight kiddo.” Tommy gives you a small smile and a nod before wishing you goodnight as well. You turn on your heel and walk out of the room toward your bedroom. But right before you were about to exit, you stop and turn back around. 

“Hey Tommy?” You call, drawing his attention to you. You give him a soft smile before raising the wing you had taken from his plate. “Thank you for being our wingman.” And with that you turn on your heel once more and continue on your way to your room. Even though he’s a sneaky, meddling kid, you couldn’t help but be very thankful for the boy that had brought you and Sam close together… You’ll have to make sure he’s the best man at the wedding. 

[lookinghalfacorpse]

all these lives and you’ve never learned a damn thing.  au where c!dream and c!sam have met many, many times in the past.

tw: mentions of violence, injury, blood, typical c!awesamdude behavior, implied c!awesamdream

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1)

- there’s only one, rotting book in the basement of philza’s cabin that tells the whole story.  a god of creation and destruction, sharp-featured and bright-eyed, and the Warden created to contain him.  the Wardens are a unique breed-- blind and single-minded, yet with a superior sense of hearing and smell, bound to darkness and skulk.  their name states their simple purpose: to imprison. no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god, the agony is eternal. even if he escaped, what would he face?  the angry and jealous pantheon that locked him away?  the mortals who no longer worship?  in his hands is the power of revival, and that’s exactly what he does; he recreates himself, later in the timeline, breathing air free of skulk spores for the first time in eons and praying that the future is kinder.

- (the Warden wails and screams, finding his prisoner gone.  when the God Prisoner cried, it was beautiful-- when the Warden cries, his sonic shrieks destroy the city around him)

- (what is his purpose now?  what name do they call him?  he was yours, he was yours, he was YOURS.)

2)

- he is a farmhand, and he is gentle.  a young man interested in racing, both on foot and on horseback, and he’s good at what he does.  he enjoys the company of close friends who he’s known since childhood.  some have moved to the city to study in big school-towns (’universities’, he thinks?  ‘campuses’?  is there a difference?) but he isn’t interested, and he feels claustrophobic in the crowds.  his horses need him.  historians discover a mural buried deep underground-- a depiction of a god of creation and destruction.  sharp-featured and bright-eyed.  the gods of old have locked him away, it says.  yet, he appears to be standing and breathing, right there in the stables, wearing muddy boots.

-superstition leads them to send five warriors after him.  among them, a childhood friend who studied in the city, mastering forgery, weaponry, and engineering.  he doesn’t make it easy for them-- he’s a runner, after all.  the chase is long. arduous.  he’s hungry, and there’s no time to stop.

- (an arrow through his left lung.  he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood.  in his escape, he exploded the mural.  he doesn’t know why he did it.  spite, he supposes.  when the Goddess of Death takes him, she recognizes him, and she wonders if he’ll try again)

3)

- he is a traveler, and he is free.  a giant box of oddities and antiques is bound to his back, and he visits various villages to make a few sales before moving on.  he spends several days in a busy port town, befriending the locals.  he hears rumors of the prince-- an intelligent but aloof sort who spends time in the marketplace, enjoying what’s left of his youth before he inherits the crown.  he laughs-- you only hear about disguised princes in fairy tales.  he sells a hand-painted bowl from lands far south of the ocean to a handsome man with broad shoulders.

- (’he looks like a god,’ the prince thinks.  he’s not sure where the thought came from.)

- (he was yours, he was YOURS--)

- (”bring me the traveler in the green cloak,” he tells his guards, “he’ll be a fine addition to the throne room.”)

4)

- a butterfly and a spider.  the spider will not bite, but the web holds strong.  starvation settles.

5)

-  he is young, and he is in love.  he’s also a warrior, and he wears many scars on his skin, but he’s not thinking about that right now.  he’s known the blacksmith for years, and he’s thinking of a new way to fluster him.  hand-feed him an expensive chocolate from the neighboring town?  ask the tailor down the road to make something special?  even complimenting his craftsmanship seems to be enough these days.  the push and pull of new romance has helped him recover from the bloodshed-- he sees the chance for a new life, and it comes from the same man who made his weapons.

- “your handiwork kept me alive on that field, you know.”

6)

-  a piece of a broken mural lies underground.  a young king excavates the land, and it’s tossed into the ocean with every other rock and stone.  a lab is built there instead, and atop it, a mighty castle.

-  "I'm basically immortal! i don't have an heir because i won't ever need one. i'll just rule forever! and look-- the villagers are living much better lives with everything i taught them, and it's only gonna get better!" the king is charming, at least. clearly passionate about his work. but...

- "so what do you need me for?" he asks. he was only passing by, after all. on the run after his own kingdom was ransacked. the defeat was heavy on his shoulders, but he still had his life, and it was all he needed.

- "i-- what? isn't it obvious?" he paces, his hands splayed. "i want you safe inside these walls. with me." (he was YOURS) "just me and you. Don't... don't make me ask twice."

7)

-  the power of revival is in his hands again. he feels his heart beating in his chest. he makes plans.  he designs a structure-- dark and gruesome (no human could survive in the skulk for long, but for a god--) (starvation settles) (he’s gasping and retching on the ground, drowning in his own blood).

- (praying that the future is kinder...)

- “c’mon, punz,” he says, “sam is the only one who can do this.  trust me on this.”

[dreamcatcherrs]

hey hun<3 i wanted to pop in and ask if you have a headcanon nicknames for the mcyt’s s/o coming up? like i totally can imagine techno calling his s/o “darlin’” in the techno way of no “g” on the end and sam calling his s/o “honey” or any of them calling their s/o “sweetheart” & i know you’d do my ideas justice with your amazing writing<3

+ just yes, anon this is such a cute ask

pet names; mcyt x reader

dream:

baby, doll, mine

mostly uses baby bc it’s the most casual pet name to him

likes using doll whenever he wants something from you

or when he’s feeling cocky and wants to make you flustered

“oh, did I make you blush, doll?”

he usually calls you his when he’s jealous or just feeling some special typa way that day

when cuddle hours are open, he’s all about calling you all kinds of pet names, though

georgenotfound:

HONEY!!, baby (my little baby), cutie

fuck, he loves calling you honey

and definitely makes a pun like “bc you're so sweet😏”

if he’s really in the mood, he’ll practically just shower you with a bunch of random, stupid names

“my wittle baby.”

“you're such a little cutie, y/n.”

kinda cute, not gonna lie

he uses pet names A LOT

even without noticing

sapnap:

babe, cutie pie, sweetie

he calls you pet names very often

like, deadass, every sentence

uses babe more frequently

and mostly only that specific pet name when in front of the bois

where he on the other hand would stick to other pet names in private

especially when he is being a lil softie

cause that’s for your eyes only

badboyhalo:

muffinhead, pumpkin, sweetie

this man LOVES calling you pet names

can literally do all kinds

but I just stuck with these three because I feel like those are his personal favourites

wouldn't mind it if you also gave him pet names🥺

thinks pet names are a cuter alternative to your name and that’s why he likes them so much

technoblade:

DARLIN’!!!, prince/princess, sweetheart

big darlin’ energy right here

quite likes using pet names

they bring more affection to his words

which is great, ‘cause that can be a struggle of his

he’d probably only use pet names on you in private

bc he’s not big on pda

but he is ✨blushy✨ whenever you call him by a pet name

wilbur soot:

love, sweetheart, baby

wilby is all for pet names

wether it’s whispering them to you

yelling them at you (like, if he was proud of you)

or simply just using them in normal conversation

he loves giving you cute little names

and has no shame calling you by a pet name in public

corpse husband:

mine, baby, kitten

waddup baby

need I say more?

I could totally imagine him being all about calling you all sorts of pet names

but these are just his favourites

likes calling you his, just like dream

must be that leo energy…

likes seeing you get all flustered by the names he calls you

skeppy:

baby, sweetie, angel

he uses baby a lot

probably more than your actual name tbh

at times where he really feels the need to show you some love;

he likes using angel

bc in his eyes you are just an actual angel to him

overall really likes using pet names on you

karl jacobs:

honestly, I could see him calling you any pet name

his personal favourite is prince/princess🤭

he can go for any pet name

like, it just sounds good coming from his mouth

calls you shit like cutie patootie and makes it sound good

like, no one gets it

anyways, he’s also a big fan of pet names

fundy:

sweetheart, honey, baby

he’s kinda a shy boi with pet names

but warms up to it eventually bc he finds that even though he gets flustered easily, he likes calling you by a pet name a lot

cuddle hours are where they get used the most

or when you haven’t seen each other for a while

like, literally only a few days

then he can get kinda crazy with the names

quackity:

BABE!!, shorty, sweetie

even if you are taller than him, he will call you short in some way, shape or form

and shorty just does the job

but babe is just what he calls you on a daily basis

at this point it’s become your name

doesn't have a lot of different pet names

but the ones he likes he uses a lot

punz:

babe, baby, sweetie

only really uses baby when he’s whiny or wants something from you

“but babyyy.”

uses babe a lot tho

doesn't use pet names that often

and sometimes even just calls you by your name

but babe is still very famous in his name book

awesamdude:

honey, sweetie, darling

sam wants to call you by a pet name SO OFTEN

like, you have no idea how many times this man just looks at you in complete adoration

of course he’d want to shower you with pet names

like karl, he could definitely use any pet name and it would just work

can be hesitant with using them, but does anyway bc he can't resist

eret:

prince/princess, angel, sweetheart

literally any name that has a special sweetness to it is the kinda name he likes to use

I could definitely see him using pet names when teasing you

or wanting you to get flustered

with a few deep whispers in your ear

he just loves everything about it

tommyinnit:

button, girlfriend/boyfriend, bitch

okay, deadass

he doesn't use pet names a lot

only in very soft moments

but then feels instant regret

he’s a shy boy, let’s admit it

likes being called by a pet name, but would never admit to it

tubbo:

cutie, adorable

at times where he can't hold back his overpowering feelings for you

the names just fall out

he can't stop it, even if he wanted to

usually slips up if you're being clumsy

or if he’s secretly admiring you

but he’s shy about it, too

ranboo:

idiot, babe, sweetheart

calls you idiot a lot that it’s almost a pet name in itself

so it earns a place on the list😌

is a little more open about pet names than tubbo and tommy

but it’s something he has to get used to at first

I feel like he's not really a “babe” guy

but then again he is ???

idk, I could just imagine him saying it a lot

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[modx-reborn]

The week leading up to Halloween Fic list:

These are all the planned fics I have to come for the six days before Halloween, as all hallows eve is important to my family for both the day my dad got married and other reasons.

SO! you get these six and that's all.

Sleeping beauty - Eret

There was no way of knowing that George had a god up his sleeve, and now here you are, a long sleep. Not eternal, no just long enough that the old conversations come to the front of their mind, even asleep you are theirs to use.

The labyrinth - Sam

There were stories of the place, a winding maze of corridors and checkpoints with a most curious thing in the centre. A creeper hybrid that had taken the place of another in these obsidian walls.

Dragons hoard - Dream

He's a menace, he's the reason we hide the things we love. He is a sweet boy in need of love, he is a lover above all else, and he is a dragon hybrid with a hoard of things that he knows you will love, just like you will love him.

A family of demons - Wilbur, Techno, Philza

Wilbur is the voice in your church halls, the one that sings the loudest, that calls you to him, that leaves those holy days desecrated with your sin.

Techno is the one that comes for you in the day, beckoning you to clean his wounds and taste the iron when he kisses you.

Philza is the one that comes at night, hands keeping you pinned in place under the veil of void wings, taking your voice and leaving you dazed with his name on your tongue unspoken in the morning.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

12 scenario and 34 dialogue with Sam?

Sam jogs down the stairs and into your living room, finding you dressed exactly the same as him, black and red pajamas and a gray t-shirt with the word “Joyful” written across in bold letters. 

“Okay well one of us is going to have to change,” your boyfriend quips dramatically and you let out a sharp laugh before holding out a hand so you can tug him down onto the floor next to you. 

“Help me wrap,” you state, handing a gift over to him before pointing to the wrapping paper and other needed supplies surrounding you. 

“Uhm,” Sam starts and you pause your movement before looking over at him. “I can’t wrap presents.” 

“Wait seriously?” you ask and Sam flushes at your words 

“I never learned,” he admits, shrugging his shoulders. 

You move so you’re in front of Sam, handing him a random stretch of wrapping paper, scissors, and tape, before finally settling in front of him. 

“So, you’re gonna pull out a chunk of paper and put the box towards the bottom of the paper.” 

You watch as he moves, pushing the paper so the gift fits close to the edge. You guide his hands, pulling the open end of the paper over the gift till it’s half way covering the box. 

“Okay now,” you tell him and smile when he looks at you with deep concentration. “You’re gonna eyeball about how much you want to cut so it covers the rest of the box.” 

You lead his hands so he’s cutting just enough paper to cover the other half of the box. You pause him when he starts to cut just past the top of the box and lead his hands to cut across so he’s not wasting any paper. 

“Step one, done!” you tell him and Sam grins at you. 

You tell him you’re gonna pull the paper over so it overlaps and tape it at the top. Then, you lead his hands so he folds the ends, tapes them, and when he flips the box over the present is perfectly wrapped. 

“What the fuck? It’s that easy?” he asks and you laugh. 

“And now you get to wrap a hundred more with me,” you joke and Sam smiles. 

“As long as I’m with you.”

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Keys and Locks - Soulmate Shorts

c!Awesamdude x Reader (Romantic or Platonic)

Reader Pronouns: They/Them.

Letter: K = Keys and Locks (Locks and Keys are randomly dispersed to soulmates on chains when they are born. When in proximity, the lock and key will act as magnets and bring the two soulmates closer together until the key is placed in the lock and a gratifying click is heard, unlocking the chain.)

Word Count: 209 words

Warnings: Being locked away.

DSMP Masterlist / Soulmate Shorts Masterlist

Published: 21/09/2021

Sam didn't regret a lot of things. But something in the back of his mind was telling him he made the wrong decision.

He knew they were safer in there, and that he could protect them. He just didn’t understand how they couldn’t see it.

Maybe they just needed more time, maybe a bit longer so they could understand that they were safe in here. That nothing could hurt them here.

The lock around his neck kept tugging under his shirt, reminding him of their presence deep in the vault. That he was the one that locked them up. That he forced them in there.

As he made his usual rounds of the prison that morning, he ensured Dream was still locked away before moving onto where he kept them.

The repetitive clinking of metal hitting metal hit his ears as he stepped closer, the lock around his neck, trying to lift upwards, towards the person.

Once Sam was in view, the clinking stopped as they looked at him with pure hatred. The soulmate key around their neck tugging towards Sam before the profanities began to spew from their mouth, all of them aimed at him.

But Sam just tried to remind himself that this was for the better.

[dodo-begone]

Forgettable

Pairing: Karl x Reader

Warning: Uncomfortable reader, Implied threat

Prompt Credit

If this EVER looks funky or glitches, here's a link to it on Ao3.

“Karl,” you beg, tears threatening to spill. “Please, can we talk about this? Talk about what’s been going on? Like your trips or even the general day to day stuff. Here, I'll start.

“So today I saw Sam outside of the prison.” Shuddering at the memory, you try to continue, yet Sam’s icy cold eyes still haunted you, making it so hard to talk. “He really scared me. Since the prison was made, he seems to have changed so much. Before he was so nice and friendly an-and welcoming. Karl, I was so scared. Sam seemed so threatening. Did I ever tell you what Sam told me on that day? When we last went out together? He told me- He told me-” Hugging yourself for comfort, you look towards Karl. Looking at him directly and talking was hard, but you needed strength now. Some comfort from him.

But he wasn’t even paying attention. He was spaced out, wearing the thousand yard stare. “Karl? Hey, Karl!” You try to grab his attention, snapping your fingers in front of his eyes.

With a startle, he comes back to reality rapidly blinking and looking around. “Oh sorry about that,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “What were you saying?”

“Nothing,” you grumble, shaking your head. “It was really nothing.”

“No it had to be something,” Karl follows as you walk away. “Come on, you can tell me. It was about Sam, right? What’d Sam say?”

Holding back your frustrations, you whirling around. “No,” you reiterate, tears falling. “It’s fine. Just forget it. Just like you forget everything else. Everyone else. Karl, do you even remember your fiances? Quackity and Sapnap? Do you even remember me?”

Lost, Karl looks anywhere but at you to find an answer. The pressure was getting to him. You felt bad, but your curiosity and emotions got ahead of you.

“That’s what I thought,” You give him one last smile as you walk away.

[simpurnatural]

Sam ft. dumbification kink

C!Awesamedude x Reader DRABBLE

Warning ⚠️: NSFW, Smut, Dirty-Talk, Dumbification

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN LOVES <3

“You needy little whore,” Sam sighed, watching as you teasingly spread your legs. “Ya do this for everyone or just for me?” he asks.

“All for y-you sir,” you moan, watching him remove his trousers and boxers. His length sprung from its restrains and its head was nudging at your folds.

“Now you’re gonna take it like a good little slut, yes?” Sam questions before pushing in and you let out a mewl. He wrapped a firm hand around your neck, “Use your words,”.

“God yes I’ll take it like a good girl,” you nodded quickly as air began to leave your throat.

The image before Sam, watching your eyes roll to back of your head as he slammed into you made him go even faster. The way your breasts had bounced with every thrust and your knuckles turning white as you gripped the bed sheets was something out of a porno.

Your face was as red as a tomato due to the of lack of oxygen but you loved it nonetheless. Being used as your lover’s cock-sleeve was the highlight of your day.

[skitter-kitter]

Dream went to check on his prisoner the morning after his victory. He had disabled the lava flow on the way out the night before, so there was no reason to slow his approach. There was only his own enjoyment that had Dream laughing as loud as his vocal cords would allow as he neared his former cell.

The blackstone walls always felt odd, now more than ever before. He was accustomed to obsidian; to the purples and deep reds splattered across its walls. Maybe, that was why he couldn’t find it in himself to turn the lava back on.

Maybe, he would bring lava into the cell with him. A way to taunt his former warden. A way to torture his old friend.

(They were friends, weren’t they?)

Dream saw it the moment he entered the doorway. The deep purple; the dripping obsidian; the still body, not unlike Tommy’s.

He ran, because— because— because… this was Sam and he finally was in control and god damn it this wasn’t how this was supposed to end. Not like this. They were supposed to have weeks, months, years in this prison together. Sam should have to suffer like he did. 

(How many lives did Sam have? Did he only have one? Had he already lost them all? Was he like Dream? Did he have them stolen?)

Read it all on AO3!

[dreamerstreamer]

it was something about sam comforting reader when they are exhausted and feeling sick. i don’t know if thats like super fucking vague but i have been feeling sick and exhausted and i just want to be comforted by my comfort streamer. i thought of it the other night when i was ab to pass out lol.

i love you so much belle!

- 💕

when you heard the door creak open, you blinked blankly at the wall, feeling something cold and wet dig itself into your side as the bed dipped next to you. “feeling any better?” sam asked softly, his low voice wrapping around you.

your curled tighter into sheets, shaking your head ever so slightly. “no.” your throat felt raw, and you felt yourself sniffle, the back of your eyes stinging. flipping yourself onto your other side, you glanced up to see sam’s eyes on yours, swimming with worry. “my head hurts, and i kind of feel like a pile of hot garbage.”

sam pursed his lips, dipping his head down next to yours. “you are not a pile of hot garbage, okay?” he paused for a moment, a glimmer of mirth flashing across his gaze. “well, maybe the hot part, but definitely not the garbage part.”

you felt your lips twitch at his words, a breathy laugh escaping your lips. with a hum, you felt him shuffle closer to you, his warm hand settling atop yours. “we all have our bad days,” he said gently. “bad weeks, and bad months, even. take your time, baby.”

his voice dropped to a whisper as he squeezed your hand in his, and you felt your heart swell in your chest.

“i’ll be here with you.”

[ray-ray-writings]

Only slightly related, but I love the little hybrid trait hcs!! Like creeper!Sam with green scale freckles or hissing when he's angry (I also rlly like the centaur designs for him, I'm figuring out how to draw it currently)

Imagine Quackity has smaller duck wings and he sometimes tries to cover you with them but,..They're just so itty bitty,.,.that or he turns into a literal duck like Philza does as a crow -🍉

Yessssssss I love this alot. (P.S. There’s not going to be a lot of content tonight because I’m a bit tired and my brain is fried from homework lol)

Like Sam as a Creeper hybrid? Cute as hell. Green freckles coat his cheeks that you sometimes trace when you’re bored or cuddling and it makes him light up, both literally and figuratively. It’s so cool to watch his little dark green specks turn into lime specks as he blushes at the close attention that you’re giving him. 

So unlike a normal creeper, Sam does not get angry very easily. I feel like he would get frustrated and would let out that signature creeper hiss, which would startle anything and anyone around him and would scare them away, causing Sam to be able to calm down and take the proper amount of time to fix the problem… That bein said, when Sam does reach his breaking point, his anger is explosive… Again both literally and figuratively. When he gets extremely angry and cannot find it in himself to calm down, he will run outside to an open area and lets out a very loud yell. This yell causes a literal explosion around him. It would be the same radius as a normal creeper explosion and would cause the same amount of damage to anything near him as a creeper. (He’s never actually caused anyone damage because again he makes sure that he’s far away from everyone). But after words, he feels so much better. His anger is completely gone and he just feels better. He would then quickly patch up any holes he made in the ground and would go back to what he was doing, this time a lot more calm and with a clear head to approach the situation. 

Something that could be a little sad depending on your preferences. The two of you could absolutely not get a cat. They terrify him. His human side is fine with them but he cannot help the way that his heart pounds and his palms sweat even being near one. He always finds his feet moving without even thinking about it. He physically cannot force himself to be around a cat. Every time you two are somehow around one, you have to keep him calm and assure him that he’s alright with lots of kisses and hugs. You two do end up adopting a dog together, Fran, and spoiling the absolute crap out of her, but cats are just a big no no. 

Small side note, it would be so awesome to go out on late night dates because the mobs do not mess with Sam. Like even though he’s a hybrid, they’re terrified of his power and so they just leave you too alone. 

Oh Duck hybrid!Quackity has my whole heart. 

Yes he absolutely has little wings that he pins to his back as close as he can get them because he’s a little bit embarrassed about them. *bout to get sad hold on* But also because Schlatt was always a little too rough with his wings and so he keeps them close so no one can touch them. It takes him so long before he relaxes and finally lets you gently stroke his wings… Okay enough sadness. Once he’s comfy with you and you being around his wings, he will literally never not show you them when you two are alone in your own house. Like you two will be cuddling and his wings will flutter and he will 1000% attempt to wrap you up in them, they only get around you half way because of the size of them, but it makes you feel nice regardless. Once he is comfy, he loves feeling your hands softly smoothing his feathers. It reminds him that not everyone is out to hurt him and that there are still people out there that love him and want to take care of him. 

Quackity loves water, ya know… Cause he’s a duck. But he loves going swimming with you. He is so happy in the water and will literally swim circles around you while you just stand there and giggle at his happy behavior. He also loves taking baths and showers together. There is nothing sexual about them. He just loves standing under the water and holding you close or holding you close while submerged in the water. Sometimes you’ll wash his hair and his wings for him and it makes him shiver and let out small happy duck noises. 

While looking on the internet for duck behavior, it has come to my attention that ducks love napping. (at least the ones on the website I found did). So the two of you nap at least once a day together. Again, Quackity just holds you close and attempts to wrap his wings completely around you. 

Alright now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for: tiny duck Quackity. It happens when he gets really hurt or when he gets spooked pretty bad, but he turns into a duck. He immediately comes to you and if you’re not paying attention, he gives you a really aggressive quack. You would instantly drop what you were doing and pick up your boyfriend, who would relax just a little bit in your hands and would nuzzle his head into your hands, letting out a content quack. “What am I going to do with you?” You ask gently, moving to the couch where you sit down and set him on your chest. His head peaks up and his eyes cracks open and he gives a slightly offended quack that causes you to laugh and run a soothing hand down the tiny duck’s back. “Yes, Quackity. You know I was just kidding. I love you so much.” you assure your boyfriend, leaning your head forward and pressing a small kiss to his beak and then the top of his head. Your words and affection cause him to let out a small coo as he settles back into your chest and nuzzles into you closer before closing his eyes and beginning his nap. You let out another small chuckle and continue to pet him knowing that there was no way you were getting up anytime soon.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Little One | Awesamdude

Summary: Sam worries about his best friend when they disappear to write a 12 page paper.

wc 994

Two days. 

You had two more days until your paper was due and you had only written four out of the twelve page requirement. You were beginning to think you would never leave your house again. Chained to your desk, you ignored all phone calls, texts, any mention of the outside world was gone, all you had was you and your essay. 

You were certain your friends and family were probably concerned if you were alive so you had tried to check in every once in a while. However, the texts and calls were far and few between at this point especially since your due date was looming over your head now. 

Sam was starting to seriously worry about his best friend. You had become so MIA all of a sudden it was scaring him. He vaguely remembered that you had a paper due soon but it didn’t mean you had to shut everyone out and start scaring him. He decides on his free Sunday, he’d come over after stream and hopefully catch you where he thought you were. 

You didn’t realize you had been sitting at your desk since the moment you woke up. You were exhausted but couldn’t get yourself to pull away from your work. You lift a hand to rub at your eyes, forcing them open when suddenly your doorbell rings. 

You cast your eyes over to your computer before deciding to get up, knowing deep down it was probably your best friend. When you swing open the front door, your suspicions are right as your best friend stands in front of you. 

Clad in gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt your heart comes to life for the first time in days. You always felt better, breathed easier, worried less when Sam was around. It was the effect he had on you that never seemed to end. 

You mirror his outfit choice, black sweats and one of Sam's merch t-shirts. You watch as his face falls from one of relief to one of sadness, seeing your tired and weary state. He doesn’t hesitate to enter your apartment, shutting the door behind him before turning back around to you. 

His gaze falls over you once more before he pulls you in, wrapping you up into his arms. You relish in the feeling of his hands on your waist and your arms wrapped around him. 

“Have you eaten today?” he asks, pulling away slightly. 

“Uh,” you hesitate and Sam frowns. 

He pulls a coat off the rack next to him, draping it over your shoulders before pulling you out of the house. You climb into his car without a word, knowing that even if you tried to protest it wouldn’t work. 

“How’s the paper going?” he asks after a few moments of silence. 

“Not bad. Not great but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever written.” 

“Can I read it?” 

“If I ever finish it,” you joke and Sam smiles, relief flooding through him that you were okay. Since Sam had just recently finished his own degree, he knew how demanding school could be. That’s why he was always so worried about you and when you disappeared doing homework. 

He pulls into the McDonalds parking lot and into the drive thru. He doesn’t even ask your order, knowing what you get every time you go. You’re silent as he gets the food and pulls into a parking spot. He distributes the food between the two of you before diving in. 

“Other than the paper, is everything else okay?” Sam asks carefully. 

You let out a sigh, finally meeting your best friend's gaze and it pierces straight through you. Sam had always been the best at reading you. All he had to do was take one look and every emotion and every thought was revealed to him. It was a miracle he hadn’t caught onto the fact that you were completely and utterly in love with him. 

Sam was starting to wonder if it was healthy for his heart to be beating this fast. It was going ridiculously fast, and he was worried if you could hear the steady pounding from the passenger side of the car. 

Neither of you say anything, Sam running a hand up and down your leg before letting go. When you finish eating, he drives you home and without a word, follows you inside your tiny apartment. 

You end up on your couch, side by side as Sam catches you up on everything you’ve missed. Your focus wavers, trailing over Sam’s features. His scrunched eyebrows as he tells you about stream. His determined but soft eyes as he lights up at the reminder of a funny moment during stream. The curve of his lips as he talks. 

It was mesmerizing, enchanting, it was downright distracting. Sam doesn’t seem to notice though, and you’re grateful considering you’d be embarrassed beyond belief if he noticed you staring. 

You try to tune back into the conversation but get as far as zoning back out and focusing deeply on his eyes. You must be possessed because before you know it, your hand is reaching towards him. 

Your fingers brush over his cheek, causing him to still and turn towards you. You end up with your palm flat on his cheek, your eyes flickering between his and his lips. 

You dive into him, his chapped lips meeting your soft silky ones. He savors you, breathing you completely in not letting a breath in or out. His hands find your thighs, pulling you up and over till you rest on his lap. 

Your hands cup his cheeks, pulling away for a moment only to press your lips back to his as if it’s the first and last time you’ll ever do this. When you pull back for air once more, Sam stills you, his wild eyes searching yours. 

“Are you having trouble breathing little one?” he asks quietly. 

“A little bit,” you admit. 

“Good.” 

[oasislake76]

Tagging, in any of my au’s, is very dehumanizing. It’s basically treating any hybrid like livestock and it’s taking away their choice and humanity.

So don’t think about sheep!Dream being forcibly tagged by Sam and Quackity.

By Quackity who’s Dream’s supposed Best friend and Brother fiancé. Who made Sapnap laugh and smile in such a way Dream had never seen him do. Who the pyro half demon talked softly about along with sweet Karl. Who made Dream’s little brother light up the room every time Quackity’s name was mentioned nearby.

By Sam who Dream saw as his big brother. The son of one of Sky’s top Sergeants and just a year or two older then the Prince. Who played with him every time Sky took him to his server where the majority of the Sky Army lived. Who didn’t fuss over him to much like Malachi did or push Dream away every turn he got to play with older kids. Who Dream always asked for once they step foot onto the server and lovingly referred to him as Sammy or Big Brother.

Clipping one tag on each ear. Sobbing for his Pa to come save him after he’s shoved back into his dirty cell. And when Sky does come, after realizing that somethings wrong and this long stint of silence isn’t Godling teenage rebellion, he doesn’t immediately come to the prison.

Because if he did, the King would start a bloodbath. So he sends Seto and Jason who gag and tear up at the sight but get Dream up on his feet and out of the wretched place. Dragging Nightmares scorched corpse behind because Dream’s smart, he knows how to get out of a possession, all he needed was time. Time and a stable secure place where he couldn’t escape if things went wrong and everything did go wrong-

He finds himself leaning against Jason in the middle of the Prime Path. One side is the rest of the SMP members lined up in the grass and the other is the path leading to the hub portal. Right in front of him is Pa, Dream’s Dad, who looks like he found the best buried treasure of all time. Like his son was hanging the stars and the moon and every little thing else in the sky. But Dream doesn’t think about the look. Not until he’s stuck in a hospital bed with Pa gripping his hand as he falls asleep peacefully for the first time knowing He’s finally home and safe.

Pushing off of Jason, Dream takes a shaky step forward. Not even noticing his Uncles hands shooting out encase he falls on his face again like when he was pulled off the blood soaked obsidian floor. Taking one after the other until he was just two feet away. Breathing heavy and chest aching as blood rolled down his arms and dropped down his fingers.

“Quackity tagged me.” Dream whispered. Voice still somehow echoing and Sky didn’t move a muscle. Watching golden eyes shoot up to look at his left ear which was now torn at the edges and matted. “George didn’t notice.” He continued. Body swaying as his head started to feel dizzy but he stood his ground. Refusing to crumble just yet. Some kind of vendetta against Nightmare to show that even though she was so close to fully breaking Dream, he would not crumble until he was ready.

“Sa-“ His voice failed him. Tears starting to prick and roll down his face and it took a moment before Dream could recollect himself. “Sapnap... he-Sap... he.” Another deep shaky breathe. “He didn’t notice it either.” It took a lot in Dream to voice that alone. To verbally say that Sapnap didn’t notice. To voice his fears that his little brother didn’t care about Dream anymore.

“And the War-“ Dream’s voice cut out harsher this time. More hot and even heavier tears starting to slide down his cheeks “Sa-“ he tried again. “Sam-“ it took a few tries and every time Dream’s voice gave out. Frustrating him and causing more and more tears to build and fall.

It got to the point that Dream couldn’t fucking stand the feeling of them anymore and reached up to wipe away them and the snot dripping down his nose. The other hand coming up and tugging on the right tag harshly. The black colored numbers 001 shined in the setting sun with the words ‘Wardens Property’ written on the back. Claiming him as nothing but cattle. Nothing but to be sold and abused.

“H-he... he tagged me, Papa!” Dream burst out in a wail. Voice ragged, gravely, and raw from all his previous screaming and wailing. “My big brother tagged me and he called me useless and will only be good when I’m dead an-and... he lied about ever loving me as a little brother-“ his voice trailed off before choking out. Hiccups and sobs replacing his words. More blood, grime, and dirt smeared across his face as he desperately continued to childishly dry his tears like it would work.

Dream’s knees finally buckled under him and with the movement caused Sky to launch forward. Grabbing and tugging his son to him wordlessly as they both sunk to the oak wood in front of everyone. His own tears dripping down his cheeks onto the matted hair of his son.

“Sammy lied, Papa.” Dream gasped. Frantically taking in airs between his sobs and whimpers. “Sammy lied.”

Sky didn’t know what to say to his son. How to console his little golden lamb who’s faced the worst consequences the universe could dish out after making the server behind Sky’s back and leaving after the biggest argument they’ve ever had. How only the hurtful words they said to each other were the only things replaying in his mind as Sky just tugged him closer. Pressing his lips to Dream’s temple, not giving a single shit about the dirt and blood. Feeling the small beat of life on his son. His only baby boy.

“I’m here.” Sky finally settled on. Holding Dream impossible closer and tighter. Like the boy, the 21 year old immortal God who has eons ahead of him, would just die in his arms right then and there. “I’m here and I’m not letting go of you again.”

Dream only wailed harder.