#borrower sapnap

[dingbatnix]

Lasagna

Gosh dang you notice how weird that is to spell? English is so freaking weird you'd think there'd be a 'Y' in friggin 'la-za-nya' but no I guess not xD. Anyway, so I had some lasagna the other day and it was really good, + I had a small drabble floating around of Sapnap being able to survive being baked in an oven, sooooo this appeared!

O yeah taglist: @i-am-beckyu @brick-a-doodle-do @kayla-crazy-stuffs here you go @da3dm a bit late but oop xD

Also I did an art for this : D

Poor Sap, he is a frighten. Anyway.

Word Count: 2,686

Warnings: Fear of death, fear of being eaten, yeah that's about it. No actual noms this time, but it's very close ; D

The furnace was hot, and the quickly melting cheddar cheese was even hotter. Sapnap tried to wriggle, heart pounding heavily in his chest from the panic and adrenaline that was overwhelming his system, but it was no use. There were layers of pasta, cheese, and sauce weighing down his entire body, and he just could not move. Honestly, he was surprised he could breathe at all, what with the blanket of noodles over his head. He was lucky his earlier wriggling had created a pocket of air, even if it was only a small one.

Sapnap was…currently stuck. He hadn’t meant to fall into the pan of uncooked lasagna during a brief spell when the human had been gone. It was a total accident! He’d just wanted to grab some of the deliciously alluring cheese that was all over the top of the pasta, but he got startled when the human walked back into the room and had fallen in. Luckily, or unluckily, depending on which way Sapnap wanted to look at it, he’d fallen hard enough that he had been embedded deeply into the noodles, and he was fortunate the human hadn’t noticed the indent, but…the bean had proceeded to put more layers of lasagna over the top, trapping Sapnap underneath them.

Sapnap hadn’t been able to struggle free in time, and next he knew, the pasta, and more importantly, he, was put into the blazing hot furnace. The borrower bit his lip with a sharp canine, holding back a long whine of terror. It wasn't the fear of physical injury that was giving him such horrible anxiety, no, not that. Sapnap was born in fire, the heat didn't hurt him. No, it was the fear of discovery that locked his joints and seized his lungs. He didn’t know what was worse: The fact that he might be discovered, or the fact that there was the very real possibility that he might be accidentally eaten by an unaware human.

That, and also maybe the fact that there was a chance he would be impaled by a human's fork.

He wriggled again, sucking in another short breath, and squeezed his eyes shut. What a way to go out. It was a good thing he didn’t have any family left, a good thing there would be nobody to mourn him. He wouldn’t be able to live with…or, well. He couldn’t bear it if he were leaving anybody to fend for themselves, alone, in the world that was way too big for them. He’d feel awful.

It was a long, long forty minutes Sapnap was trapped in the maybe-a-little-too-warm oven. Sure, he was a nether-born, and he could swim in lava if he really wanted to, but that didn’t mean that it’d be good for him to do so. He’d get heat-sick.

The borrower was almost relieved when the pan was pulled out of the oven, but the overwhelming thought that none of this was over just yet crushed that feeling very quickly. He still couldn’t get free, the weight of all of the pasta on top of his body too much for him to move.

A thud jarred his body, and then he heard the human’s voice, too muffled and indistinct to make out, high above his head. Then, he heard a nauseating squelch as the lasagna was cut. Sapnap shivered, but didn’t have much time to dwell on it. To his utter, complete horror, the chunk he was stuck in was lifted free from the pan. He still couldn’t see anything, but he felt when everything was jarred again. Vertigo swirled through his head as everything started moving, and he had to try desperately to control his breathing and not burst out into terrified whimpering. 

Sapnap tried struggling again, but everything was still too closely packed, and the jarring movements of the human had made the pasta shift, all but burying Sapnap’s small pocket of air. He tried not to hyperventilate. He didn’t know if it’d be better or worse if he was found unconscious. Probably worse. There’d be no chance to run away if he were comatose.

He felt more than saw the tines of a metal fork scrape underneath him, spearing through one of the big flat noodles underneath his body. He felt a tine scrape along his spine, sending skin-crawling shivers wracking his body, and it took him only a moment to realize that the strap of his bag had been caught around the metal prong. He tried tugging at it as he was lifted up, but the leather was caught too tightly.

Sapnap looked up, chest heaving wildly, and a huge, gaping red maw filled his vision. His heart nearly exploded from the sheer terror, and his breath froze in his lungs. Those teeth were nearly as big as he was! 

The borrower jerked his limbs, attempting to jump off of the fork, but the strap of his bag and the congealed pasta held him stuck fast. He tried heaving himself up, but it was no use! A quick glance back up at his approaching death made his own mouth go dry. He was fire-retardant, yeah, but he wouldn't be able to survive being chewed to bits! 

Sapnap let loose a scream that could rival a phantom’s, sure he was about to die. Be it by the human’s teeth, or by the human’s hands, he wasn’t sure, but his doom was imminently approaching, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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George froze, fork midway to his mouth. The hand fiddling with his communicator stilled, and he glanced down with wide eyes, sure he had just heard someone scream. A flash of movement snatched his gaze to his forkful of pasta, and then all George could do was stare.

There was a tiny creature on his fork, tangled up in thick clumps of cheese and sauce. Its little chest was heaving, and its tiny teeth were bared in a fearful grimace as it met George’s eyes.

The creature tried to lunge off of the utensil, but the partially congealed cheese held it stuck fast. As George watched, he realized that the strap of its tiny bag was caught on one of the tines of his fork. A terrified noise escaped from the creature’s mouth, jolting the brunette out of his startled stupor.

George shrieked and dropped the fork, shoving back from the table and shooting to his feet. His communicator clattered to the table, forgotten in the brunette’s panic.

The creature gave another tiny scream of its own as it fell, wriggling and thrashing against the congealed pasta that held it hostage, but it didn’t seem like it was strong enough to break away.

It hit the table with a small, wet splat, snapping the strap of its bag and knocking it free from the fork, and then it was trying to scramble away, but cheese was still gluing its limbs together, even the tiny, tufted tail that trailed from its spine. George gaped, watching in bewilderment as the creature struggled to pull itself off of the table. It finally managed to free an arm, which spurred George into action.

He snatched up Dream's empty cup and slammed it down over the tiny creature, trapping it underneath the ceramic container. A tiny, muffled sound escaped from the mug as George yanked his hand back, staring down at it in disbelief. What the hell…?

"George? Everything okay?" Dream poked his head around the doorframe, concern creasing the shape of his brow. His eyes took in the mess on the table and George standing a good couple of feet away from it. 

"There's a tiny man under the mug." George mumbled, staring blankly at the overturned mug, and then up at Dream. The blond’s face scrunched up in bewilderment, and he looked at George like he had grown a second head. “What?” 

“There’s a tiny man under the mug,” George reiterated, pointing at the overturned pink mug for emphasis. His face suddenly screwed up in disgust. "It was in my food!" He exclaimed, waving his hands emphatically at the barely-touched plate of lasagna on the table. Dream had to hold back a small laugh.

Interest piqued, the tall blonde moved to the table and looked over the upside down mug curiously. It seemed normal enough…

Carefully, Dream wrapped a hand around the mug and quickly flipped it over, cupping his other hand over the top so whatever the creature was couldn’t escape and gently set the cup back down on the table. Slowly, he removed his hand, peering down inside of the mug to see what George was freaking out so much about.

Something was pressed up against the inside side of the cup, staring at Dream. Dream had to stop when he finally got a good glimpse of it, shock and disbelief coloring his expression. George was right. It–err, more namely, he, was just a tiny guy. He was incredibly small, maybe about two or three inches in stature. He had a long, thin tail like a mouse that faded to a rich brown at the tip, where a plume of dark fluff seemed to sprout. The fluff was still tangled and gunked up with pasta, but the little guy either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. Two pointed ears stuck out from the sides of his head, also dark at the tips. Those tiny ears were laid back against the little guy’s head, and were twitching rather frantically.

Miniature blue eyes stared back up at Dream, and the pure terror he could see radiating out of them was like a punch to the gut. Dream immediately felt bad for the little thing, and was quick to try and reassure him.

“Hey–” Dream started, but was quickly interrupted by George. "Why were you in my food?" The brunette demanded, stepping closer to the table and leaning over the ceramic cup to see the little creature better. He quailed under George’s gaze, his whole, tiny body trembling as his breath hitched up.

“George, you’re scaring him,” Dream cut in, dropping a hand over the shorter man’s shoulder and gently tugging him away from the mug. Seeing George’s petulant expression looming over him couldn’t have been too nice for the little guy.

“I’m scaring him?” George snapped with a scowl. “Well, I’m not the one who was in the freaking lasagna! I nearly had a heart attack!” He glowered at the tiny ravenette, crossing his arms and straightening up his spine.

"I just…I wanted some cheese, man! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to fall in!" The voice, quiet and breathless and shaking, was a surprise to both Dream and George, but it was nice to know that the little guy could speak, nice to know that he could understand them.

"Well...here," If all the little guy wanted was some cheese, Dream wasn’t going to just deny him any. That would be mean. The blond snagged a small plate from the clean dish rack and set it on the table, then scooped up a forkful lasagna and plopped it in the center of the new plate. He then reached towards the mug, intent on letting the little dude out so he could get some of the pasta. Before his hand was even close, the tiny man shrieked, throwing himself down to the bottom of the cup and shielding his head with his arms. Dream froze, shooting a concerned glance at George, who shrugged, uncertainly. Wh…why was the little guy so scared? It wasn’t like Dream was going to hurt him.

Dream stooped down a little bit, trying not to loom over the guy’s head so much, and dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re alright. I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?” The ravenette only whined, body shaking as his tiny, tufted, cheese-infused tail curled around his form. Dream frowned, and tried again, slowly reaching out to wrap his hands around the mug. “Do you…I’m going to let you out of the cup now, okay? Then you can have some of George’s lasagna. We’re not going to hurt you, little guy.” He assured again, trying to reiterate that everything would be alright.

Carefully, Dream lifted the mug and slowly tipped it over next to the plate of pasta, wincing guiltily when the tiny man uncurled from his ball with a yelp and tried to scramble back up the side of the mug. He slid out onto the table with barely a sound, and he stumbled backwards until the backs of his thighs met the rim of the plate. He tipped over, arms pinwheeling, but managed to land in a sit on the edge of the ceramic. He froze then, staring up at George and Dream while sucking in short, panting breaths of air.

“It’s alright, you’re okay,” Dream tried again, a flash of guilt flaring up in his chest. He and George weren’t…really that scary, were they? Dream hoped not. The tiny guy had nothing to fear from them.

While Dream tried to calm the small man down, George turned to one of the cabinets and pulled out a rag. The little ravenette was still caked in pasta, and it had to be annoying. He ran it under the faucet for a good few seconds, then turned back to the dinner table, where he saw that Dream had crouched down to be closer to eye level with the little guy. George set the warm, damp rag next to the tiny ravenette. “Here. So you can get all of that off you.” George offered. The tiny guy flinched away from George’s hand, but then hesitantly took up a corner of the rag and started working through the tangled mess of fluff and pasta at the end of his tail. George winced sympathetically as he sat back down. That looked like it hurt.

“So…do you have a name, dude? Or should we just keep calling you, ‘little guy?” Dream asked, leaning his elbows against the table as he slid into the chair opposite George’s. 

“S…Sapnap. I–my name is, is Sapnap.” The little guy offered, his tiny voice nearly a whisper. The two humans very nearly couldn’t hear it, and had to lean a bit closer to hear him properly.

“Were you…did I—were you in the furnace?!” George suddenly blurted, stomach twisting. He would have noticed if there was a tiny man in the pasta when he’d gotten some, wouldn’t he? Like if there was an indent or something, right? Maybe George had missed it. He hoped he had. There was no way the little guy would have survived being baked in the nearly four-hundred degree furnace.

“O-oh. Er, yeah, I was.” He seemed to notice the horrified expression of George’s face, because then he raised his hands and shook them disarmingly. “I–don’t worry, I’m fine! I was, I was born in the nether, I can take a little heat!”

George didn’t look like he fully believed him, and when he glanced at the other human, Dream, he looked mostly concerned, but Sapnap didn’t really care. It’s not like it mattered, right? It…they weren’t planning to stick him back in the furnace, were they? He tugged viciously at a particularly stubborn tangle and winced, pushing most of his thoughts to the backburner. He was alive, he wasn’t hurt, yet, and the humans seemed content to just watch him, for now. 

He couldn’t run away as he was right this moment. His bag was still tangled around the pasta-covered fork dozens of inches away, and there was still lasagna all over him, making it harder and harder to move as the cheese started to cool down and congeal. He’d…he’d have to escape later.

Sapnap hoped desperately to End that they weren't going to kill him after all of this. Maybe they just wanted to keep him as a pet…? Even though the thought was so distressing that Sapnap nearly whimpered, it’d be better than being outright killed. At least, if they kept him as a pet, at least he’d have a chance to escape. 

Eventually.

[cyncerity]

Karlnapity doodles??? 🥺 The bbs <3

YES YES YES MY BOYS MY BOYSSSS

TY SQUISHY I WILL TAKE ANY AND EVERY EXCUSE TO BE ABLE TO DRAW THESE THREE THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

ok so i kinda went crazy here cause it’s almost 2 am and i said “hey there’s an idea i’ve had for going on 3 years that i keep saying i’ll animate and never do.” so i finally did.

this is for a very very old au, it’s actually the first au on this blog and has 1 story; which is karlnapity. I won’t go into all the lore and stuff but i’ll link that story here for those of you who weren’t here in 2021, it’s how they ended up together in this au <3. Basis is Sapnap is a human, Quackity is an avian, and Karl is an Ermine hybrid borrower.

[kitty-fighter]

Time For Another TVD!AU Crew Member-

Finally Finished TVD!Sapnap after 4 flipping hours- 😹😅

He Kinda Makes Me Think of MiniSMP AU Sapnap:

I Really Need to get About Finally Updating the MiniSMP AU Crew's Designs- 😅

[I Swear the Descriptions for Everyone's Profiles Are Getting More & More SCP Chart-like Each Time- {Though it's probably just me- 😅}]

[Time to Prepare for the "Gacha Kid" Spam- 😅]

[mysterious-gizem]

Ꭲɾᥲdเᥒg ⅌ᥣᥲᥴꫀ᥉

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: Anonymous

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt, @coolest-moon.

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"Sapnap, c'mere!" The ravenette yelled in excitement, the shorter was practically bouncing off the walls as Sapnap entered the room. The brunette scoffed as he playfully rolled his eyes as he waited for the other to speak. A mischievous(and overly proud) grin was placed on the shorters face as he began to speak.

"I got a new job for us~" He grinned widely as he brought out a poster, "They're showcasing the Dumontè Crystal in this museum. That crystal is worth a lot. If we can figure out a way to steal it and sell it without it having to trace it back to us, we'll be set for life!"

Sapnap chuckled as he took the poster from the shorters hands and began examining it, "Yo we could certainly pull this off." Before Sapnap could praise Quackity on his findings a rather loud and exaggerated sigh came from beside them.

"No chance you guys can even get close to getting that."

Karl

Karl was a borrower they picked up a while back, the criminal duo never understood having borrowers as pets or food—Neither of them wanting to eat anything alive—so when they found the tiny brunette on one of their little escapades, they decided to just bring him along with them.

Now the borrower was sitting on their countertop, eating large amounts of sweets. As he continued to degrade their chances of ever pulling off the mission.

"Even if I joined you guys on this mission again, their security in protecting that crystal is like top tier!" Karl said as he waved his hands around, "I've heard of their security measures, apparently people died, trying to get in." He explained as he grabbed a handful of cotton candy. The two humans were taken aback at the borrower's knowledge of the topic.

Quackity grinned as he leaned against the counter, "Seems like you know alot about this thing, I'm sure we'll get it if you come with us-" The shorter brunette rolled his eyes as he stared at the ravenette. "I literally just said it wouldn't work." As the words left his mouth, Sapnap butted in the conversation. "Karl, I bet those other thieves that tried stealing it were uninformed. And plus, we all know you're gonna join for the thrill anyway."

The tiny chuckled as he agreed, "Fine, I'll help you idiots-" Quackity and Sapnap let out a short 'whoop' as they high-fived each other. Then Sapnap scooped up the borrower, and they headed to their room to begin their plan.

The trio worked on their scheme the entire night until they all passed out at sunrise. Even if the two humans were tired as hell, neither got a wink of sleep.

(Why does this tiny have to sleepwalk!?)

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A few weeks have passed since they started planning, weeks of preparation and thinking of every possible outcome that would come from their actions—they even have time to make an entirely new fit for Karl, which the borrower greatly appreciated—After months of Karl living with the two criminals, he certainly picked up a few tricks.

The trio worked during the weeks of their planning, each working to perfect their respective roles for the mission—albeit with a few mishaps, they all deemed themselves ready.

The day arrived when they would pull off their heist. It was the day the crystal was showcasing, and there definitely will be more security, but on the other hand, more distractions. The trio stood a good distance away from the event as they went over their plan.

"Okay so- once I and Karl sneak in and disable the cameras, you and I go and snatch it," Quackity affirmed as he wrapped his hand around the borrower and hoisted him up to his pocket. Sapnap gave the shorter a nod as he watched the duo hop down to the next building.

The ravenette and brunette both carefully neared the building—albeit Quackity did most of the work—a sea of people assisted them in blending in, of course giving a bit of struggle, Quackity maneuvered through the crowd eventually reaching a backdoor.

It was Karl's turn to weigh in. The borrower slid down under the door, climbing his way to unlock the door. The borrower mustered up his strength and began to turn the lock. Immediately, the door was flung open, the tiny almost flying off if it wasn't for his grip on the handle.

"Oh shit- sorry." Quackity sputtered out as he grabbed the borrower and abruptly shut the door. The duo began to navigate their way through the building. Hiding away from security that was guarding the parameters.

Quackity was able to snag the keys—which were properly labeled—from one of the passing guards. He browsed through the keys. Once he picked the right one, he clicked open the door, and they both sneaked in.

Weirdly enough, there was no guard in the security room. The raven-haired male got to work as he hacked the systems. He replayed the security tape so they wouldn't be spotted as they slyly sneaked around the facility. As Quackity typed the last bit of code, he grabbed his comms and messaged Sapnap.

"Okay, Karl, from here on out, it'll be me and Sap." The taller grinned as he placed Karl in his pocket, the borrower crouched and waited for further news.

Every noise outside the pocket was muffled, it oddly soothed him, just enough that he didn't even realize he fell asleep. The last sounds he heard were the vague voices of Sapnap and Quackity.

He jolted awake once he felt the pocket jostled, he immediately panicked as he was violently thrown around the minimal space. He could hear a faint voice call out 'sorry', followed with a few hushed curses and screams. He thrashed around his arms, desperate to grab onto something to keep himself stable. He grabbed a handful of the fabric.

The borrower was clearly still shaking, hr held his ground as he felt everything come to a stop albeit with a bit of shuffling about. Light peeked in as the pocket was opened, Karl jumped to poke his head out.

"Karl, you okay?" Sapnap spoke as he gripped the steering wheel. The borrower climbed out of the patch and turned his head to the taller ravenette. "Y-Yeah? Just a lil dizzy." He chuckled. The brunette turned his head to look at the crystal in Quackity's palm.

"Woah- that looks so cool!" Karl stares, mesmerized at the crystal. "So, how do you plan on selling it?" He asks curiously, Sapnap hummed as he gave an answer. "I got this buddy of mine. He's the top mafia boss in probably the whole world, and he's willing to pay a pretty penny to get his hands on it." He grinned as Karl gave him a noise of approval. "However, he's currently out of country, and considering this crystal is one of a kind, he wants to see it firsthand, so we'll have to keep it for the time being."

The road was no longer smooth, it was a telltale sign they were nearing their cabin, the borrower almost fell over, yet he caught himself. As the car began pulling up to the driveway Sapnap scooped up the borrower and placed him on his shoulder(truth be told Karl was way too comfortable in letting them drag him around.)

The three let out a sigh of relief as they stepped into their humble abode. Quackity instantly went to place the crystal in a secure place, which was oddly enough an intricately designed box. The ravenette cautiously dropped the crystal in the cushioned box.

The trio decided to head to bed, not even bothering to wash up. The velvety dark skies overlooked the forest as the moon glowed, bright and powerful. As the three slept soundly that night, something was askew with the presence of such a mythical crystal in an untamed area.

Hidden within the box, the crystal shimmered and glowed. It began to vibrantly shake as smoke was emitting from it. None of the residents were aware of the matter; as they preferred to collect their well-earned sleep.

They subtly inhaled the fumes, unaware that they even did so. It was only till the very next morning when they all startled awake and screamed in unison.

"What the h-"

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I'm sorry it's not the greatest. A lot's been happening recently, I never had any proper time to plan this out🥲

[rat-rosemary]

Tiny borrower boyfriends climb on his back and cover his neck in itty bitty kisses and whisper praise on his ears until he's all red and wiggly. He can't escape because he's too scared of hurting tiny bfs while getting up

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Here's how Sapnap's doing :>>

Awwww

He seems to be doing well :]

I send him a cookie only for him 🍪 (also another one for you too :])

[sketchehm]

LMAO

Conter let Sapnap borrow $20 when they went gambling and Sapnap was able to get like $100 back in winnings pfft

[rat-community-library]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40082148

Lost this fic for a while then I found it on a fic rec blog, so continuing the tradition

heed the tags

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Karl Jacobs & Sapnap, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Karl Jacobs, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU where none of the wars happened, Becasue I need a break from canonical angst okay, everyone gets along, Clay | Dream-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream is Not Evil (Video Blogging RPF), Good Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Dream Team as Family, discduo - Freeform, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Administrator Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), he has a connection to the server, Blaze Hybrid Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Alexis | Quackity, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dissassociation, Panic Attacks, Dialogue Heavy, Protective Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Protective GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Alexis | Quackity, Protective Karl Jacobs, Unresolved Trauma, The feral boys are good friends, Younger Sibling TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Wilbur Soot, Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur canonically fucked a fish, Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dream's Mask, No beta we die like illiterates Summary:

It’s rare to see this many people in the community house, rarer still for the atmosphere to be as calm as it is currently. No screaming, no tusseling, no rowdy declarations of war over who borrowed what without asking. It’s certainly a break, and as the ever-busy server Admin, Dream will relish in it for as long as he’s able.

He should have known it wouldn’t last.

-

Or, when a discussion of firsts gets out of hand, Tommy and the feral boys learn more about their resident Admin than they were prepared for.

And Dream? Dream just wants to undestand why his friends are looking at him like that.

[blueishspace]

The Watchers court case 2 p2

BigB: So, who is the first witness?

Tubbo: Right, I call Karl Jacobs to the testimony stand!

*in the jury*

Sapphire: It will not go like he thinks it will.

Monika: How-

Sapphire: It's a long story.

Monika: -can you know that... Oh.

*Karl and Sapnap appear in the witness stand*

Tubbo: Uh...

Pearl: This is a bit akward...

Karl: H-hello?

Sapnap: Hello? Why are we here?

Tubbo: Well, I was summoning Karl as a testimony against XD but you also appeared so you'll probably be sent back?

Sapnap: Wait no, I have stuff to say about this guy too!

BigB: We could keep him here? Maybe?

Grian: I don't see why not.

Tubbo: Alright then... huh. Do you both of you know XD?

Karl: Yeah...

Sapnap: I do.

XD: Of course, I am the god of the server, they all know me. What a sad excuse for a prosecution.

*Tubbo just smiles and tilts his head slightly*

Tubbo: I just started. Have the two of you met him?

Karl: ... Yeah.

Sapnap: Sure thing.

Tubbo: Karl, when did you meet him?

Karl: It was after I went from the Inbetween to the Otherside-

Pearl: Wait, say that again. You were where?

Karl: XD sent me there, to help master my time traveling...? I think.

*Pearl turns slowly her head towards XD*

Pearl: You put a mortal in the Inbetween mate?

XD: ...

Pearl: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Tubbo: ehm... so, you met him there?

Karl: No, he brought me to a third place, it had a big clock and a lot of clouds.

Tubbo: So he did kidsap you?

Karl: Kidnap? Uh...did he?

Tubbo: Did you go there on purpose?

Karl: Um not really?

Tubbo: Then he deffo kiknapped you.

Karl: Kidnapped?

Tubbo: Yeah, that.

XD: Kidnap is such a strong word... i prefer borrow.

Tubbo: ... You can't borrow a person.

XD: ... ... ... Not with that attitude.

Tubbo: I will nuke you.

XD: ... well, anyway.

Tubbo: Karl, you said something about time travel?

Karl: Yeah, XD made me a time traveler. I would be sent back and foward in time.

Tubbo: And could you choose where to go?

Karl: Not really, it was random.

Tubbo: So you could say he kinnapped you multiple times then? ... What is wrong with me l? Kidnapped. He kidnapped you multiple times.

Karl: I guess so.

Tubbo: And was time traveling nice?

Karl: Not at all... I started to forget stuff after a while, XD said the time traveler before me lost all memories.

Tubbo: ... ... Huh. Interesting. So XD gave you a power that hurt you?

Karl: Yes?

Tubbo: See, he clearly is responsable- responsible for a lot of damage.

Pearl: That was good.

Grian: And do you have proof?

Karl: I have my book... I write stuff in it so I don't forget. I saw Ranboo doing it I think, that's where I got the idea from.

Grian: Taurtis?

Taurtis: Already got the copy machine on!

*in the jury*

Mianite: Well, this god is incompetent. It's frustrating really.

Madoka: Yeah! Why would he do something like this??

Aphmau: I don't know about god but definitely not a good leader.

Tubbo: And Sapnap, how did you meet XD?

Sapnap: He dropped a death book on me. It's like the revival book. But opposite.

Tubbo: So he dropped not one but two dangerous books in the server?

Sapnap: Yeah. Said of I used it my soul would disappear after death.

Pearl: ... Can he do that? That's Kristin's domain?

Grian: He can as long as It's inside his server, however the whole books situation is extremely messy. Do you have the book with you?

Sapnap: It's in my enderchest.

Taurtis: I'll get you an enderchest then!

Martyn: So Jimmy, how did you get to be here?

Jimmy: The listeners! I told you, didn't I?

Martyn: Yeah It's just... Nevermind.

Jimmy: ... Alright then.

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@giant-tiny-squid SQUID! I heard this song and thought of your puppeteer!dream au, and like....it almost fits perfectly? (To me at least lmao it seems like something Dream would do) So I decided that I had to animate it : D

Anyway y'all should totally go check out their au ^v^

(y'all YALL unmute it it's got music : D)

Taglist:

@brick-a-doodle-do @i-am-beckyu @da3dm @kayla-crazy-stuffs @local-squishmallow @skullsnbruises @munchkin1156 @gt-daboss @coolest-moon

[cyncerity]

GUYS ITS TIME

this is a big day for the Store Shifter AU

i have had this story in the works since 2021. 2021. THIS HAS HAUNTED ME FOR 4 YEARS, i just didn’t know how to tell it, but i finally, finally finished it. those of you who have been around for a while will know I’ve been teasing the inclusion of someone in this au for years, and i’m really excited to add them.

buckle up, this is the longest thing i’ve written in a while. it’s over 5k words long and has some hidden lore stuff that i am so glad im finally able to get into. hope you enjoy and please send asks if you wanna know where this goes next, cause i have so much to talk about >:)

tw: soft, safe vore. don’t like it, don’t read it

Sapnap was at work today, as he was most days of the week. Karl and Q were borrowing, which also wasn’t unheard of, though they tended to prefer going out at night. However, since Sapnap had started working during the day and sleeping through the night, Karl and Quackity had been trying to align their sleep patterns to his. Hence, borrowing during the day.

Karl and Quackity had split up. This was also not unheard of; on days when the store wasn’t as busy, it was less of a danger to go alone, and going alone garnered more supplies in a shorter time. It also put them in different parts of the store in case Sapnap needed them. And today, it sounded like he did. He was putting small handmade containers he’d just filled with disinfectant into the bag slung around his shoulder when he heard a girl (Hannah, he thinks Sapnap called her once), call someone about “him” being on the floor in an aisle a little farther from where Quackity is. Apparently “he” was pale, shaking, and very out of it in general.

Q was used to hearing these sorts of things from Sapnap’s concerned employers. Sometimes Sapnap would manage to drag himself to the break room and Dream would shoot a text to their home phone that their third needed help, or find them in the store and take them to Sapnap if he could. If Karl was nearby, he’d help Sapnap out and spend the rest of his day in the shifter’s storage. On days when Quackity was out borrowing, he’d help Sapnap. Today was one of those days.

He found Sapnap keeled over in the aisle, arms clutching his stomach and long dark hair in front of his eyes. He…he wasn’t wearing the store uniform. Quackity swore he saw him put it on that morning. “Sapnap…?” he called quietly from his place on a shelf, readjusting the face mask he wore to hide his scar. No answer. He moved closer. He hadnt noticed the lack of chesnut brown roots in his hair, the fact that he knew Sapnap never went out without his beanie but this man wasn’t wearing one, the fact that this stranger was too lean and tall to be his fiancé. No, none of these things clicked until the giant made eye contact with him.

That wasn’t Sapnap.

Quackity had seen that expression on Sapnap’s face before. The dilated pupils, the pale, empty look of hunger. Even if he only saw the man’s face for a split second before trying to hide, he knew that look. There was no doubt in Q’s mind that this man was a shifter, but he wasn’t his shifter. No matter, he had caught the strangers attention, and even if he was fast for a borrower, he wasn’t faster than a human.

He was grabbed and quickly shoved into the stranger’s mouth, kicking and clawing as much as he could, but it didn’t seem to work. He screamed, begging that Dream or Sapnap, hell, even Foolish, someone, anyone would come help him. But no help came. Quackity felt the throat ensnare his leg, dragging him deeper into this giant and further trapping him. His screams increased tenfold, but the purring he felt from the throat only got louder. His screams were cut off as he was dragged fully into the throat with another swallow. In some fucked up way, Quackity felt…comforted. It reminded him so much of Sapnap, he could almost pretend like it actually had been his lover who he’d gone to help. But it wasn’t, and he needed to convince his mind that the purrs around him only spelled danger, that this wasn’t just another night with his fiancé in the comfort of the break room. He’d been eaten by a stranger, and if he was gonna get out of this he needed to make an escape plan.

He got to the stomach and realized it was not just smaller, but colder than Sapnap’s, though just by a bit. If he hadn’t been in his partner’s stomach merely the day before, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. But he knew how long it took for a shifter to shake off the predatory instincts and regain themselves, and sure enough he soon heard the giant around him groan and felt the wall in front of him push in. He kicked it but stayed silent otherwise as the stranger flinched at the contact. “Fuck…shit, did I eat a rat or something??” he finally heard the giant speak, though he wasn’t expecting the strange foreign accent that he’d only heard from Tommy and Tubbo. Quackity almost scoffed at the comment but held it back. Rat, he could work with rat. The shifter had to know he couldn’t digest living things, Quackity would just be kept there until the stranger’s instincts were satisfied and they spat him out, then he’d make a run for it! Perfect, foolproof!

Or it would have been.

“Siri, can swallowing a rat give you rabies- what the fuck is that…?” Quackity froze as heard the giant whisper. Shit, what was he looking at? Was Karl out there? Or did he- oh no. Quackity had a bag with him. One that he was not currently wearing; he’d dropped it so it didn’t weigh down his escape. Which means it’s still on the shelf of the aisle where the giant is standing. But maybe that’s not what the giant found! Maybe there was something else weird in the aisle? Before he could even think of what else would cause the shifter to react like that, the muscles in the stomach tensed and Quackity could hear the breathing sounds above him get faster and harder. He felt the organ shake as the giant presumably ran, before hearing a door slam. The giant continued to hyperventilate as the stomach was squeezed tighter, pressing against Quackity from all angles. Great, he knew what this was, Sapnap did it to piss him off sometimes. The giant was sitting with his knees pulled fully to his chest, except unlike when Sapnap did it, this giant was hyperventilating, and from the sounds of it, now crying. Awesome, full on breakdown position. Quackity was so, so fucking done with this giant. The sooner he got out of here, the better.

One of the already tight walls pressed in on him, like the giant was poking him from the outside. Again. And again. And again. Quackity paid it no mind. So the poking stopped and something different took over. Clicking. A strangely echoey noise that sounded like a knock against wood, clicked at different frequencies and patterns. It took Quackity a while to realize what it was through his annoyance. It was a signal. A signal he knew in his core from his raising as an outside borrower. In situations where verbal communication was unsafe or slow, borrowers had a system of noises that could save time and reduce noise to communicate. Dream had explained that humans had something similar called morse code, but that it was an alphabet without any form of punctuation or tone indication, while borrowers had a whole language that could be tapped or clicked with their tongues.

This…this giant was a borrower.

Quackity had almost forgotten that borrowers could be shifters. And he was literally marrying one. Wow, he felt dumb.

‘So sorry. You’re safe. Accident. So, so sorry. No hurt. Never. You’re safe. So, so sorry.’ The giant clicked, the remorseful low tones barely able to be translated through his sniffling. Holy shit now he just felt kinda bad.

“It’s- well, it’s not exactly alright, you did eat me, but.. you’re like me, aren’t you?” Quackity responded verbally, the idea that he was speaking to a fellow borrower instead of a predator easing his panic. ‘Yes.’ The giant clicked. “You aren’t the only borrower I’ve met that does...this. I know what you are, and I know that I’m not going to get hurt. Just, can you be sure to leave me at the store when your instincts are settled? I have family here.” “Oh, oh, of course, absolutely.” The giant finally verbally responded. “You…you really trust that I’m not going to hurt you?” “Borrowers gotta stick together, man. I trust that even as a giant you’ll honor that. Plus I get eaten fairly often so I know it’s safe; I was more worried about getting kidnapped than digested.” “…I didn’t know there were others like me.” “Once you let me out I’ll introduce you. Theres two more right in this store, one more down the road.” Quackity responded, patting the wall in front of him. “Now can you please stand up i’m cramped as shit.” “Right! Sorry. Kinda panicked there for a second. I found your bag and freaked out cause i’d never swallowed another borrower before. It feels worse when it’s someone of your species who you know was raised to be afraid of you.” The giant apologized as the space around Quackity finally expanded again. “Bitch what have you been doing if you’ve never swallowed a borrower??” “There’s a river near my house where wasted teens hang out after dark. I mean, like, blackout drunk. I just grow giant, swallow them, and then the next morning when I spit them out I pretend I found them passed out in the river and call them a cab. If I had a nickel for every time they explained their nightmare of a giant eating them alive I’d be the richest man in England.” “In where?” “England, where I used to live, across the ocean. I just moved here to live with my boyfriend.” “Oh, congrats, man.” “Thanks. I should probably go back out to talk to him, though. I kinda just ran off.” “Fair enough. I’m good to just chill and nap, if I really need you I know how to get your ‘attention.’” Quackity finished with a click, louder and higher pitched than the others; the catch all emergency “pay attention to me” noise. The stranger laughed and clicked back an affirmation before Quackity felt them pat the wall outside of him and leave whatever room he’d locked himself in.

This felt…oddly natural. Less than an hour ago Quackity was scared for his life, now he was just having a chat with the stranger who just swallowed him alive. He only had one thought as he dozed off: how did he keep ending up in situations like this.

~~~~

“You’re sure he’s not-” “Sapnap, I’ve checked everywhere, I have no idea where else he could be.” Karl pleaded from his place hidden on top of the shelves. Sapnap cursed. “My shift is almost over, when this store closes we can scour every inch of it to find him. In the meantime I’ll see if Dream knows anything, you check at home, ok?” “Ok. I love you, Sap.” “I love you, too. We’ll find him, ok?” Karl nodded, willing tears out of his eyes as he darted away towards the vents.

Quackity had been missing for a couple hours now. He’d gone out borrowing and hadn’t been found at any of the aisles he’d said he was going to hit and hadn’t shown up at any rendezvous points. Sapnap and Karl had no idea where he was.

Dream was basically nonexistent today, showing his boyfriend all around the store instead of managing. Sapnap was trying to stay as far from those two as physically possible. Sure he may be a hypocrite for complaining about pda when him and his fiancés were so obnoxiously cuddly, but that’s different. Theyre engaged, he’s marrying them. Dream and whoever-the-fuck are just holding hands and being all touchy and gross in front of the customers. No thank you.

Sapnap is sure that Quackity would agree and make fun of them with him if he could only find him.

Soon enough, the store was closing for the night and everyone was gathering their stuff to leave after the customers had left. Sapnap shot Karl a questioning text, knowing they had a phone in their living room, to which the answer was negative. Still no sign of Quackity, so Dream was their last lead. But Dream, for some fucking reason, was nowhere to be seen, no matter where Sapnap looked for him. He was about ready to pull his hair out when his search was cut off by the loudspeaker. “Hey guys! I realize a lot of you haven’t met my boyfriend yet so if it’s not too much trouble, I want you all to congregate at the center of the store before you go if you’ve got the time!” Sapnap groaned. He did not give two shits about Dream’s boy toy right now, one of the loves of his life could be in actual trouble. That, and the sickly sweet excitement in Dream’s voice was actually making him nauseous. Still, now he knew where Dream was.

So Sapnap made his way to the center of the store, not surprised to see almost everyone else crowded around the newcomer. Sapnap could only see him from behind, but he was much shorter than Dream (which still makes him taller than Sapnap, unfortunately) with dark thick wavy hair. He also had a ridiculous accent that he’d only heard from Tommy, Tubbo, and that one baking show Dream put on before the store opened. Dream spotted Sapnap first, and quickly took the liberty of introducing him. “Oh, Nick! Good to see you, man, you haven’t met my boyfriend yet!” Dream gestured to the stranger next to him, who spun to meet Sapnap’s eye. He froze, and the man across from him seemingly did, too. Theres no god damn way. Not after all this time, there’s no chance. “George, this is Nick, and Nick-“ “Sapnap?” The (not?) stranger next to him asked in an accent that didn’t fit the face he was looking at. The face he had sworn he’d seen for the last time almost a decade ago. The face he’d sworn to memory since it was his fault, all his fault that his lover’s brother was dead,

“C’mon, George, hurry up!”

“Slow down!”

that the oldest of Sam’s kids was gone,

“I told dad I wouldn’t be late! Your family is probably already there, Sam hates being late! And Karl is over, too, we gotta move!”

“We’ve been running..for 30 minutes, Sap. Gimme a break…”

that his best friend in the fucking world was-

“Come on we’re so close!! Just, like, another few feet, you’ll be fine.”

“Just go ahead without me,”

“Fine, but when Sam is mad at you it won’t be my fault!”

right there.

“George?”

His best friend didn’t move, at first. None of the employees or Dream dared to say a word as they stared at each other, both of them with tears beginning to stream down their faces. Sapnap took a step forward, then another, scared that if he moved any faster that the ghost in front of him would dissipate. George broke the tension when he full on sprinted and tackled Sapnap in a hug, clinging to him like he was his only lifeline, sending both of them to the floor. Sapnap clung back, burying his face in the shoulder of his best friend who he’d mourned for so, so many years and he sobbed. He sobbed like he was 12 again, like he was the age he’d been when he’d lost the person who meant more to him than anything in the world. George cried more silently, but the steadily growing tear stain on Sapnap’s shirt and ragged breathing betrayed him.

Sapnap pulled away and grabbed George’s face, just looking it over. It hadn’t changed much, over the years. He looked older, of course, and tired. But he was still…George. He still had the same glint in his eye, the same quirk to his lip. Holy shit. It hadn’t truly hit Sapnap until he was face to face with him, holding him in his arms, sobbing into him and feeling his heartbeat against his body, and feeling the warmth of his flushed cheeks in his palms. Holy shit, George, his best friend, his George, was alive. Sapnap laughed lightly, the tears not stopping. George looked at him, grabbing his hands and intertwining their fingers as he began to laugh with him. The two of them dissolved into a fit of laughter as they kept crying, sitting up together and unwilling to untangle their fingers, pressing their foreheads together, something Sapnap had learned was strictly a borrower show of affection so he was sure that to all the humans watching they looked stupid. He didn’t care. He had his best friend back.

Wait. The humans.

Sapnap was big, he had just gotten off his shift. George was…his size. Holy fuck George was a shifter. “Uh, not to interrupt the moment, but…how do you two know each other?” “And what the fuck is a ‘Sapnap’?” Dream asked, followed by Punz. “Nickname!” Sapnap was quick to answer, standing and yanking George to his feet as well. “Yeah, haha, my close friends have been calling me Sapnap since childhood. You fall asleep in a tree one time and you’re pegged for life, y’know?” He laughed awkwardly, the lie coming out forced and unconvincing. “How are you two childhood friends, I thought you were from here?” Dream asked him, and George cut off whatever explanation Sapnap was going to give. “He is, so am I. I…i didn’t end up in England willingly. I was kidnapped, i’ve been trying to get home for years.” Dream’s eyes widened, the rest of the humans responded in various levels of shock, some gasping and some staring at him sadly. “I know, I know, poor George has spent the last 9 years on the wrong side of the ocean, boohoo. Thats over now, I’m back and I don’t want to think about it anymore.” George didn’t miss the pained look on Sapnap’s face as he explained. “I didn’t blame you. Not for a second.” He said quietly, and saw tears form in Sapnap’s eyes again. “If I hadn’t-“ “There was no way you could have known. It wasn’t your fault. I’m glad you weren’t taken with me, even if I missed you.” “I’m still sorry.” “Well sucks, cause you’re not allowed to be. I’m not letting you.” Sapnap scoffed wetly. “I’m 21 years old you can’t tell me what to do anymore.” “When could I ever.”

God, Sapnap had missed him. Even after all this time, their banter came easy, like the years of separation and mourning had never even happened. “I’m glad you two found each other again. You seem really close.” Dream said after he thought the two had finished their moment. “He’s only my best friend in the entire world that i’ve thought was dead for 9 years.” Sapnap shrugged, and George elbowed him. Sapnap laughed. Yeah, he’d missed him.

The next half an hour was spent with the humans getting to know George better, and with him and Sapnap telling (incredibly altered) stories of their childhoods. “Oh, oh! Sap, we have a bet!” George yelled excitedly, something akin to mischief in his eye. “We do?” “Yes! I bet that you’d either end up with my brother or the new kid in town, and you bet that I’d end up with that guy my age from the town over who gave me gifts sometimes. I got kidnapped before i got to see how that all went down, and if I remember correctly, it was 10 bucks to whoever was right. You already lose,” George said as he gestured to Dream, who was basically hanging off his arm. “so I need to know if I’m getting paid.”

What they’d really bet on as kids were honey candies that Bad had made, which were a rare treat cause honey was hard to get safely, but Sapnap supposed that $10 was a good enough human equivalent. It had been a stupid bet, and one Sapnap was sure he’d win. The random guy from the other colony stopped to give George gifts almost daily, and not easy to come by ones, either. To this day no one was quite sure how he managed to bring flowers that were not only out of season, but not even native to the forest. Sapnap, however, had found George’s bet ridiculous. At the time he found Quackity severely irritating; he always tried to interrupt his time with George and he never shut up. And he barely knew Karl, all he knew about him was that George said he was chill, they’d rarely ever even spoken. So he took the bet. A decade later, it was biting him in the ass. Sapnap stared him down before sighing, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two $10 bills, throwing them in George’s direction. “…Sap you gave me two.” “So I did.” George stared blankly. “I only need the one if I was right.” Sapnap sighed. “Nope, you need both. You were right twice.” George’s eyes widened in understanding as Sapnap finished. “Fuck you and your ability to know what I want before even I want it.”

“What?! What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, you- what?! You got with them, both of them?!” George practically jumped on Sapnap as he held up his braid: red, purple, and navy, worn on his left ring finger. George screamed. “Tell me everything! How long have you been together, how long have you been engaged?! You’d better not be married yet, that better not be what that means, cause i’m planning your wedding, god dammit. Oh my god, I’ve missed so much. You’d better be taking care of my brother.” George ranted, and Sapnap laughed at his excitement before freezing. Oh fuck, George’s brother. He’d been so caught up in the impossible return of his best friend that he’d forgotten, and here he was wasting time.

“Ok, this has been fun, but I think it’s time to lock everything up for the night, Dream.” Sapnap said, suddenly incredibly serious. Dream was confused, but the pleading look in Sapnap’s eyes led him to agree. It didn’t take the rest of the employees long to leave, they’d been packed up since they met George, but they couldn’t say goodbye and get out the door fast enough. George stood next to him, worry taking over his features, but Sapnap couldn’t focus on that. He’d never live with himself if his distraction caused him to lose Quackity so soon after regaining George. The only thing that broke him out of his panic was hearing the door to the store lock. “Ok, it’s just us three, what’s up-“ “Quackity is missing.” Sapnap interrupted, panic clear in his voice. Dream and George both stared at him in horror. “He went out borrowing this morning, Karl and I haven’t seen him since. Did you see him at all when you were making your rounds?” “Wait, wait,” George interrupted. “You three live here? And he knows about them?!” George said, pointing to Dream. “What happened to hiding from humans?” “I’m not human, I figured that out about half a year ago. I can change sizes like he can, like both of you can, apparently. I didn’t know you were one of us until you started talking about knowing Sapnap as a kid and I know for a fact that he grew up in a forest colony.” “You’re- you can- what?!” George yelled. “You’re not human either?!”

“Can we please stay focused!?” Sapnap yelled. “Quackity could be hurt or taken or something, I don’t know where he went and Karl and I can’t get into the security room.” “I saw him in the afternoon.” Dream added, finally. “Little before 1 o’clock, i think? He was near the back in the cleaning supply aisle. I waved and he waved back and that was that, I don’t know where he went after.” “Ok, that’s good to know. That gives us a timeframe, now we-“ “Dream.” George asked, cutting Sapnap off with an eerie calm that both other shifters could tell was going to break at the slightest nudge. “How soon after seeing him did I run off?” “Uh, not super long after, maybe 5 minutes…why?”

George’s face didn’t move, but his hands and legs started to shake, and before Sapnap or Dream could even hope to react, he was off in the opposite direction. Sapnap had no idea what could have caused a reaction like that, but chased him regardless, Dream following shortly behind. Unfortunately, George had shaken them off his trail and they had no idea where he ended up.

~~~~

Quackity prided himself on being a sound sleeper. After dealing with Sapnap on the job while he was in his stomach, he liked to think there wasn’t any amount of noise or jostling that would wake him up if he didn’t want to be awake. Hell, Sapnap once commended him for being able to sleep through a screaming match he’d had with a particularly nasty customer.

However, apparently even though he hadn’t lived in the forest for years, he still registered the attention noise as “emergency,” and woke up in a panic. Initially he forgot when he was and was about to chew his fiancé out for waking him, but the clicks were coming faster and repetitively and through tears, and Q quickly remembered where he actually was. “I’m awake, I’m awake!! Just quit it with the noise, it’s loud as hell from in here!” The noises stopped immediately, but the giant didn’t speak up. “What did you need?” Quackity asked after a few moments of silence. Another pause, then the giant answered. “Your name. I never caught your name.” “You woke me with the loud as shit alarm noise to ask for my name??” “Please, it’s important.” The giant said, voice carefully empty, though desperation seeped through. Q sighed.

“Quackity. My name is Quackity.”

Quackity’s stomach lurched as the stranger fell to the ground, heart racing and breathing coming in short bursts. He felt the giant press a hand to where he was. “…Alexis?” Quackity froze, his blood running cold. Before he could even ask how this giant knew his name, his real name, he felt the walls around him constrict as he was pulled back into the esophagus. The second he was back in the man’s mouth, he was pulled out and held up to his face. The light blinded him and he had to take a moment to wipe the spit from his eyes, but he heard the giant gasp. He mentally debated removing his mask since the wet fabric made it hard to breathe, but the idea was quickly drowned out by the instinctual fear he had of anyone other than his fiancés seeing his face uncovered. “Ok, man, how do you know-“ Quackity asked, finally getting a good look at the man. His eyes were wet with tears, and he looked at Quackity with a sense of grief, of mourning. Giant hands cupped around him like he was the most precious thing in the world. And the giant, he was…oddly familiar. Something in the stranger’s face struck a chord in him, and he found himself stunned into silence. His face was recognizable, but felt wrong, in some way. Like every detail of it was familiar, was etched carefully into his mind, but one major thing felt off. Why did he know this man’s face? Why did it feel so familiar??

The giant swiped a thumb against him, wiping some more spit off. “I…I can’t believe it’s you! I’m so sorry, Q, I had no idea at the time, I swear it.” He chuckled wetly, and Quackity searched further into his own mind. The voice was vaguely familiar if he ignored the accent, now that he thought about it. Something in his instincts screamed that he should absolutely know who this was. “I missed you. Fuck, Alex, I missed you so, so much. I’m so sorry I didn’t get to see you grow up. I wish I would have. I hope Tina and Sam took good care of you for me. From what I’ve heard, Sapnap and Karl have been taking care of you for a while now, too, haven’t they?” He laughed, still crying, still grieving. Quackity looked at him, something clicking as he talked about his- no, their family. He knew why he knew this man. He couldn’t place it earlier because he thought he was dead. He’d accepted he was dead years ago, mourned for years and years, banished the thought of him from his mind to ease the pain.

“…George…?” He barely whispered, too afraid that if he said it louder it wouldn’t be true. That he’d wake up and the visage of his giant long dead brother would be gone. He didn’t wake up. The giant just grinned and nodded, holding Quackity up and pressing him against his nose, lightly trailing his thumb down his back. “I’m here, Q. I’m here for good.” Quackity let himself be held in this awkward imitation of a hug; he didn’t sob, he didn’t scream, he just let himself cry silently as he tried to wrap his mind around everything. The last time he’d seen George…

He took a deep breath. It was a memory he’d long repressed, the mere thought of it sending him into a spiral of grief and longing that took him days to get out of. But his brother was in front of him. His brother was here. His brother was back.

No matter how much he said it, he still couldn’t truly believe it. Not yet.

He’d been in his house, in a carefully carved out hole at the base of a tree. Sapnap had just walked in, complaining about how slow George was. He and his dads were over for dinner. Karl was too; he didn’t have parents, so the families of the colony rotated taking care of him. It was Sam’s turn that night. No one knew him well, but George had been making an effort to make him feel included. Without him there, Karl awkwardly sat alone at the table, waiting. The kitchen smelled wonderful, a mix of whatever herbs and vegetables Sam could harvest wafting through the air. It was almost sunset, the sky turning a pale pink. Quackity wasn’t sure why he remembered everything from that night in so much agonizing detail. Maybe it was because it was the last night of normalcy, the last few moments of peace and comfort he’d feel for years. Maybe he wanted to hold onto how he’d felt in those moments, before his heart had been shattered and his community broken.

Sapnap had sobbed so hard that he couldn’t speak for a week after and got so dehydrated that he could barely see or walk. Tina needed to be alone and didn’t leave her room until the memorial. Karl had made himself useful where he could, comforting the others, distracting himself. Quackity didn’t see him break down over it until about a year later, after they’d grown close. Quackity had heard Sam smash things in a blind fit of rage and hurt in the moments after, though he spent the next months building and crafting for the colony to try and forgive himself by being useful to others. Bad comforted him when none of it made him feel any better. Skeppy took over Bad and Sam’s duties to the colony for while.

Quackity didn’t quite know how to mourn. The others knew that, of course, but…he was 11. Logically he knew his brother wasn’t coming back, but it slipped his mind. He’d wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare of humans and running and grieving and find himself in his brother’s now empty bedroom. He made portions of food for George at the table, and no one would move it from the empty seat. He talked with friends about how much George would love to hear what he’d done that day when he got home. No one corrected him. Permanency doesn’t make much sense to an 11 year old. At 12 or 13, you start to get it. Sapnap, after all, was only a year older than him and understood just fine. By 14, 15, 16-

Quackity is 20. Slowly but surely, he had learned that his brother wasn’t coming back.

He tried so hard to commit his brother’s face to memory. He was so young when he’d lost him. He tried desperately to etch every single minute detail into his mind so he’d never lose at least that part of George. Every detail of his face from 9 years ago stayed perfectly intact in Quackity’s mind, which may be why he hadn’t recognized him now. This George wasn’t 16 anymore, he would be 25, and he looked like it. He had bags under his eyes, creases around his mouth and forehead that hadn’t been there, and, oh yeah, every detail that he did recognize was about 100x larger than it should have been. George wasn’t a teenager, he was a grown man, and it was strange to see. He could only imagine how strange George felt seeing him as an adult when he’d barely been old enough to go borrowing last he’d seen him. He wondered if George questioned his face mask, but he wasn’t going to push that if he didn’t have to. George hadn’t been around when he’d gotten the scar that marred his face, and he’d hate for his brother’s image of him to be tainted by it.

This…was him. It was really him.

“Holy shit…” Quackity said breathlessly, not bothering to say more. What more could he say? His brother was back. Against all odds and logic, he was alive and safe and home. Quackity still wasn’t fully in his right mind when he felt himself be pulled away from the warmth and set on the ground. He had half a mind to argue it, dreading being apart from his brother after just finding him again, before he saw the giant clothes fall to the ground and a much more recognizable version of George crawl out. Apparently, he followed the Sapnap rule of “keep tiny clothes in your pocket when human in case you have to shrink.” He was so much easier to recognize like this; the version of George he used to imagine he would find one day, before reality forced him to give up hope and move on.

Quackity finally broke and ran to him, throwing himself at his brother who caught him with ease. He felt like a little kid again, when he would tackle his brother after he got home from scavenging or farming to show how much he’d missed him. He clung to him like a lifeline, and George ran one hand through his hair and hugged him with another as Q wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He let Quackity cry quietly into his shirt and just held him. “How…? How’ve you…you were…I saw…” Quackity couldn’t quite put everything into words, not when what he was feeling was so fresh. “It’s ok. Everything is ok right now.” George’s voice quivered slightly, the only thing betraying his emotions right now. He so easily slotted himself back into the older brother role that he’d been robbed of for years. “I’m here now. I can explain everything later. For now, let’s just…let’s just be here.” “You’d better,” Quackity laughed sarcastically, “explain, i mean, considering I just spent the better part of today in your stomach.” Quackity laughed more genuinely as he recieved an annoyed but light slap to the back of the head for that comment, but relented.

Quackity wasn’t sure how long they just stood like that, but eventually, he heard footsteps coming from the vents. He let go and looked up to find Sapnap tying a rope down, and Dream standing waiting for it. They made their way down as much of the rope as they could since it wasn’t long enough to hit the ground; Dream started using shelves to scale down while Sapnap basically jumped down far too quickly to be safe. “Quackity!” Sapnap yelled, throwing himself at his fiancé and pressing their faces into a rough kiss that had Quackity laughing before Sapnap even pulled away. “What the hell, man, where have you been all day?! Karl and I have been worried sick!” “Why don’t you ask him?” Quackity answered, pointing at George who had a look of absolute disbelief painting his face. Quackity was confused by his reaction for a moment before remembering that he’d missed the past few years that led to his engagement. He went to explain himself until George suddenly snapped head to look at Sapnap. “I so deserved that $20.” Sapnap punched him and Quackity couldn’t help but feel very lost. He was saved from his confusion when Dream finally hit the ground and all of George’s attention was drawn to him.

“Holy fuck, you are like me…” George whispered, eyes wide. Dream laughed, closing the distance between them. “I may or may not have been shot at. Took me a while to get used to, but i’ve been able to shift for a while now.” He explained awkwardly. George, eyes still wide with shock, nodded slowly. George started to ask Dream more questions, and Dream explained how he’d learned about borrowers and their culture, and told George that Tommy was a shifter, too. Sapnap slipped himself right next to Quackity, interlocking their fingers and squeezing his hand tight, not seeming to mind how thoroughly soaked in spit Quackity still was. “So…your brother.” Sapnap whispered, and Quackity chuckled quietly. “My brother. This is…so damn weird. I really thought-“ “yeah.” Sapnap interrupted him, voice choked up. Quackity had a feeling he didn’t want to hear it any more than he himself wanted to admit it out loud. “But here he is…” Quackity trailed off. Sapnap didn’t try to continue the thought. They had nothing more to say. The two stood, hands interlocked, content to watch as Dream and Georges’ serious conversation turned to playful bickering.

“Hey,” Quackity started, squeezing Sapnap’s hand just a little tighter to get his attention. “does Karl know yet?”

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“I’m going to kill those fuckers when they get back here.” Karl muttered to himself, pacing the floors of his living room. ‘if they get back here,’ his mind supplied unhelpfully. He had parted ways with Sapnap almost 2 hours ago, and had been texting him nonstop. Nothing. He’d gone back out to look for him; after all, he was human size, how hard could he be to find? Hard, apparently, cause the man was fucking nowhere. Now both of his fiancés were missing. Awesome, perfect, how could this day get any better?

As if on que, he heard footsteps echoing through the carved tunnels of the home. About 4 distinct sets, if he was hearing right. Good. He didn’t know that many borrowers, and even fewer knew their way through the walls of the store, so two of them had to be Quackity and Sapnap. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders at the realization that they were alright. The others he assumed were Dream and Tommy, since it wasn’t too out of the ordinary for them to show up unannounced and stay the night. Karl just hoped they wouldn’t mind listening to him chew his fiancés out for making him worry so much.

Karl took a few deep breaths, preparing himself to not yell at the two for stressing him out for hours. Just kindly scold a bit, that’s all. It just so happened that in his pacing, his back was facing the door when he heard the first step into the room, followed by the rest of the group. He took a deep breath in.

“Sapnap, Quackity. You had better have a good fucking reason for not telling me where you were or I swear to god-“ Karl started, swiveling to face whichever of his fiancés had been unfortunate enough to walk in first only for all of his air to leave him at once.

Sapnap, Quackity, and Dream stood near the entrance, a good few inches behind the man face to face with Karl. Karl couldn’t breathe. He actually couldn’t fucking breathe. The man was a good bit shorter than him, with dark curly hair and a light spattering of freckles. He looked up at Karl with tears in his mismatched eyes, eyes Karl never thought he’d see again.

“Hi, Karl.”

He wasn’t exactly sure what happened. One second, he was looking at a living ghost. The next? There were four people surrounding him, he was facing the ceiling, and his head fucking hurt.

“…ow would I have known?!” “Is this normal, has he fainted before?” “No!” “Shit, fuck, did he hit his head?” “I think so, do you guys have an ice pack?” “We live in the walls, Dream, how the fuck would we have ice.” “Shut up, shut up, he’s waking up!”

Karl sat up half on his own and half with the help of who he could only assume were Quackity and Sapnap. “God dammit, my head hurts.” Karl whined, the black still leaving the corners of his eyes and his vision clearing painfully slowly. “Nice goin’ George, you concussed him.” “Fuck off, Sapnap, no I didn’t…did I?” Karl vaguely saw a green shape move closer. Dream then. He felt his eyes be pried opened, then shut again. “His pupils are normal, he’ll be fine.” “Oh thank god.” The british voice responded. It was the only voice Karl couldn’t immediately recognize, though it sounded familiar in its own right.

He finally opened his eyes the rest of the way to see the same dark haired man sitting in front of him, face plastered with worry. “…Karl? You ok?”

Karl sat in silence for a minute, face carefully blank, the calm before a storm. “…am I ok?” Karl asked quietly, volume growing quickly, “am I ok? am I ok?! Holy fuck, George!!” Karl practically screamed, throwing himself at the man in front of him and squeezing him in as tight of a hug as he could manage. “I’m not the one who’s been missing in action for 9 goddamn years, what do you mean ‘am I ok,’ fuck off, holy shit.” he laughed, tears pouring down his face. “What the fuck, what the fuck…” he muttered, unable to hide his smile as he cried. “I missed you, too.” George whispered, clinging onto Karl.

Karl let go of the hug, still keeping a grip on both of George’s shoulders as he turned to his fiancés. “How did you…?” “He just showed up.” Sapnap shrugged at the same time Quackity said “He kidnapped me.” Both of the fiancés turned to him. “He’s a shifter and I’m sopping wet. Put the pieces together.” Karl and Sapnap turned back to George, who was red in the face and refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. “Wait you’re a- nevermind.” Karl shook his head, “I don’t care, not right now. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the who, when, where, how, or the why. I just care that you’re here. We can iron out the rest of that later.” “Sounds good.” George muttered, eyes locked firmly with the ground. “Dude, we do it too. You have no reason to be embarrassed.” Sapnap tried to comfort, gesturing to Dream and himself, but George just sputtered something that could have been an attempt at words before giving up and burying his face in his hands. “Give him a break,” Quackity intervened, “it was his first time storing someone he’d see again after, now he’s gotta live with the fact I know what his stomach looks like. Plus it was his first time eating a borrower and it happened to be his brother, he’s gonna be weird about it.” Quackity half explained half teased. George flipped him off with both hands without uncovering his face. “Fuck you, I’m keeping your bag.” he muttered, his voice muffled behind his hands. Quackity shot back some obscenity before Sapnap quickly pulled him into a different room to put on clothes that weren’t soggy.

“Why are you here then? No offense.” Karl asked Dream. “I fuckin’ brought him here! He moved here to move in with me, we’ve been dating online for like 5 years. I had no idea he knew any of you or was even a borrower until I ‘introduced’ him to Sapnap.” “Wait, you’ve been what?!” Karl dramatically turned back to George. “You’re dating Dream?!” “Mhm.” George confirmed, finally lowering his hands from his face. “Had no idea he was a…what’d Q call me, a shifter? Absolutely never would have guessed he’d be the one to reunite me with all of you.” “I’m planning your wedding.” Karl said, a tone of finality to his voice. “You can plan my wedding if I can plan yours.” George smirked, eyes darting to the braid around Karl’s ankle. Karl’s face went red hot in a matter of seconds. “So you-“ “Know that you’ve been dating my brother and best friend for god knows how long? Yes. I was betting on it, even. Sapnap gave me $20.” “Ok cool,” Karl sighed, “cause I wasn’t positive what kind of reaction you’d have to the idea that your brother and I have ha-“ “And that’s where that sentence can end!!” George shouted, shoving both of his hands over Karl’s mouth. “No more!! You keep that to yourself!” Dream snorted and Karl cackled from behind George’s hands.

“What did he say?” Quackity asked, re-entering the room with Sapnap, both in their pjs and Quackity with a new less wet and suffocating face mask on. “Nothing I wanted to hear.” George said in lieu of an answer, removing his hands from Karl’s mouth and wiping the spit off them. “Wanna spend the night? You guys can borrow some clothes to sleep in.” Sapnap asked, looking to George more than Dream. George glanced back to Dream. “…I need to move the stuff I brought from England into Dream’s house. Plus, the U-Haul arrives tomorrow morning and I really should meet Tommy in person.” George’s voice was sad, and only got sadder as the looks on the faces of his family dropped. They all sat silently, none of the borrowers making a move to argue and neither Dream nor George moving to leave. “…we can do it tomorrow.” Dream said finally. “If we leave here by like 7:30 we can make it to the house before the U-Haul gets there. Plus Tommy, Ranboo, Foolish, and Puffy will be helping us bring your stuff in, so it won’t take that much longer if we don’t start it now. And Tommy loves any chance he can get to drag Ranboo over for a solo sleepover night. You’ll be living with him, you’ll get plenty of chances to get to know him.” “Really?” “Of course really, you shouldn’t have to be pulled away from your long lost family to deal with a U-Haul.”

The borrowers collectively cheered, Karl going to drag more pillows and blankets into the bedroom area, Sapnap grabbing clothes he thought would fit them, and Dream shooting a quick text to Tommy that said he wouldn’t be home that night before joining Quackity in showing George around the rest of the “house.” Dream just watched George’s face. What? He’d only met him in person about a day ago, he was allowed to admire how lucky he’d gotten in the boyfriend department, the man was gorgeous. All of George’s attention was on Quackity. He’d never seen so much unbridled joy on someone’s face. He kind of looked like he was on the verge of tears, but to be fair, he’d looked like that all day. Like he was grieving. Dream couldn’t blame him. If he’d been separated from Foolish for as long as George had been separated from Quackity, he’s sure he’d feel the exact same way.

It didn’t take long for all of them to settle together. Dream had been taught a long time ago that that was just an outdoor borrower thing; they only had whatever insulation existed in the forest for their homes, so they conserved whatever heat they could by sleeping in a pile. Despite the store being heated, Dream supposed old habits died hard. Or maybe they just didn’t want to be apart again so soon, even to sleep.

George was in the middle, arm tightly around Quackity with his hand holding Karl’s, who himself was curled around his fiancé. On his other side, Sapnap leaned into him, George’s arm firmly locked in his. All of them were either half asleep or fully dead to the world, eyes closed and peaceful. They made a pretty picture; they looked like a family. Dream moved to separate himself from them, not wanting to interrupt their moment, before being yanked back down by both his wrist and his leg and falling into the pile. “And where do you think you’re going?” George mumbled sleepily, and Dream registered that it was his tail that has yanked his leg (he was going to have to get used to the idea that his partner had a tail, why was no one in his life human anymore) while it was Sapnap’s hand that was firmly grasped around his wrist. “I- I just didn’t think I shou-“ “Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap mumbled, freeing his wrist and groggily smacking Dream in the face. “Just.. shut the fuck up and sleep. It’s been such. a fucking day. Just sleep.” George hummed in agreement, obviously barely clinging to consciously, pulling Dream closer to him with his tail. Dream took the hint and wrapped his arms around George, who didn’t have any hands to spare. He sighed, resting his head against his boyfriend’s collarbone and hearing a faint purr. Right, borrower. He’d need to remember that.

He couldn’t quite be sure what the future held, especially now. First he wasn’t human, then his ward wasn’t human, and now his boyfriend isn’t human and also happens to be a missing family member/friend to a bunch of his friends, who also aren’t human. Tomorrow, he’d drag George out to their home and unload a U-haul with help from his mom and brother and Tommy’s best friend. Tomorrow, George would meet Tommy (and Tubbo, once Puffy and Foolish left). Tomorrow, George would get a tour of his new home and town, the parts he hadn’t seen growing up as a borrower. Somewhere down the line Dream would have to tell his family that he wasn’t a human, that no one in his house was a human, and he knew that somewhere down the line he’d help reunite George with the rest of the people he was taken from. But for now, everything was alright. Right now, for the first time ever, he held his boyfriend in his arms after 5 years of falling asleep on the phone together. Right now, for the first time in almost a decade, a man reunited with his brother and two best friends. And for right now, that would be enough.

[kitty-fighter]

I'm bored, if anyone wants to ask Lore Questions about TVD!AU, please do.

Just so People are Aware, TVD!AU stands for The_Victorian_Dormouse!AU. And a lot of the Lore stuff is being built during a RP I'm currently doing with a friend with their own DSMP!AU, [Fae!Tommy AU].

{One important thing, these are Characters, not the Content Creators}

|Names & Profiles Under The Cut|

|TVD!Crew Role, Species & Location|

[Note: If someone has both Inside & Outside, the location that is listed first is where they'll mostly spent their time]

Dream: Borrower;Mouse, Inside

Drista: Size-Shifter;[Unknown], Outside+Inside

George: Borrower;Water_Snake, Outside

Sapnap: Borrower;Blaze_Bat, Inside+Outside

BBH: Human_Being;Arch-Winged_Deal_Devil, Inside

Skeppy: Borrower;Gemling_Mouse, Outside+Inside

Quackity: Borrower!Canary_Mimic, Outside+Inside

Philza: Borrower;Crow, Outside

Kristin/Mumza: Size-Shifter;H.S.H, Inside+Outside

Tommy: Human_Being; Winged_Raccoon, Inside

Tubbo: Borrower;Moth_Mouse{Since Every Other AU is a Bee}, Outside

JackManifold: Size-Shifter;[Unknown], Outside+Inside

[mysterious-gizem]

𝐇𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

Warning/s: (???)

Prompt given by: @local-squishmallow

Taglist: @da3dm, @gt-mcyt

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"Sapnap wait up!"

Karl heaved as he slammed himself onto the other, "Dang, those humans are more rowdy than you, Sap." He grinned as they both stood there; catching their breath. The raven haired male rolled his eyes, "How much did you eat?" He asked the brunette curiously. Karl sighed as he stared for a moment, "Not much, honestly I'm still a bit hungry."

Sapnap huffed as he bit his lip, "We might have to go out again later, I think those humans are going to 'stream' or something, so they should be in their room's?" He explained, Karl beamed as he continued to walk through the tunnels in the walls; with Sapnap following not too far behind.

The two lived in these walls for years, happy with the fact that only one human was staying there. That was until two other humans came, as rowdy and loud, than they could ever expect. That day, the duo quickly scrambled away to hide.

The days that followed the loud giants stayed and continued to be chaotic and somehow all over the place, which caused them to struggle. And if that wasn't enough, the original human that they enjoyed having their presence with got up and left. To be fair, they heard he would be back, but damn? They were left to deal with these two unknown and wild giants!

Days passed by with the two borrowers struggling to get ahold of food. Occasionally, they'd see a few bits and peices lying around, but it was more or less just left overs, in sum, it's been hectic.

Once they reached their little quarters, they stared at their item's on the ground, having to live in a house with people a hundred times bigger than you made it seem that a task as simple as them walking, feel like an earthquake from their perspective. They quickly picked up the item's that were sprawled across the ground.

They chatted for a few hours, in hopes they could ignore the empty feeling in their stomachs.

It was a rather hard task-

~♤~

"Sap! One of the humans left a bag of food on the counter!" Karl gleefully announced, the borrower was practically bouncing off the walls as he waited for Sapnap to get ready. The ravenette grinned as he grabbed Karl's hand and dragged him out of their tunnels.

Surprisingly, none of the humans were in the proximity, which made them hastily move towards the counter. The two assisted each other in climbing the furniture. They crept towards the bag and subtly ripping a hole in the back so they could enter.

Karl squealed as he began munching on a discarded fry laying on the bottom of the bag. Sapnap did the same with chicken nuggets, ofcourse neither of them knew the names of the food, but to them, it was delicious and edible.

The two were so ecstatic that they finally ate a decent meal they didn't realize one of the humans standing right outside the paper bag. A looming shadow caught their attention as they stared up.

The two let out a shriek; with the human gasping at the same time. The borrower's quickly scrambled out of the hole they ripped out from the back of the bag and began sprinting towards one of their wall tunnels.

"Hey, wait!" The human said as he tried grabbing the tinies, barely missing their bodies before they entered into the walls. Karl and Sapnap were terrified, bumping into the sides of the wall as they tried heading to their main room.

They both slumped beside the wall; catching their breaths once they knew they were safe. The two shuddered as the moment replayed in their thoughts, Sapnap was the first to speak, "Cmon Karl, let's get to bed..." He said whilst trying to soothe himself and the shaking borrower before him.

~♤~

"George, I'm telling you I saw these tiny guys eating my food!" The ravenette insisted as he tried convincing the other with the fact. "You're literally seeing things!" Quackity groaned, "Look! They even ripped the back of my bag to get it!" He said, holding up the bag. The brunette rolled his eyes as he let out an exasperated sigh. "That could be rats." He stated before getting up.

"Cmon, we need to go set up for stream!" George said while nudging the other, the ravenette rolled his eyes. During the stream, his thoughts were mixed with focusing on the stream and the miniature human's living in their house.

Meanwhile, Karl and Sapnap were basically just hanging around in their small room until Karl groaned to break the silence, "I'm so boooored-" He whined; he just recently calmed himself down after almost being caught and suddenly being persistent on doing something fun or to Sapnap's opinion, reckless.

"If you really wanna go out, we can go at night." He sighed, turning his head back to do what he was previously doing. The taller brunette sighed as he sat there waiting for nightfall.

Later that evening two were now cautiously roaming around the house, the cat apparently named 'Patches' was no where in sight, which surprisingly upset Karl; the feline was actually warming up to them.

Karl and Sapnap were giggling around as they did stupid stunts around the house. They were sitting on the coffee table in the living room when they both shrieked when a clear plastic container slammed down around them.

"¡Maldición! ¡Todos ustedes son realmente reales!"

Karl and Sapnap were tightly wrapped together as they stared up at the human, "DREAM, GEORGE, COME HERE!" He screamed, calling out his friends. The two came running in. George's eyes were wide when his gaze fell on the two figures on the coffee table, Dream however had a more worried look.

"Dream!" Karl cried out.

The human mumbled a curse but before he could speak, Quackity spoke.

"Dream do you know them!?"

"Kinda yea?" He awkwardly said.

"¿QUÉ?"

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Hii-, sorry if it's short and disappointing. It actually was hectic recently for me😭 Our ceiling kinda collapsed and fell on me while I was sleeping, and my teachers have been giving way to many projects😭

Again, I'm sorry it took so long to write, and if it's bad😅

[ador3him]

Hey its 👻 anon, hope all is well! can i request librarian!george with Model!reader hcs? and sfw & nsfw if you want! but sap and dream kinda mess with him bc hes dating a literal model 😭

pairing: librarian!George X model!reader

Requested? Yes by my lovely 👻 anon

authors note: I RLLY HOPE YOU ACTUALLY MEANT LIKE A LIBRARIAN BC THATS WHAT I WROTE

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-george and her met when she needed to borrow a book on fashion evolution.

-she sat in a corner reading for a couple hours until the library closed.

"hey, um, we are closing," George's voice was barely above a whisper and he stood fair from her completely intimidated by her confidence and looks.

"oh! I am so sorry, do you think you can hold this for me? I'll be back tomorrow," her voice almost made George's knees buckle.

-she stood barely shorter than George and walked to him holding out the book. Their fingers brushed as he took it from her hands.

-george went red as electricity shot through him.

-the next day yn came in and looked for George, she rung the bell and watched as he emerged. His smile lifted slightly at the sight, yesterday she was in a sundress and today something more casual and comfy.

"here you are," George peeped out handing her the book. "Perfect, thank you.." she waited for his name, "oh George," he breathed out. "Thank you George, I'm yn," she smiled and walked back to the corner she was in the day before.

-soon she would come in for other books, books she didn't even read.

-yn just sat in the corner and pretended to read, her eyes fixated on the slightly shy librarian.

-she started to bring him coffee and lunch.

"hey Georgie? I know this is kinda random but I have an extra ticket to my show tonight, would you like it?" Yn asked her confidence radiating off her. "Show?" "I'm a model," her pearl teeth shone as she talked.

-george went red, she wanted him at her show. She's a model, how could he not tell, she's gorgeous.

"I would love to go," "perfect, here, and after maybe we could go get something to eat. You've been dealing with me for awhile, I'd like to thank you,"

-after the show they went out to dinner at a restaurant, yn tried to pay but George paid before she could.

"Georgie I said I'd pay," the nickname burned his cheeks. "Too bad," he mumbled and stood up.

-they went out a couple more times, mostly platonic or that's what George thought until one day.

"thank you for walking me home, Georgie," they stood on her front porch. "Would you like to come in?" He nodded and walked in after her.

-she gave him a glass of water and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Georgie?" Her voice whispered her name so delicately. He hummed in response nervous. "Kiss me," and that's all it took.

SMUT BELOW!

-their lips were clashing together and yn tugged off his sweater over his head.

-george's hands wandered over her waist and up to her boobs squeezing then making her let out a moan.

"wanna go to my bedroom?" She whispered. He nodded moving off of yn.

-he took in the sight of a model naked in front of him, waiting for him.

-his hands trailed down her stomach to her clit.

-she let out a muffled moan, buckling her hips towards his fingers.

"fuck me Georgie," she pleaded.

-his cock throbbed for her tight pussy.

-he let himself out of his underwear, slapping his cock onto her clit.

-he pushed himself in, his hand wrapped around her throat.

"fuck yn," he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Faster," she pleaded. And he complied.

-his thumb moved against her clit. Their skin slapped against each other.

"cum for me yn," she let out choked out moan, her pussy clutching against his cock.

"don't pull out Georgie," she pleaded as his cum filled her tight pussy, grasping for every drop of him.

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"no way you fucked her," sapnap's mouth was agape. George nodded laughing, "I can't believe it either,"

"you're so whipped," dream smiled. "I'm dating a model of course I'm whipped."

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Hi hi Bitty I made some fanart for your minicraft au (Roommates fic, this time) again :]

Hope you like it (it looks a bit bad tho :']) @bittydragon

If anyone want to read it, you have it here

[pray4saint]

could we get some hcs of what it was like planning your wedding and the actual wedding day for dteam? i think that’d be cute !! :))

dteam wedding planning hcs

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. gn!reader. bridezilla!dream energy.

a/n. yes ofc :)) this was a really cute idea

dream

probably has his own version of bridezilla going on: he's yelling at the planner, angry at how the venue looks, upset with the catering menu and how the invitations turned out despite how perfect they are

”clay, honey.” you turn his face to you and all the frustration is gone when he looks at you. ”hm?” ”the invitations are perfect,” you press a kiss to his cheek as you rub circles into his back, ”i promise.” he nods to you. ”everything's gonna be alright, okay?” again he nods and you kiss him, bringing a smile to both his lips and yours.

when you get into a bridezilla type frenzy he is absolutely not useful and you're both yelling at each other and if any outsider saw you two yelling they'd assume your marriage wouldn't last long

his mom is the one who gets the both of you to calm down, reminding you both that the wedding is only a public display of your commitment, and that all that really matters is how the two of you feel about getting married on the inside

clay who kisses your ring finger, just above your engagement ring every morning when you wake up and every night just before you let your exhausted rule your body and you fall asleep / and kisses your ring finger just after he's put your wedding band on it

wanted a colour scheme of white, green and a colour you thought would go with it

also definitely the type to refuse money from both of your families, claiming that he wants to show them how he can provide for you and you two will be fine without financial help from anyone even though it's really not that deep

when you get into a bridezilla type frenzy he is absolutely not useful and you're both yelling at each other and if any outsider saw you two yelling they'd assume your marriage wouldn't last long

his mom is the one who gets the both of you to calm down, reminding you both that the wedding is only a public display of your commitment, and that all that really matters is how the two of you feel about getting married on the inside

clay who kisses your ring finger, just above your engagement ring every morning when you wake up and every night just before you let your exhausted rule your body and you fall asleep / and kisses your ring finger just after he's put your wedding band on it

wanted a colour scheme of white, green and a colour you thought would go with it

also definitely the type to refuse money from both of your families, claiming that he wants to show them how he can provide for you and you two will be fine without financial help from anyone even though it's really not that deep

sapnap

absolutely believes in wedding superstitions: getting married on a wednesday, wearing a 'something borrowed' from people who've had long marriages, etc

and in honour of his greek heritage, he talked you into keep a sugar cube each somewhere on your person (it's said the cubes of sugar will sweeten your union)

aside from traditions and superstitions, he's very open to anything you want for the wedding

”baby are you sure there isn't anything you'd rather have?” you ask, eyes scrolling over the same venue and catering list again. he keeps an arm around your waist, smiling at your concentration. ”a hundred percent. whatever you want.”

one night after a couple of glasses of wine, you decided you two would be a little different and put your families on the wrong sides of the venue, his family behind you and your family behind him

very split menu, quarter greek food, quarter food of your choosing (or your favourites in your culture), and the rest of picked for you by the caterer

definitely has looked at both your first name with his last name and his first name with your last name in different fonts and handwriting styles

george

probably doesn't have any initial requests and only asks for little things as they come up during planning, like centrepieces for the reception that he knew his mom would like or the seating chart, again for the reception so he could move two people he knew would fight away from each other

also reminds you of little things while you're talking to all the professionals, like that a certain friend can't have garlic so the garlic bread is off the menu or another friend can't have meat so fish and salads have to be on the menu

lets you pick whatever colours you want, even if he couldn't see them (although let's be honest the main accent colour was blue)

always lets you talk to the professionals and even if it's his card being swiped, has you confirm all the details and prices

”darling, does this look right?” your eyes scan over the digital receipt and you immediately catch the error. ”no, there's a few too many centrepieces.” you point to the number and tap to bring it back down. he looks at you with such admiration while you do the simple task and it makes your cheeks heat up. ”george, what's wrong?” ”nothin', just admiring my spouse-to-be.” he smiles at you, putting an arm around your waist.

his only real request is to have a small registry, because he likes his things and he likes your things and doesn't want to replace anything just because a guest bought it for you

also he worked out playlists for every event leading up to the wedding and on the wedding day based solely on songs you told him you loves + like two songs he likes on each playlist

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