#sapnap: jet

[pomellon]

Since I finished George’s previous lives yesterday, I figured I’d finished up Sapnap’s as well, so here they are :D

They all exist in the same time periods as Dream’s past lives :D

[sailordream]

bro is actually delirious rn he is Yapping

[dreambranding]

this stream is so vile why do 2020 stream pack the most gut wrenching things

[ohnothisisathing]

You know Sapnap is back home because otherwise Dream would have been posting pictures all day and posting voice memos or something and giving off the vibe that he may just face reveal on a whim.

[jetstarred]

i hope tumblr dies a thousand deaths (tried searching for a tag on my blog and couldnt find what i was looking for)

[lilywastaken]

First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3

⇝ARTIC COLD.

CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.

SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.

WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!

A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! &lt;33

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

You were used to travelling at this point.

Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.

And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.

After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.

Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.

It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.

But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"You look like a penguin."

George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.

"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."

"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.

"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.

"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.

"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.

Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.

He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.

It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.

It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.

And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.

"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"

"Wait, that's possible!?"

Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.

"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.

"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.

"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.

"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.

"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.

But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.

The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.

Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.

Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.

After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.

But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.

"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."

You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.

"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.

"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"

"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."

You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.

You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.

"Wh-"

"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."

You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.

"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.

"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.

"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."

"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.

"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.

"Truce?"

The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.

Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.

"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."

"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.

"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.

"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.

"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.

"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.

His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.

"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.

Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.

His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.

And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?

Maybe he was deluded.

That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-

What?

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.

Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.

And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.

He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.

"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.

His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.

"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.

"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.

He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.

Fuck.

You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.

You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.

But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.

Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.

"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."

"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"

The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.

"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"

Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.

"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."

"Great! Here, let me hel-"

"You can just share with me."

Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.

"That's fine, right?"

"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.

"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.

"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."

Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.

After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.

"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.

"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.

A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.

"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.

"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.

You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.

"You got it?"

"Yep."

Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.

"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.

That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!

"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"

"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.

"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."

"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"

"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.

You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.

But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.

Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.

"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.

"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.

"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.

After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.

You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.

"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.

"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.

You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.

You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.

You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.

"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.

"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."

He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.

"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."

"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."

It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.

Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.

"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"

You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.

"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."

Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.

"In a non-platonic way."

"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.

"Please say somet-"

"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.

"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."

You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."

He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.

"Holy shit."

And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.

"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.

"Yes. Yes please."

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Monthly Fic Roundup - January 2024

starting the new year off with a bunch of bangers!

make sure to leave some love :]

— things that stand to reason by tippysleeps (expl. | comp. | 4k) ; alpha x alpha

And then he’s coasting past twenty, and he’s trying hard not to imagine Dream as some faceless alpha who would grip his hips and fuck him like he’s chasing George’s approval. And then he’s almost twenty-one, and he wakes feeling like his whole body is on fucking fire, and his cock is leaking all over his sheets, and he starts rutting into the mattress like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. And he’s a fucking alpha. And the world crashes down around him.

— moss and porcelain by pondsofkoi (gen | comp. | 1k) ; scar fic

“Can I look at your scar?”

— Him Whom My Soul Loves by definitelynotczargasm (expl. | comp. | 61k) ; 18th century!george x modern!dream

DNF Time Travel AU

note: was published in nov but it was completed in this month so im gonna include it anyways!

— Remember When by minecraftsteve42 (mat. | comp. | 24k) ; jealous!george

Dream starts dating again and George realizes he's not over the fling they had. Can they repair their relationship or did they ruin it forever?

— private religion by 21questions (teen | comp. | 8k) ; band au

The European leg of Dream's tour brings a little more than just revenue and jet lag.

— Omission by VeggieHarumaki (mat. | comp. | 8k) ; siren!george

There has been a warning on every community board, every public building, and every post in this town for as long as Dream can remember. Do not speak to the siren.

— hanging out in my room by nervouswaltz (gen | comp. | 3k) ; milo shits the bed

“And you can’t sleep in the guest house?” Dream deflates, pathetic.

— stay the night by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 3k) ; milo shits the bed

inconveniences and idiots in love

— let it flood, let it flood by sappymix1 (mat. | comp. | 3k) ; established relationship

it's a new year, and they shower.

— Somewhere on a Plane Over the Atlantic by Scoops (consciousness_streaming) (teen | comp. | 3k) ; coda to Curse and Cure of the Internet

George wakes up ready to move to America with a "Right Hand Man" downloaded on his phone.

— love you always by hardtofindneuro (expl. | comp. | 56k | cancer fic but not mcd)

George takes care of Dream. I have cancer. Those three words changed George’s life.

— that got weird by dizzy (mat. | comp. | 1k) ; dreamnap bonding

Dream and Sapnap wait for George to get home.

— The Remedy to Everything by Simplysmitten (expl. | wip | 22k+) ; omegaverse + fwb + meetup

After nearly a year of waiting for his visa, George is finally allowed to go home. Home, meaning a house in Florida that was already inhabited by his two best friends, Dream and Sapnap. Being an omega, George feared what trouble moving in with two alphas could potentially create. He never expected that trouble would come in the form of soft curls and green eyes, sparking something irreversible inside himself.

— we need to talk by womanhunt, wooowriter (mat. | comp. | 7k) ; sapnap-centred + secret relationship

Sapnap is an oblivious idiot.

— More Convenient (An Arrangement of Sorts) by Simplysmitten (expl. | comp. | 7k) ; fwb

Dream can't get off without having a partner to please, but luckily for him, George just moved to America. (also they are idiots in love they are so dumb and so in love but not in an angsty way just a "they're so stupid" way)

— pride (n.): undefined. by Anonymous (gen | comp. | 4k) ; sexuality related + demisexual demiromantic gnf

“D’you wanna go to Pride with me?” Dream asks, out of the blue, on a Tuesday like any other. George looks up, putting a stop to his mindless scrolling and letting his phone fall by his hip on the mattress. Dream is looking at him, expectant, with a brow arched so high it nears his hairline. George isn’t sure he heard him right.

— I Read My Self-Insert Fanfiction to My Boyfriend by thiswasamistake (teen | comp. | 2k) ; established relationship

Dream and George watch and read Percy Jackson together.

[suenitos]

george's march 2021 plan to meet up with dream and sapnap:

charity stream to raise funds for a private jet: ❌

going on a private jet across the ocean: ❌

getting a helicopter to take him over dreams house: ❌

going down a rope down to dreams house: ❌

and he'll make a vlog: ✅

[aninklingof]

Just Pretending

This is my fic for @emmadoodlewrites for the Giggles and Ghasts event! (Run by @gigglesandghasts )

The prompt Emma requested was: (cc!) Dream tickles George awake to get him used to the timezone change but discovers that George was pretending to get tickles!

Lee! George, Ler! Dream

Warnings: none, ✨Platonic!✨

Enjoy, and Merry Christmas!

~~~~~

Dream knocked softly on George’s bedroom door with his ear pressed up close to listen for the man. “George? You awake?”

When no answer was given the blonde entered the room, his eyes landing on the lump of blankets in the middle of the bed. Morning sunlight streamed through the small gap in the window and bathed the calm space in a warm glow, yet here George soundly slept.

It was only day three of George finally living with Dream and Sapnap in the Dream Team household. The last two days Dream had allowed George to sleep as much as he wanted to rid him of his jet lag, but now the taller was worried that George wouldn’t adjust properly to the drastic change in timezones.

So here he was, creeping up to the unmoving mound of blankets to wake the Brit. “George, hey, it’s time to get up,” he said, shaking the man gently. He merely groaned and shifted slightly, but remained stubbornly asleep.

Dream peeled back the layers of covers to reveal a disheveled brunette head. George’s eyes were shut and his mouth parted slightly, he looked so peaceful. Dream almost felt bad.

“Geooorge,” the younger cooed, rubbing his thumb over George’s warm cheek. “Wake up George, it’s time to get up.”

The Brit turned his head away from the feeling, causing Dream to brush over the base of his ear. He let out a small whine and pressed his face further into his pillow.

This gave Dream an idea, and his mouth curled into a smirk that resembled the grinch. “Georgie~ Don’t make me wake you up~” He slowly pulled down the sheets until the brunette’s torso was revealed and he began tracing shapes lazily into the clothed belly bellow him.

George twitched and began to stir at last. He huffed small giggles through his nose and smooshed his face further into his pillow. Dream smiled fondly and took this as his sign to continue.

“Aww, does it tickle Georgie~? Well you’d better wake up to stop me,” Dream teased. He started using both hands to tap on the brunette’s sides.

This time George let out an audible squeak and real giggles began to fall from his lips. His mouth was pressed into a thin smile and his eyelashes fluttered. Almost as if….

“Are you awake?” The blonde asked incredulously, watching the older’s face closely for any hint towards him truly being asleep.

Upon hearing Dream’s words however, George’s cheeks flushed bright red and he began giggling louder and smiling with his teeth. This was enough of an answer.

“You are!!” He suddenly dug his fingertips into George’s ribs, causing the Brit to jump a foot in the air and his eyes to fly open.

“NAHAHA DREHEHEAAAM—!” He cackled, thrashing so hard he kicked all of his blankets to the floor. “Dreheheheam cuhuhuhut ihihihit ohohouuuut!!”

“Why were you pretending to be asleep, huh~?” Dream exclaimed with a wide grin. He swung a leg over George to straddle his hips, continuing to dance his fingers up and down the once-sleeping man’s ribcage like a piano.

“Stohohohop Dreheheam, ihihihit tihihihickles—!” George giggled wildly. His hands gripped Dream’s wrists tight but he made no true attempt to push them off his sensitive torso, which did not go unnoticed by the ladder.

“You’re not pushing me off,” Dream stated before gasping dramatically. “You want me to tickle you don’t you!!”

“NO!! NO I— DreheheEAM—!” George squealed as the younger’s hands jumped up to scratch at his armpits, sending him into waves of hysteria.

“Admit it Georgie! You were pretending to sleep so I’d tickle you silly!” The blonde shouted over George’s screechy laughter and drilled into his underarms enthusiastically.

George arched off the bed and his laughter went silent for a moment before he screamed “OHOHOHOKAY YEHEHES!! YEHEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHI WAHAHAS FAHAHAHAKING!!! PLEHEHEHEASE DREHEHEHEAM EHEHEHEHEHENOUGH!!”

Upon the Brit’s desperate cry Dream immediately stopped and laid down next to the giggling man, cuddling him close and scratching comfortingly at his scalp.

“Thahahat…..” George spoke finally after a few minutes of regulating his breathing. “…..wahas mehean.”

“Says the one who faked being asleep because he wanted them,” Dream responded smugly.

The brunette’s face lit up like a stoplight and he lightly smacked the man cuddling him with a flustered “shut up”.

They ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms and stayed asleep until noon. Sapnap scolded them for sleeping in, but Dream and George didn’t care in the slightest. They’d do it again in a heartbeat.

~~~~~

[mushiewrites]

Hi mushiiiiiiie! Hc that Dream is the type of person who's go to method of waking someone up is tickling them. And in George's first week in the dteam house, his struggle with jet lag this is highly unfortunate for him 😭

-emmadoodlewrites

The way I was squealed at this. Emma you lil evil genius 🥺 Your concepts are too good pls spare me (don't stop sending them tho you kill me in the best way)

No but YEAH, Sapnap has lived with Dream for over a year, so he has fell victim to Dream's way of waking him up if he's taking a little too long to get up. George however, has only heard a few stories here and there, not thinking anything of it and not storing the information away in his mind because of how minuscule it seemed to be.

So when a week after George moves in, and the three of them are supposed to have a stream train all day, Sapnap and Dream are waiting around for George to come into the recording room. They think he's in the shower or something, but when they go to check he's still asleep!

okay yeah I didn't mean to get carried away but here's a lil ficlet type thing under the cut because I couldn't help myself 😅

"Dream, just-" Sapnap was met with a harsh but quiet "sh!" from the blonde, who was already making his way over to the older boys bed, shooting Sap a quick smirk that sent shivers down his spine. He knew what George was in for, so he took a step back, leaning against the doorframe and taking his place to watch the chaos unfold.

Dream had slowly climbed up onto George's bed, straddling his waist as the brunette continued to sleep. He was face down against his pillow, little snores falling out here and there every few seconds if he took in a particularly deeper breath in his slumber. Dream looked at him for a few seconds, taking in the flushed cheeks and the way his eyelashes rested against his cheeks. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do.

But not bad enough to not continue.

Dream began to trace his two pointer fingers up and down the back of the boys ribs, a small smirk on his face as George already began stirring from the light tickles. He grunted, moving to shove his face further into the pillow, clearly not fully awake yet. Dream turned his head towards Sapnap, who was quietly giggling still stood in the doorway watching.

"He's so ticklish already, I'm not even doing anything!" Dream whispered to the younger boy, both of them softly cooing at how adorable George is. Dream continued his task at hand, moving his tracing fingers up and over his shoulder blades, and down under his arms, lightly dragging them down his ribs to his sides.

This got a high pitched squeal from George when the tickly fingers reached under his arms, causing the brunette to pull his arms down to his sides slowly, waking up more and more but not fully registering what was going on. Dream continued fluttering his fingers over George's sides, adding the rest of his fingers as he moved his hands over his lower back.

George jolted, waking himself up and opening the floodgates of his laughter.

"W-Whahahat? I'm- Whahahat ihihis thihihis?!" the more alert George got, the more Dream decided to actually tickle. He wasn't dragging his fingers anymore, instead opted to lodge them between George's arms pressed to his sides, squeezing up and down his lower set of ribs. George practically howled at that, moving his arms and trying to grab at Dream's hands but the angle made it hard to.

"Well look who finally chose to wake up!" Dream teased, giggling while trying his best to keep himself planted on George's waist as the boy beneath him began bucking like his life depended on it. "You decided to bless us with your consciousness once again!"

"DREHEHEAM! NAHAHAHAHA!" George was in hysterics already as he felt fingers sliding between his ribs with the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like electricity, very tickly electricity, was coursing through his skin. He was kicking and burying his face into the pillow, grabbing at the sheets, Dream's sweatpants, his own shirt, his hair - anywhere he could as he continued cackling from the ruthless attack. After another minute of digging into George's bottom ribs, making his laugh go high pitched and sprinkling in a few shrieks, Dream finally climbed off the smaller boy and gave him space to breathe.

"W-Whahahat the....fuhuhuck?" George managed to force out in between gulps of air, giggles still tumbling out as he turned over onto his back, covering his now bright red face with his hands and groaning when he heard Sapnap laugh, realizing he witnessed the whole thing.

"Are you gonna get up and join us now? Or do I need to continue?" he heard Dream say from somewhere close, causing him to jerk away from the hand that lightly tapped onto his sides again and throw the blankets off.

"Nohoho no! I'm up! I'm up!" the brunette practically squealed as he threw himself to the other side of the bed, sitting up and finally meeting the green eyes that had been watching him this whole time. Dream rolled his eyes at George, holding out a hand to him to show he was done. George spent a few seconds eyeing the hand before taking it, allowing Dream to help him off the bed and into a standing position, even though his legs felt like jello.

"You're actually evil. Bohoth of you." George mumbled, trying to sound annoyed but failing due to the giggle that slipped out accidentally.

"Yeah yeah pretty boy, just go get ready. We're streaming in ten." George watched as the two disappeared down the hallway, groaning as he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, still flustered and still feeling the ghost tickles along his ribs.

[dodgebolts]

no one talk about this but karl said he kept a photo of sapnap in his wallet

maybe quackity was right to leave if I had to deal with dnf like that and karlnap like this all the damn time I’d jet asap too

[llitchilitchi]

Ahoj, ahoj, zasa ja a mam ďaľšie otázky o vampire AU!

I know this was technically asked before but I don´t think there was any explicit answer sooo ... aside from vampires what other kinds of supernatural creatures are in your AU? And do you have any ideas on which character would be supernatural and what kind they´d be?

So Sapnap and George can be seen in modern mirrors but what about photos? In some stories it´s said that vampires won´t show on photos so now I wonder ... does Dream ever try to take a selfie with these 2 and George and Sapnap are just not there or it´s just their clothes seeming floating around?

I think it was mentioned that after argument or something Dream puts on lot of silver jewelry because vampires hate that. And I´m sorry if this was already answered and I forgot, but how do Sap and Gogy react to this? Also does Dream put on just enough to keep them from biting or does he go overboard putting on ridiculous amount of jewelry just cuz he can and it´s kinda fun walking around the house with enough silver on him that these 2 assholes don´t even dare to come close? They´d be on the opposite end of the room shooting him very wary glances and just "come on babe, we´re sorry" (I also can´t get the picture of Dream holding eyes contact with them while putting on jet another silver necklace in passive aggressive manner)

Do Sapnap and George ever kinda ... stalk Dream around? Like following him to school etc. even if he doesn´t really want them to?

No myslím, že to je nateraz všetko. Vopred sa ospravedľňujem ak sa za pár dní objavím s ďaľšou otázkou 😅

ahojahoj welcome back :D

the au is gonna be centered around the vampires. I know I promised it half a year ago at this point but I do want to introduce other vampires that snf are friends with (cough cough they're from the munchymc crew). honestly I didn't put much thought into other supernaturals? the only one that I am 100% sure of is that Techno is a werewolf (or a wereboar. let me indulge). as of the others I think it would be nice to include fairies, as you can guess it'd be Tina, Sylvee and/or Hannah, but I don't really know what I'd do with them in the AU, so this is more of just a loose idea than a promise

that's an interesting question! I didn't think about it before, but it's probably because silver (or more specifically, silver bromide/AgBr) was used in photography back in the day. given that the images are processed digitally nowadays, they would not have this problem, though the image of that is really funny. (and, to be entirely honest right now, the selfie of them that I drew was supposed to be a window reflection. if you've taken one of those two-storey trains they make for amazing 'mirror selfie' places)

I should genuinely draw that :D it doesn't repel them Entirely, they can still approach him, but they try to avoid touching anywhere near the silver. which sucks for them because Dream loves his silver rings and chains. but the 'babe. babe no y do u do this to us we're sorry' is very much a thing :D the silver is a very clear sign to back off though, so they'd keep some distance. I wonder how much silver would be necessary to keep them at the other end of the room? on a bit of a sidenote, there is one human-vampire couple where the human threatens to get silver lip and tongue piercings whenever his boyfriend gets a little too much

and no, they don't. they respect him and his privacy and wishes, and trust him enough when he texts them about going places or staying somewhere longer. I'm trying to write a healthy relationship for once

thank you for the questions! vôbec sa nemusíš ospravedlňovať, vždy ma tvoje asks potešia, hlavne keď vidím slovenčinu :D

[box-architecture]

Joy and Lute's favorite uncle is Sapnap. Lute likes him because he fully encourages zoomies and they go on little adventures, aka she runs off in one direction and he follows. He also brings her to cool caves he lit up beforehand so she can be a "real" explorer. The first Iron ingot she ever got is from these adventures, named and resting on a shelf in her room.

Joy loves Sapnap because, the first time they met, Sapnap let Joy climb all over him and take a nap in his arms. Sapnap is in Joy's mind the Best at snuggles and makes sure to nuzzle him goodbye every time. It's Important.

Honeydew's favorite uncle is Techno because he has a habit of humoring her the same way he tends to tease Dream. He strikes that weird balance between treating her as a small person and being just Very silly and they both nod Very Seriously as they do The Most Serious Tasks (dicing carrots for stew)

Jet has a fondness for Philza. He's a lot slower, but his skill and wisdom is extremely reassuring. He often sits with them and asks after their life, and Jet really appreciate the feeling of being treated like An Adult without having to actually be an adult and still getting to go home and be a kid

This is specifically because I had very specific images in my mind of Sapnap napping with creeper cubs, Techno being followed by Honeydew as he hauls in a large basket, and Jet holding a ball of yarn on the floor chatting while Philza knits in a big armchair

Also just because they have a favorite uncle doesn't mean they don't like the others ! They just have specific people they're drawn to. Joy likes listening to Philza's stories about his life, and Techno gives him books to read and quizzes him frequently (they have Many discussions about the Illiad)

Lute thinks of Phil as "old man Philza" and takes great delight in the obligatory making fun of his age, but also he swings her around so she can "fly" and it's her favorite thing ever as a toddler. Techno plays the Big Bad when she's pretending she's a mighty adventurer and will fall dramatically when she baps him with her wood sword. Only for her to crawl on top of him and boop noses to make sure he isn't really dead. He isn't, right? (He opens one eye and then lunges forward to catch her, revived, because The Great Technoblade Never Dies)

Honeydew and Sapnaps relationship is weird and strange but positive. She's poking his cheek. He's poking her cheek back. She thinks he doesn't make any sense. He asks her why he has to. She remains stumped for 45 mins. She gets mad if people don't treat him with the utmost respect. She can and has bitten him. He has accidentally passed on the habit of cracking his knuckles to her

Honeydew is a bit unnerved by Philza for reasons she can't quite articulate, but he's managed to get through to her with the power of Giving Her A Lot Of Opinions About Tea. As time has gone on its gotten easier (his willingness to give up knowledge she needs to become The Best Fighter has helped) but the uneasy feeling she gets about him never truly fades, even if she knows by now it doesn't mean danger.

(She doesn't realize it, but she's smelling Kristen on him. He smells like Death. None of the other kids are "animal" enough to smell it, Dream and Punz are nose blind due to Murder reasons, Sam is noseblind due to prison, and Techno is noseblind to it due to it being his best friend.

Honeydew is a giant rabbit creature that is staring at a guy who smells like Murder and going "something Happened here" (Kristen came by for tea))

Sapnap makes Jet kind of sad sometimes, when they talk, because he mentions Dream when he was younger in a lot of his stories, unscathed, and Dream moves a lot slower now, not able to reach manhunt speed. It makes her wonder if he's unhappy, if they will be unhappy when they grow up and lose things. It takes several talks (and an overnight cuddle with Dream) for them to come to terms with the idea of things changing. She clings to her siblings for a while.

Techno and Jet don't necessarily talk a lot, but they hold hands and tend to be tactile. Jet listens more than talks. She's not big and boisterous, and Techno likes to meet her at her level.

[dnffics]

private religion 🔒

by 21questions

Rated T, 8.5k words

Tags: Band Fic, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Ambiguous/Open Ending

Summary:

“We’re so back, Ken says I’m allowed to be gay at this party,” Dream laughs. “But I don’t know if George is into that. Like, should I DM him?” “No, for the love of God,” Sapnap groans. “You’ll pull up to his DMs and go ‘hey baby, I can show you what dreams are made of’, and he will block you and get a restraining order.” “Boys love my sexy pickup lines.” Laughing, Dream keeps the call on speaker, opening Instagram. “I’m literally in. The master at getting boys. I have a PhD in men.” “You haven’t even dated one since high school,” his best friend points out, “but it’s okay. You’re saving yourself for a hot emo boy—“ “I hate you so much.”

The European leg of Dream's tour brings a little more than just revenue and jet lag.

[grace122]

Alright here we go

In a less surprising turn of events, Sapnap is the next to give in. Between moving around so much for events and work he's had enough distraction to keep his mind off of sex for the most part. Until work isn't enough to keep his distracted any more.

Hes by himself in a hotel room, in some random city he only half remembers. You had left the trip early, having a prior commitment that lead to you guys being halfway across the country from each other. Hes jet lagged and a little insomniac, and his mind wanders to you. At first his thoughts are innocent, how much he misses you, all the fun you guys had traveling together. It doesn't take long for his thoughts to turn dirty though, he misses sex with you almost as much as seeing you.

He picks up his phone, hoping you're still awake enough for what he has in mind. With your voice over the phone talking each other through the motions, you both lose the challenge. You jokingly offer to pay up instead of him, but he brushes you off. You both stay on the phone for a while after that, talking to ease the ache of missing each other and promises of plans when reunited.

He pays up before he goes to bed and hopes people won't notice bc they're all asleep. His plan works until GNF notices and brings it to everyone s attention so they can all make fun of him. His ears are red and he's hurling names back and forth, but he definitely doesn't regret your late night phone call.

-⚜

THIS IS SO GOOD PLZ😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[gladiolidiaries]

its also funny that sapnap has made fun of george for his jet video bc it didnt pull good views when hes over here doing this shit

sapnap should deadass just shut up about george sometimes like espcially the past few banter episodes he's always so angry at him for no reason.

george is doing this shit for free and he's the one pulling in the small amount of views. i hope sapnap and karl know that. we are not watching for them, it's for george and george only