#I'm so excited for her to join this kind of smp FUCK

[wizardyandcheesesammich]

MOUSE????

I'M JUST

I CAN'T

M O U S E ? ? ? ?

I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH MORE POVS BUT GOSH DARN IT, I WILL DO IT FOR MOUSE

[vicea]

thinking anon is very busy with school with only 6 days left and she is screaming of frustration at her science teacher but thinking anon also has too much dnf brainrot to go on with her projects successfully

NO FUCKING THOUGHTS JUST DNF'S DYNAMIC. (i may be a bit biased but we don't talk about that) so basically these two idiots were brought together by the universe, i don't make the rules. they met each other when they were 16-18 and their first time meeting, george fucking ghosted dream but time went by and guess what, they became best friends. dream saying "george i'm gonna blow up, come with me!" and george, ever skeptical and very much not impulsive georgenotfound went, hey why not? AND HERE WE FUCKING ARE BITCHES!!!! dream constantly vying for george's attention and getting jealous whenever he talks to other people and george being fully aware of this fact and doing nothing about it because he's george and he's dream. george having it so that dream's calls go through do not disturb mode and in the wise words of the man himself: "dream needs me sometimes." *cue quackity's maniacal laughter* and them sleep calling as much as possible and those times during bad's late night streams on the smp where the two join and dream starts complaining about him disturbing their call. also note when dream went to go shower on call and george thought he forgot about him </3 both of them joining streams when their counterpart is there then immediately leaving if they're not anymore and dream doing lore with george in a fun and new way that just completely captures george as a cc and his character but also having dark details that tie in with the rest of the storyline. them having flawless teamwork during games and it's like they share a mind and they know each other so well and george knowing when dream's lying in manhunt and vice versa. ("george knows me.") dream saying george's laugh is his favorite and he's the first person he would go to for anything and george looking like that when he heard dream's wheeze. dream never failing to mention george in conversations that has absolutely nothing to do with him and george just perking up whenever someone says the word dream and him getting way more excited when dreams joins calls on stream than he did with others. dream saying he believes in soulmates and i'm sure dnf are each other's soulmate. whether romantic or platonic, you can not tell me they were meant to meet.

and i can't get into all of the details that i adore about their friendship (which is everything) because there's so much there and it's all so wonderful and beautiful and they are the reason i believe in real and unconditional love. their birth charts prove the stars planned for them to be whatever they are and dream is the sun and george is the moon and their relationship is this one massive breathtaking eclipse and it's amazing to witness. dream is open and warm and he loves so much it burns and george is cool and serene and he loves with actions not words and you can just feel something that can and is beautiful between them. i don't know what the fuck is happening them and i don't pretend to know because i don't but all i know is that they have something truly unique and one of a kind, one in a fucking billion and i hope they don't lose that.

- thinking anon

thinking anon! you got this!! those six days will fly by EZ Clap 

i think it’s really funny how George praises Dream a lot but he disguises it with sarcastic tones more often than not. and also how both of them are very much better than the other in their own games such as George is great in chess/csgo and Dream is great in minecraft/among us but they still play those games together and have fun :D and that just makes me very happy because they’re happy ! also they both equally enjoy each other’s companies a lot (dream is just more verbal and honest about it) and spend an absurd amount of time together on VCs from time to time which is really nice because man I personally cannot spend that much time with Anyone on Any day.

unfortunately i don’t have much dnf brainrot as of late so i asked @/dreamnapfound but she said that you basically said everything so :D thank you again thinking anon you worded it all beautifully

[hydrangeaho3]

I'm supposed to be your brother

summary: Wilbur gets mad at Tommy and somehow Phil's the one left to deal with the aftermath

a/n: this fic in no way represents the real people and is merely a work of fiction. If any CCs have a problem with it pls let me know. This is also part 1 of 3 parts. Anyways, happy reading!! 

PART ONE

By the time Wilbur has finally finished his last meeting, it's already 8:00 pm and he's dead tired. His meetings had been absolute bullshit today, some stupid managerial shit he doesn’t feel like taking care of. He’d been planning to go straight home, drink some wine and then pass out before he remembers that he's promised to stream today.

He’s only about a couple of blocks away from his office when the first raindrops hit his face. Wilbur looks up. The sky is slowly darkening and the clouds are beginning to gather. He keeps his pace, hoping that it won’t get too bad until he’s reached his office but his luck doesn’t hold out. He’s only a block away from his house when it really starts pissing it down.

“Shit”

He starts to run and is just pushing the lobby door open when he hears the first clap of thunder. The noise shudders through his entire body, chilling his bones even further. He sighs before making his way to his office in the sea of white doors that surround him. Wilbur pauses before the door. He already knows what's going to greet him inside. Now Wilbur isn’t a neat freak or anything like that, he is a streamer after all but he does pride himself on a certain level of cleanliness.

He cracks open his office door. A giant mess greets him. Papers are lying everywhere, his Home Home poster is lying on the floor. There are old takeout containers next to his keyboard. Frankly, it's a disgusting mess. He’d been meaning to clean up but lately, he's been so busy and not in the greatest headspace and so it had slipped his mind.

Wilbur resolves to clean up the mess after his stream today. He’d been planning on a casual stream, one that didn’t involve a lot of energy or require him to be constantly active and engaged. Maybe a few rounds of GeoGuessr or chatting with Phil and then ending the stream a little early.

He sits down in his chair, sweeps away some of the food containers before hovering over the GoLive button. He hesitates for a couple seconds before clicking on it. His starting soon screen opens up and he watches the viewers start to trickle in. He gives it ten minutes before turning on his face cam and looking over at his chat. The messages are slowly scrolling through the screen.  

Hi Wilbur!!

BIG MAN DUBS

POGCHAMP

Are you okay? You look tired :(

He’s streaming!!!

He decides to ignore that last one before commencing his starting spiel.

“Hey, guys, how we all doing today? Doing good? Well I’ll tell you how I’m doing and that's shit, I’m doing absolute shit. It’s fucking thundering outside right now. Can you hear it chat? It's so goddamn loud.”

“Anyways chat, I was thinking we could play some GeoGuessr you know, just relax and chill out today.” His chat seems pretty okay with that. They’re used to watching Wil play GeoGuessr for hours on end.

He’s been playing for almost an hour now before he hears the discord sound that signifies that someone’s joined his VC.

“BIG MAN. EYYYY WILBUR!!!! How are you???” Wilbur winces as Tommy’s voice plays through his earbuds. It's obnoxiously loud today, even more so than usual, and it’s grating on his ears.

“Hello TommyInnit, how are you?”

“I’ve been doing good Wilbur. Played some Among Us with Tubbo and Schlatt and the rest of the gang. Other than that I’ve been doing my Big Man Activities. You know how it is Wil” Wilbur smiles at the familiar response.

“Ah, I see. How was your Among Us stream?”

“It was really really good. I got to play with Pokimane Wil. THE Pokimane,” Tommy shouts, apparently very excited about this occurrence. “Remember the time we both played with her? Oh god, that must have been so awkward for you Wil. Imagine if Nikki had been there, it would have been so so awkward.”

Wilbur lets out a sigh, he’s really not in the mood to deal with this bit. He’d only planned to stream some GeoGuessr not talk to Tommy about Pokimane and Nikki.

If Wilbur had been blessed with the ability to see the future, he would have known that this moment was where it all started going downhill. Unfortunately for Wil, he wasn’t prophetic so he kept streaming.  

Tommy and Wilbur ended up switching to Minecraft and it doesn’t take long until Tommy’s coming up with some sort of bit involving drugs and an attempt to scam the players on the server. Normally, Wilbur would have loved to play along, leaning into the big brother and young brother dynamics but today it just feels wrong. Maybe it's the cold that has seeped into his bones or maybe it's the clutter surrounding his desk or maybe it's Tommy’s voice grating in his ears.

Tommy’s been talking about how he’s going to need some name tags so his plan works and Wilbur keeps trying to interrupt him and telling him that he’s not in the mood for this bit but it's to no avail.

“Wilbur, Wilbur, what do you think of my plan? I think it’s really good but I need some name tags, oh- I also need some diamonds.” he keeps going and going and is somehow unable to tell that Wilbur is teetering over the edge.

“Tommy, tomm-”

“Oh, they’re some diamonds back in Pogtopia. Oh man, this is such a good plan Wil. No ones going to see it coming,”

“I don’t thin-”

“There’s a fucking reason people call me the biggest man on this SMP. Right Wilbur, right?”

And that's when Wilbur falls over the edge he’s been so delicately balancing on for the better part of two hours. He mutes Tommy over discord before closing Minecraft, filling his stream with only his face cam.

“Alright guys, I think that's where we’re going to be ending today. Hope you guys enjoyed the stream and I am going to be sending you off to Philza. Make sure you guys are nice in his chat and don’t spam him. Okay? Bye chat,” Right before he ends his stream for good he spares one glance at his chat.

bye Wilbur!

adios chat :)

did wilbur seem mad at tommy?

Wilbur felt really off today. Hope he feels better soon.

they really are like brothers

tommy was being a little shit today

Somehow Wilbur manages to ignore all of the texts commenting on how much they loved his stream and how much they enjoyed the Wilbur and Tommy interactions and instead all he focuses on is the last message he managed to read before the stream ended.

tommy was being a little shit today

“Hey Wil, that was a great stream today, I had a lot of fun”

When the silence becomes too loud and Wilbur still hasn’t answered Tommy began talking all at once again.

“Wil you okay? You seemed kind of off this stream,” This time it was the cold that had seeped into his bones, it was the clutter surrounding his desk, and most of all it was Tommy’s voice. As loud as ever, abrasive and unceasing in his ears.

“TOMMY. Do you ever stop talking? God, it’s so fucking annoying. You need to learn when to shut up,” Wilbur’s panting like he’s just run a marathon instead of playing Minecraft for the past hour.

The silence begins to ring, neither of them saying a word in hopes the other will have the right words to make it okay again. Instead, there's a small pained sound from Tommy’s end and then “I’m sorry Wil, I’m really sorry. I just wanted to- nevermind. I’m just sorry, really sorry,”

There’s a small click that signifies that Tommy’s left the call and then it’s just Wil, stewing in the storm he’s just created.

Oh God, what has he done? He- he just told Tommy to shut up. He had just verified every single fear in Tommy’s head. He was supposed to be the one that was there for Tommy, not the one hurting him. How many times had Tommy come to him, crippled with self-doubt and and how many times had Wilbur dispelled his fears with promises that Tommy was enough. He was supposed to be his big brother.