#Sylvee is just laughing.

[sketchehm]

thinking abt the dedsafio lore between peele and sapnap and how he ended up killing shadounes cat and how that would go in the baby au?

in my head shadoune just comes to the base one day with some cats and babynap, who’s never seen cats before, is like what are these strange creatures????? can’t be bad ones bc shadouni brought them home?????? but then he sees shadoune feed them and cuddle them and give them pets and he’s like ???????? that’s MY shadouni!!!!! his beef with the furballs almost rivals spreens beef with babynap

obviously he doesn’t end up killing them but he does end up leaving them outside the base and the kittens end up wandering off. peele ends up finding them and is NOT happy! cats are friends sapnap!!!!!

poor baby doesn’t understand why no one’s taking his side!!!!!!!! the cats r stealing shadoune from him!!!!!!!! maybe this is during the early days when he was very clingy w shadoune and less familiar with the others so he’s very much like i am NOT letting anyone take this away from me not even these cats

shadoune ends up having a talk w him bc babynap is crashing out and has a whole tantrum abt it…he’s like sapnap these r my pets u cant just kick them out n babynap, who doesn’t understand the concept of pets, is like no but u adopted ME first i was ur FIRST pet and well word went round and soon all of team mafia were teasingly calling him their pet that they adopted just like they did at the beginning of dedsafio😭😭😭

anyways the kitties end up growing on him and he names them milo and naomi naturally!!!!

THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺😭 The connection to Milo and Naomi!!!

I know a lot of kids when introduced to a pet for the first time you gotta teach them to pet it and not like....grab it(if that makes sense). When Shadoune is first showing him the cats I assume Sapnap is initially curious cause like....wtf is a cat and he grabs it only for it to hiss at him, maybe claw at him, and Shadoune scolds him a little telling him, no! dont do that! Which is like >:0 Shadoune didn't even check his scratch and it really hurt!!! Shadoune is more worried about the cats than Sapnap >:0!! Unacceptable!!!

I am constantly stressed by my toddler cousins chasing my dog around cause I know it stresses him out too TwT So I can only imagine the cats running away from Baby Sapnap too as he's trying to chase them away pfft

I can imagine this might be the first time Shadoune is genuinely upset with Sapnap cause this is actually causing harm to another creature, before it was just Sapnap annoying the guys at the worst or getting himself hurt by accident....And Baby Sapnap just starts crying when he realizes Shadoune is mad at him, pretty evident this is different than his usual crocodile tears :'(

Now shadoune has a hyperventilating crying baby and he's panicking because he's never seen the baby so upset before D: The rest of the guys are all just.... awkward....what do you do with this crying child now????

Shadoune hugging the baby saying it's okay...asking him why he's crying???

"No me gusta, no me gusta!!!"

"What don't you like Sapni? You have to be nice to the cats, to the gatitos, they’re my pets :/...."

"NOOOO!!! Me first! Yo primero!!! I'm pet first!!" And he's just crying and whining and half the other guys just start fucking /laughing/ when they hear that. Shadoune is slapping his own forehead realizing what's wrong now oh my godddd

The other guys teasing shadoune, basically agreeing with sapnap like "ahh shadoune, you're so mean to your first pet!! Leaving him behind how dare you :/" And baby sapnap is like, yea >:'(!!! He so mean to me!!! Shadoune giving the guys the dirtiest glare, they're Not helping....

Shadoune is just like "Sapni no, you're not my pet...." which only leads to a louder screaming Sapni, absolutely DISTRAUGHT, Shadoune doesnt even WANT him anymore.

The other guys are just pleading in spanish saying please just call him your pet and get him to stop crying PLEASE OUR EARS

"Ya ya Sapni, eres mi mascota, my favorite pet okay? I want you forever ok??"

"🥺 really?"

And Shadoune internally is just wondering how is he gonna fix this later oh my god. How is he gonna explain to this 5 year old that he isn't a pet, like it can't get worse than this.....

"You throw away gatitos then?"

Shadoune with the biggest sigh and trying to come up with some baby logic that would appease Sapnap and letting him keep the cats in peace....

"No Sapni. The gatitos stay...BUT you are the oldest yea? So that means you're the older brother and you need to take care of the baby gatitos? Cause your so big and brave!"

":0!!!"

Shadoune can surely fix this when Sapnap gets older......

[demonstars]

MY PART FOR THE WORLDWIDE DTEAMIES COLLAB. thank you @suenitos for the wonderful idea born in our dms xoxoxo. Anyway. have some ecuadorian dteamies with snf being victims of my favorite carnaval tradition which is To throw water at any traveler during carnaval. translation under the cut!

DRIM: U guys ok? SYLV: ?!? *LAUGH* JORGE: I'm never going out with this guy in carnaval. DRIM: ... At least your hair looks good? JORGE: Don't come at me with faggotery, THEY MASSACRED US. SAPITO: DON'T FUCK WITH ME—

Some details :333

sylvee is drinking inca kola which is actually a peruvian drink but eh. i see it plenty in ecuador. she is also wearing a barcelona (ecu team ver) shirt.

dream is wearing a guayas shirt, which is the costal south region of the country. he is also sporting marathon shorts, which are The sports brand.

it is currently illegal to wet people on the street just because. this doesn't mean that it doesn't keep happening. i like to think snf got the short end of the straw in going outside and through a carnaval street and lost to kids with water guns and balloons, which is something that has happened quite a lot of times to me. i have also thrown water at many people from the sky, to be clear (BEFORE IT WAS MADE ILLEGAL. SMILES.)

george is also wearing marathon and also probably a white shirt because february in ecuador is so hot and humid you really shouldn't be wearing black. sapnap is wearing black because he wanted to use his don ramon shirt. that is a national treasure too, btw. every self respecting man should use one.

i like to think they're coming from super despensa aki for no reason other than I miss my local super despensa aki.

in ecuador you use "man" as you would use "dude", with the thick spanish accent, which i find very funny.

hey kudos to you for making it down this far!

[xomoosexo]

[hannah asks gia if she's ever played stardew valley]

gia: yeah I've played with sylvee. she told me that you guys have a world. and that you have talked to every single neighbor in the town

hannah: oh. wait? did she call me a hoe in stardew valley??? no she did nawwwt! that is insane 🙄

gia: no the achievement-

hannah: she called me a stardew valley hoe!

gia: noooo whats that- she told me that you guys got like, all the achievements... what does that mean I don't know...

hannah: *laughing* so basically I'm dating like five villagers all at once- seven- maybe ten! I'm dating like ten villagers all at once in stardew valley so basically she just *laughs*

gia: NO! she did not say that! what she said is that like there's an achievement for talking to every single neighbor ... I didn't know that you had like six boyfriends in stardew valley! jesus hannah!

hannah: I have like six boyfriends and six girlfriends 🥰

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Halloween | Foolish Gamers

wc. 1.5k

go check out the other pov on @kasey-writes-stuff and toss my best friend a follow they deserve it <3

summary: Halloween with your boyfriend Foolish

You’re finishing the curls on your hair when your best friend yells out to you from her room. 

“I’m nearly done are you?!” 

You drop the curling iron from your hair, twisting the curl so it falls back just right behind your shoulder before straightening up again. You and your best friend were both putting the finishing touches on your matching Kim Possible costumes before heading to Dream’s house for his massive Halloween party. 

“Give me like five minutes!” you yell, looking around your room for the matching shoes to your outfit. 

“They’re gonna be here any minute!” she reminds you and you roll your eyes, your best friend always having a knack for being on time while you were always late. 

“Okay well they can either wait the extra four minutes or they can fuck off!” 

You hear your best friends laugh followed closely by the sound of someone knocking on yall’s front door before swinging it open and closing it behind them. You listen closely, no doubt your boyfriend collapsing onto the couch as Punz makes his way over to your best friend's room, greeting her with sweet words that almost makes you roll your eyes since it’s so cute. 

You’re searching your room for your lipstick when a knock sounds on your bedroom door. You turn just in time to see Foolish strolling in, a smirk placed upon his lips that has your heart on a roller coaster. 

“God damn,” he whistles lowly and your cheeks flush as he slides an arm around your waist and pulls your body flush against his. 

“How do you manage to look that fucking good all the time?” 

You roll your eyes, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. You expect to end it quickly but Foolish pulls you right back in and you’re jelly in his arms. His lips are quick and everywhere and lighting fire throughout you. 

“Yo!” you hear your best friend yell outside your bedroom door followed by a loud banging against the wood. 

“Are you two ready or are you still making out? Cause if we don’t get there soon I’m pretty sure all the best snacks are gonna be gone!” 

You two pull away from each other with a small laugh and in doing so, Foolish trips and falls down making you giggle even harder. You’re quick to help him up and grab your purse before swinging the door open to see Punz and your best friend standing there with knowing smiles on their faces. 

“Let’s go,” you say, trying to smile convincingly like you hadn’t been totally caught red handed. 

“Make sure you have your lipstick, a brush, mirror, and make up wipes in your purse so you can fix all that in the car,” your best friend says pointing her finger at your hair and lips and if you weren’t blushing before you were definitely beet red now. 

You grab the rest of the stuff you need and drag Foolish behind you as the four of you head out to Punz’s car. As Punz drives, you fix your makeup and hair while your best friend controls the aux and flips through your favorite bands and songs making the drive go quickly. 

You all pile out of the car and head up to the front door, Punz knocking on the door and waiting until Sapnap opens the door. 

“Wow,” Sap starts to say sarcastically, looking over your group costume. “This was your ground breaking matching couples costumes?” 

You and your best friend go to respond but are cut off quickly when Sylvee and Hannah suddenly appear behind Sapnap. They both let out an excited screech when they see your and your best friend and the two of you push past your boyfriends and beeline towards your friends. 

“You guys look hot!” Hannah says, stepping back and running her eyes over your matching costumes. 

You and your best friend smile, turning to lean against each other back to back and strike a pose as if you’re the actual characters. 

“Hey Shego!” you hear your boyfriend call and you turn from your friends to look at Foolish. 

“I’m gonna go make us drinks, find me when you’re finished.”

You nod and Foolish presses a kiss to your cheek before disappearing into the large house. Just as you turn back to your friends, Punz is saying something to your best friend before also walking away. 

The four of you spend time catching up and taking photos, gushing over each other's costumes and hyping your closest friends up. After a bit your best friend exits the convo and you promise Hannah and Sylvee you’ll find them again later but you really want to find your boyfriend. 

It takes you a couple of minutes of weaving through Dream’s mansion to finally find his kitchen and Foolish is relaxed back against a counter, solo cup tipped against his lips as he surveys the area. 

“There’s my girl,” Foolish greets when his eyes land on you and you jokingly flip your hair and saunter dramatically over to him. 

“Made you a drink,” he murmurs, handing the cup he was holding over to you and you take a sip, humming in content. 

“Wanna go make the rounds?” you ask, and Foolish groans pulling you close so you’re chest to chest. 

“Nope.” 

“Come on doc,” you tell him anyway, taking his hand and dragging him behind you. 

He intertwines your fingers as you walk, nodding and saying hi to those you vaguely know but mostly just looking for people you’re both close friends with. You spot Karl, talking animatedly to Tina and the two of you make your way over. 

“(y/n)!!” Karl greets loudly and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug. 

“Holy shit you look hot!” he says, stepping back to look over your costume. 

“Dude! I’m right here!” Foolish yells and you laugh at your boyfriend's flair of jealousy. 

“In Karl’s defense, she does look hot,” Tina chimes in and now you’re laughing loudly as Foolish fumes next to you. 

“Nope! We’re going home!” Foolish says trying to pull you away but Karl is quicker and grabs your hand so you knock back into his body. 

“Fine,” Foolish mutters. “But stop hitting on my girlfriend!” 

The four of you laugh together at the situation and just as you’re about to ask Karl what he’s dressed as, his face lights up and without a word pushes past you and Foolish and runs off. You turn, bewildered until you see Karl collide with Punz and you shake your head. 

“He’s ridiculous,” you say and Tina nods in agreement. 

You, Tina and Foolish keep talking until Tina spots someone she needs to talk to and bids goodbye. You turn towards Foolish leaning into his frame and his hand comes up to rub your back in slow circles. 

“Wanna go find a place to sit?” he asks quietly and you nod, letting your boyfriend pull you through the house to find a quiet place. 

“No!” You hear your best friend’s voice sound from the couch in the living room and you look to see her and Punz intertwined on the couch, smiling lovingly at each other. 

“C’mon,” you say and Foolish grins, reading your thoughts as you both plop down onto the couch next to the couple. 

“Ewwww,” you say loudly, catching your best friend's attention. “Gross, get a room.” 

“Nobody wants to see all that, it's gross,” Foolish adds on and you’re both sporting a shit eating grin from teasing your friends. 

“Says the two who made out before the party and made us wait while (y/n) fixed her makeup,” Punz retorts and your best friend laughs. 

“At least we got a room,” Foolish points out. 

“Technically, we are in a room dork,” your best friend responds. 

“I’m sorry, is this your way of saying you guys wanna leave?” Punz asks. 

You discuss your options for a moment before your group decides to head home for the night. You bid goodbyes to those still left at the party before heading out and Punz drives the four of you back to his and Foolish’s house. 

Punz and your best friend head inside and Foolish grabs some things before heading back to your house for the night. When you walk through the front door of your house, a wave of tiredness floods over you and Foolish spots your change of emotions quickly. 

Without a word, your boyfriend sweeps you up into his arms and you giggle as your arms wrap around his neck and hold tight to him. He carries you up to your private bathroom, setting you on the edge of the bathtub before turning the water on. 

You help each other out of your costumes and Foolish slides you into the bath before climbing in behind you and pulling your back against his front. His hands work on their own accord, carefully washing away the harsh makeup and pulling the wig off your head, carefully combing his hands through the tangles until it falls delicately around you. 

“Thank you my love,” you whisper as you relax into his form. 

“Anything for you baby. Happy Halloween.” 

“Happy Halloween beautiful boy.”

[dteamain]

I'm scared and sad and I don't want to watch G's video but I also don't want to see what twitter is saying because I'm pretty sure they won't believe him

And the girls omg hannah sylvee puffy

I don't know what to do

don’t be scared.

George basically said that this is how it went down:

cati and her friends wanted to hang out w dream at this party but he was still in his mask atp so he didnt wanna go out and so they wanted to come back to his room and he even was like no you wont have as much fun here blah blah blah but they insisted, everyone there thought everyone was 21+ bc some of them had the wristbands and were going to this other vidcon party which george says he was not even able to get into in the past bc he had a uk license so he assumed they had pretty tight security ab age, the first night they just played drinking games and hung out and nothing happened and the second night is when the actual stuff happened

The second night cati and her friends wanted to come over again, (they still werent aware of her age btw), they wanted to play the drinking game that they had played the night before, it was THEIR idea, (no one pressured them into drinking), they end up in a situation where they are all taking turns playing some game on cati's phone. they were on the couch (george and cati on one side by themselves) and they were cuddling, throughout the night they both got more touchy with each other (play fighting and cuddling) and george did put his hand under her shirt and move it up a little, but he says he did this gradually overtime and looked to make sure she wasnt uncomfortable, but she was smiling and laughing and enaging with him. she got up multiple times (to get a drink, bathroom, say bye to people who were leaving) but then always returned right where she was with george and cuddled again. sometimes george would tickle her or squeeze her to distract her from the phone game, she did not freeze up in fear but actively laughed at it and continued engaging with him. at one point it ended up just being dnf, cati, and her bsf, her bsf decides to leave but cati decides to stay. then dream says hes tired so they have to leave (george did not intentionally leave when she did) she walked him to the elevator (she did not have to, her room was on the same floor as dreams) he makes a joke about the elevator being broken and would reopen the doors whenever they shut to see if cati would come in, she did not so george dropped it and left. they echanged friendly texts about the game they were playing and would send updates on their scores, she was in london at one point and they texted about a restaurant there that she had gone to (never made plans to meet or anything), when gnf found out her age he quit texting her

He showed texts throughout that backs up his story.

[dwtdog]

ur so real like i need to know how hes watching the streams. does he have them on in the background while hes working? is he snacking and munching ice while watching like i need to know all the details

fawkkk omg anon u get itttt maybe he just likes having his friends voices in the background while he works :(( or maybe he is fully committed to watching and he's laughing at sylvee and sapnap being competitive or or

[gt-mcyt]

monsters vs aliens au

(ao3)

Chapter 1: The Wedding

Far, far away, an asteroid hurtles toward Earth.

-

Dream was woken by screaming and the flash of a camera.

Almost having a heart attack, he screamed in tandem with the strangers in his room, up until he realised it was just his friends. Punz, Sam, and Sylvee; Sylvee wielding a large camera, which she took another photo with, flashing a bright light at Dream once again. He squinted and covered his eyes, groaning. By the time the lights and splotches had cleared from his vision, he was able to see his friends’ outfits in the darkness of the room. They were all dressed up in their bridesmaid attire – Sylvee, wearing a pastel green dress that flowed down to her knees, her hair pinned up in a spiral braided bun; Punz and Sam were both wearing pastel green suits with pink and white accents, their hair styled with gel. Sam, bless his heart, was still wearing his iconic baseball hat, backwards, despite his dressed-up outfit.

“What are you guys doing here?” Dream demanded, no longer tired from the heart-attack his friends gave him. He glared down at his digital clock, not really angry so much as grumpy that his sleep was interrupted. “It’s literally five in the morning.”

Sylvee ignored his complaint. “Hurry, turn on the TV! Turn it on!” She insisted.

Punz grabbed for the TV remote, which he passed to Sylvee, who threw it at Sam. Sam yelped as he caught it, quickly punching a few buttons before Dream’s TV turned on with all the power of a raging sun in the pitch-dark room. Dream groaned at the flash of light, but once the pain subsided from his temples, he was able to see that Sam had set it to the local news station. On screen was Dream’s fiancé, Quackity. Like always, he was wearing an impeccable suit, this time navy with pink accents. His black hair was shining and swiftly pushed to the side. And what most viewers didn’t know – but Dream did – was that Quackity was also standing on a box to be taller on screen and fit in with the greenscreen in the back. Dream’s expression melted into something soft, smiling up at the TV screen.

“… and some early morning fog, giving way to sunny skies. Seventy-five degrees. A perfect day to stop by the old folk art and craft show down at the fairgrounds, or a perfect day to marry the love of your life.” Quackity turned to the camera and smiled softly. “Clay Greene, happy wedding day. I love you, baby.”

Dream smiled down at the TV lovingly. “I love you, too.”

Around him, his friends “awwed” jokingly, and Dream scoffed and pushed away Punz, who was leaning on him just a bit too much. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “But you guys would understand if you were engaged.”

Sylvee gagged. “I don’t think anyone understands what you have with Quackity.”

For good measure, she took another blinding photo of Dream in front of the TV.

-

Getting ready for a wedding when you were one of the grooms was awfully time consuming and exhausting. Dream had hired professionals, like Quackity had wanted, to make sure everything was perfect. His was critiqued on his hair, his nails, his lashes, lips, and things he didn’t even know needed makeup or fixing. By the end of it, Dream didn’t want to see another makeup brush or hair stylist ever again. The only fun part of it was his friends, who were there with him every step of the way. Sylvee gave actual useful advice about makeup and styling, meanwhile Punz and Sam talked shit about the stylists by whispering their comments in his ears, forcing him to stifle his laughs.

They were just finished when Dream’s mother, Helen, walked into the room.

She took one look at Dream and gasped.

“Your hair!” She said, “what did you do to your precious curls?”

Dream looked up, surprised to see his mother at his house. She had been a big help with planning the wedding, but wasn’t a part of the bridesmaid party, and had opted out of waking up early to help Dream get ready. Dream had wanted her to have the least stressful day possible, seeing her son get married.

Dream reached up to touch his hair self-consciously. It was straightened, and because of that, was long enough to be put in a low bun, with loose pieces framing his face.

“Quackity wanted it straightened for the wedding,” he said, face red. He thought it looked nice. Besides, his curls were a hassle to deal with in the humidity and heat.

“And what about the dress you were going to wear?” She asked, looking concerned.

“Oh, Quackity thought we’d look better both in suits,” Dream said, shrugging.

“Quackity wants a lot of things,” his mother muttered.

Deram frowned. “Mom –”

“Oh, I know,” she said. She huffed. The mother and son duo, usually so close, had had a lot of arguments about Dream’s fiancé. Dream figured his wedding day would be no different, but then his mother surprised him: “You know I don’t like it, but … for today, I’ll keep my thoughts to myself. This is your wedding day, after all. And you look gorgeous!”

Dream smiled, bringing his mother in for a hug. “Thanks, mom.”

-

Dream thought the limo was a bit of an overkill, but Quackity only wanted the best for their wedding day, and Dream could at least admit that it made him feel special to be driven around by a chauffer. When they got to the church, his father – John – was the one to open the limo door for him. Dream stepped out, feeling like a million dollars in his pastel suit and with the limo – everything was perfect.

“Clay!” His father greeted, embracing Dream.

“Dad!” Dream said.

Dream’s father pulled a handkerchief out of his suit pocket to dab at his eyes. “Now, I want you to know that, even though I’m about to give you away … I will always be here to take care of you.”

Dream’s eyes suddenly felt wet. He and his father weren’t as close and he and his mother, but he knew he could always count on his father when he needed him. Dream had to resist the urge to wipe at his eyes, lest he ruin the mascara. “Don’t cry!” He scolded, “because then you’ll make me cry, and that’s just going to be a mess!”

“I just can’t help it!” John said.

Behind him, Dream’s mother appeared. She was beautiful in her dark navy jumpsuit, accented by silver jewelry. Her hair was let down in a small bob, naturally straight and blonde. She broke the embrace between the father and son, smiling. “Now, now, you two. Don’t go starting a cry fest on me. We’ve still got the whole wedding to get through before we can break down crying! Now, let’s go!”

The trio were quick to walk into the church, where over a hundred guests were already milling about.

“Hello, everyone!” Helen called out. “Attention, attention! Wedding starts in thirty minutes! Take a seat!”

Dream let his mother steam on ahead, hanging back. He wasn’t quite ready to face so many people and congratulations yet. Nonetheless, his plan of staying in the shadows until the wedding started were foiled when he heard his future mother-in-law behind him. “Ah! My beautiful son-in-law!”

Dream sighed, then put on a smile, turning around. “Hi, Mamá García.”

Mamá García, who insisted on being called “Mamá” by Dream, was a very welcoming and generous, but stubborn, woman. She was the reason Dream and Quackity were having their wedding in a church, despite it being a homosexual union. She was also the reason the whole wedding was paid for, and all Dream and Quackity had to worry about was the honeymoon. Today, she was wearing a light pink dress paired with a matching hat and heels.

“It’s like a fairytale,” Mamá García said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes. “The weatherman and the weatherman’s wife. So romantic!”

“Weatherman’s husband,” Dream corrected her, gently. “But I know – isn’t it so romantic? Just think – this time tomorrow, I’m going to be in Paris! And someday, we won’t just be honeymooning there – Quackity will become an anchor or a foreign correspondent, and then we’ll travel all over the world.”

Mamá García smiled. “Clay, hijo, I have my fingers crossed for you and Alexis.”

-

Dream was finally able to get away from the wedding party and guests, choosing to hide out in a little gazebo in the gardens of the church. He was enjoying the sunlight and fresh air when he heard a sighing behind him.

“Wow,” a voice said, “you look beautiful.”

Dream spun around, catching sight of his fiancé. Quackity was wearing an impeccable black suit, not wanting to adhere to the pastel theme Dream chose for the wedding. But it was fine because Quackity looked absolutely amazing in the dark colour, accented by white and navy. He wore shoes with a two inch heel, making him five feet and eight inches, just a little bit taller. His hair was tousled by the wind, but no less shiny than it usually was. His dark eyes were bright as he looked upon Dream.

Dream smiled. “You do, too.” He saw Quackity’s smile falter and realised his mistake. “I mean, handsome. I mean … sorry, I’m just a little frazzled. There are so many people, and it just … it’s getting to me, you know? I’m not used to it.”

“Don’t worry, okay?” Quackity said, “We’ll be alone soon, just us.”

Quackity took a step forward, stepping into Dream’s space. Dream looked down at Quackity, smiling softly, and gave him a quick chaste kiss on the lips. He had to bend down to do so, despite Quackity’s heels. Dream was six feet and two inches tall, after all. But Dream thought the shortness only made Quackity even cuter. Dream grinned. “Ah, yes. Eating cheese and baguettes by the Siene, feeding each other chocolate crepes. We’ll have a great time in Paris …”

It was only then that he noticed Quackity grimacing. “What’s wrong?”

Quackity looked up at Dream with those big brown eyes – like boba, Dream thought – and Dream already knew he was going to forgive Quackity for whatever happened. “It’s just … well, there’s been a slight change of plans. We’re not going to Paris anymore.”

“What?” Dream asked. “Why not?”

“Because we’re going somewhere better!” Quackity said, grinning nervously.

“Better than Paris?” Dream asked, skeptically.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Where? Tahiti?” Dream asked, excited.

“Nope!” Quackity said. He paused for dramatic effect. “Fresno, California, baby!”

“Fresno!” Dream exclaimed. Then his brows furrowed. “… Fresno. In what universe is Fresno better than Paris, Quackity?”

Quackity grinned. “In the ‘I’ve got an audition to become channel twenty-three’s new evening anchor’ universe. I got the call from the general manager – he wants me to come in immediately! I cancelled our flights and hotels so that I could make the audition tomorrow. Isn’t that great?”

No, it was not great. Dream had been telling everyone how excited he was to go to Paris for months now – and he really was. He wanted to travel and eat exotic foods. He wanted to wake up next to Quackity for a week, sightseeing and making new foreign friends. But he couldn’t tell Quackity that – not when he was so obviously excited about his new job opportunity. Instead, Dream sighed and reigned in his disappointment. They were a team now. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices in marriage. This was just the first sacrifice he’d need to make, to make them work out. “Quackity, that’s … amazing! It’s … amazing. Fresno’s like a top fifty market, isn’t it?”

Quackity laughed. “Actually, it’s fifty-fifth, but we’re on our way, babe!” Then Quackity got a guilty look on his face. “Now look, about Paris …”

Dream was quick to stop Quackity, not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s okay. It’s fine! As long as we’re together, Fresno is the most romantic city in the whole world. I’m so proud of you.”

“Of us!” Quackity corrected. “Not just me – I mean, of course, me – but we’re a team now. You’re so proud of us.”

Dream smiled. Quackity always knew what to say to make him feel better. “Okay, hot shot. Now, get out of here – it’s bad luck to see each other before the ceremony.”

“Oh, come on,” Quackity said. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff!” He started to laugh as Dream jokingly shooed him away from the gazebo. “Okay, okay – I’ll be waiting for you at the altar … the handsome news anchor in the tux, alright? Love you!” His voice became distant as he laughed again. “There, I said it, world! I love Clay Greene!”

“I love you, too,” Dream whispered.

It wasn’t long after Quackity disappeared into the church that Dream heard something … strange. It was a deep rumbling and hissing sounds, like water poured onto a hot stove. He peered out of the gazebo, wondering if a wild animal had wandered to the church, but was shocked by what he saw in the sky – a huge meteor was hurtling right toward him! Dream gasped and was quick to leave the gazebo, running toward the church in hopes of some shelter.

Unfortunately, Dream’s running days were over when high school ended. And the meteor was only getting closer, and closer – until Dream’s entire world went dark.

-

Helen started looking for her son ten minutes to the wedding ceremony. She knew Alexis, her son’s fiancé, had gone to see Clay before the ceremony, as well. And as much as she didn’t like the man, she figured she could at least give them a little bit of time together before barging in and stealing Clay. But for some reason, even after she spotted Alexis back at the church, she couldn’t find her son anywhere.

“Clay!” She called out. No response. “Where could he be?” She muttered to herself. “Clay! Where are you?”  She spotted a little gazebo and walked toward it, thinking Clay might have chosen the gazebo as a respite from all the guests. That was when she finally spotted her son, sprawled out in a patch of spotty grass and dirt, looking like he was taking a nap. Helen gasped. “Clay – oh, Clay, where have you been?! It’s almost time for the ceremony. You’re going to be late!”

Helen pulled Clay up by the arms, having to steady him as he swayed on his feet. She made a disgusted face when she saw the dirt on his suit and the state his hair was in.

“I think I just got hit by a meteor …” Clay mumbled.

“Oh, Clay. Every bride feels that way on their wedding day,” Helen dismissed, too busy brushing the dirt off his suit to notice anything else.

“But I’m –”

“Yes, I know, I know – you’re not a bride, you’re a groom. But my goodness, look at you! You’re filthy! Thank God I have wipes in the car.” And with that, Helen pulled her son toward the parking lot. The entire time, Clay looked behind himself, wondering just where that meteor went.

-

Dream was feeling much better by the time his mother pulled him to the church, and he was only minimally late. His suit was back to being immaculate, thanks to his mother, and his hair had been fixed. Dream had no idea where the meteor went, or what happened back at the gazebo, but he was ready to put it all behind himself like it was some kind of horror daydream. After all, after double checking, there was no meteor to be found; and really, what were the chances something like that would happen on his wedding day, let alone any day? Dream would be dead if he actually got his by a meteor. So, he was happy to forget about the incident entirely to go forth with his wedding and happiest day of his life.

‘Here Comes the Bride’ played, ironically, as Dream walked down the aisle, arm in arm with his father. There were whispers from the guests as his father dabbed at his eyes, handing him off to Quackity. Dream dutifully stood two steps down from Quackity, knowing how much the height difference mattered to him. At least, this way, the two were closer in height.

Quackity turned to Dream, and his smile fell.

“Whoa – you’re glowing.”

“Thank you,” Dream said, smiling lovingly.

“No – no, Clay, you’re, like, really glowing. You’re green!” Quackity exclaimed.

Dream frowned, looking down at his hands. His skin had taken on a green tint, and even under his pastel green nail polish, his nails glowed fiercely. Dream turned his hands every which way, looking in shock and not quite believing it, as if somehow the green tint would go away. Quackity took a few steps away, up the stairs, and Dream, for once, had to look up into his brown eyes. He reached out for Quackity, scared.

That’s when everything went wrong.

Suddenly, Dream was at the same height as Quackity, despite the man being several steps above him. Quackity’s eyes widen in shock. Then the rest of the church starts to get smaller, like the roof was shrinking and getting closer, and closer. Dream gasped as he felt aches shoot through his body. Everyone looked smaller, suddenly, liked Dream blinked and his entire worldview shifted. He groaned, his head hurting, and reading up to grasp at his temples. “Oh, god ...”

In the distance, Dream thinks he hears his mother scream.

Quackity is looking shorter and smaller by the second, until Dream could literally pick him up in one hand if he wanted to. Quackity looked queasy. “What’s going on? What’s happening here?”

“You’re – you’re all shrinking,” Dream says, still startled. The world continues to grow smaller.

Quackity shakes his head. “No way! You’re growing!”

Dream watched the priest pull out his phone and furiously start punching in numbers. “Get me the government!” He screeches into the phone – like Dream is some sort of monster, some kind of danger that needs a SWAT team.

Dream feels tears prick at his eyes. “This – this can’t be happening,” he says, hyperventilating. He spots his fiancé starting to back away from him again, just as his back hits the ceiling. Dream is forced to his knees, the steps digging into his suit pants. He puts out his hands to steady himself, but as soon as he touches the stained-glass window, his hand goes through as if it’s paper, shattering it and sending shards everywhere. The guests are getting smaller again, the room is getting smaller, and Dream reaches out for Quackity, scared. “Quackity, wait – please, help me –”

“Santa mierda!” Quackity swears, just as Dream breaks through the ceiling.

There’s more screaming from the guests, and Dream watches as they all run out of the church, now having a view from fifty feet up in the air. Fifty feet – it hits Dream, suddenly, that he’s just decimated the church with his size alone, and he’s still growing. Not to mention that he’s lost sight of Quackity, who was still in the church when Dream broke through the roof.

“Quackity? Quackity?!” He called, getting even more scared by the second. If he hurt his fiancé, however accidentally, he doesn’t think he’ll forgive himself. Dream, still kneeling, the rubble getting smaller and smaller around him, starts to shuffle through the broken wood and stones, looking for Quackity. It was just then, as the world stills around him, that he lifts a beam – something that used to be four times his size and was now the size of a glass to him – that he finally finds Quackity underneath. Dream gasped and reached for him, grabbing him around the middle. Quackity was always smaller than him, but now he was the size of a small doll. He could fit in his hands.

What is happening? Dream thought, his first clear thought since this all began. This is insane!

Dream stood up, stepping out of the debris and rubble that used to be the church. He noticed, all around him, helicopters flying – and in the distance, lots of black vehicles and personnel in black. There was a crackling in his ears, like a radio, and muffled voices.

Quackity, in his hands, groaned. “Jesus, that hurt …” Then he seemed to realise where he was, because his eyes became as wide as saucers. “Clay?!”

“Thank god you’re okay!” Dream said. “But I don’t know what’s happening to me!”

“Don’t panic! Don’t worry!” Quackity reassured him. Then he looked down and gulped. “And whatever you do, don’t drop –”

“Quackity!”

Dream gasped as giant cables suddenly grabbed at his arm, out of nowhere, yanking Quackity away from him. Quackity screamed as he dropped, and Dream tried to grab for him, only to miss because more cables shot out of the vehicles, restricting his movement. Dream grunted as he fought against the cables, successfully pulling his arms out of them. While he missed Quackity, his fiancé was thankfully bounced off a small trampoline before hitting the ground. Dream was able to see and hear everything, almost like it was in slow motion – the screaming, the movement from the strange people in black, Quackity yelling at them “don’t you know who I am?!” – and suddenly it became too much.

More cables, more people in black, more helicopters – he hated it. “What are you guys?” He grunted as he fought more. He took a few steps away and heard more screams, and his eyes shot downward, only to see more people in black surrounding him by his feet. “What are you doing?” He demanded. “Stop it! Leave me be! Be careful with that – FUCK!”

Dream looked down and saw a giant – even to him – needle and syringe sticking out of his thigh. The syringe was empty, pushed all the way in. And it hurt like a son of a bitch.

Dream pulled the syringe out carelessly, throwing it somewhere behind him, not caring where.

There was a thud, and then another high-pitched scream.

Good.

Dream started to feel groggy as he fought against the cables, and he heard the people in black shouting. Around him, the world began to grow dizzy. His strength felt sapped.

“Watch those cables! He’s coming down!”

“Watch out!”

“Move it, move it, move it!”

“Pull, pull!”

Dream fell, the cables caught around his ankles and feet, and he hit the ground, hard. The entire area shook with his fall, and the pain in Dream’s head only increased when he knocked his chin against the ground. Tiny people swarmed him, but Dream only had eyes for his fiancé, who was in the middle of all them, staring at Dream as if he were a monster. More tears poured from his eyes.

“Quackity?” Dream groaned.

And then everything went dark.

[wishitweresummer]

Butterfly Kisses

Sitting Pretty (Chapter Thirteen)

Word count: 1064

Warning: Kissing.

(Hi I’m like 99% sure I never posted this and no one saw it…if thats not the case please tell me 😭 But, here’s the lost chapter of Sitting Pretty!)

Sapnap had been lounging on the couch watching Sylvee’s stream on the TV when there was suddenly a warm body in his lap. George pressed him back into the couch and kissed him slow and gentle enough Sapnap could feel that love he usually kept so locked away. The softness from him was rare.

“Sweet kitty.”, he murmured. George smiled and slipped his hands up his shirt, making him jump slightly. Sapnap struggled to keep up with the kiss, soon pulling away with a burst of giggles as he fought with George’s hands.

“Asshole!”.

“Kiss me.”, the older demanded, voice filled with amusement. “You’re so cute.”. Sapnap smiled and melted into the kiss again. Sneaky pokes and grabs came to his sides, but he tried desperately to ignore it.

“My hands are cold.”.

“I see that.”. George laughed and wedged his hands in Sapnap’s underarms. He squealed and tensed, sliding down in his seat. “George!!”.

“Let me warm them up.”, he said with a smirk, then kissed his neck. Sapnap whimpered. Those devious hands weren’t leaving his armpits, but distracting kisses were suddenly being pressed along his jaw. He gasped when George placed a mean bite and then dragged his tongue against it. A shiver wracked through his body when his hands moved slightly.

“They’re warm now. Take ‘em out.”, he whined. He grimaced at how pathetic it sounded. The giggles were starting to build up in his chest. It was unbearable to let George do what he pleased, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually stop him.

The kisses found his lips again and he sighed into them.

“You happy, Sappy?”, George whispered into the kiss then wiggled his fingers to make him jump.

“Just kiss me.”.

“No.”, he pressed in a little deeper and stole Sapnap’s breath.

‘He loves me.’, he thought, as if receiving the message directly from George. The soft lips were slow and refusing to pick up speed. Sapnap found his hips and tugged him in closer, making him release a small mewl into his mouth. He tried to hold them correctly, but his grip faltered again and again as George teased into his armpits. A sweet giggle betrayed him and bubbled its way out. George wiggled, pleased.

This softness, George never showed him this softness. Usually by now he was trying to pin him down or basically tickle the back of his throat with his tongue.

He let his grip loosen and found George’s tail. He stroked it softly and soon it was wrapped up his forearm. George purred into the kiss. The kiss was so sweet and slow, yet Sapnap could hardly keep up, almost breathless from it. George wiggled his fingers and Sapnap whined against his lips.

He never expected the tickling when it happened and it was making him crazy. How did he get trapped like this? He was stronger than George.

“I’m going to get you back.”, he warned against the soft lips. George pulled away and opened his eyes, pinning Sapnap with an unreadable look. “Please kiss me.”, he rushed out, regretting his threat instantly. When the lips met his again, there was a smile in there somewhere.

“Idiot…”, George murmured. But, it was as good as a confession.

“You guys are so cute!”, Dream’s voice came from above them. Both of them startled, George unintentionally hissing. “You’re being so sweet to each other!”. He plopped down on the couch next to them. George’s nose and cheeks flamed at the words and he retracted his hands from their troublemaking.

“Actually, he’s still being pretty sinister.”, Sapnap smiled over at Dream and plopped his hand onto George’s head, playing with his ears. George’s eyes fell to their laps, smiling like he was being praised. “Pretty little menace.”.

“Oh yeah?”, Dream asked. George nodded, then grinned over to him.

“So, I kiss him.”, he rushed forward and kissed Sapnap quickly, holding it just long enough for him to melt a little. “Then, I tickle him.”, he watched Dream’s face as he suddenly tickled fast into Sapnap’s sides, making him squeal and grab for his hands.

“Hey!”, he laughed and pried them off.

“Cute, right?”.

“Very, he looks like he’s having fun.”, Dream said fondly. Sapnap giggled, looking dazed.

“I just want kisses.”, he pouted.

George let his face drop as he turned at Sapnap’s words. His eyes widened and he froze, watching him. Sapnap’s eyes went wide too, shocked at the emotion.

“Well…I guess it’s not too bad.”, he murmured, taking in every detail of George’s face. “Kitty? It’s…it’s okay I can handle it.”. George’s gaze fell down to their laps and he let out a little mewl. Sapnap’s cheeks burned. “It’s fun. I’m just embarrassed. Okay?”.

“Okay!”, George perked up, stuffing his hands straight up into Sapnap’s shirt and wedging them back into his armpits. Instantly, Sapnap was laughing. He threw his head back into the couch and squealed, bouncing George on his lap. Dream laughed at the sight. George happily nuzzled into Sapnap’s open neck, nosing at the collar.

“Stop!”, he cried, grabbing at George’s shirt and balling it up in his fists.

George slowed to a stop, giggling against Sapnap’s lips as soon as he brought his head back. The kiss was a total mess, full of squirming and giggles. The playful pattern started up again, Sapnap struggling to keep up with George’s mix of affection and mischief.

George’s mistake came when he dropped his hands down to the thighs beneath his perch. Trying to tickle Sapnap’s death spot was too far. Before he knew what was happening, he was pinned down on the couch and blinking up at an amused Dream.

“Hold his arms.”, he heard Sapnap say and suddenly they were being pulled up above his head. “It’s time for George’s kisses.”

“No, please!”, he squeaked out, then burst into giggles as the cool air hit his exposed tummy. “I’m sorry!!”.

A flutter of soft kisses came down on his ticklish tummy, making him buck and giggle hysterically. They competed with the butterflies inside to see who could make George crazier. Dream’s loving gaze dripping embarrassing sweetness down on him didn’t help at all. Sapnap’s beard grazed his bellybutton and he squealed helplessly.

“I love you, Georgie.”, Sapnap murmured into the jumpy skin, then peppered kisses across it. George threw his head back and wild laughter flew from his lips.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Blind Spot

hellooooo!! first ficlet that came from this post that’s finished, and i finished it in literally like 5 hours lmao so that’s pretty sick

shoutout @mushiewrites for titling this and helping me brainrot ideas for ALL the ficlets, you’re the realest 😔✊ anyway here’s wonderwall

lee!dream, ler!hannah, ler!sylvee, 1.6k words

enjoy!!

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“Can you even see in that thing?” Sylvee asked curiously, tilting her head up at the taller man before tilting it to the side inquisitively to match her tone of voice. Dream turned his head to face her, squinting in order to make out her facial expression through the very awkward eye holes of the mask he wore. Her eyebrows pinched together, her mouth pulled to one side, and her hand was on her hip as her ankles crossed where she stood to pop said hip out– at least… he’s pretty sure that’s accurate?

“Uh…” He began, tilting his head back and forth as he tried to form a proper answer. “Kinda? It’s, like, hard to see clearly– like I can see forward enough to walk but I can’t see like…” Dream paused to gesture in a circle around him, moving slowly to be careful of hitting anything around him. “I can’t see, like, my peripherals that well. Or, like, above or below my eye line,” Dream finished his explanation, leaving one arm out to his side, and curling the other hand in to gesture to where his eyes were located inside the mask.

“Woah, really?” Sylvee asked, her eyebrows furrowing more as she tilted her head the opposite way at the reply.

“Doesn’t that get, like, super annoying, though?” Hannah asked as she turned back away from the mirror she’d been standing in front of to touch up her hair and makeup between panels, reaching up and smacking Dream’s elbow that was still in the air as she walked past, making him chuckle and look down at her before dropping both his arms back down to his sides.

“Well, I mean… yeah,” Dream agreed, making all three of them chuckle slightly. “But you get used to it after a while, I think. It's really only super annoying when you first put it on or if you bump into something.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Hannah replied with a nod, standing next to Sylvee in front of Dream.

“So, wait,” Sylvee began, taking a few steps to her left and lifting her hand up, holding her pointer finger near the side of the mask. “Can you see my hand right now? Like, just looking straight ahead.”

“Uh–“ Dream began, unsure of himself, straightening his back and trying to see how far his vision could go. “No? I can see– I can see your arm but only up to, like, here,” Dream said, lifting his finger and pointing slightly above Sylvee’s elbow. “After that it just, like… disappears.”

“Hm,” She hummed in thought, before suddenly flicking the forehead of the mask, making Dream jump and flinch back, bringing his hand up to cover the area.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He complained through surprised laughter, and Sylvee laughed with him, throwing her head back as she did so and pointing at him mockingly. As they both cooled back down, Hannah stepped in front of him again, closer this time.

“Wait, Dream,” She began, and he turned his head back to her again. “Keep looking straight!” She scolded, and he immediately tilted his head back up, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, can you see mine?”

“No,” He replied quickly, shaking his head. “I can’t even see where your arm is like I could with Sylvee’s.”

“Wait, really? You can’t see this at all?” She asked, and Dream watched her shoulder move from the very bottom of his line of vision, and he could only assume that meant she was moving her arm.

“Not at all,” He confirmed, putting his hands at his sides again.

“Interesting… So you wouldn’t be able to see me do this?” Hannah asked, and suddenly there were five nails scratching at his tummy over his hoodie, and he swore if he didn’t know where she was standing he would’ve head-butted Hannah square in the face with his quickly he gasped and doubled over.

“FUCK–“ He yelped, stumbling back away from her cruel hand and covering his tummy with one palm flat against it, his other hand extended out in front of him to stop her from repeating the action. “What the fuck, Hannah!”

“Oh, don’t even be like that, you KNOW you would’ve done the same if you had that good of an opportunity!” She defended, and he glanced up at her long enough to watch her cross her arms over her chest and take another step towards him. “Don’t, don’t do it again! Stay away, idiot–“ He protested, but was cut off by another gasp and jump that sent him back to a standing position when he felt a set of hands gently rest on his back and one on his arm.

“Wait, I wanna try too!” Sylvee joined in, walking around to be in front of Dream as well, pulling her hands away with her. Dream looked down at her and shook his head, expression pleading but impossible to see through the mask.

“No, do–“

“Keep looking up!” Sylvee scolded, reaching up and using her fingers gently placed under the button of the mask, roughly where his chin would be, to push his head back abruptly, causing him to lose his words for a moment. She kept her hand there, keeping his head tilted up even through his giddy, nervous giggles.

“Sylvee, no, we’re not trying anything, both of you just– just don’t–“ He continued, pressing both hands flat against his stomach to keep himself covered, but suddenly there was a hand on his side, squeezing twice before skittering nails up and down the area. “NO! Stohohop!” He giggled out, throwing his hands to the side to try to dislodge Sylvee’s, but all he got in return was her hand poking sporadically around his side, so quickly that he couldn’t find where she was at any point to stop her– especially without being able to see her. “STOP– stop, stohop, dohohon’t! Oh my gohohod, Syhylvehehee!” He whined through his laughter, and he managed to shake his head away from her hand so he could look down and collect himself. He stumbled backwards again, gasping and looking behind him when his butt hit something, realizing he was backed up against one of the booths in the waiting room. Then, the poking returned– two hands this time– and he realized how badly he had trapped himself. “Oh, nohoho!”

“That wasn’t really your smartest move, was it, Dream?” Sylvee teased gently, making Dream shake his head, squeezing his eyes shut behind the mask. He curled up slightly, doubling over the tiniest bit, and squealing loudly when another set of hands joined in the poking, all over his tummy and other side now.

“Hahahannahahah!” Dream managed through his laughter, his voice much higher than usual, curling his arms in towards his sides and still batting around aimlessly to try and push either of them away.

“This is so fun, why don’t we do this more often?” Sylvee asked nonchalantly, casually draping one arm over Dream’s shoulder and continuing her non-stop poking with the other hand.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“He’s probably soooo red under that mask, too, right, Dream?” Hannah asked, leaning in to direct her attention right at Dream’s face, making sure he could see her if his eyes were open beneath the mask. Even with the opaque material shielding his face, he still felt the need to whip his head around to look away from her, clamping his mouth shut to hide his giggles as much as he could.

“Mhm, and no one will know but the three of us!” Sylvee replied, placing one deliberate poke above the area of his hip bone, which made him yelp and flinch away from her. This, of course, only brought him closer to Hannah, who had intended to do the same thing, but due to his movement, ended up placing the poke just barely to the right of his belly button. This made him squeal even louder, and he curled his hands around himself and shook his head.

“OKAHAY! Okahahay, plehehease, stohohop! I’ve hahahad enohohough!” He whined, sliding down the booth he was leaning against until he was sat on the floor. Dramatically, he let himself go limp, dropping his head to the side until it landed against Hannah’s thigh, then doing the same with his opposite arm until it landed against Sylvee’s ankle. To push the dramatics even further, he put on his shakiest voice, pretending to cry, sniffling a few times. “You guys killed me. You’re gonna have to find a new teammate.” He faked a cough for dramatic effect, making both girls laugh at his ridiculousness. “Tell… tell Harvey… he was always my favorite…”

“Wow. I’m crushed, really,” Hannah replied through her laughter, making both Dream and Sylvee laugh further at her reply. “Come on, idiot. If you make us late for this event with your one-man acting production I will actually kill you.” She took a step away, reaching her hand down to help him up. He didn’t take it at first, so she made a grabby hand motion towards him, still getting nothing.

“Sylvee would save me. She cares about me,” He said with another sniffle, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No I wouldn’t. Now get up.” She flicked her head to the side, motioning for him to stand up, and he let out a dramatic sigh, reaching up to grab Hannah’s hand, before reaching his other one up to insinuate he wanted Sylvee to offer hers as well. “Oh my god. You’re so ridiculous,” She said fondly, but put her hand out anyway to help him up.

Dream brushed himself off, adjusting the mask on his head with the help of the other two, and all three of them made their way towards the arena their Twitch Rivals event was located in with smiles on their faces– no pun intended, of course.

[sunshine-on-marz]

Helloo! I just found you by reading dream as a hypeman hahAH IT'S SO CUTE. I would to request if you don't mind. Can you do a usually bubbly chubby reader who gets shy whenever Sapnap flirts with them in any way? Like public,in front of his friends, on stream just anywhere! He's so smug cus he knows he's the only one can do that. Lol. With other ppl, the reader is just their regular bubbly self! HAHA IDK I THOUGHT IT'S CUTE.

Thank you!!! Much love! Ok I’m not plus sized so I’m not comfortable with writing that, I love my chubby baes tho,but I’ll try my best to incorporate it.

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-“SLYVEE!!!” You squealed as she walked through the front door. “Y/N!” She yelled back and pulled you into a hug. Dream had turned the camera so that stream could see you both. After waking back over you took your seat between Dream and Sap. “Are these new?” Sap asked as he laced his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his face to better see the rings you were wearing. “Oh- uhm, yea- I-uh, I got them a few days ago!” He completely knocked the wind out of your chest as he played with your hands. Sylvee just smirked at you while Dream and George snickered.

-“Georgeeee” you whined as he dragged you to sapnap’s room. “Say sorry dick head” he said as he tossed you towards the door. “Whyyyy” you asked, slumping down the door. “Because you where being a lil’bitch” you gasped “I was not!” George rolled his eyes and knocked on the door, seconds later it opened behind you, causing you to fall backwards into your crush. “Oh- hey y/n” he said and helped you up. “I’m sorry…” you whispered, he sighed and wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t be, I scared you, you got scared, who’s fault does that sound like?” You just shook your head in his chest. “Look at me.” He gently pulled your chin so you’d be facing him. “You’re so pretty” he whispered, making you blush and laugh awkwardly. “I’m not kidding, I’m sorry I scared you. I was just trying to get your attention.” You looked confused at his words “you wanted my attention?” He smiled “yea. All of it. I want you” you blushed even harder “don’t just say stuff like that!” He held you closer “I’m not just saying it. Would you be my partner?” You looked shocked and then excitedly hugged him “yes!”.

- you both had been dating for months, you’re boyfriend leaned down and held your face. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, your eyes widened while nodding yes. He closed the gap and kissed you deep. “I love you so much darlin” he whispered, it was the first time he said it. “I love you to sap” and that was the first time you’d said it. The two of you just sat with each other for a while, peppering each other with kisses.

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Ye

[sketchehm]

Idndnsjehegdj wait they removed hannah from the trailer more because of the stuff in other events or something else? If it's because of that... I just can't help but laugh a little lol

SO shadoune mumbled that it was cause she was "too" tryhard(meaning she complained during squidcraft) but that's just what he thinks.

AnsiChan holds the real answers to why Hannah is no longer in her event/trailer

Ansi's reasoning she said on stream was cause she wanted to show more of her friends/spanish cc's BUT sylvee has her own lil main part in the animation so take that as you will too haha

[demonstars]

It makes me laugh that sapnap and sylvee are like sapnap falling on planet earth just that one of them fell in EEUU (sapnap in argentina) and sylvee in the URSS (sylvee in peru)

Obsessed with the comment btw.

[xomoosexo]

vixella: you've done so much???? has anyone else done anything?

sylvee: ummmmmm. uhhhh

vixella: *laughs*

sylvee: okay well parker built a path from his house to spawn... and sapnap is on a mission to be the most powerful person on the server

vixella: as he does

sylvee: him and benex and blake are building a huge underground thing

vixella: oh that's scary I feel like he's gonna blow everything up

sylvee: not on my watch....

vixella: well you can just ban him

sylvee: yup! I have the real power^_^

[emeralds-but-everywhere]

i had a dream just earlier that there was a techno vod uploaded on youtube where he was showing sylvee around dsmp and also jaiden animations for some reason? and i remember thinking, but hes gone now, theres no way, how could he have shown them around when hes not here anymore? and i remember watching the vod and just enjoying him joking around with these people while being in disbelief and just SO relieved that hes back, i just accepted it, hes back and hes doing streams again and hes laughing and making jokes like nothing happened.

i just remembered now that i should go save that vod somewhere so i dont lose it, and had that heart dropping realisation that id dreamt it all. :(

[sappymix1]

[[hi I wrote some short george pov dnf fluff about the pizza stream :) tap in under the cut]]

His arms are wrapped around your stomach and you feel like you could die right there.

It’s dumb. It’s so dumb. All of your best friends in the world are right there and you feel like your heart is beating so quickly it could burst out of your chest and leave a red glowing burst of blood and guts and heart-stuff all over the counter where Sam is meticulously kneading pizza dough. It would look like that one time as a joke you took the lid off of Sapnap’s smoothie and the blender shot half blended strawberry out everywhere. You wondered if everyone would be left cleaning up your heart for days like the two of you – you and Sapnap; Dream said it wasn’t his problem and no amount of pleading from you changed his mind this time – had been then.

It was dumb, because everyone here had seen your lips on his. Sapnap, a million times over – that first time when you were so sick after Antarctica and you were overwhelmed enough and Dream was worried enough for both of you to just go for it, and so many times since. Hannah and Sylvee – after Christmas when Dream went to bed early and you stopped picking at Hannah and chewing on the sugar cookies that made your stomach hurt later to beg him to stay and then kiss him in the way that only someone high on sugar and love and happiness could when he whispered that he’d be there keeping the bed warm when you were ready to say goodnight. Bad and Skeppy – the warm smile that Dream only gave when you were behind the camera that you just had to take for yourself even though Dream insisted that kissing in front of Bad was like making out with someone in front of his father. Sam – when you got home after being gone too long and your skin was buzzing with how badly you missed him and Dream hardly let you step in the door before his arms were around you and his lips were on yours like nobody else was there. Ant, Velvet, and Puffy – early mornings while your eyes were still droopy and tired and at the merch factory and on the couch and everywhere else because you’d been gone too long and now you never wanted to leave his orbit ever again.

Everyone – January, when he was a little bit drunk and you were feeling bold enough to say post it. His arms around your stomach were nothing. 

But it was domestic. You didn’t think you had ever had domestic before. A few cherry chapstick flavored kisses with a girl from your mandatory English class back by the bathroom line at a party while her hands got too close to the waistband of your jeans in a way that made you nervous but not enough for you not to remember the teasing from all your friends and tell her to keep going when she asked if it was okay anyway. That hadn’t been domestic. It had been two dates until she stopped texting and you could breathe a sigh of relief because you hadn’t known how to answer what she was asking anyway. A boy when you were at a bar your friends dragged you to after graduation that you never saw again and you didn’t remember him well enough, honestly, to have noticed even if you had. Karl, who was just Karl, and it just meant he loved you as much as he did everyone else. 

None of them would have pressed a hand to your burning forehead and softly told you that they thought you needed to go to the doctor. None of them would have let you curl up against their chest after an exhausting string of Christmas streams and wrapped their arms around you as you dozed off hugging a silly stuffed animal that had made you laugh so hard you’d cried a few hours earlier. None of them would have crawled into bed with you on the other side of the country and laughed when you said you wanted to exist inside their skin. None of them would have eaten your frozen mango and promised they’d take you out for smoothies to make up for it.

It made your heart feel like it was going to burst. It was everything you’d always wanted. Your cheeks burned pink from more than just your bahamas sunburn and your face scrunched up into a smile against your will as he held you against his chest and rambled stupid stuff in a way that sounded like I love you.

[dwtdog]

What the fuck just happened to me sapnap is so fkn hot rn like hes driving and laughed lighty and smirked calling sylvee and idiot for thinking he would do a pedicure onstream like why did i get butterflies

he’s a cutie 🥰