#anyways how much of this is sapnap speaking and how much of it is the crimson speaking is up to your interpretation

[kumezyzo]

could you do a bf!sapnap headcanons (sfw & nsfw) seeing reader for the first time? she’s a faceless streamer and they’ve been dating for around 6 months and sapnap really wants to see her face and is reeeaaalllyyyy attracted to her, like off the charts attracted to her? <3

also can I be 🎀 anon?

thank you for requesting! ofc you can be 🎀anon 💜💜 this is very spencer reid and maeve donovan vibes

okay, note after I've fully written this, and i interpreted the 'dating for six months' as not in a relationship but talking/not technically bf!sapnap yet but is still referred to as bf!sapnap.... im sorry if that throws it off for you... or if i didnt wrote this in a way that doesnt make sense... mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap who loved hearing you speak when he didnt know what you looked like.

bf!sapnap who would send you voice messages to entice you to do the same.

bf!sapnap who hopes you get comfortable enough with him to show him your face

bf!sapnap feels his heart soar when he sees your face for the first time. he already had an image in his mind of what you looked like. but actually seeing you was ten times better.

bf!sapnap who wants to meet you as soon as he knows what you look like. not because he's superficial and wanted to wait until he saw what you looked like. but because he knows you're comfortable enough around him. he just wants to finally be able to hold you, feel you, kiss you.

bf!sapnap who just takes in your physical appearance the first time he sees you. he practically has heart eyes holding your face and hes examing everything about you from your lashes to the texture of your skin. hes seeing it for the first time in a way that isnt behind highly defined pixels.

bf!sapnap who kisses you for the first time. he feels butterflies in his stomach and his face turns bright red at the idea of being with someone as pretty as you. it makes him feel special.

bf!sapnap who thinks you look so much better in person. like the screen of his phone distorted your beauty.

bf!sapnap cant get over the way you style your clothes to fit your body, the way you hold yourself, the way you walk. he doesnt understand how someone could be so attractive.

bf!sapnap who can barely contain himself when hes around you. but he after all this time, he cant stand not being around you.

bf!sapnap who waits for you to initiate anything sexual with you. especially after experiencing you getting comfortable enough to even show him your face, he almost doesnt wait.

but he wants to be with you in such an intimate moment. his mind is wandering and he tries so hard to keep the ideas as just ideas.

bf!sapnap who tries to hold back the first time you have sex.

he's practically shaking by the time he's hovering over you, taking in your appearance in the way for the first time. he's restraining himself, keeping his head as clear as possible.

bf!sapnap who almost cums as soon as he's inside of you.

he has to think of anything else than your body, the way you moaned when he bottomed out, the way you're subconsciously squeezing him. his face is buried in your neck and taking deep breaths. but even your smell is making it hard for him.

bf!sapnap who starts fucking you slowly but doesnt change the pace. for his own sake.

"nick..." you moan softly, playing with the hair on the back of his head as he thrusts slowly. he hums into your neck. "nick... faster... please."

"shit... okay, baby..." he tells you, moving fast enough to feel different. but not enough for how long you've waited for this.

"babe... just fuck me," you whisper in his ear, hoping to get a reaction out of him. "i need you to fuck me..."

bf!sapnap who practically loses his mind at your words. It's like a switch inside of him flips. and your moans are what is fueling him to keep going.

"shit peach..." he says when he sees how your face is just as fucked out as he feels. his thighs are covered in a mixture of your cum and his. every thrust sounds wet and loud, sending butterflies straight to your core. "so fucking pretty.

bf!sapnap who has you sore and aching the next morning. but he will hold you with such a dopey smile on his face, kissing all over your soft face.

"you're so cute," he tells you when hes kissing the hickies he left on your chest. your keep whining in embarrassment, hiding your face from the way he looked up at you so lovingly.

"im sore," you tell him as he makes his way down to your thighs. he scoffs and spreads them softly, kissing your inner thighs. he smiles at how your flinch when he runs a finger through the folds of your pussy.

"youre so cute, peach."

lowkey hated my writing in this. im sorry its such ass. -nony

[rouge-fauna]

I think my biggest thing as a past dsmp fan looking in on the drama, is how like. Fifty people have shown support for Tommy and his friends and have backed him up and have been willing to bat for his side of things, but dream hasn’t had anyone show any support. Not even George or sapnap have said anything (didn’t sapnap watch tubbo’s stream? Which granted could be so he could see chats reaction because dream always had his chat off- but even so, he hasn’t said anything publically) whether or not the arguments hold solidly or not, it’s so telling that everyone who knew dream or worked with him or interacted with him have all spoken against him or haven’t shown support, where nobody has done the same for dream. How can we trust dream with what he’s saying when nobody who knew him does?

Well given that Dream and his fans or anyone who has his back in any matter ends up facing massive amounts of harassing it’s not surprising that no one would speak up. The fact that George and Sapnap continue to live with him and show support for him in other ways I think is telling, even if they aren’t going to bat online. The thing is it’s popular and a great way to gain followers to hate on Dream, but it is not so much the other way around. So why does everyone seem to speak out against Dream? Because it builds their career, to gain followers and subscribers just for hating on him. I mean Tommy back in the day way back during the allegations did some defending and it ended up with him getting a lot of hate so it’s not exactly appealing to speak out on behalf of Dream… besides even if they did, would people believe them? Or would they like it was just another person Dream was manipulating into liking him?… is it that no one supports Dream therefore we can’t trust him or is it everyone hates Dream because it’s popular. If no one even understands Dream’s efforts to understand him, why would anyone else try and would it matter anyway. To me, it doesn’t prove that Dream is wrong it only highlights Sapnap’s statement about people loving to crucify Dream like Jesus, because it’s popular even when Barabbas was the real criminal. The crowd isn’t always right because there’re many… a lack of other people’s support doesn’t mean Dream’s guilty, especially when doxing, careers and harassment are on the line… besides as Tommy said in his podcast he was one of the last people to turn against Dream, all of his friends already hated him, that’s why he posted the “satirical” video to test if they were right about Dream being a bad guy…



[pray4saint]

hihi i'm here to pick that massive brain of yours 😼

can we have some headcanons (or anything really) of george having a crush on a popular streamer!reader and maybe all his friends tease him about it bc he's just so smitten and has negative rizz around them? (sorry if this is basic but I can't get the idea out of my mind)

smitten

masterlist & descrip. pg. 13+. popular streamer!reader. fluff. george pining after reader. bsf!larray bc i felt like it. use of 'y/n'. swearing.

a/n. this has been rotting in my inbox for almost 3 weeks soooo here we are lmaoo. started writing 8/26/23, finished writing 8/29/23. crazy right??

”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” those were the first words george ever heard you say.

george had heard your twitch handle – your username – float around twitter for awhile since you had another big project coming up. but the first time he saw you was in larray's newest youtube video. you'd opened the door to the room larray was pacing around in, talking into this phone's microphone, and you had two coffees in hand. ”heeyy guys– oh fuck.” the cut off was when one of the coffees spilled a little bit out of the lid and onto the floor. larray let his jaw fall slack, looking between the camera and the floor by the entrance. ”oh bitch how did that happen?”

”shut up.” you start, stepping over the spill to put the coffees down on his desk. ”do you have paper towels?” and then the video cut to him driving alone in his car, singing along to another song as he did almost ritualistically during these cuts.

it was that video that sent george down the rabbit hole. it started with your youtube channels, your main which was mostly your shortened streams and those very rare vlogs you did with friends. almost two hours had gone by when he realised just how long he'd been watching your videos and laughing every few minutes because you had said something funny, or you added to a joke someone else had started.

then there was your twitch, which had him travelling over to your twitter, and after reading like ten of your tweets, he followed you. after shaking his head and closing twitter, he found himself scrolling through your instagram. starting with the most recent, which he liked, that was safe enough, and he just kept going, at least until one of his roommates knocked on his door, and he accidentally liked a really old post. it was late and he didn't understand what could possibly be so important.

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george didn't bother telling any of his friends about you as he didn't feel it was necessary. ping. that was weird. george could've sworn he'd silenced his phone. then again, this wasn't his stream and he could afford to check it right then.

twitter – 1 new notification @ yourusername followed you back!

his lips parted, a heavy exhale leaving him. it was weird, but he smiled at it. ”ooooh george, what's, or who's got you smilin' over there?” sapnap half-turned around in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows at his roommate. george's eyes snap up to his friend. ”uh, what?” sapnap just sort of laughs it off and goes back what he was doing prior.

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”hi george, i'm y/n.” you extended a hand out to the brit and after what felt like forever, he put his hand in yours and shook. ”hi.” was the only word he could manage out. as much as he wanted to make a good first impression, the only thing he could do when he looked at you was smile. it was something easily picked up by the rest of the group; sapnap, dream and larri. there were shared looks between the three, ones neither you or george saw.

you'd of course heard of the dream team, they were popular streamers, but you'd also heard about them from larri, who knew them a quite a bit better than the internet did.

larri was the first to speak up to get everyone back on track, to record the video. ”anyways so–”

god, george was a goner for you, and he didn't even really know you. at least not yet.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[sketchehm]

Sorry, I had a complete crack au for the Mafia Mafia au based on how everything seems to be lining up to stop 3/3 dteam

Like. Sapnap never reveals that he's a mole and eventually he just. Goes home to Dream and George. It was a temporary exchange right, he was always meant to go back

But obviously, Team Mafia don't want him to go back! But they couldn't convince him or find any excuse for him to stay before it was time to go, so they've gone to plan B, kidnapping

But what if Sapnap tries to escape to go back to Dream and George D:? They could take all three and then no issues! Sapnap is back with them and he has no reason to leave again because his people will also be there!

Their plan is heavily based on taking them three all in one go. But the three of them just. Won't fucking show up together.

They keep inviting them to parties and meetings and trades and one is always missing. Spreen was about to maul someone with his bare hands when he finds out it happen again at his event because of a stupid ass gang pulling away Dream's attention

Tumblr deleted my answer and I want to cry oh my god.....

Anyways this was spinning in my head for so long, let's just hope I can remember everything I put down

Again, so sad it's all gone....I loved it...rip

ANYWAYS

Extremely hilarious to me that thr whole Team is trying so hard to wrangle these guys and it's just.....not...working???? Like they MUST suspect something, this just can't keep happening over and over!!!

But....when they reunite with Sapnap everytime, his genuine glee and eagerness to be with them again....he's always back to jumping on top of them haha....back to the screaming and barking and indecent jokes.....indecent actions if no one is looking..........it's just very clear to the members that at the the very least, Sapnap has no hesitation or weariness against them. And it's like FUCK. They just wanna take him back home already orz

And when they guys finally get to interact with Dream and George(albeit never together) in much more relaxed situations, they can see the tensions ease from their shoulders. They know these two seen them as allies, trust them enough since they took care of their third so well. (They wonder how much Sapnap told them) They see them open up around them little by little and it's just...UGHHH they're all so perfect!!! They're gonna lose their minds at this rate!!!!!

Serpias is just frothing at the mouth, the others needing to keep and eye on him to make sure he doesn't do anything rash (stop saying your gonna suck their souls out first chance you get have some DIGNITY Serpias.....)

Then when they finally get a confirmation from all 3 about attending Spreen's event.... Holy shit. ITS HAPPENINGGG!!! The guys go into full prepare mode, making home as cozy and wonderful as possible. This cracked version, they're making this the most luxurious kidnapping to ever happen pffft

Only for the day of the event to come........and Dream isn't there. He isnt. There.

You can see the comical vein going through Spreen's forehead as he speaks through his teeth in the most gentle way one could when full of absolute rage, he asks, Sapnap....where is Dream????

Sapnap giving his typical non answer is NOT helping matters.

It's not until the Team gets intel of a certain gang that was causing Dream issues and that's why he couldn't participate. And slowly learning this gang has actually been the reason for the 3 of them never being able to come together at these events....has actually been a thorn in their side for many years.......

You can hear the collective click in all their minds as they realize they just figured out a solution to their problem. Perchance this will persuade Dteam to come willingly at the end of the day hehe

[covenofwives]

Dandelion Kisses

Dream is forever waiting for DreamXD to return. George is sick of Dream's moping around.

Waiting was the worst thing for Dream.

He spent months on edge waiting in that prison for the next visitor, or the next torture session. Dream always liked to pride himself on patience, and knowing the importance of letting things naturally fall into place but ever since the prison, waiting was the enemy.

There were a few dandelions just starting to sprout their seeds. They looked fluffy, like perfect puffballs but soon they’d be loose and ready to be windswept.

Dream watched the gentle sway of the dandelions in front of him. Some yellow heads mixed with the white. Swaying back and forth in the breeze. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was becoming hypnotising, slowly emptying Dream’s mind of any thoughts which was actually welcomed at that point.

Whenever Dream had a moment to think, it would all go back to DreamXD and remembering the rage on his brother’s face. Being able to just not think was a blessing.

“Are you done sulking?”

A voice pushed passed the puffballs filling his head, drawing up Dream’s attention. Without moving too much from his position he turned his head ever so slightly to look over his shoulder.

George stood, as he usually did, like a perfect painting in the afternoon sun. He must have been absolutely sure the two wouldn’t be disturbed as the wraps he usually had on his arms and chest under his tunic were off, showing the red mushrooms patches on his skin openly.

“No.” Dream mumbled into his arm as he turned back around to watch the flowers. He was laying on his front, arms folded under his head as he watched the flowers.

He heard a frustrated sigh from George behind him but wouldn’t look around. “You’re being very reckless, just laying out here where anyone can see you.”

“No-one comes here.” Dream mumbled back and it was partly true.

The rolling meadows were a lovely show of wild flowers in the Kinoko Kingdom. Dream, Sapnap and George would frequently go there to chill as well as a few others, but after Foolish build the impressive gardens with the Kingdoms walls most people flocked there, leaving the meadows mostly abandoned. That was perfect for Dream and George to steal some moments alone, or take time for themselves.

Dream was overcome with a want to see the meadows today and ventured out before George had woken up. He had left a note that read ‘OUT’ but it should be expected George would have looked here first.

“Thought you were busy today anyway.” Dream added, trying to annoyingly not let it show it bothered him but also hint that it bothered him.

“I said I was busy later today.” George came closer and Dream could feel him sit down on the grass beside his waist. “Sapnap wants a meeting with few people. Probably on security.”

Dream snorted to the irony of it before things went quiet for a while. An uncomfortable quietness before George spoke up.

“I could tell him today, if you want. Just calmly speak to him about…”

“No!” Dream snapped. “He’d put me back in there.”

“He’d listen to me. I could convince him to listen to you.”

“No!” Dream bristled to the thought of speaking to Sapnap again. Not after how everything had been left.

It was expected but heartbreaking when he saw Sapnap’s face in the crowd hunting him down. He replayed the words again and again in his head.

“Miss George? He doesn’t miss you. He doesn’t think of you, certainly doesn’t talk about you!”

It was one of the things Dream couldn’t bring himself to ask, though it always plagued his mind. Sapnap was just out to hurt Dream but then the words held some truth. George had already explained he wouldn’t visit Dream in prison because it hurt too much. So did he just pretend Dream didn’t exist?

“Well fine.” George threw up his hands and quickly stood up. “If you’re not up for talking then I’ll be back home.”

“I…never said that.” Dream forced himself to speak before George stepped too far away. He wouldn’t turn around but he heard the steps stop and finally he heard George come back. That settled his heart.

“Alright, so you’re up for talking. Not about Sap but you want to talk.” George sat himself down again by Dream’s side. This time he was closer and Dream could feel the warmth of him. “So what about?”

The dandelions all stilled for a split second, like they were letting Dream collect his thoughts before they started swaying again.

“XD… When do you think he’ll…y-you know…?”

“Deal with you?” George unhelpfully finished but Dream couldn’t deny that was the proper word for it. “I don’t know. Honestly I didn’t expect him to give you back, I thought you were gone again.”

That was Dream’s greatest fear too. He still wasn’t done processing everything that happened to him in that…wherever the hell he was. He told George about it, of course. He was still wearing the soft green tunic HD had given him, only now it was pared with black shorts that reached above his knees. But he had expected XD to show up the next day, or the day after. It was a week now and still nothing.

“Do you think he’s ever coming back?” George asked.

Dream’s heart thumped uncomfortably in his chest. “Of course! He has to… He…”

“He didn’t come back for you in the prison.” George’s voice wasn’t unkind, but it was bluntly to the point. “He didn’t come back to me either.”

“You stopped speaking to him?” Dream turned his head to look at George. He was absolutely bathed in the sunlight. His back to Dream but still an absolute picturesque sight. The sun caught on the edges of his hair, making it look golden.

“After he told me he wasn’t freeing you from prison, we fought and I told him to leave. He did and never came back.” George turned to look at Dream and seemed almost surprised to see his friend staring at him. “In the End, that’s the first time I’d seen DreamXD in months.”

Dream frowned. “Did you mean to send him away? Completely?”

George’s eyes flicked down to the grass while he thought. “I don’t know. Maybe in the moment I did, then I regretted it. But then the more I thought of it the more I meant it. If he was going to let you stay in there then I didn’t want him around.”

“He was your friend.”

“You’re more important.”

Dream’s heart worked through a mixture of flutters, tightening and thumping seemingly all at once. His cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, back to the dandelions still dancing in the wind for him.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” Dream asked, trying to distract his confused heart.

“Do you want that?”

“No I… I-I don’t know. He can’t just…leave!”

“Didn’t you want him to leave?”

“I wanted him to help me!” Dream hand wrung through the grass. “I wanted him to listen to me! Just stop speaking for me and listen to me for once! But he never does and he never will! I nearly die and he wouldn’t even hear me out! Nothing I ever do for him gets his attention! He only listens when others talk about me, he never even bothered to ask-EEEP!”

A feathery swipe ended his thoughts and jolted through Dream’s body. It touched on his knee, swiping up to his thigh and causing his leg to kick out before Dream turned over.

He couldn’t fully turn over though, as George had very purposefully laid over Dream’s calves, so all Dream could really do was turn his waist. The fluffy head of the dandelion twirled softly in George’s hand.

“Wh-Whahat was that fohor?”

“You were spiralling.” George shrugged and twirled the flower in his hand again. He positioned it so close to his cheek Dream was sure it touched him, but it seemed George kept it just a hair length away from his skin.

“I was just…talking.” Dream tried to calmly talk, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the fluffy flower twirling around so delicately. It had felt so soft against the back of his knee, like it was a feather. Multiple feathers.

“You were spiralling.” The flower drooped in George’s hand slightly and Dream worried it was about to fall onto his leg.

Remembering the flower tingling along his leg made Dream jump ever so slightly, but he couldn’t really move much with George on top of them. “You-You asked…!”

“Now I’m not. Now I’m running this flower over your knee.”

“NO!”

George lowered the flower just ever so slightly but stopped. He gave a smug smile to Dream’s panic and attempt to dislodge himself. He couldn’t properly push himself up and George placed ever so perfectly over his calves meant he couldn’t kick his legs properly either.

“I don’t like it when you spiral.” George turned the flower over in his hand so the white fluffy head fell and pointed towards Dream’s knee. Dream drew in a short grasp, seeing how close he flower was to his skin. The back of his knees prickled from just the thought of it.

“You get a bad look on your face, like a scowl.” George softly and slowly twirled the flower. “It’s ugly on you. It twists up your pretty face and gives you a nasty look in your meadow eyes.”

“G-Geohohorge!” Dream fumbled as his words as his face burned redder and redder. His focus was torn between the flower twirling so close above his knee and the praises George was so freely giving out.

One of the flower’s twirls was just a little too harsh and the newly fluffed seed dislodged from the stem. It fluttered downward so gently, landing on the back of Dream’s knee. It barely felt like more than whisper, but Dream’s nerves and flusters set his skin on high alert.

“G-GEHEohohorge! GEhehet ihit o-ohohoff!”

“What?” George blinked, completely unaware. He moved the flower to the side ever so slightly, seeing the little fluff over Dream’s knee. “Is that it?”

“Ihihit’s…nn!” Dream smothered his face into his arm, screaming laughter into it to let out his pent up nerves. “Juhuhust-Just mohove ihit!”

“Are you serious?! Is it tickling you?” George cackled. His high pitched taunt ringing in Dream’s ears and prickling his skin. “You idiot! It’s just a little bit of fluff! Does it tickle Dreamie? Is it tickling your knee so much?!”

“Geohohohorge!” Dream whined, his pride completely thrown to the soft breeze. In all honesty the fluff would have probably stopped tickling now if George wasn’t so instant to mention it over and over again. “J-Juhuhust hehelp!”

George rolled his eyes to Dream’s plight, but he moved to help. Or he seemed to. His arm slightly moved up but then a brilliant idea flashed across his mind and he thought better of it. Instead of wiping away the offending fluff he lowered his head closer to Dream’s knee.

Still hiding in his arms, Dream couldn’t see George’s approach until he felt just a puff of air on the back of his knee. He jolted up, and turned around just in time to see George blowing softly against the back of his knee.

It wouldn’t have been so ticklish if Dream wasn’t already on edge. What would have just prickled his skin a little shot through his nerve system. He arched his back, letting out a silent squeal before falling into helpless yapping giggles. “GehEHEOHohoHOHORGE! S-StahAHAhahahap!”

“Does even that tickle Dreamie?” George asked, his voice high with giddiness. “Even the wind tickles you!”

“It’s nohohohot the wihihind! Ihihit’s yohohohohou! Ihihihit--”

A gasp caught in Dream’s throat, silencing his laughter and stopping his words. He was stunned into silence, the skin on the back of his knee prickling as George’s lips pressed against them.

It wasn’t a raspberry blown on his knee, or nibbles. It was just a soft kiss against his skin. It tickled Dream’s already sensitive skin but he was too stunned to properly respond. His face flushed a deep red and mind stopped suddenly, like short circuiting and rebooting over and over.

“G-G…Geohorge…” The word came out so softly, and even then Dream didn’t know what he was going to really say.

Before his brain could work out any form of sentence, George pulled back and his lips returned just a little bit below his knee, this time blowing a quick raspberry into the skin and kick-starting Dream’s brain. Of course it was just to scream with laughter, but at least it was something.

“StohOHoOhoOP! Stop stop! GeoHOHOHOHORGE!”

Dream tried to kick his legs to no avil, but it didn’t stop George from gasping in offence. “Did you really try to kick me Dream?! In your position?! That’s bold of you!”

“N-No! Nohoho! I-I didn’t mea-AAAAAA! GEOHOHOHORGE! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

The dandelion twirled against the side of Dream’s knee, tickling him just ever so slightly. But the scream came from George leaning forward and nibbling over the back of Dream’s thighs. It was just right above his knees, and George’s teeth were nowhere near as bad as XD or HD’s fangs, but it tickled so much more than simple kneading or nails would.

“GEORGE PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEEEEEHEHEASE! I’ll-I’ll dohoho anIHIHIHYTHIHIHIHING!”

“Anything?” George asked, which took his teeth away from Dream’s thigh for one blissful second, but he brought up his nails to scribble over the skin still.

“Anythihihihihing! Anything! Plehehehease stohohohop!”

The tickling did stop, slowly turning to a firmer touch that wiped away the ghostly tickles still prickling over Dream’s thighs. The dandelion dancing on the side of his knee was discarded, but now even the grass was tickly. He couldn’t help but giggling into his arm, only coaxed out when George gently took his shoulder and turned Dream over on his back.

The sun shone behind George as he sat over Dream. It gave him and almost ethereal back lighting, turning the edges of his hair and skin golden. He looked like an angel, and Dream was just content to watch him for however long George would let him.

“Your hair is a mess, idiot.”

It probably was. He could feel some of the stands of hair sticking to his face from the sweat. George reached out, his fingers fiddled with Dream’s hair a little before he pulled back, holding some of the dandelion seeds between his fingers. They must have been all over Dream’s hair.

“Wh…What was that all about?” Dream asked with his voice just slightly breathless.

“What? Tickling you? You were spiralling.” George replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“N-Not with that!” Dream flustered. “Th…The kiss…”

“Oh! What about it?”

“Wh-What about…” Dream blinked up to George, silently asking if he was serious. But George seemed oblivious to the issue at hand. “You’ve…you’ve never kissed me before.”

The Dream Team were very openly affectionate with each other. They slept like a pack together and were often cuddling one another. It was a common occurrence and never blinked at. The three were just affectionate people, even George who hissed like a cat and would deny it. But kissing was always different to each of them. Dream commonly kissed his friends, usually on the cheek. It was a natural thing for him, but George never did. He’d accept kisses from friends, through eye rolls and insults, but he’d never give any out. Dream and Sapnap always used to joke George’s kisses were specially magical. But here George was, kissing Dream so casually and then looking like nothing was wrong.

Well, he kissed Dream’s knee which Dream still counted as a kiss.

George tilted his head, like a cat observing a mouse. He said nothing and Dream wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like there was a lump in his throat and no matter how many times he gulped, it wouldn’t clear.

George was the first one to move. He leaned over so he was on top of Dream, and brought his face down closer. Dream would have gasped, but his lungs refused to work. He felt frozen and burning at the same time.

The space between the two was so minuscule. Their lips were practically together until George moved at the last moment. He bought himself up more and planted a kiss over Dream’s forehead.

While Dream was still stunned over everything that happened, George pulled himself back. “There. I’ve kissed you two times now. No big deal.”

George pulled himself to stand up while Dream still lay in the grass. He must have looked a mess with his hair entwined between the blades of grass and the blush fresh on his cheeks. But George hit his arm softly and he was brought out of his stupor for a moment.

“Come on. I’m hungry. Lets go eat something before I have to meet Sapnap.”

Dream was pulled up on his feet. The dandelion seeds still clung to him, and while he made some attempt to shake them off he didn’t care too much. His heart was racing but also fluttering so softly. He felt heavy and light at the same time. For the first time in a while Dream felt a twinge of youthful carelessness and he wanted to bask in the feeling for as long as possible.

[sleepy--anon]

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Part 2 to Make It Even

Warning: really intense tickles

About a week after Sapnap got his revenge on Dream they had begun to get close again, but he was still avoiding George. He told Dream that he wanted him to feel close to how he felt before they jumped him. Dream noticed his confused looks and told Sapnap that he would definitely crack soon, and crack he did. It happened when George came into the living room from the kitchen to find Sapnap and Dream on the couch, hoping for some 3/3 time he greeted them with a smile. His smile dropped when Sapnap instantly made an excuse and quickly left.

"Sap's avoiding me..." George spoke quietly, just loud enough for Dream to hear.

"D'you know why? I haven't said anything to piss him off have I? ...I don't think I did."

"My best guess is it has something to do with when we double teamed him with that tickle game. He was pretty upset afterwards."

"But that wouldn't explain why it's only me! He's hanging out with you! You were just as involved!"

"Yes, but I bought him peace offerings after a while and let him get his revenge on me so we're cool now." Dream not once looked up from his phone while he spoke, texting Sapnap what was happening to put their plan in motion.

"So, what? I have to buy him 'peace offerings' to get him to talk to me?"

"The peace offerings didn't fix it George, he wanted me to know how it felt, what we put him through, the peace offerings were just a bonus." He was now making eye contact with George, watching his confused expression and obliviousness to Sapnap sneaking back down the hallway.

"So, let me get this straight. The only way you got him back to you like that was to let him tickle you to tears?"

"Oh no George, he handcuffed me to his bed leg, blinded me with my beanie, used my weakness against me, and on top of all that, tickled me until I was practically sobbing and breathless." Dream kept his composure as best he could while giving the details, feeling a sense of pride when George turned maroon.

"That's... really intense. You just let him do that?"

"In my opinion, it was better than having him avoid me."

"I guess..."

"Oh and uh, I'm sorry George but I really needed you to stay right there." George furrowed his brows at Dream before shrieking at the sudden weight on his back. Sapnap had tackled him, rather effortlessly. Dream was on the floor just as quick, following Sapnap’s instructions of pulling his arms up but holding his elbows instead of his wrists.

"DREAM what??? Why are you helping him??!!"

"Because he threatened to put me right back in the position he had me in with you included if I didn't help. No offense George, but I can't willingly go through that again, I don't love you that much." George’s mouth was opening and shutting like he wanted to speak but nothing came out.

"Alright Georgie, you are way overdue for turn, you're always so much more ruthless so why not give you a taste of your own medicine~"

"Sapnap, I can't do this, I can't, don't do it, let me up, please, I'll do anything! I'll buy you whatever, I'll do your editing, your chores, whatever you want just please!" He tried using puppy eyes on both boys, neither budged. Dream’s fear of how intense angry, ler Sapnap can be trumped any bad feelings he had for George.

"I want you to feel George, I don't want anything else, I want you to know what you put me through." Sapnap pulled a sleep mask out of his hoodie pocket, sighing in annoyance when George shook his head too much for him to get it on him. Dream pressed his knee into his forearms so he could hold his head still long enough for Sapnap to get the mask on.

"You hate eye contact anyway George, what's the problem~?"

"I cahahan’t see whahahat you're dohohoing!" George’s anticipation giggles had started, he wiggled around a bit, quickly realizing how little he can move like this. He couldn’t see the looks and mouthed conversation the two younger boys were having over him, nor could he tell that Sapnap was facing his legs.

"AAAAHHHH NOHOHO WAHAHAHIT!!" They didn't give him any warning, Dream was attacking his armpits and Sapnap had his boney hips. He was clearly extremely worked up already so Sapnap new the end goal would be easy to accomplish. George kicked way more than Dream, he was a known squirmer. On of the kicks got his leg caught by a hellbent Sapnap, held up by the back of the knee and had his blunt nails drag slowly up and down the back of his thigh. He loved hearing him scream out different things he thought would make him stop. Apologies, bribes, begging, swearing, empty threats, ext. Dream voiced that George was crying a bit now, Sapnap paused and turned to look. George was flushed in blotchy patches of pink, his chest heaved with deep intakes of air, his hair a mess and stuck to his forehead with sweat, his clothes disheveled, and a wide loopy smile stuck to his face. Sapnap lifted the eye mask a bit to check his progress before putting it back.

"Not enough"

"WHAHAT??!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT ENOUGH?! I'VE HAD PLENTY, I'M GONNA LOOSE MY VOICE SAPNAP! I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS PLEAHAHAHASE JUST LET ME UP! SPARE ME PLEASE! HAVE MEHEHERCY!"

"Oh there's no mercy for you pretty boy~ I like when you beg~" Sapnap gave Dream a cue George couldn’t see and suddenly both his legs were looped behind his arms and both backs were ruthlessly attacked with pinches and squeezes, on top of that, Dream was switching between knucknling his ribs and scribbling on his feet which were now in his reach. George was loosing his mind, this position was so immobilizing that he couldn’t even buck his hips, he had no choice but to take it and face the sensations. His brain was so fogged that all it was was 'IT TICKLES, IT TICKLES SO BAD, GET OUT, MAKE IT STOP, ITS FUN, ITS TOO MUCH, BREATHE!' George thought he might actually pass out. He tapped the back of his hand on the floor, getting their attention, making them stop what they were doing. George gasped greedily for air, wracking his brain for any safeword he could think of before they tried to start again.

"PINEAPPLES, PEACHES, BANANA, BLUEBERRY!"

"Whahahat?"

"What are you doing?"

"We might have broken him"

"SAFEWOHOHORD! JUHUST STOHOHOP!" His voice was strained, his throat would definitely hurt later. Sapnap pulled the mask up again, satisfied with the tear streaks on his cheeks. He placed his hand on his chest, feeling him flinch.

"You learned your lesson?" George nodded as fast as he could, sighing in relief when they released him from their, scarily effective pin.

"I really am sorry by the way, I didn't think we pushed you that far." Sapnap wrapped him in a hug, rubbing his back saying how they're all even now and it's all good now. George fell asleep on his shoulder rather quickly, waking up later on his chest on the couch with a movie playing. They're back to normal and Dream was right, it was worth it to have moments like these back.

[llitchilitchi]

Ehi, there is something I wanna ask about your "Monarchy Restoration", now that Dream is back to George's side (in the future), what it means for Dream's alliance with Technoblade? Is the Syndicate going to be a problem in the future? And, what about The Plan? Is Dream going to follow his plan anyway?

ooh interesting questions

I do want to tackle both of these at some point, hopefully by the end of the year (at least one of them anyways)

his alliance with Techno is strained to begin with - much like in canon, Techno told him to hand the armour back and get lost, so we can't exactly speak of close allyship or regular cooperation. that being said, there is no hostility between the two either, and I really want to do a comic where Techno comes investigate Kinoko Kingdom and their activities (rivalsduo banter included) - it's why I did the concept art of MR!Techno a couple months back to begin with, I was working out some stuff around their meeting at the time

Techno's visit might be prompted by Niki who's a neighbour to Kinoko (which would mean I have to design Niki for this AU and the mere idea excites me) and there might be a comic about a syndicate meeting? it would certainly be an interesting one to draw, though straying a bit from following just the Dream Team, which is who the AU is centered around. maybe I could just do a singular painting and give it some flavour text lmao

as of some spoilers: Techno promises to stay out of the way as long as Dream promises to behave and keep an eye out on George and his kingly ambitions. for now they're chill though and Techno makes sure to tell Dream that he's proud that he finally got himself a house

as of The Plan! that will be tackled only way, Way later. for now Dream needs to recover, and despite what he wants to do, George and especially Sapnap are keeping a close eye on him so he can't do much until he wins them over, or until he figures out how to remove them (which is a lot easier said than done. the dethronement was already difficult.) the end result, though, will be George and Sapnap teaming up with Dream and Punz and things get put in motion, with a few adjustments to accomodate for the very particular relationship each member of the dream team has with DXD - that is, Sapnap revealing the death book, and George is far from free of XD's influence (which, again, needs a bit more screentime)

given that Punz's introduction won the comic polls, this part of the story should be introduced soon, though it will come in multiple parts and might drag a little bit

and well, all things said are tightly tied to Dream restoring George's kingship, which is something you can look forward to, too :)

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Fluent in Flowers

Summary: Sapnap starts gardening, but he doesn't really know who to give the blooms too; thankfully the first person that comes to mind is unversed in flowers.

Warnings: Check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: Happy SNF week! I didn't know it was happening until this morning so I'm sort of trying to catch up with it, @sobredunia I subjected you to this, have the full things. Anyways, if ya'll enjoyed maybe consider reblogging or dropping by on the Ao3 port to leave a comment or kudos

Their hands brushed against each other briefly as Sapnap handed George the thorny vines, bright red blossoms mingled with the small cuts across his hands. He wiped down his hands on his pants, denim digging into minuscule wounds (they ached and stung but it was worth it to get a flower for his friend). George held the flower gently, letting the stem rest between fingers, so much of the vine had buds in bloom there wasn't a lot to grasp.

He gave a small smile, "So, what's with all the flowers lately?"

"Been getting into botany, and it's a hassle to sell singular flowers," Sapnap explained, fumbling as he pulled out his phone, easily pulling up a picture of his garden. It was small, and green, but there was buds here and there yet to bloom, "None of the really cool ones are blooming yet."

George inspected the photo, giving a hum as he zoomed in on it. He brought the thorny stem to rest in his hair, bright red blossoms matched his mismatched eyes, "Nobody makes an entire garden just cause."

Sapnap shrugged, "Then consider it a first in the history of ever, once I have enough to make bouquets then I'm selling."

"Fun," George answered with, twisting locks of brown hair with the leaves and pinpricks on the flower, being ever so careful to not ruin the blossom as he did so.

"Not only am I gonna get some quick cash out of it but I'll also get some experience," Sapnap said, he grinned a bit as he did so.

And I'll have gifts to give, and I'll learn how to speak without speaking, and I'll be able to say-

"Then you'll have to teach me," George answered with, forcefully yanking Sapnap from his thoughts, "Thanks for the flower."

"You're welcome," Sapnap said, he added on a layer of grandeur to his voice, giving a small bow as he did so. He faltered for a brief moment, "My liege."

The motions drew a small laugh from George, "Liege? What are you a knight?"

"I could be your knight," Sapnap countered with, he spoke too genuinely, he spoke too confidently.

"Sure you could," George answered with, the grin on his face softening as he spoke.

-/-/-/-

Sapnap held a bundle of sunflowers in his hands as he knocked on Georges door, he heard a distant 'its open!' before turning the door knob. He took a few steps in and the house was soft, the color of the walls, the way the furniture was placed- it just felt cozy. If he didn't know George lived there he'd never be able to tell, even the stray shirt on the couch wouldn't be a give away with its stupid graphic on it.

He hesitantly stepped further in, kicking off his shoes as he did so. Three steps in a mirror caught his eye, one at head height, he glanced at it. His hair was mussed up, and the sunflowers were a bit tarnished, some petals torn or dirty. The stems were thick, trimmed down to a reasonable height despite the size of the bloom atop it. He probably could've chosen better, could've grabbed a bouquet he was going to sell.

But George hasn't minded the choice of flowers in the past- all the vases laying around are proof of that.

What feels like hundreds of vases sit on every surface imaginable, some of them aren't even real vases. Mugs, pitchers, old yogurt containers, anything that can hold water now holds at least one flower. The entire house smells like flowers, it feels like the perfume aisle, but in a good way.

"George?" Sapnap called out, not exactly wanting to take a wrong turn or end up seeing something he's not supposed to.

"I'm in the kitchen!" George calls back from presumably the kitchen.

Sapnap follows his voice, making sure to hold the bouquet high and close to his chest, him and George may be close, but trailing sunflower seeds down the hall isn't always welcome. He refrains from letting a hand trail across the walls, he doesn't refrain from staring at the bouquets. He's shocked most of them are still alive, half of the flowers should be dead, it's been over a month since he dropped off some of them. He almost finds it cute how George placed them all together by color, or as close he could get to color coding. The occasional mistake here and there brings a flavor to the array, Sapnap doesn't dare try and fix them.

He turns the final empty doorway (it acts as no more than a mere archway now) and finds George sitting at a small table in the middle of the kitchen, eating a slice of toast. His friend perks up and gestures vaguely for the botanist to come over, he's smiling a little bit, a small amount of excitement on his face at the sight of the flowers his friend is holding. Sapnap takes a seat opposite of George and lays down the small bouquet of sunflowers, his friend eagerly sweeps it into his arms.

"I was wondering when you'd drop by," George said, running his hands across the expanse of leaves, some almost as large his hand. The bloom itself, petal and all, easily dwarfs some of his features, he holds it up to his chest.

Somewhere in the back of Sapnaps mind he's thinking about how pretty his friend looks. How much the brightness of the flowers matches his smile and his eyes. How happy he looks holding a bouquet of unruly flowers that easily snap and crumble.

"I thought you'd forgotten," George said, this time a little bit quieter as he stood up.

That comes as a shock, "You thought I forget?"

George nods, "Yeah," He pulls down a pitcher and turns on the faucet, "You're usually dropping off flowers on Sunday, not Tuesday," He grabs a pair of scissors to cut the sunflower stems.

I had to make sure they were perfect, I didn't want to halfass my choices, I wanted to say that I lo-

"The bouquets were selling like hot cakes, didn't have a good chance to make you one," Sapnap lied, forcing aside his train of thought once more to give a response. A real response, one that's been thought out, one that isn't digging too deep into his psyche.

George gives a hum, "Maybe I could help you?"

"It's hard work," Sapnap said, giving a response without skipping a beat, a part of him want to keep George out, the rest wanted to let George in. His garden was his last safe space, the last space he could actively run from his turmoils that were rooted so deeply in his chest. The last place he could forget and move on even if only for a brief moment, it was his solace.

"I know," George said, "I just think you're spending too much time in the garden and not enough time for yourself," He placed the pitcher of sunflowers down on the kitchen table, right beside the mug full of babys breath, the light pink blossoms contracted the yellow perfectly.

"And what makes you say that?" Sapnap asked, pushing out his chair a little bit as George made his way to stand behind him.

He tilted his head back to meet his friends gaze, nearly flinched when hands were placed on the top of the chairs backrest. He tensed when George brought a hand to his shoulder, running along the front of his shoulder, tracing his collar bone, caressing arteries, up until it rested at Sapnaps cheek. He wiped off a smudge of dirt, seemingly ignoring the light pink that dusted his friends cheeks.

"You never walk around with dirt on your face," George answered with, bringing his other hand up to Sapnaps face as he spoke.

Sapnap gave a hum, afraid of what might come out if he opened his mouth.

George smiled a bit, it sent little shock waves through Sapnap, "So, can I help you out in your garden?"

"I," Sapnap began, almost breathlessly, "I, yeah, sure."

"Great," George answered with softly, he leaned down to place a small kiss on Sapnaps forehead. To Sapnap it was electric, to George it probably meant nothing.

"But first you gotta prove you know what to do," Sapnap said, doubling back on his statement as the realization that he could be letting a fool into his garden set in, "Make me a bouquet, then I'll decide if you're ready."

"Challenge accepted," George said, slowly pulling back from Sapnap as he spoke, "Give me a week, any other guidelines."

"Only one," Sapnap said, "You can only buy one flower, otherwise you have too use what's laying around the house."

"Fine by me, you've already given me enough to make a hundred bouquets," George said, he smiled as he spoke, a devilish one, cat-like in nature, it made Sapnaps heart do flips.

"Then maybe I want more than one bouquet," Sapnap answered with, trying to keep an air of playfulness to his voice.

George gave a hum, "You'll have to wait and see what you get then- it'll be something great, I promise."

-/-/-/-

Scissors cleaved stems in twain, turning spikes to nubs and trimming off unneeded buds as he went along with it. He carefully nudged the petals back into place, tugging the rotting ones away. He gave a pained sigh as he placed it to the side, it was a great flower, amazing even, but nobody wants an imperfect flower in their bouquet. Except George, he seemed fine with the little imperfections littering his bouquets, he enjoyed them plenty.

Sapnap reached for another sprig of lavender, this time made of perfect purple hues, no room for mistakes. No room for flaws, he wants to sell these doesn't he? And little screw ups don't sell very well, he's just glad that his personality isn't what sells bouquets, if it was then he doubts he'd sell at all. He looks in a mirror and sees mistakes, he talks and he hears cracks and mess ups in his vernacular. He simply stands around and just acts natural and he just feels so disjointed around the right people that make him feel things that are wrong.

He placed a cluster of rhododendrons into the bouquet he was working on, they were a lilac hue. He reached for his twine and tied the stems together, it could go without a rose, most of them were too flawed to fit in anyways. He held it up, it was a little bit shrimpy compared to his previous bouquets, but it would still sell. The people only bought big extravagant bouquets near valentines day, smaller ones later into the summer just made nice gifts.

He heard someone knock on his gate, he took a deep breath before standing up. He brushed the dirt from his pants, grass stains too deep in to be brushed away so simply. He made his way to the gate to find George, he was grinning, an expression Sapnap didn't see on his friend very often.

Friend.

The garden isn't the place to abandon that word anymore.

"So, finally finished your magnum opus?" Sapnap asked, leaning an arm on the gate as he spoke.

"Two actually," George said, lifting a bouquet. It was made of randomly assorted flowers, colors and shape matching nicely, "This one is for the initial test."

Sapnap held it in his hands, all the stems lined up nicely, the flowers clumped together with minimal holes. He tossed it between his hands a couple times to check the balance, it was perfect. He quirked a brow, "Impressive, where you studying?"

"Learned from the best," George said, he knocked the tip of his foot on the gate once more, "Let me in?"

Sapnap opened the latch on the gate and swung it open, "Gladly."

George took a couple steps in, stunned into freezing at the amount of flowers in Sapnaps yard. He placed down the second bouquet he had made before letting himself truly marvel at the sight. There was every flower he knew and some that he didn't know at that, he stepped further in and Sapnap joined him. He simply stared in awe at the sight, Sapnap reached for his hand, releasing as fast as he gently tug. George gladly followed Sapnaps lead, albeit rather slowly, his friend reached for his hand once more and this time George grabbed it.

He didn't let go, red shot directly to Sapnaps face, he almost felt lightheaded. He wouldn't dare shake his hand free though, especially not when George interlocked their fingers. Snaking between partially dirt smeared fingers with his own, he rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb. Sapnap stayed silent, he couldn't open his mouth to say anything because all that would come it is I love you and he can't risk that.

He tries, "George."

"Yeah?" George asked, he sounded almost distant, but he turned to face Sapnap.

"I," His grasp on Georges hand tightened a bit, "You're holding my hand."

Georges expression shifts before he lets go, "Sorry, didn't even notice."

"No!" He can't stop the words from spilling out as he reaches for Georges hand again, desperately at that, "I, I don't mind, it just caught me off guard."

George gives a Cheshire grin, "C'mon, we've been friends forever, friends hold hands."

Sapnap nodded, "Yeah, I guess that they do," That was his chance and he fucked it up, "If you wanna make a bouquet have at 'er, mi casa su casa."

"Maybe in a bit," George said, "I still haven't given you the second bouquet I made."

"But you already passed man," Sapnap said, George nodded.

"Still, this one is more or less a gift," He turned to head back to the gate as he spoke, "I'll be back in a second, I promise."

Sapnap gives a weak wave to his friend before turning to his garden, he should move into different flowers. He should get exotic ones, he could do all sorts of things to his garden, but he chooses against it because what he has now sells. He reaches for the series of imperfect flowers and grabs his twine, there's more than enough to make a full bouquet, but they're too flawed. He arranges them until it feels comfortable with how they balance and line up before tying the string around the stems.

He places it back down on the bench before turning around, he's greeted with George.

"Christ that was fast," Sapnap muttered under his breath.

"I did say I'd be back in a second," George said before pulling a cluster of flowers from behind his back, "I made this one for you."

"For the test right?" Sapnap asked, George shook his head.

"No, for you," George echoed his words, trying to drill it into Sapnaps head, he nodded absently as he looked at the flowers.

It mostly consisted of carnations, a mixture of colors, but mostly red or pink hues. There were sprigs of cherry tree blossoms mixed into it to balance the blend. Calla Lilies, Ranunculus, even Orchids are all mismatched in the bouquet. It's balanced nicely, it sits heavy in his hands, the stems are cut to be around the same length. The craft is well done, the flowers look nice together, but it's come to the point where he can't remember all the meanings without looking them up. He's sure that they don't have much of a deeper meaning at that, George isn't a botanist (yet at least).

But what stands out the most are the tulips.

"Thanks," Sapnap wasn't sure what else to choke out, "It looks really pretty."

"Do you remember the meanings?" George asked hesitantly, Sapnap shook his head. He took a shaky breath, "Want me to list them off for you?"

"Sure," Sapnap said, "Start with the Freesia."

"Trust, complete trust, unfaltering and everlasting trust," George said. He gestured to the next set of blossoms, not even taking a moment to pause cause if he did he wouldn't continue, "The Ranunculi stand for charm, charm and attraction at that."

Sapnap opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is silence.

"The Calla Lilies are for beauty, they're distinct," George explained, he barely paused to breath, refusing to lift his gaze from the bouquet, "Orchids are also for beauty, but they double down with strength and elegance as well."

Sapnaps grip on the bouquet tightens a bit, he swears that the sting coming to his eyes aren't tears.

"Carnations are fascination and distinction, commitment joins what they stand for as well," George stated, this is it, last one, he goes all in and he might get sent home. But that's fine, he doesn't care, "And the Tulips, I was torn between Tulips and roses honestly, but I chose Tulips because they're more complex, like you," He takes a shaky breath before speaking again, "Their meaning comes from the Persian tale of Farhad and Shirin- two lovers who would rather die than be apart."

"I," Again, Sapnap is rendered speechless.

"At least that's what I read online, didn't bother verifying across the board," George got out quickly, "I probably should've thou-!"

The air is squeezed from his lungs as Sapnap pulls him into an impossibly tight hug, head buried in Georges shoulder. He's shaking a little bit, tears soak into the fabric of Georges shirt and blunted nails with dirt and greenery stuck under them dig into his back. The bouquet is dropped, he didn't mean too, but he can't bother to pick it up again either way.

"I love you,"

The words come out choked and strangled, but raw, so fucking raw and desperate for relief. A hundred worries tie them down and the strings are snapping as the flowers sink in. As that flurry of petals and meaning swirl around in Sapnaps head and alleviate everything that was weighing him down.

George places a kiss on his forehead, and then another, and then another, a bit lower this time. He's smiling, covering Sapnap in kisses in a garden of flowers on a whim and he's smiling. Hands run up Sapnaps side, lifting his head a bit as he trails closer and closer until they're actually kissing. It's like fire, and it's everything Sapnap wants and needs, it's perfect even though it really isn't and George doesn't seem to care either.

"I love you so fucking much,"

The words blur into each other, repeated by each it doesn't matter whose saying it because it's out there. It's true, it's happening, they're in love and now they know it goes both ways. They're a laughing mess, tears streak across Sapnaps face and Georges eyes are a bit glossy. Somewhere along the line they buckle to the ground, lost in a mess of grass and stray blossoms, grass stains and twigs don't dampen the mood. George takes Sapnaps face in his hands and leans down until their foreheads touch, Sapnaps hands rest on Georges waist.

"I love you," He speaks it quietly, euphoria floods into his voice at every edge.

"I love you too," Sapnap echoes back, tugging Georges form a little closer.

[roseywastaken]

just watched tommys vid and cried and i miss discduo so much im gonna ramble under the cut so that my late night parasocial thoughts arent potentially imposed on people ahahahahah

sometimes i wish that tommy would mature and apologize like THOROUGHLY apologize. and that they’d talk it out. but ik it depends if dream would forgive. and if he doesn’t and they dont become friends again then its ok.. it’s valid. like that was supposed to be your friend and then he makes fun of a situation that endangered you and even if i think he could’ve regretted it, instead of saying sorry he just doubled down. when The Video happened it was so heartbreaking to see how quickly he doubled down. like he fatshamed dream in that same month im pretyy sure and it just makes me think of his reaction to the face reveal and tommy sayign he’s handsome im gonna bawl my eyes out like that was a genuine friendship idc what people say idc if they think “oh it was never genuine it was just for clout” bc i really dont think so. it was a special genuine friendship that got ruined bc of a dumb joke and the refusal to show remorse and accountability. anyway even if they dont become friends again i wish tommy would at least get away from this rabbit hole of edgy and offensive humor and sincerely apologize to the public. might be unlikely but nothing is impossible yk. like we literally discduo crumbs and sapnap and tomym crumbs (idk their duo name, pyroduo???) in the year 2024 AHAHAHAHHA

But i do get what some ppl are saying abt how he’s probably doing this, speaking positive / neutral abt dream or dteam in general. bc dreams project is coming very Soon. i get that but the thought breaks my heart even more. sorry i am really in my feels right now… i dont really get the hate to his video though (“was the dsmp bad”) i think some people are being disingenuous or biased which uhh idk its their opinion but it really wasnt that bad. he wasnt dissing dsmp. not even dissing dream, more like the character only bc yk how their dynamic is in the lore. he even acknowledged that c!tommy was not a good person AHAHAHAH and yeah he did appear to be praising himself esp in the video essay parts but i think that is just lighthearted, like how the old tommy jokes around. i think it was a good honest reflection, kinda gives me some hope that he’s maturing but that might be because i really really miss dsmp i miss discduo and i feel very emotional lol. which makes me blind to the possible reality that he could just be switching up to be on dreams good side bc of his project. idk. :(

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Oh. Stars. Girl, I read the first two chapters of the big bang and I commented but—okay I’m trying to be more social, just bear with me—fifteen chapters prewritten of dream-centric au fic where there’s no Tommy and I get my angst? Where he’s not the villain? Sister, I could cry, this is perfect!!!

I love how you made Skeppy just so small! (I’m a sucker for size difference stuff!) And I want to hug Dream and hiss at George and Co. like a demented gargoyle (god I love that descriptor, demented gargoyle) because NO! That’s my GUY! He’s doing his BEST and you better be NICE mister! Or I’m coming for YOU!

I have subscribed and I probably won’t end up commenting much but this fic is shaping up to be something that I’m downloading the moment it’s finished so no matter what happens I can read it and enjoy it forever!

Eeeeeeee! Okay, some of my FAVOURITE pieces from the first two chapters;

“If you finish that sentence, I will stab you,” Ponk said pleasantly.

I get so much joy from bits like this; threat said sweetly or pleasantly or kindly or whatever. The sheer differnece between the threat and the way it’s spoken; also, when stuff like this is used to create humour, I also love that, but here it’s the idea of Ponk smiling with all his teeth and speaking very plainly and laying out what he’ll do and by all accounts he’s being nice but there’s that threat!!!

“Oh, bite me, Techno,” Sapnap snapped.

“Would rather not, thanks. Who knows where you’ve been?” 

The implication that Sapnap is like a stray dog who might have rabies is so fucking funny, and is absolutely something I can picture Technoblade saying. It’s just the perfect response to what Sapnap has said, and is perfectly in character! Also, right after this you mention that Skeppy is perched on Technoblade’s shoulder and UGH anything that reminds the reader of a size difference will have my heart. Always. (Look this isn’t a kink, I just really, really enjoy it, okay?)

Anyway, I WILL be reading all thirteen chapters the moment I see that they’re published, and while I can’t promise any more comments (I am scatteredbrained little bish) I just wanted you to know this fic is epic!

You say you're not good at commenting, but bro, this is the kind of feedback fic writers write for, no lie and no joke. ಥ﹏ಥ tysm for reading and taking the time to let me know how much you liked the story and what parts really stood out to you. <3 <3 <3

Dream needs many hugs, you are correct. He will need a great deal more by the time the story is over. U_U

Tiny Skeppys are the best Skeppys! This is fact. I am glad you agree. UvU

That part with Ponk was really fun to write, actually, glad you liked it!

c!Techno is a joy to write forever and always, mmhm. He provides most of this fic's comedic relief, it would probably get too bleak without him tbh. c!Orphan Trio are criminally underrated and deserve more moments together yessss.

Again, tysm for dropping by! <3 <3 I would of course love if you continued to drop me a line here and there as the fic goes on if you felt so inclined, but do not feel pressured. ^^d If you're worried about not writing a good enough comment, though, I can assure you that you're already doing a swell job. :D I want to print this out and hang it on my wall. *mwahs your forehead gently*

[kumezyzo]

enemies to lovers with bf!sapnap !

this turned out to be way longer than i had anticipated. and it didn't even really get to the lover part. but i can make a part 2 if people are really interested. streamer reader, btw. this is also incredibly long.

anyway, enjoy or dont :) m.list

you and sapnap met each other in a valorant lobby. you chose to play the sage, and sapnap just happened to be having a bad day. And it just so happened you were both streaming.

"sage, do your fucking job!" his voice sounded through your headset. his tone made you do a double take, snapping you out of your concentrated trance. you looked at your chat and then your camera in disbelief before you made your way over to his downed character.

"ask nicely, asshole," you mutter under your breath, not realizing you were unmuted.

"id ask nicely if you knew how to play the fucking game," he said, causing you to freeze for a moment. then you rolled youre eyes and healed him, praying for the round to be over soon.

when the round was over and you started talking about how rude that one guy was, your chat made it aware to you that he was also a streamer.

"sapnap?" you ask, looking at your chat with a bit of disgust. "he's a big streamer? that doesn't give him the right to be an ass."

you sigh as you open up a different tab and look him up. the first thing that shows up is a picture of his face, and you couldn't help but think he was a little cute. then you remembered his condescending voice and the attraction left.

"he plays minecraft, too?" you ask out loud to no one in particular. you clicked on the first minecraft video that came up and shared your screen with your stream.

you watched a few minutes of the video, skipping through it and making your own judgments on his content.

"notice how he only plays with men...."

that judgment being that he's a misogynist.

he looked you up as well, and he couldn't help but think you were attractive as well. but he couldn't find a flaw in you as quickly as you could in him.

"she sounds.... annoying..." he said as he watched you into your youtube video. half his chat agreed while the other noticed the glint in his eye as he watched you speak.

and as fate would have it, the first time you're in an mcc, you're also put on a team with sapnap. when you see the roster, you think the name sounds familiar. that is before you realize who he was and how much you were going to hate your first mcc.

when your team started training, you tried to avoid talking to him. but it was hard when the game was built on communication.

he would be nice to everyone else, encouraging them and giving them advice, but then a complete ass to you. he refused to call you anything but "sage" and only criticized you.

and as much as you wanted to be civil with him, you simply couldn't. so you started taking small little jabs at him. and from then on, it was constant bickering that your two other teammates didn't bother to keep up with. and some days, you couldn't either.

"sapnap, get your shit together," you say tiredly.

"shut the fuck up, sage," he shoots back quickly. you roll your eyes and sigh, debating whether or not to just leave the call, turn off your pc, and go to bed.

your chats thought it was hilarious. as hostile as it felt some times, you found yourself making jokes that even made him laugh. the clips of you two laughing with each other were few but cherished within both your fandoms.

then it so happened that you two saw each other at Twitch Con. people lost their minds seeing you two greet each other stiffly. and a clip started to circulate. an angle of you meeting the dream team, but saps face very clear in the video.

his eyes raked up and down your body when he stepped back to let you hug dream and george, the glint in his eye returning. then his face turned annoyed as you smiled at his best friends. it was a strong contrast to how you gave him a tight-lipped smile and waved at him awkwardly.

afterward, dream (being the hospitable human he is) invited you out to dinner with them. you couldn't refuse, although the idea of sapnap being there made your blood boil. but you sucked it up and went to have fun with your new friends.

when the pictures were posted, people couldn't help but notice how you and sap sat on either side of dream. it looked like two fighting toddlers being separated by their mother. and it didn't help that dream tweeted it with the caption 'making sure the kids aren't fighting 🥰" people make it a thing that dnf are the parent and you two are the children.

thankfully, you two got along that night, something shifted from completely unable to stand one another to less insulting banter.

"thank you," you said to the waiter as the set down your drink. you smiled at them right before they walked away.

"thank you," he mocked once the waiter walked away. you leaned forward and glared at him.

"im sorry, do my manners bother you?" you asked, trying to fight the disgust on your face.

"when you sound like a bitch, yea," he said, looking down at the menu again.

to

"so, sapnap," you emphasize his streamer name. "what is it with you only having male friends?"

"what is it with you not knowing how to heal people, sage?"

"you really dont have manners, huh?" you said, shaking your head at him. "usually, you say someones name when referring to them."

"not when they can't play valorant."

to

"dont post that," you said fearfully once you see the flash go off. sapnap looked at you with a mischievous glint. you were mid bite when he decided to take a picture.

"or what, sage?" he challenged, narrowing his eyes at you.

people then started noticing how you two were interacting more but also weren't as hostile as before. instead of rolling your eyes or grimacing when something is said about sapnap, you listen intently. you had become good friends with dream and george. you found that hearing stories of the three of them made you warm up to sapnap.

he didn't seem as rude as he was when you first met. and that original attraction was finding its way back to you. it was almost embarrassing to admit that his face wasn't too hard to look at anymore. you found yourself even admiring him at times. and it scared you.

he started seeing you in a similar way. he always thought you were pretty. he never denied that. but now it was easier to admit. he had warmed up to you. he wasn't sure you'd agree, but he might even go as far as to consider you a friend. a mutual one at the very least. and that could be seen in the ways he defended you.

"you know yn, right?" a man said to sapnap through his headset. he was invited to do a podcast. and now, the topic of conversation has switched to you.

"yea, what about her?" he asked, confused as to where the conversation may go.

"i mean, you've seen it first hand. shes kinda annoying," the host said. sap furrowed his eyebrows as he continued. "she acts like such a bitch. jesus christ, i saw a guy donate her like a hundred bucks and just shut him down."

"shes a bitch cause she didnt wanna date some guy in her chat?" he asked slowly.

"he wasnt just some guy, he dm'd her like six times and she just kept saying no. didnt even give him a chance, man," the host said, shaking his head in disappointment. "sucks man. she was kinda bad too."

even though that episode never aired, sapnap still told his best friends about it. and they obviously had something to say.

"nick, i thought you hated her," dream said, confused.

"im not gonna let someone say that shit about her," he said nonchalantly.

"why, cause only you can?" dream joked. sapnap rolled his eyes. "i also just dont get why you're such a dick around her. you obviously like her, so why-"

"i dont like her," sapnap cut him off. he shook his head as dream deadpanned.

"okay, well, like her or not," dream sighed. "shes cool. hang out with her. then maybe you'd actually make some progress with her."

and then you did hang out. in minecraft obviously. but you made a series out of it. you two named it "minecraft for dummies". it was just a series where you two tried to work together in a minecraft world.

it was built on you challanges your viewers would request every week. the clips that came out of it ranged from you two being wholesome to your mics crackling rom yelling at eachother.

"can you make my bed orange?" he asked you as he got more wood to finish the third level of your shared house.

"yea, i got'chu," you said with a giggle as you crafted the bed.

to

"DID YOU JUST KILL MY WOLF???"

"IT WAS GOING TO KILL ME!"

"SAGE, I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU-"

"WAIT!!! IM ON FOUR HEARTS-"

and as a result of this series, sapnap started calling you by your name on occasion. it was rare and the first time it happened, it through you through a loop. then it kept happening. and it shocked everyone else as much as it did you.

"yn, stop putting this-"

"what did you just call me?"

him calling you by your name, even if its every once in a while, and found yourself smiling at the way it rolls off his tongue. it was just comfortable. both of you denying there were any feelings between you two was alright. it just was.

i gave up towards the end if you couldnt tell. but i really hope you enjoyed. -nony

[bleue-flora]

Update: I read some of stello’s analysis and would like to add a fourth reason that I have also seen other places too - lore inaccuracy. If people use things as support of their claim that either didn’t happen, didn’t happen as they said, or is missing context, of course it would be convincing. And if you can’t remember the facts or didn’t watch the lore then that can lead to believing the narrative the characters’ tell you instead of the actual canon. And I say that not to call stello or anyone else out. I’m genuinely not trying to bash or accuse anyone of anything. I’m just saying that no wonder people might think Dream is obsessed with Tommy if they are not basing it off the actual canonical truth.

Some examples (I’ve seen from stello’s analysis and others) of lore inaccuracy include, but are not limited to, the following:

Believing that Sapnap heard the Spirit speech and that is why he leaves when in actuality Tommy and Quackity specifically tell him about it and he believes them. - And as always I would like to add that Dream made that speech to his enemies directly after they burned down his friend’s house and used Spirit to blackmail him. Seems like a pretty reasonable time to scream about how you don’t have any attachments for them to hurt in order to hurt you…

Believing that Dream in anyway framed Tommy for Exile and that Exile was an unreasonable and unheard of thing to do, as punishing people for griefing and stealing never happened before, as if it was seen as okay, when this is not true. People have always been upset about griefing and it has always been seen as a no no, just because people did it doesn’t make it okay or mean there weren’t repercussions. The difference however, is whether - a) it was uncalled for and b) they made amends/made efforts to stop, something Tommy did not do. Killing people and taking their items when they have wronged another player had been common place [clip]- look no further than Tubbo demanding to have Tommy’s discs after he burned down his house and killed his bee [post] and Tubbo also suggests getting Dream to ban him [clip]. So losing items and dying isn’t new the only difference is they can’t really just kill like the olden days. Even exile wasn’t a new punishment as in Tommy’s first stream he did just that [post]. Only this time Dream came to make sure he didn’t just disobey and return. Plus, politically speaking the vice president of a nation committed arson against the king, and like wars have started over less so for him to take things to more extremes isn’t the most unreasonable, especially since the original agreement was just like don’t steal, don’t grief, don’t cuss people out and call people names…etc - basically don’t be a dick for two weeks, which Tommy refused and turned to blackmail instead.

Believing that Dream actually came back during the finale because Tommy said he’d kill himself when - a) Dream has the revive book and can just bring him back and b) he literally comes back before Tommy makes that threat [post].

Believing that he was interested and begging Tommy to visit him in prison because he’s obsessed with Tommy, not because he had been in prison for already 32 days (more than the 11 days of Exile btw), in which time we know he was so lonely as he was throwing his clocks into the lava just to get Sam to stop by. In that month, he only has 4 visits from people, meaning a lot of time spent in isolation and he even asks Badboyhalo when he comes to get George and Sapnap to come visit. He gives them notes of - thanks for visiting - because he’s grateful to have visitors and human contact whether from a pissed off Sam or his enemy Tommy who just berates him the whole time. He’s scared in that stream when Tommy says it’s his last time because Tommy is one of the only 4 people to come in a month and he’s saying he’s Never coming back, making Dream’s likely visitors, likely human contact that much lower.

Believing that Dream was specifically targeting Tommy right after the prison break, when it was Tommy who came to exile seeking him out. The reason he went from Punz’s meetup to exile was to get the Axe of Peace (the weapon he was killed with btw) isn’t about being obsessed with Tommy or that’s it’s more priority than his armor at Snowchester, it is just simply closer. Like a pit stop on his way to get the armor. There isn’t really any reason to think he went there knowing Tommy would come. And yea after Tommy started rallying forces together to take down Dream and fortify Tubbo’s house and stuff, of course Dream would want to keep him off his back by scaring him with a creepy disc in his basement.

Believing that Tommy didn’t start the Disc Saga when he and Sapnap jumped Dream when he logged on [post] when he wasn’t even involved in the war, and Tommy specifically chases after him when he has nothing and just respawned to kill him [clip]. Then they refuse to give back his stuff afterward and continue killing people like Ponk and Alyssa despite being asked to stop. After Punz kills Tommy to get Dream’s stuff back, and they reclaim all their stuff, Dream even gives back Tommy’s and Sapnap’s stuff. But it doesn’t stop there because Tommy keeps killing people and doesn’t stop when asked, so Dream takes his discs to force him to stop. Sapnap ends up recovering one of the discs which Tommy hides in a cave, and as Dream tries to find it, Tubbo, Sapnap and Tommy team up to kill him again and get back the other disc which Tommy proceeds to hide it in his yard. Sooo killing someone multiple times and rubbing it in their face and refusing to give back their stuff, pushing him to the point of taking the discs to make it stop, pretty sure constitutes as starting the Disc Saga… and if nothing else he is fairly responsible for how it escalated. And the reason Dream focused on Tommy is because Tommy showed no signs of stopping versus the others who did, so he had to take further action against Tommy and get the discs.

And if that war alone doesn’t highlight Tommy’s provoking, aggressive and unwelcome behavior towards Dream enough then I don’t know what will, but that isn’t the only time something like that happens either. In a different incident involving a trap with Fundy, Purpled, Tommy and Dream, Tommy refuses to give Dream’s stuff back and Dream retaliates [clip]. Tommy also takes his stuff after hitting him with the mine cart… etc etc So I’m pretty sure it isn’t Dream who starts the wars and conflict between him and clingyduo.

And the fact that Wilbur and Techno also blow up L’manberg for reasons not involving Tommy, Las Nevadas doesn’t involve Tommy, Kinoko doesn’t involve Tommy, Mexican L’manberg doesn’t and all theses other characters and stuff happens that don’t involve just clingyduo and Dream shows that the story isn’t about “Tommy and Tubbo versus Dream” and has never been, even if Tommy thinks it is.

And like if we’re believing Dream in the disc confrontation and his nonsensical monologue when he says he needs Tommy because Tommy is the key to attachments and yada yada, then we should also believe him when he says he didn’t even build the prison for Tommy originally [clip]. And I’m pretty sure if he was obsessed - if Tommy was enemy number 1, always on his mind, representing the threat to his “happy family” then I think he’d build that prison specifically to lock Tommy up so he can’t be a threat anyone. But instead in the same monologue he talks about how important Tommy is, he says to Tommy’s face that the prison wasn’t meant originally for him. And if we are going to take the other things he says in that confrontation as true then that should to be taken too…

So what if he destroyed the yard for the discs, So what if he lived in his walls and followed him around - I mean if Tommy is a child who’s too young to know the difference between right and wrong and face the consequences, then doesn’t that just make Dream a baby monitor…

why do people think cdream was obsessed with ctommy like i read stellos analysis on it and its well written and nice but they fail to take into account that cdream has a persona and 90 percent of the time is not telling the truth

Ummm well many reasons actually. Ones I’ve talked about a bit before, but basically I think it actually comes down to Tommy himself for a few reasons.

a) Firstly, I think because Tommy believes it, it’s hard for us not to believe it. In other words, by watching his stream, being in his head, that perception is ingrained into the lore itself so we are more inclined to believe it, simply because the character we are watching through does. This is true not just for Tommy but other characters as well and it makes sense, we are seeing things for the first time through their eyes - how could it not taint our view? This is also not helped by the fact that Dream leans into Tommy’s expectations. In multiple scenes we see him bring to life Tommy’s world view, giving him and us more inclination to take it at face value. Like Dream becomes who Tommy thinks he is so it makes it really convincing from Tommy’s head to not believe it.

b) Secondly, in many ways Dream is obsessed with Tommy. Sure not in the way Tommy thinks - like him constantly trying to kill him and take his discs and yada yada… but he tears up Tommy’s whole yard for Tommy’s discs, he fights wars for the discs against Tommy, and in some ways that is Tommy obsessing over Dream forcing Dream to engage. The problem I think is not so much that Dream is really obsessed with Tommy but that he’s obsessed with keeping his “big happy family” and Tommy continues to threaten that and be the center of chaos and conflict, there by making him a priority for Dream. And it doesn’t help that Tommy is also the very center of Dream’s hurt, and beginning and end of his downfall.

c) Lastly, and I think probably most notably, I kinda touched upon this already, but because Tommy is obsessed with Dream, he forces Dream to constantly be involved with him, making it look like a focus/obsession/priority when Dream really may be just trying to defend himself, defend his friends, get back his stuff… etc. Dream can’t not be involved with Tommy because just like the finale Tommy inserts himself right at Dream’s throat again.

So is Dream obsessed with Tommy? Or is he obsessed with getting to live his life, something Tommy continues to make impossible?

And yea the fact alone that Spirit, Mars, and Bekerson existed before Tommy and that Dream built a prison but plans on putting Skeppy in a little cage, should be enough to highlight that Dream is talking nonsense in the disc confrontation about Tommy being the key and him needing Tommy alive and yada yada… like it should be enough to showcase that maybe he isn’t really obsessed with Tommy like he depicts. But perhaps it’s much easier to believe that narrative than the one that Dream is actually a relatively sane person who’s just lying (like he’s accused to be lol - “All you do is lie, Dream…”). It’s a less messy reality then the what ifs and considerations and dissecting needed to find the actual truth. And who doesn’t want to just do the things that are easier?…

[honeyblockm]

me and at least five other people on here (that i've seen): if no apocalypse on the dsmp then i will simply create it myself

anyways there is no title for this but the premise is eggnap and tfw you and your fiance (the one that hates you) have your other fiance locked up in the amongus bunker so he won't hurt anyone or run back to the egg while you guys desperately try to heal him of being possessed by the egg. also the world ended lol. except karl's not in this one he is out gathering resources n stuff during this scene.

I have a few thoughts on how the egg functions. as an entity. i didn't edit anything if anything looks weird just look away shhhhhh

: : :

“Quackity.” Sapnap’s voice echoes in the tiny corridor of the bunker. “Quackiteee.”

The way he says the name is still the same-- careful, warm, the syllables held the way he might cup a firefly in his hands --even if his intonation has dampened, more and more of his words twisted into something angrier. Crueler. Quackity tries not to let that ache. He’s had a lot of practice these past weeks, but he’s found it doesn’t make it easier.

“What? No words for your dear fiance?”

Quackity’s hand drops to one of the potion bottles strapped to his belt. Weakness, holy water. Weakness first-- unpleasant as it might be, it won’t hurt the way the water does. 

“You’re not Sapnap.”

“What?” Sapnap laughs. “What, man? I mean, it’s not like I got zombified or anything. It’s still me. Just a little redder.”

Quackity turns to look at him: the messy locks that have fallen out of his buns, red veins reaching up his cheeks, curling over the healed shadow of the scrapes he’d gotten in Quackity and Karl’s attempts to fight him off or subdue him. Sapnap’s moved from the back wall to the iron bars in the front, pressing his face against the metal and grinning wide enough to show his sharpened canines. The same ones he brings a finger up to poke at now.

“And the teeth, I guess, but I bet you think they’re hot.”

“I do not think the teeth are hot.”

“You totally do.”

“Did you think I would just-- just-- I know who I got engaged to.” Quackity nearly falters. Does he? “It’s not you. You’re not him.” Quackity drops down until he’s face to face with Sapnap. “And whatever the hell you are, I’m going to drag you out of there and make you wish you never touched him.” 

Sapnap scoffs. “You really don’t know anything about the Crimson, do you?”

“You tried to kill me.”

“I wasn’t going to kill you! Was just gonna take you to the Egg, I mean it’s not an egg anymore, but then you’d be with me! Instead of sitting around in this basement all grumpy and fighting with Karl.” 

“Oh, that’s so much better, isn’t it? Just let myself get fucked over by some creepy.. Plant thing.” 

“C’mere.” Sapnap sticks a hand out through the bars, motioning for Quackity to come closer. Against his better judgment, Quackity does, and Sapnap reaches as far as he can to just trace his fingertips over his cheek. “It’d make you happy.”

“Are you happy?” Quackity asks. Sapnap draws circles over the skin under his eyes, featherlight. He’s tempted to close them.

“I mean, I’ve just spent more time in a room with you than I have in months.”

“Sapnap.”

The man in question shifts, like he could physically press any closer than he already has. His hands stall, sliding down Quackity’s face. “You know the Egg-- Crimson, whatever --asks you to let it in? To actually join it, you have to say yes. You have to make that choice.”

“Why?” 

Sapnap shrugs. “Even now, I can sort of feel it settled inside me. It’s the same as the vines in the trophy room, as the mushrooms finding a way to grow out of the sand above us. I don’t think you can take it out of me, Q. It tells you it can give you what you’re craving for, and it’s right.” 

He turns his gaze back to Quackity, offering him a smile smaller than the rest. Sapnap’s eyes are still the same color as the day he really noticed them for the first time, cool and dark. Quackity lets him guide his face closer, until Sapnap can cup it in his hands. It's the perfect distance for getting his face bitten off, or grabbed and bashed against the walls, but Quackity doesn’t pull away. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long.

“I was alone, and now I’m not. But no, I’m not happy. Not until you and Karl are too. You know that, yeah?”

Quackity can’t nod, can’t bring himself to push past the dam that’s formed in his throat or the rapidly unspooling knot of grief that’s appeared in his chest so suddenly. 

Perhaps Sapnap’s already found the answer he’s looking for, though, because he tugs gently on Quackity’s jaw. Quackity lets himself get pulled forward until there’s nothing separating the two of them, not even the iron bars that Sapnap has stubbornly jammed his face through. A brighter time and Quackity might have laughed at him for how silly he looks, and Karl would join him, and then they’d get rid of the bars because they didn’t need them. 

Instead Sapnap presses a kiss to his nose and Quackity realizes they are well and truly fucked, the way you resign yourself to all the blood and death halfway through a horror movie, dread and fear and hope all at once.

“We’ll fix this.” He looks away to hide his tears. “We will.”

[sketchehm]

The mafia AU are hybrids/creatures like their cubes? /genq

Anyway I have had this idea that the Dream mafia use masks figuratively as you have mentioned before, porcelain faces, expressionless, almost terrifying, while the team mafia use literal masks not only for their safety and privacy, if not as a way to recognize each other easily (in addition to the fact that Don Rich wears a skull mask and does not reveal any part of his face) Farfadox wears a balaclava that only reveals his bright blue eyes, Spreen wears sunglasses + a hat with bear ears, Conter wears a rabbit mask (below he wears a balaclava) Shadoune wears a mask that simulates the faces of his skin "]" Goncho wears a balaclava (similar to his skin) Crisgreen a horse mask (literally the head of a pony that they somehow dyed green, although he mostly wears a balaclava too) Amilcar who wears a mask, Vandal who also uses a mask similar to Shadoune's, Serpias a cat mask, etc (idk they would use Pirutastic/Different/Rubik)

Also for the creation of the mafia, I think that previously Richmc, Shadoune, Farfadox, Conterstine, Crisgreen, Amilcar and Vandal were in a kind of gang when they were younger, until it was dissolved due to certain issues, a few years later, Richmc creates a mafia where he calls his old colleagues :) (Or I also thought that previously the Mafia was called Mafia 51, until people started calling them just Mafia and that made them laugh so they changed their name to just mafia LMAO)

I think Spreen is mainly in charge of the sale and production of substances + casinos, he is the one who spends the most time in the public eye, he lived in a lower middle class family until Spreen met Conterstine in an alley when they were teenagers (13 and 16 years respectively) who took him to the mafia, Spreen's parents believe he is dead

Shadoune is mainly in charge of deals + export to European countries and its connection with them, the mafia started in Argentina, it spread to Spain through RichMC, to Uruguay with the help of Different, to Mexico through Conterstine, and Shadoune was the one who connected with Dream's mafia and makes most of the deals with foreigners who do not speak Spanish (his family does not know that he is a mafia member, he is simply talking on the phone in French with his mother while his companions they discuss things in Spanish and his family doesn't know anything LMAO)

Serpias was born in a brothel, his mother was a sex worker who died of an overdose, after that he voluntarily joined the mafia since he had seen them before, currently he is in charge of most brothels, bars, and more from the underworld, he is VERY impulsive

Also RichMC that every December takes a day leaving things to his right hand (Farfadox), the most recent members don't know where he is going and when they ask the oldest ones they just laugh and say that RichMC is a man with many obligations beyond the mafia (actually he has a tradition of playing bingo with his friends Killercrepper, Kaumaro and Tonacho and when he doesn't go they get angry and spam him until he responds)

I don't know much about mafias but I think that obviously RichMC is the don, then he is followed by Farfadox who is the right hand, Shadoune, Vandal, Crisgreen and Rubik, then Amilcar, Conterstine and Spreen, and then Goncho, Different, Pirutastic, Serpias and Sapnap :)

*Playing bingo* Killercrepper: Hey...your new member, Sapnap?...he's super loud and annoying, when you and I were talking I could hear his screams from there to here RichMc: well, that's what you said about Farfadox... about vandal, about Amilcar, about crisgreen, about rubik... Killercrepper: yes....But they are the exception...you know?

(Idk this is a lot of random ideas I've had over the course of the day about mafia AU)

HI!! I LOVE YOUR DRAWING SOOO MUCH!!

To answer your question though…I don’t know….?

SO this is something I thought about a lot cause I just didn’t know how to imagine all of them. I AM leaning towards them being more Human:™: but again, I’m not really /sure/. I’m kind of intimidated by adding the fantasy of hybrids cause I feel like I’ll forget something important TwT So for now, they’re mainly human…?

FOR THE MASKS. AMAZING.

But! I was thinking of something more elegant than ski masks for Team Mafia. They feel too prestigious to wear something like that, especially since ski masks makes me think of lower level crime pfft Not that I don’t think they’re above robbing a bank here and there for fun, they just do it with more class hehe

Though I was thinking maybe only the Dons wearing masks? That’s just the tradition! Since Dream has his Smiley porcelain mask and ElRich with his Skull helmet(?)

But I fucking love their masks having a sort of relevance to their mc skins!! Maybe at more formal events where Whole mafia families are meeting up, they all wear masks representing their families. Less for privacy and more being able to recognize each other like you say :0!!

The Way Team Mafia gets started themselves is also something I had floating in the air, but in my head, ElRich was born into the Mafia along with Farfa, the rest they kinda just picked up along the way hehe. But mixing your idea with what I had in mind, Rich just being some kid heir to the family but still having fun with the local street urchins heh The guys creating their own gang, just trying to survive, but unable to maintain it for whatever reason. Farfa being able to recruit them all into the family slowly. Once Rich finally takes over he’s able to make everyone higher in status, closer to him.

Now, here was something else I was struggling to figure out that you’ve brought up, whether this takes place in a real world setting or some made up city. For a lot of it, this was just in some really large city I was thinking of and didn’t really have any specific in mind. But the idea of this maybe being a world wide thing makes /sense/ but I think is out of my scope….So for now, I think it all takes place in some made up city that I have no real vision of either pfft BUT!! The roles and what each member takes care of, I am using that hehe

ElRich rarely going out on personal business and when he announces he’s taking his annual trip in a week, it strikes interest in Sapnap pfft He is begging everyone and asking where he’s going. (This is intel for Dream obviously! Not because he’s super curious and gets nervy every time ElRich moves nope not at all…(also Sapnap hating the idea of his Don leaving))

Most of the members don’t know either and it leads to a silly adventure of them trying to figure out what their Don plans to do. They come up with a whole bunch of conspiracies. Farfa refuses to tell the, it MUST be super top secret!!

Sapnap finally nervously approaching his Don…fidgeting with his shirt…asking in his broken spanish if he’s going to be gone for a long time….Sapnap knows he’s not allowed to know what ElRich is doing, he knows he’s too new for that info….but maybe he can call…so Sapnap knows everything is fine……..

Farfadox is standing at the doorway, looking at Rich, grinning. Sapnap looking extra pathetic trying to be extra polite with his first request to his new Don…..

He’s sighs, “Nunca puedo tener un vacación…..” and he’s pulling out his phone and calling someone.

Farfa is laughing and made Sapnap jump, when did he get here?

ElRIch is taking on the phone, saying stuff Sapnap doesn’t understand….until Farfa is next to him, whispering that ElRich is staying now.

“My fault….? :(?”

“No no no, ah, like, work from home. You still need to learn more from your Don. We are going to have people visit now.”

!!! All Sapnap knows is ElRich is staying. For /him/. He needs to tell /everyone/!!!

He’s running and yelling out the door, screaming “CHICOS, GUYS GUYS!” Hearing the stomping going down the hall. Farfa is quietly laughing while ElRich is just passively hearing Killercreeper asking who the heck is that. In before they hear the stomping coming back and Sapnap out of breath at the doorway, screams “GRACIS!!!” And then running back out screaming for Conter and Shadoune and Serpias and everyone else.

“Y??”

“Tengo un nuevo cachorro, se pone nervioso todavía…”

It’s just the biggest fucking sigh on the other end of the call.

[modelbus]

Ayup! This is the anon who requested the CC!Dream x Gn!reader with academic rivals to lovers and accidental confession. I just realized I didn't congratulate you on your 500 when I requested and I feel really bad about it. so... Congratulations on the 500!!! 🎉🎉🎉 You deserve this and so much more :]

Don’t feel bad! Just sending a request for the event is like congratulating me, but thank you! I wasn't sure if you meant the reader confessing or Dream, but I picked Dream!

Pairing: CC!Dream x Gn!Reader

Academic Rivals To Lovers - Accidental Confession

It was a rare sight for you to be at a party, but school was out for winter break, and you needed it. Already several people had made jokes about you leaving your “studying cave” to join them. Mildly annoying, yes, but at least you were socializing with your peers.

The party was made so much worse by the fact that Dream also had emerged from his “study cave,” though. How unlucky were you? Apparently, very.

Since day one, you and Dream had a rivalry. When your shared math teacher declared you both had tied for the best score on the test, it could only get worse from there. You were determined to be the best for college. He was determined to be the best for the ego boost.

It wasn’t just a thing between you guys, either. Everyone knew. The number of bets you’ve seen on who the valedictorian will be was ridiculous. Hell, even the teachers were in on it!

“Are you going to talk to him?” Your friend Niki asks, motioning to Dream.

“And ruin my night? Are you kidding?” You laugh. “Not a chance.”

"You two..." She sighs. "You have to admit he does look nicer when he isn't in school. You do too."

That, you couldn't deny. In a plain white T-shirt and black jeans, Dream looked better than nice. He looked good. But you were strictly rivals. The three-day crush you had on him back in Freshmen year was long gone. That was before you realized he was your competitor.

"Don't expect to see it often." You joke, raising your drink to your mouth. It's not alcohol, you couldn't risk the hangover. Instead, it's fruit punch.

"If this is the only night you're going to enjoy high school, then let's give you the full experience." Niki takes the drink from your hand, placing it on the windowsill behind you. "Starting with talking to people."

"Oh no, talking to people!" You sarcastically gasp, feigning horror.

"Yes, yes, I know."

She starts to march you in the direction of Dream, and your horror begins to turn real. Niki wouldn't make you talk to Dream tonight, would she?

"Niki-" You start, but it's too late.

"Hey guys!" Niki exclaims, smiling at Dream and his friends.

Maybe it's stupid, but you know both of their names despite barely talking to either. You probably knew more about Dream than was considered healthy, but it was all learned against your will. For example, you knew he spoke Latin after a debate club incident. Who the hell speaks Latin for fun?

"Hey!" Sapnap greets. "We were just talking about you two!"

"Good things?" Niki asks.

Sapnap opens his mouth to answer, but Dream beats him to it.

"About you, maybe."

So they were talking shit about you. Great.

"He's kidding." George smoothly interjects. "We were talking about how nice it is to finally see the two recluses at a party."

"For the record, I'm not a recluse." You protest, careful not to defend Dream in your statement.

"I just took fruit punch from you." Niki deadpans.

Dream laughs, holding his solo cup up to mock you. "At least I'm not drinking fruit punch."

"No, you're drinking 99% fruit punch and 1% alcohol instead." Sapnap corrects him, ducking out of reach when Dream sends a hand his way.

"Anyways, we were going to the dance floor and wanted to see if any of you wanted to come." Niki motions to the room next to the one you're in.

"We were?" You ask.

"Yup!"

"Hell yeah, let me find Karl and Quackity!" Sapnap immediately agrees, leaving to find the other two.

"I'm good." Dream takes a sip from his drink, eyes never leaving yours.

You hated him and his stupid green eyes and his stupid curls.

"Well, can't say I didn't try!"

With that, Niki drags you away to the next item on her party checklist: dancing. Although dancing isn't your strong suit, you manage to dance for long enough to lose her in the crowd of people and slip away.

Niki means well, but you were much happier just watching everyone and absorbing your surroundings. That's where the fun was really at. If you were dancing, you'd be missing out on all the drama going down right in front of you.

Leaning against a wall, you let your eyes wander over the kids you've grown up with. You were quite good at being invisible before your rivalry with Dream, so you use those skills to your advantage now. Everyone else seems to look right past you.

Except, of course, the one person that always manages to find you.

"I guess the partying spirit didn't last long." Dream laughs, mimicking your pose next to you.

"What do you want?"

"What, I can't have a casual conversation?"

"Not with me, no."

He rolls his eyes. "Well, that's what I'm trying to do here. Have a casual conversation. With you."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? I don't fucking know. It's just interesting we both decided to come to the same party. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone overheard my plans at school."

The idea of you eavesdropping on him is so ridiculous you scoff.

"As if I'd waste my energy listening to you."

"Ouch." He laughs. "Way to hurt a guy."

"Thanks, I was trying."

Dream grins, going silent for a moment and looking away from you. You take the chance to observe him. Beyond what Niki had said about him looking nice, he looks more relaxed. Maybe there was something about school being toxic.

He starts to look back at you, so you quickly avert your eyes.

"It's interesting to see how dumb they all act, isn't it?" Dream asks. "Like, look at Foolish."

Looking at where he nods, you can see Foolish attempting to do a handstand in the middle of the dance floor, much to the amusement and support of onlookers.

"He's having fun." You laugh.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely."

Is this the first time you've agreed on something? Huh.

"Hey, this is the first time we've agreed on something." You voice. "Even if it is Foolish having fun."

"What? No way." He shakes his head.

"Yes! We're always at each other's throats!"

"No, I remember when you made that point about Romeo and Juliet in English class. Everyone thought I was going to say it was stupid, but I kept quiet because you were right."

You wrack your brain, trying to think of that moment. It's been a while since you've even thought of Romeo and Juliet, but the moment comes back to you.

"That was two years ago." You point out.

"Oh. Well, it still counts."

"No it doesn't."

"Why not?"

"Because it was two years ago! People change in two years!"

"This hasn't changed!" He motions between you two, raising his eyebrows.

"That's because we're rivals. Rivalries don't just change."

"Yes, they do." He stubbornly says, crossing his arms.

"Did you learn nothing from English class, ever?" You ask.

"No, because I already knew it all."

"Clearly not! People stay rivals until one of them wins. Let me put it into simple terms: superheroes and villains."

"That's so clearly different, it's not real life!"

You fully turn your body toward him now, looking up to meet his eyes. This party turned from fun into a debate with Dream. For some reason that doesn't mean it's ruined. If anything, you're enjoying this even more.

"We're real life!"

"We don't count!"

Both of your voices are raising, progressively getting louder and louder.

"And why the fuck not?!"

"Because I have a fucking crush on you!" He practically yells. The second the words are out of his mouth, his face drains of color. "I didn't mean to say that."

He... what?

All of your eloquence has left you. Every skill you've ever used to write essays that get you good grades has seemingly evaporated. For once, you just don't know how to respond.

"What?" You whisper, head spinning.

No. Everyone knew that you were rivals, that you two just didn't get along. Right?

"I didn't mean to say that." Dream repeats, looking more and more panicked as every second ticks by.

Once, you were both competing in a science fair. It spanned the entire school and was set up in the gym for judges to look at. You had stepped out for one second, just to go to the bathroom, and had run into Dream. The reason why you couldn't remember, but the two of you ended up getting into an argument.

When you returned to your project, it was destroyed. Dream's was set up right next to yours, and you were completely convinced he had done it despite being with you the entire time. But he had taken one look at your project and dropped his on the floor, destroying it himself.

At the time you had taken it as an example of his character. The fact he didn't want to beat you unless it was on fair ground. It pissed you off more than it would have if he had just won the stupid thing. But now?

Now you're thinking maybe that wasn't just an example of his character.

And now that you're thinking back on every memory you have of him, every time you've ever seen or spoken to him, it's all twisting in your mind. You can pull out certain conversations that were too out of character for your typically feisty rival, that you had passed off as flukes.

"You didn't mean to say that." You say slowly. "But you mean it?"

Dream hesitates, and you know him so well that you have the answer before he even speaks.

"Yeah. You weren't meant to find out like this. Or ever, really."

"How long?"

"Since we were Freshmen."

"Wha- that was four years ago!"

"Yeah." He rubs at the back of his neck sheepishly. "I guess it was."

Four years of you being utterly oblivious. While you planned his demise, he was crushing on you. Except, you weren't really planning his demise.

You were looking forward to every chance to speak with him, to every debate you've ever had with him. A part of you was so wrapped up in having a challenge that you never stopped to think about how you really felt toward Dream. Sure, you hated the idea he might get valedictorian. But Dream himself?

Holy shit.

"You're thinking something." Dream says carefully. "Listen, if this makes you uncomfortable-"

"Shut the fuck up." You breathe, running a hand through your hair. The world was caving in on you and settling into place at the same time.

"Okay." He nods, then proceeds to not shut the fuck up. "Is that a 'go away' shut the fuck up? Or an 'I need a moment to think' one?"

"For someone so goddamn smart, you're so goddamn dumb."

Before he has a chance to reply to that with another dumbass comment, you grab his shirt and kiss him. Hard.

He reacts in an instant, taking control of the kiss and pressing you against the wall to hide you behind him in case anyone looks at you two. When he finally pulls away, you're breathless.

"Fucking-" Dream pants, eyes wide. "I should've said something so much earlier if I knew that was going to happen."

"Stop talking and kiss me."

He grins. "I would, but unless you want to become the next big drama, I suggest we get out of here."

"Are you saying we should go somewhere alone?" You joke, raising your eyebrows. "Aren't you worried I'll eat you alive or something?"

"Oh, I'm counting on it, darling."

[lemon-mint-writes]

Remember when I said that. Yeah I'm still correct. *Kind of Love is a c!DreamTeam song. Please see below.

"Dear whoever wants to hear, losing you is my biggest fear, not sure how to speak about it" - all of the dteam don't want to lose each other but they suck at communicating and lost each other anyway. This is great for Dream’s pov as well if we believe his motivations were tied to restoring the server to how it was in the early days and getting his best friends back. Also the phrasing of "whoever wants to hear" bc Dream isn't sure who still cares anymore. Lots of his friends have dispersed or left him behind, Sapnap and George included.

"To whoever wants to know, all the places I would go, just to find a way around this" - again, Dream using the revive book and morally questionable, dark methods to work towards reuniting the server and getting his friends back.

"Total disconnection, I feel like throwing up, I look in my reflection, I see me growing up" - the clip that started it all and it STILL HOLDS UP I'LL TAKE MY APPLAUSE NOW THANK YOU. The dteam are growing apart from one another, Dream isolating himself from everyone (except Punz) so Sapnap and George have no idea what he's up to, Sapnap losing touch with Dream and George's lives, and George sleeping all of the time or escaping via XD makes him more distant as well. They can all look in the mirror and see new signs of ageing, new scars, new bruises, new eyebags, that shows the time they've spent away from each other. It makes them nauseous, to know they're still living, still changing, but not alongside each other anymore.

"Do you feel like me?" - all three of them hope the other two feel the same way, they hope the others miss them and want them to connect again, but none of them know for sure how the others feel.

"Even when you're far away, next to me is where you'll stay" - as they continue to move through each day separate from each other, they still carry each other in their thoughts, actions, and hearts. Not a day goes by where the dteam don't think about one another or have their missing pieces influence their actions.

"We have a different kind of love" - they're best friends for life, a bond stronger than blood, soulmates until the end of time. Their love is different, and no matter what happens, how far apart they are or how badly they mess up or even grow to hate and detest each other, there will always be love there. They will always love each other.

"Even when our skies are gray, tomorrow starts with yesterday" - there is upset between them, especially after Dream goes to prison, and yet they all still yearn for a way to start over. The best example is Sapnap and Dream facing off after Dream escapes, and neither of them move to hurt the other like they both pledged to. There's hurt, there's betrayal, there's grief, but there's still love and a desire to pick up from when they were last happy and on the same side, and not continue being enemies.

"Forever isn't far away, so I need you to hear me say, I still care about you" - forever could mean a lot of things. It could be death, a betrayal or hurt so deep there's no coming back from it, or even the server restarting. But regardless of their separate fates, they still care about each other, and need one another to know that.

"For the ones that need to see, I still love you endlessly, you don't ever have to doubt it" - none of them are good at saying it, with Dream focused on his own goals and Sapnap so hurt and closed off and George even more closed off and hiding in dreams and dangerous escapades with a deity, but they still love each other and nothing will change that. But none of them are certain the others know this, or even know themselves that they are still loved.

"From a place inside my heart, there's a light inside the dark" - there's so much darkness in all of their hearts, from the things they've done and the pain they've suffered, but their love for each other remains intact and a light through that darkness.

"And even if I'm in the wrong, I'll try and write it in this song" - there's plenty of blame to go around for whose fault it is for the disconnect between them. Did Sapnap not support Dream enough? Not reach out to George enough? Did Dream get too caught up in wars and power and chasing after something that's long gone? Was George too quick to give up on both of them and seek escape in sleep and XD? And yet, given the chance to start over, to tell each other how much they still care, they'd take it.

c!Dteam have a different kind of love <3

I've decided that, based on the 10 second clip we got, Dream's new song Total Disconnection is a c!DreamTeam song no I will not be taking questions bc it's very self-explanatory and anyone who disagrees with me is wrong.