#for all the sapnap lovers out there

[mahikamihan]

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🍊he comes along with you to the weekend farmer's market, steals a bite when you literally bought two fruits (just because he can) 🍎

🐇he doesn't like taking photos of himself, but he sends you grainy zoomed-in photos of cottontails he finds when he sits out the back porch with the dog before the sun sets ⛅

🛻he asks you to come along and go to car shows around state, (don't think about how you look forward to the travel: static-y country songs on the radio, long roads, and the cool autumn sunshine) 📻

[gg-selvish]

my honkity playlist is so good its only 4 songs but thats all they need

[fernlessbastard]

Quackity's a workaholic.

He would spend nights working instead of sleeping, but eventually, when Las Nevadas was developed enough to mostly run itself, that it isn't just work. He could never truly sleep, never wanted to fall asleep, scared of his own mind when not focused on something, only sometimes pushing himself to rest through alcohol or pure exhaustion.

Wilbur on the other hand never had issues falling asleep. It came to him naturally, or maybe it was the constant exhaustion (especially after revival). He could never really sleep though. He would fall asleep, but not rest, half conscious most of the time, or experiencing terrible nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Inspired by your recent art, Quackity would sometimes just stare at sleeping Wilbur. But, Wilbur would often stare at sleeping Quackity in the morning, admiring his lover when he's all soft and calm, and thinking of ways to surprise him with something nice when he wakes up. Maybe he should make him breakfast.

Ok so I love this cause I absolutely adore the "opposites attract" HCs with Q but it'd always be like "well they both definitely have sleep issues" but this is a way to have both and like that's a major slay

Three little hcs regarding their sleeping habits: 1. they both have a tendency to wake up when the other does, just automatically - they're just synchronised (most of the time at least one of them falls right back asleep tho); 2. Wilbur's weak sleep is significantly worse when Quackity's still working - like, he will finally come to bed and Wil's asleep but then Q sits down on the bed (quietly as fuck) and Wilbur's like "hey"; 3. they switch around their sleeping positions, but Wilbur absolutely loves being the small spoon - partly cause he's always cold, but mainly cause he wasn't held enough as a kid/hj

Aaaand in the spirit of the ask, a little headcanon that's tied up with this (plus more at the end):

Common one, but I'll elaborate - Quackity's warm, Wilbur's cold. So, of course Wilbur's cold after revival cause his body's kinda fucked up and all that. Quackity - for a normal human (or a normal animal hybrid I guess idk works with duck too) consistently has a pretty high body temperature. He prefers sleeping mostly undressed (maybe with shorts on but that's not a guarantee/lh), he usually has to unbutton his shirt a bit lower than standard (I mean he's also a whore but it's a 2 in 1 y'know), etc etc.

Now, with Schlatt that resulted in limited cuddling even in the honeymoon phase cause the other also had a higher body temperature, and they'd just end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

With Eret the relationship started with a generic, platonic, positive message ("you matter ♡ -Eret" which they gave out to people in general just as a nice gesture, but nothing romantic) and ended with Q alone at the altar, so it's probably safe to say that didn't really come up.

With Karl and Sapnap though his body temperature was both too much, and not enough - Sapnap, as a demon hybrid, was much warmer, so with him cuddling wasn't really the most comfortable long-term, and while Karl was slightly on the colder side, Quackity wasn't as warm as Sapnap, so Karl would mostly cling to the latter. They'd try to make it all "even", but the emotional and physical distance was still noticeable.

And then there's Wilbur.

In pogtopia they didn't really cuddle much, but whenever they touched shoulders or leaned against each other Quackity noticed that Wilbur would frequently lean in for just a second longer than normal. This came back 10x stronger after revival. With a lot of Wilbur's nerves and blood vessels fucked up, he's pretty cold most of the time. The first time they cuddle he absolutely sinks into the embrace, making a comment about how nicely warm the other is. Quackity doesn't expect it to hit him as hard as it does. He giggles, slightly flustered, and dismisses it as Wilbur just being colder. From then on it repeats, and soon enough Quackity returns the favour by unintentionally hitting Wilbur with something along the lines of "you're like, the perfect temperature". See, Wilbur's always been on the colder side. He'd hear comments about how cold his hands were - not to even mention post revival - and he never really thought much of it, until Quackity's comment just hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just felt so perfectly in place in Q's arms. They just form the perfect temperature equilibrium; not too warm, not too cold - just perfect.

Little bonus: Quackity starts occasionally taking a jacket or sth with him even though he doesn't need it but he knows Wilbur will probably get cold (and need a second jacket).

Another little bonus that connects this HC to a different one about Quackity having sensory issues. VERY tldr is that sometimes he just gets this intense physical discomfort in his limbs (AuADHD moment), and only way to lessen it is intense stretching, OOOORR using Wilbur as his personal ice bag. There'll be nights where Wilbur will try to move his foot cause "it's probably too cold and bothering Q" just for Quackity to "scold" him for moving it cause it was pressing perfectly into his calf and keeping him from losing his mind cause of sensory issues.

Also they both have food sensitivities, but Q's are more broad, and sometimes they'll spend hours arguing(/lovingly) over what to get on pizza, or when they go to a new food place sometimes Wilbur will just look at Quackity who's staring at the idk olives he accidentally ordered in his food (cause he didn't know the dish contained them) and he will just silently slide over his plate so that his boyfriend can peacefully pick all of them out and give them to Wilbur. When Wilbur encounters food sensitivities - say, in a restaurant - Quackity will go full Karen mode and make sure his boyfriend gets only the food he wants.

Continuing the topic of mental health, sometimes Wilbur will struggle with hygiene during depressive episodes, to which Quackity will either motivate him with showering together(/nsx), a shared bath, if he's doing worse, or in the worst case scenario he'll help him clean himself up with a damp cloth (no judgement, no comments even, just love and support)

[nikaizkool]

Kissing you after you were gone for a while 🤞🤞🤞🤞

• Dream

As soon as he sees you walk through the door he runs over to you wrapping his arms all over you, just sudden impact. It didn’t matter where he hugged he just wanted contact with his lover. His head would just stay where ever it landed until you moved, but even then he wouldn’t let go of you. Once he got his act together he’d be kissing all over your face leaving heated trails all over your face. On your forehead, cheeks, chin, ears, anywhere really. He’d pull away and ramble about how much he missed you.“Darling I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know what if so if you were gone any longer and I had to deal with nick alone.” He’d continue kissing you placing more pecks all over your face.

•George

I feel like he’d be nonchalant but also very fucking excited, if you walk up to him for a hug “no, you left me. You don’t love me. Nuh uh. Nope. Not a single hug coz you left me.” Jokingly ignores you but if you don’t do anything about it he’ll be overly clingy “what the hell. Literally come here the fuck are you doing.” He wraps his arms around your waist pulling/lifting you to the closest couch/bed trapping you in a bear hug with his arms and legs wrapped around you.

•Sapnap

Acts cool about it when George and Dream are there. “Hey Y/n I missed you.” But in private? Oh boy golden retriever mode “AHAGAGAG I MISSED YOU SO FUCKING MUCH AND I LOVE YOU THESE FUCKING IDIOTS ARE SO DUMB AND I CANT BELIEVE I MANAGED TO LIVE THAT LING WITHOUT YOU OMYGOSH” he’d cuddle you and nuzzle his head into your neck. He doesn’t care what he’s doing when you walk in, wether it’s streaming, on call, gaming he will stop rip off his headphones and pull you down into his lap and sit you there until you leave or he gets up (ofcourse with you still with him)

•Quackity

As soon as he hears the door open he drops everything (much like sapnap) streaming? “I’ll be right back chat.” On call? “I’ll be right back bbh” eating? He spits out his food and run. He’ll run up to you littering your face in little pecks (making sound effects too) ending it with a big smooch on your lips. Following you around everywhere you go, “need any help with that amor?”. When he streams he’ll nonstop talk about you. “My wife came home today, I missed her so much—chat chat chat no I’m not a simp— CHAT NO STOP— I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY WIFE MORE” while he’s arguing with chat your just sitting there in his lap with your head in his shoulder.

[lilywastaken]

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

⇝ARTIC COLD.

CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.

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

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

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

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You were used to travelling at this point.

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

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

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

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

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

But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"You look like a penguin."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, that's possible!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wh-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Truce?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he was deluded.

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

What?

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Great! Here, let me hel-"

"You can just share with me."

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

"That's fine, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it?"

"Yep."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In a non-platonic way."

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

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Oh."

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

"Please say somet-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit."

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

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

"Yes. Yes please."

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Tooth Rotting Fluff HCs - Dream x Reader

A/N This one is probably bad too but i'm tired

You and Dream would be cuddle on the couch, his back in the corner and you straddling (innocently) his thigh with your head rested on his chest as a movie played in the background.

He loves pressing his scruffy cheek against your neck, lightly scratching you as we presses soft kisses into your neck, against your cheek, temple, really anywhere he could.

He calls you 'my pretty girl' and 'my angel'

You call him 'my handsome guy' and 'lover boy'

Often times you'll just sit together and call each other pet names, playing with each others faces and granting each other all the physical affection you crave.

Very 'you're so cute, no you're so cute, no you, no you'

Sapnap get's annoyed and will verbally tell you

"You guys are gross get a fucking room"

George doesn't really say anything, think's it's kind of funny how annoyed Sapnap gets but he usually tunes it out.

[box-architecture]

prison arc, Sam fucking Dream in his sleep because the deal between him and Dream means he can fuck Dream Whenever He Wants, and sometimes Dream just looks so heavenly on his stomach, face half hidden, white-gold hair spread everywhere. Sometimes he makes soft noises in his sleep, moans out Sam's name, and it drives Sam crazy. He here's a tiny, needy Sammy and he cums buried as deep as he can go, wild thoughts of Dream waking up full and leaking

Sam likes to go see Dream early in the morning to watch Dreams cheeks be brushed with pink when he sees Sam, to watch Dream fidget and rub his thighs together. Sam observing all this and feeling So, So Pleased.

Sam telling him to turn around and place his hands against the wall for inspection. Dream trying not to tremble as Sam presses himself right up against Dreams back, hands roaming, but not methodical, caressing him like a lover would. Slowly moving away only to pull Dreams pants down around his thighs. He made sure to fill Dream to the brim just a couple hours before, and it's already made a mess, spilling out the longer Sam spreads his cheeks.

He can hear Dreams breath quicken. It's not enough. Sam removes his gloves and pushes his fingers inside slick, wet heat. Dream cries out, beautiful, and can't escape from the grip Sam has on his hip.

"Sam," He pants, trying to look back without taking his hands off the wall. Such a good boy. "Sam please. Don't-"

Two fingers shoved inside him and he shudders, pleas drowned out by the squelches of cum as Sam stretches him- unnecessarily almost, because Dream's body has barely tightened at all since waking. It knows it needs to be ready for Sam at all times, even if Dream hasn't learned yet.

He will.

"It's too sensitive, Sam no." Dream sobs, but his hips are rocking into Sam's fingers. He has a habit of denying himself that Sam is confident he'll be able to break with time. All his prisoner will have to do is ask, spread his legs and his pretty hole, and Sam will take care of everything.

"I can't, I can't, I can't-"

His prisoner likes to lie. Sam has seen him take so much more, even before prison. His grip tightens, remembering the way Dream bounced on Sapnap’s cock in full view of the participating diplomats, fucked so hard that his nails dug into the desk. Sapnap had been allowed to use Dream however he wanted in exchange for peace, and he had taken full advantage of that fact.

Sam wouldn't allow that here, though. Dream wasn't a toy to loan out irresponsibly. He was meant to remain here, where Sam could sate his prisoners deviant urges without outsiders ruining their time. It was perfect.

Dream was perfect.

(A thought immediately quashed and stifled.)

Sam pushes a third finger in, pressing as deeply as he can until he finds Dreams prostate, and then his fingers switch between stretching his prisoner out wide and fingering that sweet spot. Dream can't move off the wall, can't even walk with his pants down, but his hips are chasing their pleasure even as Dream bucks wildly.

"Sam," He's begging, like a good boy. "Sam Sam Sam-"

It was easy to ignore the heat in his gut before, but with Dreams full attention, finally, it feels impossible now, and he can't be blamed for getting off to the sweetness spilling from Dreams lips.

It's too much.

He slaps his prisoners ass, just hard enough that it will bounce against his fingers and their manipulation of his prostate, and Dream comes with a loud cry of Sam.

He spills over the wall. Over his legs. Sam bites his lip to stop himself from turn Dream around and swallowing his cock.

"You've made a mess of yourself, prisoner." Sam murmurs, still pistoning his fingers. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

A soft moan.

Sam taking Dream to the showers after because Aftercare Is Part Of The Deal. Bathing Dream and personally scooping his come out to keep him clean (to hold Dream in his lap and be practically hugging from the angle) washing Dreams hair thoroughly, washing Dream thoroughly, and taking pride in his Very Good Cleaning Ability.

Sometimes he convinces Dream to suck his cock in the showers. Other times he just likes holding Dream in his lap, bulge against his ass, and grind Dream a little against it. He Isn't Allowed To Fuck Dream During Aftercare, that's against Sam's rules in his head. He has to wait until after Dream is clean and dressed and comfortable in the blanket nest he made from the bedding Sam provided for him. Then Sam can have him.

In the blankets that smell like Sam, in the prison that belongs to Sam. His Prisoner.

[poraphia]

"A High School Reunion."

Chapter 02 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!civillian!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.1.23 | 3191 words

➵ CONTAINING! lovers to strangers, hero society (dream team + karl), tommy being a teasing prick

➵ SAYING! thank you for the support on the first chapter! i loved everyone's responses and input and seriously i would love to see more! if youd like to be a part of a taglist message my inbox! :DD

my masterlist and chapter 01

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“Hey, Quacks, how’s the work been treating you?”

I spun around my office chair before kicking up my boots on my desk. It was another slow day the Hero’s Tower. Well, at least for me.

“It’s been going fine. It gets a little hard running a whole casino though, I’ll tell you that much.” He lightly chuckled through the phone.

I’ve known Quackity for a few years now. We attended university together after I moved out of my old neighborhood and into a small town just South of L’manburg city. Quackity was my dorm neighbor. We started talking to each other after I was fed up with all the ruckus I heard through the wall. When I learned that him and some strangers were doing a bit of Poker, I figured why not join. I didn’t stay in contact with those other people, but Quackity, we clicked too easily to let each other go.

“Sounds fun. Hope you’re not stressing too much. Maybe the next time I see you, you’ll be all wrinkly and tired all the time.” I joked, a sly smile on my face.

“Oh, that won’t be happening anytime soon!” He laughed. “Seriously, I got this.”

“—Hey, (y/n).” I looked up from my desk only to be met by Sapnap’s firey gaze. “You got a moment?” He quickly glanced at my phone before returning his eye on me. “We’re having a mini meeting, and we need you in on this one.”

That’s… Strange. I’m usually not called to Hero meetings.

“Oh, uh—” I sat up properly. “—Sure. Just let me wrap up this call.” I said. Sapnap nodded before walking out of my office.

“Need to go?” Quackity asked through the phone.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I said reluctantly. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Was I in trouble? Did I do something wrong with the last interrogation? “I’ll talk to you, alright, Q?”

“Of course, just let me know whenever you’re free. I’ll catch you later, (y/n).”

“Yeah, see ya!”

I clicked off my phone, sliding it down my pocket.

Oh God.

What’s going on?

I was able to locate the meeting room pretty swiftly. Through the window I saw George, Karl, Sapnap, and Clay. Karl, with his usual bubbly energy, waved at me through the glass. I smiled in return before hiding myself behind the wood door. Through my nostrils I took one deep and steady inhale before slowly letting it go through my nose. Once I felt ready enough, I placed my hand on the cold silver handle, twisting it open to be greeted by the chilly room.

The room wasn’t too extravagent. The walls were painted a navy blue with a long wood table. The ends of the table had one chair while the side parts had two on each side. I decided to take my seat next to Karl with George in front of me and Clay at the end.

“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re here.” Clay started.

“Yeah,” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “This isn’t my usual setting, y’know.” Since my power is feared to be too dangerous, I’m usually working in the interrogation and detainment center. It was kind of pitiful thinking about how I’m more used to isolated rooms and gray colors with a criminal in front of me, rather than a nice cozy meeting room with my friends.

“Well… George, Clay, and I came up with a new fighting strat, and I think with your powers, we may finally put the supervillains out of business.” Sapnap grinned. I tilted my head a little.

“What do you mean?” I asked. Clay then stood up and walked behind George and Sapnap where a dry-erase board was located. The two of them turned around, attentive to what Clay had to say.

“Alright look, we already know the Syndicate is our supervillains.” Clay explained, drawing on the board. “Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus being the most threatening of them all. Especially when the three of them are together.” He wrote down their names before circling them all into one group. “I believe with our data now and enough studying, we can analyze their behavioral patterns, what their priorities are, etc.”

I nodded my head, a bit confused on where this was going. I looked over to Karl, who seemed just as confused as I was.

“So, what does this have to do with me?” I asked. Clay smiled, pointing at me with his marker.

“I was just getting to that.” He wrote my name on the board before turning back to face us. “If you could watch these main three—” he pointed at the board. “then you'll have enough information to make convincing enough hallucinations. Enough hallucinations, means more distraction as they fight, which means more wins for us!” he cheered.

I sat there, hands folded in my lap. All four of them had their eyes on me, expecting some sort of comment or response. “…So,” I broke the silence. “I'm basically like.. The secret weapon?”

Karl eagerly nodded as he pulled me closer with an arm. “Yeah! We're finally going to have you fighting with the big guys! Isn't that super cool?”

“Mhm,” George hummed. “You won't be stuck doing interrogations at the detainment center anymore. You’ll be on the battlefield!” He exlcaimed, a small smile on his lips.

This was a lot to take in at once. Frist, I had to stalk the three most dangerous members of The Syndicate for some time, then with enough information, I’ll finally be on the field going on missions?

“So, what do you think, (y/n)?” Sapnap asked, his hands folded on the table.

I looked at all the faces around me. It was barely clicking to me that I finally have the chance to be out there, with my friends, fighting against the villains. It was something I dreamed of doing ever since I moved back to L’Manburg.

“I’m in.” I said proudly.

What could go wrong?

After laying out some planning, I left the HQ and decided to take a bus to Eastside. Besides the Hero District and South Bay, I haven’t been around the other parts of the city, as least in civillian form. Mainly because I was looking to avoid a certain… Family. I haven’t seen the Soot family since I broke up with Wilbur that night. I felt too guilty of our actions, and frankly I swore I would never see Wilbur again after I moved away. Avoiding him in the neighborhood and in school was a hassle by itself.

Once I made it to Eastside, I hopped out of the bus and began walking to a familiar cafe. I figured if I was going to go out exploring, I should go to an area where it was least likely running into the Soots. I turned on my headphones, and began my walk. In my backpack I had my laptop and sketchbook where I was going to plan out my missions.

Once I looked up, realizing I was greeted by the huge sign that read “Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe.”

Alright, here we go.

I pushed open the door and immediately I was hit with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pasteries. I heard a loud gasp in front of me, and I was met by the familiar face of Foolish.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, as he nearly hopping over the counter, I ran up to him and we engulfed in each other in a warm hug.

“Hey, Foolish! How have you been?” I smiled, pulling away.

“I’ve been doing okay! Still working at the cafe, as you can see!” He chuckled. “Where have you been all these years?! I haven’t seen you since graduation!” He asked, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“I left the city to go to University. I only moved back a few months ago but now I live in South Bay!” I smiled. He nodded, taking in my words before pulling away.

“Have you talked to…?” He trailed off, but I knew what he was talking about.

“I haven’t.” I lightly chuckled. “Not since he walked across that stage, but even then, I wasn’t even talking to him like that.”

Foolish tilted his head, a curious smile on his face. “Y’know, I still remember during graduation, you were literally screaming and cheering him on so loudly! But then you tried to shape up as if no one heard you!”

I laughed, punching him the shoulder. “Hey, shut up! Maybe I just got a bit carried away…”

“Mhmm,” He hummed. “Well, I’m about to clock out now and head to Eret’s place—”

As if on cue, two figures walked through the cafe doors.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

You’ve genuinely got to be fucking with me.

Two guys stood in front of us, but I only paid attention to one of their faces.

Those chocolate brown eyes stared back at me. Those eyes I fell in love with the moment I saw them for the first time. They were wide, and they didn’t stray away from mine. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he stopped himself.

“Hey Toms, hey Wil!” Foolish excitedly introduced. “Wilbur, you remember (y/n), right? She’s finally back in town—!” Before he continued, I kicked him in the foot, earning a loud yelp. He got the hint and backed away from the conversation.

“I— I got work to do.” I quickly mumbled. From the corner of my eye I saw Wil raise his hand out of protest, but I ignored it to hastily find a seat.

I found a duo seat next to the window. I placed my bag in one of the seats to take out my laptop and then sat in the other seat. I jolted my laptop open, somewhat smacking the keyboard impatiently to wake it up.

Ugh, stupid, stupid!

I put my head down, covering face with my arms. My leg shook rapidly from under the table. I shouldn’t have came here. I shouldn’t have came here at all. Who was I to think it would be safe to travel in this area anyway?! This was a stupid idea!

“You must’ve gotten ugly if she was going to run away that fast, man.” I heard a gruff voice snort followed by a sound of someone being shoved.

“T-That’s not true! I… Ugh… Just get to work, asshole.”

That familiar voice.

My heart fluttered at the sound of his deep voice. That deep voice that used to tell me how pretty I looked everyday and asked if I needed help with homework.

But it was the same voice that killed all those men, and maybe even more after that night.

I shook my head. Maybe a coffee would fix my racing thoughts.

I got up from my table and went up to the counter. There I met that boy that was standing next to Wil earlier. He had a red and white shirt under his barista apron. He and blue eyes and a mess of blonde flopped on the top of his head, but what was most distinguishing about his hair was that streak of white.

His eyes widened briefly before a sly grin formed on his face. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe, what can I get you?” He asked.

“I’ll just have an iced caramel coffee.” I forced a smile on my face. He clicked on some things on the cash register before looking at me again.

“And what’s the name?” He asked.

“(y/n).” I said plainly.

“Alright, I’ll have your order done in a minute.” He said. I nodded, handing him my card. As he swiped in my order, I placed a decent amount of cash in his tip jar. He looked up a bit, a smile quirking up when he realized how much money I put in. “Jeez, dude, what job are you working?” He asked rather jokingly.

“Uhh,” I bit my tongue a bit to hold back my actual answer. “—criminal justice.” I exclaimed, which wasn’t technically a lie. The barista handed me back my card. “Thanks,” I glanced down to look at his nametag. “Tommy.” He nodded, and I headed back to my seat to begin my work.

My laptop had started up, welcoming me with my sunset background. I opened up my web browser and created a word document to jot down all my notes and plans on how I could start stalking the Syndicate. Should I be saying “stalking?” It sounds pretty vulgar. My main focuses had to be Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. So I figured that maybe I should start with Siren, though that was sort of risky to get into. What was his superpower again..?

“Order for Wilbur and (y/n)!”

Oh, wow.

This kid had to be some kind of fucking troll.

I sighed, reluctantly standing up from my seat. I noticed that Wil was approaching as well, slow with his footsteps. I looked over to Tommy who had this devious grin on his face. Once I walked up to the counter, I noticed that only Wil’s order was on the counter. It had to be either a flat white or a hot coffee with four shots of espresso.

“Here you go, (y/n). Iced caramel coffee.” Tom said, personally handing the beverage to me.

“Knew it…” I heard a soft voice whisper to himself.

He… Remembered my order?

“Thank you, Tom,” I smiled. He nodded, and I headed back to my seat. I took a sip of my coffee to cool down the heat that was rising to my cheeks before continuing my work. With careful listening, I could hear a bit of Tom and Wil’s bickering from the counter.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Wil whisper shouted.

“Look, man, they seemed interested! They were staring at your coffee order and mumbling something. Probably knows your order too.” Tom chuckled.

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t do that again, I’m serious!” Wil was practically begging at this point. I resisted the urge to turn around to look at the two. Instead kept my eyes on my screen.

“Okay, okay,” Tom reassured. “I’ll stop. But seriously man, you need to tell me about this when we get home.”

The argument ended there, and though I continued on with my work, the conversation sat in my mind like a brick. My fingers tapped against my laptop, creating rows of writing then sectioning them off into tables. I even enforced this new routine into my daily planner, blocking specifically when I would be working at the station to when I would be learning information about the Syndicate. I stayed in the cafe for another hour until I was finally content with my planning for the next couple of weeks.

With a content sigh, I finally closed my laptop. I looked around, realizing that the cafe was barely occupied. Wil was in another corner with a book whereas Tom was cleaning the espresso machine. I got up, stretching my legs and arms before taking my laptop and sliding it into my backpack. As I was zipping up my backpack, I felt a pair of eyes behind me, but I chose to ignore them. I slid my arms into the straps and fixed my hair behind me. When I turned around, I realized that it was Wilbur who was staring at me. His nose immediately buried into his book once we made eye contact. A small scoff escaped my lips, and I approached Tom at the counter for the final time.

“Hey, Tommy. Just a strawberry cheesecake to go please.” I said, sliding over a $10 bill. “Keep the change as a tip.”

“Coming right up, (y/n).” He placed the bill inside then counted the money before placing it into his tip jar. He then went to the back to grab a plastic container that had a piece of cheesecake drizzled in strawberry syrup with slices of strawberry on the side. “Here you are. You leaving for the day?” He asked, quickly glancing away before returning his eyes on me. I took the container of dessert before smiling.

“Yeah, it’s getting late. Don’t want to be out especially during criminal hour.” I lightly chuckled. Tom nodded, as if understanding.

“Alright, stay safe out there.” He waved. I said my goodbyes before heading toward the door. As I took another step, I heard footsteps approaching me.

“W-Wait.” I turned around, only to be met with a white button up shirt with light blue-gray stripes.

I looked up, and there he was.

His jaw was more defined than it was when we were kids. His hair was more poofy and grew curlier over the years. It was obvious he had grown out of his rounded features. Even his eyes were more narrow. But I knew those freckles scattered all over his face and how his pink lips formed a symmetrical cupid’s bow.

We both stared at each other in silence. One hand gripped at my backpack strap tight while the other clutched at my plastic container.

“Yes?” I asked. It was blank and straight forward, not letting any form of emotion seep through my words.

“I-I just… Well, it’s good to see you in town again.” He said, his hands slightly fidgeting. I noticed that his button up was rolled up to his elbows. His arms were a little bigger than what I remember and his chest looked more built with a curve to his torso. He was also taller. He used to be only a few inches taller than me due to malnourishment. He looked healthier and stronger— Much better than when he did when we first became friends. It made my heart skip a little.

“Oh— Uh. It’s nice to see you too. Sorry, I’ve just been super busy since I moved back into town.” I briefly explained, but even then, I felt like such an idiot for explaining in the first place.

“Oh.” He muttered.

We stared at each other again, not talking. The air felt thick and full of pressure. My heart searched for that familiar comfort in his prescence but it was no use.

“I… I should get going now.” I said, slightly gesturing to the door.

“Right— Uh… I’ll see you around?” He asked, a little glimmer in his eyes as if hopeful. A bit of me ached seeing him so desperate.

“Uh, yeah.” I quickly said without thinking. What? “Yeah, I’ll see around.”

I turned around and pushed open the glass door. The cold breeze slapping me in the face.

Holy shit.

Did I just talk to Wilbur Soot?

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a / n ~ this was mainlyyy about lore for the reader. but dw the next chapter is going to be alll about siren dont even worry about it. notes of all kind are super appreciated especially reblogs!!

[at0micc0la]

Poly!Dream team x Reader x Karl

Short hc that didn't allow me to sleep after seeing the knf kiss, and I thought, what if a made it a tiny bit sad. Will write a second part but I'm a little bit tired

Friends to lovers and all, somewhere along the way they just knew that these wasn't just platonic

Well, everyone but you, oblivious af, and kinda dumb

Like it made sense that the boys ended up together, you spent too many calls w any of them talking about how they felt about the other

Karl: you know we've been friends for a while now and I trust you

Y/N: I'm all ears 👀👀

Karl: I think I'm in love w sapnap 🥺

Y/N: ...

Y/N: and the news are?? 😐

Even tho you having no problems with helping your boys with their love drama, something inside of you always wanted to you run away, like something is not right. But we'll ignore it

The moment they kissed was the moment everything unfolds itself, the fear of fuckin up a beautiful friendship was gone and they couldn't be apart from each others

That was the same moment you put a name on what you felt during those calls, jealousy

Now that they hugged, kissed and flirted 24/7 and you were left just like 🧍

Realizing that when Dream talked about how much he needed George with him, and how much he wanted to kiss him, all that support was actually a "I also want that, but it will come sooner than you think it will"

That when you held Sapnap, who always came to you upset about Karl flirting or kissing another person, it wasn't just a supportive friend actitud more like "I feel the same, come hug with me so we can calm down"

But what hurts the most was the nagging feeling in your head, that convinced you that they were better without you, they are a couple you are their adopted friend who they go out with and buy them stuff

That feeling pushed you to stop visiting Dream's house, or avoiding Karl's stream invitation

The boys were really upset about this change, they were so used to your voice, jokes and pretty face that your absence was loud

George: Hey, have you guys hear about Y/N? They promised that they would be with me when the vlog we made was being edited

Karl: They are streaming with Corpse today! I can try to help you instead

Sapnap: Corpse is not streaming today he is sick 🙄

Karl: But we just talked and they told me that. I'll check

Karl: ... Corpse is not streaming

Sapnap: 😌👌

Dream: Y/N has been weird lately, we haven't see them since last month, we need to know what's wrong

And that's where they found the last piece of their puzzle called love, they weren't complete without you

So a plan to bring you back was made

[kumezyzo]

please do crush!sapnap x singer reader head canons!!! like, you’d show him a new song you’ve been writing (that may or may not be about him) and he’s just sitting there like admiring the reader 🤭🤭

we not talkin about how long this took me to create either 🥰🥰🥰

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

crush!sapnap who blushes while he reads the unfinished lyrics of a song you wrote about him.

he doesn't know it's about him, but he likes to imagine it was. half because the pain of it being for someone else makes him want to hide away. and half because the words are so beautiful, he wants them to be about him.

crush!sapnap who smiles in admiration as you sing the first draft of a song to him.

crush!sapnap who likes to listen to your voice, so he plays your music while he's just sitting in his room or relaxing.

crush!sapnap who plays your music in the background of everyone of his streams. he sings along to them, and his viewers that think you two are dating clip it and put it into compilations.

crush!sapnap who just thinks he's your best friend who you invite to your performances and concerts. (you lowley want him to fuck you backstage like those friends to lovers novels)

crush!sapnap who is the first person to watch your music videos. even if he technically isn't, both of you want to believe that he is.

crush!sapnap who becomes bf!sapnap after you ran off stage after a performance and kissed him.

you were singing a song you had written about him. looking out at all the people who had come to support you, you realized he was your biggest supporter.

so when when you closed out the concert. you walked backstage like you usually did. and with even more nerves than when you got up on stage, you kissed crush!sapnap.

bf!sapnap recalls that night as if you had gotten married that day. he talks about how he was caught so off guard that he thought he was dreaming. but he did kiss you back. (and fulfilled that romance novel dream of yours)

bf!sapnap who has to makeout with you before you go on stage. or before you shoot a music video. he says it brings you good luck!

bf!sapnap who you swear has the most perverted mind when he asks to put your moans on a track. (but you heavily consider it)

this just reminds me how my bf plays the piano and i play the cello. and as a way to flirt with me once, asked me if i wanted to help him practice saint-saëns suite for cello and piano together 😭😭 needless to say, it was really cute cause i found out he didn't have a recitals coming up with that piece -nony

[cyncerity]

decided that the best way to get myself out of writers block was to write short things that expanded on stories i’d already written so that’s what i did

anyway take this little thing for the Store Shifter au; this takes place almost immediately after the Sapnap & Bbh Hawk Incident™ (this but it does have v*re), so it takes place years before the main story and Sap and Q are still teens at this point.

btw it’s angst again i’m not sorry i’m not letting Sapnap catch a break in this au

~~~~~

“We need to go” was all Sapnap had been repeating for the past half an hour, and Quackity was mildly really fucking tired of it. “Slow the fuck down. Explain. What the fuck happened.” He grabbed Sapnap’s arm, stopping the boy’s tirade through his bedroom as he threw Quackity’s various clothes and items into the largest bag he owned. And this seemingly wasn’t the first time he’d done this, as he had entered Q’s home holding a massive pack of his own things. “We were thinking about moving, right? No better time than the present, so let’s go.” “Sap, Karls not even here.” “We’ll let him know when he gets back.”

“Sapnap, stop.” He pleaded, grabbing his boyfriend harshly, forcing him to drop the now overflowing pack he was holding. He wouldn’t look Quackity in the eyes. “What brought this on? Why so sudden, talk to me!” He nearly shouted. Sapnap didn’t answer, but took a few moments before he sucked in a breath and lifted his head.

Quackity found people easy to read, Sapnap especially. They’d been friends for so long, even lovers at this point, and Sapnap had always worn his heart proudly on his sleeve.

Which made the fact that he couldn’t quite read the expression painting his boyfriend’s face as worrisome as it was heartbreaking.

He was tired and stressed, the deep bags that had seemingly formed overnight staining his already permanently bruised face, and that near constant fire in his eyes seeming to have been smoldered. But beyond that, there was…well, Quackity didn’t quite know what to call it. Hatred, guilt, exhaustion, all things that he had seen on any face but his Sapnap’s. He couldn’t even be sure that’s what it was, but something was wrong. And it wasn’t even just his expression. His downcast eyes, the was his hands minutely shook, the soft and unsure way he spoke, and the reluctance to look in any sort of reflective surface had all been things he’s noticed when Sapnap had come in his room. Every single one of these things was so uncharacteristic of Sapnap that he had half a mind to drag him down to Sam to talk since he knew he wouldn’t be able to fix whatever had done this alone.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t because of the one last thing on his face, the part of his expression that would plague Quackity’s mind for years after as he tried to figure out what could have happened to the boy he loved so much.

Fear.

Sapnap was afraid. Afraid of what, he couldn’t say, but he saw the way the fear blocked the light from his eyes and knew he couldn’t convince someone that afraid to do anything logical.

Q sighed and took the bag that Sapnap had dropped, beginning to take the items out and fold and organize them neatly. “Go tell my dad and sis we’re leaving. I’ll go say goodbye to them when i’m finished.” He said calmly, and pretended not to feel even more lost when Sapnap’s whole frame relaxed. “Thank you.” He practically whimpered, tears clear in his voice. “Thank you, Q, thank you so much.”

Q swiped a few stray tears from his own cheeks as Sapnap sprinted from his room. It hurt, knowing he was leaving his family and community with such short notice, he wouldn’t deny that. But more so, it hurt seeing his boyfriend in so much pain, and it hurt worse knowing that he wasn’t privy to what even caused it. But whatever it was, whatever caused the fear he saw, he’d travel for the rest of his life to get away from it if it brought the joy back to Sapnap’s eyes. He’d do anything to avoid whatever caused that unexplainable, hollowing look in the boy he loved.

He just hopes that one day Sapnap will tell him what exactly to avoid.

[evilgaygothgf]

Hello!! Hope you’re doing well and having a great day <3 just wanted to send in a request in case you’re up for it! Maybe a scenario of Quackity and streamer!reader sitting together at a small party/streamer get together (like the ESLAND after party lmao), spending the whole time talking, then him walking back reader to their hotel room where it ends with a small makeout sesh or them inviting him to their room to continue hanging out for the night (they’re kinda friends prior to all this who had very silent crushes on each other so the lovers tension is definitely in the air lmao)? Hope this is ok!

Thank you for the request! I hope this fits what you had in mind ◡̈

Quackity x streamer!reader (any pronouns)

You were at a small outdoor party one of your other streamer friends had invited you to. You hadn’t been a streamer for very long, so you weren’t as close with the other people at the party besides Karl, who had invited you. You saw Sapnap, George, and Tina, who you had met at the streamer events earlier in the day, but they were in the middle of their own conversation and you didn’t feel like you were close enough to them yet to go and join in. When you went over to grab a drink and head to an unoccupied seat, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, y/n. I didn’t know you were gonna be at this party.”

You turned around to see Alex standing behind you with a grin. You were more than glad to see that he was here and you suddenly felt a wave of comfort come over you. He was someone who always made you feel welcome as you started out in the streaming community, especially since he’s the entire reason you were doing this. Alex was the person who encouraged you to start your channel on twitch in the first place.

“Y/n, I think you’ll be really good at it and you’ll be glad you started your own streaming channel.”

“I don’t know. I just don’t think I’m entertaining enough for people to want to actually watch me.”

“I’d watch you. You’re entertaining to me. You should just try it, really. Trust me.”

You had taken his advice to start streaming and hadn’t regretted it one bit. Your channel was growing, you actually had fans, and you were even being invited to streamer events like the one you had attended today. All of this was because of the support Alex had been giving you from the start and helping you along the way. He had become a place of comfort and warmth for you.

You smiled back at Alex. “Yeah, Karl actually invited me kinda last minute. I thought maybe it could be fun,” you said as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, are you? Having fun?,” he questioned.

“I am now that you’re here,” you said as you threw a wink his way.

He laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Okay, Mr. Rizzington,” he said as he rolled his eyes, “Let’s go sit down somewhere.”

You followed him as he led you over to a bench that faced away from the party and out towards the ocean. The entire event had been an amazing time and you had enjoyed it all, but the night view of the ocean was 10 out of 10 compared to the rest. You both sat down and while the bench was small, you wished it was smaller so you had an excuse to sit closer to Alex.

“Sorry, I feel like I haven’t really been able to catch up with you much. I’ve just been so busy with the event all day and haven’t had a chance to check up on how you’ve been doing with everything going on.” He rubbed his hands on his lap as he talked.

“No, Alex, it’s okay,” you turned your body towards him on the bench as you spoke, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine, just do whatever you need to do and enjoy your time with all your friends here.”

“I’m not worried. I just care about you and want to spend time with you, dummy,” he said lightly shoving your shoulder with his.

Even his playful touch made your skin feel electric and you couldn’t help but feel a shiver as the sparks ran through you.

Your shiver caught his attention. “Oh, are you cold? It is a little chilly now that the sun has gone down. We can head inside if you want?”

Before you could answer, Alex was already standing to his feet and motioning for you to stand with him. You stood up from your spot and walked with him toward the hotel everyone was staying at for the event. Now that it was dark outside, the path to the hotel was lit by tiny lights along the side of the walkway. The two of you matched each other’s pace as you slowly made your way back to the hotel and you told him about the people you had met a the streaming event that day. You finished talking as the two of you approached the entrance of the hotel and you looked up at Alex to see that he was just staring and grinning at you at you spoke.

You laughed nervously under his stare. “Why are you just staring at me like that?” You tried to sound annoyed to distract him from the blush that you knew was creeping up on your face.

“Mmm I don’t know,” he shrugged his shoulders, “You seem happy. I just like seeing you happy.” As he finished his sentence, the two of you had stepped into the elevator. “What floor are you?”

“I’m on 6th.” You watched as he pushed the button to your floor and put his hand back in his pocket. “Oh, are you on the same floor as me?”

“Nope. I was gonna come hang out with you in your room if that’s fine? Damn, trying to get rid of me already,” he joked.

You taunted back at him, “I guess it’s fine with me. You just can’t get enough of me, yeah, yeah.”

“Something like that.”

The door to the elevator opened and the two of you stepped off. You walked him to your hotel room and tapped your card to enter the room. You turned to Alex as the door shut behind both of you.

“So, do you want to watch a movie or something?” You hoped he said yes because you couldn’t handle being alone in this room with him without something to distract you from the butterflies that bang around in your stomach whenever he’s around.

“Sounds good to me,” he said as he flopped onto your bed and grabbed the remote. He patted the spot next to him on the bed. “C’mon and sit. It’s your bed.”

You really didn’t want to sit next to him because you might evaporate into thin air the second you do, but reluctantly, you kicked off your shoes and made yourself comfy on the bed. He flipped through the channels and found a movie that had already started not too long ago, so you two hadn’t missed much of it. The movie played on and you felt like you had done well to hide your nerves so far. Well, until you felt his eyes on you. You tried to pretend you didn’t notice him stealing glances at you here and there. Maybe he could tell he made you nervous. Maybe there was something stuck in your hair. Maybe-

Your thoughts were cut off by his whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

You almost jumped out of your skin at his question and you couldn’t even think of how to respond. “I- what did you say?” You couldn’t even look at him when you spoke.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I asked like that. It’s just all I can think about right now honestly. Wait that sounds bad. Like I’m not just thinking about kissing you, but like, I’m thinking about you, all the time, including now, and right now, that includes kissing you,” he blurted out.

He thinks about you? All the time? You finally looked back to him and his eyes were locked on yours. He thinks about kissing you? You had to admit you had thought about the same a fair share of times. You had imaged what it would feel like when his lips touched yours. Your gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips and back up.

He shifted closer and whispered again, “Can I?”

You opened your mouth to respond but no noise came out, so you just nodded your head. Your heart was thumping out of your chest, but you wanted this so bad.

He slowly leaned in, cupping your face. His hands felt so warm and comforting on your cheeks, his thumb lightly rubbing your skin. His lips landed on yours and it felt like the world around you went silent. He pulled his face back from yours slightly and ran a thumb over your lips. You reached your hands up and threaded your fingers into his hair pulling him back in for another kiss. The kiss that followed was more needy than the first. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and felt his tongue running across your lower lip. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt his hands release from your face and fall to your sides, lightly squeezing you as they reached your waist. You gently tugged his hair and he released a shaky breath you didn’t realize he was holding.

The two you broke apart from the kiss and Alex rested his forehead on yours. Your hands continued to play with his hair, twirling the ends with your fingers. Your lips still tingled from the contact with his. There was so much on your mind you wanted to say to him in this moment, but you felt breathless and the words wouldn’t come up. He stayed silent as well, just staring into your eyes and rubbing his thumb on your hip. You were fine staying like this for as long as you could, enjoying his warmth and his touch. Words could come later.

[dreamiedelight]

Day 6 Fated mates and Friends to lovers! This turned out a bit more platonic tbh but oh well xD

Childhood friends dreamnap discover they are meant to when they meet irl. O!Dream and A!Sapnap

Dream hadn't known it yet, when he typed ‘123’ that he would gain a new friend, a best friend.

He’s really grateful that he did, the memories that they shared, the laughs, the tears… Dream wouldn’t give it up for anything.

So when they talked about Sapnap moving in together with him it was so natural that he wondered why they hadn’t done it already.

Dream was nervous, it was after all, their first time meeting irl. His oldest online friendship, they met when they were kids on a minecraft server and now they were going to live together.

“He will see my face.” That was another huge part of why he was so nervous. Will he live up to Sapnap’s expectations?

“Will he like my scent?” That was something he hadn’t thought about.

He was an omega, Sapnap was an alpha.

-

The moment Sapnap got out of the car, time stopped. They stared at each other, trying to process that the other was actually there.

“Dream!” Sapnap yelled before running straight to him. Dream opened his arms to hug him.

He threw himself at him and the moment they touched Dream swears he saw the universe.

Thousands, no- Millions of stars shining brightly behind his eyes as the smell of cinnamon wrapped him. They were the only ones on this planet and everything moved as in a symphony, with harmony.

He was on the top of the world and then he was on his porch clutching on for dear life, like Sapnap was a lifesaver and he was drowning.

However it didn’t feel like he was drowning, it felt as though he was weighless, like he would fly away as soon as he let go of Sapnap.

“...oh god…” Were the only words he was able to utter out.

“Yeah.” Sapnap answered, he must have felt it too with how out of breath he sounded.

“Holy shit.” This time the one who broke the silence was Sapnap. “I- What was that?”

“I think- maybe? Maybe we are… fated mates?” He said while trying to move, his limbs felt really heavy, almost like they weren’t his own.

“Oh-Wait, lemme-” Sapnap tried to get up from Dream, they were a mess of limbs as they both tried to get off his porch.

“Man, are we really fated mates? Like- What even are the odds for that?” He was smiling as he got on his feet with wobbly legs.

“I-I know!” He said while supporting himself with the wall behind him, he was reeling from that feeling that they got when they touched for the first time. “Fated mates are really rare, they don’t meet each other the majority of the time.”

“Well, we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t type back ‘123’, so I guess we were the lucky ones.” His voice was fond as he was no doubt thinking about that moment again.

Dream himself liked to reminisce about that time, but right now the only thing on his mind was the fact that they were fated mates. Meant to meet each other and fit like puzzle pieces, that’s what they were and it felt right.

“There are just some people that are destined to be together.” He thought as he gave Sapnap a hand and finally got them inside the house, their home.

Something new has just started. It was small and a little fragile, but he was sure that together it would grow to be bigger and stronger.

[alittledizzy]

Hi! Would you mind a little dreamnotnap shipping in your inbox (not that this ship could actually ever be real but it is so fun to ship all three of them together)

Sapnap and Dream could have an awesome childhood best friends to lovers plot where Sapnap doesn't realize he's attracted to men until he finds out Dream and George are together. He always loved Dream but once he realizes there is something more there Dream is already taken.

At the same time George struggles with his fillings for Sapnap. He's committed to Dream and he could never cheat on him but he finds himself more and more physically attracted to Sapnap and he doesn't know what to do with it.

Everything changes when Sapnap start's dating. He goes on a few dates with a girl he kinda likes and Dream gets really possessive. He hates that Sapnap doesn't Spend as much time with them as he used to and he constantly worries the girl is not good enough for Sapnap.

Eventually George talks to Dream about his possessive behavior and they talk. Dream is not happy with George suggesting they should date Sapnap. It challenges his monogamous view of relationship and ha argues with George.

When Sapnap breaks up with his girlfriend the mood in the whole house is tense. When Dream finds George in Sapnap's bed (they were only cuddling for comfort) he gets jealous and all three start arguing which leads to sudden love confession from Sapnap.

They talk through it. All three of them. And Dream realizes he loves both of them. And he wants both of them. Eventually Dream is the one that ends up convincing Sapnap they should all date.

At first they are really careful and unsure in the new dynamic the found themselves in. It's awkward and new and scary. Slowly they settle in though and get braver about it. Once they get more confident they find all three of them are the happiest they've ever been. They all have each other's backs. They have awesome sex together and they support each other no matter what

Ok thanks for coming to my Ted talk. I have to many fanfic ideas for my own mental health.

this was such a fantastic ted talk. i don't think i could ever truly pull off a dreamnotnap fic because dream/sapnap don't quite grab me that way, but this concept is certainly intriguing and your take on it sucked me on!!

[sleepy--anon]

Day 4: Weak Spot

You can still reserve unmarked days

Warnings: Intense tickles, restraints, mentioned romantic dreamnotnap, romantic dreamnap, mention of nsfw relations, explicit language

Reserved by @mushiewrites

The three boys were finally beginning to settle into life as a throuple, learning different boundaries and who's into what. It was apparent that Dream and Sapnap were the more openly affectionate ones where as George seemed to be more of an acts of service type of lover. He would cook, clean, do little things for them as a way of expressing his love. Sapnap and Dream were clearly more on the Words of Affirmation and Touch side of things, preferring to cuddle and say 'I love you' and through out compliments like candy on Halloween. Today was no different, George had cooked the two dinner and cleaned up before leaving to see a movie with Hannah, Sylvee, and Skeppy, and Dream and Sapnap laid curled up together on Sapnap’s bed.

"How many people do you think would be surprised by this image?" Sapnap asked, showing Dream his phone, displaying the picture he just took of him pressed against his chest.

"Look, I like being little spoon, nothing wrong with that! You're warm and you hold me nice. Plus I like your smell, you always smell good" He fluttered his eyelashes up at his boyfriend, just barely hearing him mutter something about him being a flatterer over his heartbeat, slow, loud, and rhythmic.

"Stoooopp! You're gonna put me to sleeeep!" Dream whined, softly batting the hand in his hair.

"You're so rude! What happened to your manners" Sap lightheartedly teased back, carefully rolling him onto his back, looking down at him fondly.

"I guess you didn't fuck them into me hard enough~" Sapnap’s jaw dropped, not expecting something like that out of Dream, George sure, but Dream?! Once the shock faded it turned into a dark look, one that got Dream’s heart skipping every time he saw it. He looked up at him with doe eyes, sliding his hands up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him.

"Sounds like I need to take a different approach~" Sapnap purred against his lips, biting the bottom one softly, earning a small tug to the back of his curls.

"Oooo~ You gonna spank me this time~?" What has gotten into him lately?? Whatever it was, it wasn't what Sapnap had in mind. He trailed his kisses down his neck,knowing full well his eyes fell closed. He slid Dream’s hands up, locking them in the leather cuffs that were still on his bed frame, sliding his hands down as he came back up to kiss him again.

"I had something else in mind~" Was the only thing Sapnap said before digging into Dream’s stomach, a well known weak spot for the tall blonde, one that Sapnap loved to abuse as often as he could. He heard the immediate clang of Dream yanking his wrists in surprise, bucking his hips up but not doing much with how Sapnap was laid across his hips.

"I figured this might get through to you a little better~" He crooned, sliding his hoodie and shirt up painfully slow.

"NO! No cohome ohohon! I thought we were being nice today! You were mean yesterday!" Dream whined, squirming as much as he could, which wasn't very much.

"You wanted to test me today, I just so happen to have a lack of patience today~" Sapnap chuckled at the harsh flinch when he leaned down to kiss his blushing tummy. Tracing circles around his bellybutton like a shark.

"All you have to do is apologize and say you'll behave~" Dream could barely comprehend what was said, it took him a bit before shaking his head.

"Nohohohoho, juhuhust dohohon't dohohoho ihihit!"

"That's not an option to pick my darling~" Sapnap slid his hands to his lightly freckled sides and dropped down to press the biggest, deepest raspberry right below his sternum. Dream shrieked at the top of his lungs, head flung back, feet kicking wildly, if they didn't live where they did the neighbors definitely would've called the police. Dream sucked in as much air as he could while Sapnap giggled at his reaction.

"Stohop lahaughing at mehehehe!"

"I'm not laughing at you gorgeous, you're just so damn cute~!"

"FUHUHUCK!" Dream screamed loudly, his laughter almost sounding like only screams as Sapnap pressed tiny raspberries along his sides while he teased his bellybutton, somehow only touching with his nail. It wasn't until he added his teeth when Dream started to break, his laughter going silent for a seconds before coming back. His looked up as he slowly nibbled closer to the middle of his tummy, seeing Dream's face soaked with tears, waving his trapped hand. He paused, only pressing firm kisses to the red belly.

"Fuhuhuhckin hehehehell, I'm sohohohorry. I'll be behahahave I swehehear." Sapnap moved up, kissing his tear soaked face, carefully releasing his wrists, moving them back into their original position. Dream pressed himself impossibly close to Sapnap, rubbing his face against his shoulder like a sleepy baby, before making himself comfortable. He nudged him twice before he understood what he wanted, moving his hand up to play with his hair as he fell asleep, sending George a picture of the aftermath which he quickly made his lockscreen.

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 11]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chapter 11 - The group get to know one another as they continue across the desert. Scar's never been more grateful to have people to talk to. Grian's never seemed so determined to make a bad first impression.

📝 Words: 7,531

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 11 on AO3

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Fifteen minutes pass, and then fifteen more. Scar is beginning to doze off when he finally hears the approach of Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity. He can tell it’s them by the sound of their laughter; a cacophony of overlapping calls and chattering. It takes him a moment of hard thought to remember the last time he had a chance to enjoy himself like that.

The sentimentalist in him wants it to have been with Grian, but reluctantly he’s almost positive that it was with Pearl.

He tries not to overthink it—doesn’t want to spend his time wrestling with the bag of cats that are his feelings for Grian. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. Despite it all, Scar would rather have Grian with him than be alone without him. Even if it comes at the cost of the laughter and light-hearted banter that he so desperately wishes he could share with him again.

He cocks his head to the side, listening as they approach. Karl is giggling, giddy and loud, and Sapnap and Quackity are bantering back and forth, words indiscernible from a distance, but recognizable from their pitch and tones. It’s funny to hear them when they think no one else is around. Understandably, Quackity and Sapnap have both remained carefully subdued in their presence—a caution that Karl seems to have forgone—but at a distance Scar can hear them as they normally are. Boisterous, talking easily over top of one another, shouting and laughing in a casual, comfortable exchange.

“They’re certainly loud enough, aren’t they?” Grian criticizes, busying himself with putting away the snacks they had out during their break, cleaning up the area. “They’re lucky there’s no googlies around. They’d be calling them in for miles.”

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We're back after our break with a new chapter of Zombie AU! Thanks for your patience with our little vacation! We're so excited to resume posting!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)