#i'm just an eepy girl and love these two sm but can't convey my love in the fluffies :(((

[brick-a-doodle-do]

For the short prompts, If I'm not late...

The human comes back at home after a rough day and just lays on on his bed downwards. Their borrower friend comes for cuddles to make them feel better (With Dream and Sapnap?) 👉👈

Have a cookie 🍪 :]

i had this written and then suddenly decided ,,nope, this is not post-worthy'' ??? help

ANYWAY, emotional support tinies >>>

my fingers pressed until they're sore

wc: 597

cw: character guilt? nothing outside of that ,,

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Not to say he wasn't guilty, of course he was, but he did know how to push some of that down. He connected his guilt to a line of logic, and let it morph to something that calmed him.

Dream was small, therefore Dream was useless.

Okay, well, maybe that didn't calm him down—more like: Dream was small, therefore Dream had the inability to perform tasks that may be an ease to Sapnap, or any other human.

Plus, he keeps himself satisfied by helping out any way he can in the events where Sapnap was out tending to real work and he was trapped inside the house, alone. He gathered ingredients to make things a breeze for his human friend, he put miscellaneous, lost things away, (To the best of his ability, mind you), and he tended to Patches. He cleaned, too, with a scrap piece of rag that he'd found before getting caught, to which he quickly learned to never let out of his sight ever since scoring it.

Additionally, there was one thing he did that Sapnap seemed the most grateful for. Every day, around six in the afternoon when Sapnap came barreling through the door with sweat lining his clothing, Dream let himself be of service for comfort. Whether that be through storage or just being held, it seemed to make Sapnap remarkably serene.

Today was no different. It had been a few minutes past six when Dream saw Sapnap's head of raven-colored hair come into view from up the hill near their home. Dream could barely see anything out the window from where he stood on the coffee table, although Sapnap's form was prominent against the greenery of the outdoors.

His ears flicked as the sound of the front door's lock slid open, and soon after said door opened quickly, and through came Sapnap, who stepped in heavily with slumped shoulders and strands of hair sticking to his face.

Dream frowned at the sight, deflating a little by the overwhelming wave of guilt that hits him. Sapnap's eyes instinctively drift to Dream, and he offers up a soft smile at the tiresome human, who just huffs in exhasperation and makes drawled steps towards the couch, where, appropriately, the human collapses and falls onto the cream-colored couch with a flush of air that makes Dream shiver.

"Hi," Dream says, fingers fiddling with one another in the confinement of his hoodie pocket.

From the cushions under Sapnap, there's a faint, (Although somehow perfectly clear), 'shut the fuck up', which sets Dream off into a soft laugh.

"Long time no see!" Dream muses, a lively and fond smile on his face as he hears Sapnap's muffled groan. "I mean, I'd offer to help you feel better, but I don't think you'd let me right now even—"

Dream is cut off quickly when Sapnap's arm extends from under a pillow and flashes his way, hurling down next to him and feeling the area nearby for a split moment before it moves over Dream and grabs him in a claw-like manor, which Dream squirms under for a few uncomfortable seconds before he's being deposited by Sapnap's neck.

The borrower chuckles, the sound nearly echoing in the sudden chamber of thick hair and Sapnap's neck.

He doesn't waste any time, mindlessly moving to get comfortable on Sapnap, his nether-born skin doing wonders against the air-conditioned home. As he rests against the crevice of Sapnap's neck, he feels a limp hand drape over his small body and a low purr vibrate from Sapnap's throat and right through his skin.

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