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[joysjoy]

did y’all miss me ;)

(yes joylight is back, go read my new fic <3)

[sunshinejins]

“I want to ruin our friendship” with Georgebur, I like this ship!

hi anon! sorry for the wait, unfortunately apparently i need to sleep :// rude of my body tbh. but here's your lil fic! idk why i keep going above and beyond my self imposed word count limit for georgebur but i guess i just have to deal with it!

Romantic epiphanies aren’t supposed to happen while a Bo Burnham special from 2014 plays in the background of a hastily-planned dinner party of macaroni and cheese and Pepsi. They’re supposed to happen in the middle of a forest with stars sparkling or at a school dance with peach and sky blue lights glimmering over hair sprayed curls. George isn’t supposed to realize he’s in love with one of his closest friends while he’s minutes deep into a recreation of “Suck My Dick” in an Australian accent, but it seems that when it comes to Wilbur that anything is possible.

“Wilbur, seriously, stop!” George gasps out in between peals of laughter that sting the back of his throat. His friend looks back at him goofily, tongue peeking out from his teeth and cheeky grin. He looks alive, bright, filled with the things people talk about when they’re falling in love. George nearly hates how at ease he feels under the coffee gaze of Wilbur’s eyes.

“What, George? You don’t like my serenade?” Wilbur’s voice is teasing, it always is. They’re always stuck in moments like this together; flirting and poking into the soft spaces between each other’s ribs. They’re looking to get a rise out of each other past sugared giggles and fond gazes. It’s always a game they play: even when they’re alone.

“Save your serenades for the next girl you write songs about,” George says back, feeling the grit of the manufactured playfulness against his tongue, “And maybe don’t ask them to suck your dick in the meantime.”

“Oh I’d never ask them for that, Gog,” George feels like he could turn to flames under the heat of Wilbur’s gaze, the drag of his friend’s eyes up and down the folds of his hoodie, “That’s reserved for you.” And that’s normal for them. It is, despite every fibre in George’s body screaming that Wilbur’s just having fun. He’s so used to the playful flirting, the jabs about being boyfriend material, the way Wilbur’s face seems to soften when he steps in the room.

The ache in his chest once hidden by denial, the blueberry bruise made from soft words and even softer smiles, has started to smart.

“Imagine if one day you asked me to suck your dick and I just said yes?” George quips, ignoring the pull, the squeeze, the ache of his jokes. Wilbur raises an eyebrow, careful, controlled. Twists of curls fall into his gaze.

“Well would you?” George doesn’t know if they’re joking anymore.

“Well probably not on the first date. I’m a gentleman after all, Wil.” Wilbur snorts, leaning closer. Their knees touch on the couch and George tries his hardest not to hold his breath.

“Not that it matters though, really,” he continues, ignoring the way Wilbur’s eyes seem to smolder into his jawline, the curve of his throat, “because we don’t want to ruin the friendship.” Wilbur laughs, but it sounds choked, half in pain and half delirious. George lifts his gaze to find Wilbur staring, heart pasted to his sleeve, and starlight dripping from his gaze.

“George. George, George, George, George.” He slips his hand into George’s and he’s never realized exactly how well their palms fit together, “I want to ruin our friendship. So fucking badly.”

George spends a lot of time thinking. Most of the time, really. He’s closed off in more ways than one, and he spends large periods of time convincing himself not to wish for things he can’t have.

As Wilbur leans forward to catch George’s lips with his own, as the taste of vanilla and Pepsi and truly abysmal mac and cheese floods George’s tongue-- he thinks maybe this is one wish that he’s allowed to make after all.

[bluegoesbloop]

Dream SMP Fic Recs Masterlist

Masterpost

Works: 43

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: None of these fics have been written by me and some may include potentially triggering topics. I have done my best to include all necessary extra information, but if I have missed something please let me know. Also, some of these works are written about topics that are problematic, for example: underage, shipping real life people, step siblings, etc. Please remember that these are all works of fiction and most of these ‘problematic fics’ are written and read as a way to cope with trauma, or to purge oneself of a hyperfixation, so use your own judgement when clicking on them, and do not send hate to either the authors or me. I have included some of these writings in the lists to help other people who may be looking for a safe outlet for their thoughts, if you do not like it please just skip over it.

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¿Tu idioma o el mio? (your language or mine)

KARLNAPITY [KARL JACOBS/SAPNAP/QUACKITY]

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 3,709 words, 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: written in english

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

Begonias

DREAMNOTFOUND [DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND]

@/sleepygurl - ao3 - 41,090 words - 39/39 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: mild smut, hanahaki disease

Why are you so sad kid (well the fact is)

TOMMYINNIT!CENTRIC [GEN]

@HaloRocks1214 - ao3 - 13,068 words, 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: child abuse, bad motherinnit, bad fatherinnit, irl fic

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

accelerate

DREAMNOTFOUND [DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND]

@/honkdaddyy @/isntitcrazy - ao3 - 15,317 words - 2/2 chapter(s) [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut, street racing au, street racer!dream, flag boy!George

dichotomy

GEORGEBUR [GEORGENOTFOUND/WILBUR SOOT] @/wallopi - ao3 - 10,488 words - 1/1 chapter(s) [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: angel!wilbur, fallen angel/demon!george

share your ghosts with your friends

WILBUR SOOT & TOMMYINNIT & TECHNOBLADE & TUBBO @/itisjosh - ao3 - 1,030 words - 1/1 chapter(s) [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: ghost hunter!wilbur, skeptic!technoblade, ghost!tommy, ghost!tubbo

find a formula to cure me

WILBUR!CENTRIC

@/WOOanao3user - ao3 - 4,334 words - 2/2 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: depression, wilbur pov

chaton

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/anonymous - ao3 - 4,721 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut, George in a skirt, George wearing cat ears]

DOWN

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/yourwishlist - ao3 - 46, 490 words - 12/12 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Street racing AU

and i'm lonely (there i said it)

TOMMYINNIT!CENTRIC [GEN]

@/ghostbandaids - ao3 - 8,623 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: self harm, self hatred, depression, happy ending

pretty boy privileges™

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 2153 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: gogy's pretty privilege

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

wanna dance in socks around you DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/GenOfEve - ao3 - 7,472 words - 2/2 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut, George in a skirt

I was made for loving you

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/xshittylialife - ao3 - 6,606 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: soulmate au

business and pleasure

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

@/cameronld - ao3 - 14,161 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut, office au, plot twist at the end

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

bring your son to war day

TOMMY & RANBOO

@/ Sunshine_3 - ao3 - 51, 897 words - 14/14 chapters

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: child!ranboo, accidental baby acquisition

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

the more you know the less you see

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 17,663 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

RANBOO!CENTRIC

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: eating disorder, abusive parents, gaslighting, stockholm syndrome, child neglect

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

It’s not kidnapping it’s just adoption (that’s how it works, right?) [gen]

@/SolivagantStories - ao3 - 1,719 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

BADBOYHALO & SKEPPY & SAPNAP

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: accidental baby acquisition

candles [dreamnap]

@/benevolent_bear - ao3 - 2,853 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

DREAM/SAPNAP

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: hurt/comfort, sad sapnap

Holy Word [karlnap]

@snapcaps - ao3 - 6,094 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

KARL JACOBS/SAPNAP

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut, under-negotiated kink, age regression, age play

The Dream Doll [dnf]

@/PeppDream - ao3 - 26,103 words - 10/10 chapter(s)

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Dream is cursed to turn into a doll each day

you could buy my silence (if you've got none to lose) [platonic tombur]

@/Drhair76 - ao3 - 7,116 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TOMMYINNIT/WILBUR SOOT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: platonic soulmates

Two sides of the same ghostly coin

@/itisjosh - ao3 - 1,740 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

QUACKITY & JSCHLATT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: ghost!schlatt

Polaroid angel [dnf]

@/gothxclaudia - ao3 - 46,332 words - 40/40 chapter(s)

Dream/GeorgeNotFound

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: model!George, photographer!dream, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, mental health issues, smut

you can put your dukes down, stringbean

@/honeytv - ao3 - 33,529 words - 20/20 chapter(s)

SBI, TOMMY & TUBBO

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: au - superheroes, vigilantes

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

take this compass, follow it home [sbi] @/lightning_anon - ao3 - 49,689 words - 12/12 chapter(s) SBI FAMILY [ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: it gets worse before it gets better, sbi foster family ✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

late night strawberry frutopia [dnf]

@/joylight - ao3 - 19,962 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, uses dream's real name

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

The art and (mine)craft of war [gen]

@/bluesandbirds - ao3 - 4,271 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TECHNOBLADE & TOMMYINNIT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: sbi family

Bye Bye Rosie Off You Go to Birmingham Via Great Western [gen]

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 3,159 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

DREAM & GEORGENOTFOUND

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: colourblindness, light angst

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

The sound the sea makes [gen]

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 3,384 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TOMMYINNIT & WILBUR SOOT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Tommy has low blood pressure

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

What did you mean when you said forever, when you implied eternity [xnf]

@/Laii - ao3 - 7,174 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

DreamXD/GeorgeNotFound

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: dream is not dream xd

Catch me if you can

@/anonymous - ao3 - 64,146 words - 43/43 chapter(s)

DREAM/TOMMYINNIT + TECHNOBLADE/TUBBO

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: general!techno, bounty hunter!dream, aged up!Tommy, aged up!Tubbo

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

Guilt [tombur]

@/greyality - ao3 - 11,071 words - 6/6 chapter(s)

TOMMYINNIT/WILBUR SOOT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: soulmates, no smut

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

I’m tired of living alone (yeah!!) [gen]

@/acatalepsy - ao3 - 4523 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TOMMY & WILBUR SOOT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: panic attack, asthma attack

Boys will be bugs [gen]

@/ThatRingsABelle - ao3 - 19,647 words - 15/15 chapter(s)

TOMMY!CENTRIC

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: powers, bodyswap

Homestay [georgebur]

@/petric0re - ao3 - 5,157 words - 4/4 chapter(s)

WILBUR SOOT/GEORGENOTFOUND

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: friends to lovers, miscommunication

One Step Backwards [gen]

@/MollyPollyKins, @/tenella - ao3 - 10,377 words - 2/2 chapter(s)

TOMMY!CENTRIC

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: phantommy

There’s a room where the light won’t find us (hold my hand please) [gen]

@/seeds - ao3 - 2,502 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TOMMY & DREAM

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Tommy and dream are siblings, dream is a good guy

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

Ghost hunting [gen]

@/itisjosh - ao3 - 1,250 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

WILBUR SOOT & TOMMYINNIT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: ghost!tommy

Fell in love with the feeling of being cared for [gen]

@/promkingx - ao3 - 1,211 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

WILBUR SOOT & TOMMYINNIT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Tommy has arachnophobia

✰ PERSONAL FAVOURITE

Sisterinnit [gen]

@/amooniesong - ao3 - 2,180 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

TOMMY!CENTRIC

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: Tommy has a baby sister

A gremlins first words [gen]

@/theshycreeper - ao3 - 4,003 words - 3/3 chapter(s)

WILBUR SOOT & TOMMYINNIT

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: baby!Tommy

New religion [dnf]

@/ncthcritic - ao3 - 2,629 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

DREAM/GEORGENOTFOUND

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: smut

hold me gently (keep me safe)

@/SirLiy - ao3 - 3,538 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

SBI

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: vigilante au, vigilante!tommy

[sunshinejins]

snf and ur fav trope (:<

hiiii anon! my favourite trope is kinda hard to pin down but i love the idea of nighttime flirting. it just hits so much different imo. hope you enjoy! i got a lil carried away :)

The world seems to tilt on its axis, stars spinning in dizzy circles across the sky as Sapnap tilts his head up. The air feels crisp with autumn and there’s crushed up bits of leaves in his hair, but as he feels his chest expand with each patient breath, he can’t help but feel at ease. He can hear Dream and Quackity in the background, voices carrying across the backyard despite their clear attempts at whispering, and Sapnap smiles as he hears a vague comment about holy shit if you actually think you’re better at Mario Party than me you need to shut-

“This spot taken?” Sapnap’s eyes shoot up, as he shifts against the rubbery bounce of the trampoline and turns toward the voice. George stands at the ladder to the trampoline, eyes soft with something only midnight can bring and smile shy against the sharp curve of his jaw. Sapnap swallows.

“Nah, all yours.” Leaves crackle beneath George’s socked feet as he clambers to lay beside Sapnap. They’ve rarely used this trampoline for anything other than laying down, sleepovers, the occasional foam noodle battle when the pool gets too cold. Normally, Sapnap ends up out here with his headphones when he wants to stop thinking. Right now, as he watches George tilt his head towards the stars, his mind feels blissfully full.

They don’t talk, because they don’t need to. Sapnap knows George inside and out; knows the way he takes his tea when he’s forced to drink it and the extra sauces he buys from McDonalds. He knows how George likes to sit in silence sometimes, just knowing the other person’s there. He knows that there’s never been a person who looks more beautiful at midnight.

“Do you know how to find the Big Dipper?” George asks, head tilted towards Sapnap now, midnight cocoa eyes trained firmly on his lips. It’s so blatant, that Sapnap assumes he must be imagining it.

“Uh. No. Do you?” George snorts, pearly teeth bright under his smile.

“No. Just thought you would.”

“Why would I?” George shifts. More leaves crackle under their backs. Sapnap feels the press of a navy sock against the length of his calf.

“You’re smart like that.”

“You literally make a living off calling me an idiot.”

“Someone’s gotta pay the bills.” Sapnap’s the one snorting now, the one leaning into George’s space to tug him under his arm. He smells like Irish Spring, bright and sharp, and the pepperoni pizza they’d eaten a few hours earlier. Sapnap lets himself hope.

They fall silent again, because they’ve never had to talk to know what the other one wants. As Dream and Quackity’s voices fade away, overlapping with each other about Mario levels and bets with too much money on them, Sapnap leans forward first to kiss the moonlight off of George’s lips. George retaliates, kissing the smile off Sapnap’s mouth until he’s out of breath and hazey with the thought of George.

The world falls back into place. Sapnap’s hand tucked into George’s as they fall asleep beneath the stars.

[sunshinejins]

5+1 times with georgebur !!!!!!!!!!

NASA MY BELOVED DEAR HEART!!!!!! ofc you sent me an ask klshfslfd. this was originally going to be a full on fic but here, just for you i whipped something up <3

One: he’s falling and he knows he is. Wilbur’s never been one to protect his heart, let alone keep it safe, and he can feel it pushing against his ribcage in pulsing technicolour as he watches George set his camera up.

“I’ve never done an irl vlog before,” George says, eyes squinted at the camera. His hands are shaking a bit from the cold; Wilbur had offered for them to do something slightly warmer, to sit down in a pub and order fries to share so he can pretend it’s an accident when their fingers touch. George had shook his head, claiming the fans needed to see them out and about. He’d been right, naturally, but Wilbur still ached for the close contact.

“Me neither. Better make it a good one, Gogs.”

It’s a great vlog. Wilbur keeps his hands to himself. His heart aches in cerulean.

Two: George has always been the type of person that Wilbur can’t help but want to be around. He feels it in his chest: the tug towards the shorter man, the abject desire to be known m=by him. He puts in all his effort to make sure George knows he’s there, ready and willing. Sometimes it works, and sometimes he’s too oblivious for both of them.

“We never went on our cake date, George,” Wilbur says absently. George is slumped against his sofa, mostly asleep. They’re exhausted, the two of them, from the water course vlog, and George is dangerously close to a concussion. They’re full of shitty fast food burgers and three bottles of lemonade, but as Wilbur looks at George and his mess of dark curls, he thinks maybe this is what heaven looks like.

“D’you want to do it soon, then?” George mutters back, shifting so his cheek rests on Wilbur’s shoulder. The bloom of heat at his touch warms Wilbur down to his core. He resists the urge to touch, reach, feel.

“Yeah, next week?”

“Sure.”

They get red velvet and lemon cake. George blushes as deep burgundy as the pastry when Wilbur pays, and he tries not to dwell too much on it.

Three: Tommy points it out first, because of course he does. He’s seventeen and he’s already far too good at reading people and what they’re thinking. Sometimes it’s convenient, like when he can rouse Niki from a particularly rough Ace Race or when Tubbo needs support on stream. Right now, it’s fucking annoying.

“So how long have you liked him, Wil?” He asks, all uncharacteristic softness and hesitation. Wilbur knows he’s being shy because he thinks this is something new, like Wilbur hasn’t spent the better part of a year tumbling head over heels for a man with a laugh that sounds like daisies. He would appreciate it, truly, if Tommy wasn’t so hell-bent on getting them together.

“I dunno, Tommy. A while.”

“Why haven’t you told him?” Wilbur scoffs.

“He’d never like me like that.”

“Are you sure?”

Maybe he’s not.

Four: They always call them dates, because why not? Friends can go on dates and make the other feel like there’s elephants in their stomach. Friends can swipe mayo off of each other’s lips and lean in too far when someone tells a particularly bad joke. Wilbur’s good at being friends.

He doesn’t want to be friends.

Five: When it comes out, it explodes into the air like a nuclear blast. It’s been nearly a year and a half of this, these feelings, this ever-burning and searing cornflower pain in the edges of his heart. Wilbur can’t keep it in anymore; he’s just a man.

He tells George that he’s in love with him in the middle of a McDonald’s at four in the morning.

Six: George kisses Wilbur at four oh two in the morning with Sprite on his lips and simmering want for more burning underneath his fingertips.

[sunshinejins]

"If we get arrested, it's your fault"

George is with Wilbur during his ghost hunting or whatever you have in mind :]

hi anon! this one threw me for a loop bc to be quite honest, i haven't actually seen wilbur's ghost hunting videos. so take this, and hopefully it's at least a little satisfying :)

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault,” George mutters as he slips under the rusted chain-link of the fence surrounding a most certainly haunted house in Wilbur’s neighborhood. Wilbur just smirks down at him, all bright-dimpled smiles and shining hazelnut eyes.

“What makes you think we’ll be arrested?” He asks as he tucks the fence back into its proper place. George wrinkles his nose as he dusts dirt from the knees of his sweats.

“Maybe the fact that we’re trespassing?” Wilbur laughs and George feels his lips quirk up at the infectious giggle. He’s still not used to it, not after the year and a half they’ve been good friends, nor after the three months that they’ve been balancing on this weird precipice of “not-just-friends-but-not-quite-dating” that he’s not sure he loves but can’t complain about because it means he can wake up some mornings to Wilbur’s messy curls and the sleep-drunk smile that makes George’s stomach feel warm.

Not that he’s told him this of course. Instead he shows his love by telling Wilbur he looks disheveled and basks in the joy of his laugh as Wilbur presses his lips to exposed collarbones and smirks.

Irrelevant now, considering he’s pretty sure Wilbur’s either going to get them sent to prison or he’s going to break his neck.

“Why are you climbing things?” George asks, disguising the slight terror in his tone with disgust as Wilbur hoists himself up the side of the dilapidated building. He probably won’t fall to his death, considering he’s holding the window ledge tightly, but George still doesn’t trust the lanky limbs of the man in front of him.

“How else am I meant to get in?” Wilbur shoots back, attention fully on the window ledge. George scoffs, walks to the front door and pushes it open with barely any effort. The two men lock eyes and it takes a solid ten seconds for Wilbur’s face to erupt in a blush and for him to shyly tilt his head down.

“Could you come help me off the ledge please?” George snorts and gives in, if only to feel the tense muscles under Wilbur’s sweater.

“Remind me why you took me ghost hunting again, Soot?” He mutters as Wilbur slides quickly to the ground, cheeky smile back in place.

“Just looking for an excuse to get you to jump into my arms, Gogy,” Wilbur’s eyes are sparkling and George fights the urge to kiss the stupid expression off his face.

“Well then get the ghost hunting gear. I’d like to see at least one ghost before we’re locked up.”

“We’re not going to get arrested!” Wilbur cries, but George is giggling too hard to pay him any mind anyways.

[sunshinejins]

“Did you just… wait, you love me?”

This prompt with Georgebur please!! George saying this after Wilbur said or did something :eyes:

hi anon! full disclosure: this could be a whole ass fic and i cut it down a TON because i'm just doing little baby fics right now. but!! if you like it, i will certainly consider writing a full fic for ao3 if you ask :)

Parties, Wilbur has decided, are only as fun as the people he’s with. He remembers uni with disdain, memories clouded in too much vodka and hazed grey to be anything other than a nuisance. Parties like this, filled with a bunch of just-barely-turned-eighteen teenagers and a small handful of his bandmates and closest friends, however? They might just be the best parties of his life.

He winds around the party smoothly, topping up drinks and singing snatches of song lyrics as he recognizes them. Tommy’s jumping up and down, blonde curls wild with sweat and glee; Tubbo next to him looking equal parts exhausted and exhilarated. Jack and Niki have taken control of the aux cord, and Ash is rating their playlists with a practiced eye and a beer in his hand. Then, Wilbur’s eyes focus, and the smile that curves across his cheeks is nearly too embarrassing for him to process.

It’s hard to not smile though. Not when George is sitting on his kitchen island laughing as though Fundy’s just told the funniest joke in the world and his smile looks like it’s got bits of sunlight cast through it. Wilbur tries, in his defense, to school his expression before wandering over.

He’s unsuccessful.

“How many have you had, Wil, Jesus!” Fundy laughs, stepping aside so Wilbur can slot himself into the space between the two of them. The smile George gives him fizzes in his stomach like lemonade and it’s all Wilbur can do to keep from spilling his heart out onto the linoleum floor.

“Only one, actually! Just happy to be here,” Wilbur angles his smile towards George who simply giggles and takes a sip from his cup. He tries to ignore the way George’s eyebrows quirk up beneath his fringe and the way he holds the plastic solo cup like it’s made of glass. Fundy shakes his head.

“Whatever man! I’m gonna go find Niki.”

“Living room!” Wilbur calls towards his retreating back before turning back to George and feeling the distinct flip in his chest at the fond expression on his friend’s face.

“I’ve barely seen you tonight, Wil. Almost thought you were ignoring me,” George rolls his eyes dramatically and Wilbur laughs, chest heaving. George isn’t fully wrong; it’s hard to ignore the feelings of inloveinloveinlove that roll around in his chest like marbles when he’s had a bit to drink.

“Just been busy, Gogy. But I’ll always make time for you.” Wilbur simpers, playing up for the crowd of zero around them. George bursts into peals of laughter and the feeling in Wilbur’s stomach pulses again.

“Oh because you love me, right?” George teases. Wilbur freezes. He’s not sure how long he stands there, heart on his sleeve with Pitbull blaring in his ears before George’s face softens into something he’s never seen before.

“Wait… You love me?”

Wilbur’s never been a very good liar.

When he leans forward to catch George’s lips with his own, he feels like his heart has clattered to a stop in his chest. When George simply grins, sunlight and roses, and leans forward to kiss him again with a hand fisted firmly in his curls?

Well, Wilbur’s never quite felt so alive.

[sunshinejins]

here i stay, pray (just for better days)

“I get heavy sometimes,” Dream says softly, fingers trailing softly over George’s arm, “and when I’m heavy, it gets hard to get up.”

“Like mentally heavy?”

“It starts like that,” Dream nods slowly, “but it always gets worse.” George nods for him to continue, a silent promise that he won’t interrupt, and Dream inhales deeply.

***otherwise known as a hurt/comfort fic that came to life because the holidays were hard this year.  you can read it here on my ao3!

[sunshinejins]

early morning orange frutopia

The sun has barely begun to peek through the curtains when George’s eyes open. He squints against the slight brightness, furrowing his brows as he runs one hand over his eyes and the other over the spot in the bed next to him. The sheets are empty, cold, but still lightly scented in what he’s come to recognize as Dream’s cedar body wash. George can’t help but grunt. He hates mornings, but he hates mornings when he wakes up alone even more.

He’s about to scrounge for his phone to send Dream a very annoyed text message about having to wake up by himself on a Saturday morning, when the door to the room creaks and a sheepish Dream sneaks through the door.

“Oh shit,” he mutters as he takes in the rumpled mess of George’s hair and shirt and the way that he’s very much awake in their bed, “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”

*** otherwise known as the simple and fluff-filled sequel to late night strawberry frutopia and my official goodbye and i love you to dteamblr and the fandom.  you can read it here <3

[sunshinejins]

joy’s fic masterlist

these are all my fics sorted from oldest to newest!  i’ll put asterisks next to my personal favourites and i’ll indicate if the fics are ongoing or not next to the description <3

fics under the cut!

late night strawberry frutopia - word count: 18,962 / rating: teen and up

the first dnf fic i ever wrote!  uni!au where george is dream and sapnap’s new roommate and dream slowly falls in love with him.  this one does include use of dream’s real name.

in the dark, i find you - word count: 3,780 / rating: mature (for violence) ***

the first part of my fic series called “dnf versus the entity” where i put dream and george into the dead by daylight universe!  this series is based on the video game dead by daylight, but you don’t need to have played the game to read the fics-- i try to explain the universe pretty well.  this fic is from george’s perspective as he meets dream.  a personal favourite of mine!

astro blastin’ - word count: 5,161 / rating: teen and up

disneyland au!  dream is a cast member working the buzz lightyear astro blasters, and george is the pretty tourist who keeps going on the ride.  my love of disneyland really came through in this fic, and i had a lot of fun writing it.

for you, i’d do it all - word count: 2,703 / rating: mature (for violence) ***

the second part of my “dnf versus the entity” series.  this takes place in dream’s pov and it includes a decent chunk of dream and sapnap’s friendship.  i wrote this in four hours and it’s one of my favourite things i’ve ever written.

the courage of stars - word count: 1,673 / rating: teen and up

a short and fluffy one shot!  i basically wax poetic about george and use a theoretical dreamcon as a plotline.

i’m in love with a fairytale - word count: 3,529 / rating: teen and up ***

5+1 fic where dream slowly realizes everything about george is addicting.  this is also the fic where i accidentally manifested george using a headband.  i love this fic, and i hold it very close to my heart.

so my friend, our time is done - word count: 995 / rating: teen and up

short character study on c!sapnap and c!george and their perspectives on dream.  there’s a bit of dreamxd/george but not much.  honestly something i needed to write to kick my writer’s block.

after hours steak & eggs - word count: 1,770 / rating: teen and up ***

an au where george is a long suffering denny’s employee and dream doesn’t know how to flirt.  i loved writing this fic so much, it was such a fun time!

home, brownies, and chipotle - word count: 920 / rating: general 

i listened to “when you walk away” by 5sos and tried to distill the essence of that song into a fic.  it turned into a wonderfully warm little fic about the dream team’s friendship and the first time they meet george.

so baby hold on to my heart - word count: 1,143 / rating: general ***

song fic based on “strong” by one direction.  i wrote this on four hours of sleep when i was really in my feels about dream and george being each other’s person.  i’m pretty proud of this one!

hit the pedal, heavy metal - word count: 2,207 / rating: mature

another song fic based on a one direction song hehe!  this one is a spicy little summer au based on “rock me” and it’s the closest ya girl will ever get to smut.  you can blame dream’s suit pictures for this one.

to build a home - word count: 648 / rating: general

honestly, this is a really sad fic about george drifting apart from dream.  i wrote this when i was sad, and it shows.  super short and based on “to build a home” by the cinematic orchestra.

without you, i am lost - word count: 2,042 / rating: mature (for violence) ***

part three of the dead by daylight series!  this one focuses on george’s first death in the series, and it’s a mix of hurt/comfort and just the right touch of angst.  i loved writing it <3

[sunshinejins]

tink tonk

literally blame @j-arlkacobs for this.  she sent me this tiktok, said it was something sapnap would send to george, and then basically demanded i write a crack fic for it (i would do anything for her and she knows this)

here u go

“I have a TikTok to send you,” Sapnap says over the phone.  George snorts and rolls over, burying his face into his pillow.  It’s late, or maybe it’s very early; he’s lost track of whether his sleep schedule is messed up or not.  Sapnap had called him, claiming that he needed a partner in crime to scroll TikTok with, and George had been too tired/endeared/passive/pleased to deny him.

“Then send it,” George answers, voice muffled by feathers and striped sheets.  Sapnap giggles, teasing and warm.

“Okay but if I send it, George, you have to promise to take it seriously.” George gives a grunt of half-asleep agreement and his phone buzzes immediately with the text.  With one eye open, he manages to tap the link and TikTok loads on his phone immediately.

It’s a blonde girl speaking to the camera, and George chuckles to himself as she starts begging for the hypothetical person on the other side to passionately make out with her.  It’s a funny TikTok, and George is about to make some side remark about how lonely Sapnap sounds when he remembers his friend’s warning.

“Sapnap.”

“George.”

“You’re asking me to passionately make out with you?” Sapnap giggles again.

“What if I was?”

“You’d be an idiot.”

“Is that a no?” George sighs, buries his face in his pillow again and lets his burning eyes slide shut with a smile.

“Not a no.  Buy me a plane ticket, Stinknap.” He hears the spluttered shock from Sapnap’s end and laughs to himself as he drifts to sleep.  There’s a month left of the travel ban before he can head to Florida.

Maybe he’s got some fun plans for when he arrives.

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ouhhh dreamnap cooking together,,,,but its like 2am and one of them wanted pancakes

hiiii jude!! sorry this took so long my week got a lil crazy and intense. here's some dreamnap softness for you <333 i'm a sucker for this ship.

Dream thinks he read a poem once about nights like this: where midnight seems to melt into the creases of the kitchen and soak into the whispers of socked feet against the ground. He’s tired, the kind of light sleepiness that clings to the corners of eyes and tips gravel into voices, but he can’t stop the smile from spreading as slow as syrup across his face. Sapnap’s sitting at the kitchen island, glassy eyes half trained on Dream’s face and half closed with exhaustion. He’s wearing one of Dream’s hoodies and a pair of sweats that make him look equal parts endearing and cozy. His hands are clasped in front of him in barely suppressed joy as he watches Dream crack an egg against the side of a mixing bowl.

Honestly, seeing his boyfriend so excited at the concept of 2am pancakes is enough to fill Dream’s heart with powdered sugar and sunshine for the rest of his life.

“Remind me again why I’m doing this for you?” Dream teases, voice heavy as he tips milk into the bowl and whisks. Sapnap gives him a smile filled with pearly teeth and unabashed sunflower yellow happiness.

“Because you love me and you’re my sugar daddy?” Dream snorts, nearly spitting out the sip of orange juice he’d been attempting to take.

“Sugar daddies give you money. I’m making you shitty pancakes”

“I’ll be the judge of if they’re shitty, excuse you,” Sapnap mocks, leaning back on his stool. They both know he’ll never judge Dream’s cooking, not when he’s literally the only one who cooks around here. Besides, there’s no heat behind Dream’s faked annoyance anyhow: regardless of how close he’d been to sleep, nose tucked into the chestnut of Sapnap’s hair and dreams pressing at the backs of his eyelids, he’d drop anything to make Sapnap smile. Which, now apparently included late night pancake dates.

“Next time, we’re going to Denny’s,” Dream threatens as he tips the batter into a sizzling pan. Sapnap shrugs, having sidled out of his seat to mold his front to Dream’s back and press searing tiny kisses across his neck.

“I’m a Waffle House man, myself.”

“You’re a menace is what you are.” Sapnap giggles and Dream half turns to meet his lips in a kiss that tastes like sour Skittles and mint gum. He drinks it in, grinning when Sapnap pouts as he pulls away.

“The pancakes will be burnt if you keep this up,” Dream chastises, flipping the bubbling cakes quickly. He feels Sapnap’s shrug against him, slow and fluid.

“That’s a price I gotta pay for some sweet smooches then,” Sapnap kisses wetly, obnoxiously, against Dream’s throat and he can’t help the bubble of laughter that explodes from his chest. It’s the middle of the night, his boyfriend is ridiculous, and the warm feeling in his chest feels like coming home.

Dream has the sense to flick the stove off before gathering Sapnap into his arms and kissing him like he’s stolen his heart from his ribcage. Fluttery bubbles build in his bloodstream as they kiss; Dream leans into the sensation like he could live off it.

“Your pancakes are gonna be burnt and cold now,” he teases against Sapnap’s lips. Sapnap grunts, threading his fingers through dirty blond hair and tugging.

“Fucking worth it. Now shut up.”

Dream does.

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👀 ohohoho...dreamnap + 11 for the kiss prompts?

titan my beloved <3 just for you! also please listen to the song.. it's my absolute favourite of all time!!

“What song is this?” Dream blinks, galaxies and half-thought video ideas spinning away from his eyes as he focuses on Sapnap at the foot of his bed. He’s wearing a Dream hoodie, one of Dream’s Dream hoodies, and he looks suitably ruffled, like he’s just woken up from a nap himself. The peaks of auburn hair and sleep crinkles by his eyes give him away.

“Uh,” Dream’s voice feels like pebbles scratching at his throat as he casts a glance at his phone screen, “Saturn by Sleeping at Last.”

“You’ve been looping it for like an hour now,” Sapnap comes forward, settles into the space at Dream’s side that’s laid carved out for him, “It’s a nice song.”

“It makes me think,” Dream gives as a response as his eyes fall shut again, nose turning to fall into the waves of Sapnap’s hair. He smells like clean cotton, lavender, and home and it brings a smile to Dream’s lips.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Sapnap’s lips brush his throat as he speaks. The thoughts in his head stutter.

“Everything. You, me, George. Our future, our past.”

“That song makes you think that much?”

“I think it was written for people who think,” Dream confesses, “All of their music is.” They lay silently; Sapnap’s hands have begun to trace patterns across Dream’s chest. Dream knows he could say more – there’s eighty-nine things that have been on his mind lately and Sapnap is the subject of eighty of them. He could take this time, amongst violins and mental images of planets and the starry night sky to tell him.

He doesn’t have to. Sapnap just knows.

Dream feels when Sapnap’s lips brush the corner of his mouth, and he has half a mind to make a joke about their socks still being on. He doesn’t. Instead he smiles warmly, and presses a kiss back. It’s a bit warmer, a bit more solidly on the lips, but still soft.

The song restarts, Dream can feel himself relax into the sheets at the swell of violin and the thump of bass.

“Stay here tonight.” It’s a wish, not a question. Sapnap nods, eyes closing as he leans firmly into the crook of Dream’s neck.

“Always.”

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hi joy !! perhaps some dreamnap + huddling for warmth ? i just really like fluff ok fsgjkhdl 🥺👉👈

hiiii dev <333 please if you want more dreamnap don't hesitate to ask <3 i love the ship and i want to practice writing them more! here you go !!

“You’re an idiot, Sapnap,” Dream rolls his eyes as he slams the door to the car shut. His arms are quaking, tremors shaking his entire body as he tries to rub warmth back into his frozen limbs. Outside, snow swirls merrily against the windshield and across the worn asphalt of the highway. Sapnap gives him a look, half “I’m-sorry-I-know-this-is-my-fault” and half “I’m-gonna-murder-you” and Dream makes the solid assumption that their weekend plans may have tanked a bit.

“You’re the idiot who decided that we could drive from New York to Vermont on a half-tank of gas and with a single blanket, Dream. I’m not the one to blame here.” Dream sighs, tucking his chin into the crease of his hoodie.

“You’re the idiot who decided we needed to fly to New York to meet Karl for a week for that MrBeast thing.”

“And you’re the idiot who came with me!”

“And you’re the idiot who wanted to go skiing in the middle of March!”

“Well there’s clearly enough snow for it!” Sapnap snaps and the indignant expression on his face is enough to pop the bubble of annoyance in Dream’s chest and make laughter spill from his lips instead. Sapnap smiles, bitten lips pulled tight over his chattering teeth as he folds into himself and attempts to bury further under the flannel blanket in question. Dream reaches his arm across the car.

“Come here. Cuddle for warmth.”

“I’m sure that’s the only reason why you want to cuddle with me, huh Dream?” Sapnap teases, though the words lose their bite with each shiver that wracks his shoulders. He tucks into Dream’s side without further complaint, and the two of them sigh in relief at the instant spike of warmth. Dream presses his nose to Sapnap’s head and inhales the mahogany comfort along with a pleasant curl of warm skin.

“Sorry our skiing date didn’t pan out, Sap.” Sapnap shrugs, buries his head deeper into Dream’s chest, and lets his olive eyes fall closed.

“S’okay. You can make it up to me next time.” Dream chuckles, the sensation like peppermint tea in his throat, and settles for rubbing his thumbs across the planes of Sapnap’s thighs. The tow truck will be there soon enough.

They’ve got time.

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has anybody ever said no to you?

Parties, Wilbur has decided, are only as fun as the people he’s with. He remembers uni with disdain, memories clouded in too much vodka and hazed grey to be anything other than a nuisance. He’d been miserable and it had shown in his attitudes and the way he’d held himself around strangers. Parties like this, however? Where his tiny flat was filled to the brim with a bunch of just-barely-turned-eighteen teenagers and a small handful of his bandmates and closest friends? They might just be the best parties of his life.

*** otherwise known as a georgebur fic that was requested on my tumblr, and my first attempt at writing this pairing!  you can read it here on my ao3!  this was also based on one of my old tumblr prompts so if you want to see more from me, please feel free to reach out!

[sunshinejins]

Hmm. If you're still doing the writing thing, how about Dreamnap with either Cooking for the other or Clothes Sharing(the trope where they wear each other's clothes)

(Why can I not remember any trope names? My brain is acting like a leaky sieve. :P @ my brain)

-^_^ Anon

me: i want tropes! also me: forgetting all tropes ever so don't even worry, anon! i hope i did this justice? i'm imagining them being college age because i'm currently in uni and eternally tired hehe <3

It’s ass o’clock in the morning, Sapnap’s pretty much convinced that the only way to properly wake him at at this point is to stick him with an IV full of espresso and Mango Loco Monster, and Dream’s got the audacity to look at him like he’s hung the sun and the stars.

“Well good morning, beautiful,” he teases, leaning over to ruffle the waves of Sapnap’s hair, eyes bright and sparkling against the pale dawn that’s rising over the football field. Sapnap bats his hand away, only to lean forward and let his chin fall into the crease between Dream’s throat and shoulder. He feels the press of Dream’s lips at his temple and he leans up for a slow kiss before letting his head fall back down.

“You kept me up too late last night,” he mumbles into his boyfriend’s neck. Dream smells like a mix of Sapnap’s shampoo, all musky mahogany and mint, and his own laundry detergent, soft and lemony. Dream rubs his hand up and down Sapnap’s back slowly, pressing unsaid words of love into the skin.

“You’re the one who just needed to finish that season of Parks and Rec,” Dream chuckles from where his mouth is pressed to Sapnap’s hair. He hums, digging chilled fingertips into the fabric of Dream’s practice jersey.

“Semantics,” Sapnap says, eyes falling shut. They stand there a moment, swaying in early morning breeze and seeping comfort from each other’s bones. Eventually, Dream pulls back, pressing the softest of kisses to Sapnap’s head.

“Come on. Coach will be wondering where we are.” Sapnap groans, eternally annoyed and still aching for a mix of more sleep and energy drinks, but he untangles his limbs from around Dream’s and follows him across the field and into the gym where the rest of their team has gathered.

Sapnap’s still fighting off the worst of his yawns as he settles into a spot on the floor next to Punz. Dream stands beside Coach Bad, hair ruffled in peaks of sandy blonde and eyes twinkling as he regards his team. It’s not that Sapnap forgets that Dream’s the captain, but times like this where he seems to wear the authority with grace on the sharp edges of his shoulders seem especially relevant.

Bad’s saying something, Sapnap’s not paying an overt amount of attention if he’s being honest. He’s lost in staring at Dream, at his easy smile, at the pull of his sweats against his thighs, at his-

Fuck.

At his practice jersey that’s very clearly stamped with Sapnap’s name and Sapnap’s number that Bad’s already looking at with a raised eyebrow.

“I wasn’t aware that we had two Sapnap’s on our team now,” Bad says with a smile as the team chuckles and whistles. Dream has the audacity to blush dark peony pink, smile sheepish as he turns the hem over in his fingertips.

“Coach, it’s not my fault that Sap’s shirt is just so much softer than mine,” Dream says, sheepish and cocky all at once. Bad rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

“Alright, well don’t come crying to me when someone calls out a pass for Sapnap and you both turn around.”