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kayla-crazy-stuffs · 3 years

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If ur taking requests still, maybe protective noms (dteam?). There's a lot of pred knowing it's safe or both parties not knowing. Maybe it'll be fun to write prey who knows it's safe and they don't freak out when an instinct driven friend does it. And the pred who did it in the heat of the moment trying to keep their friends safe Panic™

It took a bit of time to start writing it but here it is :)

I changed a bit the situation of the ask. He doesn't noms them to protect them. The pred just noms his little friends unaware of it and panics when he wakes up. Hope u don't mind it. If you have doubts tell me, please.

TW: Unaware, safe/soft vore, willing preys, unaware pred, digestion mention (none happens)

George used the weekend to rest as his little friends kept him busy all week and now all George wanted to do was sleep.

He asked the borrowers to let him rest for a day, which they agreed to since they were bothering him all these days. With that George went to bed while Dream and Sapnap stayed in the living room.

A couple of hours passed and the house was silent. Dream was lying on a cushion on the sofa while Sapnap was pacing impatiently across the coffee table in the living room.

"Ughhhh… This is boring!" Sapnap said as he tossed his bag aside. "Then go do something." Dream replied as he sat down. "But there's nothing to do! ....... I'm going to wake up George." "Sapnap, NO." Dream said seriously as he finished getting up.

"Come on dude, he's had enough rest already." Sapnap complained seeing how Dream jumped from the sofa to the table to stand next to him. "Two hours is not enough, Sap." "But! - Wait… What if we keep him company?" He suggested him leaving Dream confused. "What are you talking about?"

Sapnap put an arm around Dream's shoulders as he responded. "You do know that George sleeps on his back and with his mouth open, right?" Dream frowned in thought. "Wait… do you want to make George swallow us while he sleeps?" Sapnap nodded. "Exactly!"

Dream hesitated about this, he didn't know if they should. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sapnap nodded again. "We'll be fine Dream, remember he can't digest us." "But he doesn't know, he's going to freak out when he knows we're there." Dream answered crossing his arms. "Easy, if George freaks out, I'll calm him down." Dream rolled his eyes. "Ok, let's go."

They made their way to George's room by going through the tunnels in the wall, arriving in no time at George's nightstand. They adjusted their hooks as best they could and slowly lowered themselves off the table.

As soon as they reached the ground, they approached George's bed, starting to climb using the sheets. Once on top, Sapnap moved forward preparing to climb on George's face.

"Sap, be careful, remember that being asleep he can hurt us by accident." Dream whispered to him, not wanting to wake up the sleeping human, walking next to him. Sapnap nodded, as he climbed onto George's face, Dream following behind.

He moved closer to his mouth, sitting on his lower lip with his legs dangling inside it, as he stared at Dream for a moment. "See you down there." He said before going all the way into the mouth and as George was laying down, his legs went straight into the throat, which reflexively swallowed at the intrusion, pushing Sapnap all the way down the throat.

He was quickly pushed down by the muscles, entering the stomach in no time. He leaned back against the wall when he heard George swallow again, letting him know that Dream was on his way.

Not even twenty seconds passed when his friend joined him in the small space. Once the two of them were there, Sapnap settled down and closed his eyes to sleep. Dream followed his lead and before long, both borrowers fell asleep.

Several hours later, George woke up with an additional weight on his stomach, which confused him since he did not remember eating anything. Leaving his room, he went looking for Dream and Sapnap. He searched the whole house but didn't find them. Strange… After a moment he decided to call them.

"Dream? Sapnap?" He felt a hit inside the stomach. "Shut up, we're sleeping!" He heard Sapnap say… In his stomach. IN HIS STOMACH. "Wait… oh shit-" "What the fuck?!" What are you doing there?!" He said panicking.

"George, wait, we're fine! "Hearing this, he panicked even more." How are you okay!? You guys are in my stomach!" "George, please listen to us. We're fine, borrowers can't be digested." George gasped. "W-what? Can't you…-? Why didn't you ever tell me!?" Both borrowers felt a little guilty. "Sorry, Georgie. It didn't occured us to tell you..."

After calming down a bit, George replied. "Next time let me know, please." "Okay... so can we go back to sleep?" George chuckled. "I guess..." He felt the borrowers get comfy after hearing his answer and added. "Rest well."

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sweetberrysmooch · 4 years

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HC: Call This The ‘Can This Man Cook’ Section

(….. I don’t think these men can cook 😔)

First post pog :D I wrote a majority of these super late at night, so please forgive and let me know of any mistakes you find <3 Also, it’s a little long lol

Characters: Dream, George, SapNap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur, Technoblade, Philza, Quackity, Fundy, Schlatt.

Warnings: None, except for a kinda risqué comment in Philza’s. Oh and I guess there’s mentions of eating meat in case someone wants the warning :3

Song Recommendation: I Love You So- The Walters

Hella fluffy! Hope you enjoy <3

From best to worst:

#1: BadBoyHalo-

Bad is the best at cooking on the server. He is the creme of the crop, absolute top one percent, king shit at cooking.

He can cook, bake, and temper chocolate perfectly, what more could you want?

His favorite to-go recipes are cheesy garlic bread and a special spicy chicken and rice recipe which he typically makes when the boys are over at his house for the night. When he’s with you he goes for something a little smoother, some mulled sweet berry cider with a smoked cod fillet, eaten under the light of candles while you quietly chat about life and your fellow friends. It’s always one of Bad’s most anticipated hangouts, and he’s very careful about planning when it comes to those days.

While he appreciates being complimented on his food or his skills, deep down he wants to have someone to cook and share his knowledge with so the cooking process becomes much richer. He’s cooked for so long and learned so much, but it means nothing if he can’t share it with another person. The moment you come to him and ask him for help on any kind of recipe, he’ll drop almost everything to help you.

Side note; he absolutely carried lunch and dinner for his fellow DTeam members. While Sapnap would mostly take over breakfast, Bad would be hounded by begging puppy looks from these adult men who couldn’t cook and kind of just sigh and get the ‘kiss the cook’ apron ready. It’s not like he hates it or anything, but the endearing factor kinda slips off after a few years of adult men groveling.

(Bad’s hands rest over yours, dwarfing them entirely as he helps you cut the pasta sheet straightly. “There you go!” He encourages, squeezing your hand gently and stepping away, moving back to dice the vegetables on the cutting board next to you. A comfortable silence falls, and with it comes something in Bad’s heart softening. The worries and exhaustion in his mind ease, and he slips into a contented routine of finely chopping and slicing. It’s been a while since he’s felt so calm. There’s nothing that can ruin this-

The front door slams open. Footsteps walk in and approach the kitchen and you both hear it,

“Baaaaaaaaad.” Bad cringes, taking a step back.

“Baaaaaaaaaaad, we’re hungry.” Sapnap.

“Yeah Bad, feeeeeeeed uuuuuuus.” George.

And then, from around the door frame, a white mask peeks in. Nobody says a word, but you can feel Bad deflate next to you like let go balloon.

“It’s alright, big guy.” You laugh, grabbing his forearm and leaning up against him. His sad puppy eyes make you smile a little, and you try to reassure him. “We can hang out alone another time. Let’s keep working on the pasta.” He sighs, but still returns your smile. “Yeah, another time.”)

#2: Philza

Sigh…. he can cook. Not quite as good as Bad can, but better than Quackity. A solid second place. It stems mainly from being so knowledgeable that he just knows and has tried so many different foods, but since he doesn't actually do much cooking, I'm making him a flaky second place.

Doesn’t mind cooking, but doesn’t love doing it either. He’s always focused on so many different things that he’ll forgo eating to keep working on what he’s doing. He mostly cooks for Techno and Ranboo or the few guests (you) they seem to receive. Makes great stew, and even better roasted chicken, is absolutely immaculate when it comes to cooking bird.

He didn’t teach Wilbur or Techno shit! I wish I could say it’s because he wanted to but just couldn’t, but he was literally like “hmm. Im a little busy now, maybe next year” every year!! But, this being said, if you ask him to make something with you or teach you how to cook a particular dish, he will agree to help you. Old age has really mellowed him out, and after certain events, he realizes he needs to stay a bit closer to those he cares about from now on.

He likes sweets well enough, and will always thank you for any gifts you make for him. Along with growing older, he’s had time to lose his pickiness he had in his youth. If he does end up cooking with you, he’ll prefer doing the harder recipes over easy ones. He will lose it laughing if it turns out bad, so don’t worry about any disappointment (his children make up enough of that ^^).

(“Now,” Phil starts, washing his hands quickly as you wait for him next to the cutting board. “Pufferfish needs to be prepared perfectly, or we will die when we eat it. But I don’t need to explain to you how a pufferfish works, now do I?”

When you shake your head no, he comes up behind you, tarnished wings bound and hair pulled up in a pony tail.

“The meat of a pufferfish is very delectable, and much better with a glass of wine.” He grins cheekily, “ If this works out well, which I’m sure it will, dinner will be delicious.”

It falls quiet for a second, and as your hesitantly looking over the fish that may be your last, you gasp when you feel him press up against you back and rest his chin on your shoulder. “Maybe there’ll be other delicious things to eat as well,” He murmurs into you ear, before leaning back and busting out laughing. Your face feels stupidly hot. Dilfza quest activated.)

#3: Quackity-

Quackity:

Quackity can cook. I know!! I’d say he’s like the third best cooker on the list. And he’s not half bad at baking either.

He likes making up stupid bad recipes and trying them out with you, even if at the end of it the one of you up chucks your damned creations the hour after. Despite his reigning need for chaos though, he knows how to make a decent amount of recipes and strives for praise when he’s actually putting forward effort. He’ll arrange little dinner dates (“A handsome man and his very pretty friend, good food made by yours truly, and La Chona, what do you say, baby?”) and will sit there with a 🥺 look on his face until you tell him if you liked it or not.

He tries to act like he’s unaffected by your words, but even a small, “That was really good.” will make him turn red and giggle like a schoolgirl. He tries to play it off, but it’s easy to tell he loves the complements. Will also never tell you anything you make is bad. You are a deity descended upon minecraft Earth and he is but your prettiest disciple who will uphold your honor and treat you like you should be treated!!!! But he’ll then promptly choose to help you with and guide you into cooking/baking better ^^; He loves you!

As for baking, he really likes making cakes because of how simple they can be. It helps calm him down when he can just slip into bake mode and follow a recipe and make something nice at the end of it. Speaking of, he also has a sweet tooth, but not quite as bad as Techno does. Any sweets or food you make for him is always eaten, and always held in high regard. Will try to entice you into feeding him 👀👀 so watch out.

(He’s doing it again. You try to avoid looking directly at the dopey lovesick smile Quackity has on his face at the moment, but as you lift the fork up, you get a better idea.

You look at him (to which he seems to melt a little under your gaze), look at the fork, and then back to him, raising the piece of cake up to his lips. His expression turns flabbergasted and his blush deepens.

He doesn’t seem to believe you for a second, until you nudge the cake close and flash him a smile. Then it’s like a switch has been flicked; he giggles, blushing, and eats the cake right off the fork. He’s gone back to smiling that silly smile again, this time even brighter, but it’s okay. You try to ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest when he begs you for another piece.)

#4: Schlatt-

Another cooker~! He specializes with formal dinners more than anything else, and adores a good steak.

During his presidency, he didn’t cook very often. Quackity and you had to keep him fed through most of it, and the memory of watching you cook in his kitchen while he looked over work papers at his dining table leaves a mark on him, sealing a new crave for domesticity that he hadn’t ever wanted before.

Sometimes he would cook though. You, Quackity, and Tubbo would all gather around and eat together every once in a blue moon, when Schlatt was sober and calm. It feels tense at the table but also not in a way? Schlatt always seems to be chillest during dinner, a mix of the alcohol wearing off and the emphatic family feel that comes with Tubbo, Quackity, and you surrounding him.

He loves cake! It’s one of the few desserts he’ll eat, but you have to watch him closely or he’ll gorge himself of the treat. Indulge him and invite him to make a cake with you, and it will be one of the most interesting bakes of your life. How Schlatt got three eggs to stick to the ceiling is beyond you, but the look in his eyes tells you he’s completely fucking sober and hamming up his own cluelessness. You probably wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for him hiding all the other eggs around your kitchen as well. How did he get one on the top of your door without it falling when you opened it? That’s between him and god.

Overall, a good 4th place on the list.

(“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Schlatt says, deadpanned, looking you right in the fucking eyes with an undisturbed egg sitting perfectly straight on his head.

“Where are the eggs, Schlatt.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Schlatt.”

“Yes.”

The container you kept them in is completely empty on your kitchen counter, once full of eggs but now reduced to a desolate husk of its former glory. Speaking of former glories, your president turns around, arms crossed and stands there silently.

You look around. Theres one in the door handle of in the pantry, another wedged between two slices of bread in your bread box, and- oh god. On the fucking ceiling. Three, stuck to the ceiling, unmovable. After a full minute of dead silence you manage a “What the fuck have you done?”, and Schlatt turns to look.

“Oh hey. There they are.” Your mind turns into a rock, shatters, and crumbles into dust.)

#5: Dream-

Honestly if you’re looking for edible food that tastes range from ok to good Dream is your man. 5th place.

He knows a lot of ‘depression era’ type recipes just because he’s pretty homeless and his man hunts don’t allow him much time to hone his skills. Stuff like bread or mushroom stew comes easy to him after so many times of having to do it on the run. Bread is the only baking he won’t screw up.

Can cook meat well enough too, but doesn’t really do anything special to it (besides his sauces).

To elaborate: Over the unknown span of his life, he’s acquired these recipes for forgotten and questionable sauces that he’ll store in little jars and leave at your house for you to use. They’re odd, and the ingredients aren’t ever what you think might be edible, but they’re surprisingly tasty none the less. He likes to show you a new one every month or so to keep things fresh.

Pretty general about sweets, but has a severe love for chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Has never had one, but dreams about chocolate cake. It’s high on his bucket list and written another four times over.

One of his favorite things to do with you is bake, mainly because of how ruinous it always turns out. No matter your skill, Dream’s vibes decimates any luck the two of you will have while baking. It’s scientifically proven. You left the cupcakes in for a minute-JUST a minute over what they should’ve been and they came out rock solid. Dream tried to eat one anyway. Best part was watching him try to bite through the shell.)

(He thinks he’s over selling it, half-gnawing on the brown cupcake (it was supposed to be vanilla, he thought) and making stupid growls when his teeth barely break through the surface, but the feeling he gets when you start laughing hysterically next to him wipes away any negative thought he had and fills him with utter joy.

It's very late into the night, and you’re both a little loopy, but all the while you still lean against him as you giggle, the spot tingling where your hand rests on his arm.

His heart thumps crazily, before sinking. Oh god. He’s in love with you.)

#6: Technoblade-

Knows a lot, but very little. He can cook the meat perfectly fine, but there’s a difference between being cooked and tasting good. He doesn’t know how to season them. Salt is the bare minimum you get.

6th place ^^; sorry king.

He’s good with potatoes though. I like to think that the countless hours spent potato farming had to account for something. He likes having cheese and butter on them every once in a while, but for the most part just eats them salted like an animal. It’s practically a show to watch him eat a cooked potato in three bites without anything but salt on it.

Big man loves food though, even if he doesn’t eat like it. Steak and cooked fish are high on his list of foods, but only if it’s cooked by Philza. And eventually you fall into his “I trust to eat this from you” category as well, but he has a special place in his heart for Phil’s cooking. Rabbit stew is at the very top.

He also eats a lot, being 6’10 and 200 something pounds of muscle, gotta consume quite a bit to keep him moving.

As for the sweeter variety of food, he’s got a massive sweet tooth. The moment you make him an apple pie or honey candy or anything of the like, he’s immediately enamored with you. Sweet things are hard to come by on the smp, especially with how far out he lives, but it’s a secret weakness of his that is very easily exploitable.

(You’ll be the death of him, he thinks, watching you closely as you trudge your way through the freshly fallen snow towards his house. Your normal pack is lighter than it usually looks, and he worries that you may slip and hurt yourself on the ice before you make it to the door. But still, you keep walking until you're standing at his doorstep, fist raised to knock when he opens it for you.

You look surprised for a second, and then a grin splits your face and his heart races.

“I can’t stay for long,” you say, having spent at least 30 minutes to get there. “But I wanted to drop this off for you before you went out to hunt again.”

Out of the bag, you pull another smaller leather bag and hand it to him gently. It rests heavy in his palm, and for a moment he’s sure it’s ender pearls that you’ve brought him. But still he opens it, and he’s immediately taken aback by the smooth golden candies you brought him.

“They’re honey candies.” At this point you’re practically grinning. “I thought you might like some while I was making them last night.”

He doesn’t have to see his own face to feel the deep blush setting in on his cheeks and ears. You…. you’re so…… sweet. You are very…. sweet, he admits to himself, and he is very not attached to you. Not at all.)

#7: Fundy and Sapnap tie.

Fundy-

Has his old man's cluelessness but is a fast learner. He doesn’t have much time to expand his food repertoire so it’s pretty much the basic stuff that he’s eaten during the war or before that when he was younger.

He really likes cooking though, and will invite you to come cook with him for dinner or lunch if he wants to hang out. When they were together, Dream had given him an old dusty cookbook that had several recipes he hadn’t ever heard of before, so that’s where most of what he tries to make comes from. His favorite to date was a special mutton dish that he asked you to try with him on his last birthday. It was just the two of you, but he had never had so much fun before.

Doesn’t like eating fish however, there’s just some bad vibe he gets when he thinks about cooking one or catching one. (Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Desperately ignores the fish fucker. Despera-)

Loves sweet berries as treats, seeing as that’s the only sweet thing he grew up with. Not too big on other sweet flavors. Likes honey in his tea though.

7th place cooker, will get higher as he learns more dishes.

(He raises his wine high with a laugh, clinking your glass with it as you both giggle drunkenly.

The lamb you had cooked together turned out amazing, juicy and tender and flavored with crimson fungus juice. The recipe was from an old cookbook he had, he faintly remembers telling you, hiding the fact that it was Dream’s cookbook that he was given after a particularly nasty argument.

He doesn’t want to think about him, especially not while he’s with you. Especially not when it’s his birthday.

So instead he ponders the trip through the nether he took with you to harvest some of the fungi, how the juice was tangy and slightly bitter, but how it had done wonders when basted onto the meat while frying.

You had looked so happy when you two plated the dish, so proud of him, all in a way that Dream never was.

Even now, as you tiredly smile at him from across the table, cheeks pink and eyes focused solely on the moment you were sharing, he feels at peace for once. This is what contentment felt like. Oh, how he loves you so.)

Sapnap-

Shame the shit cooker. Ok ok, he’s not as bad as some of the others on this list, but that’s just because he can make a half decent breakfast. It’s not much competition.

Bad has desperately tried to teach this boy some cooking besides eggs and toast, but the only things that seem to have stuck are mashed potatoes and grilled pork chops. Neither of which he even likes enough to make often.

He prefers fish to meat, and would eat any kind of cod you offered to him. Likes smoked salmon a lot, it’s something Bad made for him a lot when he was younger. He tries to recreate the dish, but comes up short and feels disheartened when it isn’t like Bad’s. He’d appreciate any time you took with him to learn how to make the dish, and it wholly sticks to his mind afterwards. He never forgets the experience, and treasures it very closely.

Likes not-sweet sweets. Not bitter per say, but just not very sweet. He likes chewy taffy in particular, but the old lady kind that lasts 60 years but gets hard in 6 minutes after being exposed to open air. Gotta be polite about it too, or he’ll end up embarrassed and pout for an hour.

(He’s eaten 6 of those fucking taffies since you sat down on the couch, completely straight-faced as the two of you of you listen to Dream and George talking.

At this point you’re completely checked out of their conversation, solely focused on the taffy Sapnap keeps eating. Where does he even get those? How many does he have?? You’ve been friends with him long enough to have seen him pop a taffy every other second of the day. He seems to have a stash on him at all times tucked away, filled with paper-wrapped pastel covered sweets.

“Want one?” Sapnap asks, holding out a light blue taffy with a little star drawn in yellow dye on the wrapper.

“What?” Startled, you lean back a bit and realize you had been staring him down as he ate, and flush with how rude that probably seemed.

“Want a taffy? I don’t mind sharing with you, cutie.” He winks and offers the taffy again. “....” You gaze at the taffy curiously. You’ve never seen him offer another person one of his precious taffies before. Hmm. “...Yes, thanks.”

You take it delicately, unwrapping the wrapper and taking a bite of it experimentally. It’s very lightly sweet, soft and chewy and surprisingly pleasant.

Sapnap watches you from the corner of his eye, softly smiling when he sees you eat the rest of it. Glad to see someone else has good tastes around here.)

#8. George-

Meager man makes a meager meal. I said what I said!!! This flatbread boy knows diddly squat, and the only things he can cook successfully are bread and mushroom soup. Which he will make. And that’s all he’ll make. Any food that isn’t that is cooked by either Bad or Dream, and he’s still picky about it.

He’ll make you the soup and bread ladies and gents. I’m not saying they’ll taste great together, but he will definitely make them for you. Anything else he’s pretty critical about, and he doesn’t care much for treats or dessert. He does occasionally like dark chocolate though, which he and Dream will beg Bad to make for them. Soon he begs you to make it for him, and then you have to go ask Bad how he makes it so George won’t complain about how it tastes different from Bads. It’s a weird situation. You make a lot of chocolate. Dream and George linger at your house for weeks on end until you get fed up and shoo them away with a broom.

To his credit, even though he can’t cook much, he’s really proud of his mushroom stew. Any time you let him cook, his go-to is his mushroom stew. He likes to feed you and know that you’re not hungry somewhere, and to top it off he gets to show you his prized dish; not Bad’s or Dream’s stew, but his. He’s cute or whateva…

(George places the bowl down in front you, stepping back and turning to grab his own, before sitting down next to you. He immediately begins to eat, and you give him a half glance as you bring the soup up to smell it.

It… doesn’t smell that bad, actually. Not burnt, at least. You spoon some of the soup into your mouth.

Despite all you’ve seen of George’s cooking, this is pretty well made. It’s nice and warm, and the flavors are rich and the mushrooms soft. You choose to ignore the small smile of his face next to you, and keep eating your soup quietly together.)

#9: Wilbur

Wilbur can’t cook for shit. Literally nothing. This man knows apples grow from trees and that animals are made of meat and that’s it.

You think Wilbur made any of his food when he was president or exiled or ever? Not a chance. He ate anything given to him, Tubbo and Tommy absolutely brought this man all the food they could find so he wouldn’t get eat straight trash or starve throughout the presidency. Techno slid him bare cooked potatoes in Pogtopia and he thought “oh this slaps….. this is the pinnacle of food”

Which I know, not really sexy. But! This means that the moment you feed him something a step up from a bare cooked potato he is in food heaven. He especially loves saucier kinds of foods with lots of flavor and spice to them, it’s just so fucking good. Food becomes his kryptonite after you feed this silly man.

With sweets, however, he isn’t that much of a fan. He does like those small lemon creme crackers, and you and da boys are the only ppl he’ll share them with.

(You hear him before you see him. The familiar clambering at your window draws your attention away from the pork you were dicing, and one look over your shoulder shows a disheveled but grinning Wilbur.

“I hope I’m not too late for dinner.” He jokes, brushing off his pants before approaching you to press a kiss to your temple. Soon after that you hear another set of clambering, and two pairs of stomps reveals one Tommy and one Tubbo respectively.

“What’s for dinner tonight, mate?”

“Hope you don’t mind if we join in!”

You sigh, turning back to hide your smile before they can see it.)

// Hope you enjoyed! I might write a pt2 of this later with some other ppl in it lol we’ll see :3

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jestbee · 3 years

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after last nights stream; them all on vc/calls looking at property listings together and choosing their house (w/ or w/out sapnap), and going to viewings a calling george and just general BEING ALL DOMESTIC IMAGINING DTEAM HOME and their intertwined lives (i am getting strong vibes from the time i prompted the brochure fic)

THANK YOU FOR THIS. ---- "George!" Dream scolds. George isn't paying attention. He rolls his eyes at the highpitched tone Dream's voice has taken and continues to ignore him. "George," Dream repeats. "Come on, we found it, look." George glances up from where he's scrolling through tiktok and at the ongoing discord call and group chat he has going with Dream and Sapnap. There are about twenty links over the past week. Each one to a property listing. George has seen house after house, each of they looking much like the rest. He's lost track. The visa isn't coming and everything feels ever-so-slightly out of reach. Close enough to fucking taunt him but not enough for him to actually grasp. He's beginning to resent it all. "You said that last time," George says, finally. "No, George," Dream says. "This is the one." "Click the link doggy doo," Sapnap says. "Look at the pad." George puts down his phone but doesn't click on the link. "What's the point?" he says. "What? Have you gone off your rocker Gogs?" Sapnap says. "Dream Team House!" he whoops and yells and does all of the things they usually do when talking about the house they're going to buy together, the place that will be home for the next five years of George's life. He used to whoop. Back when the visa seemed like it might actually materialise as some point. "George," Dream says, one last time. He's softer, a sympathetic contrast to Sapnap's enthusiasm. "Click the link, George." George clicks the link. * They fall in love the moment they see it. Dream holding the phone, following Sapnap through the house with the camera pointed at the walls, the floor, anywhere that George calls out from his place on the FaceTime call. "This one is my room." Sapnap says, standing in the middle of the largest of the four. "This is the studio," Dream says. "Obviously." Sapnap rolls his eyes. "Whatever, dude." Dream flips the camera around so he can talk to George. "What about you? Which room do you want?" He's seen the entire house at this point so he does have an idea of which one he'd like to call his own, but there's a dark cloud hanging over him. The sense that all this is some foolish whim, that what they are hoping for will never come to pass. The universe keeps throwing too many obstacles at them. "I dunno," George mumbles. It had been easier to sound excited when he was only looking at blank walls. Now he's looking Dream in the face it feels unrealistic to want something so fantastically life-changing. "Ugh, is he still being a sad sack?" Sapnap says. He moves into shot, Dream twisting the phone so George can see both of them. Luckily, the realtor had left them to it, probably relieved that the weirdos with the British guy in the phone had wanted to look around on their own. She'd given them the spiel while standing in the hall and then left them to their own devices while she perched her laptop on the dark granite kitchen island countertop. "Should we tell him?" Dream says. "Tell me what?" George asks. "Well..." George knows that Dream loves this. Revealing stuff and watching the excitement pour out of people is possibly his most favourite thing in the whole world. "We've come up with a solution, since your visa is taking so long." "And because you're being fucking annoying to hang out with," Sapnap interjects. George raises his middle finger to the camera and makes a noise. "Go on then," he says when he's done. "What's the solution?" Dream opens his mouth to reveal but his eyes sparkle in a way that George knows means that he can't help one final pause, just to prolong that sweet, sweet anticipation. Unfortunately, this gives Sapnap a chance to jump in. "I'm coming to the UK," he says. "What?" "No, actually," Dream says, the smile taking over his face. "Sap's coming to meet you. Because the visa is taking ages. But we're going to buy this house and Nick's coming to England and then your visa will be approved and then we can do everything we talked about." "Why?" George asks. "Because why not?" Sapnap says.

"Do you not want me to? Fine. I'll go meet someone else and you can stay there alone--" "Shut up," George says. "I didn't say no, I just... like, whatever. You can come." He's playing it down. That's what he does. But he actually really does want Sapnap to come to England. He wants something to make this whole thing feel like it's achievable. "I bet your visa is even approved while he's there," Dream says. "You can get the plane back home together." Home. Home could be the house they're stood in right now, the light cream wall George can still see over their shoulder. It could be these two idiots, smiling and expectant, filled with all the possibilities even though there are still so many things that could go wrong. They never falter, never feel like it won't happen, and it seems like they won't let George feel that way either. "I want the big room," George says by way of response. "No way," Sapnap says. "I deserve the big room because I have the biggest--" "Absolutely do not finish that sentence," says a voice from the door.

Dream and Sapnap turn to face it, but they don't turn the camera so George can only assume it's the realtor. "So," she says when Sapnap has the good sense to look sheepish. "What do we think?" Dream turns the phone so that George can see him. "George?" he asks. George nods. "We'll take it," Dream says. * A few months later, they're on another video call. This time Sapnap is in his tiny London flat surrounded by boxes and Dream is the one in the screen. "Open it," Dream says. There's no link, just a large white, envelope with an official-looking seal stamped in one corner. Sapnap nudges him softly with the edge of his shoulder and says, "Fucking do it Gogs." This is what it's like to have their brand of encouragement in person. George could get used to it. Dream is reclining on their new couch, chewing the edge of his thumbnail. There's a dark granite counter in the kitchen, light cream walls in the studio, there's a room that isn't-quite-the-biggest that belongs to him because George had lost when they drew straws. It's all waiting, just within reach. He opens the envelope.

#dteam #dnf #if you squint #fic #dteam fic

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