#they will probably end up making out right in front of Punz

[pomellon]

Snf fighting over who's Punz's best talonmate, while Punz just eats up the attention uwu

[bagelrites]

A House Full of Love

The Dream Team do a Valentine’s Day stream, and it goes about as well as you’d expect. Oh, and Patches is there too, because how could they forget the birthday girl?

(DTeam + Patches fluff, with a pinch of DNF. You can also read on AO3.)

This is my gift for @dreamboozled​ for the valentines gift exchange hosted by @dreblrtine-gift-exchange​! I hope you like it (and be sure to read to the end for a second illustration!)

The only normal part of the stream was the introduction. They had a camera set up in the living room, pointing down at the coffee table, which was strewn with all manner of red and pink crafting supplies: thick cardstock paper, lacy heart doilies, ribbons, stickers, and glitter glue galore. Dream explained that they were just doing a chill crafting stream for Valentine’s Day, and George and Sapnap came and sat around the table with him.

After that, the stream was nothing but chaos.

“What are we even meant to be doing?” George asked, scissors in hand and gesturing wildly with them without a care for the sharp edges, a ruined piece of cardstock all cut to bits in front of him on the table.

“Making valentines,” Sapnap said. “Obviously.” He was working diligently on something at the far side of the table, while George and Dream were across from him, their shoulders practically touching.

“Yeah, but like, for who? I don’t get it.” George tossed the scissors to the table with a clatter.

“George, careful.” Dream put his hand over the scissors and moved them towards himself. “And we’re making valentines for our friends, George. People do that, you know. It doesn’t have to be like—like a whole thing.”

“So like, for each other?” George gestured to the three of them.

“Yeah, sure. I’m making one for you guys, for Karl and Tina, uhhh, I’ll probably do ones for Hannah and Sylvee and Punz, I don’t know. Anyone I can think of.”

(The chat started listing off names of all the people that they wanted Dream to make valentines for, but no one was reading it.)

“Dude, that’s a lot of people. How are you gonna have time for that?” Sapnap asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.” Dream shrugged.

“Okay, so I can make one for anyone, basically?” George said. “Can I make one for myself?”

“Bro is selfish,” Sapnap mumbled.

“George, c’mon.” Dream rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I won’t geez!” George put his head in his hand, leaning on the table, his legs bouncing, agitated. “Fine. I know what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna make one for Skeppy.”

Sapnap laughed out loud at that, and it was instantly contagious. They all giggled about it for far longer than they really should have. When George grabbed more paper and a tube of glitter glue, however, they started right back up again.

“Wait, are you actually doing it?” Sapnap asked.

“Yeah, duh.”

“Uh-oh,” Dream chuckled.

“What?”

“You better​​—” he cut himself off, laughing too hard to say it. “You better watch out for Bad.”

“JealousBoyHalo,” Sapnap said in a mocking voice, and they all broke out into another fit.

Eventually, things calmed down, and they crafted in comfortable silence for a little while, occasionally making small talk or answering a question when George got bored and pulled up chat on his phone.

Dream grabbed a sheet of pink and red heart stickers and started putting them on his valentines. He had about ten laid out in front of him, rectangles of varying sizes with short messages written in them, covers left to decorate. He peeled off a large, pink heart, and then paused, not finding a place to put it.

“Shoot. What do I do with this?” he said, holding up his hand to George, the heart attached to his thumb by the corner. “It doesn’t fit.”

“You do this.” George said, and without missing a beat, grabbed the sticker from him and put it on Dream’s cheek.

“George,” Dream said, his tone both admonishing and dripping with affection. George giggled, his cheeks pushed up into his eyes and turning pink. One hand came and covered his mouth, and the other snatched the sheet of stickers from Dream.

“Gimme these,” he said.

“What? Why? George!” Dream tried only half-heartedly to escape as George peeled off more stickers and put them all over Dream’s face.

“There. Much better.” George said, leaning away to admire his handiwork.

Dream huffed and faced the camera, making a why do I love this idiot face, before he shook his head and blinked hard a few times, making the more poorly attached stickers fall off. Only a few remained on his cheeks and forehead—the tiny red heart on the tip of his nose fluttered down into lap—and then he went back to work on his valentines like that, without bothering to take the others off.

(Chat, of course, was collectively losing its mind and spamming DNF.)

“Alright. If you two nimrods are done pandering over there, I have cards for you,” Sapnap said, lifting up the valentines he’d been dutifully working on the whole time. They were both heart-shaped cards cut from red cardstock, white doilies glued to the front, Dream written in green glitter glue on one, George in blue on the other. A few random plastic-gem stickers were thrown on for good measure.

“Aww, thank you,” Dream said, smiling wide as he took his and opened it. George grabbed his silently, but when he opened it, he had the exact opposite reaction.

“Sapnap, what the fuck?” He threw the card at him, and Sapnap flinched even as he laughed. It didn’t go very far, though, just stopped short and fluttered down to the middle of the table.

“What? What’d he do?” Dream asked, and George leaned over the table, snatching the card back up.

“Look! Look what this idiot wrote!” He opened it up and showed it to the camera, holding it still to let it focus on the words. In large, blocky letters, Sapnap had written YOU STINK.

“I hate you! You suck!” George crumpled the valentine up and threw it at him, this time with more success.

“Dude! You ruined it!” Sapnap picked the ball up off the ground and tried to straighten it out. “I worked really hard on that, you know…”

“What does yours say?” George was ignoring him, pushing up against Dream’s side, grabbing at his card.

“Don’t—don’t rip it—” Dream said through a wheezing laugh. George paused, reading the short but kind note in Dream’s card, then scoffed and slumped back onto the table, head in his hand again.

“You guys suck. Why does he get a real one?”

“And you swallow,” Sapnap mumbled.

George grabbed a spool of ribbon and threw it at him. Sapnap shrieked and ducked, the much more solid projectile thankfully flying right over his head.

“Dude what the—are you seeing this?” he yelled, pointing at George and looking at Dream like he was their kindergarten teacher and he was complaining about some playground roughness.

“Okay, okay, okay. Chill guys, chill,” Dream said. “You’ll get a real card, George. I’m making you one.”

“You are?” George leaned over his work, and Dream gently nudged him out of the way, using his arm to protect the cards.

“Don’t look,” he admonished. “Work on your own cards!”

“Ugh! Fine.”

They fell back into silence for a while, Dream working dutifully on his army of valentines, George fiddling around with all the supplies, and Sapnap starting a new project which seemed to involve cutting out a big paw shape from pink paper.

(The chat, seeing this, began to ask questions about Patches. They all knew, of course, that it was her birthday, and there’d been no mention of her yet.)

George finally seemed to be happy with what he was making, and grabbed a tube of silver glitter glue to finish it off. He was drawing a squiggly border with it, when he squeezed too hard and the cap popped off, the glue exploding all over his hands and the card.

“Ewww!” he screamed, holding his hand up and away from himself.

“Oh my god, George,” Sapnap said through a laugh. Dream was wheezing too hard to speak.

“Dreeaammm, what do I do?” George whined.

“Go—clean yourself up, idiot!” Dream finally managed to get a few words out.

“Ugh! I hate this! Let’s end the stupid stream,” George said as he got up and marched off camera to wash up.

“Well, I mean… we can’t end yet,” Dream said.

Sapnap started smiling and making faces at the camera.

“Should I tell them? Or you?” he asked.

“Mmm, let’s wait for George to get back.”

“Ugh, fine.” Sapnap looked back down at his work, added a few more details, and then slid it to Dream.

“Sign it,” he said. Dream smiled, reading it, and nodded silently as he grabbed a pen.

“Guys, look who I found!” George’s voice sang from off screen. Dream and Sapnap looked up, and smiled as soon as they saw him.

“It’s the birthday girl!” Dream finally spilled the beans, and Sapnap cheered and clapped as George brought her into view for the stream: Patches, curled up in his arms, looking around with wide, slightly confused eyes.

“You all thought we forgot,” George said, voice teasing, shaking his head right in front of the camera. “Where’s Patches? Where’s Patches? She’s right here, idiots.”

“Sap, should I get the stuff, or do you want to?” Dream asked, just barely visible behind George, who remained right in front of the camera, rocking Patches in his arms.

“You get it. I’ll move the camera,” he answered.

Patches moved in George’s arms, and he giggled as he readjusted his grip, then made a little meow sound and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. It seemed he was on Patches duty while Sapnap and Dream got the second part of the stream set-up. Sapnap moved the camera so it was facing the fireplace, where Patches’s mini-couch was, a large “Happy Birthday" banner hung over it. Dream came back with a small cake-box, some candles, and a lighter, as well as a bunch of party hats.

“Okay, c’mon everyone.” He called them over, sitting on the ground next to the cat-couch.

“Wait, George, you have to sign the card,” Sapnap said.

“I can’t, I’m holding her,” he said. “She wants to run away. I can feel it.”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Everyone sit down.” Dream urged them over. George sat on the other side of the couch-bed and held Patches in his lap, and Sapnap settled next to him. Meanwhile, Dream had put on a party hat and was opening up the cake box.

“Ooh, gimme one of those!” Sapnap took a party hat and put it on, and then giggled as he put one on George for him, since his hands were occupied.

“Ow. Ow!” George complained even though it was obvious Sapnap wasn’t hurting him.

“Okay! So, as you all know, today is also Patches’s birthday!” Dream said, talking to stream. “So we got her a kitty cake—” he held it up towards the camera “—which is, like, made of… I don’t know, fish or something? Anyways, it’s safe for her to eat.”

“And I made her a card!” Sapnap butt in, putting the card in front of the camera and struggling to get it to focus on it. Eventually, he gave up, because Dream had gotten a candle in the cake and was lighting it, insisting they needed to sing Happy Birthday fast because the flame wasn’t holding up very well.

“Okay, c’mon everyone. Chat! Sing with us!” he said, nudging the cake closer to Patches. She seemed to finally smell it then, and leaned her head off of George’s knee, sniffing the air with wide eyes.

“Happy birthday to you,” they sang, a little off-tempo and entirely off-tune. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Patches—” they extended her name as long as they could, all looking down at her with the biggest, dopiest smiles. “Happy birthday to you!”

Dream blew out the candle, and George and Sapnap cheered. Patches was fully trying to get off of George’s lap by then, very interested in the fishy-smelling cake, and George laughed as he tried to hold her back.

“Just a minute Patches. Just a second!” he said. Dream finally got the candle out, and then they let her go. She lunged for the cake, her furry little body settling in a tight loaf in front of it as she licked all along the sides and took small bites, chewing rather loudly.

“Aww, she likes it,” Dream cooed, gently stroking the back of her neck with three fingers. “Happy birthday, Patchy.”

“Wait, why don’t we get any cake?” Sapnap asked.

“Ew, you want to eat that?” George said.

“No—I mean we should have gotten, like, people-cake, too.”

“Oh, that would’ve been a good idea,” Dream said.

(The chat suggested they do a baking stream and just make a cake, though everyone knew that was wishful thinking. They’d already been live for over an hour, and it was clearly winding down.)

“Well, I guess that’s kinda it, huh?” Dream said, pulling out his phone to look at chat. George was distracted, making cat-noises at Patches as he scratched her behind the ears. Sapnap was sitting back on his hands, foot tapping the ground a little impatient, though a contented smile was resting on his lips.

“Oh, wait, that’s right.” Dream stood up, reminded by chat about his valentines. “I made cards for you guys.”

“Yeah!” George sat up, suddenly interested again. “Where’s my card?”

“This isn’t gonna be like the Christmas stream, is it?” Sapnap called after him.

“What? What do you mean?” Dream said, and even thought he was off camera, his mischievous grin was audible in his voice.

Sapnap and George looked at each other and laughed without saying anything.

Dream came back into view, holding out two cards to them.

“I didn’t really have time to finish them, but, you know. Close enough,” he said.

“Can we read them on stream?” Sapnap asked.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Dream shrugged. He sat down next to Patches and mumbled something about don’t eat the whole thing, then picked her up and put her in his lap, distracting her from the cake with chin-scratches.

“Oh, it’s not that exciting,” Sapnap said. “It just says Happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend.”

“What? That’s false. I’m his best friend,” George said, then opened his own valentine, and his cheeks flared red. “Nevermind. Whatever.”

“What? Come on, read it—” Sapnap tried to grab it from him, but George held it away. Dream giggled, smiling so wide at the scene his eyes were pressed up into crescent moons by his cheeks.

(Of the stickers, only the big pink heart on his cheek remained, the rest had fallen away one by one. Still, the image of him smiling so wide like that with a heart on his cheek was so endearing, screenshots of it were circulating around the internet within seconds.)

“He doesn’t have to read it,” Dream said.

“I’m not reading it,” George huffed, and finally Sapnap relented.

“Fine, whatever. I know you hate our fans,” he said. George snorted and rolled his eyes, while Sapnap turned to the camera. “Don’t worry guys. I love you. I don’t keep secrets like these idiots.”

“Well—” Dream started, but quickly cut himself off with a laugh. They all had a good chuckle about it, then moved on, ignoring the pleas of the chat to know what was in the card and what they meant by that.

The stream wrapped up soon enough, after a long, drawn-out argument over who should have to clean up, especially considering the glitter-glue mess that was currently drying on the table which George refused to be responsible for.

Before they ended, though, Dream went behind the camera and zoomed in on Patches, who had remained in the living room with them and was sitting on her couch-bed, loafed up so only one white paw was visible, poking out from under her fuzzy chest. She looked up at him, green eyes gazing past the camera, and when it focused, the stream could see every detail of her face: the brown patterns glowing a little gold in the light, her whiskers flicking ever-so-slightly, and eyes wide, a few small, white reflections glittering off her round, black pupils.

“I love you Patches,” Dream cooed, even as George and Sapnap were screaming at each other in the background—but only in jest, of course. Everyone knew they loved each other, that they all loved each other. There was no denying that theirs was a house full of love.

[negativepeanuthoarder]

Little snippet inspired by @duskler-bell's centaur AU!

Featuring centaur fur yarn, Foolish and Tina friendship, and Karl who's asleep and is just kinda there. (I imagine this takes place before they've found Punz's antlers.)

1.2k words.

“What are you doing?” Foolish asks curiously, one evening while the three of them are sitting around the campfire after dinner. Karl’s already half-dozed off, having slipped into the form of a weird little bright blue and orange bunny thing with fangs and fluffy wings to nap beside Foolish’s haunches. Tina, on the other hand, is leaning against a nearby boulder, doing something with her hands that Foolish can’t quite make out.

“I’m spinning yarn,” Tina looks up at him with a smile, holding up her hands, which are full of… fluff? Familiar-looking fluff? Foolish tilts his head in confusion.

“Where’d you get wool from?” He asks, leaning closer to get a better look. Tina scoots over to him, lying against his side before showing him what she’s working on. Her bag is full of the familiar fluff, and in her hands is a small device that looks like it’s carved from whalebone, which she’s using to spin the fibers into a tight coil.

“It’s not wool,” She explains. “It’s some of your fur.”

Foolish blinks, still confused. “My fur?”

“From your back!” Tina explains further, reaching over to Foolish’s hindquarters and carefully plucking a tuft of loose undercoat from his fur. She holds it out to him and he takes it, feeling the fibers in his hands. He doesn’t have any sort of attachment to the fluff - he feels the same about it as he would his hair or his fingernails. Just something to be discarded and forgotten about.

Apparently, Tina thinks it’s important - at least she thinks it’s important enough to save in her bag, which is full to bursting with fluff. She takes the tuft back and places it with the others. “I’ve been saving your fur to spin into yarn since it’s so soft.” Tina thinks for a long moment, before looking up at Foolish. “That’s okay, right?”

“I mean, yeah,” Foolish nods, looking down at his legs with a shrug. “I’m not going to use it anymore and it’s coming off anyways. What are you going to make with the yarn?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Tina runs her hand down the side of the spindle, placing a hand on the little ball of yarn collecting at the end. She holds it up and grabs another handful of fluff, twisting the spindle and dragging Foolish’s fur through her fingers to spin it into a tight little string. Foolish watches, fascinated, as his once-discarded fluff turns into yarn right in front of his eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ll have enough for a sweater,” Tina looks down at her already collected fluff and her spun yarn. “There’s not enough and it’s almost summer anyways.”

“Karl would probably still wear it,” Foolish comments, flicking his tail at the dozing shapeshifter, who sneezes softly in his sleep, dragging a wing over his face like a blanket. “He loves sweaters.”

“I don’t want him to overheat, though,” Tina giggles, looking back at her yarn. “I’m thinking I’ll turn it into a hat, maybe, or a scarf - I know I want to save some of it and make something for your soulmate when we find him.”

“Oh, I think he’d love that!” Foolish grins, looking at the yarn. “Maybe a scarf for Punz, or a hat - I think he’d love a hat!”

“At hat is easy but I’ll have to measure around your antlers,” Tina thinks aloud with a giggle. “And add in some buttons and tries so you can get it on and off without it getting all tangled in them - because I think that’d be pretty annoying.”

Foolish nods with a laugh. “Yeah, centaurs don’t normally wear hats.”

“After that…” Tina looks through the yarn. “Maybe something decorative, too, like a fancy blanket for your back - or maybe a pair of socks for Karl while he’s in centaur form so he’ll stop scratching up his skin.”

“Definitely socks,” Foolish nods. “If I’m honest it’d probably feel a little weird to wear my own fur again after it’s fallen out - but I’d love to give some to Punz!” He pauses to think for a minute. “When we find him, do you think you could make something from his fur for me?”

Tina nods, beaming. “Yeah! I’d need a lot of fur though - depending on what you want.”

Foolish hums, thinking out loud. “You can turn yarn into felt, right?”

“Of course,” Tina nods. “At least, I think so. It’s been enough like wool so far so I assume I probably can.”

Foolish nods. “Okay… um… if we can felt it - can you make a little felt heart out of it?” He asks, reaching up to touch his shirt, directly over his chest. “I know that’s kind of weird and all but I want to… keep a part of him close to me, y’know? So if we get separated from each other again I’ll always be near him?”

“That’s not weird at all,” Tina assures him, fiddling around in one of her bags before producing a small glass bottle. Inside is a small amount of fluff, but a different color and texture than Foolish’s thick undercoat. It’s softer and lighter. “I have this from my pod,” Tina explains, holding it up to the light. “Just for… memories, I guess.”

Her expression falls for a moment, but Foolish doesn’t press her to keep talking, he only lays a hand on her shoulder in support, and she reaches over to pet Karl’s fluffy back for comfort.

While Foolish told both of them everything about Punz, Tina is a bit more… reserved about what happened to her. Foolish knows she had a pod - but he’s not sure what happened to them or why she left - and he has no idea what happened between her and her fairy parent that caused her to leave all of that behind and start anew in the human world. She doesn’t seem to want to share what happened, so Foolish leaves it alone, but tries to let Tina know he’s always willing to listen, even if he doesn’t always understand.

The moment is broken when Karl sneezes again - this time so hard he wakes himself up with a jolt, hopping to his feet and tensing like he’s prepared for a fight. Tina and Foolish both laugh at the sight of him, still in tiny weird winged rabbit form, ready to battle any nearby intruders. 

He stares at the both of them with mock offense in his eyes for a few minutes, thumping his feet loudly to let his displeasure be known, before rolling back over and burying himself in Foolish’s side to instantly go back to sleep. 

Tina smiles at Foolish. “I definitely could make something like that for you - it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Foolish nods and smiles back, imagining the feeling of his soulmate’s fur against his skin, always there to remind him that he’s here, he’s alive, and Foolish is never ever letting them get separated ever again.

A few years later, after an added couple of months of healing and a lot of anxious time spent learning how to be around each other and love one another again (and plenty of reassurances and head-rubs from Foolish to Punz over his empty antler-beds), Foolish is finally, finally blessed with the small heart-shaped felt that Tina promised him.

And it’s better than he ever could have imagined.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Whump dialogue #14 with c!prime. (Probably during the exile chase/reunion scene as that is what it reminded me of.)

i wanted to let c!tommy knee c!dream in the dick. so here’s c!tommy kneeing c!dream in the dick.

TW: Abuse, obsession, possessive behaviour, threats of human experimentation, physical violence, strangulation, murder, dehumanisation, unreliable narrator.

——

Dream had lived a long, long life.

He wouldn’t go as far as to call it a good one, or even a close-to-decent one, but he’d been around long enough he had so many positive memories to hold onto. The days he'd met Bad, and George, and Punz. Learning to fight with XD. The screams of the people who’d hurt him as he made sure they regretted it, blood beneath his claws and staining rows and rows of needle-sharp fangs. It’d be hard to pick a favourite.

The moment he saw Tommy for the first time in so, so long, shivering in his pyjamas and petrified out of his mind, small and anxious but so full of fire, though? That definitely had to be up there.

He'd marvelled at the warm feeling of the sun once he’d first left that Primes forsaken prison, soft like a blanket and making him smile for the first time in ages. The realisation that he had Tommy back felt like that times a million- the joy within him distracted from the agonising gnawing of his stomach, the worries about what he’d do next. He could finally set things in motion, now he had the key right in front of him.

And he wouldn’t feel so alone.

He stifled his giggles as he stepped out from the side of the portal. No, this had to be special, it had to be perfect for the both of them. Something they'd look back on and laugh, a billion years in the future, a trillion, long enough that time itself wouldn’t have a word left to describe itself. Because he was going to live that long, if he had to burn the whole world down to do so, and he wasn’t going to do it alone.

He wasn’t going to be alone anymore he wouldn’t be never ever again. Never. He couldn’t handle a single second more of that agony. He'd take Quackity's bullshit for an eternity rather than be lonely anymore.

Tommy's face went blank from fear for a second, a look of sheer terror in his eyes that was utterly priceless. Just like he'd imagined their reunion would go.

What he didn’t expect was for Tommy to take a deep breath, steel himself, and shakily raise his arms in the air.

“Are you… surrendering? Already?” Amusement dripped from Dream's voice. “Aww, I didn’t even get to say hi.” He twirled the axe in his hands to make it crystal clear what he meant by that.

“I- I'm not doing this cause I’m scared or anything,” Tommy said, shivering in terror. “It’s- I knew- I knew if I came and- and- you said you wanted exile again, right? If I give you that…” He gulped, leaving an awkward silence. “If I give you that… you’ll leave everyone else alone, right? You- you won’t hurt Tubbo.”

Oh. Oh of course, Tommy, loyal to the end. This would be fun.

“Hmm, maybe.” Dream gave a dramatic hum at that, playing up his reaction to see Tommy squirm just a little longer. “Y’know, if you'll behave, sure. We don’t need the rest of them to experiment with revival, right?”

Tommy flinched upon hearing the word, hand instinctively reaching down to his white streak of hair. Still, he nodded, eyes nervously on Dream's axe.

Dream laughed, unequipping it. “C’mon, I’m not gonna bite, Tommy. Come here.”

Nervously, Tommy took a step towards Dream, and before he could take another, Dream couldn’t resist the urge to close the gap himself, wrapping Tommy in an affectionate hug. For manipulation purposes. Obviously.

The fact it’d been so long since he’d felt any kind touch, anything other than stinging pain, was irrelevant. He didn’t crave it. He didn’t crave friendship, he didn’t crave acceptance and kindness and gentleness.

There was a second of nothing, and then agonising pain shot through Dream's body, the shock being enough for him to crumple. He’d felt worse, but what he quickly surmised must have been a knee to the crotch still hurt like fuck, and he took a few seconds to catch his breath-

Except he couldn’t. Something had wrapped itself around his throat, shaking and cold and bony. Through blurry eyes, Dream recognised blond and white and red.

“I'm sorry,” he heard a voice that must have been Tommy's whisper, sounding genuinely apologetic. “I- I don’t wanna have to- to do this, but- I- I-“

Rage flooded through Dream, drowning out the pain.

Adrenaline flowing, Dream kicked out wildly at the figure holding him down, clawing at Tommy's arms as he found strength he thought he lost in the prison. He stopped, startled for only a second, but a second was all Dream needed, and he wrenched the hands from his neck.

The first blow Dream sent Tommy's way sent him falling to the floor. The second left him curled up in pain. The third left him screaming.

Dream didn’t stop.

Fuelled purely by anger, he pounced, kicking and hitting and scratching like a wild animal, until he couldn’t feel what he only recognised as a thing stop struggling.

 “You shouldn’t have done that.” Dream's voice was cold, almost expressionless without any hint of his anger. “You really shouldn’t have fucking done that. If you’d come with me, maybe I'd have been nice! Maybe I'd have tried to turn a new leaf. But no. No, you couldn’t help yourself. And y’know what I’m gonna do now? You know what I’m gonna do to teach you a fucking lesson?”

Tommy tried to mouth something, but Dream was far too blinded by emotion to even try and decipher it.

“I'm going to kill you again-“

Dream grabbed Tommy by his hair, pulling out clumps, and he smashed his head into the ground with a loud thud.

“And again-“

Thud.

“And again-“

Thud.

“And I’m going to make it hurt. I’m going to make you fucking regret laying a finger on me. And I’m never, ever going to stop.”

He hit Tommy's head on the ground again.

“I'm going to keep you around forever, Tommy. And I’m going to make you watch as I kill everyone you love. I’m going to tear you apart as slowly and painfully as possible. I’m going to do every fucking thing Quackity did to me onto you, again and again and again. And I’ll do that forever.”

Again.

He continued until long after he felt the body under him grow cold, long after it must have died. The rage left him once he realised that, and immediately a million things hit him at once. First, the pain was still there, diminished but distracting. Second, he was covered in blood, and the texture made him shudder. And finally, he had a literal dead weight to drag with him somewhere far away enough he could be sure there'd be no disturbances.

He'd made a promise, after all.

[beeindaclouds]

DSMP comforting you pt. 1 ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Eret, Punz × Reader

❝ Dream ❞

You cannot be upset near this man

He will abandon everything to comfort you

He's in the middle of a stream? He's eating? On the other side of the city? Who cares, you're more important

Will first ask you whats wrong and from there he'll choose what to do

If you want to talk about it he'll hand you Patches so that she can calm you while you talk

If you don't he'll do anything to distract you

Probably ends up dragging you out and buying you things you like, which makes you feel guilty for spending his money, but he insists cause he loves you, and you feel more guilty, and it's a continuous loop of cheesiness

"Dream, I'm fine, I don't need another hoodie-"

"You're right you have mine... let's go buy some other clothes then"

"DREAM-"

Don't even waste your time stopping him, it ain't happening

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

It'll take a while to realize that you're not doing ok

It's not really his fault

But he'll go in full panic mode once he realizes

'What do I do? Should I hug them? Ask them what happened? Should I ask Dream? Or Sapnap? Ok, maybe not Sapnap-'

He'll start looking like that meme with all the equations around his face

You, of course, notice the weird behaviour of your boyfriend and come to the conclusion that he knows you're upset

You try to tell him that it's ok, that you just need some time to calm down and collect your thoughts

He does not listen and tries to cook for you

Didn't end well

"Geroge, do you smell smoke?"

"Noo, what? What are you talking about?

"Wait are you in the kitchen?!"

"NO- don't come in-"

You ended up ordering take out and cuddling while watching a random movie

At least it's the thought that counts

And he did get a few laughs out of you

❝ Sapnap ❞

You thought you could be sad near this man? HAH, you thought wrong!

As soon as he sees a glips of a frown he is jumping on you, literally

He will then proceed to give you the most innocent puppy dog eyes, like he didn't just jump on you, and ask

"Why are you sad darl?"

He'll caress you as he listens to you explain why you are upset

He'll even help you with your problems

He is also never letting you go. You are stuck in his arms until he is 100% sure you're ok

"Sap I have to go to the bathroom"

"No"

"What do you mean no? Sap I have to pee-"

"Don't care"

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

I don't know why I imagined this, but I did

If he sees you upset he'll caress your cheeks, play and pull them a little bit, as he asks you what's wrong

He'll continue to do it even when you're explaining what happened

You had to sometime stop talking since it's hard to say words when you're being squished

"Bwad- mwy cheeksh-"

"Shh, just keep on explaining"

Once you're done he'll shower your face in small kisses and tell you that everything is ok and that he is always there if you needed him

And then he'll order pizza for the both of you, because food makes everybody happy

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He's prepared

He has a whole mental list of things to do whenever you get upset

First he'll sit you down, make you comfortable and ask what's wrong

He'll then comfort you and offer some advice if you wanted

Then he'll make you watch some funny videos that chat sent him for YLYL

"pIGEON!"

"Hey! That's my line-"

Sometimes he'll sing to you. Maybe even an unreleased song of Lovejoy

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

He is not good with comforting...or emotions

But he did this once and it worked so now he always does it and it always seem to work

What he'll do is drag Steve in the house, sit him in front of you, hide behind him, and starts talking, acting like Steve is the one doing the talking, while moving the bear's arms around too

"Hallo! It me, Steve! Now tell me what's wrong"

"Techno, what are you doings?"

"Me not Techno, me Steve! Now talk"

"Bruh..."

"Ok, rude much you copycat"

The three of you always end up cuddling togheter by the fire place

❝ Eret ❞

I think they'd just talk to you, to calm you down

Have you heard them?!?

You could fall asleep just by the sound of their voice alone

Whenever you're upset they always approaches you with a warm smile and pull you into their arms

Just you two, in eachothers arms, as Eret rubs slow circles into your back and calmly reassures you

"It's ok honey, everything will be ok. I'm here with you every step of the way. I love you, you know that, right? So so much"

And they always give you kisses on your hands like the royalty they are

❝ Punz ❞

He's another one that panics for a bit

But he'll later pull himself togheter and come comfort you

He'll sit you on his lap, make you talk if you want, and if not he'll try to distract you

I can see him tickling you non stop just to see you smile

"I can't breath, pUNZ-"

"There's that smile, I want to see it more"

"NOO MY SIDES HAHAHAH"

Part Two

[sappynapper]

Could you write cc!dt x fem!reader (romantic) comforting crying reader on the phone after they got followed home?

sure! ❤️‍🩹 all of these are kind of long distance vibes? which is why they can only comfort them via the phone ya feel? bc otherwise i just think most people would go over straight away

cws: descriptions of being followed, implied reference to assault, crying, panicking, fem!reader

Comforting you on the phone after being followed home (LDR) x DT

Dream

when you tell him you were followed home by a random guy this man immediately goes full action stations practical what-can-we-do protective mode

“did you call the police??”

“yeah, they have his description”

“and right now? are you alone?”

“mal’s here-“

“what about a guy friend or a neighbour-“

“she brought her boyfriend just in case it’s ok”

and so on until he’s satisfied you’re safe, then he takes a breath

“are you ok, baby? that must have been really scary”

the question makes you choke up a bit bc it was scary and it’s only just sinking in

and that gets dream pacing around his room, tugging at his hair in frustration, bc he just wants to hold you and keep you safe, make you feel safe

“i’m sorry i’m not there”

you take a steadying breath, “it’s ok. i’ll be ok. i think i’ll go to my parents tonight so i’m not alone when mal leaves”

“good idea. let me order you an uber though, and call me back and stay on the phone while you’re on the way so i know you’re ok”

“yessir” you joke weakly at his protectiveness

“i’m serious” he admonishes, “i can’t stand the thought of something happening-“

“i know, i know” you settle into a comfortable silence, soaking up the comfort his presence provides, even over the phone

a few days later i think you can expect to get a parcel in the mail with an assault alarm key chain, whatever self defence weapons are legal where you’re from (eg. pepper spray), one of those front door stoppers, and a bunch of other safety stuff (and probably another of his hoodies)

he’d also probably encourage you to take a self defence class or something and check in on the phone more, memorising your schedule so he can call and keep you company when he knows you’re out after dark

Sapnap

he’s in a vc with punz and sylvee when he picks up your call

“hey peaches, what’s.. hey, what’s wrong?”

he can hear you sobbing at the other end, trying to catch your breath

he’s panicking a lot, straight away

“are you hurt? what’s going on??”

“i- got- followed- home” you manage between sniffles

“What!?”

“what’s going on?” punz asks

“y/n got followed home”

both punz and sylvee cry out various questions in concern for you but sap ignores them, muting and deafening to talk to you

“a guy on my bus, he got off at the same stop and he was walking behind me all the way home, i was so scared, it was getting dark”

“are you home now? how d- is he gone?”

“yeah, yes sorry it’s fine, it’s fine now. i went next door first, to the family with the noisy kids? and they scared him off. i was there for a while. they made me tea but i just wanted to call you so i left” you ramble

“baby..” he doesn’t even know what to say, just listening to your occasional hiccup as you calm yourself down “i wish i was there right now”

“i wish you were here too” you murmur so sadly it hurts his heart

“you know i’d have beat the crap outta that guy for you” he tries to joke, in hopes of cheering you up

he feels relief wash over him at your, albeit watery, giggle

“yeah?” you ask with a small smile

“yeah! you know i know like, kung fu, and judo and, what’s the, tai-kwan-do?” he sounds out

you laugh again, “you’ll have to teach me one day”

“when i can come visit, i won’t need to teach you, i’ll be your scary dog privilege”

“i can’t wait” you tell him, sincerely

“why don’t you hop in vc with us, sylvee’s here, we were gonna watch a movie or play uno or something” he suggests, “it might take your mind off it”

“yes please”

“ok, whenever you’re ready princess, love you”

“love you too sap”

George

your call wakes him up (inevitably) and when he hears you freaking out saying you got followed home he kinda thinks you’re not serious?

like he’s not really thinking tbh bc he just woke up and what you’re saying is so unbelievable he doesn’t consider it may have actually happened? ?

basically i’m saying he awkwardly laughs and goes “what?” (this fucking guy)

“george, i’m serious, some guy was following me on my way home, i’m freaking out”

… processing…

“WHAT? ARE YOU OK?” he shoots up in bed so fast, he’s definitely awake now

“yeah, i think so? my roommates are here and we’ve locked everything. i’ll file a report later, i suppose?”

“yes definitely do that”

“yeah, ok, it’s..” you take a shaky breath

“y/n…” it’s moments like these he wishes he was better with words

“i’m ok, sorry, i just wanted to hear your voice”

“i’m here” he tells you with as much sincerity as he can muster “and don’t say sorry” he adds quietly

“sorry. i mean..” you laugh lightly at yourself “thank you”

“of course. and i’m sorry, for, you know, laughing, i-“ he huffs “i was sleeping, before you called… ugh i’m an idiot” he groans

you laugh again and he’s so relieved to hear it

“of course you were sleeping” you sigh again “can you just talk about stuff? i don’t know, distract me?”

“sure” he agrees gently, thinking for a second before launching into random descriptions of his plans for the next 24 hours and the stuff he’s excited to be working on etc

you do your nighttime routine and get into bed while he’s talking, interjecting occasionally, and eventually you slip into sleep

george stays on the phone with you while he works until you wake up and thinks about when he’ll be able to watch you wake up in his bed every morning

[zeroistyping]

Prompt: You and Punz are dating and you moved to Florida with him. When you met with Sapnap for the first time you all understand that there is some sexual tension soooo there is threesome in the end 👍🏻😋 (she/neutral)

punz x fem!reader x sapnap - sexual tension

feel free to request!

cw: threesome (obviously), name-calling, degrading, oral sex

nsfw under the cut, minors pls DNI!

Your relationship with Punz was simple- you were a couple, finally deciding to move in together, but not just somewhere but in Florida. The same state one of his best friends lived- Sapnap. You'd move far away from home, into a house in Orlando, a place you've never been before.

But who cares? Now you not only have one but two men who could constantly stare at you. Who's eyes could constantly wander up and down on your body. They both adore you- Sapnap and Punz.

What first was always just experienced through discord calls, was finally happening in real life. Sapnap could stare at you in real life. Today would be the first time you would meet each other in person. (without you knowing. You probably would have dressed up a little bit for the occasion if you'd known beforehand.).

Sapnaps eyes were glued on you and your black sweatpants with a tight top with no bra underneath. He stared and practically took off your clothes with his eyes, Punz saw that too. And some weird kind of possessiveness made itself clear in his stomach.

Was it jealousy? Was he jealous that one of his closest friends was basically eye-fucking his girlfriend without hiding it? Right in front of him?

Was it anxiousness? That you may notice it too, and want to rather go with Sapnap than stay with him?

Or maybe was it even anticipation? Maybe he wanted this to happen?

The tension in the room was thick (not bad though). You all noticed it. The flirty comments coming from all of you didn't help either.

While Sap and Punz were sitting on the couch together, talking a lot about streaming stuff, now and then looking at you, you were unpacking the last few boxes that were left after moving in. Right in front of them.

And you didn't notice how they whispered something to each other, making a plan and discussing exactly what would happen in the next few minutes. You also didn't notice that both stood up. You only noticed it when hands just suddenly grabbed your waist.

But that weren't the hands of your boyfriend. No, they felt much rougher. The hands on your waist are.. softer. Still rough but softer.

You tried to say something when Punz suddenly stood in front of you. "Hey baby..", he said while grabbing your jaw- staring into your eyes with nothing but lust, desire and hunger displayed in his eyes. "Sap and I talked a little bit, you know? And we've agreed.. that you're a fucking tease.. a slut, if you will. Walking around like that..”

You let out a shaky breath and leaned against Sapnap who still stood behind you. "But don't worry, beautiful.. you're pretty while being a slut..", the man behind you whispered in your ear before pressing small kisses behind your ear.

"P-punz..?", you looked at your boyfriend who pulled your top up without saying anything. "Look at that Sap, look at how slutty she looks. She doesn't say anything against it, she just accepts anything I do. I bet you'd let Sap fuck you, right? You would let him fuck your slutty cunt while I would use your pretty mouth."

You melted under his touch when his hands started to massage your boobs. "Do you want me to touch you too..? You could always say no, y/n.", Sapnap said in a serious tone. "Please touch me Sapnap.."

His breath hitched and a smirk found its way on his lips. "Yeah,, you're that desperate huh?" You let out a groan and just nodded as an answer while Punz was still focused on your exposed boobs.

You all quickly found your way to yours and Punzs bedroom with your clothes being forgotten somewhere in the hallway. "You're such a beautiful woman. You are perfect.", Sapnap said while his face was buried in between your legs, licking over your clit and smirking like an idiot while two fingers were knuckle-deep inside of you. But he quickly switched from fingering you while licking your clit to pushing his tongue in and out of you and pressing down on your sensitive spot.

You would have answered, you would have thanked him for being such a nice guy, for praising you and for pleasuring you. But you couldn't, since your mouth was busy choking on your boyfriends dick. His thrusts are merciless, showing you just how much in charge he is. That he's in charge even though another man is satisfying you as well.

He had to make sure that you knew that you're his. Punz wanted your throat to hurt so much that it would hurt days after. He wants your voice to be hoarse and his taste in your mouth for as long as possible.

And in this moment you've realized, your boyfriend is possessive. He's open to letting someone else do anything to you (with consent of course), as long as you know that you're his and nobody else.

Another thing you've realized while Sapnap was eating you out like a starving man and Punz was face-fucking you was, that you're in for a incredible and most likely never ending night.

[dreamcatcherrs]

mcyts reaction to you flinching during an argument

TW; slight mention of abuse, angst

+ sad boi hours; open

++ for all of you angst lovers<3

song recommendation: start//end - EDEN

dream:

when he yelled something at you, wanting some sort of response from you and you didn’t give it to him, he grabbed you by your arm angrily and pulled you close to him.

you flinched away from him, turning your head away in reflex to what his next move might be.

he would immediately let go of you, taking a step back. he would just look at you, heart dropping at the fact that you thought he’d ever do something to hurt you in any way.

would feel disappointed with himself even days after the incident, and would even doubt if him being with you was a good thing at all, where you’d have to reassure him for him to eventually forget about it.

georgenotfound:

you and george were having a disagreement about something, keeping a close proximity to each other throughout the argument.

after having raised his voice, he would be lifting his hand to move hair out of his face. and that’s when you flinched, closing your eyes thightly.

george honestly wouldn’t know what to do. he’d just be standing there, stuck in place out of shock. eventually, he’d gently grab your hand, scared to touch your face in case you’d flinch again.

he’d talk to you about how he’d never hurt you, and asked if there was some deeper reason as to why you’d flinched so easily.

sapnap:

he would be so angry at himself, and would probably, before you could even stop him, storm out of the house to clear his mind and think about what he’d just done.

when he came back, he would hug you so hard, tears streaming down his face and repeating phrases like “I’m so sorry” and “I’d never hurt you”.

he’d make sure you knew just how much he loved you, and that you had no reason to ever flinch away from him again. cuddle sessions are a definite yes after an incident like this.

badboyhalo:

oh my god, when I tell you this mans’ heart would break into a million pieces-

he’d crush your body in his arms, coddling you so tightly to him whilst whispering sweet words into your ear. he would feel so crushed.

the poor guy would be crying😖

after that, he would try his best to avoid getting into arguments, or at least avoid ever raising his voice at you again.

technoblade:

would feel really hurt that you thought he’d hit you. lowkey a little disappointed about how you flinched so easily just by him raising his hand slightly, but would push the selfish thought aside and talk to you about it calmly, even though the action had really hurt him.

he wasn't a violent person, and he thought you knew that.

he doesn't want to send you down a guilt trip or anything, but he just feels so… lost? makes him doubt wether you trust him and he could think about it for literal weeks, because he’d have a hard time talking about it.

wilbur soot:

runs a hand over his face, wide eyes staring back at you in shock. it takes him a moment to realise that you had just flinched because of him. that you'd acted out in a way people who are scared do. he doesn't really know what to do at first - he doesn't want to cause more damage.

“y/n…” he trails off, lifting a hand slowly towards you, afraid that he’ll scare you away. the last thing he’d ever want is for you to be scared of him.

he cant just stand there, and he can tell that all you really need right now is some comfort, so he’ll just grab you and pull you right into his arms, apologising over and over again and assuring you that he'd never make you flinch again.

skeppy:

he would be really confused.

like, he would just be standing there with a confused expression on his face until you looked up at him again. 

“did you think I was going to hit you?”

his bottom lip would tremble, and his heart would just be pounding out of his chest.

he’d feel better once you comforted him and told him that you just flinch easily, but he would still think about it sometimes when he looked at you.

karl jacobs:

his eyes would widen, quickly trying to reach out and touch you, only realising that the reason you flinched was because you didn’t want him to touch you. because you’d felt a reason to lift your hands in front of you in defence.

instead he would clasp his hand over his mouth, feeling tears well up in his eyes. and just let out a sob.

and that’s when you quickly ran to comfort him, going down with him when he fell onto his knees.

would profusely be mumbling sorries between sobs. that moment would scar him for a long time ;-;

fundy:

would immediately take you into his arms. he pushed aside how much it hurt to know that you could ever be scared of him, because you came first.

lots of back rubbing and cheek kisses - he would be very worried that you flinched because someone had actually hit you before you eve met him or something along those lines.

would apologise for scaring you and wipe tears away from your cheeks if you were crying.

would have a long conversation with you about it afterwards.

quackity:

would back away from you.

he didn’t know what the fuck to do. if he should comfort you or back the hell away. so he chose the safest option, seeing as you had clearly shown a sign of defence.

you would kinda just look at each other for a while.

“I- did you just-” he would cut himself off trying to form the right sentence.

“baby, I wouldn't hit you. you know I wouldn't… right?”

punz:

like sapnap, he would take off, leaving you in confusion and hurt about how you had so easily reacted like that.

he wanted to be there for you, but he knew that he needed to clear his mind and think about what had just happened before he could do that. once he was outside, he would yell at the top of his lungs, letting out his pain through doing so.

when he entered again, he would start talking about how he was such a dick and should be more careful with the way he moves and that he wouldn't ever hurt you or anything like that.

would ramble on until you shut him up, assuring him that there was no reason to be angry or upset. it would definitely calm him down, but he wouldn't be able to sleep very well that night knowing that he had made you flinch so badly.

awesamdude:

sam is just very shocked. and confused… and generally feels a lot of emotions washing over him all at once. the anger was still there, but he could hold it back for a while if it meant being able to wipe that expression off your face.

with furrowed brows he gently cups your cheeks, relieved when you didn't try to pull away or anything like that. he wouldn't really talk directly about it right then, but rather comforts you. you are his number one priority right now.

“hey, hey, hey. it’s okay, I’m here.” and then just hugs you and lets you cry it out on his shoulder. will talk to you about it later and eventually resolve your previous argument. makes sure you never flinch at him again.

corpse husband:

corpse knows he can get pretty heated in arguments, but to make you flinch… he’d never seen that one coming, and honestly, it would hit him like a truck. he would stumble over is own words, hands clamming to you protectively, only to move away again as he realised the one who he had to protect you from was himself. 

would beat himself up about it a lot afterwards. like, he’d think about that look on your face and just space out, which you would notice of course cause his brows would knit together and he’d look so fucking sad. he’d just be scared to do it again.

eret:

it was the worst thing he'd ever witnessed. you can almost hear his heart crack right into two pieces. he’d just look at you with sad, bulging puppy eyes until you moved to look at him again with guilt dancing in your eyes once seeing his.

“y/n, I… I would never hit you.”

I feel like he could cry depending on how bad the argument had been, but overall he is just very very sad. wouldn't be able to hold back even if he was scared of making you flinch again, and would just hold you. until you were ready to talk about it, he’d be right there with his hands clinging onto you for dear life.

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Finding a Forgotten Memory

Summary: A happy ending for this post and this one. 

Pairings: Parental! Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Tommy x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: ANGST! But there’s a happy ending.

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         Tommy swept his gear on the floor as he paced the length of his bedroom in his hotel, warm tears rolling down his face.

         He remembered the day Ghostbur had stormed into his home, balling, his tears creating smoke, that he couldn’t find his little blue. He had assured the ghost, she was fine. Probably hiding or she wandered a little farther than she should have.

         Grabbing his sword in case the search took too long, he followed Ghostbur into his sewer he’d moved back into after Tommy’s freedom from exile. Inside, Tommy had a few doubts as he looked at the bit of wreckage around the place.

         “Did you do this looking for her Ghostbur?” Tommy asked, sitting a barrel upright.

         “N-No. I-I s-s-s-he…” The ghost couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

         “I’ll look outside. Stay here in case she comes back alright?”

         Ghostbur nodded rapidly, clutching onto an already full piece of blue. Tommy nodded before leaving the sewer calmly then booking it to Phil’s.

         “Phil!” Tommy shouted, slamming the door open, startling the man and his crows. “There’s something wrong with Ghostbur.”

         “What? What’s wrong?” Phil immediately stood up.

         Tommy explained the situation and they both gathered everyone they could, a search party formed. (Y/N)’s name was shouted into the wind as everyone separated into many corners of the Dream SMP land and the L’Manberg land. Even people like Sapnap and Punz helped them look in their more familiar areas.

         But they couldn’t find the little girl and mobs had started to come out. Tommy, Phil, Techno, Fundy, and a few of L’Manberg citizens continued their searches. Techno and Phil went into more in-depth searches or rather questionings. Yet…there was no word of her…

         That was the night Phil fabricated the lie.

         “We’ll only use it till we figure out what happened. Ghostbur will have to believe it because Fundy refuses to talk to him but he likes (Y/N).” Phil assured the younger as he fidgeted in worry.

         They’d try to figure out what happened in the next few days!

         …

         Then a few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months…

         They’d lost hope and even though there was no message on the walkies, they knew the magic had a range and (Y/N) …she had to be gone…They didn’t know what happened, could only speculate.

         Time had to move on and people grieved, Tommy taking it hard as the little girl had helped him through hell without knowing. She was part of his family and she had made him smile when he needed it the most, not even knowing he had needed her little games and laughs. He wished he had those when he had gone through the final battle with Dream, yet even after his victory, he continued to grieve and now seethe as Dream dangled a fruit of revival in front of him.

         Listening to the same horse shit, day after day…

         They had told Ghostbur once or twice in the beginning but Phil told everyone to keep up the lie when the ghost would just break completely, unable to function at all. Tommy couldn’t handle it anymore that Ghostbur didn’t remember the one thing he thought the ghost would never forget. That he wasn’t grieving like him. The little girl only helped Tommy through a rough time but that same little girl was Ghostbur’s entire world! It wasn’t fair to her memory that Ghostbur simply forgot the end of it!

         He knew the ghost couldn’t help it and that the ghost would break if he actually remembered but it frustrated him to no end because Tommy didn’t forget and broke at his own memories and he couldn’t live like this anymore! He…he couldn’t let the little girl be gone any longer…

         He looked at the prison from his window, before clenching his hands. He needed to pay an “old friend” a visit.

         …

         Tommy stood on the other side of the netherite blocks as the lava behind him finished cascaded down and the barrier was gone between him and the smiley masked man.

         “Tommy! What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream asked, spreading his arms as he laughed.

         “Business. I want that revive book Dream.”

         “The revive book? You know I can’t just give that to you Tommy. I won’t revive Wil—”

         “Not…Wilbur,” Tommy muttered.

         Yes, the boy wanted his older brother back but he wanted this little girl back first.

         “Not Wilbur? Who would you want? Not Schlatt.” Dream mocked and Tommy clenched his jaw.

         “Just shut up you bastard and listen!” Tommy shouted and Dream stopped, watching. “You’re going to bring (Y/N) back or I’ll never visit you again and we both know how much you want me to visit.”

         Dream stood there before grinning wickedly behind his mask. “(Y/N)? Huh. You’re going to have to remind me who they are…”

         “YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO SHE IS!” Tommy snapped, doing his best to keep his tears in. “She was the little girl you hated because she made me happy during exile!!”

         “Oooh, right. Ghostbur’s kid.” He chuckled, turning from him. “How’s he doing?”

         Tommy restrained himself with great difficulty.

         “Such a bad memory, his child going missing, I’m sure he’s practically been destroyed…”

         Tommy felt the warm tears in the corner of his eyes as he took deep breaths.

         “Or did he finally forget the little brat?”

         He lost it.

         He pinned Dream to the obsidian wall and barked at his smiley mask.

         “YOU’RE GOING TO BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW YOU GREEN FUCKING PRICK!”

         Then Tommy saw his wicked grin under his mask.

         “I’d love to Tommy, but I can’t bring back what’s living.”

         “W-What?” Tommy sputtered, confused.

         Dream laughed as Tommy let him go.

         “You never saw the message because there was no message to have! It wasn’t my goal after all to kill her.”

         Tommy’s world stopped before his heart pounded. She…She was still alive?! But Dream had been in prison for three months after they finally decided she was gone. She…She wouldn’t have survived…

         “And now that you know, the clock is ticking Tommy. Will you lose her and have to deal with another ghost? Of course, I can make it simple. Let me out and I’ll give her right back.”

         Tommy shook. He had mourned for her. He had stopped…looking for her…

         Shaking his head, Tommy stepped behind the barrier, it going up, shocking Dream. No, Tommy needed to make this right.

         “I’ll find her. Suck it, green boy.” Tommy snarled, before stepping onto the bridge.

         “YOU WON’T! SHE’LL DIE BEFORE YOU FIND HER TOMMY! ONLY I KNOW WHERE SHE IS AND SHE’LL STARVE SLOWLY!”

         But Dream underestimated Tommy’s determination…

         …

         “PHIL!” Tommy shouted on the walkie as he sprinted back for his hotel for his gear.

         “Don’t talk to me, Tommy! How could—” Phil started to yell at him.

         “(Y/N) IS STILL ALIVE!”

         “W-What?” Phil stopped.

         “I went to Dream to revive her and he admitted to taking her. She’s still alive. We need to find her now!”

         Tommy slid slightly as he got to the entrance of the hotel before dashing in.

         “H-How, what?!”

         “IT’S A LONG STORY NOW WE NEED TO LOOK! We need to every fucking place Dream’s ever been!”

         They had figured she had been kidnapped. They just hadn’t known by who. Dream had been prime suspect, but even then, he had an alibi; and at the time, they couldn’t exactly search the most powerful man’s places.

         “O-Ok. Ok! I’ll get everyone!”

         Tommy grabbed his gear and went to meet with everyone else. The search was back months later but they had new information. Dream was tricky with his hiding and everyone had to be clever as they went into different corners of the world…

         Tommy didn’t sleep for two days as they searched everywhere they could as his thoughts went rampant. What if Dream was just messing with him again? Lying to get him to let him out! What if Tommy had just given everyone false hope…

         Then as the sun just breaking into light purples on a new day, Tubbo cried out on the walkie.

         “WE FOUND SOMETHING! WE FOUND SOMETHING IN DREAM’S BUNKER!”

         Fear didn’t even grip Tommy as he sprinted for the nether portal. Tubbo, Ranboo, and a small crew of others took to the task of taking the bunker physically apart in hopes to find anything.

         Tubbo justified by saying this was where Dream had held his biggest cards. He wouldn’t have kept (Y/N) too far from there.

         Tommy stumbled into the room as he saw Ranboo standing back to be there if someone got stuck as Tubbo, Foolish, and Jack carefully digging around a mechanism they had destroyed. Tommy pulled out his own pick and joined them.

         After some time, they managed to crumble away stone into a hallway.

         “I’ll go,” Tommy muttered.

         He hated the tight space of the hall but he had to know and if it was a trap, he wanted to take it. Carefully going down the hall with his axe instead, he didn’t go too far before he found a door. Opening it slowly, he found a plain room and…a little girl in a dirty blue hoodie spinning around bored in the room.

         “(Y/N)!” Tommy choked on a sob before dashing into the room and hugging her tightly.

         She yelped in surprise before grinning widely. “Uncle Tommy! I told Dream you’d visit!”

         Tommy cried as he squeezed her. She was so naïve as always. She hadn’t changed in the missing months…He missed his niece so much.

         “Your crying! I don’t have any blue.” She said, looking around the empty room.

         “I-I’m ok (Y/N).” He laughed quietly. “They’re happy tears…but there’s a ghost that would love to see you…”

         She gasped. “I missed daddy! Is he here?”

         “No…but I know he’d love to play a game of hide and seek…”

         “Ok, do you have any food? The tall man hasn’t brought me any.” She explained as he stood up.

         He frowned in confusion before his eyes went wide. The person that had been helping Dream while he was in prison.

         “(Y/N), what did she look like?” Tommy asked quickly.

         She shrugged. “He was very tall and he wore funny clothes and he wore a mask.”

         “Like Dream’s?”

         She shook her head. Tommy frowned deeply. Who the hell had been helping him?

         “I don’t have food on me but I’m sure Ghostbur will gladly give you dinner.”

         She grinned as he carried her out. The others cheered seeing the pair, sharing hugs with her as Tommy continued to hold her. Everyone over the radio celebrated as Ranboo made the announcement. Phil nearly collapsed in happiness when they got to L’Manberg, relieved he hadn’t lost another child he had helped care for.

         Reluctantly, before Tommy brought her to the sewer, Tommy told her not to tell Ghostbur about her “trip”. It was a little secret between the two of them. She promised not to tell and Tommy brought her into the sewer, seeing Ghostbur was doing his daily morning to find his little blue. He hid (Y/N) in a barrel he knew Ghostbur checked before rushing out.

         He waited by the door as he heard a cry of laughter, smiling lightly before leaving, his work done.

         “There you are little blue! It’s breakfast time, not time to play hide and seek!” Ghostbur laughed, hugging the little girl tightly, not really understanding why he had before he gasped hearing her stomach rumble. “You’re starving! Let’s have a big breakfast!”

         She giggled, agreeing with him as she snuggled into him.

         “Your hoodie is getting dirty, we’ll wash that before we go visit Phil and Tommy, ok?”

         “Ok, daddy. I love you.”

         “I love you too my little blue. I love you so much.” He muttered without thinking, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

May I ask for yandere Punz alphabet? 🙋🏾‍♀️

Author's note- Of course Love! (I don't remember if I proof read this or not)

Warnings- Gaslighting, Murder, Dehumanizing someone, Starvation, Dehydration, Greed, Drowning, Physical Abuse, Cults Mentioned (Eggpire), Lack of freedom and No freedom of speech.

Yandere Punz Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Punz isn't the most affectionate guy out there, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like cuddles and stuff.

Punz main form of showing affection is gift giving, giving various gifts such as jewelry and clothing.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Since Punz is a Mercenary, he knows how to get rid of evidence quite well, so if he were to kill someone, nothing of their will be found, not even the body.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Punz wouldn't really mock you, but he'd definitely tease you about how easy it was and how you should've learned how to fight.

Punz would give your space since getting a new home takes time to get use to, so Punz will respect your space for at least 2 months, and if you're not use to it by then, too bad!

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Killing people, and forcing you spend time with the Egg, and maybe even forcing you to join the Eggpire if you're not immune to the Egg.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Punz let's his guard down when he's around you, because he knows how easy he can take advantage of you, so he doesn't need to worry if you hurt him, cause he would just say he didn't feel a thing.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it hilarious, this man is a lover of chaos, so you fighting him like this makes him love you even more, but sooner or later he'll just get bored and give you a punishment.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Yeah it's a game to him, reminds him of when he and the Dream Team would play manhunt, so he'll just treat it as such. He'll most likely find you in a day or 2, but if the egg helps than within a few hours.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You pissed Punz off, and by pissed I mean pissed. Punz dragged you by your hair and held a knife to your throat, slowly digging it into your neck, and in front of you is one of your family members or friend, who is tied to a table.

Punz would tell you to kill them as he digs the knife into your neck as it begins to bleed, and he'll also say the sooner you kill them the less damage your neck will have.

And if you don't kill them, Punz would yell, insult and Gaslighting you into doing it, seeing you stab the body of your loved one over, and over and over again, until they stop moving. You crying while blood is all over your hands, shirt and face, and not to mention you can barely make a sound due to your throat. Punz would call you a good doll before sitting you down and patching up your neck, in the same room as the dead body.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind or/with their darling?

To live in a mansion and be fucking rich, while causing chaos within the server.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

If Punz is jealous by someone he doesn't know/care about, it's on sight, he's killing them with no second thoughts.

Now if it was one of his friends (Ex: Dream), then he'll tell them to back off.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Punz is pretty chill around his Darling, but he will threaten and hurt them if they misbehave.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Punz would most likely flirt with you and invite you to Manhunt games, and maybe even give you things you like.

Punz would also send you letters and be kinda romantic.

Punz would basically be a simp.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I mean, it really depends, because Punz can and will hurt you, but he's also pretty chill and respects some of your privacy.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depends on what you did.

If you pissed him off by misbehaving or annoying him, he'll most likely put you on a collar and a leash, tie you to a pole in a pitch black basement and keep you there with no food and water for a few days.

If you escaped, HAH, enjoy going insane for the next few hours cause he's hunting you down. And once he gets you back he'll probably stick your head underwater and drown you, and after he would force you to say things like you love him and you'll never leave him.

If you were to insult or disrespect the Egg, this man would either A- Take one of your canon lives, or B- Beat you until you can barely move, and then starving you for 2 weeks.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Freedom, Freedom of wearing what you want, being humanized and the freedom to think for yourself

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Punz is pretty patient with his Darling, but, depending on what it is he could lose it rather quickly.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his Darling dies, Punz would beg the Egg to bring them back, and if the Egg can't bring them back he'll visit your grave everyday and leave gifts for you, and and he'd keep some of your items so you would always be with him.

You already know what happens if you escape.

Bold of you to assume you can leave Punz by saying you don't want to date him anymore.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

I don't think he'll feel bad, yeah he may be upset because you don't want to be with him, but that doesn't make him regret what he did.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Possibly the greed for more.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If you scream because of him, Punz would tell you to shut up. But if it's because of someone else, he would demand every piece of info about that person.

If you cry (Not punishment related) he'd comfort you and give you some of your favorite snacksl

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He'll treat you more like a pet than a person.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The fact that Punz can be a simp sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes this man's lovesickness is too much to contain.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Only if necessary.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

When Punz is in simp mode he will worship you and do whatever you want, if it makes you happy he'll do it.

If he's just normal Punz then he wants you to worship him, like a good puppy.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

3-4 years.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

His main goal is to break you and then morph you into his perfect pet.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Mini-Golf | Sapnap

Requested? Never lmfao

Warnings? Getting drunk?

Summary: You and Sap go on a double date with your best friend and Punz

Word Count: 1,196

If you want to see the best friends POV with Punz go over to @kasey-writes-stuff! or you can find it here !

(y/bf/n) or (y/f/n) = your best friends name

The fact that Sap and Punz were able to find a mini-golf place that also lets you drink while playing, was equal parts funny and genius. You were probably halfway through the course and feeling good with the alcohol flowing through your system. You had quite a few drinks, but being a heavyweight it didn’t do anything to you.

You and Sap walked along with hands intertwined loosely, the buzz making you less self-conscious about the fact that this was your fourth date with the boy. You laugh as you watch your best friend stumble up to the next hole, Punz holding out his hands behind you in case anything happens.

You roll your eyes, glancing over to sap who wore the same expression. You knew that Punz and your best friend were head over heels for each other but never said anything till recently. They were painfully shy around each other.

When the two lightweights finally make their shot, you step up to the hole, dropping your gold ball in front of you. You position the club in front of you, putting entirely too much focus on the action.

“Need some help?”

Sap comes up behind you, slipping his arms around you till his hands meet yours. You flush at the contact, your cheeks brightening at his touch. He guides you as you take your shot, coming incredibly close to making a hole in one.

In all honesty, you had been playing golf since you were a kid. Your dad paid entirely too much money for you to take lessons and participate in dumb charity tournaments. But you’d easily do anything to have Sap’s arms around yours.

Even buzzed you could have made that shot. The smile on Sap’s face pulls you right out of that though. You suddenly hear your best friend and Punz making gagging noises and you roll your eyes looking over at the couple.

“Y’all are so cliche!” (y/bf/n) calls.

“Says the one who’s fighting every urge to lean on Punz.”

Your best friend’s face floods a light pink and you smirk at the face she makes. She offers a half-hearted shut up as Punz giggles next to her. He wraps his arms around her and now it’s your turn to gag internally and turn around.

You take Sap’s hand in yours and drag him to the next hole, keeping an eye out for your best friend. His hand slips from yours to your waist and you lean against the taller boy.

“How drunk do you think they’ll get?” He whispers in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“Five bucks we have to carry them home,” you mutter, and Sap grins.

“You’re on. But make it another date instead, and I bet you that they’re passed out in the car.”

“Deal,” you say grinning and holding out your hand. Sap takes it and you light up at the feeling of his palm perfectly pressed into yours.

Punz finally makes his shot and the four of you move on to the next hole. Just as you reach it, someone comes around offering more drinks and you all happily grab one, downing it with ease. The drink seems to work instantly, your best friend and Punz feeling the effects of the shot.

Your best friend practically carries Punz and vice versa as you all head to the last hole. You’re grateful you’ve reached the last hole knowing at any moment either Punz or your best friend are gonna end up getting hurt or simply passing out on the course.

“Nooo sap,” Punz pouts visibly tightening his grip around your best friend. “I don’t want to let go.”

“(y/n),” (y/bf/n) whines out. “I don't want him to go.”

You cast a glance at Sap and all he does is shrug in response. You nod before turning back to the couple who are pretty much wrapped up in each other.

“Okay how about we stay the night at Sap’s place and y’all won’t have to let go?”

It wasn’t the first time you had slept over at the boy’s house, fuck all of you guys had sleepovers all the time. However, your heart kicks up in a different way at the idea of falling asleep with Sapnap.

“Woo sleepover!!” The couple calls and you smile at them.

You and Sap each grab a friend and haul them to the car. You make it back to the apartment and before you can even try and help (y/bf/n) and Punz they’re stumbling out of the car and holding onto each other as they wobble.

You look over at Sap who’s gaze has shifted from them to you, and you flush underneath his stare. He makes a gesture to get out of the car. You get out and Sap is instantly by your side, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leads you up the stairs as if you haven’t been here a million times.

Just as you reach the threshold of the apartment, you find Punz shirtless and your best friend reaching to take off her shirt as well. You let out a squeak, rushing over to grab your friend and stop her before she does something she regrets.

Sap shrieks, shielding his eyes and turning towards Punz. You giggle behind your hand as you drag your friend off to the bathroom. You help your best friend get dressed before leading them back over to Punz, who takes her to his room.

You turn towards Sap, smiling sheepishly as if you were the one who was ready to whip off their clothes without a second thought. Sap grins and takes your hand in his pulling you towards his room.

“How hungover do you think they’ll be?” you asked Sap who hands you a t-shirt to sleep in.

You quickly change into it, the material falling over your figure. Sap tries not to stare, busying himself with falling into bed and pulling at the covers. You turn to him and he opens his arms making you smile.

You crawl into his embrace and Sap presses his face into your hair. The two of you falling asleep with ease. You wake up the next morning and for a second you forget where you are. Until you try to move and feel Sap tighten his grip on your waist.

A knowing smile is rested on your lips as you turn in his embrace. His eyes flutter open, baby browns staring into yours.

“How you feeling?” he asks huskily.

“Better than (y/f/n) and Punz for sure,” you joke, and he giggles.

“So,” he says, trailing his hands up your arms. “Since neither of us really won our bet last night, want to come to a truce? Breakfast on me?”

“Sounds good.”

You both get up, changing into some of Sap’s clothes again before you sneak out. You grab two water bottles, aspirin, and scribble a note down and leave it next to (y/f/n).

When you close the door behind you Sap is grinning and pulling you into him, the two of you headed to breakfast.

[ruby-whistler]

one of the saddest things about c!dream is that he never cut his attachments so that he couldn't be hurt. he cut his attachments so they couldn't be hurt.

as someone who analyses c!dream a lot, this seems pretty obvious, but the bastard is good at hiding things, so let me explain;

c!dream knew everyone hated him, he knew that very well. he made it very clear that he was afraid people would go after the those he cared about as a result. here's some quotes to back that up;

DREAM He’s not being neutral anymore and also he’s been getting attacked non-stop by Technoblade and others, who don’t want him to be king. [ . . . . . ] And George has been getting killed and attacked and his armor’s stolen from him.

. . . . . . .

DREAM And you’re always there to have my back and- I know that I pay you, but still… You know, it goes- you know, it’s a little beyond that I would think, and um… I don’t see-

PUNZ Yeah, we’ve definitely grown a strong alliance I would say. Strong friendship.

DREAM And… recently… everyone’s been turning against me. I don’t know who I have on the server other than you right now that’s… that’s on my side and that’s dangerous, because- I mean… If they got together and were organized, I’m not sure I would be able to- how many of you are on the entire server… [ . . . . . ] So, yeah, I guess I- I’m getting a tad worried um… I know… They went after Techno and I can assume that this means that they’re- they’d- You know… They’ll probably go after me. [ . . . . . ] You know… I did a lot of things and even though I’m being good now… I am nervous.

PUNZ Understandably.

DREAM And I think that… there’s a couple things that we should talk about, but- but one, I think that you should… not be on my side.

PUNZ Really…? *stops walking*

DREAM Well… *looks back at Punz* You should, but you should act like you’re not on my side. Because if you’re on my side then you’ll be in danger and probably before they take me out, they’ll try and take you out and then I won’t be there to help you and… That would not be good. But if you’re not helping me and you’re not on my side… Then they have no reason to go after you. Right?

[ credit: @dsmptranscripts on twitter ]

his quest of "cutting attachments" wasn't about helping himself or abandoning his friends for selfish reasons at all. it was him sacrificing the fact he could've kept them by his side - they could've helped him, they could've been there - so that they wouldn't be hurt, because there was a genuine danger in being aligned with him.

he didn’t ignore the effect his bad actions could have on the people he represented (unlike some people have /lh /j). this is not excusing what he actually did of course, but rather shedding light on the fact that he was threading lightly for his friends' sakes, even being willing to lose them to make sure that wouldn't happen.

he chose the dark path he thought would lead to a brighter future, and left his friends behind to pick them up once he got all of the obstacles out of the way himself.

but he never came back.

and this only half-applies to the dethronement; because c!dream wasn’t leaving c!george and c!sapnap, no, they did that.

c!george got assassinated by c!techno, then almost got himself into a conflict with l'manberg. he was heavily connected to c!dream.

if dream cut those ties - at least on the surface, by dethroning him - people wouldn't want to harass him as much, right? because in reality, they had nothing against george. they just hated dream, who was in charge of the faction. george being its figurehead was dangerous, especially since dream was, at that time, planning to destroy l'manberg for good.

c!dream's way of disconnecting himself from c!george was dethroning him. ridding him of a title tightly connected to him (let's not lie to ourselves here and pretend the monarchy ever had any real power to be taken away).

he couldn't truly leave them behind, but, well. in the end, they ended up doing that for him - and of course, he couldn't reach out, because what would happen to them if he let people know he cared?

because c!dream's "cutting of attachments" wasn't about caring, really, because he couldn't stop caring. he could only pretend, he could only try to convince people otherwise - he could only yell about not caring about anything when it was being threatened in front of his eyes. he couldn't stop caring, and so he didn't, and he lost everything instead.

fast-forwards to c!punz; the one person who he kept on his side, because he was rational, he was resilient, and he wasn't endangered for the bigger part of their alliance - but c!dream saw everything going downhill and expressed concern.

he was concerned about people hating him, not for him, but once again, for the safety of the people he cared about.

so, what did he do? once again, he suggested pretending to cut ties. they didn't work together anymore (at least on the surface; there will always be suspicions) and in the end, they cut ties for good, and c!dream was left alone;

not because he "pushed his friends away". not because he "was scared of being controlled" - but because he cared too much about them to let them care back.

people try to paint c!dream as this callous figure who only uses his friends and throws them away when he doesn't need them anymore, but in reality - he would rather hurt himself than be responsible for his friends', his family's pain.

he's lost everything but care - he did awful things and hurt people a lot, but he also loves his friends, and he cares more than he admits, and he shows it especially by how much he makes sure not to let them take the fall for his actions.

he's not a good person, and i'll never pretend that he is - but he genuinely cares, he's human and he's lost things that matter to him and he isn't selfish - all of this proves he's actually anything but.

[fluffallamaful]

So, Pet Dream AU. How does the reveal go?

I actually really love the heartbreaking imagery of him automatically transforming back when he feels loved and safe, and how he has to stop himself from feeling either of those things if he wants to actually keep them. (;-; That’s so sad, what.) But it’s also worth mentioning that he IS stuck like this for a while regardless, so while he might transform back for a few minutes or so, being a little blob is kind of…not his choice rn. Which means he will be helpless if anyone decides to hurt him, and he knows it. (Also he really does need to stay in this form for a while as he recovers. He’s probably planning to transform back as soon as he feels like he’s able to not collapse instantly anymore, but that would also be something that would hurt him even more.)

I kind of like the idea of him shifting back in front of everyone, overwhelmed by how much they obviously care for him — only for them to stare at him in shock and the panic making him instantly revert back to being a blob, instead of only after the initial feeling gradually subsided. So now he’s a tiny helpless blob in front of a mob of people with every reason to punt him across the map.

Of course he books it, what else is he gonna do?

He doesn’t make it far, though. Not because he’s not a good hider, but because he’s simply not in good shape. He’s still pretty malnourished, as well as heavily injured, and he’s been sedentary in a closed box for a year. Not to mention that he’s devastated. He had everything he’d wanted for years, and he ruined it! He wants to scream, curse, kick himself — but mostly he just wants to cry.

Meanwhile, everyone is freaking the fuck out because what the hell was that? Probably a whole host of emotions is going on right then, for everyone. But…eventually they actually start to use their heads, and realize that — wait a minute, the little blob — Dream — wasn’t acting like they’d normally expect Dream to act. Dream had been helping them as a blob. He’d point out flaws in a paranoid Tommy’s base defenses for him to patch up. He’d nuzzle into Quackity’s cheeks whenever he stayed up at night crying about Charlie and also his lost loves, using his fur to dry his tears. He’d play fight with Michael, gently and happily keeping the toddler occupied as Tubbo and Ranboo watched with amusement from the sidelines. And sure, maybe some of that could have been manipulation — but all of it? It just wouldn’t make sense.

Maybe Punz spills the beans, or at least some of the beans. Maybe he tells them that Dream just wanted his family back, and that he had a plan for it. Maybe he dips a toe in the water to see how they react. Nobody knows what to think anymore, but they all decide that they should at least TRY to find him. Especially because it has started to rain.

Quackity’s the one to find him. Again, Dream hadn’t made it very far. He had ended up hiding under some bushes, wet and shivering and obviously very distressed. And sure, Quackity doesn’t like Dream. Quackity made it his goal to torture Dream to the point where the man would rather commit suicide than live another day. But Quackity loved that little blob, and the image of that little white blob soaked with rain and crying in little distressed chirps — he just can’t stand it. So he talks in that little soft voice he’d reserved specifically for the little blob, and he successfully coaxes him out of his hiding spot, and he finally manages to pick him up and cradle him in his arms before sending a note to everyone that he found Dream, and that they’ll be at the community house.

i’m going to burst into actual tears like the plot twists and the ducking rain and omg your story telling skills are incredible and i am as distressed as a tiny wet weakened blob rn omfgggf /pos

(discussions wnsjcjxjwhwb)

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HIM TRANSFORMINF AND THEN STRAIGHT AWAY TRANSFORMING baCK is perfect 😭😭 that’s so sad because he’d be so mad and upset that he had ruined everything but also so incredibly scared :(( and once again he runs but by his luck it starts rAINing 😖

perhaps the first reactions from everyone is to actually run after him, but it’s punz that holds them back — purely to ensure that they’re not running to harm him. he explains dream’s situations and the reasoning behind his blob transformations,, and takes a lot of the blow of peoples anger and confusion (let’s them all yell at him purely so they don’t yell at him)

meanwhile quackity’s the one that branches off, wandering off in the rain to search for the little white blob that he has grown so attached to. it is virtually impossible to imagine sharing the same vulnerability with dream that he had shared with this little blob. but if the human dream that he had despised for so long truly had a softer, genuine side to him,, then quackity felt that it was worth it to truly find out and understand. and more than that, he feels that dream is worthy of help

he finds dream in a bush, not far away from where he had started running at all (cries 😭) and takes a seat next to the bush to monologue to him lmao. but like explaining how much dream has helped him, and asking him why dream did it? was it manipulative? did you actually want to help? was he being used? he’s still soaking wet in the rain, his beanie has just about soaked through and he can barely see through the raindrops on his eyelashes

eventually dreams shivering blob figure manages to drag itself out from the bush,, . hesitantly. his head is dropped in shame, and he is saturated. he looks up at quackity with the saddest most heartbreaking expression quackity has ever seen, and produces a whimpered chirp that quackity absolutely recognises as an apology. he looks pathetic, and quackity has no choice but to scoop him up. he simply cannot stand the sight of the blob that had created so much joy for him, being so broken and scared. he tucks him into his dress shirt — wincing at the feeling of his cold, wet body against his skin — and carries him back to the community house

he dries dream off and feeds him soup fzgshbvkxks. he speaks to him and unloads all his feelings. he laughs when dream tries to consume his complimentary bread roll whole. they light a campfire on the community roof once the rain stops. quackity holds dream up in his palm so that he can appreciate the view of the server better. quackity can’t stop asking if this is truly what dream wants, to get along like this, no tricks or strategy. dream makes it clear that he does. he proves his point by leaping up to nuzzle into quackity’s neck. quackity giggles and calls him a little fuck,, and then catches him and wiggles his own finger around dreams neck.

they stay up on the rooftop all night, knowing that by morning the rest of the server would find quackitys note and would be on their way to confront dream. quackity has already made up his mind though :’)

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[cdroloisms]

i think that although the theories/aus of puffy's son dream and wil's brother dream are interesting to think about, especially the implications, the (probably) canon statement that he really has no family to me hits the hardest. because it's just dream, you know. his friends hate him, he has none (p relatable), but i can't really imagine,, both not having friends and not having a family. that's kind of what keeps a lot of us sane and okay ( - quill anon (same anon from the c!tubbo c!wil ask) )

ouch quill anon ,, this ask Hurt. it’s true - usually, it’s our family and friends that keep us going, that are the ones that we fight for and live for and love for. c!dream’s “family” was his reasoning behind ,, a lot of the stuff he did, good or bad, and even now you can hear his desperation in getting someone, anyone to visit sometimes, in wanting to know how people are doing outside the cell. 

at the same time, he’s a character very much defined by his solitude, by his isolation, by all of the time he has spent,, alone. by the alliances that had been broken, betrayed, forgotten. by how- at the end of the day - he sits for hours on end in an obsidian box with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. it’s awfully ,, sad, despite everything he’s done. through it all, he’s alone. he survives the horrors of the vault (until this current arc) alone. nobody’s there to hear his thoughts. nobody knows his mindset, or feelings, or wants, or anything that really makes him human. for someone so driven by people, he spends so much time completely isolated - and it’s. honestly really, really tragic. 

anyway, this is a sad little drabble set pre-roommates arc abt c!dream in the prison, alone, bc he makes me Sad. 

tw: mentioned torture, abuse, violence, broken bones, blood, injuries, mental deterioration, isolation, panic attacks, self-deprecation, trauma, memory loss, death, contemplations of death, dark content, dark imagery

The blank book in his hand stares at him stubbornly, the stark white of the untouched pages nearly burning his eyes, used to the dark walls and floor of the cell. Dream’s hand shakes around his quill, ink splotches marring the pages from where his too-unsteady hand had let the nib brush against the paper and left freckles of black spots behind. He pulls his thumb back from the bottom left corner, hissing slightly when it leaves a dull red fingerprint behind, a smudge of half-dried blood further dirtying the paper.

He’d pulled out one of the books for some reason, probably on a whim, letting his hands run over the leather spine and along the thread of the binding absentmindedly after Quackity left for the day. He hadn’t touched them in a while - he liked to save them, at the beginning, just in case visitors came and he wanted to thank them or if he needed to communicate (though he hadn’t gone silent since Sapnap left, ‘cause Sapnap wanted him to talk and he doesn’t know why he still clings to that visit when it’s been months and he still hasn’t come back, but he promised that if Dream behaved he’d visit again and - it’s stupid to hope, but Dream can’t give up, not yet) and then he kept them because he would need them for the revive book and the Warden would confiscate them, anyway, so it was better not to get attached. Regardless, he’d stubbornly ignored the chest of books for a long time, let the remain closed and the clasp go unlatched as he wasted his days away watching the walls drip bright purple and pretend he didn’t miss his clock.

Until now.

He runs his fingers along the surface of the paper again, ignoring the red and black smudges they leave in their wakes, ruining the previously unblemished pages. The paper is smooth, bearing a very slight grain, and smells clean and woody - this book must’ve been a newer one the Warden replaced into the chest. He’d counted the pages a few times, front and back - there are fifty sheets, so a hundred pages to use as he sees fit, completely empty and untouched. The quill shakes in his hand, the tip pressed against the paper, unmoving.

What is there to write?

He’s forgotten why he pulled out the book in the first place, already - his head keeps getting fuzzier, memory impossibly fragmented and seemingly worsening with every passing day. He knows he had a reason because he’d been very determined about it, had spent what must have been hours dragging himself along the obsidian floor with a broken shinbone jutting out of his right leg and a dislocated left shoulder that he’d taken an extra few minutes to jam back in place by pressing it against the floor. Something had come into his head, probably in the middle of Quackity’s daily session, and he’d found himself desperate to write it down before he forgot despite the throbbing of his head and the pain in his chest making it impossible to take a full breath.

(He must have talked back, or acted defiant, or something - he doesn’t remember much besides the look Quackity had given him after, dark and angry and tight with rage. There had been a hand tangled in his hair, a blade jammed right up against his throat, curses and screams in his ears dying into a singular ringing echo as the blade was pushed deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until a few minutes later when Quackity realized that he’d gone too deep and that Dream was choking on his own blood - his memories shatter, and there’s nothing but more screaming, red and black and blood everywhere, warm against his skin, the sweet-sour taste of glistening melon on his tongue, a healing pot desperately stitching his skin together and bringing him back from the darkness that he’d swelled in the corners of his vision - mostly, he remembers everything going cold and numb and he’d realized, halfway into the Void, that he would never leave the Vault alive.)

His hands tighten on the book as he breathes a shallow, harsh breath through his teeth, because - oh. Oh. He looks back at the trembling white plume in his hand, at his shaking fingers clenched tightly near the end, and he swallows the thick, heavy feeling in his throat. Quackity had- and he had- and then-

Right.

He forces air into his lungs steadily, counting the seconds off in his head. He’d learned how to stave off panic attacks on his own ages ago, and the knowledge had come to full use in the Vault - the struggle to stay calm seems harder with every passing day, but he can’t exactly risk himself passing out every three seconds when he’s inevitably set off by the smell of blood or a twinge of pain or any of the million other triggers crammed into this tiny box that’s been the source of all of his torment for months. He keeps up the slow, steady breathing for another few minutes, just enough time to pull back the darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision, and looks back down at the blank paper.

It stares back at him, almost judgmental of his hesitancy. You opened me up, it seems to challenge him, why aren’t you writing? The quill still shakes in his hand. He doesn’t know if it’ll ever stop shaking again.

Dear, he begins, almost in defiance, proof that he Is Going To Write Something, thank you very much, he isn’t just going to chicken out and leave it a blank book (like you have before?) but the quill tip digs into the paper as he grinds to a sudden halt, the empty space next to the first word nearly taunting. He feels his mouth dry, heat rising behind his eyes - the book, silent and blank as ever, stays imprinted in his vision even as he squeezes them shut.

Dear, what a stupid, sentimental way to start a letter. He can’t even fool himself into thinking of it as a business venture, turn it into an elaborate plan to escape and address it to either Techno or Wilbur (who would never receive his message anyway), not without admitting his regard for the two edged past his pretense of professional interested and owed favors. He can hardly write it to Ranboo, not without compromising their already fragile alliance (if it even exists, anymore. The enderman hybrid had yet to visit for months - and sure, it was probably for the best, who knows how Quackity would react if he found out about the nature of their relationship, but that didn’t make it sting any less.)

In the back of his minds, name rise from where he’d kept them carefully buried despite his best efforts. Punz. Bad. Puffy. Sapnap. George. He shakes his head, trying to wave away them from his thoughts, but the effort is as fruitless as it has always been - he stares at the first word angrily, like it has betrayed him, and receives no response. The words are messy, shaking, his script overly looping and rounded like a child’s. He hates it, hates how cheery it looks, even on the bloodstained page - it looks like the beginning of a birthday card, or a perhaps a particularly dedicated Halloween party invite. Like he’s some sort of lovesick teen, writing letters to crushes that would never pay him a second glance. He laughed a little, without any real humor - minus the romance, that description isn’t all that far off.

Because- well. His memories might be shot to all hell, but he doubts he’ll ever forget the hatred on Sapnap’s face, a loaded crossbow pointed between his eyes, George’s expression set in disinterested apathy - “George, you can give the word.” Bad’s face, twisted in pity and resignation, voice carefully measured as he looks away and gestures at the cell, “you did do some pretty bad stuff to get put in here though, Dream,” the hidden “you deserve it” that he’d heard, just as clearly behind the words. Punz - “you should’ve paid me more” - jaw set stiffly as people poured through the portal, watching, wordless, as Dream bled out twice on that blackstone floor. Puffy, poorly hidden disgust flickering over her face as she looks away from him being dragged away in chains, sword held steady in her hands. Sapnap, that same fiercely determined expression on his face so familiar that thinking of it aches, even now, “it’s gonna be me, who takes your final life.” Months and months and months and months, alone.

Always, always, alone.

The page makes a quiet, complaining groan under his pen - he looks down to see it torn under the tip of his quill, the word completely unreadable under line after line of black ink scratched over it, each one deeper than the last. He stares blankly at it for a few minutes longer, the brief flash of anger that had seared through his body settling into numbness once more.

To whoever may find this: he scratches the words on the page slowly, keeping his print deliberately blocky and neat. The heavy feeling in his throat returns, stronger than ever, and he ignores it as he pushes on.

He pauses for a moment, wondering what more to write. Apologies? Accusations? He could detail every second that he remembers from Quackity’s visits, describe every inch of pain that had been pulled from his aching lungs, every line etched into his skin. He could apologize for every act of cruelty that had ever been caused by his hands, every bridge he’d ever torched to light the path to a better future. He could explain - everything, every tortured thought that had circled his head for hours on end and every night that had passed without any sleep and every time he’d pushed on without complaint or hesitancy because it would be worth it, even if he was the only one who saw it, it would be worth it because he’d sacrifice too much for it to be anything but. He could- he could, he could write and write until he’d filled every page of every book back and front, and would they even believe him? Would it even matter?

Goodbye, he writes at last. It feels strangely final. (He won’t be leaving this Vault alive. He knows this as surely as he knows that he will leave this world uncared for, unheard. As surely as he knows that he’ll always be alone.) With a quick snap of magic following the signing of his name, the book is preserved, shining slightly with a purple glow as he sets it back down in the chest. He looks around, the cell once again stiflingly quiet without the book to busy him, Dream once again completely alone as he’s been for - well.

(Pandas, eyebrows drawn in uncharacteristic seriousness from the usually painfully spirited eight-year-old, pinkie raised between the two of them, solemnity belied by the gap in his front teeth poking out between his lips.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered with the volume control you’d expect from a kid that age, which is to say that it wasn’t much of a whisper at all, but Dream, newly ten years old, remembers being particularly moved by the gesture anyway, moving to hesitantly hook his own pinkie in the other’s.

“And we’ll never be alone ever again,” he’d replied, voice faraway with a disbelieving sort of awe.”

“Never,” Pandas’ voice had been just as firm as his first statement, twisting his wrist to tighten the grip of their linked fingers further. “Best friends for ever and ever, right?”

“For ever and ever.”)

“For ever and ever,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as he slumps down against the floor, and only the lava bubbles in reply.

[lord-of-gender]

A Small Problem - Part 2

Once again my inspiration comes from @deyageka

Word count: 1960

Syndicate Meeting

"Perhaps if we-" Phil was saying as Ranboo came into the meeting room, with Tommy right at his heels. It had been two months since they originally found him in the prison and Ranboo had volunteered to watch him that day, completely forgetting about the meeting. He knew he didn't have to come, but it was a good excuse to finally tell them about Tommy.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," Ranboo said awkwardly, knowing the other explanation that he would have to give.

"Hallo!" Tommy said cheerily, moving to stand next to Ranboo, some paper and coloring pigments in his arms.

"What the actual fuck," Phil said, he did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Heh!?" Techno exclaimed, of all the things he expected, a young Tommy was not on the list. "How?! I thought you said he was dead."

"No, no, no, don't tell me that's Tommy," Niki said, shaking her head.

"Yes, he did die, but Dream revived him," Ranboo said, shifting from foot to foot, "I think that's what happened. Sam found him in the prison like this."

"So that's why you asked me, Tommy couldn't keep his mouth shut," Phil muttered, talking about when Ranboo asked about the old Empire. He knew Ghostbur wouldn't have remembered it, or else he would have mentioned it to him.

"I'm the Empire-er," Tommy went up to Techhno and held up a wooden sword, he also wore the paper crown he made. "Like you."

"Be quiet," Techno growled, Tommy backed away, this wasn't the Technoblade he remembered. The boy ran over to Ranboo and buried his head in his shirt. Ranboo could feel his shirt start to get wet as Tommy started to cry. What had he done wrong? Why was Techno mad at him?

"Oh my gosh, Tommy are you okay," Ranboo knelt down to Tommy's level, taking out a cloth so he wouldn't get wet from the boy's tears.

"Tech-no does-n't like me," Tommy sobbed, sniffling between words.

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Ranboo said, he looked back at Phil and Niki, silently asking them for help. "He's just surprised to see you."

"I just want Wilbur," Tommy said, his cries starting to die down and reduce to hiccups. "Sam pwomised he would find him."

"He doesn't know," Phil asked, at this age Tommy had idolized Techno and Wilbur. He followed Techno around everywhere and wanted to know everything about him.

"Know, what," Tommy sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe off mucus. "What don't I know?"

"A few months ago," Phil came over and crouched in front of Tommy. "Something happened and-"

"It might be better to find Gho-Wilbur first to tell him," Techno said, the voices had been telling him one of two things. To protect Tommy as all costs, or to kill Tommy for being an orphan. "Who's watching him? Or is he an orphan?"

"I- uh- Sam is mainly taking care of him, so no, he's not an orphan," Ranboo stuttered, knowing a bit of Techno's history with orphans.

"I mean last time I checked I wasn't fucking dead," Phil chuckled, Niki started giggling.

"So what's the plan for today," Ranboo asked, he picked up Tommy as the boy kept pulling on his shirt.

"We're going to do some recon on the Egg," Techno said, "Phil received an invitation to some banquet so we're going to check it out beforehand."

"So I probably shouldn't have brought him," Ranboo said, talking about Tommy as he started to nod off.

"Can't we take him to Snowchester," Phil said, subtly asking if Tommy could stay with Micheal.

"I don't know, Tubbo's not going to be there for a while. He and Jack are busy doing something," Ranboo didn't know what it was there were doing, but it seemed important to Tubbo. And he didn't want Sam to get mad at him for leaving Tommy alone for a little bit.

"He'll be fine alone," Phil said, "We used to do that all the time when he was originally this age."

"You are a terrible parent," Ranboo said.

"Okay mate," Phil rolled his eyes, "you can't be speaking here. Especially not about that shit."

"I wanna stay here," Tommy piped in.

"We could talk to Puffy on our way," Techno said.

"Auntie Puffy!" Tommy said excitedly, bouncing in Ranboo's arms. At the mention of Puffy he had brightened up and got energetic again.

"I guess we have our answer then," Niki laughed.

"Are you good to stay here by yourself for a bit," Ranboo asked. Tommy shook his head and pointed at Niki, she seemed nice.

"Huh, he didn't mind staying home when I took care of him," Phil said.

"Well we think he might have vague memories of what happened in his past," Ranboo lowered his voice and put Tommy down to let him walk over to Niki. "Sometimes he'll just freeze when coming near lava or even a Nether Portal. We've noticed that most of the time he hates being alone."

"I want to stay wif you," Tommy said to Niki.

"I don't know, Puffy and I don't have the greatest history," Niki said, then looked down at Tommy's face as he started to pout. "But I can't say no to you. You are absolutely adorable. Okay, just this once."

"Go now," Tommy waved at them as he sat in the chair next to Niki.

"He does that alot," Ranboo chuckled, "see you later, Tommy."

"Okay Ranboo," Tommy pulled out Clementine from his inventory and made airplane noises as he moved it in the air. Ranboo, Techno, and Philza left the meeting room as Niki laughed with Tommy.

"I haven't seen him like that since," Phil started but trailed off.

"Well of course not, he's a little kid again," Ranboo said.

"Pogtopia," Techno finished for Phil, "he has that light in his eyes again. I remember when we were building that big obnoxious tower, but it made him happy."

"How long had Tommy been with you," Ranboo asked.

"I found him when he was four or five," Phil said, "Wilbur is my only biological son. I adopted Tubbo when he was five as well."

"It's still weird seeing Tommy at that age again," Techno said.

"Yeah, I can't imagine how much of a shock it was when I brought him in there," Ranboo said, he should have thought about it beforehand.

"Oh we were surprised for sure," Philza laughed.

After the trip through the Nether to the community portal they found Bad, Ant, and Punz waiting right outside of the portal. How were they supposed to tell Puffy now?

"Hello, Philza," Punz said, "I didn't think you'd only have two people coming with you."

"Our fourth member is on her way," Techno said, "don't try and threaten us. We have all the power here."

"Ranboo, go talk to Puffy," Phil whispered to him. "Gentlemen, there's no need to fight. We were just curious about the meaning of this invitation I received."

"Ah yes, the banquet," Ant said, "the egg has realized it over stepped a bit, so we've been cleaning up some of the vines and are holding a festival of sorts as a formal apology to the server. You are all invited, we just wanted Phil as a guest of honor."

"Well I'm pretty sure the last time I went to a festival, it didn't turn out well," Techno chuckled, but the voices had raised a good question. Why Phil?

"We swear it won't end like those," Bad said, "I mean we aren't L'Manburg after all."

"Maybe Techno would be more convinced if we saw this change ourselves," Phil said as he spotted Puffy coming towards them, then messaged Niki. Ranboo rejoined the group.

"Of course," Bad said turning around, allowing Puffy to go around them then enter the Nether.

"So uh, where's Skeppy," Ranboo asked, he'd heard from Sam that he had also been infected. "I haven't seen him around recently."

"We don't know," Punz said, "haven't seen him in a while."

"So when you say everyone is invited, who does this include," Phil asked, if they invited the whole server this could be a problem. Tommy couldn't just be left alone for a few hours, but the last thing they wanted was to take him near the Egg.

"Well everyone, except for Dream of course," Bad said, "but alot have said they'll be busy and unable to make it." They walked along the prime path where huge vines used to be, it appeared that they had been cleaned up. Soon Niki caught up with then.

"So what's going on," She asked, holding a cheerful expression to disguise the fact they were hiding something.

"We were just telling them about the banquet," Bad said, "you're coming, right Niki?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," She said.

Something about the banquet and how similar it was to the L'Manburg festivals didn't sit right with Techno. To make matters worse he had just received a message from Quackity.

"I have to do something, you guys can fill me in when we get back," Techno said, he noticed Phil's questioning expression. "Don't worry it has nothing to do with my favor."

"See you later Techno," Ranboo said, he had been wondering the same thing but didn't want to say anything.

"Yeah, I'll say hi to the kid for you," Techno said. It was a throw away comment, but it seemed to interest Bad.

"Kid?" He asked, after checking that Techno was out of hearing range Ranboo responded with: "Yeah, me and Tubbo adopted."

"Oh, you mean Michael," Bad said, he'd heard about the young zombie piglin.

"We were going to Snowchester afterwards," Phil said, easily going along with Ranboo's lie.

"Yeah! You know, every member is important," Niki said, she had no idea who they were talking about, but she could use what they had said to play along.

“Well we should probably let you guys do that,” Bad said, he wasn’t sure if it was time to show them the Egg. No, it wasn’t, they had enough evidence from them to go to the banquet.

“Yes, you’re right,” Ranboo was getting uneasy, he didn’t like anything about the Egg or the Eggpire.

“See you the 25th!”

[grace122]

Request (you can ignore it :] )

Punz and/or Sam with a reader who’s being a brat.

Maybe Sam’s trying to get them to listen, when Punz comes in. He probably sorta stares at the scene before saying something like “if you want them to listen, you have to be a little rougher with them”

Sam’s probably more of a soft!dom than Punz so yeah—

this is such an amazing idea!! i like sam being a hard dom but the soft dom is a good idea too!

sam would have you pinned down under him with both hands held above your head “stop being such a brat” he huffs “make me” you giggle causing him to groan “if you want them to listen your gonna have to be way rougher” both of your heads turn to the door seeing punz standing in the doorway “shut up punz” you say causing him to scoff, you knew punz was a good brat tamer by the way that the bratty one night stands he had would come out limping to the front door in the morning“shush y/n, how do i be rougher” sam asks “you can start off by getting up and letting her go, girls like being pinned down it’s basically pleasurable for them and she doesn’t deserve that” punz says walking fully into the room now as sam gets up off you “punz your so fucking annoying” you say sitting up “no your just a spoiled brat, sam grab her and put her over your knee” punz says and within seconds sam is grabbing you bending you over his knee “wait- what! this isn’t fair!” you whine “now see right here, this is where you wanna spank her. Ask her how many she deserves and if she doesn’t choose you choose for her” punz says “how many do you deserve y/n?” sam asks rubbing the spot on your ass that punz pointed out “none, i didn’t do anything!” you lie causing sam and punz to both scoff “so how many does she get then sam?” punz asks “i’m thinking 10 to start” sam says “fuck both of you” you mumble when suddenly sams hand comes down on your ass causing you to yelp in surprise “there ya go, now make sure she counts them, if she misses a number you start over” by the end of the night you had been spanked a total of 30 times, your ass was now bare and sam was rubbing the red hand marks that covered you while talking to punz “thanks punz i think she’ll behave now won’t you y/n?” sam asks causing you to sniffle wiping your tears nodding your head “good girl”