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ultimatefandom · 1 year

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If I Had You - a DNF short meetup fic

Paring | DNF GeorgeNotFound x Dream

WC | 479

Genre | fluff

A/N | hello everyone!!! This is officially my FIRST mcyt fanfic and I enjoyed writing this one. I wrote this quite quickly after the meetup vlog but have gatekept it. ENJOY! (pls dont be a silent reader)

lowercase intended

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george couldnt sleep. he had just moved in a few hours earlier, he thought that he wouldve been passed out by now but his thoughts wandered, screaming at the walls. he slowly go up from his bed, pushing back the thin black comforter, and walked out of his new room.

it didnt take long to reach the kitchen, he thought if he maybe had a glass of water, it might calm his sleeplessness. rubbing his eyes, he opens the fridge to grab out a plastic water bottle. apparently flordia water isnt too good, so most people prefer pre-bottled.

“americans..” he muttered, shaking his head.

“what are you doing up?” George jumped, dropping his opened water bottle that was currently all over the floor.

“dream you cant keep scaring me like that” george huffed, frantically grabbing the paper towels that were on the counter. dream did a little chuckle as he walked a little closer to the kitchen island, resting his arms on the stool head.

“hows your first day in the good ol’ america? see any bald eagles yet?” dreams eyes had an amused sparkle to them, george liked that. He didnt realize he was holding his breath, in which he choked out

“it was good. im glad im here finally.” he gave dream a small smile, who then decided to walk closer to george- reaching his arms out in a hug-like action.

“me too” exhaled dream, once he wrapped his arms around him

george immediately hugged back, he felt like staying forever in his arms. dream felt the same way, but he knew that the hug would have to eventually end. and it ended.

dream and george stayed up for the rest of the night together in the kitchen, sometimes they would change locations to the living room. they stayed up all night talking about every little thing they could think of; future plans for the three of them, video ideas, midnight thoughts, etc.

sapnap found them in the morning, the sun shining through the windows, reflecting off of dreams hair. he saw georges head on dreams lap, blanket tucked into him, and dreams arms holding onto his best friend securely. he chuckled and pulled out his phone, taking a quick photo.

sapnap had to go out for a errand run, so he shot a text to dream to let him know where he went. dream was already awake at that point, george was still fast asleep on him.

dream picked up his phone and started looking through twitter, liking and commenting on fanart. he quickly got bored of it, so he put his phone down on the coffee table beside him. dream ran his hand through his hair and he felt a stir coming from his best friend. he was waking up. dream smiled at him when his eyes opened, sticking his tongue out.

“morning sleeping beauty”

#dnf #dnffluff #fluff #fic #dnffic #dreamteam #dream #dreamwastaken #george #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #dreamteammeetup #dnfmeetup #meetupvlog #mcyt #im crying where are they #do not be a silent reader please i have anxiety #how is your day so far?

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wilbursluv · 2 years

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heyoooooo

Currently taking any requests for Wil fics :) I started a new account so make sure you follow !!

***Will not write smut***

#wilbur #wilbursoot #dreamsmp #smp #dreamteam #sbi #sbi incorrect quotes #ghostbur #revivbur #revivebur #wilbur fanart #wilbur x reader #fluff #fanfiction

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ravenxd · 9 months

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W E L C O M E T O . . .

OLD MASTERLIST = > NEW MASTERLIST

NOTE:

EDIT 7/16/2023 - I made this masterlist last year and never posted it because I didn't finish it but I will update it if I come across the ones that belong here.

Thank You so much for 2 amazing years:)

This masterlist contains works for 2021 that I'm not really proud of.

DreamWasTaken

Being Dream's FTM! S/o and Cockwarming him after sex [☆]

- Dream has morning wood, he gets hard inside his s/o, praising,

Saturday At Midnight [3 A.M Thoughts / ♤]

- Making out, Cc! Dream/ use of his name, implied sex, generally fluff, grinding,

Craving Your Touch [☆]

- make up(ish) sex, riding sub! dream, mommy kink,

Comparison [♤]

- Dream's s/o wearing his hoodie, size kink(?), spooning, dry humping

Stress [♡]

- dream feeling overwhelmed so his s/o tries comforting him

My Dream [☆]

- showing everyone that Dream is yours<3

Inducing [☆]

- dream with a breeding kink, cockwarming,

Dream XD

My God [☆]

- breeding, just breeding,

GeorgeNotFound

Cockwarming gnf while he's editing. [☆]

- Cockwarming, calling George daddy, hickeys,

Little Darling [☆]

- breeding kink, neck bites, blood

Feeling So Good [☆]

- george making his s/o squirt, overstimulation

Sapnap

All For Me [3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- thigh riding, editing sap, squirting

Too Much [Blurb/ 3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- sapnap cumming to the point where he's so tired he can't anymore,

Head while streaming [☆]

- Sapnap gets head while streaming/ blowjobs under desk, swallowing, sir kink,

Soft Sex with Sapnap [☆]

- ^^^^

Overprotective [☆]

- slight dark turn at the end, overprotective sap, war mentions,

Getting High [☆]

- getting high with sapnap<3, weed, making out

Sitting on His Lap [☆]

- sitting on Sapnap's lap while he works<3, suggestive,

Punz

Jealous Punz gucking his gf raw [☆]

- Unprotected Sex, manhandling, possessive Punz,

MCC Practice [☆]

- Punz gets head during mcc practice, sub(ish) punz,

Corruption [☆]

- tentacle porn/ reader getting fucked by the egg, corrupted punz,

Eret

A King on His Throne [☆]

- Slight Voyeorism, breeding kink, dirty talking,

Thinking About Eret.. [☆]

- eret literally radiates big dick energy, size kink, his voice is so<3../ voice kink, praise and degradation,

Technoblade [SFW ONLY]

Protected by the Blood God [♤]

- yandere technoblade, techno warming up to a human

Karl Jacobs

True [☆]

- loss of virginity, soft sex with karl, praising,

DREAMTEAM

3 A.M Thoughts About Poly! DreamTeam ! [☆]

- Competetive Breeding, Potentially Hinted Corruption, no protection, cumming inside

Another Way To Show Love [3 A.M Thoughts/ Full Smut]

- Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum Eating/ george eating out his gf after sap and dream nut in her, blowjobs, recording/picture taking, little bit of angst, aftercare<3.

Marking Me Up [3 A.M Thoughts/ ☆]

- jealous dteam, implied sex, how they give their s/o hickeys

How It Came to Be [♡]

- How the relationship came to be,

ALL

Whispers and Praises [☆]

- only cc's comfortable with nsfw, praising,

#Masterlist from 2022 of Works from 2021 #dream smp smut #dsmp smut #dream smp x reader smut #dream smp #punz smut #sapnap x reader #mcyt smut #dream smut #dwt smut #gnf smut

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blueberrypancakesworld · 7 months

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heyy. wanted to ask if you write for male reader too.if not i totally understand^^.if you do could you maybe write something for Dead/Pelle or Faust from LOC with a male or transmale reader? Take ur time dw^^. Have a wonderful day :3

Faust, Dead - He is true Black Metal

warning : fluff, tiny angst, kissing, drinking, reader is male (amab), no use of Y/n

masterlist

Info : Heyyy I write for every reader type just put it in your request (if not then I always writw for a female reader). Have a wonderful day dear anon and hope you like it.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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Dead :

°For the blond one it makes no difference whether he has a boyfriend or a girlfriend. You both met in an art store. Dead needed some new crayons and you needed acrylic paint. To both your luck, the black of your clothes seemed to attract each other and you practically ran into each other.

°Since then, you've been meeting on and off, talking about art and music, which eventually ended in a first date at the local museum. You insulted most of the art and maybe redesigned a couple of paintings which led to your escape.

°But the fun they had led them to find each other in the local cemetery. They hid behind big old tombstones and could hardly keep from laughing. But the feeling as Dead had grabbed his hand when the blonde had been frightened.

°He still did not let go of it. ,,That was funny," the blond mumbled and looked down. He saw that the other one did not retreat either. The looks of the two met and it was in this evening that they both kissed. Behind a tombstone they drew closer and from then on it was just like that. Wherever Dead was, there was also his boyfriend and everyone who said something else. Well, the blonde had managed after less than a week to send three people to the hospital because of knife wounds.

°As well as disturbing the peace while his infinite love of a friend happily painted pictures of the crying victims. But also Mayhem enjoyed the growth because they had a new one who could design the album together with Dead. It was a dreamteam from hell.

°A dreamteam that on valentine's day painted a picture with little dead animals and cuddled on a grave worshipping Satan.

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Faust :

°The meeting of the two was rather a meeting with murderous intentions. Faust wanted to finally find a victim and put his plan into action. So he roamed through the darkness but he had found his victim. A boy about his age who ran after someone else.

°But what brought the two closer was that both found themselves in a fight afterwards, both somehow a few knife wounds. And yet, as they lay there, each of them a few beers too many, the long tousled hair, the dilated pupils and the slightly bloody fist seemed to look all the more beautiful.

°,,The same victim," he muttered and saw that the brown-haired man gave him a wry smile before Faust hastily rose and walked away from the other boy. Faust looked down at the boy before offering him his hand and pulling him onto the two of them. ,,Fancy a beer?" he asked, and before the other could even protest, the two ended up in a pub.

°A pub in which they now squeezed side by side slightly bloody on a bench and drank a beer each. That was the beginning of something between them that they later called a damn metal hafte romance.

°The very next day he was taken to an exclusive rehearsal of Mayhem and when the band saw how good he was with technology. Faust's new cool friend was immediately accepted and the band and the black circle grew bigger. And together they all made the night unsafe.

°But also Faust and his friend he affectionately called ,,My Satan" made both especially the night better in which they searched together their victims. Of course, not every week but here and there they enjoyed it before they dan mostly in another pub ended drinking beer and singing and kissing their way home. Where they slept together cuddling on the bed fist.

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#lords of chaos #lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos faust x reader #faust x reader #jack kilmer #valter skarsgård #lords of chaos dead x reader #dead x reader #reader is male #amab reader

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apollowritesstuff · 1 year

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Dnf one-shot - halloween

...where Dream and George keep picking up horrible costumes while Dream takes it as an excuse to stare at George

wordount: 1409 some prompts by: @memedreeams keywords: fluff, halloween, dreamteam, dreamnotfound, no tw

read below!

or read on ao3

Boo-tiful

‘Why is every costume sexy? I don’t wanna be sexy! I wanna be the reason the night is feared!’ frowned George a little too loud and a disgusted look settled down on his face. He did another little spin in front of the cabin mirror and sighed.

‘Wow, sexy,’ said a blonde head and soon enough Dream showed up.

‘I know! That’s the problem!’ repeated George once again and kept checking himself out in all angles possible, but nothing could make him satisfied.

‘I wanna have your problems, G,’ Dream laughed about his frustration.

‘Shut up,’ smacked him George. ‘Pick something good this time.’

Dream left the cabin with a smile on his face. Getting to look at his boyfriend in various costumes that he picked up? It wasn’t really the store’s fault they were all so-not-scary. He put the vampire cloak back to the shelf and searched for more options. He already made George wear a spider web style skirt today, and the afternoon was really starting to take off.

‘A WITCH DRESS?!’ yelled George a few moments later.

‘THIS SKIRT WON’T EVEN COVER MY HIPS!’ he continued and Dream couldn’t help it but laugh at him, as he was standing there in the smallest changing room in the world, shirt off, swearing about a halloween costume.

‘Come on, you’ll look awesome,’ said Dream when he was able to speak again, and he meant it. He had never met anyone who’d look pretty wearing literally anything - or nothing, Dream didn’t mind that either. George was perfect for him.

‘Bring me something I won’t get sent to hell for,’ said George and shot an annoyed look in his direction. ‘This thing is horrible.’

‘Wouldn’t be if you were wearing it,’ protested Dream.

‘I’m gonna have to tell you to shut up again, love,’ threatened him George and he couldn’t keep a mad face anymore.

‘Oh sure,’ flirted Dream back and before George could say a word, he kissed him on the cheek and left the room, a satisfied expression lighting up his face. He knew George was fighting a huge smile right now, maybe even pretending he didn’t care or that he was still mad about the dress.

He really wanted to pick something that his boy would like now. Thinking of some simple skeleton, maybe something Stranger Things themed as that was George’s favourite show since he could remember knowing him at all. Lost in his thoughts he accidentally turned to the wrong aisle.

George would probably kill me, flashed through Dream’s mind as he picked up a kid’s pumpkin costume. It was the brightest orange he had ever seen and it had instantly reminded him of Sapnap, their friend who absolutely hated costumes and usually stayed loyal to an old ghost disguise. Imagining him as a pumpkin - a very angry one, probably - made him laugh out loud.

Even though he knew Geroge would probably make him end this shopping session and refuse to kiss him for the rest of the day for it, he took it anyway. No worries he’s not gonna fit into it, was his last thought - don’t tell George that, or he’ll actually lose his mind - before he turned around and rushed back to the changing room.

‘No, that’s it, no, I’m calling Sapnap to come pick me up,’ protested George loudly as soon as Dream showed up with a tangled pile of orange fabric in his hands. ‘You are never making me wear this,’ he insisted.

‘Pretty please?’ tried it Dream anyway with the best puppy eyes he could pull off.

Honestly, it wasn’t about picking the best costume ever anymore for him, but having a fun time just them together was still a fresh and precious thing for him. Seeing the brown-haired boy get excited about small things like picking flowers and Dream telling him what colour they were, whispering in each other’s ears, their fingers brushing on casual occasions, George placing his hand on Dream’s hips when passing by, and oh my god, cuddling. All of that instead of a harsh, cold discord call. They had to catch up to all of those years then couldn’t even talk face to face.

Dream felt bad about it sometimes. The day they first met up, he couldn’t help it and knocked on George’s door at about two am. The brown-haired guy, jet lagged and fully awake, just let him in and that was the first time Dream hid his face in his boy’s neck and quietly cried. He knew George would never blame him for anything worse than having a slow internet connection, but the thought was there and he knew it’ll take time until it fully goes away. He had George by his side now though, it was gonna be okay.

‘No way,’ persisted George. ‘Actually, you know what?’ he asked after a short while and a wide smile made its way onto George’s face.

‘Drop this,’ he commanded and pointed to the orange monstrosity.

‘Oh,’ Dream remarked in surprise, ‘now we’re commanding?’ He shook his head. Soft boy George was seemingly still full of surprises and Dream was so here for it. And into it. Yeah, everyone could see he was into George. And I mean, who wasn’t - but George was his and his only.

‘I said drop it,’ called George again.

‘Earth’s calling Dream, the internet’s most beloved dumbass, hello?’ he laughed and calmly dodged Dreams' attempt of grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a distracting kiss. He made Dream sit down on an unstable looking chair and then pointed a finger towards his chest.

‘Now you wait for your destiny to be fulfilled,’ he declared and wow, he was having more fun with this than he expected. And Dream’s slightly shocked, but still curious look was just a bunch of bonus points. It took him a lot of his - in his boyfriend’s presence already pretty weak - willpower to not give up this revenge bit and not kiss him right on the spot. Seems fun to be the taller one for once, thought George as he left the room and just the thought along with his wild fantasy turned his cheeks pink.

He wasn’t really sure where he was going with all this, to be completely honest. George went through a part of the halloween aisle - Jackson’s Thriller playing on loop in the background, again - and found a good reason to not pick any of the costumes, convinced that Dream could actually pull them all off. He almost took the master Gru’s grey scarf to join in on the balding inside jokes all the boys kept going on about, but it just wasn’t the right one.

Frustrated, he texted Sapnap for help.

‘You idiots have been there for hours by now, did you decide to have a date without me or what’s going on?’ said Sapnap immediately when George picked up the phone.

‘I need to choose a costume for Dream,’ announced George and explained his newest life-complicating problem.

‘Dude, you’re literally in a halloween-themed store, I don’t know how to help you,’ pointed out Sapnap and continued. ‘By the way, don’t get spooked too much now.’

‘What-’ started George and screamed a second later, when a strong arm landed on his shoulder.

‘SAPNAP-’

‘I told you not to get spooked,’ laughed his friend and didn’t wait at all for George to catch up. He briefly looked around and soon enough he grabbed a costume.

George just raised his eyebrows. ‘Seriously?’

‘He’ll love it. It’s awesome,’ stated Sapnap, fully convinced about his idea. ‘I’m so awesome,’ he added, as if it gave the costume some more value, and then made George take him to the changing room.

Dream pulled the curtain away with a somewhat dramatic gesture.

‘Ta-da,’ he said dryly, but his expressions were soft. George couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. Tall blond guy - his tall blond guy -, standing in the middle of a halloween store aisle, stuffed in a ridiculous costume with a pretended - or so he hoped - disgusted look on his face.

‘I don’t see a difference, actually. You’re a clown for the majority of the year,’ evaluated the scene Sapnap and Dream started chasing him around the store.

George laughed like he hadn't in a long time as they rushed past him and laughed even more when he heard the saleswoman squeal a moment later. He loved this rare friendship and he loved Dream.

tysm for reading <33

please let me know & share it if you enjoyed reading this!

taglist: @thingsstuffsworld @clayfoam (lmk to be added/removed!)

#dnf oneshot #dnf fanfic #dnf fluff #dream team #one shot #writeblr #writing community #writing prompt #halloween prompts #dnf halloween #dreamnotfound #writing tips #creative writing #fanficiton #apollo dnf oneshots

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quivvyintheclouds · 3 years

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Even When The Sun Stops Shining

Pairing: cc!Sapnap x pregnant!Reader Tags: fluff, sapnap is so very loving istg, sapnap talks to a fetus, dadnap content, sapnap makes reader feel safe<3, 2nd pov Summary:

Sapnap's head laid on your lap, his face towards your ever-growing belly, "Hey, little panda. You know, I'd do anything for you to be happy, and you haven't even been born yet. I already love you, and will love you forever, even when the sun stops shining."

Word Count: 469 Warnings: pregnancy pain, reader has a uterus and is 6 months preg (could be seen as gn but f!anatomy so like..)

ive always wanted to have my own child with my soulmate, so i made this little imagine bcs im sad and in need of comfort LOL enjoy <3

masterlist

The pain just wouldn't stop.

It was around 2 in the morning when you woke up to a stinging sensation near your ribs. God, you were about to cry.

You struggled to move on the bed, finally realizing why you couldn't sit up; there were two arms wrapped around your chest, not showing any desire to let go.

Gently, you shook one of the arms in hopes of waking up the owner. Sapnap groaned, tightening his grip. You hissed as the pain spread around your ribcage, your baby punching around in your womb.

Suddenly, the warm presence that previously snaked around you disappeared. Curious, you turned your head only for your eyes to meet the worried ones of your fiancé.

"Shit, did I do something? I'm sorry," Sapnap helped you lay down in a comfortable position, frowning at the pain visible on your face.

"No, no it wasn't your fault," your head leaned back against the headboard, eyes closed and your breaths heavy. "This little monster keeps on punching at my ribs, it burns."

Sapnap moved lower on the bed. He gently set his hand on the side of your stomach, lightly pushing down in an attempt to get your baby to move.

You softly groaned at the pressure and pushed his hands away.

"Bubs, could you just talk to them instead? The noise will lure them away, I'm sure."

"Oh, of course, doll." Sapnap situated himself so that his head laid on your lap, near the bottom of your tummy. He started talking about his day, what he made you both for breakfast, and some video ideas he had. His voice was loud enough for the fetus to hear him but so soothing that you could fall asleep to it.

And fall asleep you did. Other than the occasional kick here and there, your baby had stilled and ceased your pain. As your eyelids began to flutter shut, you felt a feathery kiss being placed right below your navel.

Sapnap's voice was but an echo in your sleepy brain, and you could just barely make out what he was saying.

Facing your ever-growing belly, he spoke to your stomach. "Hey, little panda. You know, I'd do anything for you to be happy, and you haven't even been born yet. I already love you, and will love you forever, even when the sun stops shining."

The mattress shifted as Sapnap moved back beside you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling himself closer to you. He placed a kiss on the side of your head, snuggling closer as he took in the smell of your hair.

"I love you."

And the world went dark.

That night, you slept peacefully knowing that the love of your life was right beside you, and would be for every step of your journey.

ah i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! pls feel free to make a req! also, if youd be interested in joining a taglist, lmk (via asks)!

reblogs are very appreciated <3

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mcytcat · 2 years

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can you do some head cannons w dream / crew boys w a reader who blushes super easily? any attention i get my face just goes 🍅 lol thanks :]

Of course dear anon. <3

I did just do the dream team, that's all I had the motivation for so I'm sorry, I might do more another time though.

Also you happen to be my first request so here have a cookie 🍪

Request: yes

Warnings: swearing

Notes: this is my first request soo.. yay ALSO i'm so sorry this took so long, i had some personal stuff going on

✩ dream ✩

• the two of you would just be sitting on his couch watching a movie or sumthin

• dream, being the cocky bastard that he is, he does that classic arm over shoulder thing

• gently pulling you closer you can already feel your face heating up

• in an attempt to hide the very obvious rose hue that has appeared on your face, you bury your face into his sweater

• "I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable, that's not what I was trying to do, fuck, I, you okay your face is so red" dream says unwrapping his arm from around you and turns to face you

• "no no, I'm fine, I just, how do I say this without sounding like a complete simp, I like you, a lot actually, and you make me nervous, in a good way"

• "oh, OH, I'm sorry I thought I hurt you somehow"

• "It's okay, you didn't know, and honestly I think it's really sweet that you care about me"

• "And I like you too loser"

• "OH FUCK YOU, YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING DON'T YOU" you say, your face heating up impossibly more

• *insert tea kettle wheeze here*

A/N oh my tea is ready

• "maybeeeee"

A/N no one: sapnap in the corner doing his annual bringing of all the dishes from his room down: 🧍

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♡ sapnap ♡

• having you be able to go out with sapnap would be almost the best thing ever

• he would be wanting to go out just about every chance you both had

• one day the two of you decided to go out for dinner

• being the little bit of a sugar baby for dream that he is, he convinced dream to 'lend' him some money to go to a fancy resurant

• by fancy i mean montana's or some shit

• once you made it to the restaurant the host asked if you wanted a table or a booth

• "ah well me and my beautiful partner here, would like, what would you like dear??" sap says

• you feel your cheeks heating up immediately

• "ugh, it's, um yes, a, um a booth would be nice" you say, clearly stumbling over your words the blush on your face, quite noticeable at this point

• "yes, a booth, we would like a booth" sapnap says pulling you close by your waist

• "right this way" the host says, walking towards the main floor of the restaurant

• "oml sap, why did you have to do that" you ask, a half whisper, the two of you slowing making your way, following the host

• " do what, love" sap replies, in more of a seductive whisper than anything

• "omg i hate you"

• "love you too"

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☾ george ☽

• i see george as a man who also blushes really easily

• so if one of you makes the other blush you already know that person is starting to blush too (idk if that made sense but whatever)

• when george is streaming you like to sit in the corner on a huge beanbag

• george would be streaming and you would just go like

• "ha you died, loser"

• and he would blush from the nickname

• you seeing the blush rise from his cheeks yours begin to heat up too

• "ooo are you blushing" you tease pulling the blanket on your lap up in an attempt to hide the roseyness (is that a word, idc, it is now)

• "no i'm not shut up, and come on your blushing too" he tries to say, but slightly stuttering

• "oh your not blushing, then why'd you say 'too' hmmm"

• "it's- noo, alright bye chat" he says before quickly ending stream and making his way over to you

• "what are you-AHH" you start but george picks you up and throws you on the bed, soon following from the pure force of momentum

• "omg george why i was comfy"

• "cuz i can't have you embarrassing me on stream, loser" he says, giving you a peck on the nose

• "hey, you missed" you say puckering your lips

• "oh i'm so sorryyyy, how could iiii" george replies, giving you a proper kiss

#mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dream x reader #dream x y/n #dream x you #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x you #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound x you #dreamteam x reader #catwritesshit

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florencwrites · 3 years

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ignoring is bliss 〚technoblade〛

in which [reader] struggles with her lover's inconsequent affection, and a good talk is unfortunately inevitable; the silent treatment has never worked well with techno.

"I don't know what you want me to say." His back had still been turned towards me at this point, the rake heavy in my hands as I tried using it to steady myself in the muddy stable. He kept loading dirty plucks of hay onto his pitchfork, the thinly lined buttoned shirt he was wearing easily letting his back muscles shine through.

I stood silently behind him, deliberating my words thoroughly. I hated when he acted like this, I absolutely despised him. He was one of the smartest men I'd ever had the pleasure of meeting, however, the second things went sideways conversation-wise he always played it painfully personally. He would start correcting my grammar or suggest synonyms for otherwise satisfactory sentences. "I don't either."

"I guess that marks the end of this conversation." He turned around to dump his gathered muck in the makeshift wheelbarrow Phil had built us. His face was hard, his brows furrowed and his features lax. He seemed indifferent, his attitude scaring me to pieces.

"Tech, please." I tried, putting one of my hands up to gesture for him to stop walking. He was now barely lifting the barrow from the ground, ready to head off to the dump. He huffed, his eyes meeting the floor as he put the wagon down. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

He ducked to grip his hands around the handles again, lifting it from the ground. His knuckles were white where they held onto the leather-covered grips. "Speak up."

"I want to have a conversation with you, okay? Stop acting so fucking stuck up and talk to me." His shoulder brushed past mine as he exited the stables, my voice was high in emotions, definitely on the verge of breaking with desperation.

He snorted. "I'll listen to whatever you have to say when you've calmed down."

"He won't talk to me, Phil." I groaned almost obnoxiously loud, taking a sip of water to wash down both my dinner and my agitation. "You know how he gets."

"All pissy? Tell me about it." He chuckled softly, his forearm shielding his bowl from my sight. He shoveled another spoonful of beef stew into his mouth. Phil and I had never been extraordinarily close, he reckoned Techno and me to be undeserving of each other. A terrible pair. And perhaps we were, at times like this I couldn't help but doubt whether or not we truly were the destined lovers we often thought ourselves to be. "I'll bring him some food later."

I laughed at him, a father at heart. A father to anyone but his actual sons, really. A playful grin on my lips, "You're an enabler, Phil."

That night I crawled into an empty bed. One I hadn't even doubted would be just that; empty. He was weak like that, he'd do anything to avoid conflict. Whether that was because he was afraid of what his blinding rage fits would conjure, or whether he was just an impotent coward. Someone who didn't know how to act around uncertainty and immorality and thus resorted to blaming everything on his treacherous temper.

The sheets still smelled of him, I held them to my nose.

There was no reason for us to fight, I hadn't meant to start one. I simply wanted him to realize how different he acted towards me when surrounded by any crowd. He acted so distant it made me doubt not only us, but myself. My heart ached anytime he pulled his hand away from where I tried leaving him a subtle touch. My skin crawled when he no longer referred to me by the mild, but unmissably warm names he had for me.

However, nothing would ever hurt me as much as meeting his eyes in a room of our friends and seeing the love seep from his irises. Physically witnessing his affection turn into nothing short of mere acquaintance.

Everyone knew us. There was no reason for him to act so cold, so distant. Though, I also recognized that perhaps there was an underlying reason. One I simply hadn't thought of, or perhaps one that I couldn't ever imagine. One that he had retained from his troublesome past.

The thing is, it hurt me to think he didn't trust me enough with his reasoning. That he didn't want to tell me about his thoughts. I'd been extremely careful and meticulous with any information he'd granted me, I was sure to never let what he told me change my opinion of him. I vowed to never look at him any different.

So, why could he not promise me the same?

There was no point in pushing myself from my sheets the next morning. I knew how long his episodes usually lasted, I wouldn't even have to try talking to him for at least two more days. Normally, I'd try, though. I'd sit in the grass right next to where he was working outside, just talking to him about anything and everything I could think of. Back then I thought for his silence to mean confusion, I thought his swirling mind simply needed a break. That a distraction would do him good.

I sat in the barely-molten grass for hours, never getting a reply.

His smell was constricting my airways slowly, every inhale making it harder and harder to breathe. What if Phil was right, what if he truly didn't love me, or not anymore at least? What if it was all an act to have a warm body to fall asleep next to, to have an extra set of hands around the cottage.

I kicked at the sheets, desperate to get them away from me, to get them from clinging to my sweaty body. I only tangled my legs further into the mess. The bed creaked loudly against the wooden floor of the attic, a gust of wind running through a small gap in the roof.

I shot up, finally being able to rid my body of the sheets. I huffed a few times, the annoyance getting the better of me. I slung my legs over the side of the bed, now just sitting on the wooden frame, letting my eyes wander over the walls. The pictures of us that were tightly tacked to the planks, photos of our favorite pets and our best of friends. Photos of us with Phil and Tommy, and even a stray photo of me and Wilbur, back when we were kids.

My gaze found its way towards the singular window behind our bed, the only one of two walls that weren't entirely slanted. His red robe stood out like a sore thumb in the feeble blanket of slushy snow that had been slowly accumulating over the course of the night. Summer was officially over once again, and the cold would soon make it so we could no longer afford to sleep alone.

He rarely wore his robe outside of special occasions, he usually would simply opt for one of his brown ones. One was trimmed with a thick deer fur, the leather on it sure to keep all frost out. The other one was his summer one, the more dirty one of the two. It was always stained with blood, since it would also be the one he went hunting with. He disliked hunting in the winter, the harsh winds and easily discernible prints made it no fun, according to him. He stacked up during the summer, drying his meats to allow them to be kept safe for months, if not years.

But now he was wearing his red robe, lined with the finest of polar bear fur. The one that had the special compartments for his potions, and the one I had sown a totem into. For good luck. He rarely wore it for any occasion but war.

He pushed himself from the ground, turning around swiftly; the velocity making his cape whisk dramatically up in the wind. His eyes seemed fixated on the ground until they unwarrantedly shot up to the window I was sitting at. Any other day, I would've averted my gaze. Not now. He knew I was staring, and he was allowed to know so. I held my eyes on him until his feet carried him out of sight, into the house. I sighed softly, I felt entirely forlorn without him, without his caring hands and loving eyes. I let myself fall back into the bed, cuddling the sheets once again as I curled away from the entrance. I reckoned he would have to change out of his robe soon, and I didn't want to face him when he did.

I heard the front door slam, and as predicted the rungs of the many ladders soon creaked in his hold. The worn, practically ancient, trapdoor was pushed ajar behind me. I couldn't be bothered to turn to meet his eyes. However, instead of quietly changing out of his clothes, I felt the bed dip. He sat on the side of it, much alike to how I had found myself just minutes before.

"I don't like feeling weak." His voice was rougher than usual, it kept its usual monotone aura, but for some reason, it felt more emotional than ever before. He cleared his throat as if to try and mask it, to no avail, "I don't love you any less."

I shifted in the bed, though, he quickly stopped me, "Don't look at me, that just makes it harder."

I obliged. He let out a trembling sigh, taking his sweet time to deliberate his next words, "Sometimes we are outside together and I'm afraid that when they see how much I care about you, they will realize that you make me weak." I stared at the wall, still curled into the blankets. I wanted nothing more than to hold his face, look at him as he spoke. Instead, I had to make do with the pictures of his face plastered on the wood. His pointy, flappy ears and peaked nose. The two sharp-looking fangs set in the corners of his lips, ones that seemed to disappear when he smiled. He didn't like smiling for pictures, I didn't have a single one of the two of us together where he smiled. The only ones that showed his beautiful pearly whites were the ones that had me behind the camera, something I only then realized might've not been a coincidence.

"It scares me to think they could hurt you for loving me, that's why I don't like holding your hand in town." I shot a quick look over my shoulder, his back was slouched over, his head in his hands with his elbows propped on his knees. He wasn't crying, he simply seemed lost."I never realized that what scares me even more is the idea of you not loving me at all."

I slowly crept from under the sheets as his words fell silent. I crawled over towards where he was sat, near the foot-end of the bed. I took one of his hands from where he had rested his face on it and pulled it out of the way.

I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling my body into his. I draped my legs over his lap as I held him. His built arms felt tender against my exposed back, however, he held me tight. He squeezed softly as another quivering breath escaped his lips. We sat in embrace for a while.

"That's all I asked for, Tech." I smiled into his neck. "I just wanted to talk, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"Shut up." He playfully tried pushing me away from his torso, underestimating the power of my cling. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

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nillwrites · 3 years

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Masterlist

Dream

sub!dream blurb

actions have consequences (sub!dream) - f!reader

Sapnap

thigh fucking blurb

GeorgeNotFound

dom!george blurb

adore you (george with a praise kink) - f!reader

Karl Jacobs

stress reliever (celebrity reader) - m!reader

new experiences (karl with a spit kink) - gn!reader

sleepy karl blurb

shh (semi-public sex with karl) - gn!reader

Punz

dom!punz blurb

#dsmp smut #mcyt smut #dsmp fluff #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #punz #tommy #tubbo #ranboo #dreamteam #benchtrio

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batwritings · 3 years

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could you do a poly!dt x reader where the reader struggles with derealisation? i often have this and i was looking for a comfort fic but nobody has seemed to have one. but reader often neglects simple things like cuts and scrapes and sleep and eating and drinking, because sometimes when things get to much they are just like “this isn’t even real” all good if you feel uncomfortable about it and don’t want to write it

Sure thing friend! As someone who suffers from derealization and depersonalization, I get where this may be nice to see. I know it's not the most accurate but I'm just going based off my own experiences and what helps. ^^; Enjoy~!

WARNING! This work will feature instance of derealization per the request! Please be careful when reading!!

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The boys were all pretty used to your instances of derealization by now. Each of them decided they would always try to help you in their own ways. This was an especially bad week.

Dream noticed it first, picking up on these kind of episodes pretty easily. You were helping him with dinner when he caught you just staring down at the blood seeping from where you'd nicked yourself with the knife. "Baby?" he asked softly. You hummed in response, as he took your hand gently.

The warmth of his hand and slowly his firm but gentle hug reminded you where you were, the scent of his cologne flooding your senses. Blinking a few times, you looked to where he was holding and took note of the blood dripping down your finger. "Oh shoot!" you startled, running your digit under water. Satisfied that he'd helped, Dream went back to cooking the veggies he had.

Next was Sapnap, another who caught on pretty quickly. He'd been showing you how to do ollies with his board. He watched you fall and not go after the board as it slid down the road. His attention was on you though and the nasty scrape you'd gotten from the asphalt.

"Damn that was a nasty fall," he said, giggling softly to try and keep things light. You laughed back, standing up with his help. Sapnap watched for a second as you didn't acknowledge the blood starting to slip down your leg.

"A little bit," you said starting to head after his board. "I'm fine though! Lemme grab that." He took your hand before you could get far and made sure you held both of his with your own.

"Can we take a breather first?" Sapnap asked, trying not to let on how concerned he was that you seemingly were ignoring your injury. You nod slowly and follow along as you work through deep breaths with your boyfriend. It wasn't until the dull pain throbbed in your leg that you looked down and noticed the scrape.

"Shit dude did I do that?" you asked, looking it over. Your boyfriend confirmed that you had taken a fall and you winced upon getting a better look at it. "We should get home and clean this up. Dream'll get upset if I don't."

Finally it was George who caught you still up in your streaming room. He had hardly seen you all day it felt like and the Brit was getting lonely, deprived of your company. He slid his arms around your shoulders and kissed your cheek. "You should come to bed love," he mumbled.

"In a few yeah?" You responded, not looking away from the video you were editing. Your voice sounded so far away it unsettled George. Determined he knew what was going on, the brunette left, gathering his other partners for bed.

"Do you know when they slept last?" he asked, rather concerned.

"Wait they're still up?" Dream asked incredulously. "They didn't even come to bed last night." George nodded, and satisfied with that info he returned to you.

You had sat back from your work when George swiveled your chair around gently. Dark circles laid under your eyes as you looked up at him curiously. "Come to bed baby," he said softly, lifting you from your spot.

Couple with the touch and your partner's familiar scent, you were quick to hug onto him, grounded by someone safe. You don't unlock your limbs from him when he tries to settle you in bed. "Y/N?" George asks softly?

"Too tired," you mumble. "Stay."

The Brit only chuckles and slowly situates himself laying beside you. Sapnap curls around you with Dream curled around him, each of them leaving their soft touches on you. Being so safe and secure, it was easy for you to drift off to much needed sleep.

#bat writes #anon reqs #poly!dreamteam #dreamwastaken fluff #georgenotfound fluff #sapnap fluff #mcyt fluff

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worminstuff · 3 years

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hey hey! could you write about protective dream, maybe in game? after seeing how protective he is over his friends i think it would be so sweet:)

YES.

dreamwastaken headcanons

dream x reader

^^^^^^^

2 words, golden. retriever.

he’s such a puppy type dude when it comes to you, constantly trying to make you happy, whines for attention, and quite protective.

letting you on the smp showed that too! immediately he was trying to help you pick a place to build a house (for both of you, and with two beds right next to eachother which you thought was a bit strange since you were only “friends”) and you had full dimond the first day on.

when it came to meeting tommy he wasn’t very soft or nice, tommy joked about getting you to join lmanburg and he killed him in cold blood.

about a couple weeks into being on the smp, someone griefed your house accidentally, not knowing who’s it was, and all hell broke loose. dream was livid, to everyone except you. he was particularly mad because you really liked the little house you’d helped him make, you even made a little flower garden to give him flowers! it was precious!

you only sat back listening and watching as he went all mean on them, specifically lmanburg, because he had a hunch it was one of them. (he was right but you didn’t know that). sapnap and george sat with you with punz close by and you only asked george one question, “is this normal of him?”

“sort of.” he waved his hand slightly

“what do you mean sort of?”

sapnap chose to chime in, “well he did something like this cause of george’s house, but he wasn’t this mad..”

you only nodded. deciding he’d yelled at the boys enough you figured you should step in, “dream, we can just make a new one. an we can make it better! with more flowers! i’m sure they didn’t mean it.”

he visibly softened at your words, and tubbo and tommy were immediately thanking you in their heads. dream was reluctent, but he listened of course.

“but they deserved it! they brunt all the flowers! you liked the flowers..”

and if you think that’s only the worst of it, there’s still the smaller things you don’t even notice!

how he’ll punch someone trying to give you something, or how he follows you everywhere sometimes silently watching as you build, or how he only lets you hangout alone with nikki and puffy, (and george and sap)

it gets worse after he confesses his feelings, you were overjoyed when he did, but it seemed like he was only more protective after. if that was possible.

he’s just a bit of a handful.

#dream team fanfic #dream x reader #dreamsmp #dreamteam #dreamwastaken #badboyhalo #dream fanfic #dream smp #george x reader #sapnap #dream headcanons #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken fanfic

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idk-maybe-so · 3 years

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Today is the day, and of course Dream is late.

Months of planning, and finally after a huge setback that came in the form of a global pandemic, they’re going to see one another. He looks down at his hands on the steering wheel, steadying them. Ten minutes ago he got the message that George had landed, hastily texting back that he’s running behind. Dream parks in the only open spot at the front of the airport, breath catching as he watches the brunette walk through the doors to his left.

Dream’s phone ringing breaks the stare, glancing down he’s not surprised to see George’s name light up the screen. Deep breath he has to remind himself, exhaling as he opens the car door, stepping out into the wet Florida heat. Here goes nothing.

“George!” His excitement is clear in his voice, giddy almost. George’s head snaps to look at him, a beaming smile already settled onto his lips.

Mouth open and ready to reply, the smaller man is cut off as strong arms wrap around him, pulling him into an almost too warm hug. Dream’s chin settles into his hair, breathing in the soft smell of George’s shampoo.

“You’re so tiny.” Dream mentally facepalms, smooth.

“Not all of us can be giants.” Scoffing, George steps back from the hug to glare at the blonde, jokingly defiant.

Laughter splutters out of Dream, the tightness in his chest eases. This is George, his best friend, meeting wouldn't change that, of course not. His anxiety melts away, but the fluttering in his stomach gets much worse, why does he feel disappointed anyway?

Maybe it’s because George looks so pretty looking up at him like that. Soft eyes, taking him in for the first time, smile in place permanently. How is Dream supposed to push his stupid crush down when he looks like that?

#dnf #dnf fic #fic #fic in progress #fluff #dnf fluff #gogy #dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #dreamteam #ahhhh #i love them

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subtosapnap · 3 years

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DREAM IMAGINE <3

type; fluff

warning; food

pronouns; she/her

summary; after a long editing session dream wanted some cuddles

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"YESSS LETS GOOO!"

Dream had just finish a long 3 hours of editing his latest Man Haunt. Of course with the result of him winning. after re watching the finish product, making sure the video was entertaining enough for his fans he starts smelling food coming from the kitchen not too far from his office.

he leans backwards in his chair stretching his arms up and his legs out while yawning. he then gets up.

almost tripping on the way to the kitchen, as patches goes through his legs. he looks down then smiles picking up the cat.

the closer he got to the kitchen he heard the tunes of bruno mars leaving his girlfriends phone.

he lets the cat down & walks around the wall separating him & (Y/N).

he chuckles at the sight seeing as his girlfriend is humming the tune & swaying her hips side to side.

he can't help but join her & wrapping his arms around her waist.

D- "late night cooking huh?"

Y-"yes! i found this recipe online & i had to try it out! wanna taste it?"

she tilts her head while looking back at him he smiles.

D-"tomorrow i'm tired & i just want cuddles"

he hides his face in her neck giving her pecks. she starts chuckling.

Y-"ok you big baby get ready for bed & i'll meet you there.”

he nods & jogs eagerly to the room getting into some matching pjs. he then does his nightly man routine or whatever you call it.

as (Y/N) cleans up her mess & puts the food in a bowl & wraps it with tin foil putting it in the microwave.

she starts heading towards there shared room turning off the lights. she enters & already sees her lover half asleep waiting for her.

she smiles & jumps on him. he groans & giggles with her putting the blankets over her, then pulls her towards him.

Y-"you're so cold!"

D-"& you're so hot"

Y-"shut the fuck up before i cuddle with patches instead."

dream laughs & nuzzles with her. he closes his eyes but soon enough opens them when he feels someone looking at him.

D-"take a picture it'll-“

before he could finish that sentence he was hit with the soft pillow.

Y-"do not ruin the moment"

they both chuckle with each other. & soon enough (Y/N) falls asleep, not to long after dream does the same.

"i love you"

he says while kissing her forehead. letting the sleepiness take over his body.

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not a very long chapter but i hope you all enjoyed it :D

#dreamimagine #dream x reader #dream x oc #dreamteam #dreamsmp #minecraft #fluff #happy #imagines #oneshots #masterlist #georgenotfound #sapnap #dreamwastaken

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firefly464 · 3 years

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The Gilded Cage - Chapter 3

I felt like you guys could use some nice fluff after yesterday, so we zoomed to get this chapter out. Also, oh my god i have so many ideas im so excited ahahahahah

ALSO!! IMPORTANT NOTICE!!! The first section of Chapter 5 of The Real World has been edited slightly. I recommend you go back and reread it :)

Written in collaboration with @i-have-this-now :D

Thank you @rivys for beta reading, editing, and writing :D

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“Alright then, Eret. Talk to me.”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself. “George, it’s all…” he trailed off, unable to explain exactly what he was thinking. “What… what happened to me?” he asked, trying to change the subject.

George scoffed. “Did you not hear me when I said you got shot? Did you miss that bit?”

Bad hit him lightly on the arm. “George! That’s not how you support a friend through a trying time!”

“What?! I’m not wrong, am I?”

“Eret, here.” Bad moved himself over on the bed to sit right next to Eret. “We found you passed out in the woods with an arrow sticking out of your arm, so we brought you back here and patched you up.”

“You also were nearly frozen to death. Honestly, I think the reason you didn’t bleed out sooner is because the blood froze over or… something.” George shrugged, a little too nonchalant for Eret’s tastes. “I dunno, I’m not a doctor.”

Bad frowned. “That reminds me… Why were you even out there without a coat? It’s the middle of winter!”

“I- what?” Eret asked, caught off guard by the question. Hadn’t it just been mid summer? He shook his head. He was in some sort of fucked up world, why was he surprised by a change in seasons?

Even so, it made sense. It explained why he had passed out in the first place. After all, running through the woods in the dead of winter without anything to protect him from the cold was a surefire way to give himself hypothermia. Thinking back on it, it was surprising that he managed to last as long as he did. Any longer, and he very likely would have died.

George cleared his throat, dragging Eret back to the present. He realized that his friends were looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. “I uh…” He stammered, trying to come up with a decent excuse. “I didn’t exactly have time to grab a jacket. They were kinda chasing me out…”

George’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

Bad’s let out a small gasp of surprise as he realized what Eret meant. He quickly stood, trying to take the heat off his friend. “Well, you don’t need to worry about them now!” he exclaimed, trying to hint to George that now wasn’t the time. “Here, how about we get you situated? Do you want something to drink?”

Eret stared numbly up at him. “Why are you being so… nice to me?”

“Because we’re friends,” Bad stated as though it were fact. “And you deserve it. Come on, I’ll make some cookies, and you can rest while I do that, okay? George, give him your jacket.”

“What?!” He sputtered. “Bad, I’m not giving him my--”

“Give it.” Something in Bad’s eyes must have made George decide to change his mind right then. The man nodded and grabbed a coat from a nearby hanger and chucked it over to Eret.

Almost instinctively, Eret tried to raise his arm to swat away the incoming coat. Pain tore through him, causing him to let out a small gasp.

“Hey, careful! You don’t want to tear your stitches,” Bad said quickly, rushing to check that the stitches were undamaged. “You’re still healing.”

Eret only watched as his friend undid the bandages that wrapped around his bicep, trying not to wince. His eyes widened when he saw the torn skin, slightly swollen around the places where string held it together. It wasn’t red or bloody, in fact, it looked like it was at least a few days old. He frowned.

“How long was I out?” He asked.

“A day, maybe?” Bad held out his hand towards George, not looking away from the wound. “Could you grab some of the gauze I just prepped? I might as well replace it.”

Eret frowned as he watched George walk out of the small, curtained room. He could hear the sounds of shuffling in what he assumed to be the kitchen.

“A day…?” He asked, glancing down at the scar on his arm. The faint, red line looked several days old, with only a minimal amount of swelling around it. There was no way it had only been a day. Injuries just didn’t heal that quickly. “How is it healing so fast?”

“We tried our best to close the wound as quickly as possible. It would have been better if we had been able to get to you sooner, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers,” Bad sighed. “It didn’t help that you were half frozen to death, so we needed to take care of that first before we could even begin thinking about your arm -- hey George! Grab some regen pots while you’re out there please!”

“Splash potions or normal?” George called from beyond the curtains.

“Normal. We’ve already taken care of most of the outer damage. Now it’s just a matter of getting back all that blood he lost”

Eret sat in confusion, his gaze darting back and forth between the shadow creature in front of him, and the curtain. “That uh… That doesn’t explain how this looks a week old.”

“Well, your buddy Bad knows a thing or two about healing people,” the demon chuckled. “I soaked the bandages in healing potions so that your wound would close up safely.”

Eret stared at the scar on his arm in wonder. “Holy shit, Bad, that’s genius.”

“Language!”

He looked down, having the courtesy to at least look somewhat ashamed “Sorry…”

“It’s alright, you muffin,” Bad laughed. “Didn’t I tell you guys to use this technique already? You know it’s really not healthy to just drink health potions, right? Have you not been taking care of yourself?”

Eret grimaced. “Well, it wasn’t exactly… common in L’Manberg, per se?”

Bad’s face fell. “Don’t tell me. Did Wilbur forget? I know I told him how to!”

“I honestly have no clue,” Eret shrugged. It wasn’t technically a lie, he really didn’t know, but the reason why was entirely different than the implication.

Bad nodded, pride shining on his face. “Well, Eret, I can guarantee you that as long as you stay here with us, we’ll take good care of you.”

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Eret woke slowly and peacefully, a surprise to everyone in the community house. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of a knocking in the doorway, and was startled to see Bad tapping his knuckle against the wall, a plate in his other hand.

“Heya, sleepy-head!”

“What are you--” Eret sat up and rearranged his pillows to support his aching back. “What are you doing?”

The demon grinned. “I’m bringing you cookies, what does it look like?” He sat the plate he was holding down on Eret’s nightstand with a clink.

Eret stared, dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Lots of reasons!” Bad replied, smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket. “I figured you weren’t feeling too great, so I wanted to do something nice for you to cheer you up!”

“Oh.”

“Plus, cookies taste better than potions, so I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and put the regeneration potion into the cookies.”

“Oh.”

“You have to make sure you eat all of them, okay? Doctor’s orders! I made sure to keep it a small batch so you wouldn’t get stuffed.”

“Oh...” Eret could only stare at the six perfectly round cookies sitting on the plate next to him. This was real, physical proof that somebody here cared about him -- really cared.

Why?

Eret couldn’t think of a good reason why anyone here should care about him. He had betrayed L’Manburg, or so everyone in this world thought. He was untrustworthy. He could turn on his friends at any moment. It would have been in Bad’s best interest to leave him freezing out in the snow, to leave him to die, but he hadn’t. Bad had done the opposite. So--

“Why?” he muttered.

The demon furrowed his brow. “Why what? What do you mean?”

“Why do you…” Eret stared down at his hands, unsure of what exactly he felt. “Why do you care? You have no reason to, I-- I’m a traitor. For all you know, I could turn on you, I could stab you in the back, I could...” he trailed off, not daring to finish his sentence.

A small scoff sounded from the open curtain. “Please, you wouldn’t do that.”

Eret glanced up. George was once more standing in the makeshift doorway, his arms crossed in front of him. “You’ve already invested way too much into this, you wouldn’t just throw it away. Besides, I like to think of it as a double agent. Sounds much cooler than being a traitor.”

Bad turned and faced George with a disappointed frown. “George.”

“What?” The man glanced around nervously. “I’m not wrong.”

Bad sighed and faced Eret once more. “Well, I guess…” He trailed off, seemingly deciding what words fit his answer best. “I think that everyone deserves to have someone that cares about them. And I already cared about you before I found you in the snow.”

“Besides, we all knew what would happen once you pressed that button,” George added, a soft smile on his face. “We all accepted it, and we knew what would happen. You weren’t the only one in the final control room. We’re in this together.”

He could only watch as Bad took a seat on the side of his bed.“You’re our friend, Eret. You still deserve love, and a warm bed, and some nice cookies, no matter what you’ve done. And I want to be able to give that to you, for as long as you’ll let me.”

Eret blinked hard, trying to clear away the tears that threatened to spill over. “Do you mean that?”

A warm smile crossed his face. “Of course! Besides, I may have not approved of your plan, but I still vowed to stay neutral. I knew that this was going to happen, and I’m here to help you through it.”

Eret gave up. The dams he had put up broke, and tears began to stream down his face. He tackled his friend and held him in a tight hug, not daring to let him go. It was slightly strange, considering the fact that his friend was some sort of shadowy-demon monster, but it didn’t matter. The hug was still filled with warmth and love.

It was enough to make a traitor cry.

He could feel a second pair of arms wrap around them as George nestled his head in the space between the other two’s bodies and let out a content sigh. Their tangle of limbs was slightly awkward, but none of them cared. Both George and Bad were too focused on trying to support their friend, and Eret wasn’t focused at all.

Bad rubbed Eret’s back, trying to comfort him as much as he possibly could. Eret’s throat was too tight for him to say what he meant just then, but he hoped that this embrace said it for him.

Thank you.

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#this chapter is so self-indulgent #i just wanted fluff #thats it #thats the only reason this chapter exists #eret #the_eret #badboyhalo #georgenotfound #dreamsmp #dream smp #dream team #dreamteam #bbh #mcyt #The Gilded Cage #Split Realities #mcyt au #my writing #the real world

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