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prettytoxicrevolver · 7 months

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5 and Dream

The words haunted you for days.

“What do you want?”

He had screamed those words until it felt like they had no meaning anymore and you still didn’t have an answer.

Three days later and nothing but one word.

“You.”

Fear has ruled your life for a good majority of your 24 years on this planet. Fear of rejection, of losing people, of not taking chances, etc. You didn’t want fear ruling this choice. It would kill you if you did.

You’re not sure if those thoughts are the exact reason you end up on Dream’s doorstep but you were here regardless. You quickly knock on the door before you can lose your courage and rock back and forth anxiously on your feet until it swings open.

“Ask me again,” you rush out before Dream can say anything.

“What?” he asks, rubbing at his eyes to make sure you weren’t some illusion in front of him.

“Ask me again,” you repeat knowing that Dream would know what you’re talking about.

“What do you want?” He asks, straightening so his height towers and your eyes strain to meet his.

“You,” you answer breathlessly, nervously waiting for his response.

His eyes run over your features until he’s convinced it’s true and a small smile settles on his lips. He reaches forward, wrapping an arm around your waist quickly and tugging you into him, shutting the door behind you with purpose.

#dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fic #dream x reader #dream fic #dream drabble #dreamwastaken drabble #prettytoxicrevolver

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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okay but dream would be the sweetest when you got your period. you want ice cream? he stocked up just for you baby. you want a heating pad? you got a personal one already. you are out of pads/tampons? he'll run to the store and get just what you need because he knows. you get moody? he'll be patient as if you're a kid and make you feel calmer. lays your head on his lap and just strokes your hair or rubs your stomach while you two watch a movie or something. loves how you get mushy and a lil bit emotional during those days, because it means more kisses for him (hehehe). also loves how you get clingy and ask him for cuddles. contains his laugh well when you cry at stupid and the most non-sad things. just overall the perfect boyfriend.

#hhhh i want this #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken headcanons #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x y/n #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken drabble #dreamwastaken blurb #mcyt fluff #dsmp imagine #dsmp headcannon

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basilly · 2 years

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candids || mcyts x reader

summary: pictures the dsmp have taken of you two :)

includes: dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, & wilbur

gender: fem presenting

dream: "you look so good in my sweater :)"

sapnap: "dream caught me distracted"

george: "sapnap was following us on our walk."

wilbur: "unfortunately i can't be mad at tommy for taking this"

karl: "fine dining with my fine lady"

quackity: "we were tired, okay?"

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stardustluvs · 7 months

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Exhibitionism - Dream X Reader

MDNI || KINKTOBER

Word Count: 890

Pairing: Dream x fem!Reader

Summary: You and the dteam go out to eat, Dream has other plans.

Warnings: NSFW, Semi-Public Sex, Dream referred to as Clay, Sapnap referred to as Nick

Author's Note: Hope you're enjoying! Public sex and Dream just make sense, right?

Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list

You weren't quite sure when it had started, but at some point today, your boyfriend had gotten so touchy. The two of you had decided to go out with friends, Sapnap and George, to get food.

You decided on going to your favorite restaurant so you could eat in instead of just going for takeout somewhere.

It was even to the point where Clay pushed for Nick to drive the group there just so he could sit in the backseat with you.

The entire drive there he had his hand on you in some way. That could meant it was either holding yours or it was on your thigh, or just somewhere in close vicinity to you.

When your group finally got to the restaurant, you were all seated together in the corner of the restaurant, Clay insisting on sitting beside you with George and Sapnap on the other side of the table. You smiled as he took the outside of the table, resting his hand on your thigh again.

You didn't think too much of it, getting used to his sudden touchiness. That was until he started sliding his hand up closer to you, causing you to shift a little in your seat.

Was he being serious? Here, and now?

It honestly was more of a turn on than you would have wanted to admit.

His hand met your clothed area, rubbing his fingers against you.

It took everything in you to not push up against his hand as you continued to talk with your friends, trying to act as though everything was normal.

Of course Clay was the type to get off on wanting to get caught.

You bit down on your lip softly, hoping it was subtle enough to not raise any questions. You moved your foot over to Clay's rubbing it against his leg. Mostly as a warning, but he just smirked to himself and pressed his hand against you more roughly.

"I have to go to the restroom," You said suddenly, cutting George off from a story he had been telling. The two men in front of you seemed to nod as they let you get up, Clay silently agreeing he would follow you, to also use the restroom.

You were about to object but then as soon as the coast seemed clear, he dragged you into the family restroom.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he pushed you against the door after it shut.

"What do you mean?" He asked, playing stupid.

"Babe, you know what I mean," You said under your breath as his lips met your neck, starting to nip at the skin gently.

He laughed softly against your neck.

"We could get caught," You objected.

"Then you better just stay quiet. Wouldn't want George or Nick to figure out our little secret, hm? Or maybe you'd like them to know that as you guys speak, you're falling apart inside over my fingers," He teased.

You left out a soft whine. Fuck, maybe he was right. Maybe it was hot.

"We should head back to the table, hm? And remember, don't get us caught," He said, backing away from you to allow you both to leave.

By the time you both were back at the table, your food had arrived. Surely Clay would let you eat in peace, right?

Wrong.

His hand closest to you was at your inner thigh again, only this time, his hand slipped under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. You felt as his middle finger met with your clit, starting to tease at the entrance, pushing his finger in and out slowly.

It was getting you so worked up, so quickly.

It took everything in you to not allow any noises to slip from your throat, trying your best to focus on eating as your boyfriend began to finger you right in the middle of the restaurant, especially in front of his best friends.

It only became worse when Sapnap had tried starting a new conversation with you directly.

He asked for your opinion on something that you didn't even really take the time to pay attention to, and when you only responded with mostly confusion, Clay interrupted.

"Oh, come on now, you know what he's talking about," He said as though his fingers weren't buried inside of you right now.

His fingers seemed to go deeper as you apologized softly to Nick for ignoring his question.

"Sorry, I'm just not feeling well," You lied.

"What's the matter, baby?" Clay asked you, playing innocent.

You glared at him slightly.

"Nothing, think I jus' need to lay down for a while I think," You answered, your speech slurring together just a bit, starting to get lost in your pleasure.

His fingers curled inside of you slightly, fucking them into you as hard as he could without being noticeable.

You closed your eyes for a moment, praying to God that nobody would question you. your breath caught slightly, Clay's fingers finally hitting that spot deep inside of you, causing your orgasm.

You came all over his fingers, trying to stop your hips from jerking into his hand..

It took you a moment to calm down again once he pulled his hand from your pants.

You couldn't wait to repay him once you got home.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dream smp #x reader #smut #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken #dream smut #dwt x reader #dwt smut #dwt x reader smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #kinktober #drabble #x reader smut

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bagelrites · 3 months

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Spoiled

Dream reacts to George's recent purchases: a DNF drabble.

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Dream stopped George in the living room when he got home, standing there with his arms crossed and an imposing glare on his face. Sapnap laughed nervously and dipped out of the room, telling him he could deal with it.

“George.”

“Dream?”

“Why did you buy a golf cart?”

George laughed, sauntering right up to Dream with a mischievous grin.

“It’s not a golf cart. It’s a truck,” he said.

“It is not a truck,” Dream insisted.

“Okay, but it’s also not a golf cart,” George said. “And technically I didn’t buy it. Sapnap did.”

Dream shook his head.

“I just—I can’t believe you. You’re so spoiled, George.”

“Dream!” George gasped, feigning offense. “I am not spoiled.”

“You literally are.” Dream rolled his eyes. “Like, you never bring your wallet with you anywhere so everyone else has to pay for you.”

“Who’s everyone?” George asked.

“Sapnap and me! Mostly me, though, let’s be real.”

George snickered.

“I don’t know. Kind of sounds like you’re a simp—”

“George. No.” Dream pointed at him, the tip of his finger touching George’s chest and the veins of his forearm visible through his skin from his tense posture. “You guys need to go return that thing. What are we even gonna use it for?”

George bit his lip, looking from Dream’s hand to his eyes, and then knocked it away from himself.

“To ride around on. Obviously.”

“Obviously. Oh my god.” Dream pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why do I even bother?”

“Because you love me,” George said with an innocent shrug.

Dream looked up, and George knew behind his smirk, his softness must be bleeding through, because Dream softened too at the sight of him.

“I honestly don’t know why I do.” Dream rolled his eyes, though he was struggling to keep a fond smile from creeping up on his lips.

George scoffed.

“Rude. Idiot.”

Dream laughed at that, and George felt something twist in his stomach. One snide remark from Dream, and he was reduced to one-word sentences. He really couldn’t take a taste of own medicine.

“If I’m so rude, why are you dating me?” Dream slid up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and George crossed his arms, putting on his best annoyed face despite the blush blooming high on his cheekbones.

“I don’t know. That’s a good question, actually.”

“Oh, come on.” Dream put his other hand on George’s chin, thumb resting just under his lower lip, and lowered his voice to a soft, teasing tone that made George’s cheeks flush redder. George gulped, simultaneously hating Dream with every fiber of his being for knowing him so well, and enraptured by Dream’s words, Dream’s arms, Dream’s gaze so intent on him.

“Shut up.” George’s voice came out breathy, his head tilting down even as his eyes stayed on Dream’s. He hoped he looked coy, lashes fluttering enticingly.

Two could play at this game.

Dream chuckled, grinned, and took George’s lips in a deep, tender kiss. George tilted his head away ever-so-slightly, making Dream chase him, and he eagerly followed. He kissed him hard but slow, insistent without being forceful, and his hand migrated to George’s neck, hovering possessive over his chain. George gasped at that, and Dream chuckled against his lips, thinking he’d won.

George kissed back, tilted his head and slipped his tongue past Dream’s lips. Dream gripped his waist, drew him close to his chest, let the passion build, taking George’s lips wet and messy and desperate.

Then George pulled away, hands on Dream’s chest, and the pair met eyes, panting for breath in the middle of the now noticeably quiet living room.

“So. I take it I can keep the truck?”

“I hate you,” Dream said, but his lips were smiling when they met George’s again.

He counted that as a yes.

#omg me writing dnf drabbles again?#dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #gnf #dream #dnf fanfic #my fic #my writing

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athenastudios · 6 months

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Little blurbs i have abt dream!

Dream: "hey love, do you think my shirt collar smells different?"

Y/n: *goes to sniff his collar."

Dream: *kisses her forehead.*

*rizz music starts playing*

Y/n: "oh, amazing."

Dream: "Hows my baby doing?"

Y/n: "Good."

Dream: "Hmm. Now, hows the love of my life doing?" He cradles my stomach

Y/n:"Better."

Y/n: oh i have to go run errands for my mom, i have to go.*grabs jacket*

Y/n: im sorry we didnt get to hang out mu- *as she walks out*

Dream:*grabs her shoulder, trying to get his jacket on* wait for me

Dividers from @cafekitsune

#dsmp x reader #dsmp #dreamwastaken x reader #dsmp x reader imagines #dream x reader #dream smp #drabble #first post

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livingproofoftbd · 5 months

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has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds

so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?

in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?

it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about

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luvvdwt · 2 years

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dream the typa guy to have you suck him off or sit on his dick while on call with someone and not give any fucks

he’d be talking to george about some shit and have you sitting on his cock, pushing down on your legs to keep you still as you squirm in anticipation

he’d talk as if nothing is happening between the two of you right now, groping you as he went on about whatever he was talking to george about

one quick thrust up into you and you gasped out loudly, causing george to question dream

“y/n, what was that?” dream taunts you

“are you okay?” george asks from the other end of the line

“yeah, y/n whats gotten into you?” GOD DREAM JUST GETS OFF ON THIS SHIT

#god i wanna write a full length fic about this so bad #dreamwastaken #dreamwastakensmut #dwt smut #mcyt smut #mcyt drabbles #mcyt imagines #sapnap smut #gnf smut #karl jacobs smut #mcyt

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mavia-anon · 7 months

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Pandora's Key

Tommy had been having a good day.

For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.

He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.

The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--

Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.

Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.

His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--

"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"

When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.

"The blueprints." The Blade demands.

For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.

And then he realises.

Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.

He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--

And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.

Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.

Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.

It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.

But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.

There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.

There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.

And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.

#tommyinnit #technoblade #drabble #dark sbi #dreamwastaken #sbi fanfiction

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axolchys · 2 years

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Imagine 5/5 crew boys meet up and you guys are having a karaoke night.

You and dream are singing love is an open door and at the end dream gets on one knee… I mean at first of course you think he’s joking but then he pulls out a ring and sings the last line..

“Can I just say something crazy?” He sings while getting on one knee. You laugh like crazy while your heart beats faster.

“Will you marry me?” He smiles as he reaches for his back pocket…

AND THEN ALL THE OTHERS ARE LIKE CHEERING LMFAOO it’s like so stupid cute. 🥹

#dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken drabbles #dream x reader #dream mcyt #dreamwastaken x reader fluff #dream x you #dreamwastaken headcanons #dwt x reader

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prettytoxicrevolver · 4 months

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Five scenario with a plot for Dream?

5. I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now i’m nervous because you’re really cute

“Do we want a real tree or a fake tree?” you ask your roommate as you continue to push the red target cart around the decoration aisles.

“Fake?” she asks and you wrinkle your nose at the suggestion.

“What if we stop living together? Who gets the tree then?” you supply your questions to her and she shakes her head.

“Let’s look at ornaments,” she suggests instead.

The two of you round the aisle to the ornament section and browse both the individual ones and the aesthetically matched packaged ones.

“Ooh look at those!” you say, pointing at the mix of pink ornaments packaged together sitting on the top shelf.

“Those are so cute oh my god,” your best friend gushes.

Being the taller of the two of you, you climb onto the bottom shelf and reach up, extending your arm fully and standing on your tiptoes but still failing to even graze the top shelf. Your best friend laughs, doubling over when you try and jump to reach the box but fail even harder.

“I’m going to get help,” she says, shaking her head and walking away.

You go back to looking at the individual ornaments and it only takes a few minutes before your roommate comes back. You turn to smile at the worker when you see a random boy standing there instead.

You’re taken aback but most by the fact that he’s cute. Like, really cute.

He’s easily a foot taller than both you and your friend, shaggy dirty blonde hair falls over the brightest eyes you had ever seen and you feel yourself flush from head to toe when his eyes land on you.

“Which one is it?” the boy asks, turning his full attention towards you.

“C-cute,” you stutter out and your best friend lets out a quick laugh before slapping her hand over her mouth. The boy grins widely at you and you try your best to melt in a puddle and float away from the situation.

“Fuck I mean,” you say turning back towards the ornaments. “The pink ones on the top shelf.”

You step back and point and the boy nods, reaching up to the top shelf and snatching the box off and placing it into your cart.

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Your number for my friend?” your best friend asks and you choke on her words.

“No no,” you say, grabbing her arm and pulling her behind you before she can say anything else incredibly embarrassing. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says, throwing you a wink and you smile and offer an awkward wave, more laughter sounding from behind you.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken fic #dreamwastaken drabble #dreamwastaken blurb #prettytoxicrevolver fic

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jun-hug · 1 year

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dream team art school! au

Doodles that inspired me to write a little drabble fic :)

ꕤ • ꕤ • ꕤ

This was Georges biggest project,

okay maybe biggest project this semester... or last 2 months, either way the assignment occupied boys attention for couple last weeks, especially this week. That's why his two best friends were so eager to meet up, it felt like they haven't seen him in so long yet they go to same university. When brunette texted on their group chat asking for a hand with a photoshoot he haven't even blinked an eye before they eagerly agreed.

What's even more exciting, boys haven't seen George's project yet! The oldest kept it a secret to "prevent the leaks" because apart from it being his assignment it was also an entry to one of his most ambitious fashion competitions. The fashion awards of all US fine arts universities. He had high hopes for it.

"Alright I'm almost ready, remember to put the ISO to 200, I borrowed those lights for a reason!” Georges words were a little muffled but still understandable as he worked on setting his design as perfectly as it could get.

"Got it Gogs, come on we don't have a whole day!” they did, their classes finished at 11am today and it was Friday so they were free for the next days. Sapnap was just eager to see the boys creation, after all he put all his heart into it, like he does to all his projects. "Actually we do" Dream interjected, youngest only glared at him knowing damn well he's as impatient considering constant taps on his thigh.

"Yeah Sap idiot, we have all day.. but you're right, it's better if the light from outside is still at it's best." he finally emerged from behind the wardrobe curtain. Okay. The boys were stunned it's not that George usually doesn't look like goddess himself - that's far from truth actually. It's just that this time they're seeing his art mixed with all his grace and beauty. Sapnap manages to whisper little "Oh god" only for Dream to hear, as the tallest boy starts "You-”

The baby blue glowy shirt, ornamented with flowered embroidery makes his face look soft, bringing out his strawberry cheeks and eyes hinted with a bit of peachy shadow. It all contrasts, yet fits without fault with a long, red, mermaid cut skirt. It's flowy, the material decorated with blue beads in the shape of hearts- And oh-

Dream gasps, Sapnap inhales loudly. Fishnets, George is wearing fishnets and the cut in the thigh is so high it shows his left leg fully. good christ, they are so down bad. Sapnap eyes Dream and They can really just see how both of them are fully raspberry blown faces.

They are both hot. red.

And The brunet who's the one and only cause is clearly oblivious to their reaction as he innocently asks "so how does it look?", makes a gesture with hands showing of the sleeves and frills on the skirt.

"I- you, it's well, George, it's so beautiful you look amazing." Dream exhaled eyes still on him, almost not blinking.

"George it truly is gleaming - I mean the colour palette for this one??? Ms Chevreu will loose her shit when she sees this! You actually are so skilled holy smokes” Sapnap added still admiring his friend's piece.

"awe thank you! I hope she looses her shit to be honest that would be funny, she's into reds recently so I think she will" boy snickered, his cheeks visibly tinted, not only from blush he applied couple minutes ago.

"alright!" he clapped his hands "time for shoot!"

Youngest set the light, while dark blond took photos to fill the entire SIM card folder. Taking that George was /very/ photogenic it was easy to catch the best shots, it's almost like he looks perfect in all of them. George is perfect tho, Dream thinks.

"Okay I think we're done, I took pictures from every side I think" Dream announced as George stretched "gods yes please my back is starting to hurt so bad" as to emphasize that he popped his bones ”ew George don't do that” Sapnap made a face.

"what do you mean you are the worst back popper I've met. Hearing only a scoff in response from other boy George's half lidded eyes closed for a little while.

"He's meditating guys!” Dream squeeked in one of his mocking voices, George giggled "he's died!"

"Okay, that's it I'm checking the photos!" Sapnap yanked the camera from the tallest's hands and plopped on one of the puff poufs. "Hey be careful you goose! this camera only cost me 5 and a half months of cafeshop money!” Dream hurried with scolding

George got up slowly and joined the youngest, soon enough all three of them were slumped on floor, brit in the middle looking and commenting on photos. "Hey guys.." brunet started, causing Dream and Sapnap turning to him.

"yeah?" dark brunette asked.

"thank you... for supporting me, like not only this time but at all" he turned his eyes from both pairs of theirs. Then he cupped each cheek and gave it a short kiss.

Boys blushed, all three of them.

"Yeah no problem Gogs, we'll always be your biggest fans" Sapnap breathed out.

"Always" Dream repeated.

And if for the rest of the day boys only watched movies all cuddled up on couch, snacking on anything they found in brunets kitchen, that was on them.

thank you for reading ♡

hugs,

Jun

#georgenotfound fanart #georgenotfound #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #dreamnotnap #dnn #dream team #dream team fanfic #gnf #dtqk #mcyt #gnf fanart #doodle #art school au #drabble #dreamnotnap fic #jun arts

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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the-govern · 3 months

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Crickets chirp out into the open air and it is the first thing Dream senses when he comes to. He groans softly, waking from his slumber. “Wilbur?” He slurs, the other man's name muffled as he sits up. He sniffles, breathing in harshly as he rubs his eyes.

“Wilbur?” He repeats again, clearer this time though still drowsy. Wilbur is sitting near the campfire, out of his sleeping bag. His figure is illuminated by the orange glow of the flames. It sparks and crackles, as alive as when they made it the afternoon before. Dream stares a little longer. “Wil?” He gets up, pulling himself out of his sleeping bag and resists the urge to slip back in to avoid the cold nip of the air.

“Are you okay?” Dream sits next to Wilbur onto the cool sand, feeling the grains stick to his clothes and fingers.

Nothing.

Dream frowns deeply and places a hand onto Wilbur's shoulder. He waits for one heart beat, and then two.

“Do you regret it?” Wilbur finally speaks. His voice is barely louder than the sparks of amber in front of them or the noise of their horses’ hooves when they shuffle to get more comfortable during the nights. Dream makes a face at that– a sort of grimace, but not just quite.

“Regret what?” Dream prompts, pulling his hand away only to lean his body weight onto Wilbur. The other man lets him and takes a deep breath. Letting the desert air soak into his lungs.

“I mean– this, all of this,” he says vaguely. It doesn't really help Dream understand anymore than he already knows. Wilbur catches onto this but doesn't take the time to elaborate further. He's lucky that Dream is one patient man otherwise he would've left a hell of a long time ago.

“Running away?” The blonde takes a random guess in the dark. It's the only thing he can think of. Apparently he seems to manage to shoot the target right in the bullseye because Wilbur nods.

Ah. So this is what this is about. Dream has to ponder for a second, because he hasn't thought much about it, not really. But ends up shrugging. “I dunno, maybe. But I prefer living this life than the one I had before, don't you?” Wilbur shrugs back in response and keeps staring at the fire. Dream stares at it too. The silence is long and drawn out as he waits for the brunette to say something, anything. It has to be about five minutes before he continues.

“I guess,” Wilbur starts, but trails off quickly. Dream nudges him to keep him from going off track. “I miss my family,” he sighs and this time Dream lets out a verbal ‘ah’.

“They were awful to me, I don't know why I miss them all that much, I reckon they're better off without another mouth to feed.”

Dream doesn't know the proper way to comfort Wilbur. He was a man who was all actions, no words. So instead he slips his warm hand into Wilbur's cold one, giving it a firm squeeze.

#dreambur #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #my writing #cowboy au #random drabble i started at 3am #might make something more out of it but im not sssure 100 yet #maybe a slice of life if i do

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bagelrites · 8 months

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Moon

DNF fluff - the baby video

Dream didn’t notice George had slipped into the office until there was a hand on his shoulder. He jumped, then saw the familiar reflection on his monitors, and took his headphones off, shaking his hair out as he spun around to face him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi.” George put his hands on his hips. “What’s this about you crying to baby videos of yourself?”

Dream laughed. Of course George saw the tweets immediately—he had all his notifications on.

“Oh, nah, it’s just, you know, for the music video.” Dream shrugged. “I didn’t really cry just, like… got misty eyed.”

“Mn.” George shifted his weight, and in the simple softening of his eyes, Dream knew he was relieved to hear it. George hated when he cried and couldn’t fix it.

“Show me,” he said then, and it took Dream by surprise.

“Show you, like, what I have so far?” Dream asked.

“No, the video.” George shook his head. “The one that made you cry.”

“Well, okay, again, I didn’t actually cry—but, like, whatever. Sure.”

Dream turned back to his computer, pulled his chair close to the desk, and navigated out of his editing set up to find just the video itself, the raw file from his desktop. He didn’t open it full-screen, because the quality was too grainy for that to look good, and just felt it in a window, floating there in the middle of the screen.

George leaned over his shoulder, made an impatient hand-gesture, and Dream hit play.

Dream, just three years old, standing in the driveway of his childhood home. Chalk on the concrete, grass green and freshly mowed behind him. His hair, blonder, short but still a little curly, and his hand on his cheek, the fingers clumsy, arm chubby.

His eyes up towards the sky, his tiny voice projected loud.

Moon, wake up!

And then he’s facing the camera, his round head and pouty lips, eyes big and sad, nose so small, like a kitten’s, barely protruding from his face. The camera pans up past houses and tree branches all in shadow, frames the crescent moon in the lavender sky, a white dot with the date superimposed under it.

NOV 10 2002

It’s a short video. Just eleven seconds long, but George seems immersed in it, makes another motion with his hand, signaling for Dream to play it again. He puts it on loop, and lets him watch it five times before he stops.

“There, happy?” he asks, but when he looks at George again, his cheeks are shining in the light of the computer.

“Oh my god. You’re actually crying.”

“What? No, I’m not, shut up.” George backs away and wipes his face, shaking his head vehemently, but Dream’s heart is already gone to pieces in his chest.

“Georgie…” he says his name quiet, reaches out with a gentle hand to grab just the tips of his fingers.

George slides his hand into his palm, squeezes at the meat of it, just under his thumb.

“It’s just—your nose,” George chokes out the words, and Dream laughs.

“What? My nose?”

“Yeah. It was so… small and cute,” George blubbers, still wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “You were so small and cute.”

“Oh my god.” Dream rolled his eyes, his smile pressing dimples into his cheeks. “You’ve seen my baby photos before.”

“Mn. Not the same.” George shakes his head and steps closer, spins Dream’s chair properly towards him so he can climb into his lap. Dream huffs at the weight, but holds him, rubbing his back and his hair.

“I want a little you running around,” George admits softly, and Dream sighs. He knows. God, he knows.

“Me too,” Dream says, and kisses him on the earlobe. “Someday. Yeah?”

George hums, nodding his head with his forehead pressed into Dreams.

Dream kisses his nose, and George crinkles his face up, giggling, then returns the gesture—only this time, it's softer, more reverent, this peck on the very tip of Dream’s nose. He doesn’t need to say it. Dream just closes his eyes and presses his cheek to George’s cheek, sharing heat like a promise.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fanfic #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #gnf #dwt #dream #my fic #drabble

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sappynapper · 2 years

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If they made you cry x cc!dwt + gnf (separately)

hurt/comfort hcs on how they would react to accidentally making you cry

cws: yelling, making fun of insecurities, crying

Dream:

Listen, we all know he’s a sweetheart and a softie really

that doesn’t mean he hasn’t got a temper sometimes, especially when he’s stressed and pissed off about some twitter bullshit with fake screenshots that he has to address again

you can tell he’s getting worked up, which never ends well, so you try telling him to just get offline, to stop replying to the tweets, and do something else for a bit, take his mind off it all and calm down

but he’s angry and frustrated so he snaps, practically snarling at you

“god just stop that! you should be fucking supporting me in this not telling me to ignore it”

you know he’s not angry at you he’s just upset

it still startles you though, a lot

he almost never raises his voice at you like that, and him being such a big guy, when he does shout it’s loud and intimidating

plus the accusation of not supporting him hits just a bit too close to home

he specifically told you that he doesn’t want you stepping into the crossfire by getting involved in all the online discourse

but that doesn’t stop you feeling guilty for not being able to defend him. for not being able to really help

and before you know it your eyes have filled with tears and you’re trying to hold back sniffles so Dream won’t notice

he does of course though

bc he’s distracted it takes him a few seconds to realise what’s happening

but when he does his heart drops

and he is terrified, brain immediately going into ‘omg i’m a horrible person, i’ve ruined everything and they’re gonna leave me for yelling at them oh fuck’ mode

everything else is immediately forgotten as his head floods with panic bc to him, making you cry?? unforgivable. if anyone else made you cry he’d want to kill them but this is his fault and he doesn’t know what to do. he just has to make it better

“oh, y/n, i’m so sorry, i-“

he steps towards you, wanting to pull you into his arms and apologise with hugs and kisses but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you right now and you’ve curled in on yourself with your arms wrapped across your chest

you tell him “it’s fine! it’s fine!”, and start apologising for crying when you were trying to comfort him, feeing silly, but he stops you

“is it ok if i touch you, baby?”

you give a little nod and he envelops you immediately, pulling your head into his chest and rubbing a hand up and down your back, comforting himself as much as you

he’s so relieved when you melt into him. that you’re not angry

he starts rambling mumbled apologies and reassurances into your hair between kisses

“i’m so so sorry angel. i should never have yelled. i didn’t mean to snap at you i’m just stressed but it’s no excuse. you do so much for me. always make me feel better. please forgive me”

you just nod, nuzzling further into his sweatshirt and gripping at it for comfort, just relieved he’s not angry anymore

he holds you tightly, shaken by his own mistake

anxiety-fuelled visions of you walking out the door and never coming back flashing behind his eyelids as he screws them shut

“hey” you squeeze his arm, familiar with his spirals, “i’m here. everything’s fine, i promise”

he nods, more grateful for you than ever. what could he possibly have done to deserve you in his life?

he spends days afterwards doing little things to make it up to you, even though you’ve said it’s fine a million times

your favourite takeout for dinner, his treat ofc. all the chores taken care of before you can even think of them. that thing you’d been eyeing on etsy? in your hands by the following evening.

but like i said, to dream, making you cry is basically a cardinal sin so it’s a while before he stops feeling guilty about it

George:

he’s lowkey a meanie. we know this thanks to alyssa

he wasn’t trying to make you cry, he was just teasing, needling you about some small thing that he had no clue was actually a big insecurity of yours

you tried not to let it affect you, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling and avoiding George’s gaze

but eventually all the little jabs build up and a couple of tears slip down your face before you can stop them

George pauses for a second, then

“are you crying??”

“no. no” you hurry to wipe the tears away, embarrassed, turning your face away more

“you are, you’re crying”

he moves around you to see your face better and that’s when you crack a little

“just leave it, George, god”

oh. he kind of blanks as he realises how actually upset you are

“y/n?..”

“stop. just stop. i don’t want to hear anymore. i get it ok?” you tell him, tearily, hurrying to your shared bedroom and shutting the door behind you, leaving George alone to realise that his light teasing had not in fact been that at all

he’s genuinely so shocked. he didn’t think he could make you cry?? like surely you know he thinks you’re literally perfect and that he could never actually mean any of the dumb jokes he makes??? right????

that’s what he plans to tell you a little later when he’s given you some time and recovered from the surprise himself. taking a deep breath before entering your bedroom

he opens the door carefully, even knocking slightly on the frame

“y/n? can i come in?”

he looks around for you, eventually spotting a you-shaped lump under the blanket on the bed

he sighs and shuts the door behind him, despite your lack of response, crossing the room and perching tentatively on the edge of the bed

hesitantly, he reaches out to you and places a hand on your blanket covered shoulder

you don’t say anything but you also don’t immediately shove him away so that’s good, George thinks

“y/n? i- i’m really sorry,” he starts, speaking softly, feeling shame burning in his throat, “i was honestly just joking around but it.. it was a bad joke, it wasn’t funny”

he pauses, trying to gauge any reaction from you but getting none

his hand runs absently up and down your arm over the covers as he thinks about his next words

“i.. hope you know that i don’t actually think any of that stuff about you. i think you’re wonderful and beautiful and the best thing in my life” tears are welling in his own eyes now but he takes a deep breath and keeps it together

you shuffle slightly under the blanket

“i had no idea what i was saying would upset you or i would never have said it and i… i’m just sorry. i’m really sorry”

that’s when you finally poke your head out to look at him

your hair is slightly mussed and your eyes are pink and puffy from crying, face shiny with tears

it breaks George’s heart. like he actually feels a twinge of pain in his chest knowing he’s the reason you look like that

“ok” you say in a small voice, “i’m just overreacting anyway-“

“no!” George reaches towards you but he doesn’t know what to do with his hands

you pull an arm out of the blanket and hold his hand, he squeezes it tightly

“you’re not overreacting. i- i was a dick and i’m so so sorry i made you cry” he does actually get choked up at this point and your eyes widen

you sit up quickly, blanket falling to your lap as you grab George in a hug

he pulls you even closer, hands gripping at your sweatshirt, neither of you sure who’s comforting who anymore

“it’s ok!” you exclaim, “please don’t cry, George. i promise i’m just being, like, emotional”

you laugh at yourself and it sounds like angel song to George

you pull away to look at him

“thank you for saying all that. it- well, i feel better”

“i love you.” he murmurs, “don’t let things i say make you upset. i’m an idiot”

“i love you too,” you reply, “my idiot” you add, teasingly

George grins sheepishly, then tackles you to the bed, covering your face in kisses as you shriek with laughter

and George knows he only ever wants to make you happy for as long as you’ll let him

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #angst to fluff #hurt comfort #dream fluff #dream drabble #dream blurb #mcyt hcs #this is the oldest draft i have let’s goooo

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