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dwtdog · 6 days

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Nursing Home AU, from the list of reverse tropes

DNF, ~1.7k words, fun little drabble as a break from finals :33

George’s walker catches on a stray piece of carpet and he grumbles, waving off the nearby nurse who turns her head toward him. He can handle this himself, thank you very much.

He straightens his back as he nears the door that he knows opens to the room just above his, all the complaints he’s built up in the weeks since his upstairs neighbors moved in at the tip of his tongue as he raises a fist to knock, grunting slightly at the way his shoulder creaks with the effort.

After three quick, hard knocks that he’s sure will be audible through whatever hearing impairment burdens the person behind the door, he studies the decorations with a careful eye. There are unframed pictures scattered across the door, some close to falling off the weak adhesives that secure them. George has to hold himself back from pressing them back down, telling himself that whoever is pictured in them probably deserves to have their treasured family pictures swept up by the night workers.

Because they’ve made George’s life a living hell.

He didn’t think his time in a nursing home could get any worse, until this neighbor moved in. It was like they had bricks attached to the bottoms of their shoes and frequently performed tap dancing routines, or like they had a particularly rambunctious pet elephant that traipsed around the place at all hours of the day.

George had done his best to be patient. He really had, but it’d been long enough. He’s dealing with this here, and now.

As if summoned by his thoughts, the door handle turns, and the solid wood slowly eases open towards him. He shuffles back to avoid being hit, because he doesn’t exactly trust them to be caring of his health now.

The deep frown that he’s been wearing since he was awoken that morning by thundering footsteps directly above his bed shifts to something softer when he sees the man opening the door.

The first thing George notices about him are the eyes- a golden yellow that he knows is really green, set in a kind face weathered with smile lines. The second thing George notices is that he does not, in fact, have bricks attached to his shoes, and that brings the frown right back to his face.

“Uh- Hello. How can I help you?” the man asks, and he sounds nice enough. George thinks it’s an elaborate front.

“Are you aware,” George starts, bringing his eyes up from the mans shoes. “That there are people living below you?”

He blinks. “It would be pretty weird if they didn’t, yeah?”

“So you are aware them,” George clears his throat, crossing his arms. “That you should consider that before stomping around up here like a bull with dementia?”

George almost finds it satisfying, to watch the way his expression goes from open and friendly to sour, the way his stance comes to mirror George’s, down to the crossed arms.

“So it’s a sin for a man to walk around his own house now is it?” he says, and George finds it hard to take him seriously with the ridiculous hat covering silvery hair- it’s pointed at the corners, taking a shape similar to the ears of a cat. “Just turn down your hearing aids.”

“Don’t need them,” George says curtly, rubbing a finger over the skin of his left ring finger, a habit he hadn’t dropped since his divorce. It draws his eyes to the same place on the man across from him, and he notices that he wears no ring either. “And it is a sin if you’re disrupting my sleep.”

He looks ready to argue back, but his eyes dart down to the movement of George’s finger, and he seems to change his mind. “Listen if you want to debate the bible, the lady three doors down can go for hours. Let’s say, instead, you come in for a cup of hot chocolate. Get all your complaining out.”

George shifts on his feet, feeling his hip pop as he does, and it reminds him that sitting down sometime soon would be nice….

“Fine. But if there’s no vodka in that chocolate I’m stealing something.”

With a small smile that makes George’s heart flutter in a way it hasn’t in decades, the man steps aside, pushing the door all the way open. “I’m Dream, by the way. I don’t think you introduced yourself.”

“George,” he replies as he steps forward, struggling for a moment to lift his walker over the edge between the hall and Dream’s carpet. “Strange name.”

Dream laughs, and George is distracted from looking over every inch of his apartment when a small animal appears, walking with its tail held high.

“You have a cat,” he observes, and Dream turns from where he’d been pouring milk to heat up. George sets his walker to the side as he ever so carefully crouches down to pet the thing, smiling to himself when it purrs.

“He likes you,” Dream says, and there’s a note of fondness in his voice. “That’s Spirit. He probably hates my stomping just as much as you do.”

“Oh, you’re a smart one then, aren’t you,” George coos, rubbing under the cats chin. He’s a big cat, with long orange fur and some spots of gray on his muzzle, and ridiculously long whiskers that tickle where they brush against George’s leg. “You ought to bite him more. Maybe piss on his bed,” George says in a faux whiper, leaning down as much as he can.

“Oh, so now you’re trying to turn my cat against me?” Dream says, and George nearly jumps from the sudden proximity. “Need a hand up?”

George huffs, glaring at the offered hand but taking it anyway, groaning loudly as he stands. “So you can walk quietly,” he grumbles, eyeing the distance between he kitchenette and his current position.

“Only when I want to” Dream says with a wink, and George really wishes he still had his own cane- a much better weapon. “Come here, sit down before I have to call someone to help you. God forbid that new one- what’s her name- Rosa, god forbid she shows up. She’d have you on the ambulance in a matter of minutes.”

George laughs, following as Dream leads him to a chair in the living area, acutely aware of their still connected hands. “She on this floor too? Sent my neighbor to hospice for a cough. Haven’t seen her since.”

As George lowers himself onto the chair, Dream still doesn’t let his hand go, and George can feel a blush, of all things, creeping up his neck and staining his face.

“You planning to hold my hand forever, or-” George suggests, just as the microwave beeps. “Don’t tell me you microwaved the milk.”

“How else would I do it?” Dream asks, pulling his hand back and turning back to his microwaved milk. “You want peppermint?”

“I want vodka. And I don’t know, on the stove, maybe?”

“Too much work,” Dream says cheerily, and George sighs, long and exaggerated.

He looks around Dream’s living space as he waits, noting the various pictures with his seemingly excessively large family. It’s not the only thing he’s looking for, but he can’t help but notice the lack of any sort of spouse.

“Snooping around already?” Dream asks as he returns, two steaming mugs in his hands. “You could probably find my whole life’s story on these walls.”

George meets his eye as he hands a mug over, wrapping his easily chilled hands around it gratefully. Dream takes the chair opposite his, and watches as George takes his first sip. As much as he wants to hate whatever microwaved monstrosity is swirling in the mug, he has to admit that it tastes damn good.

“‘T’s good,” he says into the mug, not missing the way Dream’s face lights up at the admission. “Family recipe?”

“Nope, all mine,” Dream says with a grin. “Come on, I know you have questions. Hit me.”

George hums, making a show of thinking it over. The burning question feels too obvious, and too revealing. He’s only just met this man a few minutes ago, he shouldn’t be asking about his love life. And yet-

“No wife?” he asks bluntly, taking a big sip right after.

Dream laughs, setting his own mug aside as he leans forward, planting his elbows on his knees. “Nope. Never settled down. Always felt like I was chasing something just out of reach, like I needed to wait until the perfect person came along. And now look at me,” he laughs again, this time sounding more forced. “Left in a home to die alone. Probably doesn’t help I only realized it wasn’t a wife I should have been looking for what, ten years ago?”

George leans back in his chair, studying Dream in a new light. “Trust me, men aren’t worth it either. My husband filed for divorce, what, 20 years back? Never even bothered to tell me why. One day there, the next, gone. Took everything too.”

“That why you ended up in Florida? Don’t meet many British people around here.”

“Wanted to die under the sun,” George says easily, the alcohol warming his veins. “London was too grey, too many memories. I always loved it here.”

They sit in silence for a bit after that, only broken by Spirit jumping up to George’s lap with a loud meow.

“So no kids?” George asks, easing one of Spirit’s big paws away from where it’s kneading at his shorts, claws digging into his skin.

“You’ve got the only one on your lap,” Dream says. “Well, grandkid, technically. His mom was mine too.”

George nods, tangling his fingers in the long fur. “You ever think about second chances?”

“I think I’m on third’s by now,” Dream chuckles, meeting George’s eyes curiously. “Why, you rethinking the way you introduced yourself?”

“In your dream’s,” George says with a grin. “But I wouldn’t mind coming over again- to tell you off, probably.”

“And to pet my cat. And drink my vodka.”

“That too,” George nods. “Might need to visit a lot, then.”

“Well,” Dream shifts in his seat, and he appears to be fighting off a smile. It still reaches his eyes, and George can’t help but think of the man he sees on the walls- happy, glowing. Hopeful. “Then I guess I’d have to let you in. As an apology for the stomping.”

#cq.writing #dnf #old man yaoi 🎉#if yall want any of the other prompts lmk this was fun

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dwtdog · 30 days

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ouahhhh

#cq.writing #this fic is a gooey mess i kind of love it

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dwtdog · 3 months

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my love

dnf

rated T, 8k words

mutual pining, shopping trips, and patches' birthday

#dnf #dreamnotfound #valentines day fic #cq.writing

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dwtdog · 4 months

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I would read the hell out of an inconvenienced-by-cat-shit to lovers fic

good news!!

stay the night

Dream shrugs, and finally, George notices the shadows under his eyes, darker than usual. “None of the guest beds are made and honestly? I don’t have the energy to deal with that, and Sapnap is streaming, so I figured-” “Sure,” George cuts him off, playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can use mine, I probably won’t sleep for a while anyway, so.” “So,” Dream parrots him, drawing the vowel out. “Uh- thanks. You can kick me out when you need it- I’ll probably just take a nap.” “Okay, yeah, I’m just going to edit now. Have a nice nap.” And George is turning back to his computer, feeling the pull of productivity and wanting to get away from the feelings that are burbling in his stomach. “If you see Milo tell him to fuck off,” Dream adds, as he walks in the direction of George’s bedroom. “Or to go shit on Sapnap’s bed again.”

or, inconveniences and idiots in love

#dnf #dnf fic #cq.writing #inspired by dreams tweet and sapnaps stream lol #enjoy idiots in love and as u so wonderfully put it anon #inconvenienced-by-cat-shit to lovers fic

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dwtdog · 4 months

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my fic for @mello-when-hi for @dtblrsecretsanta :DD

hit the brakes my mistake

rated T 5770 words

dnf soulmate au

Dream’s head is spinning when he finally takes a moment away from his screen, eyes blurring as he looks around his room to steady himself, startling when he finds his hands covered in ink. A rich green, spiraled designs intersected by simple doodles, spanning from his fingertips to his elbows. He traces a hand over a line that weaves around his knuckles, smiling softly under the dim light of his screen. “George?” he asks softly, unable to keep the fondness from his voice. Through his headphones, he hears a gentle stirring and a startled little noise not unlike the chirps Patches wakes when he rests a hand on her small head, waking her from sleep. “Hi Dr’m,” George says, voice soft and scratchy from sleep. “D’you like my drawings?”

or, dream and george are soulmates- best friends since they were young, but separated by an ocean. meeting in person is all they've ever wanted- but will it change their friendship?

#dnf #dtblrsecretsanta #cq.writing

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dwtdog · 5 months

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DNFWeek Day 3: Firsts Together is still on baby :3

take me out and take me home

#guys i used taylor lyrics as the title u have to read it now :))#dnf #dnf fic #my writing #cq.writing #dnfweek2023

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dwtdog · 5 months

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DNFWeek2023 Day Four Sharing a Bed

why don't we kiss goodnight

emotional hurt/comfort, and dream being george's baby <3

#dnfweek2023 #dnf #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #im proud of this one :3 #first time writing angst in a while hehe #cq.writing

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dwtdog · 5 months

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✦ scored a bullseye in the early morning glow

quacknap, fluff, farm life

2049 words, 1/1, rated G

✦ i wanna stay here forever

dnf, confessions, sexuality

3167 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ False Pretenses

karlnapity, enemies to lovers, bodyguard x ceo x assassin

25406 words, 2/?, rated T

✦ you're not a friend again

dnf, practice kissing, idiots to lovers

7821 words, 1/1, rated M

✦ mine

dnf, the chains, gift giving

1777 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ turn your raw desire to conformity

dnf, omegaverse, alpha x alpha, complicated relationships

2137 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ all i need is you

dnf, omegaverse, omega x omega, nesting

1715 words, 1/1, rated G

✦ take me out and take me home

dnf, established relationship, first date, sharing clothes

4124 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ why don't we kiss goodnight

dnf, dream is george's baby, hurt/comfort

3709 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ give me something to dream about

dnf, soulmate au, famous singer dream

5974 words, 1/1, rated E

✦ and we all know how this ends

dnf, manhunt au, minecraft setting

3079 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ some kind of magic

dnf, adopting kitten, tiktoker george, animal shelter employee dream

4309 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ hit the brakes my mistake

dnf, soulmate au, writing on skin, getting together, late night conversations

5770 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ i think it might be fear

cdream centric, cdnf, canon divergence, prison break

6900 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ stay the night

dnf, getting together, sharing a bed, inspired by dreams tweet

3139 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ need

dnf, phone sex

2425 words, 1/1, rated E

✦ my love

dnf, valentines day, shopping together

8788 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ (I smile because I want to) I am your boy

dnf, dogboy dream, domestic fluff

5046 words, 1/1, rated T

✦ at the end of the world

dream centric, rivalsduo, gods and goddesses post-apocalyptic au

8491 words, 1/1, rated G

#cq.writing #cq.save

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dwtdog · 2 months

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ngl im a new lurker around here so I didn’t know you are a writer but if you would like to link anything I would very much like to read it -🐢

ouuu this is fun! hi :3 nice to have u around

my love is my most recent fic, valentines day sillyness

and you're not a friend again is my personal favorite :D

#cq.asks #cq.writing

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dwtdog · 4 months

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updated my karlnapity fic after half a year :33

false pretenses

Tired of feeling stuck in the cycle of mundanity, Sapnap takes a risky job offer, hoping to find new meaning in his life. He gets all that he wanted and more, quickly developing a close relationship with the man he's been hired to protect; but someone is lurking in the shadows, a familiar face with unforgettable eyes.

#hi guys i know this is niche okok #and i didnt update for a long ass time #but #if u r in missing karlnapity hours #this is my gift just for u #karlnapity #cq.writing

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dwtdog · 1 month

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if someone sent me a little dnf prompt i could use as a warmup and to finally have something to post on here i would be in ur debt forever and ever

#cq.writing #i’ll take anything :3 #i just srsly need to force myself to write SOMETHING

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dwtdog · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

George tells Sapnap about an uncomfortable dream

yippee :33 i did a little season 2 headcanon drabble

“So you seriously want me to believe,” Sapnap says, voice high, “That you’re having some fucking- prophetic dreams?”

George groans, shaking his head and punching Sapnap’s arm. They’re walking on the path, cobble clicking under their boots. It’s a nice day, the sun high in the afternoon sky, and they’ve passed several other members of the server during their walk. That doesn’t do much to relieve George’s frustration at Sapnap’s inability to understand him.

“No,” he grits out, kicking a stone off the path. “They’re not prophetic, idiot. I think they’re like- a past life.”

Sapnap scoffs. “Right. And that’s more believable than seeing the future in your dreams?”

“I- Well, no, but that’s not what I’m saying. Were you listening at all?”

“Well…” Sapnap trails off, and George searches his face for even a hint of shame, only finding a shit-eating grin. He groans again, turning off the path to duck under the shade of a tree. Sapnap follows, settling next to George when he leans against the wide tree trunk.

“Okay, listen, I’ll tell you again, but you have to promise to listen this time,” George speaks slowly, tone patronizing. “Or I’ll burn you’re house down.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” Sapnap objects, throwing his hands up in surrender when George turns to glare at him. “Fine, fine. I’ll listen, but only because I think you’re going crazy and it’s like, entertaining.”

George rolls his eyes, but starts his explanation again. “So. For months now, I’ve been having these weird dreams. They always feel- they always feel real, like everything makes sense and works together. And all those dumb tricks to tell if you’re in a dream? They never work. The clocks always have a time and I can look down and see my feet or whatever. But I can never change what happens.”

“You’re sure you’re not just- I don’t know, lucid dreaming or whatever the fuck it’s called?”

“I don’t think so,” George hums, thinking. “I talked to someone about that- Fundy I think? And he said you should be able to control everything in a lucid dream.”

“You told Fundy before me?” Sapnap’s hand covers his heart, and the false offense in his voice is enough to make George roll his eyes. “I thought we were friends, George, I’m heartbroken.”

“Shut up idiot, I didn’t tell him what I was dreaming about. He didn’t even really ask.”

“Still,” Sapnap is fidgeting with his sword where it sits in its hilt, a habit that annoys George to no end. “I’m offended.”

“You’ll live,” George says, forging on. “So because of all that, I think the dreams are, like, memories.”

“But why would they be of a past life? I don’t get that part.”

And now George hesitates, because for as much as he wants someone to talk to about his dreams, he’s not sure how to explain the actual contents without scaring Sapnap off. “It just- is. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“George,” Sapnap groans. “What’s the point of telling me about your crazy dreams if you won’t give details?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Then explain it or I’ll burn your house down.”

“Fine! Fine, if you really want to know- I see you guys,” George turns, staring out into the horizon rather than meet Sapnap’s eyes. “You and Dream and Bad and everyone.”

“What’s so complicated about that?” Sapnap asks, and George appreciates that he sounds genuinely curious. “I mean- you’re meant to only see faces you know in your dreams or whatever.”

“Well aren’t you just the dream expert today,” George laughs, relaxing back against the tree, rolling his eyes when Sapnap chuckles at the double meaning. “But it’s not about you being there, it’s about what you do. Like- I knew you were a fire demon before you told me, right?”

“Well, I don’t exactly hide it.”

“It was a few hours after we met.”

“Still-”

“I knew you had a crush on Karl before you told me, too,” George cuts Sapnap off, quickly growing frustrated again. “And I’ll bet you like Quackity too.”

Silence. Stunned, satisfying silence. “What the fuck- George! How did you-”

“Like I told you, idiot, I know things because of my dreams,” George says, smug.

“So in your dreams I like, told you I liked them?”

George hesitates, tentative now that they’re getting into the details. “More than that you guys- you guys were engaged.”

“Me and- and Quackity?”

“No, all three of you,” George breathes out, not surprised when Sapnap grabs his arm, turning George to face him. His jaw is hanging open, and George is sure if he could see red, he’d see Sapnap blushing like crazy. “You guys were pretty gross, honestly. Like, all over each other all the damn time.”

“Oh my god,” Sapnap whispers. “Does that mean I have a chance in this life?”

George can’t help the wince that crosses his face, and Sapnap’s expression falls. “Again, it’s more complicated than that. You guys were engaged- but never married.”

“Oh. That’s- that’s okay, I guess. Better than nothing, right? Can you tell me the whole story? I promise I’ll pay attention this time.”

George nods, sliding down the tree to sit in the grass, settling in for a long story with Sapnap next to him.

It feels strange to tell a story that isn’t his, but George does his best. And of course, the story of Sapnap and his fiances quickly devolves into a retelling of everything he’s seen in his dreams- because it’s all so intrinsically connected.

Sapnap nods along the whole time, asking questions that send George on tangents, and by the time the sun is setting, his throat hurts from too much talking.

It feels so cathartic to get everything out though, and after George describes the end of things, the way the world had vanished around him, they sit in silence together.

George plays with the grass between his fingers, shredding it finely and thinking of the last dream he’d had- the one he’d just told, of the end of the world.

That dream had been particularly vivid- and confusing, because it had started with him waking up, in an unfamiliar house, and unfamiliar bed. He’d felt tired, like he should just close his eyes again, go back to the world of his dreams within the dream.

But something had kept him awake. Maybe it was a sixth sense, a sense of danger warning him of a fate he couldn’t avoid.

He’d fought sleep in the dream, a distinct sense of defiance coming from the choice. Leaving his little house had been a further act of rebellion, and the sun had been bright in his eyes outside, the shade of the mushroom house keeping it off his skin. The kingdom was always so beautiful in his dreams- so different from the other settings they usually took place in. There was so much darkness, so much destruction and pain, that the mushroom kingdom was a beautiful escape he’d look forward to falling asleep and seeing.

But on this day, in this dream, something had felt off. Kinoko had felt unsafe, the shadows stretching long under the sun, the sky perfect and cloudless, empty.

He’d felt like he needed to run. To hide. But there was no running from what came.

Like the grass between his fingers, everything around George in the dream had been ruined. The ground turned inside out, the sky falling in and crushing everything beneath it.

The end of all things, of the fascinating world that George had grown to love- even if the him from his dreams was so painfully apathetic.

So when Sapnap asks, after minutes of sitting with the new knowledge, what they ought to do with this knowledge, George’s answer is easy.

“We can’t let it happen again.”

#dsmp #sixteenthdayevent #csapnap #cgeorgenotfound #cq.writing

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