#dream falls first and george struggles to realize his feelings

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Monthly Fic Roundup - April 2023

hello there again :] dont forget to give all these amazing people a kudos and heartwarming comment !

also !!!! very pleased by the slight increase in fem!dnf fics this month .... i know there was a fem!dnf week going on for artists but if anyone would like then i could hold one for writers too .... tell me your thoughts !!!!

— apricity by fifishy (teen | comp. | 3k)

5 times George loves his best friend, and 1 time it's reciprocated.

— midpoints by nervouswaltz (teen | comp. | 3k)

George didn't so much fall in love with Dream more than he tripped, stumbled, and landed on the ground after a long slide down a hill. Falling in love with George, Dream thinks, was like tripping over the edge of the Grand Canyon and hitting the ground with a splat.

— afterglow by twostorms (teen | comp. | 16k)

Dream, George, and the next chapter of their lives.

— crystal clear by womanhunt (mature | comp. | 3k)

Dream comes home from Los Angeles.

— need you closer by 21questions (mature | comp. | 15k)

Dream and George are famous, and with that, stuck keeping their relationship secret. Their big reveal doesn't quite go as planned.

— sweetness (heart's content) by heartinhands (expl. | comp. | 3k)

Dream is incredibly weak for her girlfriend in an oversized hoodie. And her girlfriend's tits. Her girlfriend's everything really. Georgie wants her just as much though.

— soft by alisonsomething (teen | comp. | 1k)

George finally edits a video. After working on it all day, he asks Dream for a hand massage as his reward.

— craving your soft touch by Anonymous (expl. | comp. | 2k)

"Take a picture," Georgie says dryly, "will last longer. Or better, do something."

— Separate Poles Of Gravity by ivegivenuponyou (expl. | comp. | 6k)

He wonders at one point, with his hand around his cock, when it starts to count as an addiction, if you can even get addicted to masturbating, and then he thinks of Dream bending him over the weight bench and cums across the shower floor.

— you are the future (and the future looks good) by deathlytireddan (gen | comp. | 2k)

Patches' pov of her life with Dream.

— love me fully by next spring by brokenlikeastitch (teen | wip | 50k+)

George has never been one for blind optimism. His world has always existed in shades of grey. Shit happens sometimes and you put your head down and fucking deal with it. This time, though, this time he’s hopeful.

— beamish by findingahome (teen | comp. | 3k)

stargazing in a McDonald's parking lot.

— bury ourselves (reach for the sun) by wooowriter (gen | comp. | 8k)

In London, in a boring bedroom with boring walls, George realizes he loves Dream for the first time. Three years later, in LA, he tells him.

— Vis-à-Vis by Scoops (teen | comp. | 21k)

While they’re staying in Los Angeles, Dream’s Uber gets into an accident. Secrets are revealed, a road trip gets underway, and George finds out that maybe he likes taking care of people sometimes. Well, if that person is Dream, at least.

— somethin' stupid (like i love you) by snakeinaboyband (teen | comp. | 19k)

spending Christmas with Dream's family forces them both to struggle with the dynamic they'd settled into when George arrived in Florida. Maybe it's time they stopped pretending their friendship is normal.

— hands, knees, please by demonstars (expl. | comp. | 2k)

“I haven’t even touched you,” George is delighted. “You say you’re not obsessed with me, but you literally are. Look at you.”

— There Might Be by BirbWatcher, jestbee (teen | comp. | 6k)

George implies there's some truth to DNF on a live broadcast, all hell breaks loose

— living our life thru the stars by charoo (teen | comp. | 12k)

prince george makes friends with two boys that teach him how to have fun and be himself– happiness, pain, apologizies, laughter, and love follow.

— Give and Take by copperfic (expl. | comp. | 4k)

George laughs, glancing down. “They were with my stuff and I didn’t feel like digging through the laundry for another pair. He’s so short. Like can you believe how short these are?” “Yeah,” he manages weakly. “Crazy.”

— your house looks like it's heaven by preytall (expl. | comp. | 2k)

"It's the truth, though. You're a slut, George."

— Fool Me Once by VicIsWriting (teen | comp. | 2k)

April Fools day is the perfect time to ask your best friend out, right?

— you open like a flower by tippysleeps (expl. | comp. | 5k)

Dream takes off her shirt and George feels her brain white out. To see Dream in this context, all coy and expectant, with freckles and acne scars on her shoulders, makes her feel like the first person to discover desire.

remember that you're always free to send in any fics you'd like to see on the next roundup and i'll make sure to include it :]

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #monthly fic roundup #monthly fic roundup april 2023

[bagelrites]

Sing Something New

George hears Dream singing and gets emotional (DNF fluff)

George wakes up around noon, annoyed that the guest bed is right next to the window, so the sunlight peeking in from behind the edge of the curtain is glaring directly into his eyes. He rolls over, balling up the blankets in his arms like he can make a replacement for the body that should be next to him, and tries to go back to sleep.

He fails, letting out a long groan, and reaches for his phone on the side table.

He has several notifications from Dream that pushed through his Do Not Disturb. He smiles to himself, reading them from his lock screen, but doesn’t answer. He doesn’t want Dream to think he’s awake because he doesn’t have the energy for a call yet.

Instead, he opens TikTok, and his For You page delivers Dream to him regardless.

He doesn’t realize it’s actually Dream’s tiktok at first. It just looks like one of those AI voice covers, and this time it happens to be Dream singing Hey There Delilah. Then it quickly cuts off, and there’s a view of a bedroom wall George recognizes, Dream’s sleepy morning voice curling warm and creaky around George’s head and heart. He pulls the phone closer, suddenly very awake and very interested, because Dream is saying that the AI doesn’t even sound like him, and now he wants to prove it.

When Dream starts to sing, George feels himself melt a little. His singing voice is so much softer than the harsh tones of the AI, and the words come out with a little tremor to them, his lungs struggling to hold enough air for the longer notes with his back flat against the mattress. He can’t see Dream’s face, but it doesn’t matter, because he knows what he looks like when he sings, even in the dark of the morning, laying beside George with the sheets thrown hap-hazardly across his legs, and that does something to him.

He’s thrown back to a year ago, when things were lonely, when George’s days were dark because he only lived in the late hours of night, when all he had of Dream was a voice on the other side of a screen, and that voice sung to him. He’s thrown back into the yearning and the numb pain in his chest, the believing it would never be, could never be. 

And Dream’s words now are like a balm: Don’t worry about the distance, I’m right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen. 

He turns off his phone and closes his eyes, pressing it to his chest while he lays on his back. The corners of his eyes burn. The sheets smell of old spice and sweat. The blanket’s a little too heavy, yet not heavy enough. He wishes it were Dream, and then he wishes he had it in him not to miss him when he’s only been gone for a day.

He should feel lucky, now, after years of waiting. Instead, all he wants is to have him there.

His voice might suffice, though.

George picks up the phone again, quickly closes out of TikTok, scrolls to facetime, and calls Dream. It only rings once before he picks up. He’s also still in bed, holding the phone up so George can mostly just see his eyes and forehead, the way his hair fall against the pillow.

“What?” he says, pulls the phone away and makes his eyes go big, then pulls the phone close again. “What do you want?”

George rolls over. He’s suddenly very aware that Dream can see him, and hides his mouth behind a curled hand.

“Wanna hear you,” he mumbles, and Dream immediately softens. He sits up, his brows arching in towards one another, and looks down at his phone with a shine in his eyes.

“You don’t miss me already, do you?” he asks.

“Shut up. I know you do too.”

Dream laughs.

“I know,” he said. “But I’m me. And you’re you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” George puts on an annoyed look, but he isn’t, really. He can never be, with Dream.

“Well,” Dream sighs, ignoring him. “What are you gonna do about it? Come home early?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” George giggles, and Dream gives him a small smile, the kind where his lips make a sort of V, like he’s trying to repress it, but the muscles of his face are betraying him.

“Well, I mean—” Dream starts, and George talks in the middle of it.

“You should sing to me,” he says, hoping Dream won’t hear him over his own voice, but he cuts himself off too quick and seems to catch the end of it.

“What? You want me to sing to you?”

George slams his phone down into the mattress so Dream can’t see his face. The unfortunate side effect is that he can’t see Dream anymore, either, but he can hear him laughing hysterically. 

“Oh my god! You saw my tiktok, didn’t you?” he asks, chuckles verging on a wheeze, but not quite getting there.

“Shut up. Whatever. Bye.” George picks his phone up, making like he’s going to hang up, and that gets Dream to stop laughing.

“No, no, no! I can sing to you.” Dream pouts, and George lets out a long sigh, like this is actually a tough decision for him.

“Fine. Sing to me, I guess.” He rests the phone on his stomach and looks up at the ceiling, but Dream doesn’t complain that he can’t see him.

“What should I sing? Hey There Delilah?”

“No,” George says.

“No?”

“No, sing something new.”

Dream hums, then goes quiet for a minute. George is about to ask him what’s taking so long, when he hears him clear his throat, and then that soft voice is all around him again, but sweeter this time, because the concert is for him and him only.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

George giggles. It’s a cheesy choice, but he loves it. He settles his hands behind his phone and shimmies his shoulders to dig into the mattress a little more.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?

George smiles a smile that burns in his cheeks. He feels that bright spark in his chest, that joy only Dream can draw out of him, that feeling like he could live forever, here, in this moment.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

It doesn’t matter anymore how far away he is or when or where George will see him again, because he already has him, and always will.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Dream ends it there. George closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Was that… okay?” Dream asks, and Goerge is pretty sure that’s the stupidest question he’s ever heard.

In retaliation, he picks up the phone so Dream will be looking him in the eye when he answers.

“I love you so much, Dream.”

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

[supernovaa-remnant]

never watched the movie but i know the storyline and honestly, everything where you can turn wil into a royal is a yes for me lmao

one day i will write a proper au and i will have dream call him little prince because that name is something that makes me go a bit insane...

anyway back to the original point, wonderful idea stella, i support you. just thinking about dream falling in love with wil and then also realizing he's the royal he saved years ago afsgdhaf I LOVE THIS

this movie was, like, I don't wanna say an integral part of my childhood, but it was significant (it was one of my mother's favorite movies, too)

I will say that this movie did eventually lead to me reading through all the wikipedia pages for the last generation of the Romanov family ahkjsdhsjdhskjhdsjs which tbh was a very interesting read I do recommend

ALSO!! ALSO!!! Once Upon A December???? BANGER SONG

but yeahhhh royal wilbur is a really fun trope I think.. it fits him well

at first I was a bit iffy on roles because I feel like c!wil can also fit charismatic conman, but ultimately I felt like the entire story could fit together more if wil was anastasia and sbi was the rest of the royal family (rip sbi </3) (except techno tho he survives)

uhhhh so anyway dteam would probably be a little group of criminals/conmen because, y'know, struggling to survive in the world etc etc.

dream and sapnap used to work at the palace, and george was actually some noble kid who was at the party when the attack happened (sapnap saved/kidnapped george, and dream helped get wilbur to safety like dimitri did for anastasia in the movie :3)

techno isn't wilbur's brother, but he was really good friends with Phil and also had some high standing or smth, and he was trying to escape with wilbur bc he couldn't get to anyone else in time, but oh noooo they get separated, wilbur falls and hits his head and gets amnesia, and you know the rest.

(also: niki knew wilbur when they were younger—idk how yet—but she also survived and is with techno. they're doing their best to find wilbur).

anyway 10/10 movie I do recommend everyone should go see it

#I just think it's neat #idk I'd probably find more ways to add my own little flair to it #instead of keeping it as a direct copy #but tbh idk how much I'll ever do with his au #once upon a december au #<- working title #stella answers #sky cdreambur

[theshippingqueens-blog]

A/N IM BACK BABY! ive been studing for exams and finally got a break s heres a dnf fic for yall cause we all need dnfies rn

This was fun to write especially since I had a horrible February and March due to drama so please enjoy!

The spring fair wasn't something I had on my agenda for the day but Dream insisted I get out of the house and stay away from social media. Hopefully, this will be a good day and a break from the Catti situation. 

The fair was crowded as we walked all four of us. Sapnap and Punz decided to join us since they had nothing better to do. "Hey Georgie you good?" Dream whispered squeezing my hand. I never realized our hands were linked together I squeezed back. "Yeah I'm ok" I mumbled watching some kids tossing a ball around. They looked so happy. One day I planned on having little kids running around the house laughter filling the house. "Hey George" Sapnap yelled snapping me out of my train of thought. I realized Dream was gone along with puns. "Hmmm? What's up?" I said joining him on a picnic bench.

"I just wanted to ask if you're ok...I know this last month wasn't all that good for you and I can tell you are not doing ok...Well, Dream saw it first but whatever."  He said giving me a small smile. Did Dream notice first? I mean sure we have spent a lot of time cuddling and he would make sure I was okay- He just cared about me he cared about me more than a friend didn't he? "Sap...I think Dream loves me..." I whispered more like a confession to myself than anything. He started laughing "What whats so funny?" I asked feeling a tad bit upset. "Geoge has always loved you stupid! everyone knows it even his mom! And I'm laughing 'cause I asked you if you're ok and you say that?" He said wiping a stray tear. My face flushed "O-oh im doing fine now I guess" I muttered.

The rest of the day was a bit better now that I knew Dream loved me. 'OOH! look they're doing a three-legged race winner gets a $75 gift card to the cheesecake factory!" Sapnap pointed out Dream looked at me the sun hitting his hair making it look light brown. "you wanna team up?" He asked giving me his dopey smile. I smiled he looked so adorable like that. "Let's go kick punz and sapnaps butt."

Teaming up with your 6'3 best friend and long-time crush isn't such a good idea when entering a three-legged race but I didn't know that until it was too late. Dream had his are wrapped around my waist and mine was on his shoulder we were beating Sapnap and Punz but it was a struggle. "C'mon, we need to hurry!" I said glancing and the two who were slowly catching up to is "Well if you weren't so short we wouldn't have this problem!" He joked laughing a bit "Not funny!" I yelled. My foot got caught on his next thing I knew im fell to the dirt Dream came down along with me. "OH SHI-" Before I could fall Dream caught me by the waist. I opened my eyes to see two pools of honey looking into my eyes and small dust of pink on his face and a small smirk "Woah Georgie dont  fall for me." He said awkwardly chuckling lifting me to stand. 

Turns out neither of us won the race a pair of siblings won. We spent the rest of the day hanging out getting food and playing games. Dream even won me a small black cat plush. This was honestly the best day ever.

As the sun slowly set we started heading back. "Wait...you guys go ahead i wanna take George one last place before we leave." Dream said grabbing onto my hand "Yeah ok have fun lovebirds!" Sapnap teased making me blush a little. "were are you taking us?" I asked as Dream led us somewhere. He looked down at me and smiled. "it's a surprise you'll see."

Turns out the surprise was the fairies wheel. Dream paid for our ride. "why did you take us here?" I asked as we slowly descended upward. "it's the best place to watch the sunset." He said grabbing onto my hand. I looked at our hands then up at him then out the window The veiw was pretty. "thanks" I whispered leaning my head on his shoulder. "for what?" He asked leaning his head against mine. "for this...For helping me when I was at my lowest point...for caring about me more than anyone else has ever cared about me. For...loving me." I whispered that last part under my breath. He looked up at me "Oh baby (it's a pet name he uses in irl so I thought I'd use it lol! Now finish reading! -cupid) I have always cared about you." He smiled at me and cupped my cheek. "You are my everything George you're my moon my stars my whole world I have always loved you even if you never saw it." I smiled tears of happiness spilling down onto my cheeks."I love you two." I said giving him a soft kiss on the cheek "I'll love you forever." I said cuddling into his chest as we watched the sunset.

I can't believe I fell for my best friend

~the end~

HI! Thank you for reading this!! the story itself is 878 not including this A/N and the one at the top. A thank you to my girlfriend Angie who has kept me on my toes. A thank you to Finley   who convinced me that no matter what I write I'm still a writer and to all of you who have read this it means the world to me that I can share my fanfiction without getting hate. So thank you!less

#dreamnotfound #dnf

[maybeitslove]

dream plays with kittens (while answering fan questions)

summary:

Buzzfeed presents The Kitten Interview ft. Dream

“George always calls me Dream unless he’s mad or something and says Clay.” Dream admits with a laugh, “But it catches me off guard every time, like oh shit he’s being serious now.” Realization hits him suddenly. “Oh- I just cursed, sorry! Is that allowed?” He looks over at the team of people behind the lights with an apologetic expression.

-

The Kitten Interview | Buzzfeed

Starring: Dream

We had fans submit questions they’ve wanted to ask Dream, and gave him a bunch of tiny kittens to play with.

-

Dream gasps in delight. “Oh my god, there are more?”

Another two kittens are handed to him, adding to the four milky white kittens already clambering about on the pink-covered floor around him. One is resting peacefully in his lap while he holds two in his hands, helping them climb up his chest and onto his shoulders.

“This one’s ready for a nap,” he laughs, using a pointer finger to pet the tiny cat on his thigh. “Lil’ sleepy guy.”

-

“Hey guys, it’s Dream here with Buzzfeed to answer some of your questions while hanging out with these sweet little kitties.” The camera zooms in on his hands playing with a particularly lively cat, before panning up to his face. He smiles at the lens before picking a slip of paper out of the jar they gave him and reading the first question out loud.

-

Question 1: Do you prefer cats or dogs?

“This feels like a catboy/dogboy question in disguise,” Dream admits with a laugh, silently damning his lack of filter. “I mean- I have a cat, Patches, and I definitely like cats a lot. Some dogs are cool, but generally, I think cats are just more chill and easy to live with.”

“I’ll leave the catboy/dogboy discourse to Twitter,” he decides. “Seems to be a popular topic of discussion over there.”

-

Question 2: How often do the crew boys hang out outside of recordings, and do you have a group chat?

“Wow, a double question. Uh- We hang out a lot outside of recordings and streams, usually just in calls for hours at a time where we all kind of come and go whenever. Bu- Oh!”

One kitten slides off his shoulder and into the hood of his hoodie, letting out a weak mewl as it falls in. Dream pauses mid-sentence, “Oh no! Let me get you out, baby cat. It just crawled into my hood,” he chuckles and reaches a hand behind his neck, retrieving the ball of fluff with one hand. “There we go,” he places it back in his lap along with the others.

“What was I saying again? Right- Yeah, we hang out all the time, and we definitely have a group chat. There are several, actually, but the funniest one is our iMessage group.”

“Can you share the name of the group chat?” The director, Hanna, asks, making him look up at her.

Dream feels himself blush, “Uhm, no I cannot.” He laughs nervously, adding, “That name is very not safe for work — or the internet.”

“Quackity came up with it, I’ll just say that.”

-

Question 3: What is your favorite content to make?

He stretches his legs out so all the kittens can gather in the space between them. “My favorite content to make has to be youtube videos.” Surprisingly sharp paws scratch on the side of his legs as the last cat struggles to get to where the others are now piling on top of each other. Dream helps it over.

“Youtube has been where my passion for content creation has been since the beginning,” he continues. “Especially longer videos like manhunts and challenges with Sapnap and George, because those are always so much fun to film — and edit.”

“Streaming can be fun sometimes ,” he hesitates. “But I mostly enjoy just popping into other people’s streams. And I know people want me to go live on Twitch more, trust me-” Dream looks directly into the camera, “-I see all your tweets, guys.”

He shrugs. “I think I just prefer videos where I can control what is shown and what isn’t if that makes sense.”

-

Question 4: Does everyone call you Dream or is it just your online name?

“My real name is Clay, but I feel like most people know that at this point,” Dream readjusts his hoodie a little. “My family and, like, closest friends call me by my real name, but I go by Dream most of the time.”

He helps a kitten crawl through his hoodie pocket, smiling as it peeks its head out of the other side.

“George always calls me Dream unless he’s mad or something and says Clay.” Dream admits with a laugh, “But it catches me off guard every time, like oh shit he’s being serious now .”

Realization hits him suddenly. “Oh- I just cursed, sorry! Is that allowed?” He looks over at the team of people behind the lights with an apologetic expression.

“We can bleep it out, don’t worry about it,“ one person reassures, clearly amused at his panicked tone.

Dream breathes out in relief, brushing an awkward hand through his hair. “That was a slip-up. I would never condone such atrocious language,” he jokes paired with a brief smirk into the camera, “never.”

-

Question 5: Do you have plans to release more music in the future, and would you collaborate on a song again with another artist?

He folds the paper together while he gives a cryptic response. “I constantly have cool projects going on, most of which are kept very hush-hush,” he puts a finger to his lips.

“But what I can say is: yes , there will be more music in the indefinite future.”

“As for collaborations-” Dream drags out the word before continuing. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He smirks and picks out another question without sharing any more details. Twitter is going to have a field day with that teaser.

-

Question 6: What is your favorite memory with George?

“Favorite memory with George,” he ponders out loud, “I have to think about that one.”

“My absolute favorite by far is probably meeting him for the first time, which was like three weeks ago.”

The memory of their long first hug and the soft hellos that followed is forever engraved into his mind. A dull bite to his finger snaps him back to the colorful filming set.

“Apart from that, I’d say every kind of late-night call with him over the years has been very meaningful to me.”

“Aw, Dream,” a voice mumbles from behind the camera, just barely caught by the mic.

Dream looks to the right of the camera to where George is sitting criss-cross on the floor with a kitten of his own cradled in his arms. It has gray fur matching his hoodie and looks to be sound asleep.

Their eyes meet and the brunet sticks his tongue out, earning a scoff from Dream in return. “Shut up, George.” His tone is practically dripping with affection, but the fans are used to that.

“Oh yeah, George is sitting behind the camera just watching me like an idiot,” he explains to the lens pointed at him just a few feet away. “He just rolled his eyes at me,” Dream commentates. George shakes his head with a not-so-hidden smile, “Oh- and now he’s shaking his head.”

Everyone in the room laughs quietly at their antics, and Hanna says he can go on to the outro now. Dream nods and looks into the camera again.

“Those were the questions. Big thank you to Best Friends Animals Society who have kindly provided us with these absolute angels-” he gestures to the small kittens roaming around him “-for this interview today. They are an amazing animal rescue organization dedicated to finding a home for cats and puppies in need of one, and I urge you all greatly to check them out!”

“Thank you for watching! Byeee,” he smiles and waves goodbye to the camera.

-

“And cut! That’s a wrap everybody,” the director announces. “Great work and thank you for coming, Dream. You can chill here with the kitties however long you want,” she says kindly. “You too, of course, George.”

“Thank you, we’ll only stay for a minute or two.”

She gives a thumbs up and walks out of the studio along with the rest of the team, presumably to look over the footage, leaving Dream and George alone with the cats.

-

He beckons the brunet over to the rose-colored backdrop and watches him scoot over with the gray kitten safely on his arm. “You did amazing,” George says softly once they are sitting close enough for their legs to be pressing against each other.

Dream nudges their feet together, letting out a breath now that the cameras are off and he can finally relax. “You think so? I really liked it.” He leans in closer to pet the gray kitten. “It was probably a good idea to have this as my first interview, ‘cause now I’m not nervous at all for the next ones.”

George leans on his shoulder, watching him handle the little animals around them with care. “You’re a natural, Dream.”

-

read the fic on my ao3 here <3

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound fanart #dream fanart #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #takes place after dream's face reveal:)

[lin-nin]

Headcanons for maybe they cause the reader's death? Like in an accident / generally not on purpose. Maybe they're in the middle of a battle and when they try to strike their opponent, their s/o is shoved in front and is the one that they hit instead? I just want angst :DD. Maybe for Techno, Schlatt, Dream, and Bad? Thanks!

heaOOOH ANON, YOU KNOW ME SO WELL. I LOVE WRITING ANGST ITS CHEFS KISS MWAH. I WILL GLADLY WRITE YOU SOME ANGST LOVIE. THESE ALSO CAME OUT MORE LIKE MINI ONE-SHOTS Warnings: Death, Gore, Coerced Suicide (BadBoyHalo)

Techno accidentally killing his S/O

Techno was always so easily caught up in battle. The way the voices chanted and demanded blood, he was quick to give in in the heat of the moment. Doomsday was no different, truly. Hell, he was eager for doomsday, and you had been too. You wanted to cause the chaos. It was only when you were off of the obsidian grid, moving to take down whoever you could with your axe. You and Techno didn’t always keep an eye on each other in the field. You just checked in on one another after, tending to the other as needed. He mainly checked in on you, as you often suffered the worst injuries in battle. You hadn’t heard his rocket launcher fire, ears full of the ringing and chaos and explosions of battle. No, you didn’t realize it until you had moved towards his target, the firework hitting you square in the back.

Techno swore everything was in slow motion then. The way your body flung into Tommy, slipping onto his sword that he had raised in the process to counter you. It impaled you, and he couldn’t see the look on your face. The voices in his head screamed and he was moving without thought, your name spilling from his lips, barely audible over the roar of battle. Tommy looked stunned, letting himself get shoved away once the older man came over, cradling you. You were covered in blood, seeping through your wound and shirt. He didn’t realize he was crying until you shushed him, reaching up to cradle his face.

“Don’t worry,” you had reassured, wiping at his tears and only managing to smear blood over the fur there. “This isn’t my last life. We have plenty of time together, just wait a few days. I’ll be back.” You would cough, making blood spurt from your lips as it bubbled into your throat. Techno could only helplessly watch as the remnants of you life drained from your eyes. This would put you on your final life.

The rest of doomsday was spent relentlessly slaughtering everyone who even looked at him wrong. He was inconsolable. When he returned to his cabin, and you finally came back- with new scars from both the firework and Tommy’s sword, he quickly deteriorated again. He struggled to voice how he felt- that it was his fault that you had been tossed into the blade and killed. He did, however, become fiercely protective of you. He would constantly give you armor and repair it, making sure you were fed and your weapons were the best. For whenever he would allow you back into battle and chaos.

Schlatt accidentally killing his S/O

Schlatt never had many on his side. You, though? You were always there for him. Originally a body guard he had hired, only to find a best friend and lover in you. A confidante. You may not have approved of each of his decisions, but you still protected him. He wasn’t necessarily a fighter, preferring to play the role of puppet master. You acknowledged that when it came to battle, you were a puppet.

It inevitably had already cost you two of your lives. You had no idea if it was intentional or not.

It was when Pogtopia came to attack that you were worried. Schlatt hadn’t been looking good. He had been drinking so much, seeming distant. Withdrawn. Even though you loved him, you struggled to get through to him. You stood at his side as you watched the chaos, gripping the hilt of your sword. Prepared to deflect at any given moment.

Tommy had found the pair of you first, and you easily preoccupied yourself with countering him. Only to feel yourself get whipped around, Schlatt’s hand familiar on your arm. Just for an arrow to lodge itself into your windpipe. You choked and gasped, feeling the blood invade your throat. Had you been warned, you could have put up your shield. Which had clattered to the ground with your sword. You had expected him to be pulling you from danger. Not putting you into it.

“No, no, no, stop it. Don’t you fucking die on me. Don’t you dare!” His voice rung in your ears. It was denial. So full of denial. As if the arrow in your windpipe had sobered him entirely. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Stop! Fucking stop, you can’t leave. You aren’t allowed!” You gazed up to him with a weak smile, resting one hand on top of his.

“I won’t.... leave without you.... Don’t.... leave me waiting,” Your words were choked, interrupted by bubbling gasps. You would pause to cough up blood, gagging and choking on it with each breath and word. He dropped your body when you stopped breathing, standing up with his jaw set and an ache in his chest he didn’t want to identify. He didn’t keep you waiting, surrendering in the battle before succumbing to his failing health. The afterlife, though cold, was a little warmer and more humorous with him there.

Dream accidentally killing his S/O

Dream loved you with a passion so fierce it felt like the flames from the fire of it would often engulf you. The protection he gave to you, the way he often spoke to you or held you. It wasn’t bad, it was just always much fiercer than you ever anticipated. This translated to everything, too. He fiercely encouraged you to fight with him, but not to the point of getting yourself killed.

You weren’t always too good at following those words.

You had lost your first life fighting against L’Manberg. Not a direct cause from Dream, though. Just carelessness on your behalf. After that, he hovered near you during fights. Making sure you didn’t die. You didn’t mind. It at least showed how much he loved you, right?

Of course, he said all he cared about was the discs. When questioned about you, despite his hesitance, he had insisted you meant nothing to him with the same ferocity as before. It had hurt, cutting deeper than any blade before. You left, with Sapnap and George. You didn’t know where that had left the two of you, but you knew you couldn’t be near him and his delusions.

It’s how you ended up against him on Doomsday, staring him down atop the grid. The wind whipped at you and he pointed his crossbow at you. You didn’t blink, even as it loosed and shot the bolt into your leg. You had lost your balance, tumbling off of the grid with encouragement from the wind. You had narrowly missed the edge of the growing crater, thankful for the protection of your armor.

Only for the explosives raining down to knock the land from beneath you. You were sent tumbling down into the crater, landing on your neck. You had no recollection of it, no understanding of the horror he felt at watching you fall from such a height. He didn’t need to be told it was fatal. He hated himself for it. For what he had caused. Because, despite his words, he did still love you.

It wasn’t until you visited him in the prison, a nervous twitch in your hands as result from the fall, staring him down, it came crashing down on him. He had ruined you. “I wish he killed you. I wish I could kill you.” Your voice was cold, and you raised your hand to demonstrate the constant tremor caused by the neurological damage. You couldn’t kill him if you tried. You could barely hold a sword.

“I would deserve it.”

Bad accidentally killing his S/O

(Warning for suicide coercion)

You absolutely adored Bad. And He, you. That much was obvious. Life with him was fairly good, too. Mostly peaceful, and pleasant. The occasional bits of chaos, but so long as it didn’t directly affect you, you didn’t care. It usually didn’t, and you were content with that. Content to help others and stay neutral as needed. Until the appearance of the egg, of course.

You hated it. It made you uncomfortable, in a way that had your head ringing and chest feeling tight. You would avoid it as much as possible. You only came to dislike it more as it affected Bad. The way he didn’t make himself seem so small anymore, towering to his full height. The way he would kill a person over the egg, if it told him to. It was all so much.

Yet at the end of the day, he always came back to you and seemed almost like your Bad. Almost.

“Cupcake, give it a chance,” Bad had insisted one day, pulling you towards where the egg was. Even if you wanted to fight him on it, you couldn’t. Not physically.

“Bad, I told you. I don’t like it, it makes me feel... wrong.” This hadn’t been the first time the two of you spoke of this. Yet he insisted. The two of you had bickered until he tugged you into the building, unceremoniously pushing you towards the drop. Despite your protests, you fell in. Everything immediately felt wrong as you came close to it, the whispers of it not new. You had heard them before.

Yet it was vile as always, causing you to claw at the room in attempt to leave. Until it was all too much. There was one way out of this that you could see, even if it would cost you dearly. You sought out the vines of the egg, using them to rid yourself of your current life, much to the egg’s encouragement.

When you were free, you were different, the patterning of the vine clearly visible on your neck. You had packed up all of your important things, leaving Bad a note and going as far away from the influence of the egg as possible. Bad was clearly distraught upon finding the note. He looked for you for a long while, but always came back to the egg. At least, if the egg helped him bring peace to the entire place, he could get you back. Right? That was the newest goal. Bring peace and bring you back to him.

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[lvyu]

lucky to have you

. . ♡ ･ﾟdreamwastaken x reader, georgenotfound x reader, wilbur soot x reader

s. everyone has fears and insecurities when it comes to their relationships.

notes: sad comfort filler while i try to finish another project!

[ dreamwastaken ]

as much as i hate to say it because it sounds so... cliche for a content creator, but i do truly think a big fear of dream would be something he’s passionate about (i.e. creating content) causing issues in his relationship.

a common thing that’s said a lot is how limited time would be with him, which i don’t doubt isn’t totally a lie.

i think dream would actually be someone who is good at managing his time between a relationship and his job, as he values his relationship so, so much.

he would beat himself up if you were to leave because of poor time management.

but no one is without fault, and dream is no different.

he understands his lifestyle is considered overwhelming, what with his fast and sudden rise, his large fan base, etc.

hell, he’s constantly overwhelmed, though always rewarded with the happiness of his fans, but he also recognizes that just because he can keep up with it doesn’t mean everyone can.

but even if just a bystander, his significant other who doesn’t even get involved his job, can and will still mostly likely be affected by it, and not always in a positive manner either.

not to mention the constant drama he seems to somehow get into, it’s hard to deal with.

the threat of being doxxed constantly hangs over a person, even if not always acknowledged, but it’s there. the threat of being exposed, of the people he loves getting hurt because of his own mistakes haunts him.

it’s not something he thinks of often– getting doxxed, in fact he rarely thinks of it. and even when it does, it’s even rarer he cares much about it, already knowing this is just how people can be.

but when it does hit him– it hits him hard.

add in the all the stress and anxious feelings to the fire and you get his biggest fear when it comes to a relationship.

that he is the reason for it ending, his job, what he loves, because fuck, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

dream loves, he loves so much.

even to a fan you can see how much he cares for other’s well-being, and if you were someone he was in love with, you would only be that much more important.

[ georgenotfound ]

classic ‘i’m not enough’ insecurity.

and i don’t mean classic in a bad way, it’s not a competition who the biggest fear, just that george falls victim to believing he’s worth less than he really is.

again, similar to dream, these insecurities don’t manifest very often as he’s pretty in control of his confidence and self-esteem.

however every so often he’ll struggle with it.

and it’s not like he doesn’t know that he already has a lot, he’s aware enough to know he’s not unfortunate when it comes to the whole relationship thing.

the problem only arises when he looks at you and he sees everything perfect and imperfect in this world, because to him that’s what you are, a wonderful mix, and that scares him.

he looks at you and thinks you deserve better than him– that he’s lucky that you even considered dating him in the first place.

and it’s upsetting because he first time he says anything even close to his fears (which trust me, he debated for hours on whether to confess to you or not), he says it as an almost joke and it’s heartbreaking to you.

because just about everyone has these insecurities, everyone, but people tend to get so caught up in their own point of views that we fail to see that just because we think they’re amazing doesn’t mean they don’t live with hatred for themselves.

george doesn’t extend to hatred, just mild disgust at how he could be loved by someone like you.

it hurts to know you didn’t realize he’d felt that way sooner.

and you promised him that you only love him, and you love him because of him, no one else.

as it always does with these insecurities, it takes time to build back to that previous confidence, but soon enough, he’s doing okay.

[ wilbur soot ]

he needs time away from people, everyone does now and then.

but sometimes little anxieties build up over time and whispers of how he's asking for too much become more frequent, and suddenly he feels silly and small.

intrusive thoughts are a pain in the ass to say the least, and he wishes they would go away.

it’s normal to want space, he knows that. and it’s normal to want a partner who understands you and has patience, he knows that too, which is what makes the insecurity even worse.

because he knows it’s irrational.

he wouldn’t immediately try to cover it up either, he’s well aware that it’s something that should be discussed, but he does hesitate to bring it up at first.

rather than drifting away because of this like you’d think, he goes in the other direction. by that i mean he gets closer, which doesn’t sound like a bad thing, but it is because you can feel when he’s too tired but still pushing himself.

that’s how i imagine the conversation would be brought up, by you asking if he wanted to go home and just lay down.

he denies your suggestion at first, but later he gives in after he can’t hold out for much longer.

it’s not very long and he falls asleep quickly after, but it’s relieving to have you hold him and hear you say that you understand and you’re not bothered, it’s normal and you’ll love him either way.

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader angst #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfiction #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x y/n #georgenotfound x you #georgenotfound x y/n #georgenotfound fanfiction #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #gnf fanfiction #dreamwastaken x reader angst #georgenotfound x reader angst #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader angst #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n

[lavenderjacobs]

fluff alphabet - karl jacobs

tw; none just pure fluff >.< wc; 2K pronouns; tried my best to make it gender neutral <3

A=Attractive (What do they find most attractive in a partner?) 

Karl just loves looking at your pretty face. He loves the familiar feeling he gets when he looks at you. He loves your nose and how it feels under his fingers. He loves the way your face fits perfectly on his shoulder. He loves cupping your face with his hands and looking into your eyes. It might be really cheesy, but Karl also just adores your smile. This man just melts at the way you’re entire face lights up when you laugh.

B=Best memory (Their favourite memory of you) 

Karl is a simple man lmao. Obviously he loves going out and doing fun things with you. But he would way rather enjoy your company in private. Just the two of you. His favourite memories of being with you probably consist of being cuddled up and completely devoured by blankets while watching a movie. Or you sitting on his lap while he plays Minecraft, struggling to stay awake while he keeps planting little kisses on the top of your head. 

C=Cuddles  (What type of cuddles do they like?) 

OMG KARL IS SUCH A HOE FOR CUDDLES. Whenever you two lay in bed together he just holds you so close to him the entire time. He just loves feeling you so close to him and knowing that you’re safe and happy. He loves being bigger spoon so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours, but he definitely won’t complain about being little spoon either. He loves resting his head on your chest, just listening to your heartbeat as he has his arms wrapped around your waist. 

D=Dirty mind (Do they have a dirty mind?) 

Karl definitely has a dirty mind oops. He is very open about it too. He can be very soft with you but when he’s whore knee he just wants to have his way with you. That can mean planting sloppy kisses on your neck from behind you while your just minding your business in the kitchen, or giving you ‘that’ look when you come out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around your body.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put in the relationship?) 

Karl is on it 24/7 to make sure your happy. He loves planning little dates, even if it’s just a walmart run or a drive around the neighbourhood, he just wants to spend time with you. Whenever you’re going through a tough time he will drop everything to make sure you’re okay. For example he could be streaming, and you would text him saying you’re sad, not knowing he would be streaming, and he’d just end the stream right there to go spoil you with cuddles and loving words.  

F=First date (What was your first date together) 

Your pre-dating relationship was probably either a friends to lovers one, or an enemies to lovers one. Constantly teasing each other but everyone, including your friends, would know what was really going on. You probably got tricked into going on a date with him for the first time, both acting like you hated it but secretly falling harder and harder for each other with every second. 

G=Gentle (How gentle are they with you?) 

This dude literally treats you like he could break you. He hold your hands like they’re little butterflies and plants the softest kisses on your forehead. He’s also super protective and possessive of you. He hates the thought of you going out alone, and whenever you two are at a party or something he’s just constantly holding your hand or having his arm wrapped around you, to show you’re his.

H=Hands (Do they have nice hands?)

To be honest, Karl’s hands are probably one of his best features. He takes such good care of them and loves wearing rings. He also loves wearing black nail polish, and constantly wants you to polish his nails for him. He could easily do it himself but that’s not the point lol

I=Impression (What was their first impression?)

The first time Karl saw you walk into a room he lost his breath for a second no joke. He was just so taken aback by your charming attitude and thought you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. He just immediately walked up to you to ask you for your name. 

J=Jealousy (Do they get jealous often? If so what do they do?)

Karl is such a pouty little jealous boy. He gets really whiney and needy in public when you’re not giving him enough attention. Whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he just gets extra lovey-dovey with you, wanting to make sure everyone knows you’re his. You would know exactly what was going on but just play along with it. One time you joined him on a filming day with the mr beast crew. All the boys would give you lots of attention, making flirty jokes mostly just to mess with Karl. Which worked because oh my god you had never seen him so touchy. You would ask him what was up and he would act like nothing was bothering him. “I’m fine why? Am i not allowed to show affection to my gf/bf/so anymore?” 

K=Kisses (What type of kisses do they like/give?)

Anything that has to do with touching you, Karl is a sucker for. (have I mentioned this man’s love language is 100% physical touch?) He litarally kisses your neck or forehead every 5 seconds, it’s just his way of showing he’s there. He doesn’t shy away from pda either. He won’t hasitate to kiss you passionately in front of a crowd of people. He doesn’t care who’s watching, all he cares about is you. 

L=Love  (Do they show their love?) 

As I said, this dude’s love language is definitely physical touch. After that probably comes quality time. He will get super pouty if the two of you haven’t gotten to properly spend time with each other for a while. For example, whenever you’re on your laptop working on something for school or work he will get super whiney, constantly begging for you to get off your laptop and come cuddle with him. He’s less good at expressing his love through words of affection. Obviously, this man tells you he loves you all of the time, but he gets scared about having deep conversations about your relationship, he’s just scared he’ll say something stupid and mess it all up.

M=Memory: (Their favourite memory in general?)

His favourite memory in general 100% has something to do with you. If he had to pick one, it would probably be that one time he introduced you to all his friends from the SMP. He’d be on a videocall on discord with Dream, George, Sapnap, Alex, Tommy, and Wilbur. They had been begging to meet you since forever, but he always said no, because he was scared they’d say something to embarrass him. But after some persuasion of you, he finally gave in. “HOLY FUCK I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REAL THATS SO POGGERSS!” Alex yelled when you joined the call and sat next to Karl. You burst out laughing. You all just played Minecraft and messed around with each other for that night. All of Karl’s friends really liked you, and Karl himself couldn’t be prouder. 

N=Nickname  (What nicknames do they call you?)  

He has practically replaced your real name with “Baby” at this point. He loves calling you baby or babe in front of other people to show that you’re his. But when it’s just the two of you he would definitely be the type of guy to call you something really cheesy like sweetheart or darling. You love it tho :)

O=Over  (What happened the one time you ‘broke up’?)

The only thing you and Karl would ever fight about would be whenever your schedules would clash and you would spend less time together because of work/school. A lack of communication and both being exhausted lead to a huge fight once. Ending with you both thinking it just wasn’t gonna work out like this. You had slept in a nearby hotel for a night or two, basically crying yourself to sleep every night, because Karl wasn’t laying next to you. After a few days of both being miserable you realized that the two of you are meant for each other. You showed up to your house again, and almost tackled Karl with how fast you ran into his arms. “I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered in your ear. 

P=Parents (What would they be like as a parent?)

You and Karl both think it’s too early to have children, but you love just having endless conversations about how amazing it would be to have a little baby of your own. Just fantasizing about showing the little thing off to all of your friends, thinking of ridiculous baby-names together. Everytime you have these types of conversations you just melt at the thought of Karl actually being a dad one day. He’d be perfect for it. 

Q=Quirk (Something special about them)

I’m not saying homeboy has abandonment issues but....whenever you get up in the middle of the night to go get some water or something, he either gets very twitchy in his sleep, or wakes up right away and asks you where you’re going. “Y/N?” He says with a sleepy voice. You reach out for his face in the dark and gently ruffle your fingers through his hair. “Only getting some water baby, I’ll be right back.” You reassure him. 

R=Romantic (How romantic are they?)

Karl doesn’t want things to feel forced. He just wants things to be effortless. Big romantic gestures and fancy restaurants scare him. He has a very specific way of showing his affection to you and you know this, so you don’t expect him to wake you up with breakfast in bed or anything. Making it even more special whenever he does pull something like that. 

S=Sad (What are they like when they’re sad?)

Karl didn’t really like showing any emotion to you whenever he would be sad, he felt like he’d be bothering you with his problems. But after you explained to him that you just want to be there for him whenever he’s feeling down, he started warming up to you. Sometimes he would just crawl in bed with you hiding his face in your shoulder. You would play with his hair while he talked to you about what bothered him. He always feels so comforted and safe with you.

T=Together (What are they like when you’re together?)

Karl can be super hyper. Constantly wanting to do stuff like bake cookies or play minecraft with you. You’d obviously always be down to do these types of things with him. But he could also really find the joy in simple things like just watching a movie or getting his nails painted by you. Whenever you would have these types of moments, Karl just keeps cracking little jokes to make you laugh. He also would be telling you how much he loved you every 5 seconds. Just so you know.

U=Understanding (How understanding and empathetic are they?)

Sometimes Karl can have a little trouble trying to get into your mindset. But he does think it’s super important to know what you’re going through and do his best to help you. Whenever you’re dealing with anxiety or depression, he makes sure to ask you what he can do to help you and be there for you. He tries to do as much research as possible, trying to find the best way to help you.

V=Value (What do they value most about the relationship?)

Karl cherishes the relationship you have for so many reasons. One of the most important ones being that he can have fun with you. Both understanding each other’s type of humour, finding joy in the same types of things. He just loves that you know and understand exactly how his brain works, because it’s very similar to yours. 

W=Wedding (Would they want marriage? If so what would they like?)

Karl literally proposed to you 2 months into dating. He knows you’re the one. It’s very clear to him. But after discussing it you both decided that having a wedding would be way too stressful right now. It’s definitely not that you wouldn’t marry him, obviously you would, but you both know that breaking up just isn’t an option, so why go through all that trouble, just to get it on paper? You both agreed on this, but after all Karl just wants to see that ring on your finger, just so he knows you’re his forever.

X=X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Earlier in your relationship, Karl would often have trouble reading you, he would be very hyper and touchy with you, and would just be completely oblivious to the fact that you where sad or tired or something. But as he got to know you better, he learned exactly how to tell when you’d be sad. He knew to get you some food, put on a tv show and play with your hair, without you having to tell him you weren’t feeling like going out or doing something extravagant.

Y=Yuck (What they would never want in a partner)

Karl would hate to be in a relationship with someone who isn’t in it for the same reason as he is. He doesn’t like to ‘date around’. He want’s someone who was a very similar vision of their future, so that’s why he’s so lucky he found you. The most reoccurring arguments you two have are about not agreeing on your future. He finds it very hard to compromise and doesn’t just ‘agree to disagree’. 

Zzz (How do they sleep around you?)

Karl just has to touch you in some way when he’s sleeping. Having his arms wrapped around you, having his legs intertwined with yours, resting his face in the crook between your head and shoulders, you name it. He also loves to hold hands whenever you two are sleeping. As i said, this man gets very icky about you leaving him when he’s sleeping. So, he just wants to know you’re there. All of the time.

#karl jacobs #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs headcanons #fluff alphabet #karl jacobs fluff #karl jacobs x reader #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader #catb0ykarl writes

[ayamturd]

enough│dream team

summary: y/n is overwhelmed and hits a breaking point. luckily, her boys are always there for her.

warnings: angst to fluff, light cursing

pairing: real-life platonic!dream team

a/n: was trying to write comfort drabble but got carried away, oops— pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (1.4k) - m.list

Falling face-first onto the safe haven of your couch, you felt as if you could cry from exhaustion. 

Today was long, longer than usual. From pulling an all nighter to barely finish the analysis essay you put off to the very last minute, struggling to understand the notes in most (if not all) of your online classes, to the torturous hours at work dealing with difficult coworkers and harsh customers, to say you were emotionally, physically, and mentally drained was an understatement. 

Despite the numerous assignments you knew were waiting to be completed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The stress of simply worrying about them was already enough to drown your thoughts as you smothered your face into the pillow cushions. Before the raging thoughts could continue to ring though, the discord notification quietly broke the empty space, the phone being previously thrown somewhere on the floor. 

The bright screen blinded you as you brought the phone towards your face and answered the call with blurred eyes. “Hello?”

“Aye, nice to know you’re not dead!” What?

“Sap, what the hell do you want?” The lack of sleep was present in your quip tone. You probably would have apologized upon realizing if you could think straight. 

“Geeez, no need to get all upset. Was just wondering if you were still planning on joining the stream.” 

“Stream? What stream?” As if answering your own question, you pulled the phone away to check the date and sat up in slight panic. Fuck. “Shit! I didn’t realize that was today, I thought it was still Thursday!” 

Sapnap laughed, but it didn’t help calm your nerves at all. “Honestly, you’re fine. We were just wondering what happened since you weren’t answering any of our messages.” You scrolled through the boys’ messages from the past hour asking where you were. 

“Ahh, but still, I’m so sorry. I just got home but let me set up and I’ll be there in the next five minutes or so.” 

“You sure? It’s fine if you don’t wanna, s’just a chill stream while we speed run and shit.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I promised and haven’t hung out with you guys in a while anyway.” Rising slowly from the couch, you stretched with a groan and headed to your bedroom to quickly change into something comfortable. 

“Alright, nice. I’ll tell the guys, see you then.” You hummed a bye and closed your phone. Slipping out of your dirty uniform and putting on something loose, you collapsed into your office chair and turned on your monitors. You weren’t in the greatest mood if you were being honest with yourself, but you would feel bad if you fell through with plans and didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You tried to force down any negative thoughts before entering the call.

“—eorge! What?!” Clay’s signature yell practically made your ears bleed when adjusting the headphones on your head. You were quick to turn down the volume. 

“What are you idiots up to now?” you asked, letting the boys know of your presence.

“Y/n! glad you finally decided to join us!” George remarked. You could hear the stupid grin on his face while loading up the game, and scowled at your screen as if he could see it. “Shut it, Gogy. I was busy and it slipped my mind.”

“Mhmmm, suuure. You totally weren’t ignoring us for the past hour or so.” The cheeky little bitch.

“Hey, just cause the girls you hit up don’t respond doesn’t mean every girl in the world is ignoring you!” 

You could hear Clay wheeze as George and you began your usual bickering. Wanting to entertain their streams, you tried to interact and talk with each of the boys as much as possible, but you felt the high of speaking with friends significantly drop as the night continued on. 

The events of the day and the sensitive thought of meeting expectations and your inability to do so were starting to creep onto you. Even your game play was off as you died the fifth time in a row within the first 3 minutes again; the growing frustration made you tear up and get more angry at yourself. Who sucks at a block game and starts crying about it?

You didn’t realize you had gone silent until Clay called your name. “Yeah, Dream?”

“I ended the stream a few minutes after George and Sap, no need.” Oh. You must’ve spaced out and not noticed. When did George and Sapnap end stream? 

Letting out a sigh, you responded, “my bad Clay, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

George began speaking. “You okay tonight, y/n? It’s been awhile since we last actually talked and you got pretty quiet at the end there. I thought you were afk at first but could hear your keyboard.”

“I’m good, just tired.” You struggled to make a smile, barely convincing yourself as is.

“I don’t know, even when you’re tired, you’re not dead silent and completely zone out.”

“Yeah, what’s up with you today? I know you said you were at work but it’s not like you to forget things completely.”

“Plus you weren’t really fighting back that last argument. I know I’m amazing at Minecraft but I didn’t expect you to—“ You let out a stuttered breath and choked back a sob at their words, the heavy weight of the day finally crashing on you. 

You could hear George try to apologize for something he could have done to upset you and swallowed your silent hiccups to respond. “Don’t, George. Please. Trust me when I say you didn’t do anything wrong.”

The call went silent before Clay spoke up. “Then what is wrong, y/n? You can’t tell us something isn’t bothering you, we just want to help.” Now that opened the floodgates. Your breathing became irregular as more tears came into view. If the boys were talking, you couldn’t hear anything they were saying. You felt awful for forcing them to listen to you cry your emotions out, but Sapnap was quick to softly console you when you pathetically began to repeat broken sorry’s.

Eventually your sobs became sniffs as you calmed yourself while listening to George tell you to breathe in and out. The call became relatively silent once more.

“I’m so sorr—”

“Y/n,” Clay firmly stated, “never say sorry for something that isn’t your fault. You’re okay, okay?” You sniffed and nodded to his words, replying with a soft okay.  

“What’s wrong, y/n?” George was more gentle then before, him trying his best to comfort you in comparison to his joking manner. 

“I— I’m just so tired. Tired of school, t—tired of work, tired of trying to keep up with everything. I feel like I can’t breathe and it hurts. A—and I can’t help but hate myself for not being able to keep up with my own responsibilities and shit. I just, why am I not good enough?” The pause of silence was deafening and you looked desperately at the boys’ icons for an answer before screwing your eyes shut. 

Clay was first to respond. “Y/n, I know that right now everything feels hard and stacked up against you, but please trust me when I say it gets better. I know you said it’s been hard to breathe but you have to let yourself. You shouldn’t hate yourself for not being able to keep up, it’s just a sign you need to step away and give yourself a break. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here, George is here, S—“

“I’m here,” Sapnap interrupted. Clay let out a murmured groan while George scolded him for talking. “Oh, uh, sorry…” You giggled slightly.

“What I’m sure Clay was trying to say before is, you have us to back you up, alright? Struggling to take on your own responsibilities isn’t something to feel alone in, everyone needs support and we’ll always be yours. You are good enough. You’re too good for your own good that you won’t let yourself see it.” They collectively chuckled at George’s words. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You slowly nodded while still grasping everything they said, a warmth replacing the shuddered breaths as you exhaled. “I do, yeah.” You couldn’t help but feel touched by their attentiveness and genuinely smiled. “Thank you guys, for listening and calming me down. It means a lot.”

“Course, y/n.” Sapnap reassured. “We love you and all that shit.”

“I love you guys and all that shit too.”

#dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dream team x reader #dteam x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream team x f!reader #dteam x f!reader

[dr3amofagame]

haha your snippit abt the dispenser got me thinking.

Dream gets let out of prison and he talks constantly, whatever is on his mind. And he's positive all the time. To a fault where people walk over him. And it doesn't make sense because he was tortured right???? But after an incident they find out it's because he hates the sound of silence and needs constant reminders that other people are there. Also he was punished for any negative emotions in the prison so his default is happy now,,,

hi anon !! this concept makes me SO goddamn sad ,, the idea that he Has to be happy bc anything else would mean punishment im so *punches the walls*

this ,, ficlet is honestly. pretty ooc, not really related to the ask at all, and mostly an excuse for me to cry abt c!dream and c!punz for an excessive amount of time (technically the vote on twitter was supposed to have this as c!sapnap pov, but i just wrote one for him so i went for c!punz instead. mostly bc i wanted to write him LMAO). hopefully someone enjoys it despite *gestures vaguely* all of that mess

tw: trauma, disordered eating, implied torture/abuse, blood, injuries, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, thoughts of murder/mercy killing, mentioned animal death, dark content

In the end, it’s all rather anticlimactic, the complete opposite of Dream’s vault and the whole fiasco of adrenaline and theatrics that had made up that day. Quackity ended up having one too many drinks, bragged about the wrong thing to the wrong person - Punz doesn’t know the specifics, only knows that one thing has led to another and suddenly Sapnap was screaming at his ex-fiancé, sword pointed at his chest and tears streaming down his eyes in the middle of the Community House floor, everyone else stood around and watching. A look into Quackity’s office said everything he didn’t - the chests and chests of used and new tools, shiny and sharpened and completely rusted over with blood and everything in between. There’s been a balled up shirt in the wastebasket, completely unsalvageable from how saturated it was with blood, more red than white, and perhaps most chilling of all the calendar, marked with X after X in red pen, going back months and speaking to their utter failure to see what had been happening all but right in front of them.

With Quackity down, Sam caved not too long after, and with his input getting into the prison was no challenge at all. The only thing holding them back were bad memories and the tense, worried edge to Sam’s jaw as he led the small group of them - himself and Sapnap, actually entering the facility, Bad and Puffy waiting outside - carrying them through winding corridor after winding corridor and lava pit after lava pit, until they’d come to stand before a chasm filled with flowing lava, slowly draining before the main cell.

“I- I have to warn you,” Sam had muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant, “it looks…pretty bad,” and Punz would’ve questioned him further, but the lava had fallen far enough to reveal the topmost edge of the cell, so they let Sapnap hound the Warden for information as they directed their full attention on the cell itself and holy shit.

Nothing Sam said could’ve possibly have prepared them for the sight - it was a complete fucking bloodbath, crimson painting the walls and smeared over the floor and splattered over every visible surface like some abstract art experiment gone wrong. The stench of iron and burning flesh and viscera was awful, even over the gap marked by the still-draining lava. Punz strained his eyes; at the very back of the cell, huddled, unmoving, was a similarly bloodstained shape that must’ve been Dream. They remember the crack of Sapnap’s knuckles meeting Sam’s face and breaking his nose, remember themselves chucking a pearl and feeling along Dream’s neck desperately for a pulse - everything beyond that became a swirl of voices and panic and crying that makes their head hurt to think about, so they don’t.

Recovery is…messy. The physical side had been bad enough - pulling Dream out of the cell, barely breathing, limp in his arms and far too light, all Punz could think about was a sheep he’d found a year ago, frail and struggling to breathe, one he’d ended up killing - quick and painless - with a sword through the skull because it seemed kinder than letting it suffer. Watching Dream struggle on the bed, laid up in Bad’s mansion because none of them knew if he’d survive going any further, body resisting the potions they’d slowly forced down his throat after being so over-saturated on them, temperature spiking and heat baking into his skin like the lava from the prison had been imprinted onto his body, Punz feels the same strange mixture of pity and unease, wonders if it’d be a hell of a lot kinder if they just put him out of his fucking misery.

Still, because Dream is a stubborn bastard, against all odds, he ends up surviving - his fever breaks, the potions begin taking effect, and a few tireless, aching days later his eyes flutter open, lucid for the first time in a week. Punz isn’t even in the room when he wakes, only knows that it happens because the too-quiet room suddenly erupts in noise and activity, muffled thumps and sounds of a struggle undercutting Bad’s frantic calls for someone to help, anyone, and they run into the room to find Dream thrashing on the bed, wounds reopened and blood dripping onto the sheets, eyes wild and wide as his head whips from side to side so hard Punz is half-afraid that he’ll straight up break his neck. Somehow, worst of all, not a single scream falls from his lips, nothing but muffled whines squeezing past his mouth, clenched shut, and for a singular, awful second they wonder how long it took before he realized that screaming was useless.

Fortunately enough for them, or unfortunately, it’s not like he can tell the fucking difference anymore, the panic and strain end up with Dream passing out altogether, and they trade uneasy glances with Bad before going to clean off the worst of his wounds. If everything they’re doing feels hopeless, dressing up wounds that’ll be torn open hours later when Dream is awake enough to feel fear but not much else because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be afraid - well, that’s for them to think and everyone else to pretend not to agree with.

Weeks pass along the same vein - Dream wakes up, panics; they try to calm him down, fails; he falls back into unconsciousness, and they move on and pretend that they’re cleaning up wounds from battle and not from someone that’s literally been tortured for months on end. People stop by, occasionally; Puffy spends more time than not inside the mansion, but hardly ever enters the door into Dream’s room, Sapnap and George drop by occasionally with potion brewing supplies that the rest of them can’t go out to get; once, he’d gone out to the front door to find a chest with an enchanted golden apple, sender nowhere in sight. He knows that the server is busy; Quackity’s admission had brought more than a few secrets to light, and from what they understand, the political fallout has been pretty damn messy. Still, he stays in the mansion, and watches.

He doesn’t exactly know why he stays. They’re not a stellar healer, not beyond what they know to dress their own wounds, and spend most of their time doing odd-and-ends tasks for Bad, who looks more tired than ever. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Dream at his worst more than the rest of them, had been there through his entire fall from grace, watched as his eyes became clouded with anger and madness and a single, desperate hope that he’d chased at the cost of his world and himself. Maybe it’s because they have no ties to the rest of the server - not to Las Nevadas, falling apart under the scrutiny of the eyes that now fall upon it, not Snowchester, caught up in the chaos, not the Badlands, half-dissolved after the fiasco of the Egg and with Sam’s actions having just come to light. Maybe it’s because above everything else, he feels guilty.

They’d thought the prison was the answer. It’d seemed too simple, back in that Vault - a perfect answer, because everyone else was perfectly happy to watch Dream die another time and some part of them had clenched painfully at the thought even thought they knew it was for the best. The prison meant that he’d be alive, if angry, and at some point when he had the time or the nerve or the guts he could go and visit, and they would talk, and Dream would be angry but with time maybe he could even understand.

They hadn’t wanted this. He can’t imagine anyone wanting this.

“Punz?” They don’t jump at the voice at their back, they don’t, but Bad still has a tiny, tight-lipped smile when they turn around anyway, eyes creased in the corners and still not as bright as they’d been before the Egg. Bad looks at him knowingly, setting a bowl of soup into his hands. “For Dream, if you can get him to eat.” He shifts a pointed gaze towards the door. “Maybe you two could talk.”

“About what?” The words come out harsher than they intend, and they take a moment to bite back the mostly self-directed anger that Bad doesn’t deserve to receive the brunt of. “I just-” he waves his hand in the air, trying to articulate the mess that is his relationship with Dream without the words to explain it. “I don’t know, man.”

“You don’t have to talk about everything,” Bad says, calm as always, eyes flicking down to the bowl of soup in his hands. “Just start with the soup.”

Punz sighs. “I’ll try.”

He enters the room in a single, fluid motion, mostly because he knows that if he were to stop at the door then he’d never actually make his way in. Dream flinches back when they enter, eyes going wide and stance going rigid, and the familiarity doesn’t make the sight any easier to bear as they wait, as always, for Dream’s eyes to clear enough for him to realize he’s in the mansion and not stuck in that same obsidian hellhole.

“I brought soup,” they say, finally, when Dream looks up. Dream’s lips twitch up in what he probably means as a smile; between the still-healing gashes on his face and the fear that flashes over his expression, still, it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Thanks.” Dream looks away. “I’ll eat it later.”

Liar, Punz thinks tiredly, moving closer to set the bowl down on the nightstand by the bed. They frown as Dream’s expression goes slack and distanced, again, eyes fixed to stare blankly at the wall once again.

“You should have some now,” he tries, careful to keep his words even. “You need the calories.”

“I’m good,” Dream says, automatic, just shy of sincere. “Thank you.”

“Dream,” they don’t quite succeed at keeping a displeased sigh from falling from their lungs, and bite back a curse at themselves when Dream pulls back with a silent flinch. It’s so goddamn hard, to talk to this version of Dream, both of them feeling around the edges of their relationship like walking on goddamn eggshells. A few months ago, he would’ve straight up called Dream out on his bullshit, get it through his thick skull that the whole ‘I’m fine and don’t need anyone’ act was stupid and completely failing to convince him. Here, they bite back another sigh, look forlornly at the bowl of the soup on the nightstand, sure to go uneaten once again, and force themselves to sound completely neutral when they speak again. “Alright. You’ll have to eat at some point, though.”

“Mmhm,” Dream hums noncommittally, once again staring at the wall. Punz stares at his hands. This is so fucking pointless.

“So,” they say after a few seconds, Bad’s words echoing in their head - they can try to make an effort to talk, sure. It’s just that Dream’s not going to cooperate. “How are you, man?”

The words come out stilted, awkward. He looks up to watch Dream’s expression, as the other man begins to gnaw on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m good,” he says, words deliberately light. “You?”

“Dream…”

“I’m fine.” Dream’s voice sharpens suddenly, breath hitching, before he shakes his head and turns his head away. “I’m fine.”

Punz looks at him incredulously. “Are you serious? Do we need to get into exactly how not-fine you are?” They wave a hand in his direction, jaw clenching when he rears back. “Do ‘fine’ people lose their minds from someone waving at them, now?”

“I-” For a second, Dream glares at him, eyes burning with a familiar, irritated fire that Punz knows all-too-well from having it directed at him a few too many times, before it suddenly dies and Dream is swinging his head back to the bedsheets, hands tightening on the cloth as he stammers. “I- What do you want?”

Punz breathes a soft sigh, regret blooming in the center of their chest. “Sorry,” he mumbles, careful to keep their gestures overly-telegraphed and away from the other man’s face. “I’m just- you’re not okay, man. No one’s expecting you to be okay after...all of that.”

“But why?”

Dream’s voice is small, nearly a sob, and Punz directs wide, alarmed eyes to where he’s hunched in over himself, knees pulled to his chest, hands staring at the sheets pulled over them. “Why?” he says, again, quieter, lip trembling slightly.

“Because you were tortured,” Punz begins, words slow as they watch Dream’s expression, trying to pull out the thoughts behind his averted eyes, “Because the cell was inhumane, and nobody deserves to be treated like that. Because you were hurt very, very badly because of what we did, and none of us are expecting you to be fine right after going through months of trauma.” He pauses. “You know that, right?”

“But I’m out,” Dream says, quiet, disbelieving, instead of answering their question. “I’m out of there. It’s over. It’s- everything’s good,” he whispers, more to himself than to them, hands curling into fists and then uncurling. “I’m- they said I would never get out. And I’m outside, and it’s not- not the cell, and I get real food, and Quackity doesn’t visit anymore,” he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as his breath catches in his throat. “I’m happy- I should be happy. Right?”

“Oh Dream,” the other man flinches back, breath quickening, and Punz’s hand stops short from where he’d almost let it fall onto the other’s shoulder. “You don’t have to be happy, man. Not- not after all of that. Not if you’re not ready yet.” Dream’s eyes, wide and wet, rise to look at their own, and they feel more than hear the soft, wounded noise that leaves their lips. “It’s ok to be hurt. It’s ok to be scared. No one’s blaming you, alright? No one’s gonna hurt you anymore.”

This, more than anything, seems to be the breaking point, because Dream collapses forward, hands flying up to pull at his tangled hair before Punz manages to ease them away and into his own hands, watching as he grips onto them until his knuckles go white. His breathing shudders, quiet, even his sobs muffled as to make as little noise as possible, and they murmur meaningless croons and hums as he cries into their chest.

“I wanna- I wanna be okay,” he hiccups, and Punz smooths his hair back behind their hand.

“I know,” he swallows around the lump that has risen in his own throat. “I’m sorry.”

#tw trauma #tw disordered eating #tw torture #tw abuse #tw blood #tw injuries #tw unhealthy coping mechanism #tw emotional distress #tw murder #tw animal death #tw dark content #tw unhealthy eating habits #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !! #-> my asks

[marcnutz]

I know you said you would make a 2nd part to the blob fic but could you do something about dream and George meeting for the first time and they finally get together with some smut? -love your writing btw!

thank you so much!

18+, MINORS DNI

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Tags: Dream x George, ~730 words, mutual masturbation, soft sex

The drive home from the airport was... tense... to say the least. Filled with passing glances and the brushing of fingers. Flushed faces meeting heavy-lidded eyes. It was hard for the couple to ignore the need they felt seeing their boyfriend in person for the first time after dating for so many months.

George stepped into the threshold of Dream's house, seeing Patches' dash into the other room at the sight of a new face. He let out a small chuckle at the finicky cat.

Dream tugged on George's hand as he leads him to his, their, bedroom. Dream insisted he carry all of George's things inside the house, he was just trying to be a gentleman. But he seemed to be struggling to get everything up the stairs as he insisted to keep his fingers laced with George's.

They did make it up eventually. Dream threw George's bag on the ground next to the door before turning to shove it closed, now facing George.

He didn't want to kiss at the airport. They almost did, but the nerves of all the people at the Orlando airport made them nervous, and the yelling over the intercoms sort of ruined the moment.

All of the waiting burst out of George at once. The months of flirting, the confessing of feelings, and the months of whispered "I love you"'s over the phone filled him up until this moment when it all boiled over.

George flung his arms around Dream's shoulders, bringing his face down into their first kiss. It was chaste, but hard and long, with something else brewing underneath.

When the two pulled away, Dream felt George's hands on his chest, pushing him towards the bed. He sat, staring dazed into George's eyes.

George laughed at his boyfriend's shocked expression and sat down on his lap. He kissed the blind once more before pulling away.

He leaned into his ear, "I love you," he said, before kissing Dream's neck.

Dream lost it. He reached out and brought George's shirt off before pulling off his own. He grabbed George's face in his hands, smashing their lips together.

This kiss was the opposite of chaste. All George could do was moan at the feeling of Dream forcing his tongue into his mouth, exploring every part of him.

It wasn't long before the rest of their clothes had come off and were thrown to some corner of the room, and at some part, Dream managed to push George onto his back.

"I love you, George." Dream whispered between kisses, and George would say the same every time. Dream reached down to softly stroke George's cock, which he hadn't even realized had been exposed.

The moan George let out could only be described as pornographic, eyes rolling into the back of his head and back arching off the bed.

"D-Dream... Wait, let me touch you. I want you to feel good too." Geroge stammered out after letting Dream have his way with him for a moment. Dream only nodded, sitting back onto his knees.

George sat up and reached a hand out slowly to his boyfriend's dick. Dream moaned at the feeling, hand pausing for a moment. They sat there for a moment, George stroking Dream's cock, and Dream sitting there.

"Dream. Come on. Don't make me do all the work," George said sarcastically with a smile.

Dream blushed sheepishly, "Heh, sorry..." He began to move his hand up and down George's cock once more. He reached his other hand up George's pale, slender frame before ghosting his thumb over his nipple. George arched his back into the touch, mouth falling open as he stared into Dream's eyes.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, just feeling each other's bodies and exploring each other's mouths. However, their bodies soon caught up to the overwhelming pleasure in their heads as their orgasms quickly approached.

"D-Dream, I'm so close," George whispered out.

"Me too..."

"Together?" George asked as he reached a hand up to cup Dream's face, who leaned into the touch and nodded.

It wasn't long after that until they both reached their peak of physical pleasure, white painting both their hands and chests.

Dream fell forward onto George's chest, nuzzling his face into his neck.

George reached a hand up to rub Dream's back. "I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you more."

#george smut #dream smut #dreamnotfound smut #dream x george smut #george x dream smut #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #dream smp smut #i had fun with this one it was sweet #less dialouge and slightly more poetic ig #also the orlando airport is cool they have a nasa store and a rly good hot dog stand #and a train #ty for reading! #d thoughts #g thoughts #h knee #my writing

[sweetberrysmooch]

HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol 

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt. 

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again. 

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep. 

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours. 

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again. 

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even. 

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer. 

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

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Insomniacs In Love

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Description: Wrote this ficlet for @wand3ringr0s3 's writing challenge. Congrats on your milestone, Haley!! I'm so proud of ya and ily so much girl💕💕

Warnings: Brief descriptions of war

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The white ceiling was staring right back at you.

Your tired eyes had no strength to fight back the hot trail of bitter tears rolling down your cheeks and falling on your pillow. The heavy, cold sheets, tangled between your legs, shrivelled even more under you as you struggled to ease your anxious mind into sleep, but every blink would bring images of explosions and unmoving bodies. The intrusive smell of blood and rotting flesh had been ingrained into your brain for years; the earsplitting, violent screams of terror had become nothing more than a background noise.

Adults and children were fighting side by side, desperately holding onto whatever hope for a future they might have had. The fresh summer soil was soaked in blood, old and young; with a burning passion, you prayed to whoever could hear you, that you wouldn't spot the faces of your loved ones in the sea of corpses that stretched out far into the distance.

There was chaos, and in between - grim visions of morning light.

You couldn't fall asleep, not when you could still vividly picture that night as though it had just been yesterday. Years later, the memory didn't fail to turn you into its slave every time you'd close your eyes.

The moon was wide awake. The air seemed to not be enough for you and the buzzing silence had nearly driven you to the point of insanity when you finally jumped out of your bed. The sharp moonlight caused your silhouette to dance as you walked barefoot out of your bedroom.

It was eerily unsettling to be strolling down the hallway of Fred and George's apartment without being bombarded by cheerful laughter and occasional explosions - there was only creaking of wooden stairs as you walked down to the kitchen. You poured yourself a full glass of cold water and immediately downed it entirely, hoping it would shake off the anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

You took a refill for just in case and sat beside the small kitchen table. You let out a deep breath and rested your head in your palms, shoulders heavy as if the carried the world.

A gentle voice nearly caused you to knock over the glass.

"Trouble sleeping?"

You looked up from your lap to see George standing by the doorway, hands in the pockets of his pajamas. His spiky hair and sleepy gaze let you know he had just woken up, but his expression immediately softened when he noticed your tearful eyes.

You smiled as best as you could, "You have no idea."

George approached you and sat beside you. He moved closer to try to take a better look at your distressed face; he didn't miss the stiffness of your body and the puffiness of your bloodshot eyes. The sight sent an electric shock through him and his heart began to ache.

"You're pretty shaken up, darling. What's wrong?" He asked just above a whisper, as though he was afraid he'd scare you away. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and you leaned into his touch, seeking some kind of warmth.

How could you explain to him you were still being haunted by the past? It had been years, why were you still chained by sorrow? You hated yourself for letting it settle in your bones, for not being able to return to the person you once used to be.

George was unharmed and so was his family. You were too. There was no logical reason for you to be thinking about it. Nevertheless, your nightmares were the reason you'd wake up every night in cold sweat, limbs of lead. Yet George didn't know a thing.

"It's nothing to worry about," you assured him despite your stomach twisting at the lie you had just spat out. "Just bad dreams."

"You seem to get a lot of those lately," George stated sympathetically; he could always read you so effortlessly. The sudden vulnerability caused you to shrink further into your chair, a fresh tear rolling down your cheek.

Your friend wiped it away with the pad of his thumb and hummed.

"That's alright. So do I."

"How do you know this about me?" you questioned, more confused rather than embarrassed.

His lips curled up in a tiny, sad smile, "You're not the only one wandering the house at night, sweetheart."

"I didn't know you still dream of… of it," you let out in a moment of realization. You didn't have to say what exactly you were referring to - you shared the same tragic memory.

"Yes, I do," he murmured. "Every night."

Your eyes met his dark brown ones and your heart sank; they were just as tortured as yours, and lacked the spark they once possessed. Never had you believed George would have to feign joy in his lifetime, he was the source of joy to everyone around him. But how could you expect flowers to bloom in a garden that's been burned to the ground?

Silence fell over you. Your eyes burned again.

"You should try to get some sleep," George advised, attempting to mask his hoarse voice, shaking ever so slightly. Your face fell. "I know it might be hard, but you can't risk getting a headache in the morning, you know."

The moon was still shining brightly through the window, illuminating his concerned face and the tears that had already formed in his eyes.

You swallowed hard.

"You're right. But I don't really want to go. It's just…" you sighed. Your hands were trembling. "It feels kinda lonely up there."

George nodded in understanding; there was no judgement in the way he observed you. He himself had spent way too many cold, sleepless nights. Fighting the same demons as you. 

It hurt him beyond measure to know you too were being held hostage by the weight of the past; the past which was robbing you both of your future. But what hurt him more was his inability to help you. He desperately yearned to heal you of your misery and hear your laughter, the laughter that had made him fall for you long before he even knew what love was.

The redhead was suddenly struck by an idea and his shoulders relaxed, a small smile causing his dimple to appear.

"I can go to bed with you, if that's okay with you, of course. Only until you fall asleep, that is. Then I'll go back to my room."

Your instinctive reaction was to refuse, but you stopped yourself before you could respond. Surely it wouldn't be so bad to have company, would it? It didn't seem like George was only doing it out of pity either; he genuinely cared about you and had your best interest in mind.

"You can say no, it's fine," said George when he didn't receive a reply. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's okay with me, I promise," you mirrored his smile. "Shall we go?"

You rose to your feet and headed towards your bedroom upstairs, George following closely behind. He couldn't recall a previous time when he had been in there, and he was pleasantly surprised to see how you had changed the design to your liking after you had moved in to live with the twins. The room looked cozy and truly felt like... you.

You were the first to climb into the bed and scooted over to make room for George's long legs. The mattress sank under his weight and he pulled the covers over the two of you, making sure he didn't take too much of them. George then rolled over to the opposite side, not wishing to invade your personal space.

Despite being taken aback by his action, you did the same - if that was the closest you'd get to being together with him, so be it.

You pulled the blanket over your shoulder and closed your eyes, but alas, your lungs constricted with anxiety. The intrusive silence let your mind wander back to memories you had been trying so hard to push away. The empty space behind your back was cold.

Less than an hour later, you were still as awake as you could be. Your friend was a quiet sleeper and thus you had no idea if he was asleep yet or if he was about to drift off. Nevertheless, you still felt guilty for whispering.

"Georgie?"

Rustling in the bedsheets.

"Hm?"

You wettened your lips and timidly asked, "Can I hold your hand?... For just a bit?"

George turned around and you expected to see him scowl for being woken up like that, especially for a thing as silly as your request. But you were met with such a fond expression, immense care swimming in his eyes.

Any sleepiness was nonexistent on his features; he couldn't fall asleep either.

"Of course," he smiled and lifted your hand to press a tender kiss to your wrist. His soft lips stayed there, pulse racing madly underneath, and the warmth lingered on the skin long after George pulled away and placed your hand on his chest. You let out a quiet gasp when you felt his own heart hammering against his ribs.

His other hand slid down to your waist and pulled you closer. You buried your face in his neck.

You could finally breathe.

He began tracing lazy patterns on your lower back. "Better?"

"Better."

George's fingers lightly grazed your skin, slow and gentle touch never once stopping its loving path. Drowsiness welcomed you much sooner than you had expected and your eyes fluttered closed. The last thing you remembered was George's lips on your eyelids.

It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep your demons at bay at least for just one night. George gave into slumber as well, both of you engulfed by divine serenity until the bright moon hid behind the horizon.

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Caught

This is my story for @bittydragon community prompt thing. Had a lot of fun with this one.

(Warnings: talk of killing someone)

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George ran as fast as he could through the forest. He cursed as he stumbled over a root. He had to get there in time. He had to go faster. George had been getting food in the market when he overheard some people talking about how some hunters found a giant nearby. George panicked listening into the conversation. It couldn’t be the same giant. Right? He gasped as the people said the giant had had a odd mask on its face when the hunters found it.

George turned dropping his food and ran into the forest. He had to find the hunters before they hurt Dream. George was panting from running for so long, he paused listening. His head snapped up as he heard a ground shaking scream. Dream. He ran off in that direction soon finding a large clearing that had obviously had a fight in it. Trees where ripped from the ground and gashes lined the earth. In the middle of the clear glass was Dream. Chained to the ground covered in small cuts. As he walked out of the tree line he saw a small group of hunters starting a fire before the sun set. They quickly noticed him, shouting why he was here.

George nervously walked closer. “I- umm just wanted to see the giant for myself.” He couldn’t say he was here to save Dream. As he spoke he saw Dream turn his head to look at him. His mask was gone lost in the fight. He couldn’t read Dreams expression.

The men laughed and clapped him on the back. “Well it’s not every day we catch one of these monsters. It’s a rare sight to behold.” One of the tall burly man grinned. “How did you know it was here?” He ask gritting he’s teeth at calling Dream an it. “Ha! The towns folk called us in to handle it. It’s been terrorizing the village” George nodded putting on an act. “Yeah this ones been bothering the town for awhile.” Dream had never done anything to the town.

He kept talking with the man keeping up the act of hating the giant as the talked about what to do with him. Some of the things they said made him so mad he wanted to throw away the act just to yell at these hunters. But if he wanted to save Dream he had to be smart. The sun soon set and the fire was lit. “So you just going to keep it chained up for the night?” He asked trying to figure out what to do about the chains.

“Yay for the night it’ll stay right where it is. Then we’ll kill it in the morning.” George’s blood ran cold at the words. “Yeah probably best to get ride of it sooner then later. But you sure the chains will hold?” His words tasted wrong in his mouth. He glanced up at Dream freezing at the cold glare he was getting. He had never seen Dream look so angry and betrayed. Didn’t he realize George was just pretending? He was going to have to explain later.

“The only thing that can brake those chains is something made out of the same metal.” One of the hunters said. “Like our swords.” He said patting his weapon. That was going to make this a lot harder if he had to somehow get the sword. George nodded coming up with a plan.

The hunters had offered for him to stay in their camp for the night and he had taken the offer. He closed his eyes waiting till he heard snores from all three hunters. He quietly got up and soundlessly managed to pull out a sword to cut the chains. He turned to Dream with a happy smile. He paused seeing Dream had turned away from the group not looking at him. He walked around Dreams head so he could tell him what he was doing. Before he could even open his mouth to talk Dream growled at him shaking him to the core.

Dream had been excited to see George when he first showed up. But as George had talked with the hunters he quickly realized he wasn’t here to save him. He had wanted to say something cry yell as he listened to George talk about him like he was nothing. It broke his heart to listen to his friend. He had to look away from George not wanting to see him anymore. He hadn’t thought that George would try to kill him himself though. He growled seeing George come up to him sword in hand. “You wanted to do it yourself then?” He said keeping his voice quiet.

“W-what?!” George asked alarmed. “You think I’m going to kill you?!” He hissed. He thought Dream would have put it together by now.

“What else would you do with that fucking sword?” Dream said glaring at the one human he thought he could trust. It had probably been George to call in the hunters on him.

George was upset Dream would ever think that. “I’m trying to help you! You idiot.” George whisper yelled. He walked to where the chains where bolted into the ground.

“Help me?” Dream wanted to laugh. “I’ve been listening to you all day. You don’t want to help him you just want me gone. Have you truly just been pretending this whole time?” Dream ranted not paying attention to George. He had wanted to say this all day. “All those times you said we where friends, was that all fake?

George frowned as he listened to Dream who clearly wasn’t listening to him. He would just have to prove it to Dream. He swing the sword in anger at the large chains. He froze hearing the shrill ringing sound it made. Dream also froze at the loud sound. They set and listened to see if the hunters had woken up. They both breathed out a sigh of relief hearing the loud snoring coming from the men.

“I’m not trying to fucking kill you Dream. The only thing that’s been fake is what I’ve said today.” He turned looking at Dream. They both glared at the other. George huffed in frustration turning back to the chains. He had to do this a lot quieter. He poked at the chains finding one spot where they all came to one point. But it was on Dreams chest. He walked closer to Dream who had just been watching him this whole time. He griped onto the chain and climbed up to sit on Dream chest. He could feel as Dream chest raised and fell as he breathed. “I just need to hit this one spot then you’re free. He was a little worried about what Dream might do to him if he still thought George was going to hurt him after the chains where off. He shook those thoughts from his head and walked forward.

George paused as he got to the middle of Dream chest. He looked up seeing Dream had closed his eyes and was actually shaking. Dream was scared of him.... he realized where he was standing. Right over Dreams heart. He could kill Dream right now if he wanted. And that’s exactly what Dream thought he was going to do. He turned his back to Dream and hit the chain. A loud ring was made again. But he had only dented it. He frowned and hit the chain again and again. He took his anger out from having to sit and listen to the people who wanted to kill his best friend all day. George yelled as finally the chain broke. He grinned as the chains fell off Dream. He froze though as he heard someone yell. He looked down from Dreams chest seeing that the hunters where awake and one had an arrow pointed at his chest.

Dream didn’t want to see George plunge the sword into his chest. He looked away. He flinched as there was a loud sound. Then it happened again. He glanced at the small human on his chest. He was hitting the chain. Was....he was trying to cut odd the chain? Did George really want to save him? He smiled as the chain fell off of him. He turned to apologize to George and saw the hunters where awake and had a bow pointed right at George.

“What do you think you’re doing?! The beast will kill you!” The hunters yelled.

“He’s not a beast! He’s my friend!” George yelled back. Hopefully after tonight it would stay that way. If he didn’t get shot that is.

George screamed as everything seemed to move at once. Suddenly he was in darkness and being jostled around. He pushed at what was around him realizing Dream had grabbed him. George couldn’t move as the hand squeezed him. He yelled out struggling to move. Was Dream really going to squish him?! He could hear yells and screams from the hunters and loud growls from Dream. He whimpered as Dream was suddenly running. He was pressed up against a chest he clung to the fabric of Dreams top.

Dream had grabbed George the second he could get his hands free. He fought the hunters pushing them down to the ground and ran off not wanting to risk George. He had to apologize to George. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing his cave. He pushed aside the vines and crawled into the giant cave. He set down pulling George away from his chest. “George?” He said softly.

George shivered as he was pulled away from the warmth. He nervously looked up at Dream as he said his name. “Y-yeah?”

“Are you ok? I’m so sorry I should have realized you wouldn’t hurt him I’m so sorry. I’ll do-“

“Stop.” George cut off Dream. He smiled up at the nervous giant. “It’s ok. You’re safe now.”

Dream smiled softly running a finger down George’s back. “You saved me...”

“Well of course I did.” He hummed happily leaning into the touch.

Dream was relieved George wasn’t scared of him. “I am so sorry though.”

George shook his head. “I know you are you don’t have to keep saying it.”

“I kinda do though.” He felt awful for thinking George would have ever betrayed him.

“No, your sorry I’m sorry. We’re both safe now. That’s all that matters.” He said.

Dream hugged George to his chest gently petting him. “Thank you for saving me.”

George hummed happily getting comfortable cuddled up to Dream. “Of course I saved you, you idiot.”

Dream chuckled happy to have his human back with him. He set there happily cuddling George. He asked a question and George didn’t reply. “George?” He looked down to see George had fallen asleep right over his heart. He leaned back closing his eyes to fall asleep himself. “Goodnight.” He said as he fell asleep. They might have to worry about the hunters tomorrow but for now they where right where they where meant to be. Together.

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Only You - Fred Weasley

Request: may I humbly request a Christmas at the Burrow with your crush, Fred Weasley, who sometime during the holiday admits his feelings for you??

A/N: Thank you for the request. I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like it!

Only You 

George had a plan. His plan? Well, it was to push Fred to you. Yes, he wanted to see his brother happy, but more than anything, he wanted to put an end to his own suffering. For months it was Y/N this and Y/N that. If he was being honest, he was close to hexing his brother, but he would rather initiate his plan. What was it? It’s quite simple really.

“Fred, let’s place a bet.”

“Alright, I’m in. On what?”

“Y/N of course.”

“No way. Not gonna happen.” “Too late now. I bet 10 galleons that you’re not going to confess to her over this break.” Fred paused for a moment and thought. He could win the girl of his dreams and 10 galleons in one go. Fred hates to lose.

“You’re on!” George smiled. He knows his twin. Fred hates to back down from a bet. He also hates to lose.

 The Burrow was booming from the moment you arrived. Harry and Ron went to eat, the twins started planning pranks, Molly was yelling at her children, Ginny was talking about Harry, and you were observing the family. Although it could be a bit chaotic, you were always happy to have a place there. You caught Fred from the corner of your eye. He was looking particularly good. His hair fell perfectly, and his shirt was fitting for his form. You were especially happy to spend the holiday around him. He was someone who always made your heart beat just a little faster. Ginny was aware of your crush on her brother, and she completely supported it. She already saw you as the older sister she never had, and she would have loved to call you her sister for real. She often encouraged you to just go after him, but you were not the type to throw away a perfectly good friendship because you developed romantic feelings. 

The first day at the Burrow went by in a blur. You were focused on getting yourself situated in Ginny’s room, and eating the delicious meals that Molly offered. The following day, however, was filled with fun activities, courtesy of the twins. George in particular was pushing for you to join in everything they were doing. The day started with a friendly quidditch match. You played as a chaser on Fred’s team. He spent a considerable amount of time by your side. Oftentimes, you weren’t even paying attention to the match. He would tell dumb jokes, and you would indulge him by offering honest laughter.

After the match, which you lost due to being a bit distracted, you enjoyed lunch. The whole time, Fred seemed unusually distant. He sat far away from you, and ignored your attempts to talk to him. You were completely confused with the complete 180 he pulled. At Molly’s request, you and the rest of the group decided to go for a walk out in the cold. She wanted you all out of the house, and Ginny suggested enjoying the snow outside. You were getting a jacket when you passed by the twins.

“Are you already quitting?”

“No, I just needed some time to gather my thoughts.”

“I think you meant emotions brother. You better get yourself together, or I’m going to be richer.” George chuckled. You were confused but passed it off as nothing. 

Fred followed behind you and Ginny. He was struggling to get the nerve to confess to you. It had nothing to do with the bet. You were one of the greatest people to ever enter his life, and he didn’t want to ruin anything between the two of you. He also knew that he owed it to himself to tell you the truth. In his eyes, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Your smile brightened up his day, and your laugh filled him with warmth. He was falling in love with you, and now he needed to find a way to tell you. Earlier, you had been so happy around him, and he panicked. What if you were just being friendly? You two are friends, so that would make sense. He wanted to tell you right then, but he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. Gee, the pranking king himself was actually getting nervous? You were the only person who could do that to him. 

His thoughts were soon interrupted by a snowball hitting the side of his head. He heard your giggle and instantly knew that you were behind it. Soon, a full blown snowball fight was breaking out. You had hidden yourself behind a poorly made snow fort, and you were throwing snowballs in every direction. Fred saw this and made his move. He got behind your fort and shoved some snow into your jacket. You yelped at the sudden cold and turned around to face the culprit. “Fred!” you whined.

“Y/N!” he mocked back. You playfully smacked him and tried to shimmy the ice out of your coat.

He gushed at the sight of your bright red cheeks and your slightly blue lips. You were adorable. He was ready to kiss you right then and there, but his mother called out to tell the kids that dinner was ready. Disappointed wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how he felt in that moment. Eventually, the day came to a close. You sat up in your bed and thought about Fred. He was overly affectionate the whole day, minus during lunch. You thought a bit more about it, but realized that you would only be getting your hopes up. Eventually, you went to sleep with thoughts of the older ginger twin on your brain. 

The next morning, you ate breakfast and began to help Molly with decorating the house. You lost sight of the twins throughout the day. Your tasks were different, which meant that you hardly got to spend any time around Fred. A part of you thought that it was a positive thing, so that you could prevent yourself from thinking about what it would be like to be with him. Fred, however, was angry. He wanted to have tasks with you so he could finally make a move on you, but his mother was blocking him. 

When you had all concluded your tasks, you decided that you would take some time to yourself and catch up a bit on some reading. You got comfortable on the couch, and you began to read. You were so immersed that you missed the other body that appeared on the couch. He picked up your legs and placed them on his own.

“What are you reading?”

“A muggle book.”

“What’s it about?”

“Well that’s what I’m trying to figure out, hence the reason why I’m reading it.” He shyly laughed at your answer. He stayed silent for a while longer. He just watched you concentrate on the words that your eyes crossed over. Sometimes, he would see you smirk a bit. You were absolutely perfect. He watched as your eyebrows would raise occasionally, or your eyes would slightly gloss over when you forgot that blinking was necessary. You were his own goddess, and he wanted nothing more than to worship you. 

It was Christmas Eve when he made a fatal mistake. He got in trouble with his mother. He’s not sure exactly what happened, but he instantly regretted it. He had decided that there was nothing more romantic than a confession on Christmas Eve. He planned to sit by the fire with you. He was going to look into your eyes and tell you everything. If things worked out, then he was going to bring in the trusty mistletoe to seal the deal. Alas, he ruined his chances by picking a fight with his mother. She had enchanted the garden to be protected from the snowfall, which meant that the gnomes were pleasantly inhabiting the area. He was now going to have to spend hours throwing the buggers before he could return inside. He was heartbroken, but he thought that this was a sign. Clearly, the universe didn’t want you two together. 

You were surprised when Fred was nowhere in the house. You asked George where he was. He told you everything that happened. You instantly felt terrible for him. It was cold outside, plus the job was tortuous. You decided that the least you could do was help him, of course without Molly knowing. You snuck outside and saw him angrily throwing gnomes. You giggled at his pained expression. He really was not happy. You also thought this was the best time to get him back for all of the pranks he had been pulling. You crept up behind him and grabbed at his sides abruptly. He jumped and looked back at you in anger until he saw that it was you.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Secretly, I’m helping you. You’re welcome.” You smiled proudly at him. Then you grabbed one of the gnomes and swung him as far as you could. Fred was speechless. He just watched you, amazed at how perfect you are. He finally caught wind of his situation, and began throwing the gnomes again. After some time, he stopped and looked over at you.

“Hey Y/N can I talk to you abo-OUCH” he belted. You snapped your head in his direction to see what was wrong. You saw one of the gnomes with their teeth latched onto Fred’s ankle. Your worry faded almost instantly. You began to laugh uncontrollably. He just looked at you, annoyed by the fact that you were finding humor in his pain. He threw the gnome with all of his might. A couple of minutes past, but you still hadn’t stopped laughing. He eventually began to cave, and he started laughing as well. It was stupid but you apparently thought it was the funniest thing to happen. 

“I can’t believe you found that funny. Is my pain really that comedic?” He feigned sadness. 

“I’m sorry Fred, but you have to admit, that was hysterical. Only you would be bitten by a gnome.”

“You Y/N Y/L/N are absolutely ridiculous. It’s one of the many reasons I love you,” he said while chuckling. See, this is one of those moments where Fred didn’t actually comprehend the words that came out of his mouth. He only became aware when you went completely silent.

“You love me?” you asked shyly. 

“Uh, yeah. You know what Y/N? I am so in love with you. I have been for awhile now, but I didn’t know how to tell you. Just please, don’t let my feelings ruin us.”

“Fred. Stop. I love you too. How could I not? You’re smart, funny, kind, and you’re easy on the eyes. I just never thought that you would see me as anything more than a friend.”

“Please, let me kiss you.” He was desperate to be as close to you as possible.

“What are you waiting for?” You smirked at him. He pulled you into a kiss full of passion. It told you everything he wanted to say. Fred pulled away from you first, although not by choice.

“Son of a-” He was yelling. Your confusion disappeared as you peaked down. 

You started laughing again at the sight of another gnome, this time on the other ankle.

“Only you, Frederick Gideon Weasley, would be bitten by two gnomes in one night.”

By the time you two had finished with the garden, it was time to go to bed. Both of you exhausted. Lucky for the both of you, George and Ginny had already fallen asleep so you wouldn’t have to deal with their interrogation. In the morning, however, George was met with a very happy brother.

“You, my dear brother, owe me 10 galleons.” George was astonished. He was worried that his twin wasn’t going to do it. When you walked down the stairs, Fred pulled you in for a kiss, almost as if to prove his point. George handed over the galleons.

“This, my dear, is going towards our first real date.” You smiled and agreed, giddy at the thought of finally going on a date with Fred. Ginny caught the end of this conversation and gasped.

“Is this a Christmas miracle, or am I dreaming. Y/N, you need to tell me everything right this instant!” You pouted slightly at Fred as his little sister dragged you away for all of the juicy details.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #ron weasley #harry potter imagine #Harry potter x reader #draco malfoy imagine

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hey :) you don’t have to but if you can could you please recommend some more realism fics

like ones that are realistic i’m not sure if realism is the correct word

ooo this is my first fic rec ask and i am very happy because i love realistic fics

swim until the swamplands come by candypolaroide- what if the vlog meet up was real? and what is dream is struggling with the idea of falling in love with your best friend?

you’re the one i wanted to find by sunny after set- dream slowly comes to term with his feelings for george, featuring clingy era dream (”i’m so used to having your attention 24/7 and then its stripped from me for 3 days” dream) and george coming to america. 

telepatia by gentlesun- george is just a flight away, and unfortunately it is unfeasible to take a private plane. aka george and dream struggle with the distance during the pandemic.

pancakes for dinner by hendollana- dream and george finally meet up and yes george knows dream is tall but he never realize just how tall. 

love your friends, die laughing by hendollana- dnf through the eyes of their friends. i absolutely love outside pov fics.

jam by saintexe- dream has gay panic after the cooking stream. 

like real people do by meridies- i always rec this but if you’re looking for something angsty. how the internet tears apart dream and george. 

be wary of tags! some of these are nsfw. enjoy!

#i love making fic recs #if you want a specific fic rec i am happy to provide #dreamnotfound #dnf #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #fic recs #night recs fics