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a pool of blood | dream

summery: You get hurt at the L’Manburg revolution, and Dream, your boyfriend is really scared he’s going to loose you. 

request: “Hello! I loved bust a lip. I was wondering if you could right a fic with dream x reader during the dream smp. where the reader... OMFG I SENT MY LAST REQUEST WITHOUT FINISHING i’m sorry. I was watching cutis connor lmao. anyway im sorry again but where the reader gets really hurt and dream takes care of them.”

pairing: dream x reader

genre: phat angst and a lil fluff

word count: 2085

tw: blood, wounds, basically a really bad injury, swearing

note: hihi! this was a request, so thanks anon for sending it in. sorry its a lil late tho!! anyways, hope you enjoy and send in more requests!! happy holidays and happy new year!! :)

You stood by Dream as Tubbo took the stage after Wilbur handed the presidency off to him. You were still in a little bit of shock from Shalatt’s sudden death and Tommy and Wilbur denouncing the presidency, but you smiled at Tubbo as  he made his speech. 

“Well, I’ve been put on a spot here, I wasn’t expecting to be surrounded with friends, uh, enemies, which I don’t hate all that much, I’ll be honest. Thank you everybody, it’s been an honour.” Tubbo said, and it was followed by cheers from the crowd. You watch as Tubbo got congratulated and started to tear down the execution decorations that littered L’Manburg. 

“Are we not going to help them?” you ask your boyfriend, and he exchanges a look with Sapnap. 

“I need you to stay near me, love.” Dream’s voice was hard and you knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer no matter how much you wanted to help your friends. “You have to stay next to me, okay?”

You sighed and nodded. “Okay, fine. I will-” you were cut off by the sounds of fireworks and Tommy cursing loudly. Technoblade had taken out his infamous rocket launcher and started to murder the people around him. He emerged from the smoke, and approached Tommy who stood in shock at the pure chaos. You squished closer to your boyfriend, as he stood on a pillar with you, somewhat of a safe distance away from The Blade.

“You guys, listen to me.” Technoblade started. “I did not spend weeks planning this revolution, giving you guys gear, for you guys to go in and replace one tyrant with another. Don’t you see what’s happening here? Don’t you see history repeating itself? Do you think Shalatt was the cause of your problems? No! It was government!”

Dream brought you closer to the side lines of where Techno was, past Tommy and near Punz. “Dream, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be here.” you whisper as you watch Punz go through loot. 

“Trust me, you’re better off here than there.” Dream murmured back, and you could sense Dream intently staring at Techno, almost anticipating something. 

“I thought you said that Wilbur was the traitor.” you said accusingly to your boyfriend. Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms across your chest as you watched Techno continue to address Tommy. 

“He is, but you know how Techno gets with the government. This,” he gestured at the stand off, “was bound to happen. Stay near Punz.”

“Dream, wait-” you started but he was already off trying to get some hits on Tommy. “Goddammit.”

“I see I was wrong to rely on people.” Technoblade said as he watched the fight ensue. The air was getting hard to breathe, and all you could see was smoke and ash. The ongoing sound of fireworks going off and people screaming for their lives echoed throughout L’Manburg. In the heat of the fight, you lost track of Punz, and was desperately looking around to locate Dream.

“The government ends here!” you heard Techno scream into the mass. You stumbled over your feet as you kept seeing the same red, blue and white flash again and again in your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, get up.” you sighed in relief at the sound of Skeppy’s voice. You knew that the Badlands had allied themselves with the Dream SMP just a while ago, so you felt a little better around Skeppy than stumbling around looking for your boyfriend, your safe place. 

“Skep- where’s Dream?” you forced out as he pulled you to your feet and lugged you away from where you last saw Punz. From your position, you could see Sapnap, and Purpled, but no Dream. Dread curled in your stomach, and you had an overwhelming sense to cry. 

“Dude, I don’t know, but what I do know is that we need to get out of here. Now.” Skeppy stated as you pasted Techno. You could see the anger and excitement gleam in his eyes. God, it almost made you sick. He was an antichrist. But Technoblade was your friend, and he fought for L’Manburg. It puzzled you why he picked Tommy, Wilbur and L’Manburg over Dream and yourself, having been very old friends with the man. Now you knew. He knew that this was what he was going to get. Blood for the Blood God. He fought for this country's freedom, and killed its citizens. “I’m going to take you to Bad, okay?” Skeppy’s eyes clouded over almost as if he was trying to remember if you were a part of the plan. 

You caught Dream’s neon sweater just before you heard him. His voice rang louder than the canons, a true display of the SMP leader. “You know who the traitor was?” Dream taunted Tommy. You broke out of Skeppy’s hold on your wrist, and tried to make your way to Dream. 

“Dream-” you tried to call out to him, but Tommy cut you off. 

“Who?” Tommy asked as he stood on a building overlooking the mess. 

Dream looked for you after hearing your voice, easily picking you out as you carefully made your way to him. “Tommy, the traitor was Wilbur.” Dream stated carefully. He grasped your hand, and made ways towards the plaza, so he could truly look Tommy in the eyes, to see the disbelief in his eyes as the person he considered a brother was said to be a traitor. 

“What? No, it wasn’t, Technoblade just fucking killed Tubbo! It was Technoblade!”

“No Tommy, Wilbur is the traitor.” you said as you looked up at the blonde. 

“No, no, he can’t be.”

“Have I ever lied to you Tommy?”

Tommy took a step back. It was true. You never lied to anybody. “Where’s Wilbur? Does anyone know?” He so desperately wanted to prove you wrong; his eyes searched the crowd for his brother figure. 

You heard it before you saw it. You heard the sizzle of the TNT beneath you, and the rumble of the ground under you. Your frightened eyes shot up to try to meet Dream’s but all you could see was the mocking face of his mask. The ground shook again, and you held onto Dream.

“Dream, what the fuck!” you screamed, as he pulled you away from the ground that was shaking violently. You had only heard rumors and whispers of what Wilbur was planning; Dream always tried to plan in secret, and Sapnap would only fill you in on the important details that Dream excluded. Apparently blowing up L’Manburg was a minor detail. 

“Shit!” Dream cursed as he rushed you both to a place he deemed more safer. 

But he was a little too late. The sky blazed a brilliant red and orange, and then you heard it, the huge noise that could only be compared to the time you helped Sapnap blow up an area of the SMP, but even at that, this was one hundred times worse. You shielded your face from the heat with the hand that Dream was not clenching on for dear life, and you could feel Dream and yourself fumble over the rocks and pathway that was being thrown about. 

Then it got quiet. Silent. You squinted through the soot and ash in the sir. Dream stopped where he initially left you and turned around to hold your face with both his hands. His mask was lopsided, and darkened due to the soot stained on it. The one eye that you could now see was searching you, and you realized that he was talking to you.

“I can’t, I can’t hear you Dream.” You stumbled over your words, but you couldn’t hear yourself anyways. You heaved, inhaling the thick air with each word. The only thing you could hear was a weird static noise, and it felt like your head was underwater. You watched Dream’s eye widen as he looked you over and landed on your abdomen. Your brows furrowed at him, and you followed his gaze to your stomach and where you were standing in a growing pool of blood. Your fingers press on the fabric of your shirt and you look at the coat of thick liquid over them. 

“Oh fuck.” you gasp. Your shirt was stained in blood and your pants were stained in blood and your shoes were stained- . Dream’s hands were now all over you; He had his hand pressed against your wound to apply pressure and one that was holding your face to look at him. That’s when you finally felt it. The shearing pain that ripped through you made you gag and your head spin. You could taste the salt from your tears as you started to cry from the pain. Dream’s shoulders heaved, and you quickly realized he was also crying hard. You saw Sapnap rush towards you and Dream, and pulled Dream away from you. You sank into the pool you created on the ground. You sluggishly watched as Dream yelled at Sapnap, almost lashing out at the man. Sapnap quickly pulled off his bandana, and gave it to Dream who sank down next to you and started to wrap it around your wound. Sapnap tried to reach over to help, but his hand got slapped violently away by your boyfriend. The pain was still pulsing through you and you could feel the warmth of the blood you were sitting in. You felt sleepiness drag over you, and you closed your eyes. It had been a while since you got a good eight hours of sleep, and maybe you could-. Your thoughts were interrupted by Dream nudging you and a streak of annoyance interrupted the pain momentarily. 

Can’t he see that all you wanted to do was sleep? Sleep would block out the pain and you were almost there anyways. You felt Dream pick you up, and cradle you in his arms. You opened your eyes a little and all you could see was Dream’s face just overcome with worry and fear. 

“Hey, it's gonna be alright.” you tried to say but your throat felt dry and you still couldn’t hear. All you could feel was Dream’s chest heave with every shuddering breath he took as you slipped into the void. 

                                                         -

You woke up sweating. Your head felt almost clear and your stomach ached just a little. You looked over at the bedside table that housed lots of empty potion bottles and one regen pot. The body next to you pulled you closer and you sighed as the all too familiar smell of Dream washed over you. You glanced around the somewhat familiar room and recognized it as BadBoyHalo and Skeppy’s extra room in their mansion. You sat up, rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and watched Dream’s sleeping face with a small soft smile on your face. He hadn't changed out of his clothes, and you could see the netherite armor and mask he wore on a chair at the foot of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Bad asked as he walked in the room. You realized you could finally hear again as you looked at him.

“Could be better.” you said as you ran a hand through Dream’s hair. Bad watched your movement, and sighed. 

“He was really worried, you know? He wouldn’t let anyone hear you and patched you up himself. He only let me come near you with the pots after you stopped bleeding. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so scared.” Bad told you. He gave you the regen, and you started to sip on it. 

“That’s Dream for you.” you said as you finish off the potion. Bad collected the bottles and smiled at the both of you. “Thank you Bad.”

“Anytime.” His smile widened at you as he left the room.

“Is he gone?”

“Dream!” You shove your boyfriend, and wince at the sudden movement. Yeah, maybe, no quick movement for a while. Dream’s playful look disappeared, and his face shone with concern. 

“We were so close to losing you. I was so fucking scared.” his voice was soft and your heart lurched at it.

“Hey, no, no, don’t worry. I told you. It was gonna be alright. We’re okay.” you hold Dream’s face and make direct eye contact. “I promise I’m okay, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Dream visibly relaxed and snuggled closer to you, putting an arm around your ribcage. “I love you. So damn much.”

“I love you too.”  

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all-star [sapnap]

pairing: sapnap x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: reader's dad is the coach of the basketball team, and their boyfriend is the star player. only 'coach' doesn't know they're dating. (yes, another sapnap high school! au from yours truly)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: sapnap said his favourite sport to play and watch was basketball and this is what my mind did with that information. also thank you for 800 followers!

tw: swearing?, school mention, bit of flirting

you’d dealt with it since you were young. both your parents having been teachers, your mother being an elementary teacher and your father being a high school teacher, you’d always felt the favouritism and familiarity that come with being the child of a teacher.

as you got older, the more accustomed you got to it all. especially in high school, since your father also happened to be the coach of the boys’ basketball team, and though “football” is usually the go-to sport of a typical american high school, your school excelled at basketball. which, by default, meant he was very well-known and well-respected by the student body.

much to your distaste, this meant a lot of potential boyfriends were scared off by your dad’s menacing glares and empty threats - a coach can be very, very scary when he wants to be - especially if said boy happened to be on his team. by your sheer luck, your crush happened to be his star player.

luckily, having your dad as the coach proved to be quite useful in the boys’ aspect. you’d stopped by countless practices, making up an excuse about not wanting to take the bus on that particular evening, and watching the rest of practice without question. you couldn’t do it too often to avoid suspicions, but your father taught you well and you probably understood the game better than half the actual players, anyways. it wasn’t hard to pretend to be interested.

game nights were even better excuses, because not only were you there alone, but most nights the entire school showed up, and with the perk of arriving early with the coach, you always got the best seats, where you could shamelessly and inconspicuously watch him, number 01 on the court. like every high school jock ever, he went by a nickname. sapnap.

he was so much more than a simple jock, in your eyes. he was one of the kindest boys in your grade, always offering smiles everywhere he went, and though he was aware of his advanced skill in the sport, he was always humble.

maybe that’s why you fell for him. or maybe it was the lingering glances the two of you would share in each of the classes you had together. or maybe, just maybe, it was the idea you couldn’t be with him, the idea that your dad would make his life miserable.

that was, if he ever found out.

it wasn’t an easy feat, the two of you hiding from your father. from time to time, you swore he knew about your secret, subtle conversations seemingly hinting at something more - but he was old, and naive. there was no way he wouldn’t have said something by now.

you walked into the lunch room, glancing around and looking for a certain head of brown hair. once you spotted him in his signature letterman jacket, you slipped into the seat next to him, smiling as you nudged him purposely. he smiled down at you, and did a quick glance of the cafeteria, before leaning down and placing a small kiss on your lips. you smiled brightly, heat creeping up your cheeks. you’d never get over the way he made you feel.

“coming to practice tonight?” he asked, and you rolled your eyes playfully, letting out an exaggerated huff.

“do i have to?” you pouted, and he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as he did so. you weren’t too fond of the confidence radiating off of him, so you decided to fire back slightly. “don’t get me wrong, you’re really hot when you play. like, really hot.” you started, watching out of the corner of your eye as his eyes flew open and he gaped at you, jaw dropped. “but you guys have the big game tonight, so i’ll be watching you play later anyways!”

sapnap swallowed, before taking a second to recompose himself. “the game is why you should come tonight! c’mon, y/n. maybe you can even give us some pointers, since you’re so interested in the sport.” he teased, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“i swear, tommy doesn’t know what a layup is! how does he mess it up every time? it’s just a few steps and a shot!” you complained, and sapnap laughed, basking in the moment. you’d never admit it to anyone, but you liked that you knew enough about the sport to hold a conversation with your boyfriend. though you weren’t interested in the sport itself, it was nice to be able to talk with sapnap about something he cared so dearly for.

he leaned down then, placing his mouth next to your ear, smirking at the hitch in your breath at his proximity. “just come tonight. for me.” sapnap whispered, and you sighed, nodding. he smiled brightly, tugging you towards him, and wrapping you in a tight hug.

and thus you found yourself doing homework on the empty bleachers once more, stealing glances at the court every so often. you watched as the team played a quick 5v5, the ball being stolen, passed and shot, you adding in your two cents every few plays. before you could even process it, the practice had ended.

“alright boys, bring it in!” your dad called, and the group quickly filed in, forming a small circle around him. “i need you all here for 6:30, no later or you’re benched. game starts at 7:00 sharp. tonight is important, people. if we win this game, we’re moving onto the championships.” his firm tone echoed in the large gym, and the boys let out a series of whoops and cheers. “now get out, i’ll see you guys this evening!” he dismissed, and the boys cheered once more, parading out of the gym as a unit.

a certain brunette glanced up at you as he passed, flashing you his signature ‘i-just-killed-that-shit’ smirk, and you softly smiled back, only for a moment, before turning your attention back to gathering your things, as to not keep your father too long. the two of you headed home, chatting about the excitement for the night ahead.

“i really think you guys have a chance at beating the other team. especially if the guys play like they did at that practice!” you babbled, your dad nodding in agreement. he seemed to be thinking deeply, and you paused, turning to face him. “dad? is something wrong?” you asked, nervously.

“no, no. nothing’s wrong. just thinking about something.” he assured you, and you sighed, motioning for him to continue. “well, kid. you’ve practically been training these guys as much as i have - i don’t think i could’ve managed this team as well as i have without you. what do you say, why don't you sit on the bench with me as assistant coach?” he prompted, and you blinked in surprise.

“i’d love to!” you exclaimed, jumping forward and tackling him in a tight embrace. he smiled, returning it, before pulling back and gathering his things from the bench.

“i forgot my keys in my classroom, you can just wait here while i run upstairs. sound good?” he asked, and you smiled, nodding. he left, and you sighed happily, basking in the recognition you didn’t feel you deserved, but certainly appreciated.

“assistant coach, huh?” a familiar voice asked, and you turned instantly, smiling even brighter at his slightly disheveled appearance, his hair wet from a quick shower. he stepped towards you, quickly pulling you by your hips when you were within reach, tugging you so that the two of you stood face to face, lips only inches apart from one another. you giggled dreamily, slowly leaning forward and pressing your soft lips to his slightly chapped ones.

he pulled away slightly, and you paused, confused. “assistant coach sounds pretty hot.” he mumbled, and you pulled away, dramatically slapping his chest. “ow!” he mocked, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing him by his sweatshirt and pulling him back to you, leaving a searing kiss on his lips. he squeaked in surprise, hands flying back to your waist, before you pulled away completely with an evil smirk.

“good luck, lover boy.” you teased, and your timing seemed perfect as ever, hearing your dad call for you only seconds later. “coming dad!” you picked up your things, sapnap still frozen in place, cheeks flushed. “see you tonight.” you whispered as you passed, scurrying off before he could get in another word.

the next few hours leading up to the game could not have been any longer. you tried to do homework, reading, drawing - anything to help pass the time. all attempts ended futile though, and you settled for texting sapnap mindlessly, the two of you radiating excitement. after what felt like a lifetime, your dad called for you to gather what you needed and to head to the car, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

once you arrived, you began making your way to the bleachers, before pausing and turning towards the bench, following your dad, who looked at you proudly as you sauntered over, taking a seat next to him. the team walked into the gym, uniforms on and stretching as they advanced. “get warmed up guys!” your dad announced, and they instantly obliged. as they practiced, students filed into the bleachers, bearing banners and school colours - from both schools.

a whistle blew, and the teams retracted to their benches, your dad pulling out his clipboard. “okay, sap - you’re going to start here..” he explained each player’s positions and the tactics they planned on using, and with a small cheer, your boyfriend led his teammates onto the court, standing face to face as he prepared to jump for the ball. the ball was tossed, and the game commenced.

the scores were neck and neck, with the score 52-53 for you, with two minutes remaining. “just one more, guys.” you muttered under your breath, anxiously watching the group of boys fighting over the ball, intercepting passing and maneuvering around each other. you glanced at the clock as the time passed quickly, down to the last minute thirty. “get the ball to sapnap!” your dad called, and the team scrambled to grab ahold of the ball. sam quickly stole it mid-pass, quickly spotting sapnap, who waved his arms frantically. sam threw the ball, and sapnap caught it easily, but was quickly swarmed by the other team. he held the ball tightly, glancing for an opening. he saw two options: he could push through the guy in front of him and run down the court, but he also spotted tommy at the other end of the court, right by the opponent's net, completely unblocked.

in the last few minutes, dream was injured and tommy was subbed in, though he wasn’t usually someone’s go to - hence why he had no defence whatsoever. they didn’t see him as a threat. with only seconds to spare, sapnap made his split-second decision and called out “tommy!”, before tossing the ball confidently, and tommy froze for a moment as the ball landed in his arms.

“tommy! do a layup!” you yelled in a panic, and he quickly sprung to life, dribbling once before taking two small steps and leaping, shooting the ball against the headboard. everyone held their breaths as the ball bounced around the rim, before settling and tipping into the net, just as the final buzzer went off. the bleachers erupted into cheers, and you joined in, the team all rushing onto the court to pick up tommy onto their shoulders in celebration.

you momentarily forgot about your dad, and beaming with excitement, you ran towards sapnap. you threw your arms around him instantly, mumbling congratulations. he laughed, wrapping his arms around your lower waist and picking you up, spinning you around. when he gently placed you on the ground, you reached up, kissing him softly. he returned the motion, and as you both pulled back, there was a twinkle of pure fondness in his eyes.

“ahem.” a deep voice called, and you tensed, slipping out of your boyfriend's embrace and looking guiltily at your dad, expecting a face of pure anger. instead, your jaw almost dropped as you saw a proud smile across your dad’s face.

“dad?” you questioned, your voice laced with pure confusion. your dad laughed out loud at this, and you frowned. you waited for a moment for his laughter to die down, wondering why he wasn’t trying to rip your boyfriend's head off. “are you okay?” you asked, hesitantly.

“okay? of course i’m okay.” he scoffed, waving off your discomfort. “i’m just surprised you lasted as long as you did!”

you and sapnap glanced at each other, silently asking if either of you understood what was going on. you didn’t. “uh, i’m not sure what you mean, coach.” sapnap chriped, and your dad gave him a ‘seriously?’ look.

“c’mon you two, you don’t seriously think i didn’t know you’ve been seeing each other this whole time.” he asked, and the two of you gaped, awestruck.

“you knew and you didn’t say anything?” you asked, shellshocked. your mind was running a mile a minute, unable to process what your dad was really saying.

your dad shrugged, “i thought you’d tell me when you were ready.” when you and sapnap stayed quiet, he sighed. “y/n, you know sapnap is my favourite student i’ve had. if you’re going to have a boyfriend at your age, which i still don’t think is really appropriate-”

“dad!” you defended, and he chuckled.

“sorry, sorry. anyways, if you’re going to be dating someone, i'm glad it’s him. you’re a good kid, sap. just don’t be an idiot and break their heart, or else. got it?” his tone was slightly joking, but the underlying threat was clear. sapnap smiled, nodding.

“i would never, coach.” his words were confident, smooth. it was a promise to both you and your dad, and you smiled, reaching for his hand and giving a small squeeze. “say, coach.” sapnap paused, and your dad nodded, motioning for him to continue. “would you mind if i took y/n out to celebrate? i’ll drive them back home by 11.”

your dad smiled fondly, nodding. “i suppose that could be arranged. i would suggest, however, you shower first though, sap.” he teased, and sapnap sputtered, taken off guard. your dad laughed, turning and walking away from the pair of you. “see, good kid.” he mumbled, mostly to himself.

once sapnap had gathered his things, the two of you had driven to a park not far from the school, some fast food you’d stopped to get on the way in hand. you simply sat in his seats, soaking in silence as you ate. a thought curiously prodded at your mind, and you decided to indulge it.

“can i ask you something, sap?” you questioned, and he nodded, glancing your way. “why didn’t you make a break for it? i know you saw the opening i did. instead, you gave up your shining moment and gave the ball to tommy, you let him have it.” your words weren’t judgemental, simply curious and slightly surprised. sapnap chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“i don’t need the glory all of the time. i get the team relies on me a lot, but they don’t need to. they're just too scared to make the risky moves on their own.” he paused, thinking. “besides, tommy was unguarded, and he works well under pressure. i had no doubt he’d make the shot.” he shrugged, and you smiled fondly at him, leaning over the console and pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“you’re perfect, you know that?” you mumbled, and he smiled, reaching over and cupping your cheek lovingly. you stared in silence for a moment, simply soaking in each other's presence.

his lips tugged up into a smile, before he began to whisper. “you know, the real reason i don’t need the glory is because i have the best prize already, sitting right in front of me.” you couldn’t fight the smile making its way onto your face.

“you’ll always be a winner in my heart.” you whispered, and he beamed, pressing his lips to yours once more.

“as long as i have you, i’ll always feel like a winner.” he mumbled against your lips, and as the two of you continued to kiss over the console of his car, you couldn’t help but feel like a winner yourself.

❤ No Friends

[2300+ words]

[He/Him pronouns]

[Squid Game AU: Blood mentions, undescriptive death, furry mention, possible other triggers be careful!]

Description: This contest isn't a game between friends. Somehow, you find some anyway. [Dream Team x Reader]

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You worried your lip between your teeth, leaning back against the coarse fabric of your bed. Teams were already forming, people huddled in their own unconsciously divided sections watching stragglers warily. The next game was set to start soon and you hadn't joined a team, an unsettled pit in your stomach every time you thought about picking a side.

There were two large groups, one set of people referring to themselves as "L'Manburg" and another calling themselves "Dream's Ensemble" or something similar. Each leader was a stark division from the other, one team lead by the first number, 001, and the last number, 486, though you didn't remember who had which.

Your own number, 243, was smack dab in the middle of both of the numbers. In a way, the rest of the stragglers considered you their de-facto leader with no one else taking up the mantle. There weren't many who hadn't chosen a side but there was still enough people for you to feel so small for the shoes you were trying to fill.

You tore a piece of your bread apart, shoving it in your mouth with nothing else to do. It wasn't amazing bread, not warm and soft and slightly buttery, but it could've been worse. You've had people give you worse. You took a good look over the people spanning the beds around you. They weren't trustworthy, not truly, you didn't know half of their names and the rest of them were a blubbering mess of weak spots. Weak spots got you killed.

Frowning, you ripped off another piece of bread. As you shove it in your mouth. the disgusting taste of paper hit your tongue. You've eaten enough scrap paper in times of desperation to know the taste of ink smearing your tongue. Spitting it out, you wipe at your tongue with your sleeve and grimace at the slobbery piece of paper in your bread.

'Circle. Triangle. Star. Umbrella.'

It was scrawled in perfect print. on such tiny paper that it was a wonder you ever noticed it. You glanced around, curious if anyone else noticed the odd taste. No, nothing. No one had hunched into themselves reading a tiny pink slip. You were the only one to notice.

Without thinking, you shoved the paper in your mouth. It wasn't a good taste but you had a feeling the slip had something to do with the next challenge. Shoving the rest of the bread in your mouth, you chugged the rest of your milk and wiped your mouth. The next challenge would be starting soon, you should probably try to make some alliances, however strained.

"Hi," Someone walked up to you before you could move, white-rimmed sunglasses pushed high up their nose. Their light brown hair was bouncing with their steps. "I don't think we've talked yet."

"No," You affirm, briefly looking over their shoulder and catching the stone-faced leader staring back. Goosebumps trailing your neck, you twist your head up to look in 404's eyes from your low position on your bed. "I'm Y/N. No last name."

"George, last name not needed." They said, lips quirked up with amusement. "So, I'm only asking because Dream told me to but would you like to join the Dream SMP."

"No," You said without needing to think. You could join, but they had a target painted on their back by L'Manburg and it was drama unneeded. "I appreciate the offer but I'd rather stay a neutral party for now."

George didn't look surprised at all. "I thought so," he said, solidifying your guess. "You don't seem the type to instantly join a fight. You'd watch and wait for the right moment to join. Dream didn't think so but he's a stupid American."

"You're oddly observant," You say in lieu of a response.

"And so are you." George did smile this time. a sweet little thing, shy but heart-warming. "Word of advice, don't wait too long. You sit around the entire time and people won't need you. You'd be another death in a game where people stopped keeping track."

You look at George, really look at him, and he is unassuming with his too-large zip-up hoodie that wasn't his and his boyish, charming features. There is a sharpness to his face though, sharp teeth hiding behind soft lips and edges that could cut steel. His eyes, barely noticeable with the sunglasses. see too much with a smart glint that has you wondering what he doesn't know. He tips his head to you, face going back to an impasse.

"See you after the game," His voice is solid, confident. You are confident too.

{《☆》}

You pick a triangle and it is the easiest decision you've made in a while. George greets you with a tip of his head, already leaning back into a bed when you're done. Dream is looking at you over his shoulder and the goosebumps are back.

Settled down in your own corner of the nobodies, you don't expect anyone to bother you until gunshots start ringing out. But someone does, shaking your shoulder and then leaping back when you swing your leg at them.

"Woah," 034 has their hands raised in the air, a large distance between the two of you. They have a bandana wrapped around their head, swaying with them as they lean back. "Sorry dude didn't mean to startle you."

"Whatever, why are you here?" You grumble, a bit peeved at being woken up.

"Uh, oh, Dream wanted to see if you changed your mind." They laugh nervously, scratching at their neck as they look back. Dream is staring at both of you, eyes slanted in an oddly personal way as he meets your eyes. His eyes are a hazel type, with a warm brown circling the pupil but a forest green mixed at the edges. They're like steel as they trace your face, searching for any emotion that will give away your thinking.

"I don't know," You look back at 034, not missing their minuscule flinch from your stoic gaze. "Depends. Has it been long enough?"

They sway in place, switching from the balls of their heels to the tips of their toes anxiously. Not meeting your eyes directly, 034 shrugged. "Maybe, dunno. Not up for me to decide."

You hum, watching 034's hair tilt and fall to cover their eyes, black hair sucking the light out of the world around them. Their white bandana is the only divide you can notice in his hair, too many dark shades blended together to tell which parts fluff up or twist sporadically. He's the type to look dangerous at first glance, sharp features and burning eyes that solder fear into your heart. But he's nothing without a fearless leader to command him. He is a right-hand man but nothing more. It does not make him useless, just troublesome.

"No, not yet," You look back at Dream, smiling with no emotions. He doesn't look different, still staring at you indescribably, just with his lips twisted down and pressed into a thin line.

{《☆》}

A fight breaks out at night. It shocks you awake as your bed shakes with the force of a body slamming into it. People are screaming, crying, bleeding out in front of you. The sheets you were sleeping on are white but the floor around you is not so lucky.

Dodging past a crazy person whose attacking wildly, you spot the two main groups attacking each other. Sharp edged bottles cracked up for weapons, metal bars from the beds gripped tight in small hands.

You squint down at them, stepping closer to the scene. Dream, George, and 034 are leading the fight, all sporting weapons against the relatively young adults that make up L'Manburg, carving lines into cheeks and stabbing shallow wounds into tripped people. You don't know if anyone even has a team when everyone's attacking at wild.

Kicking a bloodthirsty man towards the fight, he's taken down in seconds by an angry dutch man screaming something about furries. Blood pools around their body and you take the brief second to leap down and take their weapon off of them. Slick metal, dripping with blood, is wiped down with your shirt before you try using it. It wouldn't be useful if it fell out your hands the second you tried using it, would it?

You keep towards the outskirts, attacking anybody who gets close. They tend to scramble off quick enough, looking for bigger fish to fry. That is until an oddly tall British man leaps down from a bed and faces you.

"So, you're the person Dream's been trying so hard to get." 486 comments almost idly, bored in fact. "If I'm honest, you don't look like much. Too weak, don't look too smart, I'm honestly surprised you made it this far."

He's not entirely wrong. You hadn't entirely expected to make it this far either, after so much time spent not doing anything productive this felt like too much progress. It felt good to be good at something, but you're also struggling to keep it up.

"You're not all that either," You snap, aiming desperately for an insult to land. Your words sound so familiar to you and it takes you a second to realize they're words you tell yourself. "You're smart sure but your not a leader. Your followers won't respect you when you start losing. You're a phony."

486 grits his teeth as the words hit their mark, arms flexing as they grip their weapon tighter. "Shut up."

You dodge a hard swing, knowing now that you two are more alike than you had thought. You dig deep into the darkness of your brain, pouring every taunting insult you've been told into a mold for a weapon sharp enough to hurt 486. "Why? Afraid of facing the truth that you're building yourself too high. When you fall, no one is going to catch you."

"Shut up!" 486 yelled, face flushed a hundred shades of fury. They swing again and this time you cannot dodge their long arms. Large shards of glass stick out from your arm, cracks in the glass as you drop to the floor. 486 stands over you, looming with a wicked sneer. "You're just a pest. A stupid fucking-!"

Someone bodily slams into 486 with a battle cry, using their metal bed post to hold 486 prisoner against the wall. You take a harsh breath in, stilted like the fear ripped your lungs open. As you open your eyes again, George is standing in front of you. He smiles, a cheeky little smug smile that flushes his cheeks pink. "Saw you needed some help, it's not too early is it?"

"Right on time," You said with an airy breath. George reached down and pulled you up, his soft hands cold against yours carefully. He didn't let go and neither did you. "I'm very much reconsidering my neutral stance," Glancing back at George, you smirked a bit. "After all, I need my knight in shining armour to keep me safe."

George laughed, his cheeks alight with embarrassment. Brushing it aside for his own good, he smiled, "I'm glad you've decided to join."

Looking over at 034, he was wiping off sweat as 486 scrambled towards 213. They looked up, meeting your eyes and smiling. "Glad you're alright now, you looked pretty shit during that. I mean, you're hot and all but blood doesn't look good on anyone." They shake their head before laughing. "So, where's Dream?"

George shook his head fondly, "You're an idiot, Sapnap."

Sapnap grinned, sharp-fanged and welcoming. "You love me."

"Go away," Letting go of your hand, George pushed Sapnap's face away roughly. As Sapnap ambled back to Dream, George looked back at you. Softening, he smiled sweetly at you, raising a hand to brush someone's blood of of your face.  "I'm glad you're not just a number. Like, really glad."

You laugh and reach up to hold his hand, leaning into it more than socially acceptable. "I'm glad you aren't either." When you let go, George keeps your fingers linked. He bats away wild attacks, pulling you behind him often.

Dream meets your eyes as you walk into their metal barricade. Their stone cold face breaks into a smug little smile. "I told you so, George."

"Whatever, Dream, go get Ponk," George rolled his eyes, meeting your eyes as Dream happily ambles towards another fellow.

The brunet rolls his eyes fondly. "Dream's prideful. He was so sure you'd join us."

"Well I did, so he's not wrong." You look over at the man whose face seems to be naturally blank. He looks back and as both of your eyes meet he smiles, a softer but very wrong look from the man.  Maybe he's just one of those people with a creepy smile. That does sound fitting.

There is a certain relief that comes with being able to let others make your choices. Having people stare at you, expecting and waiting, it makes your skin itch with the weight. Sapnap seems to feel the same, watching Dream, who takes the feeling in stride and thrives, waiting for an order to attack, to wait, to sleep, anything. It's sort of like he's a puppy.

Smiling at your own thought, imaging Sapnap with floppy dalmatian like ears, you slump back into George's shoulder. The brunet doesn't seem to care, too busy wiping blood off of his metal pole. Sapnap looks over, meeting your eyes with his own wide smile. Definitely a dog-boy.

"The fighting seems to be dying down," Dream says, looking down at you from where he now stands at your side. They twist their pole in their fingers, like it's easy to manipulate in theihands. "You two can rest. Me and Sap can take the first shift."

"Thanks Dream," George says, instantly standing to curl in the bed withing the fort. "Come on, Y/N."

"Alright," You stand, brushing dust off of your bloody clothes. Maybe it was counter-productive. "Thanks for the save again, Sapnap."

"Anytime handsome," He laughs, nodding you away to sleep.

Pillow next to George's, you think that maybe you should've joined sooner.

{《☆》}

[And then Dream betrays you all and goes on to die at Tommy's hands in the last game. /j]

[Second post this week wtf happened to having an upload schedule me. Anyway next post should be a little mermaid au with *someone* I'm not sure yet I'm already 1.5k words in ahdkgakf]

[Just as a forewarning! Uploads are out of order so something I said a chapter ago could've been from months ago! I'm thinking of adding dates to my post just so everyone is aware that somethings I've said are out of date! Also please keep commenting some of you are funny af]

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❤ Travel Pack

Request by @blynxism: “woaaohhh :O wtf bad is so cute 😭 literally everything you do is awesome. wouldnt mind if i had to wait for a part 2” Part 1

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Description: You and Cairo decide to continue traveling with the muffinteers. But you never expected to be so soft for them. (Romantic Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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You had woken up bright and early, still hovering around until Cairo had woken up, stretching xyr arms and hitting the tents walls. She started crawling to leave the tent, hair still fluffed up, messy with the signs of xyrs long rest.

You followed after her, doing a small stretch of your own. Tents like those were nice enough but they still left such a crick in the neck. Patting down some of xyrs hair for xyr, she batted your hand away before you both started walking towards Bad and George, who were poking at a fire.

"Good morning," She said mid-way through a yawn.

"Good morning!" Bad smiles widely, straightening his back and tilting his head up to smile at you too.

"Morning," You say back, taking a seat next to George who offers you a small smile but seems too tired to do anything more. Cairo takes the seat next to you, bodily leaning against you with xyr feet propped up on the trunk across from you.

"What's for breakfast," She asks.

Bad shrugs, looking at the food tucked neatly into one bag. "Probably eggs and some berries from the forest. Dream and Sap went foraging maybe 20 minutes ago? They should be back soon."

You gave him a nod as your sister combed down xyr hair with xyrs hand. Cairo blinked over at George, who blinked back. "You're pretty."

George shrugs, "I know."

Cairo nods, turning to talk to Bad. You look over at George, brow raised. The brunet smirks at you, rolling his eyes softly. "I get a lot of compliments. Although I haven't gotten one from you yet."

"Do you want me to tell you something you already know?" You lean closer, until your lips brush past his cheek and your breath heats up his ear. "Sounds likes someone's a little cocky."

When you pulled back, George's cheeks were tinged pink with a deep flush that spread all the way to his ears. You smiled and turned back towards Cairo, who was at Bad's side, poking at the eggs.

"Get away from those before you burn them," You say, nudging her with your foot, even if it was a bit of a stretch. Cairo scoffs, kicking you right back.

"I try doing something nice for you once," She pouts, turning to Bad to get him on xyr side. "I might've burned his tent down but I was trying to be nice for his birthday! It cancels out! Right?"

"Uhm," He looks between the two of you, obviously torn. Slowly, he looks over at George, who offers absoloutely no help, and back at you. Finally, relief bursts over his face. "Dream! Sapnap! You're back!"

"Yeah?" Dream stretched out, eyeing the demon curiously. He turned to George as he got closer, handing off a bag half-full of sweet berries. "Why do you sound so happy?"

"No reason, none at all!" Bad says with a rapid nod of his head. You snicker a bit, trying to hide a grin behind your hand. Cairo turns to you with the same grin, one that catches George's attention, who rolls his eyes with a smile. He turns back around, cheeks flushed. "I can hear you two."

"Whoops," You shrug, moving to make space for Cairo to sit. She takes the seat happily, a plate of eggs that she had definitely stolen from Bad's pan.

"Wha-!" Bad drops down into his seat by the campfire, pouting. "You're all a bunch of muffinheads."

"Muffinfucks," Sapnap mocks in a high-pitched voice.

"Language!" Bad gasps, snatching the bag of apples out of Sapnap's hand, swatting at his arm. Sapnap takes the seat across from you with a sweet smile, waving quickly before Dream sits down.

The voices are oddly quiet today, even as Dream offers you a polite good morning and his face lights up when Sapnap ropes him into talking over sword strategies. It's weird but you won't look a gift horse in the mouth, wrapping an arm around Cairo's shoulders as xyr takes the opportunity to make fun of George.

You pop a few sweet berries in your mouth and relax. You still have to ask Cairo about traveling with the group but something tells you xyr is going to agree.

{《☆》}

After you talked with Cairo and she gladly agreed to travel with the group, it's been interesting to say the least.

Traveling with the "Muffinteers" (their self appointed and very odd name) was nice. Not overly amazing. They managed to rope you into arguments every 5 minutes and Dream still got inbetween you and Sapnap whenever you talked. But it was definitely not your worse experience. It couldn't be that bad with Bad and you bonding over limited medical knowledge and when you teased the group with Cairo's help.

Your voices were a lot quieter around them, which you have yet to decide was good or bad, but they always did agree that the group was good for you. (Also that they were unfairly good looking, which you decidedly agreed with.)

It was almost depressing when you finally arrived at the Antartic Empire, Cairo on Bad's back and George at your side. Sapnap and Dream followed behind you both, carrying most of the luggage after you and George managed to sweet talk them enough. The look on Bad's face when you made a few shameless remarks to Sapnap was enough to make a god laugh.

You set up in a motel for one final night, fixing up the room you had gotten. There was a door connecting you to the Muffinteers room, one that was lockable from both sides (though you were close enough now that it didn't really matter to lock it). Cairo had knocked out on one bed instantly, leaving you on the other, staring at the ceiling in restless focus.

You got up, cringing at how cold the floor was but slowly starting toward the shared door anyway.

When you opened it you came face to face with Bad, who was seemingly just stood in front of the door, contemplating. "Bad?"

He jumped, barely registering that you had opened it. Too lost in thought, apparently. He cleared his throat softly, cheeks flushed an adorable pale white. "Y/N, I didn't know you were awake."

"Couldn't sleep. And you...?"

He clasped his hands together in front of him, hesitating. "I couldn't sleep either. I kinda got used to sleeping near you muffinheads."

Now that he brings it up, you had gotten used to it too. After traveling for weeks together it felt odd not sleeping near at least two other people. Or hearing Sapnap's obnoxious snoring even through the tents. You kept the door propped open, leaning to make room for Bad to walk in. "The bed in my room's pretty big, we could share. Wouldn't do us any good to lose a night's rest, would it."

"True," Bad muttered, face still flushed. Softly you both walked back to your bed, peeling back the blankets. Bad hesitated before lying down, not looking anywhere near your face. "Goodnight."

Shifting your shoulders slightly you melted into the bed. Softly you mutter back, "Goodnight."

{《☆》}

"Whose going to wake them?" Someone whispered.

"I'm not doing it!" Another voice harshly chimed in, quietly yelling.

"Geez you guys are cowards," A third voice said. So many voices talked back and forth around you. You groan, pressing your face into your pillow. It's very warm but not super comfortable, you can't find it in you to care, pressing your cheek into the rising surface.

"Move out of the way," The third voice says and finally they fall quiet. With some shuffling, you can rest without the background noise bugging you.

"WAKE UP!"

You jerk upwards, pushing off your pillow with no resistance. It feels like whiplash how quickly you turn to face your michevous friends with an ever present scowl. "Wha–!"

"What were you muffinheads thinking!" Bad yells next to you. You cringe away, shock flooding your veins before you reel yourself back to the present. Bad looks similarly put off, though he's more focused on scolding the idiotic boys.

Ha the dream team look like pissbabies

Bad's kinda... ya know?

all of us are going to hell

we're already dead dumbass

poor bby sapnap looks like a kicked puppy ;-;

KekW

You look over and Cairo is still dead asleep, not rustled one bit. Turning back, George gives you a wicked grin, ignoring Bad. "Welcome back to the land of the living, sleeping beauty."

"Aw you think I'm pretty," You stretch your arms up, mid-yawn. The group is politely looking away from you, faces pink (or in Bad's case, pale). You try to pretend that it's easy pulling away from Bad's oddly magnetic warmth and smile at Sapnap and Dream. "Morning, did you need something?"

"Not really just... wanted to know if you were coming down for hotel breakfast?" Sapnap says, glancing over at the other two for help. When they offered none he just smiled wider at you to cover his nerves. "I mean,, you're a snack but breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

You roll your eyes with a laugh, the dream team shuffling back as you stand. "Yeah yeah, sure. Lemme just wake Cairo."

{《☆》}

There is a moment when you're standing at the top of the world, flying through the clouds. it usually comes right before the world remembers you need to follow the laws of gravity, a brief second of flightlessness before you're dragged down.

You've been on top of the world since the voices started quieting down. Cairo's been looking happier in the last few weeks than she had been in months. Everything was good. So good in fact, you forgot there'd have to be a fall.

It started after breakfast, you were being dragged by Cairo to a market stand because they were selling socks and she was insistent on having new ones. If you weren't sure that your family in the city would have a room for you, you would've saved it for restocking food.

While you were haggling for a lower price someone bumped into your back. The crowd is full of people and bumping into people while walking isn't uncommon but it's something about this time that made your skin crawl. Voices pounded your head, overlapping with hundreds of different thoughts until one struck gold.

LOOK BACK

You whirled around, foot skidding a bit before you catch yourself. The thief pretends not to notice, they must've thought they got away with it.

RED WOLF

You take a step forward, hands wrapping around a thin pale wrist. You hold even as they twist, realizing you knew. The voices won't let you let go. They look scared out of their wits for a second, pale blue eyes glimmering with tears.

HE IS NEAR

"Y/N?" The thief says hesitantly. "I didn't..."

They don't look familiar to you but your name from their lips, voice smooth and knowable, knocks sense back into your brain and you let go. They reach up to rub at their wrist, Cairo's pink pouch dangling in his fingers.

You reach out to grab it, fingers skimming the fabric before you're thrown to the ground.

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

The voices fight in your head, only disorienting you further. Two voices call your name, too muddled in the cacophony that's pounding your ears.

GET UP

The world is blurry, black dots staining your vision. Your fingers dig into dirt as you get yourself on your hands and knees, heaving.

DODGE

You drop your arm and roll to the side, narrowly missing a thin silver blade that cracks the ground where your chest once was. The world shifts again and you're a lot less balanced against the ground than you should be.

RED WOLF. RED. BLOOD. CLAWS. MOVE. BLOOD. RED WOLF. MOVE. TEETH. BITE. RED. SHARP.

MOVE!

You lose feeling in your fingers and kick up your feet, you push off against someone's chest and roll to a kneel. People are talking, screaming maybe, you can't tell when the voices in your head scream louder.

There is a stand next to you selling decorative weapons and you pick up a gold sword. It's pretty shabby, wouldn't last long with actual use, but it's enchanted with sharpness 2. You palm the handle a bit, hands sweatier than they've ever been before.

They're a blur of motion and you raise your sword and blunt their attack with a strangled cry. You can hear Cairo and Sapnap yelling for you. They must have lost you in the commotion. The brief distraction let's your attacker slice a thin line into your shoulder and you kick their leg out, stumbling to get back to Cairo.

When the person who attacks you gets to their feet they follow in second. They manage to whirl you around. Your heart stops for a second, stinging with phantom pains. They huff in place, face stony as it looks over yours. Red eyes meet yours with a knee-buckling lack of recognition.

"Technoblade," You mutter to yourself as a last observation before the world tilts to the side and you crash into the weapon stand.

{《☆》}

"Who the fuck do you think you are you," A voice, familiar British tilt bristling with venom. They're oddly close, smoothly pressing into raw ears. "You were the one that attacked him in the first place. You think you have the right-!"

"George," Bad cuts in, voice just as stone-cold but softer still. He's so close that the water that's been clogging your ears clear just to listen. "Don't be too loud, you'll wake him."

"He's got a point," Dream pipes in, farther away. It makes something in you croon sadly. Soft steps get further away from you before stopping suddenly. "You hurt Y/N. Why would we trust you're being truthful. I mean, cousins? Don't make me laugh."

"I didn't know it was Y/N, I just saw him hurting Tommy and I-"

"Tommy stole from him!" Dream scoffs, voice heavy and loud. It drops suddenly and there are footsteps coming closer until a hand is hovering over yours, hesitating. "You caused this, Blood God."

Things start going fuzzy again and you don't like it. You reach up to Dream's hand and tighten your grip. It's nice, it feels like a tether. Still, you're cold though so you whine. Something to be embarrassed about when you're fully awake, of course. "Co—ld..."

"Aww isn't that adorable," George coos mockingly. His voice gets further away as he walks away, another pair of heavier footsteps seemingly dragged behind him. "Let's go Blood God."

"I'll go get another blanket," Bad says, fixing your two blankets to be tucked around you. You still haven't opened your eyes but you can imagine the look he shoots Dream. "Have fun cuddling."

You can also imagine Dream's response vividly, a roll of those pretty green eyes while his lips tug into a small smile anyway. He doesn't say anything, simply settling in a chair beside you, hand still tight around yours.

"I thought we were gonna cuddle," Your words are a bit loopy as you turn on your side to face him, eyes barely peeking open. The world is a lump of colours and yet you could not see him more clearly.

"Oh come on," Dream scoffs and this time you can see the way he rolls his eyes, freckled cheeks puffing out in embarrassment and exasperation, lips tilted into a thin little smile. You pull your blankets up and gesture to the empty space. He shakes his head but you know he's already broken. With a bit of struggle, he clambers into your bed and retucks the blankets around the both of you.

As he settles into the cozy space, you're both facing each other. Maybe it's the loopiness still messing with your brain but he looks adorable with his hair tousled like this. You can't help yourself from reaching up to touch the fluffy blond strands but Dreams hand reaches for your wrist, holding it gently inches away with flushed cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"You look soft," You mumble and without more preamble reach for his hair again. Miraculously he doesn't stop you this time, a large bridge of blush spread over his nose all the way to his ears. Dream closes his eyes, holding his breathe as you slowly card through his soft hair.

You drag your nails across his scalp lightly and he physically melts, face unfurling with a soft trust like a flower in bloom. You smile, closing your eyes and continuing to run your hand through his hair. You don't remember how, everything feels just a bit disconjointed, but your legs are tangled up with Dream's, one hand resting gently on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. You can feel nothing but warm when he wraps his arms around you, holding you for no reason but he can.

You're still soaking up the touch, lounging across him with a languid body when Sapnap, and Cairo walk in. You peaked your eyes open to see who it was and then went back to resting next to Dream.

"Alright Y/N, we've got you a..." Sapnap's jaw was on the ground, his brain fumbling so hard to remember what he was doing. "Blanket. Got you a blanket."

"Wow Y/N," Cairo says, walking over. You can hear the grin in her voice and so you open your eyes as she steps up to Dream's side of the bed. Xer eyes are puffy and red, cheeks wet with tears. "Never thought I'd see the day you and Dream made up."

Wordlessly you reach out and cup her cheek, cooing at how easily she melts into. Xyr lips tremble softly. Slowly, like she's nervous about speaking, she starts. "Sorry I didn't... You— looked dead. We got there and I thought you..."

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm okay," You shush xyr, brushing soothing lines on xeir cheek. She sniffles heavily, taking a deep breath in. "I'm alive, Cairo. I'll always be here, sweetheart."

"Yeah," She nods after a second. "Sorry just give me a second."

"Sooooo," Sapnap starts in the lull. He lifts the blanket with a bit of effort, showing off the softness. "Blanket or no blanket?"

You roll your eyes, relaxing back into Dreams chest. His arms reflexively tighten and you realize distantly that he's asleep. "Yes, Sapnap. C'mon over."

He seems to bounce over happily, throwing the blanket over the two of you and moving to tuck you guys in.

"Nope," You happily say, grabbing Sapnaps wrist and dragging him over to sit on the bed. You throw a leg over him and his face is already ablaze with a harsh blush. "Cuddle time."

"Wha—dude!" He frowns, looking awfully shy for someone like him. "You're already cuddling with Dream. This bed isn't big enough."

"We'll squeeze in," You say pushing his shoulder down to rest on the bed. When he still doesn't look completely convinced, you pout. "C'mon Sap, you're not really going to tell the injured guy he can't get any cuddles. Please, Sappy."

"Aww okay," He huffs, not looking at your face. "As long as you guys don't mind."

"Just go to bed, Snapmap," Dream groans, turning to hide his face in the back of your neck. You open your arms and Sapnap burrows himself into your chest, mumbling something softly under his breath before he relaxes.

You drift off to sleep again, brain humming in satisfaction.

{《☆》}

[I wanted this to be longer but I had to keep the Tumblr line limit in mind ueueueu]

[I spent so long working on this because I procrastinated and hit a major writers block until yesterday. But yes I fit in a bunch of flirting this time, yay, and also managed to fit in the subplot of SBI being your distant family you haven't seen in ages :D.]

[The amount of cuddling in this is because I crave physical contact rn so I'm projecting. Anyway have a great day, have water, eat something, get some good dozing in. I love you all /p!]

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how they asked you out

pronouns: they/them summary: how the different members of the dream smp asked you out. requested: no a/n: tysm for 200 followers! + preference requests are open! tw: some swear words wc: 0.6k including: dream, george, sapnap, quackity, karl, wilbur

dream:

it was obvious dream was into you, anyone could tell, he just acts vv different with you compared to how he acts with everyone else

he decided to give you a challenge!! if you beat him in bed wars he would do whatever you wanted, but if he won, you would go on a date with him. clay had NEVER been so focused in his entire life

you lost (oh well, it's not like you did it on purpose... right?) and he was like "well, about that dateeeeee ;)" and you could just tell that he was being serious

george:

bby boy was v nervous and had to call dream and sapnap before he told you for an extra boost of confidence (dream wasn't much help, but nick tried his best)

you were staying with george for a while (alex/karl meet-up type beat) and it was going good but he didn't want to ruin it :( but when you finished your first of many livestreams, you both sat down and started watching a movie. you were both sitting awfully close and he sort of just spurted it out by accident

he was vv flustered, but luckily you felt the same <3

sapnap:

ngl, out of everyone, he would be the most anxious to tell you he likes you and i stand by that

you were both spending a night out in the town and sapnap was debating if it was a date or not, he kept zoning out (which definitely concerned you) but he was just vv deep in though and kept overthinking ever little thing

towards the end of the night he straight up said "thanks for the date" and his face FELL and he was just stuttering out apologies, but you were vv happy that he saw it as a date bc you did too!! that was his way of telling you his likes you <3

can you tell that i love him?

quackity:

we can all agree that alex gives MAJOR jealous vibes (seen on the stream he did with bad recently) and when he saw you on call with bbh in your OWN free time- he flipped!

you were a bit upset and confused to why he was being so hostile and he was pissed that he had to spell it out. so quackity sat you down and told you how he felt, and how he felt when you were talking with darryl :/

it was a very angst to fluff moment, but it all worked out in the end!!

karl:

after a while of being an official member of the mrbeast crew, karl decided that he wanted to tell you how he feels since chris convinced him that you may feel the same

jimmy made this whole ass plan (great wingman) as a way for karl to confess to you !! he wanted it to be big :) fireworks! lights! the whole eight miles! and when you arrived, chris, chandler and jimmy launched the fireworks which spelled out 'i like you! - k' and you just KNEW what the 'k' stood for

very giggly hugs and cheek kisses!

fuck, i've made myself sad with my own writing

wilbur:

this boy KNEW you liked him but was just waiting for the perfect moment to tell you that he felt the same!!

it was on a road trip, (stream now!) his hand was on your upper thigh and the music was softly playing on the radio and he sort of just glanced at you and told you how he felt. SUPER nonchalant about it, but inside he was nervous

it was a very memorable moment and overall adorable <3

he's so cute pls-

Sorry for the long wait! Here's the long awaited headcannons!

MCYT react to Neon-Beatboxer Reader

Ft- C!Technoblade, Bench trio, C!Philza, NTT!Brutus/Orpheus, Accelerate Dream Team.

C!Technoblade

Now he doesnt really get it at first, like why so...neon

Like in regular daylight it kinda looks strange but then he saw you at night and was like "ohhhhh ok"

He honestly loves the style and is down with dying his hair again to make it glow in the dark, it'll just take alot of convincing lol.

The beat-boxing part though.

He is all for it. Loves the competitions and there is a really reaallly slim chance of him joining in. Never zero though so you test your luck ALOT.

Graffiti is his favorite part over all.

He loves the designs and colors. He may even let you graffiti his builds a bit if you beg enough.

So overall he loves the aspect of it all and would try it out himself sometime.

10/10 he loves it.

Bench Trio

They love your clothes like they think you are so cool. New role model acquired!

If you do underground secret (maybe illegal) Beat-boxing championships they will BEG you to go!

Especially Tommy.

Now if you do cave in then they will again beg you to dress them up appropriately for the championship, neon body paint, glow up eye contacts, temporary glow up hair dye and all the glow up clothes! Maybe even some glow up graffiti paint cans.

They are so hyped during the whole thing! Especially if you are in the championship!

They cheer the loudest for sure!

If you let them do graffiti for a bit afterwords they are gonna be so excited! signing their twitch/youtube names and all.

Be prepared for Tommy to tell sbi though and being a babysitter the whole time lol

9/10

C!Philza

You already know the drill with dadza.

He goes full parent mode making sure the body paint and hair dye isnt lethal and making sure you stay out of trouble.

But other then that hes chill.

No he wont dye his hair but he will entertain your ideas by painting his nails glow in the dark green and putting on glow body paint on his hands.

Best know he will show up to every championship ship to make sure you stay safe but he does enjoy it non the less.

He does have sensitive eyes though so he wont stick around for to long but he will be there most of the time.

If he can't make it he'll just send one of the sbi to watch you. (never tommy though, hes learned the hard way)

9/10 hes chill

NTT!Brutus/Orpheus

The moment you guys started getting along is the moment he knew you would rope him into something like this.

He does like it dont get him wrong, he even drags his band members to the championships and does all the get up. He does like to use the getup as an excuse to cosplay himself though.

His scars are is neon and glowing.

He even adds the pink hair strip. He blends right in with the crowd lol

but he is responsible and makes sure you are alright and he is the getaway driver when the feds show up to crash all the fun.

He loves your style and is shocked to find out your hair dye isnt temporary

he also thinks your beat-boxing is really cool and fun.

10/10 best getaway driver ever

Accelerate! Dream Team

They LOVE your style so much!

They also ADORE your car. (which is neon (f/c) and glows)

You obviously met at a race so they were really hyped when they saw a new competitor/racer

After the race they had went up to your car and knocked on the window to try and greet you.

When you got out of the car they were flabbergasted by your style, you were in full outfit ready to go to your underground championship. Glowing hair,body paint eye contacts outfit and all.

They immediatly knew they needed to go where-ever you were going so they introduced themselves and asked where you were heading, you took them to the championship and they loved it!

Sapnap got bodypaint that made him look like he had lava all over.

Dream just stuck with the green glow eye contacts

while george did the glow up nail polish and blue splotches of body paint on his face and the rest is history.

Sapnap definitely joins in on the beat-boxing championship though lol

11/10