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julibeeline · 2 years

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hey! okay so dream said that he gets really heated in arguments and says stuff he doesn’t necessarily mean but after the arguments done and it’s been a couple hours he feels really bad about what he says and apologises, do you think you could write something based off of that? if you could include something like he leaves the house for a while and comes back to see you asleep on the couch after waiting for him? going. From angst to fluff

while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.

[cc!dreamwastaken x reader]

a/n: this one took a while, thanks so much for the request, it was fun to write :) enjoy <33

you could sense dream’s sour mood from the moment you walked into the living room. the evident frown on his face and his stiff body was not something you were used to. you slowly sat down on the couch next to him, gently brushing his shoulder up and down.

you had just finished an smp stream with george, just messing around the server and making joking comments here and there. but to dream, however, just looked like a bunch of bullshit.

the continous,

“hey y/n look what i got for you!”

“george touch me again and i will kill you with my sword”

“we make a good team y/n”

really set dream’s temper off to its finest.

he backed away from your touch, looking at you with pure rage and distress.

“hey baby, whats wrong? d’ya wanna grab food maybe? or we can just watch a mov-“

“im not really in the mood right now, y/n. cant you tell?” he says, catching you off guard with his harsh tone. he saw the look of panic on your features for a split second.

“okay, then tell me whats going on.”

“its not like you would care anyways” he mumbles. since when did he get so bitter? you swore he was in a good mood, peppering kisses all over your face just before you left to george’s stream; less then 2 hours ago.

“is this about the stream? is something bothering you clay?” you ask.

“of course its about the fucking stream y/n. take a goddamn hint.” his voice raises, harshly standing up in defense as you remain seated on the couch alone. you lift your head up to see his hands wavering all over the place.

“its about george. and its always about george for you isnt it? do you even like me? WHY ARE EVEN WITH ME IF YOURE GONNA SPEND HALF YOUR TIME TALKING TO GEORGE!” the words come spewing out of his mouth at a fast pace, too fast you almost couldnt catch them.

“what are you talking about?” you say, the temper building up in your chest. the pressure and anger let out of you making you feel unsteady.

“JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!” dream shouts. hes never shouted before.

“i couldnt care less if you left me for george, i dont even care about our relationship anymore. you ruined it, y/n. you ruined our relationship and days go by where im left wondering when youre gonna break up with me.” he walks around the living room in rage, the eeire silence felt too loud.

“go back to your stupid fucking streams with him. im going to take a drive.” he mumbles walking towards the door, grabbing the car keys off the counter.

hot tears blurred your sight, it all happened so fast. his words felt like a knife in your heart; you couldnt bare to take it out. those nasty words that were directed to you made you want to slap him across the face.

and so you started crying. as much as you wanted to cry your heart out, the only thing that came out of you was a silent sob. your body shook on the couch as you dropped your head to your knees, rocking yourself back and forth. your breath shuddered as it became harder for you to calm down.

as dream threw opened his car door, he ran his hands through his hair taking in a deep breath. he took the argument too far, his plans to carefully confront you about it had been buried inside his chest the moment you came out of the room. he sat in the drivers seat for a second, before turning the keys and drivng out of the house.

over time, the burning anger in his chest died down. but as it happened, the guilt built up. he thought back to his words, furrowing his eyebrows as he replayed each and every word in his head. everything he said was out of pure anger; “the heat of the moment” as some would say.

he cared about the relationship. for fucks sake, he cared so much. but when he felt your attention shift from him to george every single day, he couldnt help but want you to feel the same betrayal. the jealousy in his throat every time you called, texted or even talked about george in front of him got too much to handle.

he turned the music up, stressfully tapping the side of the car handle. he tried to slow his breathing and stop the tears from clouding his vision, but it seemed to have no use. he pulled over to the side of the empty, dark road.

and then he let the tears fall. he sobbed into his hands. the fear of you leaving him made him say it to you; he wanted you to feel the fear of him leaving you. if you did care, that is.

I thought I couldn't love anymore

Turns out I can't,

but not for the same reasons as before

I use everyone I ever meet

I can't find the perfect match

Abuse those I love

While I ostracize the ones who love me,

Back

On the path of least resistance

I find myself salting the Earth

Every time that I miss you

I feel the way you hurt

And I don't deserve you

You deserve the world

Though it feels like we were built

From the same, dirt.

he turned the music off in fustration, clenching his muscles. he took a moment to calm down, his mind racing of things he should say to you when he got back. the apologies and the “please dont leave me, please forgive me’s”

by the time he reached the front door of the house, it was near midnight. he hesitantly turned the key and walked in.

and you were there. asleep on the couch with the tv silently playing in the background. as he got closer to you, he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and ones on the sleeves on your sweater. it made him want to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

you were awoken by a gentle shaking, as you looked up to whoever it was. it was dream. his eyes were red and his hair was messy, as he brought you into a hug the moment he saw your eyes open.

“im so sorry baby, i didnt mean any of it.” he cries. he sobs so hard on your shoulder before you can even process it. you rub his back as he struggles to speak, hicupps interuppting his words. “please dont leave me” he mumbles repeatedly.

“im not going anywhere, clay.” you say.

you werent ready to forgive him, you were ready to listen.

and he was ready to speak.

the kisses at night, cuddles before breakfast and the “I love you’s” in the car were too good to give up just yet.

#dream smp #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken angst #mcyt angst

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grace122 · 1 year

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the aftermath of lights out

(tw: blood, dead body, angst)

(prt 2 here)

“dream wake up" george sobs clinging to dreams bloody jumpsuit "please, please dream!” george can barely breathe as he starts to shake dreams lifeless body "WAKE UP" suddenly someone is falling to their knees beside him, he looks and through tears he can see sapnap "dream! dream!" sapnap screams leaning over dreams body letting his tears fall and hit dreams pale face "who did this! who did it george!" sapnap cries grabbing george's face forcing him to meet sapnaps crying eyes "i do-don't know!" george sobs letting go of dreams jump suit to weakly try pulling sapnaps hands off his face “we need to, we need to find them. WE NEED TO FIND THEM!” sapnap let’s go of george and stumbles to his feet, he wanders off clutching his chest and sobbing. George can only look back at dream’s lifeless body and sob quietly “i lo-love you dream, i’m sorry i never told you i loved you” george chokes out through sobs as he puts one hand on dreams cold face “i’m sorry i couldn’t s-save you… my sueño”

#grace talks #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken angst #georgenotfound angst #sapnap angst #dnf angst #grace is feeling angsty #graces fics

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simplyacerola · 1 year

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ya'aburnee — episode two

why did we do this?

pairing: manhunt!dream x gn!reader

pronouns: you/they

warnings: PLEASE READ

word count: 2.2k

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the transport truck bumps over every single rock on the path, your head hitting the blackout windows. the interior is dark, save for a light screwed on the ceiling, and reeks of metallic blood. the manhunt organizers separated the hunters with a chain barrier, and you can see them huddled together. occasionally, one of them would glance your way.

dream sits across from you, belted to the seat. he only has his cloak, mask left behind. “do we have a plan?” you speak hushed, just low enough for dream to hear.

“nope,” he states simply, arms crossed casually. as if he’s not anxious at all.

your mouth falls open slightly, brows furrowed. unlike his demeanor, you can feel the lead pit of anxiety in your stomach. it bounces around every time the damn truck jolts. “what do you mean no?” your voice is louder this time, catching the attention of one of the hunters—recognizably sapnap.

“we don’t have a plan because it’s a random place. there’s no way of knowing what we’re up against. all we know is that we have to survive and defeat the ender dragon.” you knew that every hunt was different, but not to this extent. dream described how they rebuild strongholds and relocate ender portals in new environments. the organizers even revive the ender dragon for each hunt, just to be killed again. you can’t help but pity the dragon, yet you have to kill it anyway.

dream goes silent when the truck stops abruptly, sending you forward just to be caught by the belt. an organizer comes into the back of the truck, allowing a brief look to the outside. you were parked in an oak forest.

the organizer stops at dream first, and he immediately sticks out his left arm. the organizer takes a mechanism from their utility belt and inserts something into his skin. dream barely flinches, except for his eyes squeezing closed. the organizer hands him a device, then turns to you. “arm.” they state simply in a deep voice. you obey, sticking your non-dominant arm. the organizer replaces the wide needle and holds your arm with their gloved hand. you stare at their face to ignore the needle. they’re wearing a black helmet that prevents you from seeing their features. the only noticeable feature is a pair of brown eyes that flit to yours before suddenly injecting you.

you hiss in pain, the urge to retract your arm strong. even if you tried, you’re convinced the organizer’s grip is stronger. they pull out the needle, clean the blood with a single wipe, and holds out a device. “your transmitter. keep it with you at all times.” it looks like a watch, and they strap it to your arm before letting go completely. they unbuckle you from the seat and leave without another word.

“what did they inject us with? you didn’t tell me any of this!” you keep your voice down, glancing at another organizer strapping transmitters onto the hunters’ wrists.

“they’re trackers. it’s how the hunters follow us, one of them is given a compass that’s connected to our trackers. they also make sure we don’t run away completely before either dying or defeating the dragon.” dream gets up from his seat as an organizer opens the truck doors. he reaches for the two packs set out for you and offers a hand to you. “are you ready for this?”

you airly laugh, taking one of the packs and grabbing his hand. “what other choice do i have now?”

dream helps you down from the truck, turning away from the hunters filing out the other door. the fresh air smells amazing compared to the stench of blood coming from the truck. you stay close to dream as the organizers get into the van and drive away, leaving you and dream with the hunters. they stare at you, ready to run in an instant.

“so do we just run?” you whisper, looking at dream without moving your head from the hunters. you see him nod and slip his pack on. “when–”

“now!” he interrupts you, clutches your hand with the strongest grip you’ve ever felt, and bolts the opposite direction towards a cluster of oak trees. some of the leaves had fallen before you arrived, making the footsteps of the trailing hunters louder. it feels like they’re right behind you even though their voices are distant. dream continues to drag you, expertly shoving loose sticks and low-hanging apples into the opening of the bag on his back. your pack flies behind you with the speed dream pulls you at, but you manage to slip your free arm into one of the straps.

dream suddenly lets go of your hand and jumps on a tree trunk. “come on!” he called in a hushed yell before ascending. you look back for a moment, slipping your newly freed arm through the other strap. the hunters have separated, only sapnap and george continue to jog in the distance. with the amount of trees, there’s a chance you lost them briefly. you hop onto the tree trunk, digging your boots into the natural notches of the bark. you heave yourself by pulling on any nearby branch until dream’s cloak comes into view. he reaches his hand out again, pulling you the rest of the way up until you’re both sitting on the same sturdy branch.

your knees and hands burn from the rough texture of bark. the only noises are the background music of the woods, the far-away yelling of the hunters, and your combined heavy pants. through the leaves, you see sapnap and george pass by the tree and a small smile forms on your face. you finally look from the ground at dream, a cocky smile adorning his features. “i thought they had a compass?” you ask between breaths.

dream nods, throat bobbing. “only one of them has it. i assume bad, since he’s this hunt’s leader.”

“i think they split off. i only saw sapnap and george pass by.”

“that’s good for us—we have a headstart.” dream cracks his knuckles before descending the tree. you huff (you just got into the tree!) and descend after him. “we need to get flint and steel so we’re not out in pitch black,” dream’s voice is hushed, and you notice that he’s hyper-aware of his surroundings, head snapping to any crunching of leaves in the distance. “they don’t give us much, just a water canteen,” you rummage through your pack as you follow dream. “they want us to be killed by a hunter, not by natural causes.” dream jokes at the end.

you laugh through your nose, shoving your canteen into an easily accessible pocket. “we should find a water source before doing anything else.” dream looks back at you briefly as you talk, keeping the same pace as you. “i don’t want to drink from cave water. there should be some flint by the shoreline.”

dream agrees, leading you through the trees until the landscape transforms. what was previously dense trees and autumn leaves is now thick, tall grass. you hear a distant rush of water and see a river descending from a rock formation. the river underneath the waterfall is rushing steadily. dream crouches into the grass, pulling his canteen from the side of his pack. you follow suit just as dream halts all movement.

although you can’t see past the grass and dream’s ass in your face (but, who would complain about that?), you pause right behind him. you reach your arm out to steady yourself, the nearest thing being dream’s ass. you suppress any reaction when you hear voices in the distance. dream motions with his hand for you to stand next to him as he gets into a more comfortable position. you’re crouched next to him, hand now on his shoulder.

“they know we’re around here, but the compass doesn’t tell them our exact location,” whispers dream. though, calling it a whisper is being generous. through a split in the grass, you see one of the hunters—the cat, antfrost—point at the top of the waterfall and lead them in that direction.

“we need to hurry.” you urge dream ahead, poking your hands out just enough to dip your canteen into the river. quickly sifting through the gravelly shoreline, you feel a chunk of stone and pull it out. luckily, you pull out flint and lead dream out of the tall grass and into the safety of the dense oak forest. you stop to pick up wood for future use, dream looking back to where you left the hunters. you grab a low-hanging apple and bite into it carefully, shoving wood into your pack with the chunk of flint. you collect some decent-sized stones and hold them to put into dream’s pack.

dream interrupts your scavenging with a hand on your back. you whip your head to face him, seeing his finger pressed to his lips. you nod, motioning him to turn around to free your hands. he keeps his hand on your back, leading you to a small opening to a cave. dream’s footsteps are careful and silent, you stepping in his exact footsteps. the steps of the hunters are louder, but still far enough to not panic you (too much). their hushed voices prove that they’re trying to be stealthy but failing.

you and dream pick up speed, finding a smaller section of the cave to hide in and explore. the cave is dark, save for a small sliver of the remaining sunlight. the echos of the hunters bounce off the stone walls, reaching your hiding spot. dream’s hand touches yours with the proximity of your hiding place. taking a small chance (and ignoring your nerves), you lean into dream.

in the distance, you see red eyes glittering a few feet from dream. you nudge his hand, nodding your head to the creature. dream swears under his breath, “damn spider.” he reaches behind him into his pack, grabbing one of the stones you shoved in. gripping it tightly, he inches closer to the spider, rock ready to kill it. the spider pounces past him and directly to you. in surprise, you yelp before throwing the spindly and furry bug at the cave wall, stunning it just long enough for dream to crush its head his boot.

“did you hear that?” a british voice called—george. your body freezes in fear hearing the heavy footsteps of the hunters approaching. you turn to run the opposite direction, but dream stops ahead of you. it’s a dead end.

cornered beside dream, three of the hunters stream into the section of the cave. sapnap leads the charge with george and bad behind him. dream steps in front of you, still clutching the rock meant for the spider. he hurls it at the hunters, hitting george square in the face. the crunch of cartilage is followed by george’s cry in pain. bad stops to help george, but sapnap runs up to you and punches you in the stomach. you fall to the ground on your back, sapnap straddling you with repeated punches to the face. you lost track at five when dream kicks sapnap off your body, lifting you up with the boost of adrenaline. george clutches his nose and bad holds sapnap back, yelling for them to wait for the supplies the others are gathering. you hear sapnap’s muffled protests before dream carries you far enough away. you exhale through your nose, getting blood on dream’s cloak before fainting.

you wake to the splash of cold water on your face. your body jerks up, but you suppress a yell. dream sits next to you, holding his canteen and smiling sheepishly. “i didn’t know how to wake you. i need to clean you up and check your nose. sapnap landed some good punches.”

you groan, lightly touching your swollen nose. “trust me, i can feel it.” you notice a pile of ash in the corner of the cave, as well as a freshly sharpened sword and axe. next to dream sits both of the packs and a small knife. you reach into the pack, grabbing an apple and the knife on the floor. as dream wets the end of his long cloak, you slice a part of the apple and nibble on it. dream carefully wipes the blood from your face, his green eyes flitting in concentration.

“don’t scream.” he states simply.

your eyebrows furrow momentarily, about to ask why when dream pinches your nose and realigns it. your eyes squeeze shut and you feel more warm blood trickle through your busted nose. “shit dream.” your voice is high and raspy. dream leans back, slicing a bit of your apple off and eating it with a smirk.

“beautiful, good as new.” he states, wringing the rest of the moisture out of his cloak and leaning his head back to drink out of his canteen.

“are you flirting with me?” you jokingly ask, rubbing your sore nose with a smile.

dream scoffs, leaning back against one of the stone walls. “you finally noticed?” you roll your eyes, suppressing your true reaction of a racing heart and flushed face.

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cattoonxd · 2 years

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my screenshot redraw from las nevadas finale!! it kills me how c!quackity sees c!tommy as the pinnacle of being human

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justcallme-ange · 11 months

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It’s the same field.

Uncropped Mask Version-

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hellhammersbignaturals · 6 months

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Dream is the type of guy to get emotionally attached to a random cat that walked up to him on the street while he's on vacation and name it and bring it food and everything and then fucking sob when he realizes he can't take it home

#dream #dreamwastaken #There are some cats in front of my yard and I want to keep them so bad sorry for cat angst :(

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justalittlebitofblue · 1 year

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Quick dreamnap doodle, may make a full version eventually o7

#mcyt #fanart #art #mcyt fanart #dream #dream fanart #dreamwastaken #sapnap fanart #sapnap #squid craft fanart #squid craft games #squid craft 2 #dreamnap fanart #dreamnap #Angst

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miyani · 1 year

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Haha...so squidcraft...

#wow my first angst post #cw blood #im not sure how to tag cws on tumblr aaaa #art #fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanart #georgenotfound #georgenotfound fanart #dream fanart #dnf fanart #dnf #squid craft 2

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ador3him · 2 years

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Dream saying “where’s my goodnight kiss?” with F!Reader

pairing: Dream x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, use of dream and sapnaps real names

requested? yes by anon

word count: 759

a/n: I AM BACK KIND OF!!! 10/10 spots for the 150 event are FILLED WHATTTTTT. okay so i died for the weekend but I should be posting about 1-2 times a day hopefully. I have like 5ish more requests to do :) ENJOY!!

Being Sapnap's sister came with its perks. Constant support, a loving brother and someone who would buy you anything. However, he did have some downfalls, overprotectiveness was a large one. Almost always intimidating the guy she brought home or telling y/n in private that he got a 'weird feeling' every time.

So, when y/n met Dream, one of Sapnaps' roommate and best friend, she was quick to hide her undying attraction toward him. Dream did the same as he didn't want to ruin his friendship with Sapnap, for the longest time y/n and Dream stayed out of each other’s way when she was visiting. Dream would hide out in his room and y/n would beg Sapnap to take her out somewhere.

Sapnap was completely oblivious, that was until one-time he asked Dream to pick y/n up from the airport as he did something. At first, he tried to get George to, but he pointed out that he doesn't have a driver’s licence. So, reluctantly he agreed and picked her up.

"Dream? Where is Nick?" y/n looks behind him hoping to see her brother. "He had something to do and couldn't pick you up, so here I am!" Dream smiles a bit and takes her suitcases out of her hands leaving her with just her backpack. "Oh, I can take my suitcases I am not incapable," she laughs and goes to take them. "Nope, they are mine now. C'mon, Saps' car is just out here," Dream walked a bit faster to unsure y/n wouldn't try and take her suitcases back. She trudged on behind him, following him to the pitch-black Tesla her brother is in love with.

As they both made it to the car Dream placed her suitcases in the trunk and opened the passenger’s side door for her. “Thank you,” she whispered softly as she got in. He walked around to the other side and hopped in. “Should we go get some food? It’s almost lunch time.” He suggested whilst he drove out of the airport. “Sure,” she whispered again, his presence slightly intimidating her.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked looking over at her, her head was down looking at her fidgety fingers. y/n let out a breath that she was subconsciously holding in. “You make me kind of nervous in a good way, you know?” she squeezed her eyes shut unsure of what Dream’s reaction would be. Dream placed his hand on y/n’s knee and pinched it slightly to get her attention. y/n opened their eyes and looked over to Dream. “You also kind of make me nervous,” he smiled “in an amazing way,” he added. y/n sat there in awe of what she was hearing. Dream likes her back. Sapnap’s best friend likes her back. Fuck.

“Sapnap,” her mouth was agape in realisation that it would never work. “Oh? Oohh,” he understood almost immediately. “Can you keep a secret, darling?” Dream’s hand was now on her thigh softly caressing in. “Only if you can,” she retorted and placed her hand on top of his holding it.

Sapnap, George, Dream and y/n all sat together on the excessively large couch in the living room. Dream and y/n didn’t sit next to each other, their nerves of Sapnap finding out got to them. George sat next to her and Sapnap and Dream sat next to each other on the other end of the couch. They had been hiding their relationship for about 2 weeks now, y/n was meant to go home in another week, but Dream was trying to convince them otherwise.

“I am getting tired, I might go to sleep,” y/n yawned a bit patting Patches who sat comfortable on her lap. Dream watched in awe at his two girls. His two girls. Sapnap nodded and got up to say goodnight, y/n followed his suit. “Night, ugly. Sleep terrible,” he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her. Over Sapnap’s shoulder was Dream who blew a kiss at her ‘jokingly’. “Sleep well, y/n,” Geroge pipped. “I might go to sleep as well, have some editing to do tomorrow, c’mon I will walk you to your room, y/n,” Dream pulled y/n away from her brother and walked with her to the room that was allocated hers when Sapnap moved in.

“Goodnight, Dream,” y/n whispered. “Where’s my goodnight kiss?” Dream grinned slightly and leaned down connecting their lips together. “What the fuck? Get off my sister Clayton,” Sapnaps voice boomed down the hall followed by thumping footsteps. “Run!” y/n shoved Dream the opposite way.

That damn goodnight kiss.

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kenjo-arts · 2 years

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Researcher c!George, Mermaid c!Dream

#researcher gnf and mermaid dream au but make it horrible horrible angst #Dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf #dream smp au #what a thing to post on my brithday #happy birthday kenjo heres some angst lmaooo #mermaid!dream #dsmp #blood #kenjos art #au: boxed like a fish

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theredflagsjustlooklikeflags · 2 years

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Discipline (Yandere! C! Dream X Reader)

TW: toxic relationships, delusional mindset and yanderes

Dream was irritated. It was a long day. He had to deal with the problem child, Tommyinnit and his patience was becoming thinner by the minuete.

At least, he’d be back to his beloved soon. As Dream was making his way through the woods, he fantized what his return to the cottage would be like.

The masked man would slowly knock on the door twice. Then, (Reader) would swing it open, sporting a glowing smile. Dream’s face would immediately light up when he sees their contagious grin.

After, (Reader )would wrap their arms around his neck while he gently grabs onto their hips. He would take off his mask and then the two would then close the space between them.

He was knocked out of his delusions when he spotted (Reader) standing at the door with their desperately grasping the bottom of their shirt. Their gaze was fixed to the ground.

The man shook his head. What the hell where they doing out out of the cottage? He told them they weren’t allowed to step foot outside unless he was there. (Reader) was far to fragile.

He approached them in a hurry. His boots echoing on the ground. (Reader)’s head shot up.

Anger was present in their eyes. Why are they angry. He should be the one that’s angry. Dream should be enraged. How dare they disobey him, after everything he’s done for them.

His eyes narrowed as he towered over them.

“Dream.” (Reader) spoke as they stalked up to him with an intense glared present on their face. “Wh-“

“Get back inside.” He whispered in a tone so calm that it was eerie.

“No.” They stood their ground. He then leaned down and whispered

“(Reader), I’ll only say it once. Get your ass back in the cottage or their will be consequences.” He scolded them like one would a child.

“Fuck you.”

Dream’s lips formed a little smirk at their words. This was gonna be good. He thought he needed a break after dealing with To my, but maybe he truly craved was this.

“What did you say?” He said this while slowly advancing towards them.

(Reader)’s rage quickly morphed into fear as they backed up back inside the house.

Once he was in the house, Dream tore off his mask. He then, locked the door.

People needed discipline to stay discipline. Whether that be someone like Tommy or someone like (Reader). Dream needed to teach them. He needed to teach the world that no one talks back to him.

No one.

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simplyacerola · 2 years

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ya'aburnee — episode one

it’s just a game, darling

pairing: manhunt!dream x gn!reader

pronouns: you/they

warnings: PLEASE READ

word count: 1.3k

about: this manhunt is a mix of minecraft and reality. there is only one death per player, and the death is permanent. death in minecraft would translate to being injured in this au [aka george is constantly bleeding].

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it was supposed to be just a game. a simple game, not damnation. dragged through the night, through fire, to the end of the world. but, the twinkling stars are relieving. balms which heal littering scars, specks of light shimmering against the brutish darkness endlessly, endlessly. they don’t know of the burning of hell; they’re too distant. endlessly shining. i want to be amongst the stars, but only if i will see you after. once you join me, we will stray from this hellish game of life and stay amid the stars. endlessly.

the sun is hot, beaming down from the heavens and onto you, the one who didn’t think to bring any water during your unsuccessful hunt. admiring nature was one of the best parts of hunting, but in weather like this, you look forward to getting back to your village and sitting in the shade to enjoy a drink alone. the dirt and grass of the forest paths soon turn into the cobbled stones of town, your bow dragging behind you and bumping into the stones. you walk into a parlor, surprising the clerk with just an order of water. or perhaps the clerk is more surprised by your weapon and sweaty figure leaning against the counter.

you huff as you sit on a bench near the fountain in the center of the small town. your bow leans on your leg as you sip your water, savoring the coolness against the heat of the sun. why did you think hunting on a hot day was a good idea? at this point, lounging on a chair in the shade sipping a lemonade sounded marvelous. “hey, (y/n)!” you jump at the sudden greeting, though you immediately recognize the voice. you turn to see the most infamous resident of town, dream. you, according to dream, had the luxury of calling him your friend (though, he was the only person you spent time with).

“how are you not sweating to death wearing that mask?” dream laughs from under his permanent smile. in addition to his mask, he always adorned a hooded cloak to hide his appearance. he claimed it made him more ominous and desirable.

you only laughed at his response. “desirable?” is the only thing that can be made out in your fits of laughter. dream, during one of the only times of not wearing a mask, shoves you off your couch. “you’re an idiot!”

“but i’m your favorite idiot.” he waggles his eyebrows. “you can’t tell me i’m not desirable, though.” he was right, and your flushed face was proof enough.

dream swings himself from behind the bench and sits next to you. “i have a proposition,” he says casually, resting his arm behind you. your eyebrows shoot up, the possibilities of what he could ask running through your head. dream pushes his mask slightly to the side, making his maddening smile and eyes shine in the sun. “would you join me in the manhunt?”

you laugh before sipping more of your water, but dream’s expression doesn’t falter. “you’re serious?”

“well, yeah.” he absentmindedly scratched his chin. “i won the last manhunt and no one else has signed up for being hunted.”

scoffing, you say, “because, besides you, no one has a death wish.”

“there are more hunters for this manhunt, and with our skills combined, we’ll win. why not join, (y/n)?”

you turn your body to fully face dream. “because i don’t particularly want to die?” you laugh airly.

“you won’t! you’re nearly as talented at navigation and survival as i am.” you huff at his confidence, but his demeanor stays the same. “and it’s just a game.”

“just a game? like the hunger games is just a game?”

“oh, come on.” dream leans in, placing one of his hands on your leg. your eyes immediately flit to look at his hand. even though dream is trying to convince you to basically die, his way of begging is making your platonic relationship seem blurry. “i won’t let anything happen to you, and i’ve already gotten a win! it’s pure adrenaline, the hunters hold nothing back. and the cash prize doesn’t hurt either.” he flashes a devilish smirk.

dream has flirted with you in the past, though you always have to assume that it’s flirting. dream doesn’t act around others the way he acts around you. your mind flies between the potential cash prize, the natural and primal experience of the manhunt, and (most importantly) your feelings for dream. “fine, whatever.” you cave, causing dream’s hands fly up. he smiles widely in celebration. “you owe me! and i swear to god if i end up dying, i will mercilessly haunt you!”

“i’ll take that chance!” he laughs before digging into his cloak pocket. “i have the list of hunters–”

“you just assumed that i would join you in the manhunt?” dream pauses at your question, holding the crumpled paper in his hand.

“well, yeah. i’m pretty persuasive.”

“no, you’re insufferable.” you cross your arms across your chest as dream leans in.

“but you love me…” dream drags out teasingly, holding the paper in view. you distract yourself from thinking too deeply about dream’s words and focus on the paper. the title and description were regarding the manhunt and needing one more ‘hunted,’ dream’s name listed as the first. underneath were the list of hunters. “it looks like the leader of the hunters this time is bad. he’s a nice guy, but he won’t hold back against us. he’s taken out some hunted in the past.”

you look at dream without moving your head. “but not you.”

dream laughs lightly, “oh, now you’re stroking me ego?”

“not that you need it. go on.”

dream takes in a deep breath before continuing. “next is… george.” he chuckles. “george is smart, but he’s sometimes thoughtless and rash. he’s a good fighter but clumsy.”

“so he’s either going to be a pushover or hard to get away from?”

“right. honestly, i’m surprised he’s in this hunt since he got busted up so badly last hunt, but he tends to be a fan favorite.”

“he is cute…” you point to george’s printed picture and nudge dream’s shoulder with yours, but his only reaction is a quick flick of his tongue to wetten his lips.

“moving on,” dream pauses, finger landing on the text naming the third hunter. “huh. sam is new. i’ve heard he’s not as good at fighting, but really good at redstone traps and planning ahead.” the next hunter’s picture surprises you. “antfrost.”

“is that a cat?” you point to antfrost’s picture.

“yes, he’s a cat. but not a nice cat. he’s more of a background player, only been in a few hunts before. but he came out of nowhere with a kill a few hunts ago. we can’t underestimate him. and the final hunter is…”

you cut dream off, immediately recognizing the face and name of the hunter. “sapnap? oh shit, he’s the ruthless hunter, isn’t he?” you fully look at dream, worry taking over. sapnap would surely kill you, or worse, dream.

“we can take him.” dream meets your gaze, eyes filled with reassurance. “i’ve taken him before and only left with a scratch. we don’t even have to fight to kill at all, just need to fight to survive. sapnap is persistent, but that can be his weakness too. he gets cocky.”

you take in a deep breath, thinking over all the information dream listed. “and you think the two of us can take all five of them?”

“i do.” dream’s eyes are sincere (for once) and he leans forward slightly. “you and i make a great team.” his signature devilish smile spreads across his face.

“you’re as humble as ever.” you match his smile, pushing him playfully. you take the pamphlet out of dream’s hands and fold it. “i’ll sign up for your team, but i better not regret it.”

dream leaps from the bench, pulling his mask back on. “you won’t!”

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mvpfoolish · 1 year

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and everything has changed part 2 - dreamwastaken

word count 833 || part 1

You missed your Dream. Your Clay.

The one who would bring you home flowers with chocolate whenever you were feeling overwhelmed with work. The one who ran his hands through your hair whenever he could get the chance. The one who would sneakily steal little bites of your dinner, after saying he wasn't hungry. The one who would memorize your order at every restaurant you ever went to just in case your anxiety began acting up. The one who made sure you were always okay. Was that too much to ask?

Soon enough you placed yourself on the couch. Facing the back side of the couch, you hear someone walk through the front door.

"Honey I'm home!" Sapnap called out from the entryway. Taking off his shoes he moved into the living room. Sap glanced over seeing you laying down, he checked his phone before going to shake you awake.

"Wake up sleepy head, you're going to be late for work. I picked you guys' bagels on my way back here." Sapnap placed yours on top of your head, setting the others on the counter.

"I have the day off," You mumbled.

"Why aren't you sleeping in?"

It seems as though he and George had been oblivious to what was going on between you two.

"Can't."

"Why not? I can tell you're tired." So someone did notice. "Go cuddle with your boyfriend or something, I'm sure you'll fall right into a deep sleep."

You looked up at Sapnap, revealing your bloodshot eyes. "Dream told me that my whining and begging wasn't helping him with whatever he was doing," Your eyes began to water as you sat up, raising your voice. "Everything has changed Sapnap. He's different, and I don't know why, or what I did to make him act this way toward me."

"He said what?" Sapnap spoke with a mouth full of bagel.

"Can you guys keep it down I'm trying to sleep." Dream emerged from your shared bedroom.

You looked up at the man, biting your cheek in an attempt to keep your words in, failing of course. "Oh so now you want to sleep hm? As soon as I leave the goddamn room you think, 'Oh now would be a perfect time to sleep since my whinny partner left. They're not here to beg me for my attention or love on me as other pairs do.' Seriously Clay?"

"Can we not do this in front of Sapnap?"

"When else are we going to do it hm?" You stood up, setting your bagel on the coffee table. "You're always too busy with your online life Clay. I haven't had a real conversation with you in weeks. I-I don't even feel like I'm in a relationship anymore."

Dream walked down the stairs, shuffling his feet over to you. "Babe-"

You continued, "I went out the other night, the night that we were supposed to, I waited 45 minutes for you yet you never showed. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I started fucking crying, Clay. Some random guy came over and sat in front of me, asked me if I was okay, asked me questions, and walked me through my feelings. He made me feel more of a person than you have the past 6 months Clay."

"So you cheated on me?" Dream stepped back.

"That's all you took from that? Seriously? Not anything about my feelings or anything?" You slouched, sulking, looking down, and shaking your head. "I didn't cheat on you, I would never do that to somebody; especially someone who I care so much for."

You felt familiar arms wrapped around you, a hand going straight into your hair, forcing your head onto the familiar chest. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you, I do." Sniffles could be heard above your head. "I've been too busy wrapped up with my work and my feelings that I didn't even give myself time to think of yours."

Sapnap finished his bagel, "I'm gonna go stream now.." Sapnap grabbed his bottle of water and started sprinting up the stairs, Patches right on his tail.

Your tears soaked your boyfriend's t-shirt as he continued speaking. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me y/n, I need you; I want you, along with this relationship."

That night you lay in your shared bed, arms and legs tangled together. Finally warm, finally not having to pile pillows on top of each other, and finally, no longer scared of some monster that would crawl up and scare you while sleeping on your side. And to top it all off, a cup of coffee/tea right beside you on the table.

#dreamwastaken #dream x reader #dream smp #dream #dream imagine #dream angst #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction

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justcallme-ange · 7 months

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@simplepotatofarmer I was reading about the black dog au, and I had this thought about Dream’s mask.

It was partly inspired by that post you made on what his mask may look like. My idea was that it has an interchangeable mouth, so that Dream’s not “mean mugging” the syndicate while at meetings.

(this also feeds into another idea I have, but that’ll come later)

#black dog au #this au has me by the heartstrings #so much potential for angst #cdream #dreamwastaken #rivalsduo #rivals duo #my art

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cloudslostlibrary · 2 years

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New book notes have been found !

Book Title: Flinching During an Argument

Characters (separately): CC! Dreamwastaken, CC! Georgenotfound, CC! Wilbur Soot, CC! Karl Jacobs, CC! Sapnap, Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: You flinch in the middle of an argument with your partner (CC)

TWs: Implied trauma, arguing

Author’s Notes: I did this for all of the MCYTs I write for besides Boomerna and Foolish. These definitely ended up being more imagines than headcanons so I’m sorry about that but I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Masterlist

“What in the world are you doing??” You asked abruptly, startling the sleepy man and almost causing him to spill the milk.

“I’m making myself a bowl of cereal, what?”

“Why are you pouring the milk in the bowl before the cereal?”

“Is that not how you do it?” He questioned, putting the milk back in the fridge.

“No! That’s going to make a mess!”

You both started laughing while arguing your own sides

Eventually Dream got a little carried away in his argument

He was raising his voice and you were getting a little anxious

“Look, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to make cereal,” you awkwardly joked.

“Shut up!” Dream playfully yelled swinging his arms out to cover his ears like your voice hurt him

You flinched and stumbled backwards at his sudden movement, falling to the ground.

You sat there staring back up at him in silence

Dreams mouth moved to form words but they got caught in his throat

A few seconds later he left the room, leaving you alone on the dining room floor

You were almost about to start crying when he came back with a bunch of pillows and blankets in his arms

“Do you want to have a movie night?” He suggested, glancing at you before putting everything down on the couch

“That sounds nice.” You admitted softly

Dream went to the kitchen and helped you up off the floor beforing leading you by your hand to the couch

The two of you laid down on the couch and cuddled for the better part of the day

Occasionally Sapnap would join but it was mostly just you and Dream relaxing

CC! Georgenotfound

You and George were standing in his kitchen and got into a playful argument over whether you should drain ramen or leave the water in

He thought it was better to leave the water, while you thought it was best to drain it

‘If you don’t take out the water it absorbs all the flavor!” You’d playfully yell

“Yeah, that’s the point! You drink the broth afterwards!” He retorted.

You two were going back and forth seemingly endlessly

He was getting louder and walking back and forth to let out some of the energy he had

You decided enough was enough and walked towards him to admit you didn’t truly care, you just wanted to get under his skin

At the same time he quickly turned around with his arms half up in anguish

You flinched and brought your hands up to cover your face

George’s smile fell and his eyebrows scrunched up for a second before he cleared his throat and awkwardly went to go do something else in your bedroom

You finished in the kitchen, turned off the light and walked to your room

You could see the outline of George laying in bed

You stood in the doorway for a second before lying next to him

You both laid there in silence

“Did I do something wrong to make you flinch like that? I know we play fight sometimes but I didn’t think-”

“No, no, no. It- it had nothing to do with you George.”

George didn’t want to press you for information, knowing that you’d tell him when you were ready

You scooched closer to him, laying your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm over you

He kissed the top of your head softly and you fell asleep to him rubbing your arm

CC! Wilbur Soot

You don’t even really know what you were arguing about

You were both just kind of throwing words back and forth playfully, deciding that whenever one person said something the other had to believe the exact opposite

Wilbur’s voice didn’t really rise so much as he tone changed throughout

His tone was getting less playful by the second

You started to notice this and got a bit nervous

Wilbur wasn’t one to pick a fight with you because he knew it upset you

So when he yelled almost directly in your face you flinched with your whole body

You stood there frozen in fear, hands covering your face and crouching away a bit so that you were less of a target.

Wilburs face fell once he realized what he’d done

He started to apologize but then decided you didn’t deserve a shit apology and just left

You stood still, unmoving even after he left the room

After a little while your body started relaxing but it only made room for your mind to wander

“Where did Wilbur run off to?” You asked yourself aloud.

Getting a bit worried you searched the house, eventually finding him sitting on your shared bed.

You sat down next to him and fiddled with your hands anxiously

“I’m sorry,” He admitted. “I don’t know why I got so upset all of a sudden. We were having fun and I ruined it.”

You took his hand in yours and assured him that it was alright. It was just an accident after all. Happens to the best of us.

Wilbur rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around you, placing a kiss on your shoulder

He pulled you backwards onto the bed until you were both laying down with his head resting on you.

CC! Karl Jacobs

Karl was painting your nails in his office because you had asked him to

He was doing a pretty good job at it too

It was just plain black nail polish to match what he currently wore on his nails

You were about seven nails in when a muscle in your arm randomly spasmed without warning, causing the arm Karl was working on currently to twitch very noticeably

Your arm bumped into the open black nail polish bottle and knocked it off his desk.

It landed directly into Karl’s lap, spilling all over his brand new pants

Karl slammed his fist down on his office desk in frustration

“Fuck!” He yelled loudly

You flinched at his yelling

Karl noticed you flinch and immediately calmed all the way down to avoid upsetting you any further

His shoulders dropped and he walked up to you and put an arm on your shoulder, leaning his head down and lifting your chin to look you in your eyes

“Hey, it’s okay.” He nodded, trying to reassure you, “It’s completely fine. I can just go change my clothes real quick and then I’ll finish your nails, alright?”

Karl smiled and your heart melted, causing you to smile back

“Yeah that sounds good, I’m sorry about your pants though.”

“Ay no worries, I needed to change into pajamas anyways it’s getting late”

You looked at your own outfit and realized it was the middle of the night and you were still wearing your daytime clothes.

“Oh, I should too actually.” You added, getting up from your seat and walking to your shared bedroom.

After Karl finished painting your nails you would lay in bed and cuddle for a bit. He would kiss all over your face until you were laughing and shoving him away from you.

CC! Sapnap

You Dream and Sapnap had sat down to watch a football game

Frankly you couldn’t care less about the game, but you wanted to spend more time with Sapnap and Dream since they were always busy with their stream stuff

You made popcorn for you all and sat between the two boys so they could both reach while you held it.

Sapnap and Dream had been betting on the game

You warned Sapnap not to but he unwisely didn’t listen

Just like you predicted his team lost and he ended up owing Dream money.

Sapnap started yelling, slumping down in his seat in frustration

“You’re such a sucker for gambling, you’ve got to get it together man.” Dream laughed, pissing Sapnap off even more. “You’re an easy scam.”

“Fuck you dude.” Sapnap spit

“Better start kissing my ass or I’m going to add interest to that shit.” Dream chuckled as he teased his best friend.

Sapnap flung himself up out of his seat on the couch next to you

He startled you, making you flinch and throw popcorn all over the place

You clung on to the popcorn bowl and curled up on to the couch and Sapnap paced the living room

Dream noticed you freaking out and decided to speak up

“Sapnap chill out dude, you’re obviously freaking out Y/n”

Sapnap stopped pacing and turned to look at you

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The boys decided maybe it wasn’t the best time to watch football so they turned on a nice movie instead

You curled up next to Sapnap on the couch and both fell asleep during the movie.

Dream left and went to his room to sleep, turning off the lights and throwing a blanket over the two of you.

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#dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #sapnap x reader #x reader #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt oneshots #dsmp imagine #dsmp oneshots #fluff #angst #cloud writes #clouds library books

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fanboo · 1 year

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Cheat

Sapnap, DreamNotFound

You and George were arguing. Yelling. Dream was watching emotionlessly from the couch. Was the cause of the fight. Patches had ran from the room hours before, frightened by the sudden outburst that was you throwing a necklace at the wall next to George’s head.

“What’s your problem?” You yelled before he could speak. “Y/N what the fuck?! You almost hit me!” You yanked him up by the collar of his shirt, trembling with rage and embarrassment. “Why the fuck did I just see a video of you and Dream kissing? Why did I find out that you’ve been cheating on me with my fucking brother because of a TikTok?” George had pushed you back, and it had been screams since.

Your salvation came in the form of Sapnap bringing in groceries. As soon as he heard yelling he dropped all the bags and ran into the room. He tried calling for your attention multiple times, to no avail. “WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!” He roared, jumping between you to shove George back after noticing he’d taken a step forward. “Y/N-”

“George fucking cheated on me with Dream!” You yelled. Sapnap let out a deep sigh as he turned to George, who now had Dream next to him protectively. “You’re kidding me,” he growled. His hands were in fists. Dream shook his head, gently judging George behind him. “It was just one kiss. And a couple more,” he said quietly.

If you hadn’t grown up with Sapnap, you wouldn’t have noticed the small shift in his stance that meant he was about to pounce. Just as he was about to swing at his long time best friend, you grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t,” you said, your voice now soft. Always with him. “If he wants him, let him. I won’t fight anymore.”

Sapnap took a few breaths. Nodded. Turned to face you. “You don’t deserve this treatment,” he said. “You deserve better. Let’s go.” You nodded and followed him to his car, shoving your older brother as you passed him. “Y/N-” A sharp look from Sapnap cut him off, made him silently take George’s hand and go upstairs.

When you got in the car Sapnap reached over. He didn’t grab or offer you anything but his hand. As you took it, you looked up at his face. He was furious, hiding it everywhere but his eyes in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so sorry. If I had known-” he started, falling silent when you pulled him into a tight hug. He didn’t speak, just held you as you cried.

“Why aren’t you on their side?” You asked a while later. Your friend wiped a tear off your cheek. “Because I’m not staying friends with someone who will cheat with his partner’s brother. And you’re still my friend,” he replied. The man put the car in drive, keeping his eyes on the path as he spoke. “I’ll find us a hotel to stay in until we get a new place. We’re not staying with them.”

You nodded in agreement. “Thanks.”

The two of you ended up moving back to Texas. Sapnap stopped streaming with either Dream and George, would leave anytime they joined a game he was in. Nobody ever found out why, because the public never knew about you and George in the first place. All they knew was that something split the Dream Team and nobody would explain. A year after moving, Sapnap gave up streaming full time. Switched to a local job, and streaming once a month. The two of you kept to yourselves, happy with the life you had together.

You never could fully get rid of the fear that he too would leave you, but you could forget it on the nights the two of you would spend holding each other.

#mcyt fanfiction #mcyt #reader insert #dream smp #mcytumblr #sapnap #georgenotfound #sapnap x reader #dreamwastaken #angst

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