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gonna be honest you are literally the only reason i like ever look at twitter other than to look at cc's tweets, so it's really cool to see you here!!! i hope you enjoy your stay lmao- if you don't mind me asking, do you have an opinion on the dream and foolish brother dynamic? i think it's really fun, especially because those two probably have the least/some of the least tainted dynamics out of everyone on the smp :DDD

aww, thank you anon!! i think i’ll be staying for a bit, at least - tumblr has been lots of fun so far (tho im still working out a writing schedule, haha). foolish and dream brothers my beloved ,, the canonicity at this point is debatable but i love the concept both in canon and aus. (pls just give dream a support system ,, pls)

anyway, take this quick foolish + dream oneshot :D !!

tw: panic attacks, trauma, emotional distress

“You- uh, want some help?”

If it were any other time, it would probably be a little comical; all 23 feet of the totem god hunched in a ball as he awkwardly squats in front of the wooden skeleton of his (adopted) little brother’s beginning of a house, trying to squeeze himself down so he can look inside the half-finished door frame. Inside, Dream freezes, shakes, curls into himself more from where he’s pressed himself into the corner, and Foolish’s heart clenches; unfortunately, he’s caught him in the middle of a panic attack, so he doubts that Dream is really up to laughing right now.

He lowers himself down further, kicking his feet back as best as he can to end up on his stomach. He doesn’t exactly know what set off Dream - it could be anything, honestly; Foolish has seen a lot in his millenia of existence, but the horrors of the prison and the scars it left on Dream feel like foreign territory, even to him. Even so, panic attacks are still panic attacks, so he hums low and quiet as he waits for the fear to abate.

“I was thinking about a new project, honestly,” Foolish smiles, keeps his voice soft, normal. “Maybe something jungle themed, this time? I could do something cool with vines, add some of those birds that you like so much. Papa Puffy would like them too, I think; it’d fit in with her whole pirate thing at any rate.” Dream’s shoulders shudder as he breathes in, out, face lifting from where it was pressed into the inside of his arms. “I don’t know what would pair well with the wood, though; maybe I’ll just be lazy and use oak. Bamboo would be nice too - what do you think about a bamboo garden? With waterfalls, maybe, and flowers? We could maybe catch a panda or two too; that could be nice.”

“Sap likes pandas,” Dream looks up, face red and splotchy, but seemingly no longer struggling to breathe. His voice is hoarse, and Foolish digs into his inventory for a bottle of water to hand over.

“Yeah - I think that could be fun. We could invite him over, when you’re ready.” Dream looks away, eyes going distant again, and Foolish stifles the urge to sigh as he shuffles himself forward, water in hand - well, held as carefully as he can between finger and thumb. “I’m thinking we could keep the ceiling open - or maybe throw in a leaf one? That or glass to let the sun in, maybe.”

“Sounds n’ce,” Dream mumbles, and Foolish blinks at him once, twice. Dream huffs, slightly, but a small smile appears on his face. “Your idea, I mean.” His voice grows louder, more confident with every word - still hoarse, but less out-of-it, and Foolish grins brightly.

“Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?”

They fall into silence, relaxed, comfortable. With every minute, Dream uncurls more, muscles untensing, until it almost looks like nothing’s happened at all, like Dream’s a gangly-limbed teenager again and they’re just sitting down for a chat. It’s not a perfect replica - Dream’s eyes are still duller than they had been, skin paler, a new collection of scars peeking out from his clothing - but it’s close. It’s enough.

“I- um,” Dream hesitates, looks up like he’s asking permission to speak, and Foolish waits; Dream clenches and unclenches his hands, steels himself, shoulders lowering in determination and a well of pride grows in Foolish’s chest. “I was- making a house; it’s uh, small, sorry. Big is still- too much, right now. But a creeper snuck up- and. Um. I guess I panicked.”

Now that Foolish looks, there does seem to be a small crater near the back side of the spruce frame, and he hums in understanding.

“Don’t worry about it. You feeling better now?”

Dream’s eyes widen in shock. A moment passes, then another, as Dream looks up at Foolish and then down at his own hands and then up again.

“Yeah,” he says, quiet, breathless, almost to himself, before looking up, something hopeful and brilliant shining in his eyes, so familiar that it physically hurts, even as Foolish’s smile grows wider. For a second, it’s Dream, seventeen, lip stuck out stubbornly as he taunts the universe for daring to limit him with something as simple as impossibility - Foolish watching, proud, then. Watching, proud, now. “Yeah, I am.”

#yay something fluffy for once lmao #tw panic attack #tw trauma #tw emotional distress #when the garden is finished #dream ends up spending a lot of time in it #bc the running water and chirping birds #and other ambiance #remind him that he's not in the prison anymore #also pandas <3 #plsss just let him recover #im begging u canon #my writing :D #my asks !!

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