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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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don't think i'll ever get enough {Dream}

Summary: A few moments in Y/N and Dream's life in the year after they get married. Things that change, and things that don't. Telling friends and keeping quiet. And, of course, idiots in love; so, so much (stupid) love.

A/N: 5728 words. final part, but i genuinely don't think you need to have read any of the last three to enjoy this. its so tooth-rotting, and they're so very stupid. please please please let me know if you enjoyed this series/what you enjoyed about it, because it kind of owns my heart. i'll be rereading this one for a long time to come. If it's 8am and I spent all night finishing this, don't worry about that, just read the fic!!

Warnings: implied nsfw. mentions of smp-violence. tooth rotting fluff

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 4 / 4 }

"I saw on Twitter the other day, someone talking about how they missed our dynamic before..." You trailed off a little, unable to stop your faint, knowing smile, "before we started dating." You say carefully; you knew Dream would hear your hesitation, and be the only person to understand why the wording made you smile so.

"We both know the reason," Dream, you could hear, was smirking.

"Oh we both know the reason," you agreed, grinning from ear to ear, "but you're Mister Super Famous Minecraft YouTuber so you have to be careful what you say, and I may be an idiot, but I'm not foolish enough to say something on stream with you that would get you cancelled -"

"Thank you," he laughs.

"- but also, speaking of; Foosh!" You exclaim with delight, "I haven't spoken to Foolish in ages, I miss him!" Your train of thought is quick to switch tracks, suddenly fond adoration shines through your tone. "There's a few people that I've been meaning to speak to since our holiday -" Dream hums at that, but doesn't comment; you wonder if he's fidgeting with his ring at the memory like you wished you could. But your ring was sitting, gold and demure on your desk just out of frame.

[Y/N ANSWER MY TEXTS CHALLENGE] Quackity, who you knew had been watching the stream, sends, and you snort a laugh, [I MISS THE OLD Y/N WHO HAD TIME FOR LORE]

"You little goblin," you hissed with a smile, watching your chat erupt into chaos at the mere hint of potential DSMP lore with your characters. At Dream's confusion, you explain the situation, but you can hear your husband's shit-eating grin as he asks chat to spam roses.

"Fuck you," rolls off your tongue instinctively.

"Fuck me yourself, coward," Dream counters with absolutely no forethought and barely concealed glee.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again;" you grin, "trick me into a spite kiss on stream once, shame on you-"

"Hey, you're the one who felt the need to come and spite kiss me -" he pointed out, loftily.

"You know me and my braincell never back down from a challenge," you pointed out, and he hummed thoughtfully, though it trailed off into a laugh, and he agreed quietly, fondly.

"I need people to take me seriously in Minecraft again," you mused after a moment, and you sigh dramatically before Dream can even begin to ask you what you mean, "everyone thinks I'm silly, which-" you clarify pointedly, "I am, but I contain multitudes! Silly is a facet!" Dream is muffling his laughter behind his hand, and you're grinning despite your attempt at a serious tone, "just because I, as a content creator, only have one braincell, and that braincell happens to be allergic to my- Dream's," you catch yourself quickly, hoping your chat hadn't noticed your slip, "doesn't mean I can't craft a mean character! Once I message Q and Sam back, it's over for all you hoes!"

----

With one eyebrow painted in bleach, and carefully holding a chemical-laden brush in one hand, you pause, expression contemplative as you frowned at yourself in the mirror you'd brought into your office for the stream.

"I don't know why people assume I don't think about my future," you mused, expression as serious as you can muster, "I think about Dream all the time-"

"People assume you don't think about your future because you're an idiot," Quackity supplies, equally as deadpan, holding the bowl of bleach in one hand, though most of his focus on your chat speeding along.

You don't even seem to register what he'd said. Or, if you do, you don't seem bothered by it. After a moment, as you carefully smear the bleach on your other eyebrow, you turn, and Quackity finally looks to you, doing an incredible job of not laughing, at least until you start speaking.

"Do people really bleach their assholes? This burns on my eyebrows, I wouldn't want it anywhere near my-"

"Pretty sure they don't put hair bleach on assholes - no," he says very seriously, seeing the glint of mischief and intrigue in your eyes, barely containing his laughter, muttering, "why am I the reasonable one here, what kind of opposite day bullshit -"

"I just wanna see what all the fuss is about!"

"They don't put hair bleach on assholes to bleach them!"

"How do you know so much about asshole bleaching?!"

"Sometimes I really question Dream's tastes -"

"Don't deflect the question, Alex!" You shout through your laughter, "and don't be fucking rude!"

"You invited me here, it's like you don't even know me," he snorted, "I swear you used to seem smarter than me," he mused, squinting at you, though his tone was still light and obviously teasing. For your part, you grinned toothily at him, taking none of his insults to heart.

"That's on you, dork, do less lawyer activities," you teased fondly, to which he rolled his eyes.

"Is that your way of asking me to help bleach your asshole?"

"No..." you thought about it for a moment, really considered, "yes? No. Maybe?" You looked to your monitor as he found himself doubled over with laughter, "sub goal? What do we think, chat?"

And you and Quackity chat back and forth for a while, figuring out what number could conceivably be realistic, given that the time limit was the remainder of the stream, granted the two of you hadn't been online long and had intended this to be something of a half-day stream, with VC cameos from your various friends.

"- okay, so if we reach that before eleven, we'll spend the last hour before midnight..." you took a deep breath, scrunching up your whole face while Quackity wore a shit-eating grin, "bleaching my asshole," you sighed, like you can't quite believe you'd agreed.

"I know your viewers are dedicated, but are they that dedicated?" Quackity asked, eyes shining with mirth at your apparent regret.

And you go back to your mirror, and the task at hand.

Less than a minute later, an audio cue goes off on your stream, letting you know someone had donated some gift subs. You sighed.

"It begins," you muttered with a thin smile, squinting at yourself in the mirror, carefully wiping the bleach off of your first eyebrow with a damp cloth, as Quackity reads out -

"Thank you, Dream -" and is immediately incapacitated with laughter, as upon hearing your husband's screen name, you knew it could not mean good things. As if on cue, Dream's voice comes through the office door.

"Okay, okay, in my defence -" he's laughing too, while you're incoherently screeching, reading where he'd just gifted enough subs to reach your goal within a minute of you updating it, "in my defence it's the funniest sub goal you've ever offered."

The next few minutes are simply Quackity only half in frame, past the point of audible laughter, while you've opened the door, and everyone can hear Dream trying and failing to hold in his laughter.

"My love, my darling, apple of my eye, enchilada of my bosom -" you say with the utmost seriousness from off-screen. Only Quackity can see how you're holding Dream's face with both hands, trying desperately to keep your composure.

"Come on, tell me you wouldn't have done the exact same thing," Dream tries to match your tone, but you push on regardless.

"Love of my life, I'm begging to know why you're so insistent that our beloved friend Quackity gets acquainted with my asshole in a way that -"

"I hate this!" Quackity's practically choking on his laughter as he interrupts you, unbridled glee written all over his face, "this is fucking awful, holy shit! This is the worst idea I've ever been a part of -!"

"It's not like you're showing your asshole on camera, it's more that everyone's gonna know and I assume hear you bleaching your asshole with hair bleach," Dream's clearly delighted by this whole series of events, and even Sapnap can be heard laughing in another room, finally figuring out what's happened.

After a moment, you stalked back to your computer and muted the stream, head out of frame. Apparently you say something controversial, however, as Quackity's whole expression shifts to something wide-eyed, mouth falling open in surprise as you head back to the door, and to Dream, with the stream on mute. Everyone sees his mouth move in a distinctly 'wait, what?!' movement.

What the stream doesn't hear is you cackling as you fondly tell Dream he's an idiot, knowing him well enough that you had anticipated his response;

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot! Forever, baby!" Gleefully sticking out his hand to show off his wedding ring, hence Q's surprise. Both you and Dream confirm that it's not a bit, but that it's not public knowledge, and he takes a moment to absorb that information before nodding and grinning at you both, admitting that he's not as surprised as he thought he'd be.

When you unmute your stream, the first thing that Quackity does is raise his voice to ask Sapnap if it's always like this, living with you and Dream. Sapnap says yes, in no uncertain terms, but his voice holds nothing but affection.

"Okay, Q, I can do this on my own, and you can just... I don't know, stay on stream, behind a partition or something, I'm not going to force you to help me," you snort, "bleach my asshole, but -"

"What am I gonna do? Back out? I'm not a bitch; if you're in, I'm in."

And you, with one bleached eyebrow, egged on in your impulsivity by your husband, your chat, and Quackity himself, find yourself almost painfully grateful for the people you surround yourself with, who despite everything, seem to get you in a way that not a lot of people in the past have.

----

Considering how inconsistent both yours and Dream's sleep schedules are, if either of you has editing or some other quiet work to do, it's easy enough to tune it out and fall asleep to if either of you is working on the computer in your room. If Dream wants to stream, however, or record some kind of voice-related audio, he tends to move into the office as to not wake you up. It's a curtesy that you're grateful for, however you hadn't anticipated that it would generate some of the sweetest audio clips of the pair of you that would end up circling Twitter and Tumblr.

After a night of work, you crash into bed with Dream in the early hours of the morning. When the next day arrives, and with it a planned group stream, Dream logs on at the given time and tells the group that you'd been up all night working, and you're easily forgiven.

An hour into the stream, the door to the office opens, and Dream's focus is pulled from the game.

"Morning, baby," his voice is warm, almost syrupy, close to the affectionate way he'd sometimes been heard to talk to Patches, however, you yawn. You don't even give a proper greeting, pulling up the second seat close to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm sorry I'm late," you mumble sleepily, and you hear the faint greetings through Dream's headphones. You tuck your arm into his.

"We're playing Jackbox," he says, and you let your gaze drift across the screen lazily.

"You winning?"

"He wishes!" You hear someone in his headphones, and you grin as Dream laughs.

"You just gotta talk about your dick, or kissin' George -" you're pretty sure you hear someone in his headphone boo at your suggestion, and you're also pretty sure it's Quackity.

"That's how I win?" Dream teases you, voice still sweet and warm, a little muffled where he's pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"Tha's how you win," you yawn again. Both you and Dream know that you're almost definitely going to fall asleep on his shoulder as he plays. You're pretty sure there's no place you'd rather be.

----

"Dream, fuck off, I'm trying to take myself seriously," you laughed, waiting for the other SMP members to log on and join you for the stream.

"You're so cute though, are you in costume?" Dream, leaning in your doorway, is grinning at you, while you've got your eyes closed, fighting back your own smile.

"I'm doing serious lore things," you crack one eye open to look at him, still trying to keep up the illusion of seriousness, "I helped Q with some cool stuff for his stream, but I'm not half as organised, so I- yeah, I'm in costume," you looked down at your mafia-esque outfit that resembled your current in-game skin.

"Okay, I love you," he says warmly, and obligingly closes the door to the study, while you sit, a little flustered from his attention, waiting. Chat was calling you cute again. You'd let them, for now.

You tried to just chatter away, and keep in mind everything that you and Quackity and Sam had discussed over the past few days, about what this stream would entail. You couldn't lie, you were excited for some of the things you'd been working on for your character to finally come to fruition.

And something about defying your audience's expectations was thrilling.

"- after everything we've been through, why can't you just listen to me, and- and- and understand that I was made Warden for a reason," Sam, who was your older brother in-canon, was yet again attempting to thwart your prison break in attempt.

"After everything we've been through?!" You spat back, but his voice rose over yours.

"I was your Warden first!" He shouted, and your mouth snapped shut at this, your character's fury radiating white-hot from you, "I kept you safe, I loved you, I never gave you reason to doubt me -"

"You weren't my Warden, you were my brother, Sam!" You shouted, trembling your lip, "like every fucking kid comes to understand their parents are flawed, I came to see the same of you; you are not infallible, you were not appointed my guardian - not my Warden - by committee, you were given that position by process of fucking elimination -"

"Don't you dare-" he snarled, but you cut him off.

"Elimination of our parents! Our parents! You were not given a choice, and I get that, okay? And I loved you for who you were, but I'm not a child, and I am not your responsibility anymore -"

"You will always be my responsibility, Y/N -"

"You don't respect me!"

"You don't respect me!" He hollered, "I raised you!"

"You made me what I am," teeth gritted, you straighten in your chair, flicking through your hotbar to begin drinking potions in-game as you spoke, "I'm just glad you never passed on your delusions of adequacy -!" And you attack him; he blocks.

"Why throw your life away for Dream?" Sam tried one last attempt at getting you to see reason, but you'd known this about your character since you'd gotten serious about the roleplay aspect of the SMP.

"Because you didn't have a choice about putting up with me," you told Sam sweetly, "and he did; cry all you want about how you raised me, but I was never a burden to him."

"I won't fight you."

"Then you'll die by my hand," you tell him, and again, you swing your sword at him -

"Could you really live with yourself?"

"I really could; can you?" Your smile is cold.

And you kill him.

Through your closed office door, where you're pretty sure your husband is watching the stream in your room, or on his phone, you hear Dream's 'oh shit!' as the stream, lagging a few moments behind, catches up.

Your heartbeat is thundering in your ears. Sam leaves the VC, and Quackity joins, asks what the fuck just happened. You're picking up Sam's things. Your whole body has been full of tension for the entirety of the stream, and there's a tension headache forming at your temples but you power on.

There's still another reveal, another betrayal, of Quackity against your character, finally admitting to visiting the prison to torture Dream for the revival information, at which point, tense and overwhelmed, tears genuinely begin to form in your eyes. Your character wants to find Foolish, who you've come to trust, or Wilbur, who's been recently revived and seems to have positive feelings towards Dream, but neither of them are online.

"Q, if you get in my way, I'll kill you too," your bottom lip is trembling.

"You're my friend, and I don't want to hurt you," Quackity says, voice heavy and serious.

"Then don't get in my way," you take a deep, shaky breath, finger hovering over the escape key, "because my brother wasn't special enough for me to spare, so don't delude yourself into thinking you would be."

Before you can even hear his response, you exit the server, and end your stream, before muting yourself in the VC, and collapse onto your keyboard, shaking and emotionally depleted. In your earphones, you can still hear Q going off to himself and his chat.

There's a soft knock at your office door, and Dream and Sapnap both let themselves in.

"Dude, holy shit," Sapnap says faintly, and you feel the adrenaline finally mixing with some relief and excitement.

"I'm ordering so much food tonight, just all of it, a buffet," you announce, face still resting against your arms on your desk as a few tired tears dampen your sleeves, "I forgot how much that takes out of me."

Raising your head, you quickly type out a grateful message to both Sam and Quackity, before finally turning away, to see Sapnap and Dream in the door, both looking at you with fondness in their eyes. When you stand, walking to them, they both wrap you up in a tight hug. The three of you, for just a moment, find stillness and serenity here; love from your best friends is exactly what you needed right now.

Later that night, where only the moon can bare witness, Dream will trace abstract shapes on your bare back, and will tell you he loves you for all that you are, and all that you're capable of.

"All this over a Minecraft roleplay?" You'll give a contented, almost dreamy smile, and he'll huff a soft laugh.

"I've loved you for long enough that you think I'd never be surprised by you, but I am."

"Good surprised?"

"Always."

----

I Lost Dream Privileges & Want Company is the name of your stream when you go live, sulking in Sapnap's room where you'd commandeered his setup in the middle of the afternoon.

"I've been banished from my office because Dream needs to take some photos," you sighed deeply, "and having me around is apparently "counter productive"?" You scoff, using derisive air quotes, "Why? I'm not allowed to tell you, chat, I'd be banned from twitch - wait!" You announced with delight as your eyes lit up.

Suddenly you're a rush of movement and excitement as you scramble around the room, and then burst from the office and around the rest of the apartment.

"Two can play at this game, chat," there's something wild and determined in your eyes as you slam back into your chair with determination, "two can play at this game!" You hiss with excitement, tapping excitedly on your desk.

"Okay, I'm going to film thirst traps, but I need to get ready to film thirst traps, so feel free to ask me questions, and send me audios on TikTok that you recommend; I'll answer the questions while I- where's... where's my eyeliner?" You look over the bundle of clothes and accessories you'd collected and brought in, trying to find it, "everyone looks good in eyeliner, chat, trust me."

And you cherry picked the questions you responded to, though sometimes you decided to humour a few of the more risqué comments; it was the least you could do considering the content you were planning to make that afternoon.

"No, I don't have a maid outfit," you mused when someone asked, "not because I'm opposed to maid outfits, I just literally don't have one," as you're fiddling with the hem of your shirt, your gaze flicks to your chat, "yeah, I have the cat ears somewhere -" eyes going wide, you leapt from your chair, "you're right chat, you're right! I'll be right back!"

By the time you get back, chat has decided to set it's collective sights on a new line of questioning, and you roll your eyes as you secure the ears onto your head.

"Dream isn't my sugar daddy, so no, he hasn't bought me..." you trailed off as you frowned at chat, giving their point some serious thought, "I mean it wouldn't hurt to ask; we both know I could just buy it myself, I can just... you know I can ask..." You go to leave for a moment, but then lean into the camera for effect, "he's not my sugar daddy, chat, don't make this weird." But you're grinning.

You leave your mic on as you head down the hall to the office, leaving Sapnap's door open and making sure both your knock and voice were loud. The stream can hear the door open, and then promptly close before anything's said. Then, Sapnap, muffled.

"I'll sabotage your dick, lemme talk to Dream!" Your response is what chat hears first, followed by quiet, indistinct squabbling between yourself and Sapnap, and the faintest laughter from Dream himself.

"Sit your ass down and finish your stream," Sapnap's marching you back into his room, back to your stream. He bends to cast a disapproving look to the camera, before straightening up and out of frame again.

"I need to know now though," you argued back, swivelling back and forth in his desk chair.

"They're accusing Dream of being my sugar daddy," you then point out, for reasons that appear to evade and confuse your housemate. Dream, now apparently in the hall, laughs louder.

"We don't pay rent," Sapnap reminds you, "they're not wrong."

"Okay, yeah," you concede, "he's our sugar daddy in the communist sense -" Sapnap moves off camera, and chat hears the bedroom door close firmly, but you still appear to be looking at him off camera. Dream, outside the closed door, protests faintly.

"Lemme see Dream all dressed up," you whined, clasping your hands together.

"As if I trust either of you!" Sapnap laughs, which has you momentarily preening at the roundabout compliment, before giving a loud, put-upon sigh, asking if you could at least ask him one question, "sure, through the door."

"Dick," you snipe at him, before raising your voice, "babe would you buy me a maid outfit?"

"Yeah, done, obviously," Dream calls back, barely waiting for you to finish your own sentence before he's agreeing, and Sapnap wheezes a laugh while you turn back to your stream, grinning and all kinds of pleased.

"That's all I wanted to know, thank you!" You smile over your shoulder at Sapnap, who sounded exasperated. The moment he opens the door, however, your gaze snaps to it -

"You look so good! What?!" Dream crows, and your entire face lights up with glee as you see him, "babe, what?!" While Sapnap groans and jokes that he's hourly.

"Sap, no come on," you stand, "babe, come back here, come on -"

"I'm sick of having the only braincell in this house," Sapnap announces, and closes the door.

Slowly, you sink back down into the desk chair, expression a little dazed and delighted. Turning back to your confused chat, you're quiet for a few more moments still, grinning from ear to ear, looking a little starry-eyed.

"Not to rub salt in the wound and remind everyone that I know what Faceless Minecraft YouTuber DreamWasTaken looks like," your smile somehow grows even wider as you sit back, almost giggling to yourself, "but he's so hot; guys," you sighed almost dreamily, "he's so hot, what the fuck?" As if you weren't live looking like a whole damn meal yourself. Predictably, your chat, and also every single social media platform you're on, goes wild with these moments, and your subsequent thirst trap videos.

[screaming crying throwing up about dream and y/n what the FUCK /pos] appeared to be the general consensus, including the moments of mostly dead air where you'd filmed the start of a TikTok to a Cardi B audio, and everyone practically saw the lightbulb go off above your head. Like lightning you're on your feet and wrenching the door open, skittering down the hall.

"This is for content, I promise! Let me in!" You announced with glee, before asking Sapnap to film yourself and Dream for the second half of your video, promising to get out of their hair after. Sapnap must have obliged you, however, as you stroll back in with the full audio playing, and you watching with adoration. Looking to your stream, you grinned from ear to ear.

"That one I have to hold on to," you say slyly, "but I'm already excited to post it." you pause for a moment, smile growing wider, "I don't think I have any content where you can physically see Dream and me together -"

[bestie i think i'd explode if i saw you and dream together] a dono was read out, and you started to practically cackle with glee confirming that that may have been your intention. This clip is taken and posted onto Twitter, blowing up with the caption;

Glad to see Y/N and Dream have gone from bullying each other to making themselves everyone else's problem.

And a month later, when Dream's photos from the Change My Clothes album shoot become public, you're both a simp and feral on main for your husband in a suit, before you get the go-ahead to post the thirst trap of the two of you.

Predictably, with you in your thirst trap outfit, and Dream in his suit and mask, side by side, his arm around you and hand low on your hip, it has waves of followers foaming at the mouth. Finally, video proof of your proximity, of your relationship. It's fifteen seconds but its everything to your fans, and quietly, to you.

@sapnap: i asked @yourtwitter how many times they'd watched their video and they said 'like 83 shut up dream's hot that's not my fault' ....... thought this honeymoon phase would have ended this is sickening

@yourtwitter: ..... do u want a smooch, buddy? come to the kitchen 4 smooch

@dream: 😘😘😘

"Last time I was in LA I was on my honeymoon," at the end of November, you finally decide to humour your Californian friends and go to visit them, on your own this time. There's an influx of content creators in LA at the time, and beside you on the balcony, Wilbur chokes on his drink.

"You what?" He splutters, and you're apologising, trying to offer a packet of tissues, though most of the drink didn't end up on Wilbur himself. Once you were sure he was alright, you took a deep breath, fully realising what you'd said; before leaving, you'd had this same conversation with Dream, and you were both okay with your friends knowing, since Quackity had known for months now.

"Yeah," you laughed a little, "I just remember because I've got a photo from then on a balcony like this," you raise your hand. There, in gold, your wedding band, subtle and unassuming.

"You're not joking right now, are you?" Wilbur asks, repositioning his glasses and leaning in to take a closer look at your ring. You're not quite sure how to respond to that in a way that he'd believe. However, it appears that he's convinced enough by the ring, because when he looks back to you, he's beaming.

"You really went and married Dream and kept it quiet for- for how long?" There's something proud and genuine in his voice, and you grin in response.

"Like seven months," that appears to come as a shock, however, and you can't help but laugh with delight, finally able to admit it, "and I know everyone thinks it was too soon, but I've... I've really never been more sure of a decision in my life, and -"

"Haven't you two been together for years?" Wilbur frowns a little, and you go quiet, expression twisting.

"Not... technically?" And despite how hard it is to explain, you're glad that Wilbur seems to understand. He takes another sip of his drink and leans back against the railing, asking if he's allowed to call Dream your lover still.

"God, absolutely not, even I hate that."

"Is househusband better?" And it's almost as bad, but in a strange way, it makes you light up with joy.

"The moment the rest of the world knows, you have my blessing," you tell him, delighted llaughter ringing from you, "you may not have Dream's, but you have mine."

----

The world finds out during MCC All Stars.

The four of you that make up the internet-dubbed Dream Team are finally together; in order to balance teams, the four of you have never been in more than duos together on separate teams, so there's a warm familiarity to be competing together.

Still, as a player, you're underestimated in the predictions, your strength as a player, especially in PVP, and consistent high ranking often overlooked due to your exuberant personality, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

There boys were your best friends, you were married to one of them, if there was ever a group you could focus for, and fight for, it was the Dream Team.

You helped devise plans, and followed plans and orders with ease. You came third overall in Battle Box despite your team losing focus, and placed in the Top Five for both Skybattle, and Parkour Tag, coming 7th overall, while you and your boys championed your way through the games to Dodgebolt.

The second to last, however, had been Sands of Time, and Dream had kept the team focused and on task as the Sand Keeper. As the game came to an end, and your team was cheering at winning the game by what felt by a landslide, you couldn't help yourself;

"This is why I married you!" You laughed loud and bright.

"Knew there was a reason," George teased.

"Best fuckin' Sand Keeper right here," Dream crowed with confidence, "Sand Keeper, I'm a keeper; they nailed it!"

"You guys are so stupid," Sapnap's grin was loud and clear, pride bright in his voice as the cheering moved on and you all moved on for the final game. As you did, however, you chanced a look to your chat, and it hit you what you'd just said... to seventy thousand people. Twitter was going to be a nightmare.

[so everyone knows now] Dream sends, and you reply with an apology. He tells you that you don't need to apologise, he's just glad he doesn't have to hide it anymore. If you weren't seconds away from the last game before Dodgebolt, you would have marched into his room and kissed him until he was damn well breathless.

After TGTTOSAWAMCCPWHNWAEY finishes and the results are in, messages in-game begin to pop up as you assume viewers are spreading the word.

As you all waited for Dodgebolt, you pick up the ring that had been sitting just off to the side of your keyboard, putting it on your finger and grinning, listening as the boys are all joking and laughing at the others' confusion about you and Dream. They hear you typing, and ask, with mild trepidation, what you're going to send, but you don't tell them until you press enter.

[to all my dear wonderful fellow mcc as players who may have heard the news]

[no i did not come first individually]

[but my husband did]

Though the audible aside you add is heard only by your teammates who are wheezing with laughter, as you do your best impression of the John Mulaney sketch moment as you explain that 'now I've thrown them off their rhythm' regarding the team you'll be facing. If it does anything, it incites your team's laughter further, and fuels your own. A dono flashes up on screen that only knocks the wind out of you further.

[you really do wanna fuck each other so bad it makes you look stupid]

"Do either of you think before you do any of the impulsive things you do?" George asks, though where words like that would usually be said with malice, at worst, in your friend's voice, there is only fond exasperation.

"If we thought about half the impulsive things we did, we wouldn't be here," Dream points out.

"There's no way I'd be half as happy," you added, and Dream audibly awed at that, calling you adorable.

"You guys are so lucky I'm happy to see you both happy; you're so sickeningly cute some times," Sapnap groans, and you resist the urge to go and wrap him up in a hug, and you tell him as much.

"Listen, let's win Dodgebolt, and then you can give all the hugs you want."

"Buddy, you get the one, then I'm going to bother Dream until he pays me attention -"

"You really are worse than Patches sometimes," Dream says fondly, before adding, "but we did get together while you were wearing cat ears, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised -"

"Hey!" You laugh, before conceding, "I can't believe you remember that," it's strangely touching, and now you have almost a hundred thousand people in your chat crying over the reveal and the cuteness.

In the few seconds before the game begins, a dono from Dream flashes up on screen. He tells you he loves you, for the whole world to see.

"Love you too, green boy," you murmur with sincerity, even when you know both George and Sapnap will playfully protest.

Because you know it'll make Dream smile.

#dream #dreamwastaken #dream imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #cyltlanp #idiots to lovers #Spotify

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redorich · 3 years

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I absolutely adore the hermit canyon au both because you have such a fun writing style and because it just makes it so blatantly clear how much of a different level the hermits are on compared to the dsmp folks. Power mad admin who's effectively a god on the server? Just vore him, it's fine! Spooky egg that brings madness and suffering to everyone who interacts with it? Grian can handle it, give him 30 seconds. It's such a good portrayal of their differences and I'm absolutely delighted by it

thank you!! i try very hard to cultivate a writing style that's fun, rather than a slog. and yes, the difference in power level is absolutely one of my favorite tropes, so i'm glad so many people enjoyed it! speaking of the hermits' casual wielding of insane levels of power.....

"So, how are you going to fix the Era Three life system anyway?" Cleo asks. She and Xisuma are casually walking down the main hall of the canyon.

Xisuma never goes anywhere alone anymore. Even though a survivable amount of magic has been returned to the Dream SMP server and Xisuma is no longer infirm, all those months of staying by his side have left a lasting impression.

"Hm, it basically comes down to a charisma check-- have you ever played Dungeons and Dragons, Cleo?"

"Not really," Cleo admits, "but Joe does and he's talked about it before. Charisma check?"

Xisuma stops walking, opening the door to the small meeting room in the heart of the canyon and holding the door open for Cleo. As she passes through, he explains.

"We have a source of magic, and we have a plan to implement it. The only obstacle is convincing Mojang that they should; hence, charisma check."

"Hey, Xisuma," Joe greets as the admin follows behind Cleo.

"Hello, Joe," Xisuma returns, surveying the room. The chair at the far end of the table has been left open for the admin, and unlike the meeting with the Dream SMP representatives, the Hermits don't give a fuck about who sits where and what that says about their status.

Doc is sitting in the place two seats from Xisuma's spot, leaning back in his chair so that only two of its legs are on the ground and his croc-clad creeper toes are kicked up on the edge of the table. A few spaces down is Joe, minding his business and reading a book (upside down-- it's more of a challenge that way) and across from Joe is Etho, sitting patiently.

With a shrug, Cleo snags the nearest chair and turns it around so she can sit in it backwards and still face the table. No one planned on her being here, and she has no idea what's going on, but no one has really told her to leave, so that's pretty much implicit permission.

After making his way to his seat, Xisuma addresses the table. "Are we all ready? Etho, do you think you can convince whoever shows up?"

Etho hums in thought for a moment. "Yeah, I can do that. Still need to actually get one of the gods here, though."

"I'm on it," Doc says, already on his communicator.

Cleo squints at Doc. "You have the gods on speed dial?"

Doc shrugs. "We text sometimes."

"About what?!" Cleo says.

"Basketball."

Cleo squints at Doc. "Don't you, like, hold a grudge or something against Dinnerbone? I mean, he did literally rip off your arm."

"Got a cool robot arm out of it, though," Doc says placidly. "It's got a screwdriver in it."

"Like a Swiss army knife?" Joe chimes in, putting down his book.

"Yeah," Doc says proudly, "bottle opener too-- for beer."

"As fascinating as Doc's Sonic Screwdriver arm is, we do have something to be doing," Xisuma reminds the group wryly.

"Oh yeah," Doc says. "Agnes is coming."

Cleo drums her fingers on the table. "When will she be here-- oh!"

A radiant figure emitting soft yellow light appears on top of the table; although the figure is bright, it doesn't hurt to look at. The glow dims and the light coalesces into a small woman with pale yellow hair. The woman-- presumably Agnes of the Mojang pantheon-- opts to sit side-saddle on the table instead of in a chair.

"Hello! It's nice to see you again, Doc," she says, "oh, and Etho as well-- and Herobrine?"

"I go by Joe now," the man says simply.

Agnes smiles. "My bad, Joe. Now, what did you need me for, Doc?"

"Er, it's actually about the three-life system," Xisuma cuts in.

"Yes? What about it?" Agnes tilts her head.

"It was... a good system, doing what you could with the lack of magic," Xisuma says diplomatically, "but we think we've found a way to fix things. Joe?"

Joe takes over, setting his book down on the table after carefully bookmarking his place. "So the issue is the lack of magic, right? You couldn't support updates and player respawns after Notch took what he did."

"This is correct," Agnes says with a service industry smile, likely not appreciating the reminder of her pantheon's failure.

"So, use the In Between," Joe says. "It's got so much extra magic that it keeps sending people back in time; I was stumped on a way to fix it, but if you can give the magic to the players it's a win-win."

Eyebrows raising to her hairline, Agnes's face falls into a considering moue. "I'd much rather use it to push the next update," she says. "The Caves and Cliffs update is one of the biggest yet."

Cleo's unbeating heart sinks in her chest. Is this it? Is their only way to help these people going to be appropriated by well-meaning yet selfish gods?

"People are dying!" Cleo shouts. "Isn't that more important than your stupid update?!"

Agnes turns to look at her for the first time, and Cleo refuses to be afraid.

"I know it must sound callous of me, but... well, people die," Agnes says gently. "They always do. Even Era One players aren't immune. The better thing to do would be to improve their quality of life while they can still live it."

Shoulders rising in anger as she suppresses the urge to bite and kill and devour, Cleo takes a breath to rage when Etho of all people cuts in.

"Remember that IOU you gave me?" he says. There's a twinkle in his eye that only intensifies when Agnes groans.

"Don't tell me," she says. "You're seriously going to use that now? On this? I gave it to you centuries ago, I thought you'd forgotten!"

"Nope," Etho crows, "just saving it for a special occasion."

Agnes sighs, bringing a hand to her temple. "And what am I supposed to do about the Caves and Cliffs update?" she says tiredly.

"Cut it in half?" Etho shrugs.

"...Fine." Agnes disappears, dimming the room from the lack of her godly presence. Within a few seconds (relatively speaking, as time is more of a suggestion than a rule when you're powerful enough), a wave of magic washes over the group. It explodes outward from the table like ripples from a cannon ball, washing over the entire server. The change is palpable.

"Etho, I could kiss you right now," Cleo says, relieved beyond measure.

"Please don't," he says with a smile. "After all, I don't know where your mouth's been."

Cleo raises an unimpressed eyebrow, pretending to mull the situation over.

"Yeah, you make a good point," she says, and the group bursts into laughter.

#mcyt #hc x dsmp #hermit canyon au #zombiecleo #xisuma #joe hills #docm77 #ethoslab #me.cpp

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punzz · 3 years

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sapnap — fair date.

PAIRING: sapnap x reader

PRONOUNS: any !

SCENARIO: sappynappy invites you to a new fair with dream and george just to spend more time with you :]

WARNINGS: none at all!

— 𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙜... 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 rang from beside me on my bedside table. I groaned and rubbed my eyes before pressing the green button, instantly wincing from the loud mouth on the other line of the call.

"Y/NNNNNN!!" Shouted Sapnap.

I raised a brow, "What is it? You woke me up for what?"

"Well, theres a new fair an hour away from where we live and i'm wondering if you would wanna go together with Me, Dream and George while he's here with you?" I thought about it for a little while before agreeing to his offer.

I mean, it saves me sitting in the apartment with hardly anything to do for the day and i could spend some more time with him so i'm happy.

I got up after ending the phone call, a smile growing on my face as i saw a text pop up, 'See you in half an hour<3'.

I quickly threw on some on some of my favourite comfy clothes before sorting out my hair and as soon as i was done, i heard a knock on my door, cliche right?

I open the door and smile when i see the three males stood outside, "Hey! You ready to go?" Dream asks as I nod in response, making sure i have everything before walking out to his car, getting in the back seat with Sapnap, a soft blush creeping up on my cheeks.

"How have you all been?" I ask them, making some small talk before i noticed in the front that George had fell asleep, his head on the window beside him as Dream just shook his head, “He never learns that he’ll get a bad neck.” He mumbled.

Sapnap laughed it off, “Just leave him be Dream, let him learn his lesson this time before he gets on all of those rides you’re probably going to drag him on.”

Before long, we all reached the fair and it was pretty nice for a new upcoming one if i was honest. It had loads of rides, more than the one thats at the usual fair i used to go to when i was a kid but i wasn't complaining, it looked super cool but one thing that caught my eye was the mini arcade room.

George raised a brow at me, "Are you going over there? We could split up, i go with Dream and you go with Sap," He said to me as i nodded, smiling and intertwining me and Sapnap’s arms together, "Lets go here if you want to.. uh, if you don't then theres the ghost train over there if you like that sort of thing?"

"You're so glad Karl isn't here because he would be taking us on that ghost train and other horror rides every single minute straight after it is finished.." The taller latter groaned, shaking his head at the thought but he smiled down at you, "Lets go to the arcades but one condition, i pay okay? It's my treat for waking you up out of your beauty sleep as they say."

"Well, i'm not going to say anything to that so thank you SappyNappy, that means a lot!" You smile and head over to the arcade, sitting on one of the stools and watching as he wanted to play a shooting game which wasn't that unusual for him.

You two played those sort of games all the time after he finished playing minecraft with the boys.

You felt your heart race as Sapnap side glanced at you, giving you a smirk as he moved his head down a little, motioning to all the tickets that was currently come out of the machine.

"Do you think we will get enough to get the same vlog gun as TommyInnit? Is that really possible?" You bite your lip jokingly, Sap raising his brows and chuckling, "Maybe it is, we can just flex on him with it so he can stop sending me so many pictures and titling them 'Can't wait to fight you with this'."

The day continued until it started getting darker and finally, you, george, dream and sapnap gathered back together and huddled into the car.

You were sitting in the front this time with Dream, just having a small conversation with him about youtube and what he would be doing for the smp, future streams, etc.

You smiled softly, listening in and agreeing with the amazing ideas he had came up with for any challenges and manhunts people had yet to see and it amazed you how his brain could work like this.

It felt like forever the two of you were talking but you were finally home and you felt sad that you had to leave everyone until god knows when.

"I'll walk you to your room, dont want anything happening to you," Sap mumbles to you, you nod and thank him for the kind gesture, walking to your apartment door.

You got your keys out and unlocked the door, turning around and looking at the taller male stood in front of you.

"Thank you so much for today, it was absolutely amazing, i enjoyed myself but i don't know when we will even be able to do this again." You smile sadly, running a hand through your hair as Sapnap nodded, "Agreed, if you're free tomorrow we could do this again.. just you and me?"

You nodded at that, "I would love that!" You smile and stand on your toes, leaning to the males cheek and giving him a soft kiss there which made him blush a very dark red, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too y/n, stay safe!"

#sapnaponeshots #sapnap #sapnapimagines #sapnap x reader #sapnap smut #dream team reactions #dream smp preferences #dream team x reader #dream team #dream team imagines #punzity #sapnap imagine #sapnap oneshots #sapnaponeshot #sapnap oneshot #top of sapnap x reader omg #thank you!

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kiannauwrites · 3 years

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Dream Imagine

smp!Dream x y/n

hello! I had this idea after watching a fan edit of the smp so I decided to share it with you!! I plan on making a part 2 so stay tuned for that aha :) Please feel free to send me requests, but otherwise enjoy!!!

•••

It had been an early morning for you. You went out hunting while it was still dark to get some more food for you and Dream as you had been running low.

Getting out of bed was a challenge seeing as Dream held you so close to him as he slept. You slowly lifted his arm off you as shifted off the bed smiling when you successfully left. Before you exited the room you looked over you shoulder and watched as he pulled your pillow into his chest.

The sun was just rising in the sky when you came back and after putting the raw beef into the furnace you go to your shared bedroom to see if Dream had woken up for the day.

When you entered the room you saw that he was dressed and almost ready to go out for the day. He had a bag packed with supplies and was grabbing a few boxes of tnt when he saw you come into the room.

“You’re back!” Dream said putting the tnt into his bag.

“I am,” you giggled as he came up to you wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “It was a good morning for gathering food! I even saw Niki in the woods. She invited me to lunch tomorrow,” you said.

“That sounds like it’ll be fun baby,” Dream says while kissing your neck.

“Where are you off to today?” You asked him while reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

“mmm-I’m gonna visit Tommy again,” he said while yawning. Your hand stilled in their movements as you bit your lip. Tommy had been exciled for a few weeks now and as far as you were aware Dream was the only one who visited him. You had asked him multiple times if you could tag along as you cared deeply for Tommy and knew that being alone for so long would really be eating away at him. But every time you asked if you could go with you were shut down. Dream always made up some excuse for why you couldn’t and frankly it was getting on your nerves.

You loved Dream and you knew he loved you but recently you’ve felt a change in him and it’s starting to scare you. Still you decided to ask again hoping that he might have had a change of heart.

“Oh. do you think maybe, uh maybe I could come this time?” you asked, you could feel him stiffen before he took a step back.

“y/n, I don’t know how many times we have to go through this-“ he ran a hand through his hair.

“Dream, c’mon I really want to see him,” you said, already frustrated with his answer.

“Yeah, well, just because you want to doesn’t mean you can,” he said turning away from you walking to the beds side table to grab his mask.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me see him, Dream. I know it’s gotta be hard on him, he’s just a kid-“

“I DONT CARE IF HES JUST A KID!” Dream yelled spinning around to face you, “It’s all for my plan it has to be this way! He needs to feel alone, needs to think I am the only one who cares,” he finished.

“w-what?” you start.

“I’ve got to go, I’m already late,”he said pushing his way past you and out the door.

You followed him through your house until you made it outside, “Dream, wait! What the hell are you talking about? Dream!” you grab the sleeve of his hoodie finally making him stop.

“y/n, I don’t have time for this,” he mumbles before he turns slightly to look at you. “Tommy is just a pawn in this game of chess, in my game. Everyone plays a part and this is his.”

#dream #dream smp #dream imagines #dream x reader #dream mcyt #sapnap imagine #georgenotfound

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summertime4k · 3 years

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look at me, not posting at ungodly hours of the night lol anyways

hey guys !! here’s a dadboyhalo and sapnap oneshot !!

yes, thsi is me letting my daddy issues show now SHHH AND ENJOY THIS

I'm Nothing Like You

“Bad!!” Sapnap yelled, backing away from his father when he saw him slowly get closer to him, hand coming between them. “This isn't like you!”

“Oh, really? Sapnap?” He raised his hands up in defense, anger visible in his eyes, “I’m just doing what’s best for everyone! I’m doing what’s best for you!”

Sapnap let out a laugh, shaking his head repeatedly, “Don’t- don’t come at me with that bullshit, Bad. You and I both know that what you’re doing is- is - is selfish!”

His father locked eyes with him. Sending fear down his spine as Bad stared him down with a look that could kill him in a matter of seconds. “Selfish? You think that what I’ve done is...selfish?” the space between them slowly trickled away as Bad got more and more angry. Scaring the son and making cowar more and more into the shell he hid behind.

“What have you done this entire time, Sapnap? You’re best friend turned out to be a war criminal who is now in prison, his lover is off sleeping to get away from the real world, one of your fiance’s disappears randomly; slowly seeming to lose himself each time he comes back, the other one goes radio silent and then reappears- challenging the thing I work for most.

“And what have you done? Your entire world is crumbling right in front of you!!” Bad grabbed his son’s shoulders, slightly shaking him as if he was asleep, “It’s all coming downhill for you, and you aren’t doing anything about it! I offer help. a way to fix your world, and I ask for one simple thing...and you can’t even do that.”

Sapnap simply stood there, his feet feeling frozen in place, tears pricking at his eyes the more he realized his father was right.

What was he doing? He’s simply been either running away from his problems or ignoring them, acting as though nothing was happening. Like nothing was going wrong in his life. When in reality, almost everything is wrong. “Bad- “

“Listen, Sap,” he let go of Sapnap’s shoulders, breathing in and fixing his composure before he continued speaking, “I know that can be overwhelming. Believe me! I know how it feels!” Bad ruffled with Sapnap’s hair, knowing how much he liked it as a child, “trust me, The Egg can fix all your problems...all you have to do, is join The Egg. That’s all you have to do…”

Sapnap turned to the tower, eyeing the red vines that surrounded it. Contrasting thoughts running through his head the more he thought about The Egg, Bad, his fiance’s, his friends- it all did seem overwhelming. But was it worth giving his mind and life over to some egg? Was it worth not knowing what would happen to the people he cared about because his mind would be occupied by something that wasn’t him?

If the egg really would grant him what he truly desires, then he wouldn’t need to worry about keeping everyone he loves safe. He wouldn’t need to keep running away from his problems- he’d just be handing them over to the egg…

He would just be handing them over to the egg…

Handing them over instead of just dealing with them…

Sapnap looked up at his father, shook his head, making Bad’s hand move away from his head and fall back to Bad’s side.

“No”

“No?”

He wiped the tear that accidentally fallen down, breathing in sharply before looking deep into Bad’s eyes, “No. I’m nothing like you. I don’t just hand my problems over to some stupid fucking egg to solve.”

“Sapnap.”

“When was the last time you asked me what I wanted? It’s always what you want!” Sapnap began to walk away, but came to a stop when Bad began talking again.

“You will regret talking like that about The Egg.” Bad put his sword back in the scabbard he had. Beginning to walk backwards towards the tower.

“You’re no son of mine.”

A sting went straight into Sapnap’s heart the moment those words left his fathers mouth. His hand went into a fist, nodding and finally leaving the other.

As he walked away, he felt the tears that managed to not come out start to spill from his eyes. Sapnap started to run when he deemed he was far enough from Bad’s vision.

He ran and ran, his head paying no attention to the time, and how heavy he was breathing, followed with the pain from his feet and chest. From time to time, his hands went up to his face to wipe away his tear stained cheeks. He was panting, gasping for air when he finally stopped running.

Structure after structure, memory after memory, Sapnap was straying farther and farther away from the Dream SMP. Paying no mind to his location at all until he could feel his legs and lungs give out.

Falling down to his knees, he hid his face in the palm of his hands, letting out choked out sobs. Sapnap looked around himself, feeling lost while his eyes scanned the snow filled biome he stopped at. His body felt hot in contrast to the coldness from the snowflakes that fell around him,

Feeling hot or cold was the last thing Sapnap could focus on. His mind was a kaleidoscope of all his problems. Flashing in front of him, full force with no stop in between for him to breathe. It was all too fast. Everything was too fast for him. No space to breathe. Only him. Alone.

“FUCK!!” He screamed, throwing a random fire charge at an innocent tree. Sapnap’s hands went to his head, to which he began to hit out of frustration. Kicking and shaking his head, he let out failed screams and cries.

He turned around and lied on the harsh freezing ground, colliding with his face that was scorching hot. The snow slowly began turning to water, mixing with his tears the more he cried. His arms longed for something- or someone to hold. So he hugged himself instead, thinking more and more about his fiance’s, best friends, and father.

“I want my life back!” he screamed in a whisper to himself, “I want my dad...I want Quackity, Karl, George, Dream, Bad, Skeppy, Punz- I want them all back!!” Sapnap’s hand unwrapped itself from his waist, only to hit the snow in front of him. Making it splash on his face, upsetting him furthermore.

“S-Sapnap?...”

Sapnap hid against his fists, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. He shook his head and pushed it further into the melting snow, feeling no energy in talking.

“Sap...it’s me - it’s Quackity…”

Following the voice, his head lifted up, feeling lightheaded as he tried collecting his thoughts. “Quack?’

Quackity dropped the backpack he was carrying, he knelt down in front of Sapnap’s head and softly raised his hand, asking for permission to even get close to him. When the crying boy nodded, Quackity carefully placed his hand on top of Sapnap’s head, running his hands through his lover's hair. “Do you need a hug?”

Sapnap nodded quickly.

Understanding, he brought Sapnap closer to him, hugging him tightly. Quackity softly blew a breath to Sapnap’s forehead, knowing it helped him calm down. He looked up at Ossium and back down to Sapnap, kissing the side of his head as he continued petting it soothingly. “Hey, Sap, you want to go home?”

“please…”

#dreamsmp #c!sapnap #c!badboyhalo #/rp #/dsmp #writing #fanfic #oneshots #angst #dadboyhalo

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