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slimeylee · 2 years

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Bad day cheering-up

skephalo; my favourite skeppy he/him, bbh he/him

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Skeppy was having a really bad day. He wasn't sure why. He just wasn't feeling it. He'd been sat in his room of him and Bad's mansion, waiting for Bad to come back from his Minecraft Manhunt practicing with Dream, George and Sapnap. He watched the console every now and then, waiting for the words "BadBoyHalo joined the game" to pop up.

He tapped his thigh with his finger, then exhaled slowly. He thought, what if Bad didn't come back? What if he forgot about him? What if- one day everyone he knows, loves, forgot about him? Tears pricked at his eyes at the thought, but he noticed it was kind of stupid. He stood up, grabbing a book and quill out of his inventory. He wrote in the book, signing it and setting it on the floor.

About an hour later, Bad logged onto the SMP after a long day of MCMH practicing with Dream, George and Sapnap. He spawned in him and Skeppy's mansion. He looked at the console, and saw that Skeppy messaged him coordinates to an area. He looked around, "sGeppy?" then he saw the book and quill on the ground. He walked over to it, picking it up and reading it. go to the coords i send u when u see this -skeppy ur best friend <3 <3 <3 <3

"...Okay." Bad blinked. He looked back at the console for the coordinates Skeppy sent him. He didn't know if he needed anything, but thought if Skeppy was bringing him somewhere that he would already have everything that they'd need. So, he just went to the coordinates.

Soon enough, Bad had arrived at the coordinates. And he was surprised. Skeppy was sat on a blanket on the ground. There were sandwiches, muffins, a cooler. Skeppy looked up at Bad, then smiled slightly. "Hey, Bad." - "Hi, sGeppy!! Did you do all of this for us?!" - "Yeah! I figured..." Skeppy trailed off, thinking of an excuse.

"Iiii figuureed.. that.. since you have been practicing for the Manhunt with the Dream Team all day, thaaat.. we coould hang out together! You're probably really exhausted and I thought, 'what's more relaxing than going on a picnic with my best friend?" Skeppy gave off a suspicious smile, which Bad slowly caught onto, but he went with it. "Thank you, sGeppy! I really appreciate it." Bad smiled.

He sat down, picking up a muffin and taking a big bite out of it. Of course he goes for the muffins first, Skeppy thinks to himself as he grins and rolls his eyes. Skeppy's hopes were high that this would make him feel better. After a few minutes, Skeppy took a soda out of the cooler and popped the tab, taking a sip.

The two of them finished the food that Skeppy had prepared, and Skeppy felt better. But he was still a bit sad. Bad looked at Skeppy, and he could tell that something was wrong. "Hey, sGeppy, do you want to.. go home?" Bad asked. "...Yeah, you know what? Let's go home." Skeppy smiled, and the two quickly packed up their stuff and headed back to the mansion.

When the two of them got back to the mansion, Skeppy went over and slumped on the couch, and Bad looked at his best friend. "sGeppy, are you.. okay?" Bad trailed over to Skeppy, frowning. "What. Are you talking about, Bad. I'm fineee." Skeppy looked away from Bad, tears pricking at his eyes. "I know you, sGeppy. You've that look on your face. You're not fine." Bad scooted closer to Skeppy, who was trying super hard not to make any eye contact with him.

Bad aggressively pulled Skeppy into a hug. Skeppy inhaled, and the tighter Bad hugged, the more tears began to slowly tiptoe down his cheeks. He leaned into his friend, and Bad slowly moved his hands to Skeppy's lower back as he planted a gentle kiss to his friends forehead. Skeppy exhaled, sniffling. The two sat quiet for a minute, til Bad had an idea spawn in his head.

Bad had pulled the two of them into a laying position on the couch before wrapped his arms around Skeppy's stomach. Skeppy flinched from the quick movement before speaking up after a few seconds. "Bh- Bad? What're.." Skeppy's hand shot to his mouth as a finger gently traced his bare side. When did Bad's hand get up his sweater? Skeppy twitched, gently kicking his legs as more fingers started tracing up and down his side.

"Geeeppy." Bad smiled. "Nhhope.." Skeppy fought a smile from appearing on his face as the tracing slowly turned into scratching. Then that scratching turned into scribbling, and suddenly moved to his stomach. "BaAd!" Bad giggled at Skeppy's reactions and his determination to not smile. "C'mooohn, Geppy. Let's see your smile, you muffinhead! Hahahahh!" Bad taunted, moving up the sleeve of Skeppy's hoodie to trace his arm. Skeppy finally broke at that.

"Bahahahad! Nohoho- nohoht thehEHERe!" Skeppy twisted and squirmed in his friend's bear hug. "There's that smile I love to see!" Bad exclaimed, and Skeppy's face flushed. "IhIHIHI- BaHAD!" Skeppy squealed as a raspberry was applied to his neck. "Tickle, tickle, sGeppy," Bad whispered into Skeppy's ear as he moved back to Skeppy's stomach and squeezed.

"BAHAHAD! StOHOhop! Pleheheheheeease! AAH!" Skeppy shrieked, bucking his hips which were now attacked by his demon friend with gentle, unbearable squeezes. "You're adorable, sGeppy." Bad commented, and Skeppy's face flushed some more as he continued to kick the air profusely. Bad found that Skeppy must've enjoyed compliments. They make him all flustered. He wanted to implement as many as he could.

Bad had squeezed Skeppy's stomach again and he squealed once more. Now tapping Skeppy's belly and occasionally dipping a finger into his bellybutton, Bad's hands went side to side over Skeppy's lower and upper stomach."BaHaHAHAad! Ihihi'm ohohokay nohow! PleHEHEAsEE!" Skeppy shrieked as Bad suddenly leaned down and planted a raspberry on Skeppy's stomach, where the demon had brought his hoodie up himself.

Bad shook his hair to add onto the electrifyingly ticklish feeling, and Skeppy was lost in a hysterical trance of laughter with his head thrown back. He felt safe. Happy, for the first time that day. He loved hanging out with Bad, even if they'd have their rough some-times. Skeppy loved whatever they'd do together. Trolling him, or just simply hanging out. It was Skeppy's favourite thing in the whole world, and he didn't know what he'd do or where he'd be without Bad.

Bad's heaven hell slowed to a stop, and soon enough Skeppy and the demon were two peas in a pod on the couch. Bad tightly wrapped his arm around Skeppy, and Skeppy sunk into Bad's chest. Bad sighed, then with a smile on his face said; "I love you, sGeppy." Skeppy giggled out an; "I love you too, Bad." Bad gently kissed Skeppy's hair, and the two slowly drifted off into a peaceful nap on the couch.

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@micyleeunu12 i am so so so so so sorry for making u wait so long t-t ik u told me to cancel the idea but i couldnt let this go to waste and leave u three months empty-handed :( i really would hope you enjoyed it though!! and if u already found someone who made the fic you were looking for i bet theirs is 1000x better than mine xd /gen/srs

this has been in my drafts for three months and ive got asks still in my inbox from five months ago i need to catch up on so many things i am sorry xP/gen/srs

i hope u enjoyed this tho... longest fic ive made so far :0 i made it past 1k words (this is 1163 words) lets gooo >:D (ive made it a goal of mine to create a fic thats either 1k words or longer but ive never had the motivation--)

i hope i wrote for these two ok--or accurately--i feel like i s h o u l d have since skeppy and bad are two people that ive probably watched the most--i dont think ive written for them before tho now that im thinking abt it i might have dont remember tbh

but otherwiseee

slimey out :]

-spookyslime

#slimey-fics #lee!skeppy #ler!badboyhalo #i would make this longer--for three months of work this shouldnt be acceptable xD but i dont have motivation to make this any longer #than it is--sorry :c

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dweam-en-eff · 7 months

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DNF CHICKEN VIDEO LIVEBLOG NOW THAT I CAN WATCH IT WOOO

lmao dream didnt even tell him the premise before starting "BTW I CAN GLIDE" im an idiot i thought he had his hud hidden for a second then realized it was just tiny lmao george went splat |you can tell how long ago this was he still had the crown damn that chimken has a lot of health wait if dream dies but the chicken is fine can he still get back to it. can he just hide it somewhere. actually yeah not having to fight dream is a huge advantage in this situation lmao AND chicken cant wear armor so that's concerning chicken fling inb4 he crits it on instinct while grabbing food dude put him in a hole while ur doing stuff does the chicken regen or does it need seeds like in the pet videos? the fast graphic leaves are annoying me "yeah just like you were bugged ea-" excuse me when they know each others' tells <3 can the chicken breathe underwater. does chimken have gills. ok but the fact that he called it chimken kills me that's a very gen z thing to do the chicken loves his dad (george) boat strats lol ok but without the hand there it genuinely looks like he's f1'd. i no longer feel dumb for thinking he was oh dream's deader than the chicken "it's like the opposite of jaws" 1 hp chicken!! wtf are those noises george lmao "Please he's just a little chicken" 😭 sidenote why tf are emojis rendered like that on notepad just add proper emoji support already jeez music switch hi "im so glad sapnap isnt in this recording im glad we had a falling out" silly silly …lets be real there's probably someone in the comments who'll believe him wholeheartedly damn eating chimken's brother in front of him and chimken got revenge by egging him lmao HE'S JUST A CHIMKEN!!! oh god the fire strats HE GOT BOXED BY A FISH damn that's an old reference ICE BOATS this is chaos lmao wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee throws the chicken at him lol just realized i've been spelling it wrong this whole time it's chimkin not chimken rip i love how we all thought this'd be dnf chicken dads cuteness but nope george just wants this chicken dead he hid the chicken in the house lets go nvm george found him immediately DONT BRING THE CHICEKN IDIOT ok welp that should buy him some time lmao he almost burned the chicken rip fox diamonds having slowfall in the nether is actually gonna be very helpful, he can escape from george pretty easily given all the ledges omg old-timey christmas music this is the only time christmas music in october is acceptable. "i can… fight you i guess 🙄" o i see him does he srsly- HE DIDNT SEE DREAM 0.5 jesus oh wait if it goes down by .5s the chicken actually has 20 hearts/40 hp, damn he is not making that- oh pearl nvm "okay lets get out of here" so casual lmao HOW i've missed "hello dream" <3 chicken's stuck lmao chicken almost just suicided CLUTCH but also why'd he wait so long to leap after it chicken wants a hot tub bath hi george how many blaze rods did he get? i don't think he can leave the foretress yet, can he? if he doesnt have enough yet he kinda just needs to kill george righ- oh there he goes chicken's an escape arCHICKEN'S SUICIDAL JESUS "i clutched that was epic" "i dont care 😒" he yays in lowercase daww sir you are on fire i love him when he's calm and silly mode um acksuallyyyy gliding from holding a chicken is canon in the 2022 april fools update (that's the one block at a time one right) heck i moused over the video on accident and saw how close i am to the finish. rip chimken you arent living long lolwut actually it's probably a rounding error, health is stored in smaller percentages than we realize damn chimken was actually a dragon what a plot twist "that was… anticlimactic dies"

And then i watched the extra scenes and laughed at chicken dragon and awwed at dnf going to get haircuts immediately after but i can't add those parts bc tumblr hates me 😒

#liveblog #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf #minecraft manhunt #ish #len.txt

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨

and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?

I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!

Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.

In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza

Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.

The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.

Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.

DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)

They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.

"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.

Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.

Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.

Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.

(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...

(Y/n).

Dream

His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.

Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.

"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.

He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.

It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...

And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...

He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.

"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.

"Is that..."

"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.

The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.

But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...

So it hit.

The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.

He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."

"Dre-"

"I said, let's go."

They decided not to comment further.

Bad

He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.

Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.

The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.

He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...

He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...

Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.

Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.

"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."

"Maybe I could've protected you..."

"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"

He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.

"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.

"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."

"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.

The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."

"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.

The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.

He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."

Tommy (and Tubbo?)

He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.

Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.

No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...

Now, what was left?

"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.

"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.

He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.

"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."

'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.

Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.

"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.

Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.

"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."

Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"

"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.

Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.

"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.

"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.

He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.

With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.

Ranboo

Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.

The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.

His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.

Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.

"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.

"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.

"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"

Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"

Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...

They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!

"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.

"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"

Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.

Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.

The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.

Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.

"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.

"Ran...Boo..."

"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.

Ghostbur

He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.

"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.

You only continued walking...

"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.

The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.

You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.

Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.

Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.

Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...

"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.

"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.

The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."

"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"

He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.

"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."

"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."

Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.

Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."

"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"

The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."

"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.

Philza

Maybe he should've felt something more...?

Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.

He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.

First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?

He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.

"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"

He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.

"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...

Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."

"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.

"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.

Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...

Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?

He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.

'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.

'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'

'Terrible person... Horrible...'

'I kill everyone I love...'

'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'

"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."

When did he start crying?

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

behind the screen (irl dream xf!reader) series masterlist ultimate masterlist

A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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dinner time tension

pairing - c! sapnap x gn! reader

summary - as the title suggests, this kiss comes after years...and years...and years of waiting

word count - 843

notes - SET BEFORE MOST OF THE DRAMA LMAO also this one was inspired by @mosstliest list of kisses! number 38 :)

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it was any normal day.

you, sapnap, dream and george were sprawled out on the house dock after a long day of hiking and fishing. dream was poking at a worm in the grass with his finger, and every few minutes george would peek open his eyes to a slit, see dream’s bug torture, and slap his wrist. dream would protest, and george would protest back. the cycle continued.

sapnap was propped up against one of the dock polls, weaving a piece of string between his fingers. he was fast with it, fingers twirling the knots into shapes before you could even notice. you were laying down next to him, staring up at the clouds. they moved so slowly, and yet if you looked away for more than a second they seemed to spring across the sky. right in between one of dream and george’s loud insect saving periods, your stomach growled.

“hungry much?” sapnap’s arm swung over and lightly punched your stomach, and you fake doubled over.

“so what,” you threw back, and his face broke into into a grin. he was on his feet and hauling you up faster than he could tie the knots. you stumbled a bit, falling into him, and he caught you.

“sorry,” you mumbled a bit, face going red and you heard george cackle from across the deck.

“just come inside,” sapnap was leading you by the arm as he spoke.

“awww, look at you making sure ur lover gets fed!” dream called behind you and sapnap shot him a death glare.

finally, you reached in the house and sapnap let go. you both stared at each other for a minute before you broke the silence.

“so...are you making me food?”

“no you dork,” he grumbled, “i don’t know how to cook remember? i just wanted you to make yourself something before you starve.” he moved to sit at the counter, and you moved to the fridge, assessing dream’s last shop. he never seemed to get what was actually needed, but you found a carton of eggs and some vegetables to work with. and so, you got to work. sapnap watched you. it was so effortless, every move you made. he’d never been good at cooking. one year, on your birthday, he’d tried to make you cookies. you’d come home from your birthday walk with niki to piles of smoke billowing out of the house, dream wheezing of laughter on the porch, george lugging water buckets to the house, and sapnap with his head in his hands on the steps. you’d given him a hug and a kiss on the cheek for his efforts, to which george and dream had howled at how flushed sapnap turned.

“how do you do it?” he was suddenly right behind you, and you startled out of thought.

“hmm?”

“cook so well. i could never,” he murmured, watching you move the eggs around quickly in the pan. you had an idea.

“take the spatula.” he did as he was told, and you wrapped your hand around his big one, not missing how his breath caught and your heartbeat stuttered. this was the effect you had on each other, you both knew it. but this moment felt even more...intimate. like you were subconsciously acknowledging each other’s feelings.

“now move it around, fast. like be careful, but don’t keep it in place for too long. you don’t want them to burn,” your voice was soft as you instructed, and he learned closer so that his head was just hovering over your shoulder. you did this for a few minutes, and then the eggs were pretty much done.

“there!” your face was red with a mixture of embarrassment, nerves and pride. “you did it,” you released your hand off his and switched off the heat, turning to him.

he was closer than you’d expected, eyes locked on yours immediately. it made your heart jump. and then his gaze darted to your lips, and you nearly stopped breathing.

sapnap bent over in one swift move, and his lips were on yours. your hands found his shirt, looking for anything to grab onto, as you held on and melted against him. finally.

all too soon he pulled back, breathing heavily.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to-“ your hands were around his neck and pulling him down before he could finish the sentence, bodies flesh against one another.

“took you long enough.”

you both broke apart and your gaze flew to dream in the doorway with a lazy smile. george was coming up the porch steps grumbling, before pulling quarters out his pockets and dumping them in dream’s outstretched hand. you gapped at the deal.

“did- did you bet on us?”

“of course we did,” dream’s grin was infuriating, “i said less than three months. george said less than six.”

“and then what, you’d re-bet if we didn’t after six months?” you demanded of them. you heard sapnap chuckle behind you, and you smacked his arm without looking.

now it was george’s turn to smile,

“exactly.”

#dream team fanfic #c!sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fanfic #dsmp fanfic #imagines

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