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🍄My sweet mushrooms boy🍄

You giggle watching him sit down, his fingers twirl lightly as little red mushrooms grow up and twirl with his powers, you reach out and once you touch one it shrinks right back down into a little mushroom which makes you laugh more, he closes his hand as all the mushrooms go back to normal, he smiles standing up “ come on darling” you take his hand and he leads you to a large part of the woods with taller trees the sun peeks through the leafs like it’s interested in what he plans to do next, I smile looking at him seeing his glasses rest on top of his head his baby blue sweater has stains on the sleeves and elbows from dirt, his jeans ripped and dirty shoes but even then he was the cutest thing you ever seen, birds flew over head along with squirrels spazzing out when we walk to close we laugh at them. We reach the edge of the woods pass the trees is a field full of flowers with a pond towards the other side, there were so many colors and you look to George “ beloved it’s beautiful” he smiles “ watch this” he bends down and you sit by him, he moves his hands you can see the green magic move out of his hands as he picks a couple flowers and twirls them together, even tho he’s done many things with his powers it always surprised you ever time. He rest it in his hands and there say a flower crown with blue flowers, he rests it on your head kissing your cheek and laughs “ you like it “ you giggle jumping at him kissing him deeply and cup his cheeks, he smiles softly and pulls you toward the field, you guys lay in the middle, he reaches his hand up bc you do too you feel the wind rush through your fingers then you look over finding his nose slightly pink with a blush as the wind nips his pale cheeks, he light brown eyes hold more colors then the rainbow itself, he was beautiful true art. He was nature. You smile rolling over kissing his nose and lips softly as he wraps his arms around you, you cup his cheeks then look to the pond, you giggle getting up. George looks confused as you pull your dress off and panties, his jaw drops as you go running into the pond splashing, you laugh loudly as he gets up doing the same jumping in with you. You both emerge from the water laughing and splashing, you laugh moving closer wrapping your arms around his neck, his arm rest around your waist then a hand on your butt. You both kiss slowly moving your fingers through his hair and hum lightly in the kiss. It was chilly but you both remained in the water completely as the sun beat down on you both, you both got out and laid in the sun, you close your eyes feeling the heat move over your body and then feel a hand opening a eye, George smiles placing soft kisses down your neck and collar bone, his kisses weren’t lustful or desperate but loving you could feel his soft pink lips gently kiss between your breast and move above your bellybutton, you put your arm over you head turning your head to the side feeling relaxed under his touch, he moves placing a kiss on your hips then thighs moving to kiss your knees along with ankles, he kisses the top of your foot moving back up to your belly and smiles resting his chin on your stomach looking up at you “ we should lay like this more often darling” you feel yourself blush and giggle “ should we love “ he only nods as he moves up kissing you more, then rests on your forearm gently kissing the side of your breast and smile as the sky goes from orange to pink then dark blue the star’s twinkle and shine as you both lay in peace, you see something flickering in the corner of your eye, you smile “ George “ he looks up seeing you point to the woods “fireflies beloved “ you smile big as George rest his hand on your hip moving his thumb lightly over your skin and hums, closing his eyes and kisses your breast again “ I’m tired beloved” you smile moving so his face rests between your breast “ get some rest beloved” he smiles moving his fingers as the flowers cover us like a blanket, he brings his hands to rest in your back and gently rests his cheek on your breast moving to kiss above you breast “ goodnight”.

(Artist: wiasdes @wiasdes)

@simpnumber1ne

George is found x baby reader (hair stream)

He puts his hair in a small ponytail getting out his face, he yawns stretching. He hears a low whine and smiles walking towards your room. He walks in seeing you awake in your crib whining. he picks you up gently and kisses your little cheek “ good morning darling” you look up at your father gripping your blue blanket and whine, he bounces you lightly in his arms and kisses your head “ I know love, I know” he goes down stairs and holds you close while getting your bottle, you grip his shirt and whimper “I’m sorry sweetheart “ he shakes the bottle and brings it to your lips rocking you lightly and smile rubbing his thumb on your back and sits down at the table, the sun runs through the kitchen window hitting half your face making you eyes light up, he smiles “ look at my pretty girl “ you look up at him and giggle lightly moving your little legs against his stomach. He laughs kissing your cheek. He gets back to the room laying you down picking out little outfits for you, today was his hair stream and everyone really really wanted to see you. He got ready and puts you in your little baby carrier, grabbing a coat and you baby bag. You look around and George laughs seeing you so in awe of everything, Wilbur comes with him to watch you. Wilbur steps out and smiles at you and you laugh reaching your hand out, he laughs holding your hand “ well good morning to you too, sweet girl” you loved Wilbur since you were born, he helped a lot. You grew up knowing him and only him so it made you excited to see him at times. Gets to the place and Wilbur holds you while you babble and hold your blanket, you smile as the other two men just gush over you. They hold your hand and rub your back as you look back and forth between them, George starts the camera and smile “ come on guys, let’s me see her” you giggle at your father as he rests you on his chest, the chat stars to fill with people talking about you “ y/n look “ he turns you pointing towards the camera you look at it and smile seeing your dad in the reflection. Everyone just melts, Wilbur takes you half way through and you play with his beanie and giggle at him while your dad talks. Half way through they lay your blanket down and you get your bottle completely passing out, Wilbur sits by you so nobody steps on you, George looks over and smiles, his heart melts seeing his little girl all relaxed. George finishes and leans down gently rubbing your cheek with his fingers “ y/n..y/n” you yawn and whimper looking up, you cry looking at him, since your birth he never cut his hair, it’s always been long so seeing it short upset you. You crawl into Wilbur chest crying. George looks shocked you’ve never ever denied him. It really broke his heart to see you cry and move away from him “ I’m sorry sweet girl” he goes to reach for you and you pout hiding in Wilbur’s chest. He rubs his neck and Wilbur turns you around “ it’s your daddy y/n, it’s okay “ Wilbur gets closer to your dad and you whine as your dad eyes water, you look up and whine as your dad holds you, he kisses your cheek softly holding your tummy and bottom “ I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to scare you please don’t be upset” you whimper and look up at him touching his face looking up at his hair and pout, George hums kissing your little nose “ shh shh I’m sorry” on the way home you still were whining which made George feel so bad, he tried to comfort you so many times when he gets home. He sighs still seeing you cry “ please my sweet girl, I’m sorry” his eyes water and he holds you tightly “ forgive me sweetheart” he cries lightly and you look up moving you hand over his face as if ur whipping his tears, he smiles and chuckles “ thank you darling” he kisses your cheek and hums taking you to bed, you lay on his chest and he gently rubs your back humming a little rhyme as you finally relax” Good night my sweet girl”

( I don’t do George very much but I hope you like it, you know who you are💙🤍💙)

HI, IM CLAIRE!

Hey, this is my first post and I'd like to introduce my account!

I want to start writing fanfics and stuff like that; these are some of the people/fandoms I'd write:

-mcyt

-chuckle sandwich

-CoD (mostly just ghost and könig)

-pen15

-harry potter

-TWD

-riverdale (probably not much tho)

I won't do any incest or dubcon.

Feel free to write requests or anything!

P.s. I'm on moble so idk if that maks any difference ❤️❤️❤️

YOU DISTRACT ME

nsfw!

george x male!reader ( was tempted to just write 'reader with a dick).

also! this was a request, hope you like it @simonverses

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

cw: porn lol, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, kind of dry humping, slightly dumbification, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, kind of switch!george, brat!george, brat tamer!reader, dom!reader, pet names, dirty talk .

GEORGE loved to stare at you. You were just pretty to look at. He felt like he was in a sort of trance every time he laid his eyes on your figure laying on his bed while playing on your phone.

You had no pants on, leaving you with your dark blue boxers and his white shirt on, and he couldn't help but stare. You were by no means distracted by his gaze, too occupied with your game to even notice the brown eyes of your boyfriend that were filled with lust.

George however, just watched as you huffed and grunted lowly whenever something happened, and before he knew it, his dick was hard and his screen flashed with the usual 'You died!'. Quickly, he logged off and got out of the chair, walking towards his bed and crawling on top of you, slowly massaging your shoulders and back.

You groaned, pleased with the feeling of George's hands massaging your body and turned off your phone, enjoying George's soft kisses that he started to shower your neck with.

"God you're so tense, all because of that stupid game." George mumbled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "Are you really saying this to me? You?" You teased and he shrugged his shoulders, a teasing grin on his face. "Maybe."

You huffed a laugh before groaning as his hands went further down your back and to your ass, slowly massaging each cheek, making you smirk lazily. "Oh, you're horny pretty boy?" You mumbled with your eyes closed. He chuckled, still squeezing your cheeks in his hands "Maybe," He said, biting your upper shoulder softly before he started to trail his mouth lower, kissing every inch of your skin.

You smiled, enjoying the attention until you felt your boxer slowly being pulled down. "Do you want to get punished so badly, pretty boy?" You said, swallowing dry as you felt George's fingers moving closer to your hole. "Shhh." He only whispered in your ear, but you weren't having it.

With a fast movement, you turned around, your hands going to George hips as if it was their designated place. You squeezed his hips as if it was your birth right to have such a pretty and good boyfriend straddling you, just waiting for one word from you to do something, anything.

You raised your eyebrows, looking at him with a small smirk as you slowly started to move his waist against yours, enjoying the feeling of his already hard dick against yours. He closed his eyes, moving his hands to take off his shirt before he looked back at you, placing his hands on your chest.

"Why are you so bold today, pretty? Mhm?" You whispered, raising one hand to grip the back of his neck and moving his face closer to yours. He rolled his eyes, but his pace increased as he grinded his hips against yours without stopping. "Why are you so curious baby? Can't I want to fuck my pretty boyfriend for once?" He mocked, raising an eyebrow at you and making you chuckle.

"God pretty, you don't even understand how much fun I'm gonna have with you if you don't stop being such a bratty baby." You teased, moving your hand around his neck and squeezing slightly. His breath inched, and you could already see his ears turning red from blushing.

"Aw are you blushing, pretty? Am I making you flustered?" You mumbled, using your other hand to squeeze his cock over his boxer, chuckling when you saw a small wet spot on them. "My baby is so horny he can't even control himself, right pretty? You're just so horny that you forgot that I don't like brats. " You said, almost in a patronising tone.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not making a sound as you slowly started to trail your hand up and down his covered dick, going to a place so slow that George considered impossible to reach. A whine left his mouth the moment you squeezed his head, from which he was sure was already leaking pre-cum.

"Look at you, I barely touched you and you're ready to come. You're so fucking needy, pretty." You said, watching with amusement when George whined again, his eyes glossed over with lust as they stared right into yours.

"Come on pretty, get on your knees so I can show you what happens when you want to be a brat." He merely nodded, slowly moving down until his mouth hovered your clothed dick. With a shaky hand, George pulled down your boxer, and licked his lips when he saw your dick.

He wrapped his hands around your dick, slowly moving up and down while you threw your head back, enjoying the sensations his warm hands around his dick sent through your body. You placed your hand over his cheek, caressing his face as he looked up at you and you gave him a small smile that he sent back.

With that, you started to grin, moving your hand towards his mouth, that he immediately opened, and almost shoved your thumb in his mouth while he squeezed your dick tighter. He swirled his tongue around your thumb, closing his eyes as he started to move his hips against the mattress.

"I believe you're ready Georgie, don't you think?" You teased, pushing your thumb down his tongue, making him open his mouth before you used your other hand to put your dick in front of George's mouth. He opened his eyes for a second, just to look at you before he closed them again and took all of your length in his mouth. You breathed out a shaky moan, enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth around your cock as he started to move his head up and down while his hand went towards your balls, massaging them. You started to raise your hips, slightly thrusting inside George's mouth and you moved your fingers through his brown hair, occasionally tugging them.

"You're doing such a good job baby. Taking me- Ahh! in your mouth so well…" You said, biting your lip. In response, George twirled his tongue around the head, getting a taste of pre-cum that made him want to moan out your name. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tugged George's hair, effectively moving his face away from your cocka and making him look at you with an almost annoyed expression on his face.

"Come on, I want your ass, pretty. " You ordered, playfully tugging his hair again. George nodded, wasting no time to get out of his pants and boxers while looking directly at you. "How do you want it baby? Ass up face down?" You asked, sitting up just to kiss him slowly and passionately before you pulled away, biting his lower lip. "Yeah." George just mumbled, feeling himself get incredibly hard at your words alone as he started to turn around.

You chuckled, shaking your head and placing your hands on his back, pushing him on the mattress. "Where are your manners, pretty? When you want something…you ask please." You mumbled into his ear, grinning when you heard his breath inch in his throat as you placed your hand on his asscheeks, slowly making your way towards his hole. You first used one finger, just to tease him a little.

"Come on Georgie, say please." You teased, inserting one finger in his hole and, without wasting a second, you started to move the finger inside of him. Slowly pulling it out before slamming it inside of him again. "Please…" He whispered, eyes closed and fists clenching the bed sheets under him. "Please what? Come on, use your words, pretty." You mocked, adding another finger inside of him as he gasped, eyes flying open. "Please fuck me." He whispered, a red tint spreading all over his cheeks that made you smile cheekily. Lowering yourself, you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"See? You're such a good boy when you use your manners." You teased, getting a small scoff from him that made you chuckle. "Love you baby." You whispered before pulling away, completely removing your fingers from his ass. "Wh-What! Hey!" George mumbled, gasping as he suddenly felt the cold. You laughed, opening a drawer of his desk to take the lube and a condom, smirking slightly at George's offended face. "What? You wanted to be fucked baby, that's what you're gonna get." You said, wasting no time to sit on the bed and pouring some lube on your hand before using the other to put on the condom.

You started to finger George again, leaning down to leave small kisses, love bites and hickeys on his neck and back. He groaned, pushing his raised hips against your hand, wanting more friction. "Patience, pretty. I'll make you cum so hard on my cock alone that you will beg me to stop." You said, leaving a kiss on his shoulder as he shuddered under you, a small moan leaving his rosy and slightly bigger lips, due to all the times he bit them in the last hour. Another four minutes and three fingers, you deemed him as ready to take you. You used your free hand to jerk you off quickly, your erection quickly coming back as you got ready to fuck your pretty boyfriend.

"Ready?" You asked, taking your fingers off of him and replacing them with your dick, not even waiting for George to answer you. You slammed yourself inside of him, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips involuntarily jerked forward at the feeling of George's warmth around you. George however, let out one of the rare loud moans he ever made, biting the bed sheets at the familiar pain of being stretched by you. Even if it wasn't even close to being the first time you guys had sex, George still felt a little sting whenever you penetrated him, even after one year of relationship. "God you're so fucking tight, pretty. Always squeezing me so good." You said, moaning.

George felt his dick twitch under him at the praise, and let out a small sound to make you understand that he wanted you to move. "You want more?" You mumbled, smiling as George immediately nodded his head. With his consent, you started to move your hips. Slowly at first, and then pulled almost all the way out before slamming yourself inside of him again. "Fuck baby, you feels so good." You praised, moaning as he squeezed you even more. You kept your rhythm, not slowing down or picking up speed, wanting to first make George reach his own release before yours hit you completely.

You felt him move under you, and you slowed down, frowning as you thought the moan he just let out was a sign that he was enjoying it. "Everything good baby?" You said, your thrust coming to a stop. He nodded, but there was a bit of discomfort on his face. "What is it, Georgie? Was I going too hard?" You asked, worried you might have hurt him. He immediately shook his head, blushing red, but still refusing to meet your eyes. " I want to see you." He mumbled, readjusting a little.

You cooed, but slowly removed yourself from him and turned him around. "Wanted to be a pillow princess?" You teased, raising his legs to put them over your shoulders as George breathed out shakily, his eyes roaming from your face, to your chest and then to your hips. When you noticed it, you wasted no time to slam yourself back inside of his hole, grinning to yourself as he let out a moan and his pretty brown eyes widened, hands quickly gripping your body as if you were the only one thing to keep him sane.

"Aw, so much better right?" You teased, grinning as your skin slapped against his, as his legs circled your head, tugging you closer, as if he wanted… "More!". He breathed out, eyes shining with unleashed tears and lust as they met yours (E/C).

And you gave him more, while showering him with praises as his cock twitched against his stomach before he came untouched. But you didn't stop there, no, you kept your promise, still fucking him until he started to blab nonsense, until all he could think of was you while you drove yourself crazy, edging yourself until George started to beg you to cum, his hands reaching your shoulders to yank you towards him.

He slammed his lips against yours, his tongue making its way inside your mouth before he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he kept kissing your jaw and neck, until you felt his warm breath against your ear as he breathed out a single word, a word that you followed as if he ordered you. "Come."

Throwing your head back, your hips met his with less force as the force of the orgasm made you almost shake. George gave you a breathy chuckle when you lowered your whole body upon his, placing various kisses on his neck before you rested your head there. "Fuck baby, you were amazing. " You mumbled, closing your eyes briefly as George only smiled, raising his hand to play with your hair that was stuck on your forehead due to the sweat that covered both of your bodies.

"SHARING IS CARING"

NSFW DRABBLE! georgenotfound x sapnap x afab!reader

ageless blogs and minors DNI!

summary: now that both George and Sapnap are in England, you don't see why you shouldn't show them just how much you care about them

TW: threesome, sub!reader , sub!sapnap, dom!george, oral sex (reader receiving), slight brat taming, praise kink, anal, cum play, pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), double-penetetrion, maybe a bit of degradation/ humiliation? but just a bit i swear.

sorry guys I lost motivation after writing the first two paragraphs so this is gonna be a short one, btw I hate this but I'm posting it anyway so...

YOU didn't know how you three ended up like this. Your legs wrapped around Sapnap's head as you sat on his face, his hands gripping your thighs while he licked every inch of your warm and wet pussy, and with George's fingers slowly entering your other hole, whimpers of both pain and pleasure leaving your mouth.

George had his free hand over your ass cheek, occasionally giving it a squeeze or a slap when you tried to pull away. His fingers worked their ways inside of you, stretching you open and preparing yourself for him while you kept moaning, trying to move your hips over Sapnap's face.

And while George kept fingering you, praising words kept falling from his lips. "such a good darling for us, aren't you baby?" he had said one time before squeezing your left cheek "you gonna cum on Sapnap's face? You're going to make a mess?" He whispered, and you clenched around Sapnap's tongue, who let out a moan at the feeling.

"Im- I'm gonna- going to cum!" You moaned out a few minutes later, bending over further so that George could have better access at your hole. "Go on then, cum baby. Squirt all over Sapnap's face, but then you're going to lick it clean alright?" He warned, slowing pushing his cock inside your asshole as you gasped and moaned, both from pleasure and pain.

Immediately, you came, not even realizing what George said to you just moments before your orgasm. So, when Sapnap slowly lifted you from his face, and placed you further down, towards his own dick, you were ready to take him.

But George had other plans and so, with a hand over your head, he shove your face closer to Sapnap's mouth that seemed to be still covered with your orgasm. "I told you, if you came on Sapnap's face you were going to lick it clean, so come on darling, do it and maybe I'll let you have his dick ok?"

So, while you made out with Sapnap, George took Sapnap's dick, stopping his thrust and jerking the younger boy's off a few times before slightly raising your body, just enough so that Sapnap's dick could slide inside of you.

Both you and Sapnap moaned at the feeling, and while you slowly started to move, George took your hips and started to thrust harder and quicker than before, not giving you any time to adjust.

"F-fuck, keep going baby, you're gonna make me cum." Sapnap said after a few minutes of George practically making you ride him, his head pressed on the pillows as his hands helped you to meet both his and George's thrust. George grinned at him, eyes full of mischief "you're going to cum so soon Sap? Can't handle the feeling of our baby's pretty, thigh, wet pussy around your dick?" He mocked, laughing when the youngest boy let out a small whine, definitely getting off of what George said.

"Do it Sap, be a good boy and cum." George ordered, enjoying the way Sapnap immediately listened to him, closing his eyes when you both moaned as he filled you up with his cum.

And while you both came, George kept going, praises coming out of his mouth as he kept fucking your ass and stimulating your clit with his hand, encouraging you to give him at least one last orgasm, please baby, I know you can do it and he did, he made you came another time, and with a tired sigh, all three of you shared a glance and laughed, the smiles never leaving your faces as you proceed to clean yourselves off.

what do we think of george x reader x sapnap smut? 👀👀

💛 DAY 7 OF MONSTER WEEK — FAE GEORGE

[600+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: A nature Fairy sprouted from the dirt...

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You had met George in the middle of winter. You were trying to bring a plant back to health, it was a hobby of yours, when he sprouted from the dirt bag you had thrown onto a chair.

He was tiny at first, barely the size of your palm and he looked like a plant himself, with the budding seeds (which had NOT been budding before that) stuck to the top of his head, swaying as he stumbled to hold up the weight. His eyes were empty, with no thoughts behind them.

It was one very week later that he started speaking, in the exact way you did, though he had an airy accent, with the same maturity. His eyes weren't as empty but they still felt dull.

With even more time, he grew. Up to your ankle, up to your knee, barely your waist height, then to your shoulders. It was rapid, sudden, and fascinating. The plants that had been budding since he was (…born?) crawled out of the dirt had started blooming into a blue for-get-me-not. It had been beautiful for the first couple minutes before petals started shedding rapidly every night he grew.

You knew he wasn't human, his ears were pointed and he didn't have pupils, but he felt human. When he started speaking, you knew he was just as intelligent (if not more in certain subjects) as you were.

You couldn't quite say what he was but you both settled on nature fairy, since he fit the bill well enough. But no matter what he was, he stuck to you like glue. Which, as you realize today, is a recipe for disaster.

You were heading to the park today, just to see how he'd react around nature. You had manged to cover his pointy ears with earmuffs and barely convinced him to wear contacts, so you had been in high spirits that today would be calm and peaceful, overall normal. You should've known that nothing about this was normal.

As you pass through the gates George seems overcome by awe, looking around and gathering every pretty rock he sees. He looked like a young child, excited to explore lands unknown. You make sure to keep an eye on him as you walk, just to be safe he doesn't knock his earmuffs off or trip over a root.

But the more you watch him the less worried you become. He seems so at home in the park, surrounded by nature. For a second you wonder if you were selfish not bringing him sooner.

You're so caught up in that train of thought that you don't even notice that George is wandering away before he's gone. The second you do, you start running around the park looking for him.

First further up the trail, just in case he somehow walked faster than you though and outpaced you. Then back around, peeking through the bushes lining the trails. He isn't in any of them, though you didn't really think he was. You just wanted to be sure… Sue you, he's short, okay.

You're already off the trail but you have to keep looking, you can't just abandon him, especially not without a goodbye. You keep walking, there's simply no alternative in your head.

Of course, as you walk you shout. Multitasking, eh. But no one responds, there are just regular park woods noises. You walk a bit deeper, using a rock to mark a trail of trees incase you get lost.

You're deep into the woods now and you start hearing soft snoring. You rush towards the noise, fury lighting beneath you as the though of George sleeping through your panic infuriates you.

You skid to a stop a little way's away from a very badly built wooden tent, with gaps in the wood and a few wooden pieces for what might be a makeshift bed. On that bed, George is snoring away, without a care to the world.

He's about to get one rude wake up call.

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[Dude I wrote this really quickly before knocking out. I've gotten 2 hours of sleep and 0 will to live, the quality is only technically my fault but I blame 5am Me for everything.]

[Anyways happy Halloween for most of the world except Sydney, you cucks are already on tommorow. Take care yall!]

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❤ Travel Pack

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

[3300+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's for breakfast," She asks.

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

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

George shrugs, "I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

"Whose going to wake them?" Someone whispered.

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

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

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

"WAKE UP!"

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

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

Ha the dream team look like pissbabies

Bad's kinda... ya know?

all of us are going to hell

we're already dead dumbass

poor bby sapnap looks like a kicked puppy ;-;

KekW

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

LOOK BACK

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

RED WOLF

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

HE IS NEAR

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

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

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

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

ATTACK.

RETREAT.

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

GET UP

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

DODGE

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

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

MOVE!

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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❤ Shampoo Shopping

[1200+ words]

(He/him pronouns)

Description: You're running out of Shampoo when someone collapses in the same aisle. Who knew they were going to be pretty? (George x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You stare at the white bottle, the tiny black words practically blind to you. When was the last time you went shopping? It was an abhorrent thought because ew, social interaction. But sadly, because of your isolation, you've lost all skill at shopping.

You're just standing there,, considering the benefits of a classic Dove shampoo. It's not 2 in 1, so it's probably fine. You throw it in your trolley and head off towards conditioners.

The bottles are all so colourful over here, you noticed almost instantly. You don't have much time to notice, though. Not when a fellow shopper at Tesco's suddenly collapses. Their head bounces off the wall as they start sliding down, trolley bumping into yours.

You blink. "Uh...?" Hesitantly walking over, you poke the man in the arm. They move slightly, to your utter relief. You can't imagine what you would've done if they had just died. That would not have looked good to be caught poking a dead body.

"Sir?" You try, to no result. They are limp, their cart a few feet away from them. Slowly, you reach over and pull their head onto your lap so you can check them over.

There isn't any blood that you can find, sifting your fingers around his scalp. So it's likely just gonna be a heavy headache. You still take a second to brush a finger over the area as a sort of condolence. They shift under your hands, pressing themselves closer to the hand.

Wow. They seem almost as touch starved as you.

You pull your hand away from their fluffy brown hair and consider ways to wake someone. You saw once on the American Office that Dwight held the nose and mouth closed to wake someone up. You also experienced it once when your delightful sister tested it on you.

Maybe not then.

Luckily, or maybe unluckily, you didn't have to think much longer when your sleeping beauty slowly blinked. You almost thought you heard then mumble pretty before your situation registered.

"What the–!" You flinched away as they scrambled back. "Who are you–!"

"Er, Y/N? I'm sorry it's just, you had collapsed and– and, I dunno?" You flailed awkwardly. They nodded along, just as awkwardly. Their pretty eyes were slightly teary as they rubbed at the back of their head. "Are–, you okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm just–, well, colourblind so–, uh..." They grimace at their own odd explanation. "My eyes are sensitive and it doesn't usually make me pass out but today was just unlucky."

You wince. You couldn't imagine how hard that must be. Your cousin dealt with minor colourblindness, but never to the extent of passing out. You never even knew it could get that bad.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay, uh–?" You flustered yourself, realizing you don't even know their name. "... mate?"

They blinked at you for a second before bursting into laughter. You couldn't contain your own laugh, feeling oddly charmed by the stranger.

"My name is George." They give you a small grin, which lights up their face. You give a small, flustered squeak to which they thankfully ignore.

"I'm glad you're okay, George."

"Thank you for, well, trying to help," George awkwardly laughed. "Sorry you had to see me like that though."

"Oh no! You're fine. I mean, who wouldn't help?" You fiddled with a loose thread on your sweater.

The pretty brunet shook his head, "Still, thanks."

"I mean," You licked your strangely dry lips. Now wasn't a good time to look half-dead, you realized. "I get that this might be awkward and you can totally say no but—, uh, can I get your nunber?"

George flushed red, turning their face away. "S–sure."

{《☆》}

"Are you still thinking about Shampoo Boy?" Your sister asked, leaning against her palm. She was talking on the phone with one of her friend's cousins as she made dinner, but it seems she caught onto your moping.

"I don't know what to say." You bemoaned. Life is so unfair. Why did all your braincells have to die with your social skills. "What did you say to get your boyfriend?"

Your question was towards Sam's phone, which hummed for a second. Sam handed it off to you, excusing herself to grab a cup of water.

"Well, when I realized I liked Jackie I just talked to him. Like a normal person."

"Oh God, you're useless." You cry, hiding your face in your arms. "I can't just talk to him. You don't get it! George is so pretty and– agh—!"

Sam raised an unamused brow, the empty cup still dripping lonely drops of water. "Are you done? Good, you were getting annoying."

"I hate you," You absoloutely mean your words. Sulking to your room, you frowned at your phone. George's contact was saved under "George ❤" and yet you couldn't find the confidence to actually text him anything. Why was existing so hard?

You lean back on your bed, teasing your lip between your teeth. Chewing on it as you started drafting a message. Immediately, you deleted it all. And started writing again, and deleted again, and writing again.

Curse stupid, stupid social anxiety. Locking you into a stalemate of not wanting to say too much and not wanting to say too little. You've technically had a mini text already. So that George actually had your number you sent it to him there with your name and a compliment, your sister always said that everyone loved compliments.

He responded back after giving you the goofiest smile. A simple hi but with your own special compliment.

Maybe you could compliment him again. He had good fashion taste, maybe you could compliment his sweater. Or would that be too weird? Agh!

Your solace came from someone you least expected.

George. Your screen bubbled up with "..."s as George started writing something horribly long. You waited, clutching your phone between both hands.

Hi!

I hope you're not busy but I just wanted to thank you again for helping me ba

Back at the store*

Sent too early

I'm sorry

You pull your phone close to your neck, pressing the top to your lips in a silent panic. How badly you want to kick your feet and squeal like a kid with a crush. Okay, Step 1) Answer him like a normal person. Step 2) ... marriage? Step 3) Profit.

Totally reasonable and not at all made up on the spot.

Youre absoloutely fine

No need to apolgize* not like youre fine fine

Well you are good looking but I wasnt

I'm going to stop now

Thanks I think?

And uhm

You're good looking too

So

... I'm sorry

No please do not apologize

I think we're just both really awkward

Let me start over

Please

Okay

George I think you're really pretty and I would like to ask you out on a date if that's alright with you

If not you can totally block me like I'm so sorry

No you're perfectly good

I would love to go on a date

With you

Specifically

... I'm sorry

I never thought I'd get this far

Uh cool so I can pick you up at 7 this Saturday

If that's good with you ofc

That's amazing

I'll see you this Saturday

...

By the way I think I have your shampoo

{《☆》}

[I posted this on Wattpad like 2 days ago but Merry Christmas Eve, another post is going to come out soon so bye for now!]

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❤ No Friends

[2300+ words]

[He/Him pronouns]

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

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

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{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

'Circle. Triangle. Star. Umbrella.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{《☆》}

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

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

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Description: You and your sister Cairo are on your way to the Antartic Empire to stay with family. There is some trouble along the way. (Muffinteers x M!Reader)

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"Cairo," you call, throwing a stick into the slowly growing fire. "It's getting late, kid."

Your sister's tent remains closed though, quiet even when she'd usually be complaining loudly about spending another night in the woods. You stretched quietly, almost letting it go if not for something in your head nagging at you.

"Hey, kid? You asleep already?" You glanced back at the fire, where you should be keeping watch as she slept. Stepping over a log you pushed aside a flap of the tent. Xyr bedroll was empty, xry covers still neatly set up and practically untouched.

"Well, shit..."

{《☆》}

Wiggling xyr fingers awkwardly, she tried to pull xry hand out of the tight knots. Xry socks scrapped against the floor as she hung, they were undoubtedly ripped which she was slightly upset about, they were xyr favourite pair. Cairo knew with hindsight that leaving xyr brother behind was the worst decision she could've made.

Huffing, she stopped for a moment to breathe. It was so stupid. All she wanted was to have a little fun and maybe steal a few gold coins off of them and they kidnap xem. Xyr pouch was tucked into one of the backpacks in front of xyr, so they were the real thieves. There were at least 4 copper coins that they were taking and not to mention the ugly one pocketing xyr dagger!

She was so going to tell her brother one of them hit on xyr. They are so going to regret kidnapping xyr. 

When she finally managed to pull xyr thumb out, one of xem kidnappers came out of the tent they had been talking in. She puffed xyrs chest out and glared, xyr heart beating as they walked over anyway.

"So, we've decided to kill you!" They clap their hands together enthusiastically, a wide grin on their face before they burst out laughing. "No, we're not. But you should've seen the look on your face! Hilarious. Anyway, we're going to keep you! Or Stevie'll keep you, she was adamant on not letting you die or selling you so this is the next best thing! You should thank her!"

"What?" She said, head spinning. They laughed again, less insane this time, and turned to leave. "Wait! What-? You can't-"

"We can, we are." They shrugged and ducked to get back in the tent.  She glared at the offending green, gritting xyr teeth as it stayed upright.

Looking up, she stood as tall as she could and started yanking xyr hand out. Dirt got in xyr socks as she managed to get a free hand. Pulling at the rope with xyr hand was so much easier than xyrs earlier nonsensical wiggling and she pulled it out quickly. Glancing back at the tent, she riffled through the bags and pulled out both xyr pouch and a pretty pink pouch and started running. 

She started off north, both pouches wound tightly closed and packed into xyr waistband. Cairo didn't even know if xyr brother was in that direction and ran with blind hope.

{《☆》}

You pressed your sword into the healer's neck, casting a critical eye around the campsite. The group of freelance mercenaries was beaten and forced on their knees. "Where is my sister?"

The tallest one laughed nervously, their eyes, violet eyes, darting around the camp and settling on a set of ropes before darting back to you quickly. They didn't have xyr then, but they had. The healer, who was crying pitifully, blurted out an answer. "We sold her."

"You're lying to me," you growled. "Now tell the actual truth or I'll chop your head off."

"I'm sorry." They gasped, breathless as they trembled. "She ran off. I don't know what way. Please don't kill me."

You dropped her to the ground and kicked her as a warning. They were useless to you now if she had already gotten out. If you were a stronger man, maybe you'd have killed them for it, but you weren't a killer yet and you didn't want them to be the first blood on your hands.

Wrapping your own rope around their wrists, you pulled them just a bit too tight. You may not kill them but they still took your sister.  

Hands wound tightly around your necklace, you followed your sister's trail with swift feet. Xyr movements were jerky and panicked, wrapping around a tree twice before they ducked into a low hanging canopy and started straight forward for what seemed like miles.

Cairo was a fast little gremlin when she wanted to be and it showed by how far you had to walk. But slowly it seemed your compass was honing in xyr position as it swivelled a bit to the left.

Rushing forward, you walked into another campsite with your sword drawn. You could see your sister's back to you, arguing with a masked fellow. "My brother is going to come for me, I don't need your help."

"It could take hours for him to navigate these woods." They stressed, their hand nowhere near their sword at their hip which meant you could knock him out and take Cairo without a struggle. "How would he even know where..."

A sword was pointed at your back, making you straighten up and pivot forward as the unknown swordsman swung too slowly. Keeping the momentum you dashed towards your sister and came sword to sword with the masked man in a hideous lime green cloak. Their mask was more menacing face to face, porcelain that shone like glass with the tiniest cracks and you could see the briefest glance of his tan skin. 

Cairo ducked out of the way, tucked close to you like a little baby bear to their mama. You dodged the dark-haired swordsman with a twirl, making sure to keep xem near you at all times. The masked man managed to get a lucky blow, cutting through your shirt right below where your compass hung around your neck. 

Gritting your teeth, you managed to knock the dark-haired swordsman to their knees and before the masked one could stab you through your kidney you wrapped your arm around the weakened man's neck and pulled them between you two.

"Try anything and I kill him." You threatened. Cairo hesitantly stepped behind you, glancing between all of you. The other's face was impossible to read with a mask on, but their knuckles went white before they dropped their sword.

"Don't you dare." They hissed. 

Narrowing your eyes at him, you took a quick glance back at Cairo. Unluckily for you, your captive grew a pair and elbowed you. Gasping, you kicked out wildly as you started falling backwards. Someone cursed and you took vindictive pleasure in causing them pain before Mask pointed their sword at your neck.

"Stop! Y/N-" Cairo stepped forward but you glared at xem. You glanced between xem and the forest and she obviously caught on. She didn't move though, still in the same place with the one you had previously held captive moving behind her.

Mask put their foot on your stomach and pressed a little too hard, making you gasp for breath. Glaring up at them, you let your grip on your sword go lax and waited.

"Don't ever threaten Sapnap again." His voice was venomous, still laboured with his effort to keep you down. They pressed down harder. "Or it'll be the last thing you do."

Baring your teeth, you heard something snap in the distance. Mask looked over quickly and you forced yourself to roll away. Mask stumbled heavily as 'Sapnap' stepped in front of your sister and towards you. 

"Stop fighting them!" Cairo shrieked desperately, panicked as Dream picked himself up faster than you expected.

"I promised..." You gasped for breath. "That I would protect you. And I intend to keep the damn promise."

"They aren't hurting me! They helped me!" She yells. When you pause, Mask manages to knock you down again and this time he doesn't go lax. Sapnap looks back at xem and his brows furrow. 

"Wait... is this the brother you were talking about?"

"Yes!"

Mask doesn't look away so you don't either. It's a particularly aggressive staring contest, but the fighting is more comfortable than the other stares people give you. Xyr huffs, moving past Sapnap and standing right by your side. "Dream, if you kick my brother again I will curse you."

'Dream' stared you down as he got off you, sword tightly held in his hands. You took a quick breath in and slowly got up, never taking your eyes off of him either. You weren't planning on losing this fight.

One of the voices in your head, the ones you usually try to suppress with varying success, pipes up with a teasing quip. "I really want those hands wrapped around my neck instead of his sword"

Grimacing, it still didn't break you.

"his hands but make it a necklace," another agreed.

"i want those thighs to... anyway"

"/rainbowchat"

"okay but that mask is kinda... ya knowww"

"bonk horny jail for all of you"

You couldn't help but look away. Your voices were making things take a very uncomfortable turn. Coming from the forest, two other men walked out and finally Dream looked away.

Cairo pressed close to you and instantly the voices went back to fussing over xem. You wrapped an arm around xem even though your arm was as sore as the rest of you. Goggles and Hoodie, as you dubbed them mentally, were glancing over at you a lot. Dream and Sapnap were probably telling them all about how you got your ass handed to you.

"Are you hurt?" You whisper asked. Cairo shook xyr head, wiggling xyr fingers in a so-so motion.

"Bad, the hoodie guy, gave me some balm for my feet and helped me wash off my rope burns." She whispered back and then gestured down to the new pair of sandals that were obviously too big for xyr feet. Then, in a meeker voice, she said, "I'm sorry for sneaking out."

You shake your head softly, adrenaline already draining. "Right now I'm just glad you're okay." Then, in the same voice your Dad used to speak with, you added. "We will be discussing your punishment later."

She pouted, already aware that she was losing xyr free-range privilege. Now you were going back to the days of kiddy leashes like when she was 8 and in an even worse rebellious phase. At least back than it was easier to pick xem up.

"Hello!" Hoodie, Bad technically but that was a weird name so you weren't calling him that, bounced over to you with a diplomatic smile. "So you're Cairo's brother?"

You nod slowly, you felt awkward standing there without your sword and virtually defenceless against four armed men. "I came here 'cause she was missing."

"Yeah, we found her looking for you after some people took her I suppose," Goggles added. You appreciated the fact that he didn't look you in the face, it was more than amusing especially since it happened so often.

With a mean grin, you said, "I already took care of them. They'll be hogtied in these woods until some bear comes and takes pity on them."

Cairo grins up at you, brushing xyr hair back and mimicking a crazy sign. "Those wackos were a special kind of crazy. Wouldn't be surprised if the bears ran from them."

Despite yourself, you chuckled at your sister's quips. Dream glanced over at you, like he was in disbelief you could perform the most menial task of laughing. The voices whispered in your head, their own, more flirty, or in some cases violent, quips.

You shrugged at him. Bad clapped his hands together, his face a bit off-put but understanding. "Well I know you two probably want to head back home and all but it is getting late. You two can stay here for the night if you want." Then he added on. "And since there are more of us it'd be safer too!"

You looked over at your sister. You didn't particularly like anyone there but Cairo was... well not in the best shape despite the act she put up. Xyr feet were still all bloody and probably a bit torn, xyr clothes in a mess of a state. She'd end up with hypothermia if she tried to go back at night, especially when it hits an all-time low.

"Yeah, I think we should." You finally say. Bad nods along with a pleasing smile, obviously already having your train of thought.

Goggles fixed his, well, goggles, pushing them up with a finger before taking them off altogether to put them back on. "Well, we should probably set up our extra tent then. If you can't tell, we weren't exactly planning to find a pair of homeless strangers in the wood."

"We aren't homeless," You instantly protest, despite the fact that it's technically true.

Goggles gives you an unimpressed look over and your voices instantly choose a new target to simp over until Dream grabs their attention again by scoffing. Although to be fair, in your slightly biased opinion, Goggles was better looking than Dream.

"Well, either way," They gesture to their camp. "We weren't prepared for visitors so we'll need a few minutes to find and set up your tent." He brushed some long pieces of hair behind his ear, giving a quick but pretty smile.

"That's fine. Thank you," You were mentally adding Goggles to the short list of people you'd let the voices simp over. After all, you did have a slight weakness for pretty boys and the voices would simp over just anyone if you didn't give them some fuel, case in point: Dream.

The masked individual was standing tense in front of you, his stare heavy. Dream's hands were tight on his sword, situating himself in front of Sapnap protectively. It was a silent threat to move away, daring you to fight him too,  but he cared more about keeping you away from Sapnap than fighting. How soft of him.

Cairo tugged on your sleeve, reminding you of your own protective streak. Glancing up, you gave a hardly noticeable dip of your head and turned away with your sister still tucked in your side. Who knows if Dream reacted to your silent truce or if he even realized you understood his anger. It didn't matter to you though, you were already helping Goggles (who introduced himself as George) finish the tent.

{《☆》}

Cairo knocked out on xyrs rolled out sleeping bag, tucked in snugly because the voices were extra over-protective of xyr injured state. She was thoroughly exhausted, dozing off seconds after she laid down.

You brushed some of xyrs hair back, gently tracing xyr hairline and cheek bone. You remembered when your Mama used to do this to you, humming a song to you in her native language as she gently traced a line from your nose up to your forehead. When the song came to a close, you'd always be asleep without fail. Mama never got to do that for Cairo, but you could.

Unexpectedly, your tent opens and Hoodie peeks in. "Oh, hi! Sorry to barge in but, uh–, we wanted to have a little group discussion about..."

"Us."

Bad nods, his cheeks flushed with an odd off-white blush. "We'll be around the campfire waiting!"

You glance back at Cairo, hesitating briefly. Chat was vehemently protesting leaving her alone but... you trusted xem. She wouldn't do it again and she knew to run if these men turned out corrupt. Picking up your sword, you awkwardly half crawled half squatted out.

Dream, Sapnap, and George were talking lowly. Quiet enough for you to not hear, unluckily enough.

Chat, however, seems to hear them just fine.

"Ouchie"

"Wow can't believe Dream would insult us like that"

"Smh just like every other yt boy"

"Heart been broke so many times..."

Well, that issue was slightly settled. As you walked over to them, a bit miffed at being insulted behind your back and tired, Hoodie noticed you.

"Hey–" They hesitated.

"It's Y/N." Glancing over at Dream and George, who were both giving you neutral looks. Surprisingly Sapnap was the only one grinning.

"Right." Hoodie coughed, wearing an awkward smile. "Well, please sit. I'm sure we can all have a nice and civil discussion."

Dream coughed, muttering to Sapnap.

"I will literally nuke him"

"If he says 1 more thing about my boy I will just start crying"

"Why do we even crush on yt men anymore we're too good for them"

Again, rude much.

You sat down right next to Bad, who you now had slightly more respect for, across from the Trio themselves. Sapnap gave you a polite smile and George was still the pinnical of neutral but Dream... that man was staring daggers at you. You could feel it.

"So, why was I called here again?" You are very aware you haven't asked yet, but the sentence structuring is better so you're ignoring it. For plot.

Sapnap leaned forward, completely unconcerned by how close he was to the fire. "Well first off, Dream wants an apology."

That was rather blunt, you tilt your head to the side to stare Dream directly in the eye and then back at Sapnap. The voices argue over whether or not Sapnap's toothy, boyish grin makes him simpable or not. Again, at least he's not Dream.

"The masked yt boy failed us we're sapnap stans now"

"Sapnap arson pog?"

"Is he yt? He looks yt"

"arson pog"

"ik dream is yt and evil and all but those arms tho..."

Fine, you would be the better and bigger person. "That's fair. Dream, Sapnap, I apologize for being wrong."

"Not for attacking them?" George asked, a brow raised coolly.

"I'm not sorry for defending Cairo. I didn't know who you were, I didn't care what happened to you." It was easy to explain, however rude and blunt it might sound. Your sister, to you, was of the highest priority. Her safety was number 1 to anything else. If you went back in time with the knowledge you have now, maybe you would've tried a different approach. Without that knowledge, however, you'd do it again in a heartbeat. "I am sorry that I was wrong. Sapnap and Dream weren't harming her, so I apologized."

George gives you a slow look before shrugging. "Good enough."

"I accept the apology!" Sapnap chuckled good-naturedly. How he was so easy going was odd, but the voices cooed warmly so you let it go. "No permanent harm done, all is forgiven."

"I suppose I understand." Dream nodded, his voice short and clipped. It seemed your apology hadn't managed to thaw his entire, frozened neutral persona but at the very least it was a room temperature persona now.

"We'd all do anything for the ones we love," Bad agreed, an understanding in his voice. Chat liked him, you realized, and you respected him. An excellent combination not to be skewered. He was rounded off corners at the edge of a table, easy to brush off but able to thoroughly damage someone or a dull pencil point that you accidentally dig into your finger. Innocent at first, harmless at second glance, but truly he was a peaceful persona.

Accidents or anger, and the peacefulness would be a weapon. Peaceful does not mean harmless.

"Well, I'll be off. I've got to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow."

"Tommorow?" Bad crows back. He has a look on his face, well meaning and eager to take in strays, not wanting to let you go yet. Worried, in simplest terms. "I don't think Cairo will be fully healed by tomorrow. Especially not enough for a long walk."

"No, she won't. But I'm planning on carrying xem back to camp." You tilt your head back, glancing at the tent. Cairo should be in xyr bedroll, resting xyr feet. Hopefully. Logically, you knew she would. Emotionally you were anxious to get back to xem.

"You two are welcome to stay here until she's fully healed?" Bad leaned closer, a kind and helping hand. They shook their head a tiny bit, thinking to themselves. "I know the tent isn't the most comfortable but we could set up a better tent tomorrow?"

"Thank you, you are very kind," And it is a sweet thought. Your voices are cooing at the demon already. "But I'd rather be on the road sooner rather than later. Cairo and I are on a tight schedule."

"Where you heading?" Dream tilted his head, like a confused puppy.

"The Antarctic Empire. We have family there. I—," Briefly, you hesitate and glance back at Cairo's tent. "I think it'd do xem some good to be around family again."

Sapnap and Bad nod sympathetically, if not in slight pity. It's an irritating emotion but you've gotten used to it.

"We'll, we weren't planning on heading there but I'm sure a small detour is fine!" Bad glances over at the rest of his group. They shrug or nod and Bad grins. "It's not that far and we've been quite a few times before. We can help navigate around anywhere you might need."

"Anywhere," George says ominously, snickering with Sapnap.

"Maybe," Its all you can think to say. Your voices want to go with them, the load of simps. And logic says to stay away. Ultimately your decision would be left up to the ultimate tie breaker..

Cairo.

"I'm heading out for the night. Thanks again for the tent."

"No problem!" Bad waves you off.

The night is cool but not cold. The crickets are loud in a comfort white noise way. It's nice, the voices agree. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of you wants Cairo to agree.

{《☆》}

[Cairo's Pronouns: She/Herself/Xem/Xyr]

[Nope, this is my longest fic. Luckily this was written digitally and my hands are fine. I'm so bored rn might nap.]

[I am planning on connecting a few fics together for fun. This might be getting a part two with sbi as the main part. I do be liking my dreamteam relationship arc tho... that is what I was hinting at btw I just was in a dream Stan mood bcus of his song WHICH IS FIRE GO LISTEN]

[I don't have anything else to say so goodnight. OH WAIT, Karl post next fyi! Now I'm done.]

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