#mcyt reactions
Pairing:Dream / Clay x gn!reader
Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Talking to animals is easy, especially when you can actually understand them. But talking to Dream? That’s a whole other challenge unto itself.
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: inspired by dream being a disney princess with like 85 dolphins during the 4v1 manhunt finale :D i hope you all enjoy! i had fun writing this <3
Balancing the bag in your arms carefully, you peeked over the top to see the animal pen drawing nearer and nearer. Your eyes lit up at the sight, and you picked up the pace a fraction or two as you made your way over. Already, you could see the pigs sniffing at the air, their snouts turned toward you expectantly.
“Good morning, guys!” you greeted, coming to a stop just outside the pen. Heaving the bag into one of your arms, you used the other to reach inside. “I brought some snacks for you all.”
The pig closest to you—Darwin, you remembered vaguely—snorted at you. To anyone else, they would have heard just that: a simple snort. But the tone that reached your ears was anything but simple.
“Finally! We’ve been starving!”
Giving him a lopsided smile, you pulled out a carrot from your bag, reaching down to let him bite on. “Don’t you guys have all this grass to eat?”
As Darwin snapped his mouth shut around the carrot, he managed to warble out, “Yes, but quality over quantity, and grass gets boring after eating it for basically ever.”
You gave him a deadpan look, shoving another carrot towards another pig—this one was Rita. “That doesn’t negate the fact that I literally fed you guys yesterday,” you pointed out with a blank stare.
From the back of the pen, you watched as one of the cows rose up to rest its front legs on the side of the wood, grunting out at you. “That was yesterday,” said Pedro, “and this is today.” He let his jaw fall open and waiting. “Now, feed me.”
You giggled, dumping the rest of the carrots in front of the pigs to let them fight amongst themselves. “So demanding,” you joked as you stepped to the side.
Moving over toward the cows, you held out a few carefully tied bundles of wheat, shaking them in front of them. “I hope you guys will settle for wheat.”
Pedro didn’t even look up, his eyes still glued to the wheat you were holding up. “Do you even have to ask?”
With a laugh, you set it on the ground in front of him, watching with amusement as the horde moved in to engulf the pile of wheat entirely. Just a moment later, you felt a nudge at the back of your arm, and you turned to see a pair of horses eyeing you expectantly. You grinned at the sight, turning the bag upside down in your arms.
“And for you two,” you hummed, watching gravity naturally empty the bag onto their feeding tray, “I’ve got some apples.”
The white speckled horse standing to your left—appropriately named Snowflake—let out an appreciative whinny, ducking her head down to devour an apple. “Bless your soul, [Y/N],” she sighed in bliss. “Bless you.”
Smiling, you folded the paper bag onto itself and slipped it back into your pocket, leaning against the wooden fence with a hum. “Just try not to throw me off anytime soon,” you said with a teasing look, “and I’ll bring you as many as you’d like.”
“Are you talking to the horses?”
You jumped at the sound of a new voice—at the sound of hisvoice.Oh my god.
Of all the people you thought would possibly stumble upon you like this, he was definitely the last person who came to mind.
Whirling around, you felt your hands curl up into fists at your side, your heart leaping into your throat as you laid eyes on the man standing before you. His mask had been tucked off to the side of his head, leaving his freckled face free and open to the bright sunshine above.
“O-Oh, I, um, erm…” you stammered, your tongue stumbling all over itself. “Hi, Dream! I-I was just, uh—”
You could hear Snowflake snicker behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you finally managed to sputter, “What are you doing here?”
The smile he flashed you was more dazzling than the sun, and you resisted the urge to sigh dreamily. “Oh, just taking a morning stroll.” His emerald eyes flashed. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He gestured to the animal pen behind you. “Were you really just talking to them, or have I gone crazy?”
You felt your mouth go dry, your mind absolutely scrambling for words to form a coherent sentence. Behind you, you caught a glimpse of Darwin pressing his snout forward between the gaps of the fence.
“Is this the guy you like? What’s so special about him?” He tilted his head, then dug at the ground with a triumphant puff. “He’s got nothing on me.”
Before you could stop yourself, you turned, shooting a glare at him. “Sh-Shut up!”
Just a step ahead of you, Dream gasped, his eyes brightening with fascination. “You are talking to the animals!” He shuffled closer toward you. “Can you really understand them?”
Your breath caught in your lungs at his proximity, and you fidgeted as you spoke. “I, um, yeah.” When there was a beat of silence, you wilted under his gaze. “Sorry, I must sound cuckoo.”
His lips were parted in awe, and he shook his head at you. “No, no, I’m just so intrigued. Why did you never tell me?”
You lowered your gaze to your hands, fiddling with your thumbs. “I guess I… just didn’t want anyone to think I seemed crazy, or something.” Your voice grew quiet. “You probably don’t even believe me.”
Just then, you felt a hand settle on the curve of your shoulder. You nearly jumped right out of your skin, and you looked up to see Dream’s face just a few inches from yours. You wanted to melt into the floor.
He’s so close.
“I believe you,” he said softly, honestly lacing his every syllable. “You wouldn’t lie to me. That’s not like you.” His lips twitched up into a small smile, and you felt him squeeze your shoulder ever so gently. “Am I the only one who knows?”
You swallowed, then nodded your head, half-feeling like it would fall right off if you shook it too hard. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret—I guess it just sort of happened. I don’t really remember how this happened, either. I think I was just born with it? I’ve always been able to understand them.”
A part of you wanted to berate yourself for rambling, but you didn’t get the chance to think about it for a second longer before Dream was suddenly grabbing both of your shoulders, practically pressing himself up to you. Your face was aflame in a burst of dizzying affection and bashful warmth, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks obliviously.
Too close!
“That—that’s so cool!” he said, his eyes scanning your face with wonder. A moment later, he stepped back, releasing your shoulders. You missed his touch immediately, and you wanted to lean back into his warmth.
“We have to talk to every animal, now,” he sighed, almost bouncing up and down where he stood with excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face at the sight. Suddenly he turned, cocking his head at you with a pensive, almost shy look.
“Well, I mean, you can talk to them all if you want, but is it okay if I tag along? I’m just…” He shook his head to himself again, his smile never once faltering. “You’re just so amazing.”
Your heartbeat was practically rattling your rib cage at this point—who gave him the right to be so… so nice?Sopretty?Soperfect? Fumbling to respond, you sent him the best smile you could muster up.
“S-Sure! I don’t think they’d mind.” You glanced over at the animal pen. “Would you guys?”
Rita cocked her head, then let out a snort of approval. “Sure, he’s okay. Besides, you’ve got the hots for him, right?” Something in her beady little eyes gleamed with mischief. “Show off a little, yeah?”
You gaped at her, your brain short-circuiting on the spot. Rita!you internally chided.
At your side, Dream blinked at you curiously. “Well,” he said, “what’d they say?”
Squeaking, you flipped around to look at him, feeling your insides flutter with butterflies as your heart melted.
“Yes,” you breathed, “you can tag along.”
The sheer brightness of his smile made you wonder if maybe it would be better if you had said no.
“Hey there, little guy.”
The puppy in Dream’s arms—his name was Cole—was panting like he had just run three miles, rolling over into his warm touch. His tongue flicked over his wet, black nose as he barked once, twice at you.
“Oh! He’s so tall! And he’s good at giving ear scratches.” Whimpering, he nuzzled into Dream’s eager touch. “Oooh, yes. That’s the spot.” Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and barked once, his pale, glimmering eyes flickering with joy. “[Y/N], bring him around more often. This guy rocks.”
You giggled, brushing some stray dirt off the front of your pants. “I’ll try my best.”
Dream glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your mouth before dragging over your face. “What’d he just say?”
Bending down, you reached a hand out to poke at Cole’s cheek, not missing the way he yapped at your touch. “He says that I should bring you around more often because you’re good at giving scratches.”
“Don’t forget about the part where I said he rocks!” Cole suddenly yelped, his tail wagging aggressively against Dream’s thigh. “Because he does.”
Your face flushed at that, and you turned your gaze to the grass beneath your feet. “And also that you, um—you rock.”
A smile tugged at Dream’s lips, and he let out a chuckle that seemed all too boyish for a man of his stature. “Aw, really?” he crooned, scratching the pup a little more. “That’s too kind.”
You snuck a peek at him, feeling your heart sing a sweet melody in your chest. “Well,” you murmured, “it is what he said.”
You watched with awe as his features softened into something so tender, so warm that it made your lungs expand just to make room for the affection blooming in your chest. To think it had been well over a few months since Dream had discovered your little power, and he was still as kind as ever. Every morning, he would join you on your way to feed the animals, and from time to time, he would ask you to accompany him while chatting with them.
You, of course, could never say no to him, so here you were, all this time later and still absolutely head over heels for him.
“Thank you, buddy,” he hummed, giving Cole one last ruffle behind his ears before getting to his feet. “We’re gonna go now, but I’ll come back soon.”
Getting back onto his four paws, Cole shook out his fur once, then barked at him with a wag. “Bye! You’re the best!” He turned to look at you. “And give him a kiss for me, [Y/N].”
Your jaw dropped open, and you almost tripped over your foot as you straightened. “I-I most certainly will not!” you shouted.
Dream blinked at you, confusion furrowing his brow. “Huh?”
You squeaked, turning away from him with a dismissive wave. “He—he just says bye back!” you said, praying he would ignore the crack in your voice.
Instead, he cocked a brow at you, looking all the more intrigued. “And what about the thing you won’t do?”
You tore your gaze away from him, dragging a line in the dirt with the sole of your shoe. “I-It’s nothing,” you fibbed. “Ignore him.”
He gave you an amused look, then chuckled, trailing after you. “Okay, okay,” he relented. “Where to next?”
You paused, tapping at your chin with a thoughtful expression. “Mm, have you ever talked to a fox?” you said after a moment.
He grinned. “I mean, I’ve personally never talked to any animals, but no.”
You laughed at his half-joke, waving over your shoulder for him to follow you. “Well, I know one you might like. C’mon!”
As you began striding forward, making your way down the wood plank path, you paused when you didn’t hear footsteps following you. Turning, you looked behind you only to freeze at the sight of Dream’s eyes glued to you, his gaze gleaming with a mixture of awe and wonder.
“You know,” he said, suddenly sounding breathless, “I really appreciate that you’re doing this for me. You didn’t have to, you know?”
Your heart picked up a beat inside you, and you swallowed the rhythm threatening to burst out of your chest. “I wanted to,” you said honestly. “I’m just glad that…” You smiled. “That you’re having fun.”
You didn’t catch the way his cheeks flushed a royal, rosy hue, his eyes still focused on the tender look on your face. With his lips curling up into a fond smile, he took a step closer toward you.
“See, that’s what I love about you. You’re so genuinely kind, and you never even hesitate about it. It’s almost like second-nature to you.”
Reaching over, he gently bumped his arm into yours, and you felt a spark rush into your skin at the gesture. “Have some more pride in yourself, okay?” he chided, grinning at you. “It’s people like you who make this world a brighter place.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, not trusting yourself to speak. “I—“
Your tongue felt like jelly in your mouth, and you did your best to say a word coherently.
“I—okay.” You could swear you were trembling from head-to-toe. “I’ll try my best.”
He flashed you another one of those blinding grins of his, then breezed past you, resting his hands on his hips.
“Good. That’s a start. Now,” he said, glancing back at you with the sun framing his face, “where were you taking me, again?”
Pushing down the fizzy feeling rising up in your chest, you rushed after him, pointing at a forest in the distance. Although you had a destination in mind, you knew that deep down, you wouldn’t mind going anywhere, so long as it was with him.
“You know, you should totally just confess to Dream.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you shot Pedro a glare from where you were sitting on a wood block next to the pen. Already, you could feel your heart start to run rampant at the mere mention of his name. Setting down your handful of wheat, you scoffed.
“What? Are you kidding me? No way!”
Darwin flopped over onto his stomach, digging his snout against the ground as he let out a long, drawn out snort. “You totally should. Watching this is just painful. We all think so.”
You grumbled, digging your heels into the ground as your lungs squeezed a fraction tighter. “Well, you don’t have to watch if it’s so terrible.”
Snowflake leaned her head down to whinny next to you. “He follows you everywhere. It’s impossible to not watch.”
Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned away, shifting back on the wooden block. “I’m still not doing it.”
“He’s cute,” Rita said.
Your ears burned. “I know that.”
“You like him,” Pedro added.
You curled your hands into tight fists. “I know that, too.”
Darwin rolled over in the pen. “Dare I say you might even love hi—”
“Iknowthat!”
Immediately, the animal pen fell silent, and you were burying your face in your hands, the crack of your shout still echoing through the air. Your blood was absolutely rushing through your ears now, and all you could focus on was the shaky, uneven breaths escaping your mouth.
“I know, I know, I know,” you choked out, your head spinning with an overwhelming cyclone of emotions. “But even then, I’m not gonna tell Dream!”
“You’re not gonna tell me what?”
Your eyes shot open, and you flung your head up to see Dream standing over you just a step behind your seat, his upside down face greeting you with an inquisitive look. Before you knew it, you were gasping and leaning backwards, losing your balance.
“Oh my g—ahh!”
In a whirl, you toppled backwards, your legs kicking out in front of you, but suddenly, a pair of hands settled on your arms. Gently nudging you forward once more, you inhaled sharply as electricity ran along your body as you came to a steady stop, sitting upright with Dream’s soft touch holding you in place.
“Woah, there,” he breathed over you, his eyes landing on your panicked ones. “You okay?”
Your gaze darted across his face, only briefly landing on his lips for a moment before shooting to the sky above his head. “Yeah, it’s…” You swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing at all!”
He raised a brow, his hands still firm against your arms. “I wouldn’t exactly call that nothing.” Letting go of you for a second, he walked around you until he was at your side, crouching down to be level with your face. “What’s up?” he asked gently.
Being eye-to-eye with him like this was too much for your head, and you could feel your feet jittering in your shoes. “I, uh, I—I just wanted to tell you that… that your hair always looks really soft!” Your voice came out in a hurried, messy rush, but you nodded like you meant it, anyways. “Th-That’s all!”
Just behind the oak fence, Rita bellowed with laughter—or whatever a pig’s laughter sounded like. “You are such a liar!” she snorted, leaning against the wood with gleaming eyes. “The biggest liar!”
At her side, you caught a glimpse of Snowflake’s snicker, and you glowered at them. “Guys! Stop that!”
Dream’s bewilderment only grew. “What’s with that reaction?” he muttered. Then, his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me… are you lying to me?”
You stiffened, refusing to meet his gaze. “N-No.”
He shoved his face closer to you, his nose only a few inches away from your cheek. “No?” he responded cheekily.
You did your best not to squirm. “N—Not at all!”
“Just tell him how you feel!” Darwin whined, acting as loud and abrasive as he was wont to be.
Pedro nodded, chewing on a mouthful of wheat. “Don’t be such a coward!” After a slight pause, he chuckled. “Get it? Cow-ard?”
You groaned again and felt your face practically burst into flames. “Lay off me, guys!”
Beside you, Dream was quiet, an almost solemn look settling on his features. “[Y/N],” he murmured, speaking your name like it was the most precious thing in the world, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”
You peeked over at him, letting your gaze meet for a brief, fleeting moment. His eyes really did look like emeralds. Gulping, you held his stare.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
His mouth twitched the slightest bit at that. Rising to his feet, he stretched his hand out toward you.
“Here,” he said, “come with me.” After a second, he glanced over his shoulder at the pen and added, “And please, can you all just leave us alone for a bit? Pretty please?”
Snowflake blinked at him once, then gave him a disparaging whinny.“Fine.”
His eyes immediately darted to hours, and you translated for him with lightning speed. “They agreed.”
He grinned, gesturing to his hand once more. “Perfect. Let’s go.”
With a timid touch, you let your hand slip into his as he tugged you to his feet, still not used to the soft hold of his fingers around your skin. You expected him to let go of you, but to your surprise, he simply held on as he led you away from the pen and toward a small alcove in the nearby mountain wall. As soon as he stopped walking, he whirled to face you.
“Alright, tell me what’s up. Clearly something’s bothering you, and I want to know what’s going on.” His face flickered with a shadow of a frown, and his hand squeezed yours. “It makes me sad to see you like this.”
You wanted to look away and hide from the intensity of his gaze, but the longer you looked at him, the more you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not with the way he was looking at you, at least. Your heart beat like a thousand drums in your chest, and it took everything inside of you to suck in a simple, single breath.
“I… promise you won’t laugh at me?” you asked quietly. “Or run away or something?”
He blinked, then shook his head. “From you? Never.” His lips curled up into a crooked grin. “I guess you could say I wouldn’t dream of it.”
The groan escaped you before you could even think about it. His hand thrummed with life in yours, and you sighed, “That was a terrible pun.”
He laughed, his chuckle rumbling throughout his chest. “You love me for it.”
You soaked in the sound of his laughter, traced your gaze over the soft crescent moons of his eyes when he smiled and the scattered freckles on his cheeks. Not once did you take your eyes off his. After all, you were always looking at him, and this time would be no different.
“I do,” you whispered.
He paused, his laughter coming to a halt. “What?”
You swallowed, letting the words spill from your lips like an unbidden waterfall beating at stone. “I do,” you said, again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
His fingers twitched against yours, and a part of you wondered why he was still holding on—why he hadn’t let go yet. But in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything but the light shining from the very depths of your soul onto his features.
“I love you, Dream.” You paused, then tacked on in a hush of a whisper, “Really.”
You watched with bated breath as his eyes grew wide and his hand squeezed yours even tighter than before. You felt your mouth open, pushing more words to the surface as your brain went into overdrive.
“And I know that’s scary, because the way I feel about you is more than just liking someone, which is crazy, I know, and I totally get if you don’t feel the same wa—”
It happened in an instant.
In one second, you were rambling a flurry of anxiety, thoughts, and fears, all of them bursting forth at once.
In the next, Dream’s lips were pressed to yours, and you felt fireworks.
Sparks burst forth from the pit of your stomach, joy unfurling in your chest as you let your eyelids flutter shut, melding into the softness of his touch. You felt his other hand reach up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You shivered at the tenderness of it all, and you could have sworn you felt him smile against your mouth. A moment later, you parted, gasping for air as you took in the sight of his pink cheeks and adoring gaze.
“Sorry,” he panted as he shot you a lopsided smile, “was that too forward of me?”
Your tongue swiped over your lips, and you caught the way his eyes followed the movement. More, your heart cried, and so you opened your mouth once more.
“Again?” you whispered. “Please?”
He chuckled, then dove right back toward you, his mouth meeting yours once more. He tasted like sunshine on your tongue, the softness of his lips practically drowning you in him, him, him. He smelled like a deep, woody pine that made you want to stay wrapped up in his arms. Your hand squeezed his again, and you felt your insides expand with a melody sweeter than a skylark’s song.
I love you, I love you.
This time when Dream parted from you, he didn’t move too far, only going so far as to rest his forehead against yours and smile.
“I think that makes it pretty clear how I feel about you,” he breathed.
You couldn’t stop smiling, and you knew you must look like a lovestruck fool right now, but you could hardly bring yourself to care. How could you, when he was here with you?
“Will—will you please say it, anyways?” you asked with a glimmer in your eye. “Just so then I know I’m understanding you correctly?”
He let out a puff laughter, the breath fanning over your face. “You can understand animals just fine but you’re stumped by this?”
You reached a hand, tentatively holding his face in your palm. “Animals are easy to figure out. You?” You smiled. “Not so much.”
He nuzzled his cheek into your palm, letting his lips brush a simple kiss over your fingertips. “Well, alright then. But just for you.”
You both closed your eyes, basking in the quietness for a moment longer until he murmured four little words that lit your whole world up.
“I love you, too.”
Light danced along every vein in your body, seeping into every nook and cranny of your heart as your fingers moved to sink into his soft, golden locks. Nothing could ruin this moment, you thought wistfully. Nothing at all.
Then came a loud, braying bark.
“Finally! You did it! Thank god!”
You whipped around with Dream at your side, eyes wide with shock to see Cole yipping at the two of you. His tail wagged behind him faster than you’d ever seen it before, and in a flash, he was dashing off into the distance. Embarrassment washed over your face, and you let out a whine.
“Oh my god. Dream, he is totally gonna snitch to everyone else.”
He lifted his brows in a look that almost came across as accepting, his thumb brushing over your knuckles where your fingers were still intertwined. “Well,” he hummed with a joking tone, “at least I’m not gonna be the one who’ll get teased about it.”
You gasped in mock offence, playfully whacking his arm. “You’re so mean!”
He chuckled, tapping his foot against the ground. “I’m kidding. We’ll deal with it together.”
Above you, you heard a bird chirp in the distance, no doubt spreading word of the news to every animal you knew. Despite the hordes of questions you knew you were bound to get asked, you let yourself simply lean over to rest your head against his shoulder, your side latching onto his.
“Yeah,” you murmured, “you’re stuck with me now.”
Dream’s face flooded with nothing but warm, wholehearted, and unadulterated affection for you. Turning his head, he let his lips press against the crown of your head, and you sighed, caught in a dreamlike haze.
“I sure am, and I don’t intend on going anywhere.”
pairing(s): dreamwastaken x gender neutral reader, georgenotfound x gender neutral reader, sapnap x gender neutral reader, karl jacobs x gender neutral reader, quackity x gender neutral reader
summary: you call them by their real name instead of a nickname.
warning(s): use of dream and quackity’s real names. the use of sapnap’s name once.use of the nickname bubs on karl’s since people don’t like that one for some reason ?
DREAM: has the shock of his life when you call him clay. like karl, he thinks you’re mad at him for something he did. he tries to figure out what he did as he walks to the kitchen to you. “yeah?” he asks when he’s unable to come up with anything he did wrong, watching you clean the dishes. it couldn’t be the dishes, right? today is thursday, your day to clean the dishes. “clay, can you get patches some more food while i finish here?” he winces, having hoped you just decided to call him clay for once but nope. “okay,” he mutters, doing as you told him to but can’t help himself and asks, “did i do something wrong, baby?” he watches your expression carefully as he sets patches’ bowl on the floor. your brows furrow, looking over your shoulder at him. “i don’t know, did you?” you’re immediately suspicious of him after that but he shakes his head, “no, no i mean like— you’re calling me clay instead of babe or even dream. you only call me clay when you’re mad at me or being serious.” “oh,” you shrug, turning back to the sink. when you don’t say anything, he grows more concerned. “baby,” he whines slightly, “i’m sorry for whatever i did.” your lips twitch up, listening as he continues to whine and make promises that he’ll make it up to you. when he says, “i promise i’ll do all the house chores for a week!” you brighten up and turn to him, “really? great, thanks, babe. you can start now, i’ll go tell sapnap that you’ll do everything.” he watches in shock as you walk away to the living room, slowly registering that you tricked him. “Y/N!”
GEORGE: you have to stifle your giggles before starting with, “george, pass me my laptop charger.” he goes to grab it but halts halfway, brows furrowing. he concludes it was just a one time thing so he grabs your charger and hands it to you, expecting a kiss on the cheek or lips along with a sweet, “thanks, love!” as you always do. but he gets nothing except for “thanks, george.” and you dismiss him without another thought. he stares at you in silence and you look up at him, “what?” “don’t call me that.” “call you what? your name?” your eyebrows raise. “you don’t call me george, you— you call me love or, or gogy,” he explains hastily, cheeks turning pink at his words. you have to force your lips into a straight line, “oh? i thought you didn’t like me calling you those names since you whine all the time about it.” he huffs, cheeks turning even more pink, “y/n! don’t pretend you didn’t know.” “didn’t know what, exactly?” you can’t hide your smile this time. “that— that i like you calling me love!” you simply stare at him in silence, a satisfied smile on your lips as he soon realized, “you just wanted me to admit that, didn’t you?” “yup,” you chirp, leaning in for a kiss which he quickly dodges, “no! no kisses since you like to trick your boyfriend.”
SAPNAP: he’s busy playing valorant when you decide to do it, eyes focused on his computer screen. “hey, sapnap, what do you want for dinner?” you lean on the door frame, knowing he’s only in call with punz as he plays and neither are streaming. he doesn’t answer, making you furrow your brows. you’re sure that he can hear you, his volume is never loud enough just in case something happens, but you step forward and tap him on the shoulder anyways, “sapnap. what do you want for dinner?” he still doesn’t answer, making you huff only to hear punz ask through his headphones, “dude, y/n’s asking you a question.” sapnap still doesn’t answer. you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “oh really? that’s how it’s going to be? nick!” he keeps silent. “jesus, fine! what do you want for dinner, baby?” you emphasize the pet-name and he finally turns around, sending you a sweet smile, completely different than his blank look from earlier. “how about some sushi?” “dude,” you hear punz laugh as you roll your eyes and start to leave the room, “you’re unbelievable.” “don’t call me sapnap again! love you.”
KARL: freezes the moment you say “karl”, trying to think of something he did to upset you. can’t think of anything so he decides to play it safe and tentatively asks, “yeah?” he’s confused when all you do is ask him to do something simple and not at all torturous. stays quiet, deciding to just forget about it but it doesn’t leave his mind for the rest of the day, not to mention he also notices the other times you continue to call him by his real name. he ends up not being able to take it close to dinner time, “okay, what did i do wrong? ‘cause you’ve been calling me karl all day and a hundred percent of the time, you call me bubs. so—” he’s confused at how you start giggling, cutting him off. “i was just waiting to see how long it’d take you to confront me,” you explain through your laughter. he stares at you before giggling in amusement and a huge amount of relief, “thank god. can you call me bubs now? because hearing you say karl directly to me makes me want to be asleep forever.”
QUACKITY: “alex, do you think i should buy this?” you tug him closer to you so he can look at your phone but all he does is stare at you. “alex? … alexis?” he simply blinks at you with a blank face. you stare back at him in confusion, “dude. quackity. do you even hear me?” he then decides to open his mouth, “who is alex?” you give him a bitchy stare, “um, you?” he shakes his head, turning back to his computer and staring at it with his jaw clenched slightly. your lips twitch at the sight, knowing he’s not really mad but just being dramatic and salty. “quackity.” “nope, don’t know who that is. why are you talking about another guy?” you scoff, “oh, sorry, honey. happy now, cutie? oh, or how about handsome? or—” “jeez, okay i get it!” his cheeks flush lightly, avoiding your stare with how quick you seemed to turn the situation on him instead of the other way. “ … i like honey.”
pairing(s): dreamwastaken x gender neutral reader, georgenotfound x gender neutral reader, sapnap x gender neutral reader, karl jacobs x gender neutral reader, quackity x gender neutral reader
summary: wiping off their kisses.
warning(s): none
note: let me know if there are any other trends you want me to write and make sure to send an example in case i don’t know what it is !! sorry it got shorter to karl and quackity’s
DREAM: you’re on his lap while he’s editing a video, scrolling through tiktok with earbuds in. he gives you a kiss on the cheek five minutes later. smiling at him, you ‘subtly’ wipe it off with the back of your hand. he freezes, staring at you and you raise your eyebrows at him, “what?” “did you just wipe my kiss off?” he asks and you frown, shaking your head. “okay…” he mutters, kissing you again but this time on your lips. again, you wipe it off with the back of your hand. dream stares at you incredulously, “you just did it again.” “no, i didn’t,” you deny, shaking your head. he scoffs in offense, “yes you did! what, you don’t like my kisses?” you giggle, “i’m not wiping off your kisses, dream!” he shakes his head at you, pulling you in by the back of your neck to give you a rather wet kiss on the lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. when he pulls away, he raises a defiant eyebrow, “try to wipe that away.” you stare at him before quickly raising your arm to wipe it away. “babe!”
GEORGE: he presses a loud kiss to your cheek, being dramatic. you shake your head at him before quickly wiping it away and he blinks in shock as you go back to your phone. he stares at you before kissing you again on your cheek, just in case you didn’t mean to. he then watches as you wipe the kiss away again. his mouth drops open, unsure of whether to feel hurt/offended or just shrug it off. “did i do something wrong?” he asks and you frown as you look up, “no, why?” “i— you…” he racks his brain to think of anything he could’ve done as you go back to your phone again. definitely texts dream and sapnap for help before sapnap realizes what you’re doing and tells george. turns to you in offense that you thought you could get away with this, even though you kinda did at first. he takes your phone away, ignoring your protests and showers you in wet and loud kisses all over your face. “can’t wipe them all away,” he mutters, pressing a kiss under your ear, “no more tiktok for you.”
SAPNAP: he’s immediately suspicious when you wipe his kiss away the first time, going to give you another kiss and watches as you wipe it away again. pokes you in the side, giving you a WTF look and you look at him in the same way, pretending to be confused. he scoffs, “wiping my kisses away? real mature.” “no idea what you’re talking about,” you feign innocence, shrugging at him. “mhm,” he mutters, going back to playing valorant but you can tell he’s still thinking about it, trying to think as to what he could’ve done to deserve this. “is this because i didn’t pick the dirty clothes up from the floor?” he turns to you 20 minutes later and you raise your eyebrow at him. “no, but thanks for reminding me of that.” he huffs, “okay, then… is this because i ate your leftovers?” your mouth drops open, “that was you? you told me it was dream!” he realizes he just snitched on himself and winces, “um…” “sapnap!”
KARL: already knows the trend but it doesn’t register in his brain until the third time you did it in the span of ten minutes. doesn’t give you a reaction and does the same thing to you later on in the day. he tries his best to not laugh when he sees your mouth drop open in shock at him, continuing to scroll through his phone. “babe!” you whine, “did you just wipe my kiss off?” he grins, finally glancing up at you, “no, why?” “liar! you totally just did.” “oh, so you can do it, but i can’t?” you huff before wrapping your arms around his neck, “fine, fine. give me a kiss now, but don’t wipe it away this time.” he giggles again, pressing kisses all over your face, “as long as you don’t do it, either.”
QUACKITY: he stares at you like you’ve grown two heads after he watched you wipe the kiss away. he’s immediately offended but also kinda hurt. tries to act nonchalant but you could tell he was like WTF. becomes clingy and definitely scatters kisses around your face that you also wipe away. around the 15th time, he realizes you’re playing with him when he sees the small smirk on your face. unable to believe that he fell for it, he gives you the silent treatment and makes you beg him for kisses. you lost, he won. will definitely pull a prank back on you because giving the silent treatment just isn’t enough.
pairing(s): dreamwastaken x gender neutral reader, georgenotfound x gender neutral reader, sapnap x gender neutral reader, karl jacobs x gender neutral reader
summary: dropping your towel in front of dream team + karl (separately) (inspo)
warning(s): just a tad bit nsfw / hinting towards it anyway. light choking towards the end of sapnap’s. hair pulling towards the end of dream’s.
note: decided not to include quackity since it just wouldn’t feel right since it’s still implying nsfw i guess
DREAM: you decide to do it when he’s on stream because it’s funny to see his reaction with things like that. he’s busy with minecraft or whatever, facecam off as always. he doesn’t even bother to look at you, being able to see your frame from the corner of his eye but not exactly seeing that you only had a towel on. he quickly mutes himself, “hey, babe. a bit busy right now.” you hum in response, dropping the towel and his brows furrow at the sound but he still doesn’t look at you, making you roll your eyes. “i’m sure you can spare just two seconds to look at me, dream.” well aware of how stubborn you are, he turns his head for a split second to look at you sarcastically before the façade drops and his head swivels to you almost comically. his eyes are wide as he takes the sight of you in, eyebrows raising as a smirk curls up on his lips, “don’t tell me you were walking around in only that with sapnap around.” your head tilts as he beckons you over to him but you don’t move just yet, “maybe he’d appreciate the sight more than you and actually look at me when i first enter and not when i have to ask him to.” his smirk drops, eyes narrowing, “don’t even think about it.” he stands up, completely abandoning his stream and tugs you closer to him, a hand traveling down while another grabs ahold of your hair, tugging your head back so he can kiss you. “not so busy anymore, huh?” you manage through a satisfied giggle. “shut up,” he mutters, tugging your hair harder to pull a moan out of you as he presses his lips to yours.
GEORGE: he’s finishing up a couple of touches on editing the video when he hears you walk through the door, “hey, what do you think of—” he cuts himself off when he turns to look at you, cheeks immediately heating up at the sight of you standing in the doorway without any clothes on. george’s unable to hide the grin that comes on his face, covering his mouth as he asks, “really?” you laugh at his reaction, walking closer to him to take a seat on his lap as he pushes his chair back to let you in. his arms wrap around your waist as you press your body to his, letting him feel everything. “i think …” you hum, going back to what he was saying before he stopped talking, “i think you should kiss me.” a playful smile rises on your lips as he nods immediately, bottom lip captured between his teeth as he has a hard time focusing on your eyes— not that he needs to. “anything for you,” he murmurs against your lips, moving a hand to your back to press you even closer to him.
SAPNAP: frustration builds quickly when you’re left alone by your boyfriend who wants to play games instead of spending time with you. not that you have a problem with him playing games, you literally don’t care but the two of you have literally only given each other kisses and wandering hands these past few days before one of you are called away to something else. it’s frustrating, and you know exactly how to get his attention back to you. you knock on the door lightly to get his attention and he glances over at you, doubling back when he sees what you’re wearing, or more like what you lack. “woah,” he chuckles, a red tint to his cheeks before he looks back to his computer, clicking a few buttons before pushing himself out of his chair, “okay, you have my attention now, baby.” “who said i wanted your attention? maybe i just wanted to walk around like this?” you raise your eyebrows at him. sapnap chuckles again, “not with dream here, which he is, you fuckin’ brat.” he grips you by your hip, pulling you towards him and your hands land on his chest. “so desperate for my attention you decided to walk around naked while risking dream leaving his room, i think that calls for something, don’t you?” eyelashes fluttering, you hum in agreement before being quickly shot down as a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing lightly as a warning, “but do you deserve it, though?”
KARL: he’s on the phone when you enter the room, eyes flickering up to capture yours and he sends you a smile before going back to talking to whoever he’s talking to. not liking the lack of attention, you decide to just drop the towel from around you and pretend as if he’s not even there. your back is to him, unable to see his sudden flaming cheeks as his eyes widen. he stammers through a few of his words, making you smirk as you go through your drawers for clothes. once you find some, you go to pull them on but a hand grabs your wrist gently before you can and you look up to see karl in front of you. “hey, man, i-i gotta go,” he says, not letting go of your wrist before he hangs up and throws his phone to the bed, not taking his eyes off you. “you didn’t have to end your call,” you hum, acting as if you’re not naked in front of him. “yes, i did,” he muttered, eyes glued to you, “i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this.” your heart flutters at his words, unable to help the beam that takes over your face as he pulls you closer, scattering kisses down your jawline.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtiktok trends series for dtkq
001.hey shawty, your man still around?
002.dropping your towel in front of them
004.you call them by their real name
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pairing(s): dreamwastaken x gender neutral reader, georgenotfound x gender neutral reader, sapnap x gender neutral reader, karl jacobs x gender neutral reader, quackity x gender neutral reader
summary: you play the ‘hey shawty, your man still around?’ tiktok trend on the boys.
warning(s): none
note: here is the start of my tiktok trend series! let me know if you have any other trends you want me to write and make sure to send an example in case i have no clue what you’re talking about !!!
DREAM: dream’s playing minecraft and you’re lying on his bed, bored as hell, so of course you decided to prank him. his head kinda perked up when he heard the facetime sound ringing, but didn’t turn to look or pause the game. however, when he heard an unfamiliar male voice say, “hey shawty, your man still around?” he immediately turned in his chair, staring at you with a blank face. “who the hell is that?” he asks and when you don’t answer, looking at him with wide eyes and hiding your phone, he stands up and tugs your phone from your grip easily. dream deflates when he sees the tiktok recording and rolls his eyes, giving you a look and ignoring the fact that his heart was pounding loudly in his chest, “haha, very funny, babe” looks like this emoji before getting off to spend time with you
GEORGE: you immediately regret pulling this the moment his face falls at the sound of another man’s voice. but then his face contorts into a face like this “stop that.” acts like it’s a joke(even though it actually is) and that he isn’t bothered but you know george and he’s itching to grab your phone to see wtf is up but he doesn’t have to when you smile sheepishly and turn your phone to show him the screen. “oh,” he says very quietly, relief filling his chest, “damn you and your tiktoks,” he giggles, “tag me in it when you post.” you were honestly surprised he hadn’t seen the trend before you tried it.
SAPNAP: does not let you even bullshit your way out of this. “who the fuck was that?” sapnap stares at you when you act as if you’re panicked. “just a friend,” and he scoffs at that, rolling his eyes with his jaw clenching. he shakes his head at you, “oh, really? why is your friend calling you ‘shawty’—” he mocks the way the guy says it and you have to stop yourself from laughing, “— and asking if your boyfriend is still around?” you giggle and his eyes widen in disbelief before you tell him the truth, showing him the trend. he automatically relaxes, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “oh. good, i should be the only one calling you shawty anyway.” “never call me that. i actually prefer hey mamas—” “HEY!”
KARL: you thought it was bad with george’s face? oh wait til you see karl’s. his face is so, so sad at the thought of you letting another man call you names like that and ask if he’s not there. he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with that sad look and you’re immediately folding. beams when you show him it’s a prank and laughs his ass off at himself for even believing it, “i can’t believe you got me!” shakes his head at himself for thinking you’d ever cheat on him. definitely saves this for a story to tell your friends or chat later.
QUACKITY: he’s on call with the guys when you decide to do this, thinking it’d be funny for all of you to get his reaction even though his facecam is off. tenses when he hears the guy, taking his headphones off to stare between you and your phone. definitely doesn’t think you’re cheating but got some random friend of yours to do this. it’s almost comical the way he flies out of his chair, probably knocking some things over to grab your phone. you try to keep your phone away from him, but he’s quick thinker and tickles you to get your guard down. breathes out a dramatic sigh of relief when he sees the screen, “whew. thought i was gonna have to beat someone’s ass for a second there.” doesn’t find it funny when you snicker at the thought of him kicking someone’s ass. will hold this over your head forever.
