With You - Dream X Reader

With You - Dream x Reader

Inspiration for this is With You by iamjakehill. I strongly recommend listening to this song to get into the mood of the writing.

Genre: fluffy little adventure

Warnings: none!

Characters: cc!Dream, Y/N

“C’mon, Y/N! They’re all waiting in the car already!” Dream called to his partner, who was just throwing on a hoodie in a hurry, stumbling out of their shared room. “Jeez, there you are! Let’s go.” He linked his arm with theirs, then partially dragged them to the car that would be bringing them wherever the driver decided to bring them. Sapnap had already called dibs on shotgun, so Y/N was sat right behind the driver’s seat, which was where Dream would be.

Sliding into their seat, they shot Sapnap a playful pout about their seating arrangement, to which the male replied with a nose scrunch and a triumphant laugh. Beside Y/N sat a half-confused George, and on the other side of George was Karl. In the furthest seat back was Quackity, sprawled out and jokingly yelling at anyone who bothered to ask if one of the middle people could move back and sit with him. Although it was an odd group, it was a fun group, and Y/N was excited. 

“Everyone ready?” Dream looked back as he got into his seat and fastened his seatbelt. 

“Not yet!” Karl was trying to convince Quackity to scoot over still, and finally he complied. Karl quickly pulled himself over the back of the middle seats, landing half on the other male in the back, and half on the seat. After everyone arranged themselves comfortably, Dream backed out of the driveway, then pushed the car forward and sped off. 

Once they were out on the highway, Y/N rolled down the window they were sat next to, sticking their hand out the window and feeling the cool air rush against it. It had been particularly warm all day, and the air from the car speeding down the highway was a nice and refreshing change. Dream looked at his partner from the rearview mirror and chuckled. 

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Once the car was stopped again, everyone quickly got out, looking around. 

“Yo, where are we?” Quackity looked around. It was a little park, with a swingset, some climbing tires, and some seesaws. 

“Looks like a park, dude,” Sapnap replied loudly, nudging Quackity and Karl. “I’ll race you guys to the swings.”

Karl grinned brightly. “You’re on!”

As Y/N and Dream watched the three race each other to the swingset, they intertwined their fingers. They sat in the grass, which had the smell of a recent visit from a lawnmower, and smiled as the three others awkwardly sat in swings meant for small children, trying to see who could go the highest. George was just getting out of the car after falling sleep on the way, and he slowly pulled his phone from his pocket to snap pictures of the three stooges. 

“This is really nice.” Y/N rested their head on Dream’s shoulder. 

“I’m glad you like it. I just kinda figured that everyone needed a break. We all do so much, and we deserve to take a break once in a while.” 

The two went quiet for a bit, taking in all the good vibes. 

Well, until the two heard shrieking from George. “Sapnap, leave me alone!” 

“I told you not to take that picture!” Sapnap quickly chased after the older brunette, who obviously had snapped another picture to spite him. 

Y/N and their boyfriend exchanged a glance, laughing and getting up to go help solve the issue. 

They hoped things would never change.

I started watching Lizzie’s POV of Empires bc Lizzie is my childhood

Do you think you’ll make a part 2 to maybe someday? Set a couple months in the future? I don’t do well with angst I need some fluff lol /nf of course!!!

LKHDDJH I also don't do well with angst so it's a possibility. I'm glad you liked it enough to actually want a second part it, makes me happy :D

For now I'm working on a Callahan blurb for 300 along with my event post, but after that I'll probably plan for a second part to Someday :D

Ready for a bit of Gogy angstyness? I’m not but posting soon anyway

Sobbing

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flower│technoblade

summary: flowers a fickle thing to gift, flowers a precious thing to love

warnings: overwhelming fluff, surprise angst, implications of death - unedited

pairing: in-game c!techno

a/n: i had finalized the ending concept before the actual plot, do with that information as you choose

wc: (2.1k) - m.list

With a roll of your shoulders, you sighed as the day’s journey had finally taken its toll. 

Though in the late afternoon, the pair of you had achieved more than the ordinary would have seen possible; whether that be due to your combined stubbornness or trained durability, it was left to be unseen by you. 

Glancing briefly to your left, you took sight of your companion upon his trusty stead. Your partner, you’d tell strangers, Your lover, in private settings, you’d openly admire. 

Technoblade was nothing less than the feared warrior many saw him as. He was a person of high intelligence, both in the political stance and tactical combat. Wise beyond his years and skilled in many assets (some unnecessary, you could say), he was someone versatile and trained in the ways of survival to the point of prosperity.

Dependent on those you asked, he was a curse beseeched on those who dared anger the Blood God and those that clawed on a mortal’s humanity until they were nothing but a ripped corpse for the taking. The voices, if you will. 

Others would claim he was the immortal himself, a being of higher power that deemed whether one was worthy of mercy or the price of his blade, soul forever trapped in the blood that coated the deadly scythe of judgement. 

Rumors be hearsay and myths a story to scare those small willed, you prided yourself in knowing the truth of it all and the details that mattered. Technoblade was vengeful, yet loyal to a fault. 

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MY HEARTTTTT 

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy pt. 3

Creators Included: Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Awesamdude, Punz, Philza, Technoblade, Foolish Gamers

Warning(s): none :)

Note(s): love writing these sm (and I wrote this very sleep-deprived so if there are mistakes I apologize)

Dream

Dancing together

"What do you think you're doing?", you giggle as Dream tries to sneak his way into the living room.

"Just give me the remote and don't ask any questions.", he whispers, still acting sneaky for some reason.

You hand him the remote, an uncertain look on your face.

"Close your eyes."

Your eyes squeeze shut, still a little unsure.

A familiar song begins to echo throughout the room, and you feel Dream's hand slip into yours.

"Open.", he whispers, and he pulls you to your feet the second your eyes open.

"The song that you played on our first date.", you grin at the familiar lyrics and melody.

Dream pulls you into his arms, letting your head rest against his chest.

The two of you gently sway back and forth with one another in time to the music.

"Love you.", Dream mumbles, his head resting on top of yours.

"Love you too."

George

Deep talks

"Have you ever thought about how in the massive expanse of things that we are like little specks of dust on the carpet of the universe?", you randomly ask George.

He rubs his eyes, turning to face you.

"What the hell did you just say?"

Having deep conversations with George is often fun because he can't ever believe how you come up with things like this, but he also enjoys giving his own input on your opinions.

Topics can range from conspiracy theories to talks of the future; all of them often leading to long nights spent awake with one another.

You yawn halfway through your sentence, turning over to look at the clock.

"It's four in the morning already.", you laugh a little as you read the number displayed on the clock.

"We still have a few hours. Back to the topic..."

Sapnap

Laughing at each other's jokes

You have to hold your sides to try to lessen the pain from your laughter, laughing at another one of Sapnap's jokes.

"He's not that funny, y/n.", Dream shakes his head, sitting on the other side of Sapnap.

"You're jealous, Dream. Shut up.", Sapnap swings a punch in Dream's directions, not wanting him to discourage you from laughing at him.

"You just don't get them, Dream.", you tease, sides still slightly hurting from your excessive laughing.

Dream makes a disgruntled noise, and you laugh at him too.

"Ow, ow.", you groan as you hold your sides again.

"Guess I'm just too funny.", Sapnap laughs, gently poking your side.

"Or they're biased."

"Shut up, Dream."

Karl

Touching foreheads

Karl finally climbs into bed as the sun is beginning to rise.

He wraps his arms around you, and you subconsciously scoot further into his grasp.

The sudden increase in warmth wakes you up, and your eyes open to find Karl staring at you.

"Morning.", you mumble, a slight smile on your face.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Sorry for waking you.", he whispers, trying to lull you back to sleep.

"Is okay.", you murmur, your eyes slowly closing again.

Karl smiles as he listens to your breathing slow down again, slowly falling asleep with you.

Quackity

Hand holding

You stare out the window, watching the scenery pass by.

Quackity had talked you into a short roadtrip, and you can't deny that you are enjoying the time with him.

Scrolling through his phone, you queue up the next song to play on Spotify.

"You hungry?", he asks you, seeing a sign for food on the next exit.

"If you are.", you shrug, not caring either way.

"This is a good song.", he compliments your choice.

Just as you're about to thank him, his hand slips into yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

Your mind goes blank for a second before you smile.

"They have a Burger King! We're eating."

Wilbur

Playing with other's hair

Wilbur stretches out across the couch, his head coming to rest in your lap.

"How did writing go today?", you ask him, your fingers immediately tangling in his curls.

You take a few strands, beginning to braid them together.

It's hard for Wilbur to focus on what he's saying while you're playing with his hair.

You continue playing with his hair as he informs you about things like chord progression and refrains.

"Look how pretty.", you take a picture and show him the multitudes of little braids strewn across the top of his head.

"Were you ever listening to me?", Wilbur teases.

"I will post this.", you threaten.

"As if that is a feasible threat."

"Shush."

Sam

Handwritten notes

You start your car, taking a deep breath before reaching for your gear shift.

You really don't want to go to work, and you made sure that your boyfriend knew that too before you told him goodbye.

As you reach to put your car in drive, the feeling of paper touches your hand.

You find a green note taped to the end of your gear shift, unfolding it to read it.

Have a great shift! I believe in you, and I know you'll have a great day.

There's a heart scribbled at the bottom of the note.

You smile and snap a picture to Sam.

What is this for?

You see the typing bubble pop up and wait until a message comes through.

There's a few more hidden around. Have fun at work. :)

Punz

Tickling

You groan as you flop onto the couch next to your boyfriend who is stretched out across the couch, rolling over to bury your face in his hoodie.

This would be normal for Punz except for the obvious dissatisfied groan that had escaped your mouth.

"What's wrong?", he asks you, moving a hand up and down your arm.

"Don't want to talk about it." is the muffled response that Punz receives.

He frowns, hating that you're not okay.

A couple seconds pass by until he gets an idea.

His fingers find their way to your sides as he begins to tickle you.

"Stop, stop!", you laugh as you pull away from him.

The giggle from you and the smile on your face makes it all worth it, and he stops the tickling soon after he marvels at the grin on your face.

"My turn.", you grin, holding out your hands and wiggling your fingers at him.

"I'd like to see you try."

c!Phil

Massages

You hear the door slam from the front of the house you share with your boyfriend, and you already know what this means.

The bedroom door is the next to slam, and you slowly pull yourself off of the couch to check on him.

"Phil?"

He's laying face down on the bed, angry mumblings being spoken into his pillow.

You sit on the bed next to him, gently running a hand through his ruffled feathers.

"Rough day?", you murmur, already knowing the answer.

A soft, affirmative grunt passes through his lips as he agrees.

You move to sit on your knees, slowly running both of your hands through his wings.

You slowly apply more pressure to certain spots where you can feel knots throughout his back and shoulders, and you massage your fingers through his wings as well.

When you deem your work satisfactory, Phil lets out a happy sigh.

"I wouldn't mind if you did that every night.", he mumbles, making you laugh.

c!Techno

Linking arms

"Techno! Techno!", you yell, trying to keep up with him.

You had promised that you would accompany him today, but you had forgotten about the slight height difference.

You've practically spent all day running after him, and you're starting to get tired.

Your legs are getting heavier with each step, and you don't quite remember why you promised to do this in the first place.

Techno can see that you're struggling, and he can't deny he finds it a little funny that you can't keep up with him.

He stops in his tracks, allowing you to catch up with him.

"Having trouble?", he teases you as you join his side.

"It's not my fault your legs are freakishly long.", you groan.

"No need to be rude, y/n.", Techno playfully grins at you.

You shake your head, glad you have a second to rest your legs.

"Come on, y/n."

He leans a bit to link his arm with yours and begins to pull you along beside him.

"Now you have to keep up."

Foolish

FaceTime calls

A familiar ringtone sounds from your phone, and you pick it up immediately.

"Hi!", you greet Foolish the second the call connects.

"Hey! What're you doing?", he asks you, moving a little closer to the camera to try to observe your screen better.

"Just some homework. How was your stream today?"

The two of you could talk on these calls all day and sometimes you do.

Your stomach growls, causing you to look down at your phone.

"I literally haven't eaten yet. I was too busy talking to you.", you giggle, moving to end the call.

"Hey, stay on. I'll watch what you make like a cooking show.", Foolish grins.

"Ooh, we could cook together!", you propose, smiling as Foolish immediately jumps to his feet.

"Perfect."