#dnf drabble

[pennotfound]

Kinda tired but my dnf mind won't let this go so here's an itty bitty drabble about DNF being soft and sweet and obsessed with each other.

Once the screen on his computer went black, the first thing George did was pick up his phone and call Dream. He smirked when Dream answered the FaceTime call on the first ring, but he knew if it was reversed and Dream called him, he'd answer just as fast.

"Hey, idiot," George's usual sass gave way to softness as he stood up and made his way over to his bed. He wanted to make a snarky comment about Dream's silence confirming George's superior Minecraft abilities, but right now, with Dream staring back at George like he hung the stars in the sky, George found himself speechless to say anything.

"Hey," Dream said, leaning back against his bed just like he had over three years ago for their first FaceTime calls. His hair was shorter now, and his face a little fuller, but the rest was identical. The eyes, the smile, the way the simplest of words dripped with affection whenever the two of them were connected this way.

George smiled and leaned against his own pillow, and the blue-green light from his lava lamp illuminated his face. "Hey."

"Good stream," Dream said, his fingers tracing the edge of the screen on his side in a way that George immediately recognized. Why wouldn't he, when George did the same to Dream's image on his own screen?

George sighed and let himself sink into his pillow. "Thanks," he said. "What was your favorite part?"

"Hmm," Dream hummed while his face flitted over the screen. "I mean watching you play Hytale was fun. Kind of nice to watch you play first and make all the mistakes so I can do even better when I stream it," he chuckled.

"Bro's taking advantage of my failure and he hasn't even tried to play yet," George rolled his eyes. "Just watch, you'll probably die after like five seconds and I'll still be better than you."

"Maybe," Dream shrugged, then propped his phone on his pillow.

A long comfortable silence settled between them that Dream was the first to break. "I was thinking about that handprint of yours."

"You were?" George propped his own phone on his pillow and reached towards his nightstand for the glazed clay imprint from almost 27 years ago. "You know, I was surprised to see it here when I walked in to stream. I think my mum was looking at it earlier. Ever since I got back to London, she's been really emotional."

"She probably missed you."

"Yeah," George's eyes glazed with tears while he turned the print over in his hands. He traced the tiny imprint with his much larger fingers, amazed at the difference. "I can't believe my hands were ever this small."

Dream sighed, then chuckled a little. "You know, the difference between your hand then and now is probably the same as the difference between our hands now."

"I don't know about that." George rolled his eyes while he continued to trace the outline before him. "I mean, you could see during the stream, how much bigger my hand is than this print."

"I did."

"And actually," George paused for a moment. "Since this was done two months before you were born, I think it's safe to say that when you were born, my hand was even bigger, and definitely bigger than yours."

"Yeah," Dream's lips turned up in a light grin. "For like, a year, your hands were bigger than mine."

"Oh, I think it was longer than that," George mused. "At least several years."

"Maybe."

"Definitely."

They both hummed, sighing against their respective pillows, connected by an invisible thread that linked them and their phones together.

"George?" Dream whispered.

George yawned, then blinked sleepily while he stared back at the face before him. "Yeah?"

"I miss you. A lot." Dream's eyes got a little glassy. "When are you coming home?"

"Soon," George replied.

"Ugh," Dream groaned. "Look at you, soon-ing me."

"You know," George yawned yet again. "You can always fly to London if you want."

"Don't tempt me." Dream whined a little. "But really though? Soon? Like in a week? Or a few days?"

"Yeah," George smiled. "And you'll pick me up from the airport, right?"

"Of course I will." Dream replied. "And I'll give you the biggest hug ever."

"And when we get home?"

"More hugs," Dream said. "Maybe even a kiss or two."

"Or three?"

"Or four."

George grinned sleepily. "Or five... Hundred."

"Yeah," Dream sighed, then turned his head and pressed his lips to the pillow he'd been laying on. "I love you, George."

George pressed his cheek into his pillow and imagined the pressure was Dream's lips against his skin. "I love you too."

[rebelwithoutabroom]

Thinking about George whining a bit to Dream to come get in bed with him at his fresh 11 pm bedtime but Dream is determined to finish this edit and tells him soon so George frustrated and petty fingers himself and gets ready to sit on his old dildo he has thankfully not had to use in a while and then calls Dream to whine and moan about how it’s not good enough and he feels so cold without Dreams big hands holding him…Maybe he gets a little mad George KNOWS Dream will take care of him he doesn’t need stupid silicone he makes his way to their room very quick and then takes care of him rough and good and long the way he should😇

good morning to you too anonie goddamn

[lilacwasfound]

in the wake of twitter blowing up and some fics being deleted (and me binging squid game season 3 over the last few hours), here's a squidcraft dnf thing that i started like 2 years ago but never finished

i forget where i was going with this im ngl, i don't think i'll ever finish it cause i've got other wips to finish (broken heart emoji that i'm too lazy to copy cause i'm on desktop)

(anyway go check out my ao3 if you like my writing <3)

[livingproofoftbd]

has anyone made this connection yet because i just realized it and completely froze for like 10 solid seconds

so in paranoid, the start of the second verse is “drafting at 2 am, those texts i never send” right?

in Heat Waves (fanfic), doesnt dream draft a whole bunch of messages to george that he never sends (until yknow)?

it’s a long shot, just something that i noticed that i’m gonna spend the rest of the night thinking about

[bottleofchaos]

“You forgot the rings, didn’t you?

Okay, in Dream’s defense, he’d gotten a bit distracted.

How could he not? They were late—by nearly 10 minutes, to be exact—and George had finally rounded the corner, looking like he’d just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Between his already frazzled state and his fiancé looking drop dead gorgeous, how could Dream not stop and stare?

Sapnap, however, had not been nearly as fazed. As soon as George appeared, he was shoving the two of them out the door, zero hesitation or questions asked. Dream was surprised he even remembered to lock the door in their rush to leave.

Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t exactly pat himself on the back too much, considering their current predicament.

Dream winced, looking over to Sapnap, who was still patting down his own pockets. “Please tell me you happened to grab them?” he all but pleaded.

Sapnap held up his empty hands. “I didn’t,” he said apologetically. “I assumed you already had them when we left.”

Dream dropped his head and sighed. “Of course we managed to forget the rings,” he groaned, dragging a hand over his face.

Another hand reached out, gently pulling his hand away. “It’s fine, Dream,” said George, interlacing their fingers. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Dream frowned. “But what—” He paused, eyes catching on a bracelet wrapped around Sapnap’s wrist—a bracelet that matched another somewhere in North Carolina. An idea clicked into place. He turned to the judge. “We don’t necessarily need to use rings, do we?”

The judge nodded and replied, “Well, you don’t technically need to use anything at all; rings are commonly symbolic nowadays.”

Dream felt the edges of a smile begin to appear. “But anything can be symbolic, right?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Perfect.”

George raised an eyebrow as Dream let go of his hands. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his own smile growing with Dream’s energy.

Without responding, Dream reached up beneath the collar of his nicely ironed shirt—courtesy of his mom—and unclasped the gold chain from around his neck. He held it up, the light glinting off the metal as it swayed. “Will this do?” he asked the judge.

The judge smiled kindly. “I don’t see why not,” she said.

Dream looked back to George as Sapnap cheered. George laughed, Dream shrugging proudly. “Only you, idiot.” He rolled his eyes, but his smile was bright. “Only you.”

“I take it you boys are ready now?” the judge interjected lightly.

Happiness sparkled like stars in Dream’s eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Wonderful.”

[anadiilua]

DNF with kids fic

It was hot and Dream was starting to regret his decisions. Him and George were walking around Orlando, waiting for fans to recognize them so they would take pictures together. It was all part of his promotion campaign for his upcoming album. Dream was wearing his new mask that let him actually see things, but it came with the cost of being a bit too hot. But it was ok, he only needed to wear it for one more week. After that, he would be free.

"DREAM?!?!!" He heard a kid yelling and turned around to see a little boy, probably not older than 8 years old, pointing a finger at him.

"Hi! It's me, Dream!" He waved at the kid, smiling even though no one could see him.

The kid ran towards them, his mom right behind him with a soft smile.

"hello, how are you?" Dream leaned down to be closer to the little boy's height. He could see George starting a conversation with the mother in hushed tones while her son started to interrogate Dream. He asked about Minecraft and his YouTube videos and about Sapnap and George.

And Dream indulged the enthusiastic fan until he suddenly went quiet. The bright smile that once decorated his face was now gone.

"is that all you wanted to ask? Do you want a picture?" Dream tried to cheer him, but the boy only looked down. It was if he was holding back tears and Dream started to panic. Had he done something wrong?

He looked at George and the kid's mom for help. The mother had a knowing and somber look in her face while George looked frozen in place, looking just as panicked as Dream felt.

"Are you really never showing your face again? Were people being mean to you?" The kid suddenly spoke again, making Dream whip his head back to him

"Alex!" His mom reprimanded. "That's rude to ask some–"

"no, it's ok." Dream interrupted, kneeling besides Alex. "It's true, people were mean to me, but that's not why I decided to wear this mask again."

"So is it true that you're never taking it off again?" Alex was almost yelling, his eyes filled with unshed tears that threatened to spill at any moment. "I don't like that! You can't even eat in that. It's not fair!" A single tear ran down his cheek and he let out a hiccup.

Without thinking, Dream pulled his hoodie down and took the mask off so he could look in the kids eyes properly.

"Hey, Alex, right? look! The mask is off, see?" He spoke in a soft but rushed voice. He didn't know what he was doing but he couldn't stand seeing the boy cry. "Do you want to know a secret?"

Alex looked at him with wide eyes, the tears were still running down his face but the boy didn't seem to notice them. He nodded slowly.

"I have this incredible friend. Or, I had... And he never saw my face before we got separated." Dream started to talk and saw George take a step in his direction. A hand was placed on his shoulder, offering him his silent support. "And I'm planning this super special secret thing for him. And for that, I have to wear the mask again. I'm not hiding forever, but I have to be faceless for a little while."

"Oh..." After a silent period of deliberation the kid continued "But why did you take it off now then?

Dream let his smile go fonder.

"This friend's name was Alex. I just thought that since I couldn't show my face to him, I could do that with you. So, Alex... What do you think about my face?"

The kid, Alex, looked at him for a couple of seconds before nodding again. "Your cheers have squares."

Behind him, George lets out a loud laugh.

"His dumb mask makes those marks when he uses it for too long" George explains between laughter and soon, the kid is smiling again.

They take a few pictures together and then the family is on their way. Dream is still waving at them when George bumps him with his hips, caching his attention.

"I think that's enough publicity. I'm hungry, Dream. Let's go to a restaurant."

"Is it a date?" He smirks down at his boyfriend.

"Put the mask back on, idiot. You look stupid." Is George's only response.

When they are alone in a private booth at the back of a fancy restaurant, George brings back the encounter with the little boy.

"you're very good with kids, aren't you?" He comments.

"I guess..." There's a minute of silence while George contemplates something.

"have you ever thought about having kids?" It's so sudden that Dream chokes on his food.

"what? I-I mean... Yeah, I've thought about it, why?" He answers in between a fit of coughing.

"we should get one... Someday." George's voice is softer and his eyes are locked on Dream's.

"Yeah... Someday." He agrees, because who on earth would be able do deny anything to GeorgeNotFound.

[reeseisinapiece]

(also thx to everyone who liked or reblogged my last post, i'm super glad you enjoyed it!)

short drabble :)

poly!dnf x reader (no pronouns used)

word count: 170

cw: none

george and dream loved to watch you sleep. not in a creepy way but in a 'we're in love with you and want to admire everything you do' kinda way.

so it was no suprise when you opened your eyes to see them staring at you when you woke up. "you're finally awake," george muttered seemingly annoyed, "george stopp, that's mean," dream scolded before giving you a kiss on the forehead. "yeah george, that's mean" you replied giggling, "shut up, (y/n)," he groaned. not long after you felt fingers digging in your stomach. you yelped trying to escape. "d-dream h-help" you tried to get out while laughing. the man in question responded by laughing while shaking his head.

"say you're sorry, and i'll stop," george offered, "i-i 'm s-sorry," you replied. "i couldn't hear you, can you repeat that?" george teasingly asked. "i'm sorr-ry," you said again, he stopped and gave you time to catch your breath. dream spoke for the first time in awhile, "who wants some breakfeast?!"

[crimsonbluemoon]

Day Twenty Five: Unwrapping Gifts

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