#dtqk

[haiyouchashaobao]

Everything is going to be okay!

[lilywastaken]

⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.

WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!

A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM:

"Feeling a bit better?"

You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.

"Mm…"

His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"You should be resting."

You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.

"Clay. You're ill."

"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.

"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.

"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"

"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."

Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.

"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.

"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.

He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.

You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.

Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.

SAPNAP:

A loud groan resounds across the house.

You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.

Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.

You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.

"You sound like you're dying."

You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.

"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."

You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.

"Wait, are you actually sick?"

"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"

"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"

"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.

"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.

"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"

"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"

You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.

"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.

"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"

"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

GEORGE:

How can George still be asleep?

You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.

You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.

Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.

"George? Are you awake?"

Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.

"Georgie?"

"Hmng."

You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.

"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"

"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"

"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."

That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.

"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."

George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.

"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."

You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"

You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.

QUACKITY:

"You're an idiot."

Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.

"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."

"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."

"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."

Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.

"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.

"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"

You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.

"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."

"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."

"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.

"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."

"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.

"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."

KARL:

"Your nose is running."

You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.

"Mhm."

He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.

"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.

"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."

You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.

"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.

"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"

You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.

"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."

You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.

"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.

"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."

He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.

[sunshine-on-marz]

How the DTQK would react to you calling them “my boy”

(This totally isn’t based on anything, nope not at all)

————

Dream:

-gasps

-giggles

-just stares at you

-“…your boy” and smiles

George:

-wide eyed

-“yours?”

-smirks and kisses your cheek

Sapnap:

-fucking smiles like an idiot

-“that’s me!”

-cuddles

Quackity:

-goes on a rant

-“He estado esperando que me llames tuyo, porque lo soy. soy tuyo, siempre lo sere”

-translated: I've been waiting for you to call me yours, because I am. I'm yours, always will be

-then just kisses your forehead

Karl:

-this boy squeals

-straight up ‘EEEEE’

-kisses you and is just like

-“say it again”

[majorlesbianpanic]

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME. 5/5 MIRROR SELFIES.

[axolchys]

omg omg omg guys

imagine

You’re on sapnap’s bed, scrolling through twitter.

Suddenly, the door busts open.

“Baby. I need you.” Sapnap says. “Huh? Whats up?” You ask, worried. He walks towards you, slams his lips against yours.

He places his hand on your back, slowly guiding you two to the bed. “Fuck baby.” He grunts. “Hold on, hold on.” He says, walking to his pc.

You take a moment to yourself. You think this is strange because you guys don’t normally do this. Plus the boys are over—

Nick looks at you, smiling.

You look at him with the straightest face ever.

Cbat started playing.

“YOU FUCKING—” You yell.

“What?” His voice cracking, “Do you want a different song?” He giggles then plays dream’s speed running music.

You grab a pillow to throw at him. You grab another one to cover your face and scream as the other boys open the door, hysterically laughing.

“I’m— I’m about to speed— run that pussy.” Nick laughs. You groan.

“Im about to speed run our relationship, idiot.” You laugh along.

—

I wonder what happened to that couple 😭

[nikaizkool]

Boys reaction to seeing you on your period Dtqk + sweater duo + Charlie fluff

• Dream

Does anything to make you happy. Cooks you breakfast lunch and dinner ordering take out and only focusing on you

Always making sure your ok “you feeling alright my love?” Kissing your forehead holding you in his arms

•George

“Eughhhh periods gross stinky” very teasing but overall very nice buying you stuff and rubbing your stomach when you get really bad cramps trying to make it better

“You alright, love?” Cuddles you laying down on your stomach and holding your hand kissing your neck and literally everywhere

•Sapnap

Brings you blankets snacks drinks takeout literally anything to make you happy. “Your so pretty my love”

Nonstop cuddles and kisses. He’s always holding you no matter what, your hands, your thighs. Anything. “My love” kissing you all over

• Quackity

Dosent know what to do so he just buys you chocolate and a bunch of chips and candy anything he knows you like.

Always within 5 feet of you just to make sure your ok and most of the time he’s clinging to your side doing stuff for you or cuddling you

•Karl

Brings you blankets and wraps you up with him snacks to your right bathroom to your left basically heaven

•Charlie

“He—heyyyyy baby?” Very nervous and worried about you giving you minute check ups “darling, you need anything? You feeling ok?” Gives you anything he can

“My sweet” holds your hand and mumbles praise to you. “Your so perfect my dear” always cuddling you

•Jschlatt

Gives you alcohol and lets Jambo rest on your stomach. Honestly such a sweetheart kissing you all over and making you food while you lay in bed.

[rat-community-library]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40082148

Lost this fic for a while then I found it on a fic rec blog, so continuing the tradition

heed the tags

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Karl Jacobs & Sapnap, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Karl Jacobs, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU where none of the wars happened, Becasue I need a break from canonical angst okay, everyone gets along, Clay | Dream-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream is Not Evil (Video Blogging RPF), Good Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Dream Team as Family, discduo - Freeform, Sleepy Bois Inc as Family, Administrator Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), he has a connection to the server, Blaze Hybrid Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Alexis | Quackity, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dissassociation, Panic Attacks, Dialogue Heavy, Protective Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Protective GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Alexis | Quackity, Protective Karl Jacobs, Unresolved Trauma, The feral boys are good friends, Younger Sibling TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Wilbur Soot, Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur canonically fucked a fish, Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dream's Mask, No beta we die like illiterates Summary:

It’s rare to see this many people in the community house, rarer still for the atmosphere to be as calm as it is currently. No screaming, no tusseling, no rowdy declarations of war over who borrowed what without asking. It’s certainly a break, and as the ever-busy server Admin, Dream will relish in it for as long as he’s able.

He should have known it wouldn’t last.

-

Or, when a discussion of firsts gets out of hand, Tommy and the feral boys learn more about their resident Admin than they were prepared for.

And Dream? Dream just wants to undestand why his friends are looking at him like that.

[xomoosexo]

dteam twitter people migrating here ily but remember to:

reblog! cause we are a home grown economy here, there's no fancy algorithm. the only way people will see your posts is for bigger blogs to reblog you (and then more blogs reblog from them and so on)

liking! a lot of people around here don't like when you like but don't reblog (remember, no algorithm. likes really do nothing) liking without reblogging is fine sometimes but for things like fanart, it's probably best to pop a reblog!

decorate your blog! people might think you're a bot or a troll if you don't slap a little color on the walls! super easy to find a random pic of gnf and make it your pfp lol

tagging! a lot of people use hashtags for thoughts about someone elses post, compliments to an artist, extra notes they don't want on the main post, and also as content and trigger warnings. Not that many people maintag around here anymore unless it's something like fanart or important information!

tags to note:

#dtblr

#dteam fanart- fan art maintag

#dreamblr- dream fan maintag

#dreblr- c!dream fan maintag (positive only)

#dreamwastaken tag for dream since #dream is too broad

#404blr- George fan maintag

#pandasblr- sapnap fan maintag

#dream situation/drituation- discussion of the allegations

"#tw ___" or "#cw ___"- tags for trigger and content warnings, please use! (ex: #tw blood)

"#___ neg" or "#___ crit"- tags for creator criticism and negativity (ex: #george neg)

#mcyt- broad tag for all of minecraft youtube on this site. totally okay for most dtblr posts

#Minecraft- tag for Minecraft fandom. Not a place for mcyt content and they don't appreciate it when we tag this. (though if you want to post your cool Minecraft builds or mob vote stuff that is a okay!)

interact! reblog posts! add something to the post! compliment someone's art in the tags! follow people!

and most importantly:

chill out! people here tend to be a lot more relaxed about what we post because this is primarily a fan space. if you see someone posting something you think is against creators wishes or invasive,

just block them. You should also feel free to block tags for things you don't want to see, and don't get upset with people if you see something that's tagged correctly- it's on you to curate your dash.

now about shipping. people on here tend to be a lot more lenient and comfortable with ship content since they know creators won't see it or interact with it.

the line between shipping/truthing or joke shipping is super blurry. if you don't want to see people talking about dnf /srs then block them! But for a lot of people on here they don't really care and it's very excepted for people to be somewhere between joking and serious.

and finally, just don't be a dick! people on here tend to be a lot less hostile, if you see something you think should have warnings in the tags but doesn't, shoot them an ask! 90% of the time they'll amend it. We have been using Tumblr instead of twitter because we don't like creators seeing what we post. so please respect that boundary by not reposting anything on here to twitter or other sites! have fun!!!