#gogynotfound

" . . . Get the fuck away from me, Dream. "

The dream team. Well-

The sbi group. I think Phil's is funny. And Techno's is just awww.

HERES my DreamSMP FnF designs!!!

You were sleeping peacefully dreaming of mystical lands people have only heard about in fairy tales. Everything was perfect until a horrid sound only to be compared to the world's most annoying toy, an otamatone. The red blurred numbers on the alarm clock read 4:30 am. You dragged yourself out of bed following the noise to George's makeshift office downstairs by the kitchen. The brunette was lounging on the couch with a microphone in hand connected to the tv's Bluetooth speakers. A half empty bottle of booze sat on the side table near him. George babbled incoherently into the mic, his phone in his other hand. You stood at the bottom of the stairs just tiredly watching him go wild until you had enough.

"George, what in the holy name of hera are you doing?" You put your hands on your hips as your roomate turned towards you acting extra giddy.

"Oh goody! Tommy guess who just got up," he lowers his voice and puts a hand up like a wall against his mouth, "its (Y/N)." He made a face and you could hear Tommy groan through the phone. George broke into laughter and then spontaneously threw his phone at you. You fumbled but eventually had it in your possession. Tommy told you that he just wanted to sleep so you both said goodnight to one another. Now what were you supposed to do with your drunk roommate?