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𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕊𝕄ℙ ~ 𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕠 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣

Happy New year :]

MCYT: Most of the Dream SMP but Wilbur centric because you're best friends

SMP or AU: Actor AU

Type: Platonic, wholesome and funny

Pronouns: They/Them

Notes: Y/N = Your Name. Most people will have their Minecraft usernames even though it's a more realistic AU because as I've said before, I wanna be utterly separate from the irl CCs. Unless it's like Wilbur or Tommy where their real name is in the username :]

Premise: Right so I was rewatching the SAD-ist bloopers animatic and I really liked how it was portrayed as almost like a TV Show set with her as the director (IF I HAVE SAD-IST'S PRONOUNS WRONG PLEASE LET ME KNOW) so yeh this is that, kinda just a bunch of mini scenarios. The characters might seem a little out of character because I haven't interacted with much Dream SMP content in a while, so I have little to no recallection of their personality.

Trigger warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol, written at 1am. And also me writing something suspiciously wholesome which definitely doesn't mean lots of angst soon.

Y/N's POV

"What if we called it... Manberg?" Tommy piped up looking to Wilbur.

"No, no, we need to make it more European." He contemplated for a while. I counted three seconds before taking my queue.

"What about L? L'manberg."

"I like L'manberg." Wilbur grinned.

"L'manberg! Viva la revolution, bitch!" Tommy yelled. There was a pause, where I locked eyes with the brunette to my left, before we burst out laughing.

"CUT!" Came SAD-ist's yell. Wil and I continued to chuckle as Tubbo face-palmed, clearly bored of Tommy fucking up scenes.

"I don't think that's in the script, bossman." I observed, sliding over to the teen.

"Come on, it's called improvisation, an ad-lib. Are you guys real actors or what?" He accused with a smirk. Wilbur and Tubbo had joined us now as we walked off set, the director proclaiming tiredly for a break.

"Yeh, we are, which is why we don't do shit like that." Wil tried to come across as stern, but we all harboured a secret soft spot for the energetic blond, even when he pulled stuff like this.

"We've been trying to perfect that scene all afternoon." Tubbo added, falling into a hurried step to keep up.

"Come on, haven't you seen all those videos where it shows you all the iconic movie lines that were improvised?" Tommy insisted as we continued to walk.

"What, and you think you're some big-shot actor who can say what he likes and no director will question it? Dream on, Tomathy." I chuckled, ruffling his hair affectionately.

"No, Y/N, I will not dream on. Dream is our enemy, remember?!" He pouted. The tall brunette to my right rolled his eyes.

"Get your head outta the show, Tommy!"

~~~

"Hang on, hang on..." I tucked my pen behind my ear, squinting closer at the paper. We'd just received the final draft of the season two scripts and Wilbur had immediately burst into my trailer, demanding we read it together. "So some fucking goat bastard just kicks us out? I'm fuming." I took a sip of my drink.