Dnf Oneshots

Sing Me To Sleep

Cw: This story includes smut as well as mentions of triggering topics such as alcohol, drug abuse, severe anxiety, and vulgar language. Stay safe and enjoy!
Quick note: This one is hella long and has quite the intro- but it's met with a massive smut scene afterwards if you have the patience.

POV: Dream

I pulled my guitar out of her case, strumming gently as I tested the strings and went straight to tuning her up. Tonight was the big night- the big gig. Our biggest show yet was starting in approximately 3 hours, and the band had never been so hyped. I was lead singer and acoustic guitarist. Sapnap was on the keyboard, and Sam played drums. We weren't much, but we all had skill and creativity. That alone apparently was enough for us to gain 57million fans on Apple Music, and 169million on Spotify just in our first year of song writing. Now, on our third year of producing, we had a total of 2.4billion fans and followers globally across all music platforms. And now we were about to perform live at a show which sold out at 765K tickets a year before the actual date. Those who couldn't show up in person had access to a live stream on our official Twitch and YouTube accounts plus whatever streams people in the crowd decided to put up.

This was, without a doubt, the biggest night of my life. Of all of our lives. My anxiety had never been higher, so when Sapnap had to yell to get my attention, I wasn't surprised. "DREAM! OH MY GOD, GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD!" My head snapped over, and I stopped strumming my guitar which I had named Delilah back in 2016 when I first bought her. "Oh shit, sorry. How long were you shouting?" Sapnap smiled sympathetically at me, plopping down onto the floor beside me and pulling me into a tight bear hug. "Only 5 minutes. We got this, dude. Quit stressing. We could forget the lyrics to our own songs and start singing Cotten Eye Joe and they'd still be throwing roses at our faces and begging to suck our dicks." I laughed, setting Delilah down and returning the hug. "Yeah, I know. But it's so intense. You can't blame me. There's going to be almost a million people out there. Watching us live- in person." Sapnap nodded, giving me another squeeze before he leaned back and responded. "No shit. It's gonna be insane, but we got this."

Sam poked his head around the corner, a bottle of liquor in one hand, his drum sticks in the other. "You guys need some liquid courage?" Both me and Sapnap replied in perfect unison, "Fuck yeah, we do!" Me and Sapnap laughed, grabbing each other's hands in a tight fist-lock and pulling each other up as we sauntered over to Sam. "You always have the best timing, dude." Sapnap commented as he grabbed two glasses- one for me and one for him. Sam grinned, pouring us all a shot. "How else do you think I got into this band? Immaculate timing and perfect instinct when to kick off into a killer beat." We all laughed at that, downing our shots quickly. Sam poured us all a second one without even asking if it was necessary- he just knew. Besides, all of us had such a strong tolerance to alcohol now we could down a bottle and a half of whiskey before we felt anything at all. A couple shots would do nothing except ease our anxiety a bit.

After our third shot, Sam took initiative and screwed the lid back on the bottle of liquor, standing up and raising it far out of Sapnap's reached when he tried to grab it. "Nooo I wasn't done with that," he grumbled in frustration. Sam laughed, and I did too. "We don't need to be drunk before the show, just slightly dazed." Sapnap heaved a sigh, looking at me as if this was ridiculous. "Do you believe his tomfoolery?" I laughed, giving him a light shove in the shoulder. "It's not tomfoolery you dumbass, it's a fair point. We don't want to be drunk before the show. We'll have plenty of time to get wasted after the show." Sam butted in with a grin as he put the liquor away. "And fuck whoever we want with absolutely no shame." We all laughed again, and Sapnap finally nodded in agreement. "Okay," he said. "You got me at that one."

Time skip to 10 minutes before the show.

I was combing through my hair a bit excessively, Delilah out of her case and hanging from my neck and shoulder via her custom leather support strap. Sam checked all the microphone settings, and Sapnap worked to finish the last touches on the arrangements of everything on stage behind the curtains. I found my mind drifting to the pain medications I had in my bag, but I shook my head roughly. No, I'm not going back there. Not now. I took a deep breath, getting startled when Sapnap pulled me into a tight hug. "Hey man, we got this. Deep breaths, okay? In... out... in... out..." I nodded slightly, leaning into his firm but familiar grasp and trying my hardest to breath in sync with his guidance. Our band manager, Halo, peeked his head through the staff only door. "You guys got five minutes. Head to your places and get ready to rumble!" We all nodded, grabbing our gear and situating in our spots. I stood behind the main mic, Delilah in hand. Sam plopped down into his 15 dollar Walmart stool behind his drum set, twirling his sticks nervously. Sapnap's hands hovered over the keys of his keyboard, his foot tapping nervously. Or maybe excitedly? It was hard to tell with him sometimes.