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tooru’s in troooouuuubleeeee

put a ring on it!

summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.

masterlist ll thirteen ll fourteen ll fifteen

you wonder if tooru can hear how loud your heart is beating right now. because as more time passes you realize, you have to actually confess to him and oh god that makes your heart pound even faster.

"the food was really good," he keeps his hand on your lower back, leading you towards the coat area, "im glad sofia couldn't make it." you smile at him before his expression drops, "oh wait no that sounded mean. please don't tell sofia i think she would yell at me." you both laugh as he helps you slide your jacket back on. he adjusts the front of your jacket, buttoning the buttons and then patting your head, before giving you a kiss on your forehead.

holding the door for you, he slides his hand into yours, "i was thinking maybe we can take a walk? there's a really nice park around here."

"sure, id love to."

the park was beautiful and one of the best places you could think of to confess. the sun had set and left the sky filled with vibrant pinks and purples. the slight breeze made a few leaves fall gently onto the path.

and toorus thumb tracing small circles onto your hand completely relaxed you. because if the way he was smiling down at you was any indication, he definitely felt the same.

and as nervous as you were earlier, as you looked into tooru's eyes, everything just seemed easy.

the next 30 minutes was spent continuing the random conversations from dinner, from him telling you stories of practice that week, you talking about your new job, and him trying (for the third time this week alone) to explain volleyball rules (you keep telling him you'll never get it, but tooru oikawa is one stubborn man) until you both stopped at a nearby cafe to get desert.

"ill pay for it this time, i know the food was expensive." you pout up at him and he laughs. he cups your cheeks, pinching them before he pulls his hands away, "fine, but only because i know you'll complain about it for days." you swat at his hands and shake your head, directing him towards and bench.

"also, i have something important to tell you!"

"i do too. so lets do it over some cake, yeah?" you nod, squeezing his hand, you shout out a "ill be back" and run inside.

about 5 minutes later you leave the cozy cafe with 2 cakes and 2 drinks for you both to share. you look towards the bench you left him at, watching as tooru jumps up and begins speaking to someone. his shoulders seem to tense and he continues to lean away from the woman.

you slowly walk closer and watch as she throws her arms around around tooru's waist. you try to believe it might just be some weird fan that doesn't understand boundaries until you hear, "tooru, i still love you."

he grips her shoulders and pushes her back. with his eyes wide he whispers, "valentina, what are you doing? why are you here?"

you cough, only loud enough to grab tooru's attention and you watch his face morph into something of guilt, especially when he notices the way you look at her hands, still gripping tightly to his coat. and your eyes flash to the ring on her middle finger, similar to one of the rings he bought you all those months ago.

"y/n..."

"its okay tooru, we can meet later...you seem a bit busy."

she glares at you, now moving her grip to tooru's upper arm, "who is that, tooru?"

he pulls her hand off of him and starts to walk towards you, "y/n, listen i know it sounds so cliche but it isn't what-"

you hold a hand up to stop him, "its fine. you don't have to explain anything to me. i guess we'll talk later." you wave to him, your hands tightening around the plastic bags full of the treats for the two of you. ones you were hoping would be shared over a confession but will now be eaten by yourself with a heavy heart.

fourteen- a heavy heart

facts!

- this actually wasn't apart of my original plan, but i thought it made it kinda fun :D

- sofia raved about this restaurant the entire time you got ready

- sofia let y/n borrow the fancy hand cream too!

- oikawa facetimed his friends to help pick his outfit out and it took 2 hours and 5 pinterest boards

- y/n bought chocolate cake and strawberry cake because tooru spent 45 minutes on the phone telling how how those are superior flavors when mixed

- sofia is so heartbroken for y/n

- y/n is kind of unsure what happened but hearing a woman tell tooru she still loved him was too much for her to take

- the boys are currently blowing up oikawa's phone

- oikawa hasn't answered any messages, and its been about an hour since it happened

- i hope this chapter is okay, not a huge fan of how i wrote it buttt yk :P

- let me know what you think <33

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crying on this hill tonight over these two 😭😭😭

put a ring on it!

summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.

masterlist ll twelve ll thirteen ll fourteen

thirteen- wear black socks

facts!

- i had so many pictures for this chapter bc i liked them all so it took me forever to format :((

- the chapter starts about a week from the end of chapter twelve

- this is just a snippet of the past few months

- it was tooru's idea to do face masks! he bought a ton for y/n and he offered to be a tester for them

- sofia's parents bought the lotion for her in italy, it was incredibly expensive and they've only used it once; the night y/n and tooru got married

- y/n and tooru slept in sofia's bed because y/n's air conditioner broke, they wanted to leave before sofia came back but she got home early :P

- sofia is meeting with a creepy coworker who has bought her 3 personalized staplers in the past week

- this is the only time she has actually had plans during y/n and tooru’s dates, the other times, she just goes home to her parents

- y/n tried that dress on as a joke but sofia begged her to buy it bc it looked so great on y/n

- tooru couldnt stop complimenting y/n the entire night

- sofia asked if the shower needed to be bleached lmao

- it was y/n's idea to take the shower selfie!

- the mistake in tooru's text was an actual mistake i made but it fit so well hehehe

- tooru bought him and y/n a couple pairs of matching sock, he wants to give it to her as a little gift after his confession

- next chapter will be....fun :D

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screaming and crying, why can’t i have a love like this 😭🤚🏻

put a ring on it!

summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.

masterlist ll eleven ll twelve ll thirteen

twelve- very big very real crush

facts!

- it’s been about 2 weeks since the last chapter!

- sofia was supposed to be back last week but extended her stay because he mom wanted her to stay longer it’s actually because she wanted to give y/n and tooru space hehe

- iwa never participates in the jokes that hanamakki and matsukawa make in the groupchat

- y/n apologized for calling tooru a friend and he said “it’s a-okay” and then it was dead silent for 10 minutes

- both y/n and tooru are afraid of causing a rift because of “unwanted feelings”

- hanamakki has been dying to make a group chat without tooru and y/n and already had it planned out

- sofia is very perceptive and noticed the little things tooru did like buying y/n flowers and always checking up on her

- matsukawa spammed sofia with the 😏 emoji until she blocked him

- sofia joined the family joke to satisfy hanamakki and he loved it

- while they were talking in “parent trap‼️” tooru and y/n were eating dinner together

- these are a few of the instagram posts from the past 2 weeks!

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social media always spreading shit i swear 🙄🤚🏻 leave y/n and oik aLoNe

put a ring on it!

summary: your first trip to vegas was supposed to be a fun girls trip that included getting drunk, going to clubs, and even going home with a few strangers. however, that all comes to a halt when you lose your job, get wasted, end up in a strangers bed and now your married? with divorce off the table for a while, how do you two manage being exposed to the public? by continuing with a (now legal) fake marriage of course.

masterlist ll eight ll nine ll ten

nine- weird request tooru

facts!

- sofia is visiting her family in another town, so y/n is home alone for the week

- y/n thinks its inevitable to have feelings for oikawa so she hopes to get over it soon

- y/n finds it very weird that oikawa was concerned with people finding out the marriage happened

- he claimed its because it would cause them to be required to register the marriage in argentina but y/n didn't think that was all

- they both were at the cafe for 4 hours

- oikawa was at practice all morning and doesn’t have notifications on for any social media

- this all started because of the thread posted that oikawa might have gotten married in vegas

- the picture was taken outside of the chapel

- #whoismrsoikawa is still trending

- most tweets were nice but some were incredibly mean, and oikawa doesn't want y/n to see them

- oikawa named a movie y/n hadn't watched so he promised they would watch it together soon

- y/n isn't too active on social media

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YES YES YES ANOTHER CHAPTER WELL DONE 😩😩😩

03 ; for the history

for the history warnings: cursing/vulgar language, character development

FORMATTED FOR MOBILE, UNEDITED.

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The inside of the garage is a lot nicer than it looks on the outside. The walls are a smooth cream color, with bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling. A large workbench takes up the wall closest to where George got out of the car. The place as a whole is sizable enough to comfortably fit at least six cars, but it currently holds four.

On the far left is a car under a protective sheet, and if I wasn’t trying to recover from the fact that I was just suspended in the air on the run from the cops I would have tried to take a guess at what’s being hidden. Next to the mystery car is the car Dream was driving, propped up and looking like it was abandoned in the middle of a serious modification. Then comes the C6 with the blackened windows, a stark contrast against the dramatic flame decal on the hood of the vehicle. Finally comes George’s car, and I take a moment to scrutinize the metallic blue 404 on the spoiler.

He was certainly right- no way would Dream put that on anything of his. It definitely doesn’t match the black and white aesthetic he’s created.

“Like what you see?” George’s voice cuts into my thoughts, and I bring my attention back to him as he slides a black snapback over his hair, which has become significantly messy over the course of the ten minutes it took to get here.

Not that I noticed.

“I mean, yeah. Based on the exterior I thought it was gonna be a shithole in here, but I’m thoroughly impressed.”

He makes a face like he’s shocked by my response, yet pleased. “Alright, I’ll take that. Dream and Sapnap did most of this, but after I got recruited I was able to install the ceiling lights and get them all the tools they needed.”

He looks like he’s about to say more, but he stops himself, instead choosing to make his way across the garage to the staircase nearest to the covered car. For a minute, I wonder if anyone has ever walked in here and said something nice about it right off the bat.

Considering the fact that I only live on the other side of town and didn’t know about this place until now, I’m guessing that’s far from likely.

“You coming?”

“Yeah!”

—

The upstairs can only be described as a somewhat-fancy bachelor pad. Walking through the doorway between the garage and where I assume the Dream Team lives, I’m met with an adjoining kitchen and dining room. Directly to my right is a living area with a carpeted floor and a large TV, surrounded by multiple gaming systems. It looks like it’s well-kept, save for a bulking suitcase with one latch undone. George curses when he sees it.

“DREAM! How many times do I have to tell you to get your fucking money out of the living room?” He shouts into the hallway.

A door swings open and Dream exits what I assume is his room. “Dude, I was just- oh.”

“Hi.” I give him a small wave, and his eyes widen slightly.

“I’m sorry I ditched, I didn’t realize I pulled you so far from your car. I thought you’d be able to make it out on your own and I’m honestly used to just fending for myself.”

Wow, that went way better than I expected it to. “Well, George was there, so I’m good now.”

“Are you? Because you actually look like you’re about to be sick.” He observes.

“About that,” George cuts in, shoulder brushing mine as he steps closer to Dream, “I did it.”

That’s all it takes for Dream’s mouth to fall open. “You did- today? With her in the car?!”

Ah, so they’re talking about the bridge.

“Dude, the cops were on my ass and we were heading straight for it, I figured then was as good a time as any. Besides, nothing is fucked up and neither of us are hurt.” George gestures to himself and me. “See? Not a scratch.”

“I just can’t believe you got the balls to do that without me.” Dream starts laughing, a wheeze escaping from what sounds like the very bottom of his lungs.

“Shut up, it’s not that funny.” George demands.

“He’s such a pussy, he didn’t want to do it a week ago.” Dream shares with me, and I’d be lying if it didn’t force me to hold back giggles of my own. “Come on, I’m gonna get you ice cream. Unless you’re allergic or anything?”

I shake my head. “Not that I don’t appreciate this, but what exactly do I need ice cream for?”

“Oh, it’s just kind of become my thing. Whenever someone in the circuit gets chased by the cops for the first time I give them ice cream. Especially when they look as freaked out as you.” He explains casually, leading me into the kitchen.

“The money, Dream!” George calls after us.

“Clean it up yourself, dickhead!” Dream shouts back.

“Looks like it’s mine now, I guess.” It’s obvious that he’s talking to himself, but he says it loud enough for both of us to hear.

“I’ll get it back from him when he’s sleeping.” He rolls his eyes. “Motherfucker sleeps half his life away.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

“GOOD!”

Now I actually laugh, unable to hold back at this conversation that is not even that funny, but after levitating in a car at midnight, it’s easy enough for me to laugh.

“We’re just gonna stick with vanilla for now, but if you wanna tell me your favorite I can get some?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement.

“Okay Mr. Tough Competition, let’s see if you can handle my favorite flavor.” I joke, crossing my arms across my chest.

He raises his eyebrows at me, pausing mid-scoop. “Try me, helmet girl.”

I make a face at the nickname, earning a short wheeze. “Cookie dough. And don’t call me that, it’s a horrible name.”

“What else am I supposed to call you, then?”

“Anything but helmet girl. Thank you.” I say as he passes me the mug of ice cream.

“I’ll think about it then.”

“While you’re doing that, can I ask you something?” I ask, taking a bite of the cold dessert.

“Shoot.”

“How did you start this whole ice cream thing? You don’t give off the sweet, doting friend vibes in the street.”

“You’ve heard the term ‘putting on a mask’?” He replies, and I roll my eyes.

“Obviously, what’s the point of yours?”

“My competition can’t know about… this.” He wildly gestures between the two of us with one hand. “I’d be completely ridiculed. But anyway, I started doing it when Sapnap got chased for the first time. I’ve never seen him paler than he was that day, and I’ve known that little shit for like ten years now.”

“Sapnap is-”

“The third member of the team, yeah. Borderline black windows on the C6? That’s the tint job that got him banned from modifications. George heads all of Sapnap’s mods now since he fucked up so badly you can’t see out of the car. So now it’s collecting dust while he waits for George to get off his ass and fix it!” Dream shouts the end of his sentence in the direction of the living room, only to be met with George’s slender middle finger. “Can’t blame him for not wanting to do it, to be fair, Sapnap’s very particular about what he wants his car to look like.”

I hum in acknowledgement, scooping another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth that I nearly choke on when I hear a loud thud. Dream just shakes his head.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” George says cryptically, staying true to character as he walks past us with the case of money in his arms.

I’m about to call after him and ask what the fuck that’s supposed to mean when who I can only assume is Sapnap comes racing up the stairwell from the garage and through the doorway. His black hair is wild atop his head, and his face is slightly flushed.

Dream opens his mouth, presumably to greet him, but he doesn’t get the chance.

“Don’t even get me started, dude, because I know what happened at that race- hi George.” Sapnap cuts himself off to engage in a short handshake with George, who has reappeared from the hallway. “You almost got your ass handed to you by a rookie?! I didn’t stick around to get names but when was the last time you copped a near photo finish, man?”

“Tonight, obviously.” Dream makes a face at him as if to say “duh, you idiot”.

“The rookie’s right here, by the way.” George adds, nodding towards me.

I give Sapnap my name, stepping forward to shake his hand. He looks down at my hand, then back up at me slowly. “Shit, I wasn’t trying to make it sound like you’re completely oblivious to racing or anything, I mean-”

“You’re right though, I’m basically a basket case. Do you want to shake my hand? Or should I put it down because this is getting awkward.”

“Oh, yeah.” His handshake is firm, but his hands are ridiculously soft.

It checks out with Dream saying that he can’t do any modifications on his car anymore.

“You’re not a basket case, though, since you only just edged Dream out for first.” George points out, and Dream nods.

“I think that was just luck.” I shrug, feeling suddenly uncomfortable from his praise and getting a newfound interest in my half-finished ice cream mug.

“You get chased?” Sapnap says, catching onto my gaze.

“Yeah, I got the ice cream treatment.” Dream makes a face at this, so I continue. “George flew us over a raised bridge like a maniac, so I needed it.”

“He- you fucking what?!” Sapnap shouts, rounding on George.

“I know!” Dream exclaims, smacking Sapnap’s shoulder.

“Gogy… I can’t believe I’m learning secondhand that you discovered your balls!” Sapnap holds a hand to his chest dramatically, and George scoffs.

“Fuck you, Dream already beat you to making a balls joke.”

“If I can play Devil’s Advocate, he handled it very well. I mean, I know jack shit about the mechanics of it but both of us and the car are in one piece so that has to count for something, right?”

Dream and Sapnap both turn to face me after I speak. Dream appears to be surprised, while Sapnap looks amused. George shoots me a soft smile behind their backs that disappears instantly when they turn back to face the inside of the little circle we’ve created here in the kitchen.

“To be fair, Sapnap’s in no position to be making balls jokes when he can’t even find his own.” Dream has completely switched up now, an evil smirk playing on his lips as he takes the empty mug from me and puts it in the sink. “How’s the girl?”

“How many times do I have to tell you that there is no girl?” Sapnap protests, but his face is flushing deeper, and George starts giggling before he chimes in.

“Oh, come on, be honest in front of our guest. Tell her about the girl you’re infatuated with.”

“If it’s someone around the circuit, I have no idea who it is.” I add in an attempt to egg him on, because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested.

“Tell us, tell us, tell us, tell us-” Dream and George start chanting, and when I join in Sapnap holds up a hand.

“Alright, alright, but I’m only telling you this so you’ll shut the hell up about it.” He clears his throat. “A month or so ago, I won this race, right? First race of the season that I won, and I was told that I had to come back the next day for the money. All is fine and good until I meet the girl who’s giving it to me.”

“It was love at first sight.” Dream sighs, well, dreamily, throwing an arm around me and George.

“Dude, if you interrupt me-”

“Finish the story, come on.” George does just what Sapnap was saying, an impatient air about him, and a giggle slips out from between my lips.

Realizing he can’t win, Sapnap continues. “Anyway, she comes up to me with the money, and like always I ask if she can count it so I can make sure it’s the right amount. This is the first time someone has said no to me asking this, okay? So I’m confused as hell and I ask her why. She tells me that she watched my race and she got me the money, so I’ll just have to trust her. I’m not even thinking straight at this point because she’s so… well, y’know-”

“So beautiful that you risked a proper payout?” It’s my turn to have some fun with this, and it sends Dream and George into a fit of laughter.

George especially- his unadulterated laugh can only be best compared to hysterical shrieking, and it’s surprisingly infectious.

“That’s what I said, is it not?” George asks, and Dream nods, lifting his arm from my shoulders for a moment to wipe his eyes.

“I GET HOME,” Sapnap yells over his teammates, “and I’m wondering why the hell I even listened, why couldn’t she just count it for me? I got twenty thousand for this race, and when I open the case it’s all twenty dollar bills.”

“Two thousand of them.”

“Two thousand- George, shut up. Two thousand of them. I had to make these idiots help me, and Dream tapped out after counting one stack.”

“George is the math whiz, I was just holding him back.” Dream reasons. “Thank you for finally confessing to being a simp, now what happened tonight?”

“Well… nothing. I saw her, but just when I got up the courage to talk to her she left.” Sapnap says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“AHEM, pussy, sorry what happened?” Dream coughs obnoxiously.

“Suck my dick, Dream.”

—

I don’t leave until just before one in the morning, when Dream notices that I’ve apparently yawned “six times in the last two minutes”. He then gets into an argument with George about who’s taking me home, which George wins by saying, “I’m the one who traumatized her more”.

“Maybe don’t tell your dad about the whole bridge thing?” George says after he pulls out of the garage.

“Believe me, I wasn’t planning to.” I agree, adjusting myself slightly so I’m not crushing his jacket behind me. “I’ll probably save that one for the death bed.”

He lets out a breath that sounds like it was being held. “Good, good. You live close?”

“Yeah, just across town. Blue house on the right, you’ll know when you see it.”

He gives me a thumbs up with his left hand, leaning back into his seat. He looks much different than he did when we were racing away from the law, much more normal. Even so, the look doesn’t suit him. Somehow he looked more relaxed and in his element when he was facing prison time and defying gravity.

The short ride goes by in silence, but not the uncomfortable kind. He taps his fingers on the wheel rhythmically, like he’s singing a song in his head, and I’m just struggling to stay awake. Regardless of the fact that he saved me from being arrested, I think it’s a little too soon to be falling asleep and rendering myself completely vulnerable in his presence.

Thankfully, he’s a fast driver, and we’re rolling up to my driveway a little less than ten minutes later.

“You racing anymore this season?” He asks as I’m unbuckling my seatbelt.

“No, this was a one-time thing. My dad signed up for it before the accident and his team is basically gone so I stepped in for the cash.” I explain, stepping out of the car. “He’s gonna need to look for better cover than me.”

“Right, gotta keep up the reputation.” He has an edge to his voice, and I choose to ignore it for closing the door and leaning on the open window.

It’s far too early for me to engage with his mood swings, so I change the topic. “When am I getting the money?”

“Sometime tomorrow. Whoever was in charge of that race will get it to you.”

“Thanks. Not just for that.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, just nods, and now it’s awkward- we keep eye contact as he fixes the snapback on his head.

His hair fans out over his ears like it was styled professionally, and a few loose strands escape the confines of the hat to rest on his forehead, reaching for his dark eyes. The thought that he’s actually quite good looking briefly passes through my mind, and that’s when I decide it’s actually time for me to go.

“Alright. I’ll see you around.” I straighten up abruptly, not expecting nor waiting for an answer this time.

I get to my front door as he revs his engine, obnoxiously for one in the morning, but it catches my attention just in time for me to see his parting wave as he peels off into the early morning.

Somehow the noise didn’t wake Dad up, and the house is silent as I retreat to my bedroom. I’m in desperate need of a shower, but my mind is racing too much for me to get up once I’ve flopped onto my bed.

For the first time since Dad’s accident, I don’t hear the screams when I fall asleep. Instead, I hear Dream’s wheezing and George’s uncontained cackles.

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otr masterlist ; chapter two - chapter four

word count: 2,973

a note from yours truly-

YESSSS here’s chapter three!!!! i’m so happy i finally finished this and it came out better than i thought it would! i had so much fun introducing the entire dream team and i hope everyone who read this enjoyed it too!

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y/n : who hurt you ??

quackity : you want a list or what 😐

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george, breathes :

y/n :

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don’t touch me, omg i love george 😭

02 ; for the meeting

for the meeting warnings: cursing, running from the law, very illegal driving by george, probably the most unedited thing i’ve ever uploaded because i finished this at 4 am

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I was just behind the wheel, gas pedal practically shoved through the floor of my GT, and yet somehow I wasn’t going nearly as fast as he’s driving. Maybe it’s just off putting that I’m seated where the wheel of the car usually is- on the left side. But there is no wheel in front of me; I’m just the lucky passenger in one hell of a getaway car.

“So I take it you enjoy having close calls with the law.” The man driving breaks the silence, nearly startling me.

“What? No, I don’t.” I’m at a complete loss of words, unable to fully process my situation, so I spew out the first thing that comes to mind. “I have a job.”

For whatever reason, he finds this funny. “I have a job. Can’t tell you the last time I heard that and knew the person saying it was telling God’s honest truth.”

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quackity : yeah !! dude this is gonna be great

karl : or a disaster

quackity :

karl : but great ! positive thinking !

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y/n : the five boys who will absolutely ruin your life :

1. dream

2. that thing you do when you sleep

3. the one guy with the mask

4. the piss baby

5. george’s friend

y/n : dream if you’re reading this … bring my goldfish back

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dream : where is george?

y/n : yeah, i’ll do you one better. who is george?

quackity : i’ll do you one better. why is george?

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dream : there was one time when we were children, they transformed themself into a snake, and they know that i love snakes …

dream : so i went to pick up the snake to admire it, and they transformed back into themself and they were like, “yeah, it’s me!” and stabbed me. we were eight at the time.

y/n, smirking :

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𝘆/𝗻 : 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 . .

𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘇𝗮 , 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗒𝖾𝗌 , 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 - 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝗈 𝘞𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈

𝘆/𝗻 , 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 : 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌 . .

𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘇𝗮 , 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝘞𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈𝘈-

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don’t be shy… tell them about the soon to be dream smp chat crack posts too

𝗁𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 ( @sunasource ). 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌. 𝗂’𝗆 𝟣𝟫 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌!

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂’𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂, 𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈. 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

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𝗁𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 ( @sunasource ). 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾/𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗌. 𝗂’𝗆 𝟣𝟫 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌!

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂’𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗃𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗂, 𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈. 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.