#dreamwastaken college au

[the-cockroach-that-survived]

I have a DSMP AU called the TSH (The Sex Havers) AU. It’s a band and college AU that I have been working on since 2021 and do plan to make a side blog for eventually, but for right now, I’m comparing my old TSH!Dream design (based on how I saw Dream in my head) with a possible new TSH!Dream design based on what cc!Dream actually looks like !!

I haven’t decided which one I’m gonna use moving forward, but I am leaning towards the cc!Dream based one :33

[dnfao3tags]

Hello !! Do you have any fics where George and Dream meet at a college party? I am rather fond of those <3 <3 <3

here you go

college party aus

— kerosene to a flame by orphan_account (mat. | comp. | 5k)

“Okay, hear me out. This is gonna sound a little crazy, but, uh, I need you to be my boyfriend,” Clay says sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. George’s heart stops. How the hell does he respond to that?

— Dreaming of a Pretty Boy by arsenicarose (mat. | comp. | 4k)

George is pretty, Dream is a simp, and they play a flirty game together.

— All Spit and Spite by isntitcrazy (expl. | comp. | 13k)

At his annual Halloween party, Dream meets George—a pretty boy dressed as a baseball player that he can't wait to get his hands on.

— But It’s Better If You Do by gnftavi (expl. | comp. | 4k)

“You step out here, Clay, you’re dead!” The headband guy shouted from outside. The blond— Clay, George assumed— sighed and brought a hand to his face groaning. He steadied himself on his feet and turned to face the rest of the bathroom, and he locked eyes with George. “Sorry about that.” Clay said softly with a grimace.

[pom-hello]

at the end of every september

Beta-read by the lovely and incomparable @myriad-of-things! Go check out their fics :)

Summary (excerpt included below):

In March, George falls in love, drenched in flinty sunlight and clear, cold air; in the waned warmth at the end of September, he tries to come to terms with it.

It’s not something he can do alone, he finds, especially when his head is aching, he can’t get warm no matter what he does, and he just needs someone there.

Link: AO3

Status: 1/1 chapter up; complete

Pairings/characters: DreamNotFound

Word count: 6504 (lol that's more than 10 Common Apps)

Genre and rating: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst

Excerpt:

“Hello? Hey, George, you okay?” Dream’s voice is quiet; speakerphone is off. Even so, George feels a pang at the concern in his voice, laid out so plainly. So honestly.

George swallows hard and holds the phone up to his ear. Something nameless swims in the pit of his stomach, and it’s making his hands shake. Drying up the words on his tongue.

“Yeah,” he finally manages. “I…”

“Hold on, you don’t sound okay. Are you sick?” Dream asks. There is something like the sound of wind in the background, beneath his words.

“Think I’m”—he clears his throat violently—“coming down with something.” A pause. “You…shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t? Shouldn’t what?”

“Shouldn’t come here. Shouldn’t be here.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t wanna give it to you.”

Silence on the other end of the line. Then Dream laughs lightly.

“I don’t care about that,” he says, like it is a foregone conclusion. “You know my immune system is stacked. I haven’t been sick since high school.”

“It’s too far,” George protests weakly. “Too much trouble.”

More of that light laugh. “Too much trouble? Not for you. Never for you. George, do you want me to be there?”

[londonisacountry]

Rushing~ dream x reader

Art: quinnsreverie (pintrest)

Summary: college au, Y/N typically stays in their dorm and studies, but not tonight. Will playing truth or dare with their friends spice things up?

Word Count: 1233

Tags: college au, drinking, provacative language

Note: "Adei" is pronounced like "Addi"

Please enjoy! ‐>

Your Pov

"I can't believe you dragged me to this stupid party, I mean, come one. Me, at a party? Adeline, are you crazy?!" I whispered to my best friend. She convinced me to go out with her tonight because the guy she likes is supposed to be here. I am a sophomore at the University of Orlando in Florida and have managed to skip every party since school started. I don't drink, and since I may or may not have overwhelmed myself with classes this year, partying isn't a priority for me. We walk inside and are immediately assaulted by the smell of sweat, alcohol, and pot. I scrunch my nose and Adei leads me through the house into the living room.

"Adei! You managed to get the home body outside, what a miracle!" Levi yelled, waving us over.

"Yeah yeah Levi, I only came to be the two of you's  wingman because without me neither of you would get as much dick as you do." I tease. Levi throws his hands over his heart as if he was hurt.

"Don't listen to him," Jared interrupted, "we were all about to play truth or dare, you two should join us." he offered. Adei nodded and Jared led us further in the room to where a group of people were sitting in a circle. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was sitting there: Dream. He is a year ahead of Adei and I in school, and I have had a crush on him since I started here. Trying to keep my cool, I sat down between Aedi and Levi. Levi and Dream are in most of the same classes, so they are pretty good friends.

"Levi, glad you could make it man." Dream greeted, leaning across the circle and dapping him up. He then turned to me,

"Y/n." he said, making eye contact with me before sitting back down.

"Alri-hi-hight!"Sapnap, Dream's friend, yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Who wants to go first?"

Some blond girl volunteered, and I wasn't asked until it was Sapnap's turn.

"Truth or dare y/n?" He smirked. I felt slightly panicky, but managed to answer,

"Truth."

"Are you single?" He had to ask.

"Yes I am."

"Why?"

"Hey," I scolded, "you only get one question."

"Fine. George it's your turn."

George took his turn, and after a few people went, It was my turn. I dared Levi to go kiss someone. We went around the circle again, but this time I was asked a few times. I was dared to take my shoes off, and then dared to hold toes with George for a round. Then, Dream asked me,

"Truth or dare y/n?" My name sounds so amazing coming from his lips.

"Truth." I gulped, starting to feel flustered.

"Why are you single?"

"I um, I was rushing. I met the wrong person." I replied, looking at my lap, twirling my thumbs. Thankfully it was dark in the room, I know my face is beet red.

After a few more rounds Levi was shirtless, George swapped shoes with Adeline, and most of the people had stopped playing. It was Me, Adei, Levi, Dream, Sapnap, and George left.

"Truth or dare Levi?" Adei said.

"Truth."

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?"

Dream Pov

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?" Adei asked.

"Probably Dream. He looks like he has experience." I smirked when I heard a bunch of 'oohs' from the group, but underneath them all, I heard a whisper

"I would test that." I followed the voice only to find it came from y/n's lips, this made me smirk even more. Next it was y/n's turn.

Your Pov

"George, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth."

"Why are you single?"

"The girl I like is gay." he deadpanned, my heart twanged for him. Everyone went around, until it was Dream's turn.

"Y/n." He paused, almost as if he was unsure of himself, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Out of everyone here, who would you consider to be the right person?"

I froze. There is no way I can answer that. Just as I was about to answer, Adei spoke up;

"Actually Dream, thanks for the invite, but I think we are done for the night." She said, giving him a 'so fake you don't know its fake' smile. She stood up, helped me off the floor, and headed towards the exit. Once we got out of sight she pulled me into a hallway;

"I have to use the bathroom before we leave, stay here." she said, disappearing into one of the many doors in the hallway. I leaned up against the wall, taking my phone out of my pocket. Before I even unlocked it I felt someone brush against my shoulder, leaning against the wall next to me. I looked over, and to my surprise, Dream was standing there.

"What happened to your shirt?"

"Your friend Levi dared me to take it off as soon as you left."

"Okay, why'd you leave?"

"Irrelevant." He said, adjusting himself so that he was in front of me. He put one hand beside my head, and used the other to tilt my chin up to look at him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" he whispered, his voice quiet, barely loud enough for me to hear. I felt my face flush and tried to look down, but his hand held my face firm. He backed up slightly before continuing;

"Did you mean it when you said you want to kiss me?" his gaze pierced right through me, and before I could answer, Adeline came back.

"If you mean it meet me by the oak outside the Fictional Writing building at one." he said, before hurrying away.

I was just catching my breath when Adei met back with me, "Hey, are you ready?" she asked, I just nodded. Neither of us had drank so she drove us home. When we got there it was just past midnight. Adei and I got ready for bed, and before I knew it I had 15 minutes to get to the tree after Adei had fallen asleep. I hurry and put some shoes on and rushed down stairs and to the walkway. I walk across campus and make it at 1:02, when I see Dream start to walk away. 

"Dream!" I whisper yell, chasing after him. He turns around and I can see the smile on his face.

"Y/n." he grinned.

"You really need to stop saying that." I chuckle.

"What ? It's just your name."

"Well if you keep saying it like that I might actually kiss you."

At this he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a kiss on my knuckles before hesitating. "Did you walk all the way here?" he paused, looking down at me. I just nodded my head.

"You should really be more responsible y/n, you could catch a cold." he scolded, sliding the jacket he was wearing off his broad shoulders, putting it around mine, and taking my hands in his. He could hold my hand in the entirety of his.

"I'm fine, really. It's not that cold." I protest.

"Y/n, you are shivering, besides how would you know if I was a good kisser if when I kiss you your lips are numb?" he teased.

"Well we could always try it..." I mumbled.

"Well now sweetheart, don't get to far ahead of yourself. At least let me take you on a real date first."

"Why me?"

"It's simple sweetheart, I like you."

[msmoonbeam]

Hi guys as promised I UPDATED MY FIC AFTER WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!!! I made a promise that I will finish this freaking fic so I will do it! Anyway if anyone been waiting or remembers this is my dnf college hockey au fic and I think it’s so fun and cute so please read it especially if you love hockey like me :)

[tinystarstay]

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jay or star! | 20 years old [12//07] | pronouns: she//her [doesn't mind they//them] | unlabled, demisexual [questioning pansexual and demiromantic] | latina [ecuadorian dominican]

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infj-t | saggitarius [sun], capricorn [moon] and capricorn [rising] | a gryffindor!! hopless romantic hidden under an anti-romantic | night owl vibes!! favorite trope: enemies to lovers is an illustration major with a minor in computer science

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ likes: collecting things, gothic literature, reading, writing, drawing, ink, pens, notebooks, sketchbooks, kpop, coffee [iced and hot], tea [iced and hot], books, cafes, disney movies, gore, horror [movies, literature, etc.], enemies to loves [my beloved, yes it has to be mentioned twice], dsmp, twitch, vtubers, most music, frogs, bears, raccoons, mice, horses, silver, jewlery, summer, kdramas [trying to get into more], true crime, soulmates, college aus, anime, oversized hoodies, comfy clothes, strawberries, sweets, blueberries, watermelons, chocolate, morally grey characters, [my beloveds &lt;3], villains [marry me please~], bats, snakes, spiders

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ dislikes: the cold, sitting still, sleeping early [hate the process of falling asleep], napping, not being productive, waking up early [i am not a morning person-]

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ music i listen to:

kpop: bts, stray kids, ateez, enhypen, nct, txt, seventeen, e'last, onlyoneof, the rose, golden child, big bang, monsta x, got7, block b, pentagon, e'dawn, wonho, dpr ian [still don't know if he's kpop-], p1harmony, xdinary heroes, victon, exo, many many more... jrock: unite, aicle, the gazette, pentagon, mejibray, lycaon//initial l, codomo dragon, born, razor broadway: hamilton, six, heathers, dear evan hansen, wicked, in the heights, sweeny todd, hadestown, beetlejuice other: glass animals, lovejoy, black veil brides, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, imagine, dragons, korn, nine inch nails, mother mother, maneskin, sub urban, glaive, vocaloid i listen to wayyyy too much music, i swear this isn't all of it- saw wicked in: 2019 [hs sophmore], beetlejuice on: december 2019 [hs junior], stray kids on: 6.29.22, ateez on: 11.28.22, taylor swift on: 5.14.23

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ streamers//youtubers i like:

wilbur soot, tubbo, ranboolive, tommyinnit, karl jacobs, georgenotfound, dreamwastaken, most of the dsmp members, markiplier, jacksepticeye, mysta rias, vox akuma, ike eveland, most of the nijisanji vtubers, gura gawr, hakos baelz, most hololive//holostars vtubers

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resident evil series, omori, twisted wonderland, obey me!, a3!, mystic messenger, uta no prince sama, the arcana, colorful stage, rhythm hive, bts world, dark wood, minecraft

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ books i like:

love & gelato, caraval series, 6 of crows, shadow & bone series, scythe series, red queen, night vale books [the podcast is so amazing], gallant, and so many more books...i have like a tub full of them-

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ anime i like:

toilet bound hanako kun, spy x family, your lie in april, black butler, hunter x hunter, komi can't communicate, assassination classrrom, HAIKYU, blue period, the devil's a partimer, uta no prince sama, attack on titan, kamigami no asobi, deadman wonderland, many many more i can't remember off the top of my head...

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I posted 31,129 times in 2022

That's 20,516 more posts than 2021!

779 posts created (3%)

30,350 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yellumina

@alien-girl-21

@blaze--boy

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I tagged 2,310 of my posts in 2022

#lo's stuff - 507 posts

#dsmp - 124 posts

#dreamwastaken - 86 posts

#my art - 78 posts

#mcyt - 73 posts

#cornered au - 54 posts

#quackity - 38 posts

#c!dream - 38 posts

#liveblogging - 35 posts

#check (change of game) - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#gets smoother at knowing when to use one mask or the other to use his words to pave the way people thought much like he used to back at “hom

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

for @baka-monarch ‘s prompt of a pack of simps, part of it is under the cut bc it’s long

There was something about Dream that called to people. Whether it was his sunny personality, his loud, optimistic approach to life, the way he was always willing to stand up for his friends and help out wherever he was needed- it made people flock to him. The fact that he had gorgeous green eyes full of life, cute freckles and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of was also probably a factor.

The one fact that made his friends despair, however, was that despite his quick wit and occasional hilarious yet dirty jokes, that man wouldn’t know how to spot someone being attracted to him in a serious way if it slapped him with a sign saying “hey, i think you’re hot and smart and fun, we should date”. Which had basically happened, given that more than once one of his- self described- “pack of simps” had said those words or even more and had still been met with… nothing. Just Dream thinking it was a joke. Again.

This was not an isolated incident for them.

It had started, as a lot of these things did, with a childhood crush. Sapnap had always seen Dream as his best friend ever, and it had not taken much time at all for those feelings to turn into something more. And that something… never turned to anything. At first, Sapnap had kept those feelings locked up, deep inside of him, a little scared that he’d run his best friend off. As the years passed, and both of them grew up, and he witnessed exactly how his best friend handled love confessions, he realized it was, maybe, a little pointless to hide it. At this point, no matter how often Sapnap made a not-so-joke about them banging, or dating, or living together, or literally getting married, it seemed like Dream would just let it pass him by. Which, honestly, kind of worked out for him pretty well. Yes, his best friend never got his hints, but on the other hand he could stare at him (and check him out) as often as he wanted and not be told off or anything, so. He’d take his wins where he could get them.

Then, there was George. The man had moved to America from England back in Dream’s second year of highschool, and it became increasingly obvious that Dream felt something for him from pretty much the get-go. Blushing, flirting (a little badly, but that was teenage boys for you), always wanting to hang out with him. Sapnap had been jealous as hell- and then he’d met George. 

The guy was equally as head-over-heels as him, and he still didn’t know it yet. Sapnap’s jealousy had abruptly vanished, and he’d debated telling George something about how maybe he should ask himself why he was always blushing, give him a hint or two. Then George beat him at Mario Kart and the decision to leave him to figure it out himself was clearly the only good choice to make. Fair was fair, and all that.

Of course, it kind of came back to bite him in the ass when George woke him up with a call at three in the morning about how he couldn’t be in love with Dream, oh my god, Sapnap stop laughing-

And then there were two. They sat together more often, bickering and laughing and also occasionally just loudly sighing about how their best friend was hot as fuck and apparently, kind of dumb emotionally.

Then highschool turned to college, and there were three and four.

Punz had gone to their same highschool, but aside from sharing a single class and sometimes detention, they’d never interacted; except for, apparently, Dream’s secret sign-up for fighting classes. Apparently, they’d both ended up in the same class, and as competitive as they both were they’d enjoyed having someone to fight against with the same type of passion. Fighting in class had led to training together, had led to sometimes sparring alone and well, once you had someone pinned or got pinned by someone to the floor enough times, it got a little easier to see that you thought the other guy was insanely hot. At least, for Punz. He’d taken a minute or two to consider his feelings, and then immediately launched himself into flirting with Dream. Not that it was that much of a difference with the sort of things he’d been saying before he’d realized, which in hindsight explained why their fighting instructor sometimes referred to them as ‘Lovebirds’.

Okay, so maybe Punz hadn’t been subtle at all, ever. But that just made it worse when, despite Dream blushing and sometimes flirting back at him, any actual attempts at anything were just ignored. He’d met Sapnap after he’d been by to pick Dream up, and apparently just the sight of him was enough for the other man to include him into their little pining club on the spot.

On the other hand, Fundy’s thing had been a bit more of a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ type thing, because the man had seen Dream after meeting him at the flower shop he worked at and then immediatly fallen stupid in love. Nobody could really judge him, but they did rib him hard anytime someone mentioned love at first sight, because for Fundy all it had taken was a single talk, a flower, and a smile, and he was part of the club. 

So there they were. Four single, hopelessly pining idiots, all of them madly in love with the same man, all of them trying their best for that man to fucking notice. It got so bad that Sapnap had officially declared them as ‘a pack of simps’, the name partly brought on by the constant furry jokes at Fundy’s expense. Sometimes they met up to brainstorm a way to confess, but a lot of the time it was just them, hanging out, joking and playing games and only sometimes bragging about something Dream had done with them (George was almost always on top of their unofficial list of brags, but the time that Dream had made Sapnap pancakes while shirtless had made more than one of them green with envy).

And of course, in the end, it all came to head with a couple of simple events, no plans, no elaborate confessions, nothing. When they’d recounted it all later, it was almost painful to see how stupid it was. 

Fact number one: All of them were loud people. They yelled a lot, they liked to say stuff that most people would probably blush with shame and hide away. They’d discussed, quite frankly, a lot of things that would’ve made old grannies have a heart attack. One of those topics tended to be Dream, because the title of simps had indeed not come out of nowhere, and they were all healthy, sometimes horny people with a crush the size of Russia on a man that wasn’t only hot, but regularly drove them crazy.

Fact number two: Up until Karl had offhandedly mentioned it to him one day, Dream had had no idea polyamory was even a thing.

Fact number three: One of Dream’s lectures had canceled unexpectedly, and he’d started heading back to his place before deciding to swing by Punz’s, just because. 

Fact number four: The ‘pack of simps’ had been meeting at Punz’s loft before planning to go meet up with Dream after his lecture ended, intending to go out for the night somewhere.

Fact number five: Dream had, apparently, been attracted to all of them right back. Maybe not from the very start, but almost. 

Fact number six: Apparently, a more apt title for all of them would have been ‘a bunch of dumbasses’, but they quite happily accepted ‘polycule’ instead.

66 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#4

sometimes i wish i could mail people their dtiys, but a picture shall have to do; here's @vioarry 's!

81 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

“arts and science are inherently tied but different” blah blah LISTEN TO ME. linguistics is like maths except the numbers are constantly evolving and also hate you personally

89 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#2

oh, here's my sketchbook's cover and back, since i was done with it i thought "might as well"

104 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

here’s a little something i started yesterday

c!dream gets deaged- but instead of being an immortal, like the cornelius fic, or a kid, he’s a teenager; specifically, manhunt!dream.

He gets a potion thrown at him by fundy during- actually. He gets deaged during the disc war finale, in the moment he starts chasing tubbo once everyone’s there. Fundy panics and throws the first thing he had in his inventory, an experimental potion he had to bring along because it was too unstable to leave alone. 

The potion shatters against Dream’s side, in a loud crash that seems to resonate in the hall of attachments, and normally it’d be forgotten with the threat of the man himself against them, but his immediate scream catches their attention. 

Dream drops his shield, using his free hand to clutch at his face under the mask, seemingly in pain. The weapon in his other hand seems almost forgotten, too focused on whatever the potion had done.

Sapnap doesn’t lower his axe, not when he’s not sure what’s truth and what’s lie with the man in front of him anymore, but there’s hesitation in his movements when he takes a step forward. 

Dream doesn’t move. Doesn’t react at all. Not to bring his own axe up, not to pick up the shield. 

Then the clang of armor moving reaches him, and he snaps his head up, flinching back from his position as he looks around.

The movement knocks his mask askew, and he doesn’t seem to care.

But Sapnap, in front of him, seeing not the face of the man he knows but instead the face of a long-forgotten past, cares. He cares a hell of a lot.

“What? Wh- where…” He knows he shouldn’t flinch, but the trying-to-sound deeper voice of his once-friend brings out that part of him, the part that remembers being fourteen and mad and hungry and looking for cash, and it scares him. It can’t be. It shouldn’t be possible.

The person in front of him doesn’t pass for 21. He doesn’t even pass for overage. 

He looks fifteen, young and scared and trying not to show any of it as he bares his teeth at them like a feral thing, clutching the axe like a lifeline, like it’s the only thing between him and certain death, his suddenly just a little too big armor looking off on his frame.

This isn’t the man that committed the atrocities that they’re here for. This is the teenager that’s been hunted for longer than most people could ever try and escape for. Sapnap knows those eyes, he knows the prey drive that dwells behind them, and he knows how a cornered prey like that reacts, one that’s learned that there’s no use in pleading for mercy.

Dream reacts exactly like he’s been taught to.

He runs.

(edit: this fic is now on ao3, and is on its fourth chapter!)

255 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

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[lovetorn]

couple's costume [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Fem!Reader

summary: u and dream go as ron and or hermione for halloween

w/c: 0.5k+

warnings: none

a/n: halloween is here!!! here is a cute little blurb about going in a couples costume w r!dream :)

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“Hey, Y/n?” Dream’s voice drifts through the apartment, and you slide one side of your headphones over your ear.

“Yeah?” You’re focused on this final paper for one of your classes and don’t really pay attention to what Dream’s saying until you hear the word ‘couple’. “What?”

The blonde pops his head into your room with a look on his face like he’s waiting for an answer. “Couple costume?” Dream asks again. You shake your head in disbelief.

“What? For what?” Your heart is racing far more quickly than it should be and you start to get worried when you can hear your heartbeat over the music that’s flowing through your headphones.

Dream rolled his eyes, a boyish grin on his lips as he steps into your room. “Halloween? I think we should go together, in matching costumes.”

Your lips part and you nod slightly, still surprised by his words. “Uh, yeah, totally, what costumes are you thinking?” You take your headphones off completely and place them on your desk.

Your roommate plops himself on the edge of your bed and faces you. He shrugs before he answers. “Shaggy and Velma, Ron and Hermione, Pam and Jim, Joe and Laurie, any other ideas?”

His response shocks you, to say the least. They’re all friends-to-lov— “I thought you meant like, I don’t know, Sponge-bob and Patrick, M&Ms, peanut butter and jelly, not like actual couples.”

Dream’s eyes widen in alarm and his cheeks glow a bright red, and then he’s standing up again. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know, I—I just assumed that that’s what a couples costume was,” He rubs the back of his neck and you can’t help but glance at his bicep and the way his t-shirt stains around the muscle.

“Dream, it’s fine. We could go as like Hermione and Ron? That would be so cute,” You smile softly at him and turn back to your laptop, pulling up a new tab. “We could wear like actual robes and have wands and stuff, it’ll be so fun!” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dream nod and noticeably relax.

—

You could almost squeal in excitement as you take in your costume in the mirror. It’s perfect. “Dream?” You yell. “Are you nearly ready?”

You walk out of your room and make your way to his, standing next to his bedroom door. You check the time on your phone and roll your eyes. Guess you’ll be fashionably late.

Then, his bedroom door swings open and you burst out laughing. “You look amazing!” You say between laughs. As Dream was supposed to be Ron, he used orange hairspray to get the classic Weasley look. And boy, did it work.

A grin breaks out across Dream’s face and he laughs along with you. “It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” He giggles, running a hand over his now-orange hair.

His Gryffindor robes swish around and you nod before reaching up to brush a stray strand from his eyes. “Well, come on then, Mr Weasley, let’s get to this party.” You wrap your hand around his elbow and grab your wands from the counter, handing one to Dream.

Dream smirks and acknowledges your teased hair. “It would be my pleasure, Miss Granger.”

[kailjoi]

new dream ref for the college au!! i'm back on it, babeyy

[cvnicalmnm]

Louder (Dream x Female! Reader)

Warning: Slight degradation, ooc because plot, suggestive, college au, both are streamers but try to hide it, use of real names

Of course he had to be your partner, because what else would the universe have for entertainment? It obviously needs some drama, as it constantly stirs up the stewing and brewing tension between you and Dream. "Hey, could you pay attention at least a little? I know you don't like me, but I won't let your attitude get in the way of my GPA." ah yes, what's that phrase again? Speak of the devil and he'll appear? It's definitely true, though it seems my thoughts are enough to bring the torturous breaths of the man in front of me. I let out a small sigh before sitting down on the stool in the lab area of our classroom. "Well, let's get on with it then." I paused for a small second and then quickly turned my head towards the male. "Wait, I do not have an attitude. I simply reciprocate the energy I receive. It's not my fault you've got such horrible vibes that it appears as my own." Dream scoffed as he huffed into his seat next to me. Compared to me as well as the desk, he looked like a grown man playing with a child and her toys. This led to me pondering what kind of father he would be to children.

"Hey, I told you to pay attention. God....I can't deal with this right now.." I just shrugged and got my computer out of its bag. The bag was filled with my streaming logo and was very obviously merch. I heard a quiet chuckle from beside me and immediately followed the source. "What's so funny, pretty boy? You act like you don't constantly tote around every single item of Dream merch." This caused the blond to scoff and instantly put a damper on his mood, evident from his lack of a smile. Seeing the decrease in energy, mine was increased, almost like I drained his own. Filled with an odd giddiness, I pull up Microsoft Word to begin typing our project outline. "Alright so I'm gonna get this doc set up for our outline so we can put our info and stuff into it. I'll go ahead and send it to-" A ding from my computer was heard as I saw a notification pop up in the lower right hand corner. 'Clay Johnson has sent you an email. (1 file attachment)' I look at the blond beside me and grunt. "I was in the middle of talking and creating a professional work space. You probably put it together in seconds just so you could have ownership of the doc." I open the email with the subject being, 'Get better sweetheart <;3' and click on the attachment. "Sweetheart? Really? That's the best you've got Clay?" My snarky attitude is cut short and replaced with shock when the document loads, revealing a beautiful presentation on Microsoft Word. "When did you-how-" "You and the professor talk a lot, and I'm excellent with my fingers." He chuckled to himself as my cheeks flushed and progressed along with my annoyed groan. "Come on, your dumbass can code a better response than that." Dream began his stereotypical wheeze and cackle combo, stopping abruptly by my palm over his lips. "Dear God, shut the hell up Clay. We're getting stares from the professor and as you said, you won't let my attitude ruin your GPA. Therefore, shut the fuck up." He continued to chuckle from behind my hand, his breaths hitting and tickling me. 

     I let out a frustrated whine as my friend's laughter could be heard from my headset. "He isn't that bad, I think you're just irritable." As my other friends agreed, I cut them off. "Oh, Karl hangs around rich men and suddenly starts saying big words." This left two of the men in the call cackling as Karl sulked. "You're being mean for no reason, I think James and Robert are rubbing off on you." I sighed and rubbed my temples as I heard my email notification pop up again. 'Clay Johnson has sent you an email.' "Ugh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear I guess. Why does the universe just enjoy torturing me?" After hearing this, the three boys perked up and began talking over one another. "Ooh tell us what your boyfriend said!" "Let us hear come oooon." "Guys stop he's not her boyfriend, he's her soulmate." A soft grunt of annoyance could be heard from me as I opened the email. 

'Hey Ms. Brat, 

we've gotta get that work started and we don't have time to work on it in class until Friday. Here's my number. Call whenever you're done having an orgy with the football team. ;p

                                                                                                                              From Your Favorite Genius,

                                                                                                                                                            Clay Johnson'

"Sounds like he's got either a massive one on him, or he's compensating." The call erupted into hysterics full of cackles, giggles, and hitched breaths trying to breathe. "I'm gonna say it's probably the latter, Rob." The three gave each other a look before all leaving the call. "What the hell? They all just left. Oh well, guess I should go ahead and call this asshole. No reason to let my grades suffer over an egotistical dick."

[nightcreepsin]

I live for your dnf fic recommendations so I wanted to ask if you could recommend great dnf College ones? I love to read those!

ahh i’m so glad you enjoy them and yes i have many college recs

various ratings so make sure to read tags!

work of art by not4typicalwriter - dream is desperate for a model for his project that’s due in 19 hours, and george wouldn’t say no to 50 dollars and chic-fil-a.

moment’s silence by cleopatras - george and dream are ta’s for the same professor and the students have picked up on something the pair haven’t. 

hug all ur friends by heyobsessions - sapnap introduces dream to his ta and watches him fall in love.

so call it what you want by mushroomcow69 - george and dream have hidden their relationship through 4 years of college, surely a senior trip won’t change anything.

i can’t tell what you’re thinking (please tell me what you’re thinking) by jungkooksfic - dream can read minds, so falling in love has been off the table for him. until he meets a barista and can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

campus by lightNS - dream can’t get enough of the pretty boy he keeps seeing around campus. sapnap has enough.

all i see is blood red by anonymous - george is jealous, and dream makes up for it.

escapism by purplesunsets - this is a wip and tbh its fairly dark so far but i’m enjoying it. george is dream’s ta, and even if the other is toxic, george just can’t get enough. 

happy reading!

(side note I realized I didn't have anon asks on so I turned them on if ppl are scared to ask for recs idk I know I only ever send asks on anon. pls don't send hate I'm sensitive lol)

[dnfao3tags]

i think acts of love by overthejune fits the jock!dream x nerd!george tag

here you go anon!

— Acts Of Love by overthejune (teen | comp. | 62k)

Everyone loves Clay... everyone, that is, except for the sarcastic, edgy guy in the third row of Clay's English Language class. Clay has always enjoyed a challenge, but he never thought that it would be so hard to get someone to notice him. George has always enjoyed staying away from people like Clay, but he never thought that it would be so hard to ignore him. It will be quite a battle of the wills (or pills), and it will change their lives forever.

[haiyouchashaobao]

Part 2 :3

Part 1

[tiniinbookland]

i did the thing and wrote again, wohoo

Dream being an idiot, George struggling, Karlnapity being amused, College/University AU, fluff and humour | 10.9k words

wooooo I'll be happy about commentssss

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

request:

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests rn lol but I was wondering if you can write a clay imagine? It can be smut or anything lol

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, calling dream clay, cliche apocalypse au, blood, kinda sad ngl

word count: ~3000

links: ao3

a/n: Hi everyone. I have no idea what this is, but if you like it let me know! I was struggling with coming up with something for dream but here we are on a crackpot tangent. N E WAY, thank you for all your support and requests! Have a great week and happy reading ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

Soapy bubbles clung to your arms as you pressed your hands into the hot water, sighing as you reached the bottom of the sink. You didn’t care about the murky discoloration of the water from the stack of dishes you had just polished off. You attempted to let the stress of your day roll off your shoulders to mix into that same water. Call it a baptism, but the solace you got standing before the sink, pouring your emotions into the dark, louring water was comparable to nothing. The radio buzzed with slight static as the station attempted to break through the heavy interference.

That was until three long pulses echoed over the station, making your skin crawl as if an unseen force were intruding on your alone time. You stood up straighter, water dripping down your arms and splashing on the linoleum floor beneath you as you listened to the grizzled news broadcaster read from an obviously unedited announcement. The world outside of your apartment seemed to still, silence echoing through the streets where shrilling sirens lived only moments before.

“Breaking news… NASA has just verified that the mystery asteroid is, in fact, in danger of crashing into the Earth… As of this moment-” His voice cut out, your radio buzzing into static. In a panicked effort, you vaulted across your kitchen, slipping on the dishwater in the process as you tumbled to the ground. Before the pain could set in, you climbed to your feet, smacking your hand atop of the radio. It finally crackled back to life as you twisted at the dials feverishly. “... three days. To repeat, there is a countdown on the NASA website… take shelter when the time nears.”

Your ears rang alongside the three pulses to indicate the message was over. You were in denial, figuring there was no way this asteroid was actually going to obliterate the Earth. Surely, it was a joke. Everyone had been making memes of the space rock since it was picked up on NASA’s radar a month prior. Surely, this was just a test.

You waited for the city to come back to life, but everything remained still. After everything you’d all been through in the last year, an asteroid was going to be the end.

A sharp and urgent knock hammered against your door, making you jump a few feet in the air. Before you could move to see who it was, the person was already through the threshold. You peered around the corner of the kitchen and down the hall, your gaze meeting a pair of dark green irises. Clay’s towering figure stalked toward you, his eyes brimming with tears and panic. He pulled you into his embrace rather hurriedly, as if he’d been itching to wrap around you before he broke down.

The hint of cologne clouding the air around the two of you suggested that he was on his way out. As your hands followed their muscle memory to grip onto his clothes, he dug his face into the crook of your neck. It was becoming clear that even if you weren’t responding to your best friend’s need, he was going to take it from you.

He pulled away from you slightly. Your mind had gone completely silent as he looked at you, his attention struggling to focus on one part of your face. Your body felt numb and your tongue had gone dry. His gaze traveled towards the ground and he stepped back slightly, worry spreading across his features as he clamped his hand around your forearm.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” His voice cracked slightly as he dug into the drawer beside you to find a towel. You furrowed your brows before finally catching sight of the blood seeping from your arm and between his fingers. His hand was large enough that it nearly served as its own bandage.

He tugged you behind him towards your bathroom. “I fell…” You mumbled, your mind now racing with questions. Why couldn’t you feel the cut? Or his hands? He pushed you upwards to sit on the bathroom counter, his crimson hands shaking slightly as he rinsed them off. Your fingers tightened around the towel holding your wound together. As he focused on the task before him, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He rolled his head on his shoulders and took a deep breath to steady himself as fished through your First Aid kit.

“I was on my way to Nick’s and I heard the news. I’m…” He brought his arm up slightly to brush away a few tears against his shoulder. He pulled open a package with his teeth. You watched him carefully as he worked to clean you up. His blond locks hung over his eyes, curling around his ears and twisting about as he focused and you could almost hear his mother’s voice telling him he needed a haircut.

Your chest ached. “Clay, I think I’m having some kind of a breakdown,” you mumbled, your own eyes prickling with tears as he looked up at you quickly. Usually, you were the one that kept it together. It had been like that since the two of you were teenagers. Despite the fact that Clay’s tall, muscular stature gave off the appearance of an intimidating being. In actuality he always let his emotions get the best of him, leaving you in charge of being the rational one.

But as he patched up your arm and struggled not to fall apart, the reality was settling in to weigh heavily on your shoulders.

He began to talk softly to you---much like you usually did for him---making sure his touches were delicate and slow. While his hands were coarse from years of football and building decks with his dad in the summers when the two of you were younger, they were so tender when dealing with you. He cradled you as if you would break at the slightest flex of his finger.

“Why didn’t you just go to Nick’s?” You asked him once he’d finished bandaging your arm and had begun rewashing his hands. The scarlet water in the sink looked almost surreal after you’d been staring so long at the caliginous dishwater. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink, his eyes flashing up to look at himself in the mirror before chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Your hand traveled up his arm, his skin warm beneath your touch as you tugged on his bicep to bring him closer to you. He moved to wrap you in his embrace once again, his breath melding into your hair as his fingers closed around the fabric of your shirt. “I’d rather spend the end of the world with you,” he barely whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder softly.

You pulled away from him gently, his forehead moving to rest against your own. One of his hands moved to brush into your hair, his fingers finding purchase against your neck. The familiar smell of smoky vanilla and sage seeped into your mind at his closeness. You thought about your first kiss shared in “the name of science,” after you turned fourteen. Clay had been so awkward in his body at that time; his hair shaggy, stretch marks along his knees from his growth spurt, and a growing realization that you were in fact, a member of the opposite sex.

The Clay before you, even in his state of anguish and anxiety, stood with a cockiness that that Clay couldn’t have even dreamt of. His thumb glossed over your jaw, his eyes cast down as if his mind was wreaking havoc on his movements. Cautiously, you leaned towards him, sealing the space between the two of you as your lips pressed against his. The air of catastrophe seemed to dissipate around you as he pulled you tighter against him. The taste of mint and a faint whisper of fruit from the gum he always chewed blended against your tongue. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, wanting him pressed to you as close as he could be.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms as he made his way to your bedroom. As your back hit the mattress, Clay’s lips were back on yours, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to tug the fabric over his head. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones, his tongue ghosting against any mark that formed on your skin from his teeth. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming. He pushed your shirt off and you wiggled out of your sweatpants.

His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. “I want you, Clay,” you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants. It was clear that even as the timer clicked away the minutes the two of you had together, you wanted to savor him. If the world ended now as the two of you were in each other’s embrace, you would be fulfilled.

He smirked slightly at your words, his lips finding your neck once again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that,” he moaned, pressing a kiss behind your ear. He slunk down to press his lips against your stomach, moving slowly up your body to bury his face in your hair, grinding his hips against yours. You fought not to roll your eyes as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, pulling his pants off. He pressed his lips against yours, humming into the kiss as you wrapped your leg around one of his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, grinding against him.

As Clay pushed himself into you, your whole body relaxed as if he were made for you. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, letting you adjust to him. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm, the angle bringing your thigh to rest against his side. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper.

You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. Clay’s lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act. It was his carefulness of your forearm that sent a shock wave through your body as you were bitterly reminded that instead of a lifetime of cherishing moments like this, the two of you were cursed into his disaster arc.

His hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as you pulled him down to you again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so, making him pick up his pace. His other hand pressed against the side of your neck, bringing your skin closer to his lips as he pressed open mouth kisses to the landscape of your neck, thrusting into you and making the tension in your body tighten with pleasure. Your arms moved to wrap around Clay’s torso, pressing your lips against his shoulder as he moved. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure.

As you laid beside him, he played with your fingers, the quietness between the two of you nearly comforting. There was almost the question of “what now” hanging in the air.

A knock came at your door once again, your heart dropping slightly at who the person could be. You shot a look to Clay before pulling on one of the discarded shirts and your shorts from earlier. Your apartment was cold after being in bed with Clay, the air nipping at your skin and sending a shiver down your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the billboard beside your window had the countdown displayed in heavy red numbers. You swallowed your uneasiness and opened your door.

Nick stood before you, his eyebrows slightly perked at---what you could only assume---your unkempt appearance. He wet his lips briefly. “Dream’s here right?” He asked, peering over your head a bit. You silently opened your door completely, letting him inside. Clay came out of your bedroom, tugging a hoodie over his head that he had previously shoved in one of your drawers. As Nick eyed him, it seemed like he’d forgotten whatever serious matter he needed Clay for. Instead of the skittish expression, Nick’s face twisted into a knowingly smug quip.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, moving down the hallway and into your kitchen. “What’s up?” He queried Nick. You followed the two of them as Nick began to ramble about the end of the world.

Your chest tightened at his words as you took a seat at your kitchen counter. Clay uncapped a beer, leaning on the marble across from you. “There’s a bunker nearby. It belongs to some random old guy but I know some people who can get us a spot,” Nick muttered almost as if he were worried your neighbors would hear and sabotage his plans. He looked between the two of you quickly. “I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Clay closely as he thought, his expression nearly blank due to his somberness. You could practically hear the clock ticking away outside as the red light began to seep into your apartment. Clay chewed the inside of his cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, suddenly breaking the deafening silence and turning to you. “I wanna go where you go.” He looked almost like a child as he said this, but you were grateful he wanted to be with you in the end.

You tore your eyes from him, focusing on the ring forming in your sink from the dishwater that you hadn’t had the opportunity to drain. Your mind raced with the possibility that Nick was offering. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re dying anyway, right?” You responded wearily.

And that’s how you found yourself packed into an underground shelter, Clay’s body pressed against yours as nameless people crowded the dense area. Nick huddled against the two of you, the asteroid’s timer serving as a foreboding heartbeat as it reminded you all that these were the last moments of your life. Clay’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face in the softness of his sweatshirt. Your legs were going numb from sitting on the ground with your knees folded to your chest, but you didn’t dare move from his grasp. Nick’s side dug into your own as he attempted to shrug away from the hysterical woman beside him whispering to herself.

Only the mumbling of prayers and lamenting sobs broke up the lulling music playing over a small Ham radio resting on a bookshelf in the corner. The tune reminded you of an eerie scene in a movie from the ‘60s. As the song faded, a newscaster began to discuss the timer, wishing that everyone was with loved ones and had spent the last of their money.

And then the final ten seconds came. Your fingers threaded with Clay’s as he pressed a lasting kiss to your forehead.

“... Nine. Eight…”

Nick leaned into you. The two of you had never really been close, but on your journey to the bunker, he'd become a companion to you just as much as he was Clay's.

“... Seven. Six…”

You let your mind travel to your past, prom in particular. When Clay shut the skirt of your dress in his passenger door by accident. You were so mad at him for finding humor in the situation.

“... Five. Four…”

You thought about the week prior when you were considering skipping a lecture because you were tired. What you wouldn’t give to go back to the simplicity of problems like that.

“... Three. Two…”

You hugged Clay tighter to you, hoping that if you both got blasted into whatever kind of eternity was waiting, you’d land at the same time.

“... One.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, even the newscaster. The silence was painful as you all waited.

Clay and Nick moved quickly, looking around the room. You furrowed your brows at them, your grip tightening around the front of Clay’s sweater. “Do you hear that?” Clay stated, his voice coming out rushed. Nick nodded, watching as the rest of the men in the bunker began to talk amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear anything, worry settling.

“What?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Clay pushed himself to sit up away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

[unfinishedsweetsimphony]

Heartbeat

[requested by anon m]

~Includes: Wilbur Soot x Reader, Dream x Reader, Karl Jacobs x Reader~

Summary: College AU! and Soulmate AU! where the soulmates share the same heartbeat and can tell when one feels panicked, shocked, etc. and the other(s) can feel the same.

Genre: Multiple drabbles. Hurt/Comfort.

Pronouns: They/Them (Gender Neutral; Reader is non-binary)

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and anxious situations.

[a/n: Anon M back at it again with the requests <333 I’ve decided to do all three if that’s okay with you. It has bits and pieces of your prompt, but I did change some things so I hope you’re fine with that. Thank you so much for requesting again and I hope I executed your prompt well :D]

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       Wilbur Soot

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(Y/N) and Wilbur meet when (Y/N) got lost and stumbled into the music room where Wilbur was playing the guitar, a kazoo dangling from his lips. Both of their heartbeats stopped from the shock before being filled with euphoria. Ever since then, the two soulmates where inseparable. 

Today, (Y/N) and Wilbur had the same class and presentations were on the agenda. Wilbur noticed his heart rate quicken and turned to (Y/N), who was fidgeting nervously. Presentations were never (Y/N) ‘s favorite to say the least. The thought of everyone’s eyes on their every move waiting to mock any mistake they might make made (Y/N) ‘s heart pound harder and their mind hazy. 

Wilbur took their hand, thumb gently rubbing circles into them. He tried to steady his/their heartrate by practicing some breathing techniques their therapist taught them. It helped a little and (Y/N) gave him a soft smile to show their appreciation. “Everyone else is probably half asleep anyway. Just pay attention to me when you’re up there.”, Wilbur tilts up their chin to give them a peck on the lips, “You’re going to do great, darling.”

With eyes locked on Wilbur, they got through the presentation just fine. Afterward, they went on a ice cream date to celebrate :DD

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

                  Dream

└─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘

“This is some bullshit.”

(Y/N) is exasperated with their soulmate. Their heart is going crazy and they’re just lying down trying to calm themselves down. They soon give up as they hear some commotion on the other side of their wall. They decided to check up on their roommate only to see her watching a livestream on Twitch. “Oops, sorry about the noise. You know that Dream guy I was talking about?”, she motions for them pull up a chair next to her, “He’s doing a Manhunt live and it’s getting pretty intense.” 

Dream breaks his silence when he deems that he is far enough from the hunters, “Oh my god, my soulmate must hate me right now. My heart is racing!”, he laughs and starts to set up a nether portal. “One of these days I’m gonna try and do this with a heart monitor.” (Y/N) decided to stay a little longer and soon the stream goes into a lull as Dream starts preparing for a trap. It was calm enough that casual conversations can be had. Somehow the conversation turned to soulmates. “Yeah, I am sincerely sorry for my soulmate though because I’m pretty sure I have the heart thing. Although I think they might be watching since at first I can feel them trying to calm down but when Sapnap sneak attacked me, it was like twice as bad.” (Y/N) froze. Bad piped up, “Maybe they are, wait, if you’re Dream’s soulmate try to speed up his heart rate right now.”

‘Well you’ll never know unless you try.’, (Y/N) got up and started doing jumping jacks, much to the amusement of their roommate who started recording. “Wait maybe this is legit.”, she got her heart monitor and attached it to (Y/N)’s arm, “Thank god, I’m a med student.”

“Oh my god! My heart is actually going faster!”, Dream’s cursor goes up and down frantically. (Y/N) stops doing jumping jacks and tries to calm their heart as their roommate is freaking out. “Okay, it may just be a coincidence.”, (Y/N) panted as the beats per minute slowly ticks down. 

“Oh, they stopped now. My heart is calming down.”, Dream parkours through a particularly tricky nether ravine. “OH GOD!!”, he misses a jump, falls and narrowly avoids the lava pool below. The heart rate monitor spikes and (Y/N) sharply inhales at the sudden scare.

“Oh shit...”, the realization hits (Y/N) like a truck. Turning to their starstruck roommate who was recording everything who has the gall to say, “So, you gonna slide into his dms or what?”

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                   Karl Jacobs

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Today was a bad day for (Y/N). Their professors seemed to be extra condescending and unhelpful today, not mention finals are coming up quickly. They are just so close to shutting down due to the pressure of it all. They drop all their things at the foot of the door and crawl into bed. Heart pounding, body in fetal position, and tears flowing out of their eyes, they finally just let it all out. After a few minutes, a knock from their window interrupted the moment. With trembling hands, they uncover the duvet that was over their head to see their smiling boyfriends waving from the window and motioning for them to open it. 

(Y/N) gets up to open the window and Karl’s smile falters at the sight of their tear-streaked face.

“I sensed a disturbance in the force.”, he reaches out to hold (Y/N) in his arms, “Is everything alright? What’s wrong?” (Y/N) silently shakes their head and buries their face into Karl’s soft sweater. He pats his sweater pawed hand gently onto their head, “I got you...It’s okay.”

The two took a moment to cuddle in bed until (Y/N) felt calm enough to carry on. Karl offered to help them study which they graciously accepted. 

Today was a better day for (Y/N).