#dreamwastaken fanfiction

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

[sabinanotfound]

SFW alphabet (dream x reader)

a/n: y'all. this is like 1.2k words don't let it flop pls I'm begging u

m.list

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dream would be very affectionate and show it a lot.it could be physical like a soft neck kiss or it could be something like getting flowers for you because he wants you to feel luved.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The most supportive person you’ll meet in your lifetime. He is a great and reliable friend. He’s also very fun to be around. You would probably bump into each other in a grocery store or meet through streaming. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh boy, he does. Clings onto you like a panda on a bamboo branch and just. Stays there. Loves when you’re both chilling and you are lying on his shoulder or his head in your lap. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he wouldn’t be very neat but he is as good as Gordon Ramsay when it comes to cooking. You always blame it on him when you gain weight and he laughs saying the squishier the better and feeding you again. He’d be the best dad ngl

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be mature about it. He would meet you in person and explain his reasons. He would feel very bad tho

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He likes to take it slow but he is very committed and when both of you are sure of settling down, he would take it a step further. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle in both aspects. The way he holds you is so soft and also he never rushes you into anything, and is very understanding. Soft boi vibes 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Why do I feel like dream would give the best bear hugs? He just engulfs you and doesn’t let go, you find his hugs extremely comforting. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Again, he doesn’t rush into it. He says it after a few months where he just knows you are the one. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I wouldn’t say he’s very jealous but when he does get jealous PDA PDA PDA MAJOR PDA

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very soft and tender and so full of love. He loves kissing your plush lips till they are swollen. He loves when you kiss him on the cheeks :))))

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He was BORN to be a dad/babysitter. He’s a natural when it comes to kids, and every kid he interacts with end up loving him a lot. You often fantasize about your own kids teehee 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

I think he’s a night owl and prefers waking up late so mornings are usually calm and groggy. But sometimes you wake him up earlier to try a morning routine which ends up being a cozy and productive morning. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Again, he is a night owl imo so you eventually get used to a routine where you go to bed late. When he stays up too late, you make him a cup of some herb tea and drag him to bed where he falls asleep immediately in your embrace. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not very secretive. He wouldn’t hide anything from you and often would tell you funny stories from his childhood or something. He doesn’t reveal everything at once; that could be overwhelming. Let’s just say it takes time but not because it’s a secret, but to keep interests fresh and have things to talk about. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It’s hard to make him angry, especially if it’s you (he has a soft spot for you). But sometimes in relationships tension builds and you end up having small arguments which you resolve after. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. That bag you saw literally once and commented on it? He remembered and got it for you. Your mom’s birthday? He calls her before you do (your mom adores dream like c’mon who wouldn’t). your fav candle scent? Of course, he knows. You’ve been eyeing those Ikea candles. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably when he asked you out. He was so anxious because he thought you didn’t like him back but everything turned out well :333

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is very protective of you. If you’re in an Uber, he always asks for a location just in case. But he is not controlling, he just likes knowing that you are safe. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dream knows a relationship works both ways and that is why he always puts the same amount of effort you do, if not more. He doesn’t go overboard but he likes seeing a smile on your face when he cleans up that clothing rack you didn’t have time to organize. Or when you are happy because he did something special for your anniversary. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking himself. He would sometimes become distant because he’s working a lot, but thankfully you’re patient and never judge or scold him for it. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dream is aware that he is pretty attractive and he keeps it up. He does skincare (when you force him to) and dresses neatly. That’s pretty much I think lol. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesye-

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Dream’s favourite date with you is ordering sushi and watching some drama just for the laughs  of it. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like when people lie. He always tries to be as honest as possible, unless he didn’t like that dress you bought. Then he would take that secret to the grave. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He loves sleeping with his teddy bear (aka u) and he bought a bunch of 1 ft techno plushes and they are all also on his bed at all times. 

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Twenty Two. Big Tweets and Bigger Questions.

warnings: cursing, p*ter, doxxing threats :/, word count: 5.2k (not including pictures)

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note: UHHH rememberit's been so long i'm so so sorry this took ages i hope it's worth it T-T this is the LAST CHAPTER !!! maybe maybe I'll do extras later but don't count on it bc we know how long THIS took. thank you guys for loving bugsy :(( and for being patient omg ENNJOYYYYYYYY

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It was basically her worst nightmare. Y/n’s ex-boyfriend tended to find things out on his own so in hindsight, maybe she should have expected him to find out about her online career too. There was a reason she never told him or anyone in her real-life about what she did on the Internet. This exact reason. 

“Hey, there you are. I thought you wanted to swim with everyone?” 

Y/n heard Dream’s voice but couldn’t process his words, her eyes still staring at the unanswered texts she had received from her ex-boyfriend over the last few days. 

“Bug?” 

She blinked, looking up as she breathed deeply. “Did you say something?” 

Dream frowned. “Are you okay?” 

She just stared at him, brows furrowed softly and mouth open like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. He stopped drying his hair with the towel and made his way towards her, crouching in front of her and looking up at her intently, his hands resting on her knees. “What happened?” 

“Um…” 

Dream’s eyes darted to the phone in her hands then back to her face, clearly seeing her distress and worry in the way her eyebrows pinched together and breathing was uneven. 

“Y/n.”

“Have you ever had… well, okay, I know you have but like, so, okay–” she cut herself off with a huff when she noticed herself rambling and took a deep breath before continuing. The front door opened and she realized they were out where anyone could hear their conversation.

“Come here,” he mumbled, standing up and leading her outside to the back porch, opposite the house from the lake where most of their friends were playing. “What happened?” 

Y/n took a breath and leaned against the railing, looking out at the view to avoid having to see his reaction. “I know people have threatened to dox you on Twitter and stuff like that all the time but have any of them been real threats? Like, I’m sure they’re all terrifying no matter what but I mean has anyone you know in real life ever threatened to expose you? Or have they all been internet trolls?” 

When he didn’t respond, Y/n snuck a glance at him and was met with a deep frown, something close to panic in his eyes. “No, they’ve all been people who just want to get clout. What happened? Did that happen to you? Who is it?” 

Y/n pulled out her phone and handed it to him, the screen open to Peter’s texts. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dream seethed under his breath before handing her phone back quickly. 

“There’s plenty more of him begging for me back but the doxxing is a new threat.” 

“You picked a really… tame name for his contact.” 

“I only kept his number in case something like this happened.” 

They both stood silently looking out into the backyard for a few moments. “Why is he only just now threatening you? Hasn’t he been trying to get you back for months?” 

“Basically,” she sighed. “But I never told him about being Bugsy. He was never super into Twitch or YouTube or anything so it was easy to hide and I guess… in the back of my mind I always kinda assumed something like this would happen if he knew. Like we would break up and he’d take out his anger by trying to tell the world who I was before I was ready. So, I never told him. I guess he finally found out.”

“Fuck,” Dream whispered. “He has no credentials though, right? Like he’d probably have to make a Twitter account just to expose you and people would see he’s new and think it’s a burner account and no one would believe him… right?” 

“Maybe, but what happens when I do post a face reveal and everyone sees he was telling the truth? They’d trust any insider information he has about me, which would all be complete bullshit lies.” 

The frown never left Dream’s face, and he looked broken at Y/n’s predicament. She had seen him less bothered about his own threats before than he was about this. 

“So, what are you going to do?” 

“Beat him to it, I guess,” she decided. His face turned into one of surprise as she continued. “If he ever posts about me later on I can clarify that he’s an asshole ex so no one should listen to him, but at least he won’t have taken away my face reveal. I should get to decide how to do it. He’s already taken enough from me, he’s not taking away this too.” 

“Can I please hug you?” Dream whispered quickly. “You can say no, but I really want to give you a hug.”

Y/n smiled and nodded, but didn’t move away from the handrail. Dream came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he pressed his chest to her back, resting his chin on her shoulder. When he kissed her shoulder softly, she rested her head against his and placed her hands on his arms as a sign that it was okay.

“I’m really sorry, Bug. I’m sorry he’s taken so much from you.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered sadly. “It will be.”

“Wanna face reveal together?” he asked half-jokingly, making her laugh. 

“You want to get outshined?” 

He chuckled and kissed her ear. “I wouldn’t mind if it was by you.” 

“Cheesy.” 

“You know I’m by your side, right? Whatever you do, I’ll help you and stick with you. I’ll even help pick out a cute picture to be your reveal if you’re just going to post it on Instagram or something.” 

Y/n smiled and turned around in his embrace, back against the railing as she looked up at him. “You know you’re kinda stuck with me, right?” she countered. “I was already going to make you help me pick a picture.” 

Dream smiled like he won the lottery, and somehow this conversation went from dreadful to exciting. Strange that that tended to be the case when Dream was involved; he somehow made everything a little more bearable. “I’m honored. But you look hot in every picture I’ve ever seen of you, so it’s going to be tough deciding on just one.” 

“I can’t stand you.”

“Would you be able to stand me if I kissed you right now?” 

“I love how this started as you about to cry because my ex-boyfriend wants to tell the world my name and face and it’s ending with you wanting to kiss me.”

“...Is that a no?” 

“No, kiss me.” 

He smiled and leaned down, placing his lips against hers gently, sweetly, for the briefest moment, before standing back up and cupping her face with one hand. 

“The sooner I post, the better, right? Since he could probably do it any time?” 

Dream stared at her lips while she talked but nodded. “Yeah, we probably should go do that now.”

Y/n nodded and leaned up to give him one more small kiss before dragging him back inside. “We’ll choose tonight and I’ll post it tomorrow morning. I don’t want to rush.”

“I did it,” Y/n whispered, opening Dream’s bedroom door and stepping inside quickly. He looked up from his book. “I couldn’t wait. Oh, god, I did it.” She posted her face reveal sooner than intended, hoping less of the world would be awake to see it, but as she refreshed her tweet, the numbers raced higher and higher. “Oh, god. What if that was a mistake?” 

“It wasn’t,” Dream reassured quickly, opening his arms and welcoming her to sit with him, which she did immediately, both of them leaning against the headboard. 

“Reply to my tweet so I don’t look like a loser,” she begged, making Dream laugh but comply. She buried her face in his shoulder and watched him reply to her tweet as if he wasn’t sitting right next to her. He set his phone on the nightstand and she followed, turning off the phone and burying her face in her hands. 

“Hey, it was a good thing. Now, what’s-his-name can’t hold it over you. You’re one step closer to being free from him.” 

“I feel like I’m never going to be free from him,” she admitted, her words muffled by her hands but Dream understood her clear as day. 

“I know. I know how that feels, Bug, I really do. But I promise it gets better.” 

She looked up at him and nodded. “I trust you. Part of me is so relieved that it’s over with but… I feel like shit knowing part of it was done because of him. I have wanted to face reveal for a while but he’s the reason I chose now. I hate it.” 

“Hey, you did it because you wanted to. He just helped you pick a time.” 

She sighed, frustrated and sad. Dream turned to her, crossing his legs so he could face her as he placed a hand on her knee. “You’re allowed to be mad at him, obviously. You were kinda forced to do it now, but why not focus on the positives of this situation? Don’t let him take up any more of your mind. Plus, you told everyone how someone threatened to doxx you, so if he starts trying to tell bullshit stories to make you look bad, once they know it’s him they’ll know he’s an asshole liar and won’t listen to him. It’ll all be okay.” 

She nodded. “You’re right.” Dream waited to see if she was still panicking while she was lost in her thoughts. “Do you think people are responding well?”

He smiled. “Of course. They got to see how hot you are.”

“Shut up, simp.” 

One thing she loved about Dream was that he was clearly whipped for her, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. Every time she called him out for liking her, it only encouraged his behavior more and she would notice him staring at her more intently, more lovingly. 

It made it hard to not want to kiss him all the time. 

“Thank you,” she said softly into the night air, shoulder pressing into Dream’s as they sat side by side. 

He turned to look at her. “For what?” 

“Being there for me. You’re kinda cool.”

He laughed through his nose. “Has anyone ever told you you can be kinda emotionally constipated sometimes?” 

She laughed and nodded. “Occasionally.” 

“Unluckily for you, I’m not, and I feel like being sappy right now because I’m so proud of you.” 

“Oh, please don’t–” 

“You are very kind and seem to always know how to brighten people’s moods without even realizing it. You make me smile when you talk to me about literally anything. Like, the other day you asked me what kind of pizza I wanted and I swear my heart skipped four damn beats.” 

“Why are you being like this out of nowhere?” Y/n laughed but he wasn’t done.

“Get used to it. You are so sweet and every time I think I’m used to it, you go and do something even sweeter. Like you bought all those stupid little, oh what are they called? The things you flip and they pop up?” 

“Poppers? That’s what I’ve always called them.”

“Yeah! You bought a bunch of poppers even though they annoy the shit out of you just because you thought Tubbo might like them.” 

“I should have known Karl and Alex would steal them and try to scare me with them.” 

“It’s random things like that that just… you’re incredible. Really. Everything you do is so selfless and you’re also so funny and crazy smart and I swear on my life as much as it pisses me off when you beat me in Geoguessr, it’s also insanely hot.” 

Y/n laughed loudly at the abrupt compliment, hiding her face behind her sleeve. “Okay–”

"I like that you know who you are and aren't afraid of it. You're confident in the most humble way and it's really endearing. You always seem so sure of yourself and know what you want from life and you get it. You work so hard and you don't get nearly as much recognition as I think you should—"

"Biased."

"—but you still treat everything like you have more than you could ask for even though you deserve so much more. You're such a genuine person and I think that's in part because, like I said, you know who you are. You're not afraid to speak your mind because your mind is brilliant."

Y/n smiled and looked back at Dream, whose eyes softened at her face.

"I also like how you make me feel when you look at me like that."

His speech seemed to end so she smiled, softly whispering a thank you. She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, which he chased after with a frown when she pulled away. 

“What was that for?” he asked, a huge smile that she loved to be the cause of.

"You didn't say anything about my looks."

Dream's face dropped. "Wait, Bug, you're also very, very, very, beautiful. And I promise I'm not saying that just because—"

"Clay," she interrupted. "It's a good thing."

He paused. "It is?" His fingers twitched and she reached out to grab his hand, his large hands immediately wrapping around hers like she was water in a desert. 

"My ex, um," she cleared her throat as she started her explanation, "you know how I said he always told me he was the only person who could ever like me, or whatever? Well, more specifically, he always told me the only thing I had going for me was my looks."

"Bug..."

"So, I guess it's ironic and relieving in a way that you, um, that of all the things you said you like about me, that being pretty wasn't on there."

"Because there's so much more to you," he promised.

"I think I know that now."

"So... would you like me to not comment on your looks anymore because of what that jackass said?"

Y/n shook her head. "No, no, I actually really like it when you call me pretty." Her face heated up at her own words and Dream smiled.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose before resting their foreheads together. "Now tell me all the things you like about me?"

Y/n smiled at his joke but obliged, knowing he wasn't expecting a real answer. "You're so gracious and supportive to all your friends and you're very charming and funny, and you always check on everyone and—"

"Okay!" Dream leaned back and laughed. "I was just joking! Don't actually tell me. Not now, at least."

"Good, it was starting to get too mushy, that was embarrassing.” 

"Agreed. Tell me things you like about me but make it memes."

Y/n laughed. "I like that you're sooo good at Minecraft and that you're someone who's actually taller than me. You're one in 7.5 trillion, baby."

Dream laughed loudly but Y/n noticed the pink dusting his cheeks. "I like that you're tall too."

He shifted to lay down, his head laying next to her leg as he looked up at her. “Wanna sleep in here?” 

She frowned but laid down next to him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I’m too anxious thinking about how people are responding  to my tweet.” 

Dream smiled mischievously. “I can think of a few other things we could do.” 

“You have a dirty mind.” 

His face contorted in confusion then turned to one of fake disgust. “Oh, ew! Bug, that’s not at all what I was implying! Ewww, you’re the gross one! I was going to suggest we talk about our favorite things in space.” 

She laughed loudly. “Yeah, sure. I think Jupiter is pretty cool.”

“I’m lying, can I kiss you?” he deadpanned. “I’m too tired to talk and you’re pretty.” 

“I can’t believe you only like me for my looks…” Y/n joked, but Dream’s face fell. “Too soon to joke about?” 

“Yes. It makes me want to punch a wall.” 

“How are you going to do that if you’re too busy kissing me?” 

Dream smiled and sat up halfway, resting on his elbow and leaning down to kiss Y/n. “You’re dumb,” he said pulling away for a moment. 

She chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

“There she is!” Karl giggled as Y/n entered the kitchen, covering a yawn as she grabbed a mug and Dream’s box of tea. Maybe she had a thing for it now. Sue her. 

“Looking for me?” 

“Yes. Where have you been, young lady?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You were not in your room last night,” Karl accused pointedly. 

“Sure I was,” Y/n countered lazily. “Where else would I have been?” 

“With Dream.” 

She looked at him quickly and frowned. “Uh, no. Weirdo.” 

“You sure? After all the looks you two give each other and all the giggling and secrets and–” 

“Stop,” she hissed quietly, a giggle behind her words that she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried. She jumped on the island counter as George walked in, heading straight for the kettle. 

“Are you making tea already?” he asked. 

“Yeah, there’s enough water in there if you want some too.”

“Epic,” he yawned, slumping against the counter as he grabbed a bagel and cream cheese. George, bless him, was blissfully unaware of the teasing going on behind his back and looked way too tired to care. At the silence in the room, he looked over his shoulder just as Y/n mouthed at Karl to shut up, who was hiding giggles behind a sweater paw. “What’s happening?” 

Y/n blurted, “Nothing!” at the same time Karl answered with a question. “George, guess where our sweet Bugsy slept last night?” 

Y/n groaned and covered her face in her hands. “Karl, shut up.”

George took a large bite of his breakfast and his words struggled to get past the pastry. “I’m guessing… not your room?” 

Karl giggled maniacally as an answer. 

"How do you even know?" Y/n asked as she dropped her hands to her lap and looked at her best friend. Her eyes darted to the living room adjacent to the kitchen, where Sapnap and Quackity were messing around. George was the only European awake but that's because his sleep schedule was already completely messed up. The others were getting used to the jet lag still.

“Well, I barged in to tackle you for randomly face revealing – congratulations, by the way, I’m so proud of you–” 

“Oh, yeah, good job,” George butted in. 

Karl continued without missing a beat. “–but I waited for you to come back because I figured you were having a deep conversation with Dream and didn’t want to interrupt. But it took so long and I was so tired so I went to bed.”

“So? Maybe I went back to my room right after you went to bed?” 

"Naomi texted me asking where you were at, like, four," Karl deadpanned. "I saw it this morning. She must've woken up in the middle of the night to you still not there."

Y/n felt her cheeks flame up as she thought about what she was doing at four a.m. Completely innocent things! With... a certain........ boy.........

"So you're gonna use Naomi's sleepy mind to recall where I was? You know how she is when she just wakes up. It's like she's drunk."

Y/n caught the way George's lips turned up at that and made a mental note to tease him for it later. Right now, she had her own tracks to cover.

“Where is she, by the way?” you asked.

“In your room doing her makeup,” Karl answered. “Which you would know if you woke up there! You've basically admitted that you weren't in your room, so just tell us where you were," Karl bargained. "Did you pull an all-nighter with someone? Go skinny dipping? Sleep in the arms of a handsome–"

Karl didn't finish because he got slapped in the arm, making him laugh. Y/n couldn't help but glance at the living room again as if Sapnap and Quackity would suddenly hear the teasing over their own loud noise and join the interrogation party. She couldn’t handle 4/5 teasing her at once. Maybe she was just worried the overall chaos would wake up Dream and he would walk in mid-conversation.

"So you were with a boy?" George laughed, suddenly more awake. "Karl, I wonder who it could have possibly been! I can't think of a single person Y/n might be interested in." Sarcasm was thick in his voice as he beamed at Y/n, suddenly waking up since George loved to gossip.

Y/n's face scrunched with the use of her name and George's face softened in apology. She still wasn't used to all her friends knowing her name and face.

"Maybe we should ask–"

Karl's words were cut off again, this time by the appearance of the man who he was about to mention.

Y/n's face caught fire again as she watched Dream look around the living in confusion, one hand stuck in his unruly hair and one in the pocket of his hoodie. His squinted eyes scanned the living room, then wandered to the kitchen where he finally met Y/n's eyes. His confused look softened and he pretended like he wasn't obviously just looking for her. Y/n kept watching as he made a joke to Sapnap, who suddenly realized his friend was there and kicked Dream from the floor.

Y/n turned back to Karl and George, who were looking at her with shit-eating grins on their faces. Their faces were dead giveaways that they had been talking about him.

"Wipe those stupid looks off your faces."

"What looks?" George laughed. "We aren't doing anything!"

"You are both the human incarnation of 'colon capital D."

Karl lifted his tattooed hand and made a circle with his thumb from his pointer finger to recreate the face. He cackled loudly and her face only gained warmth. He was drawing too much attention to them. Why was she so embarrassed for him to find out they were talking about him when he so obviously liked her?

"Hello," Dream said slowly as he approached the trio. Just as her eyes were glued to him, his were to her.

"Hi, Dream. Sleep well?" George teased, earning a subtle kick from Y/n.

"Sorry, leg twitched." She smiled through her teeth. After a few beats of silence, she looked up to see George and Karl looking at each other awkwardly and Dream still staring at her.

"What was that, Quackity? You need us?" Karl asked loudly.

"Coming!" George followed and they left the kitchen. Y/n pulled her hoodie collar over her mouth like always, trying to hide subtly.

Dream walked towards her but rested his hands on the island counter to her left, methodically pounding the granite softly. "Hi."

"Hi," she squeaked after a pause. Despite her nerves and fear and confusion, she had a big smile plastered on her face.

"How did you sleep?" he asked innocently. 

Her mind raced at his question. Better than she had ever slept in her entire life, honestly. Nothing like being curled up against a 6'3 boy who happened to make her heart race with every look. She settled on, "Good. You?"

"Like a baby,” he smiled. “Except, it would have been better if you hadn’t left.” 

She smiled. “I was hungry.” 

“What did you have?” he asked, hopping on the counter next to her, hands between his legs and thigh pressed against hers. Similar to the night they kissed for the first time. 

“I’m waiting for my tea to finish before I figure out what I want to eat.”

“Tea?” he asked. “Did you steal mine?” 

“I’ll buy you more.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just proud I converted you.” 

Y/n laughed and hopped off the counter as the kettle started whistling. “George!” she called. “The water is ready!” 

George wandered in a few moments later, eyeing the two suspiciously as Y/n poured him a cup of hot water. 

“Hey, I never said George could have any of my tea,” Dream protested as he watched the Brit dig through Dream’s box of teabags. 

“Didn’t ask,” George responded, grabbing his mug and a teabag, smiling cheekily at Dream. “Bugsy said yes, and what she says goes.” 

“That’s fair,” Dream agreed, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and opened a teabag for herself, looking up just as George headed for the stairs. Part of her knew he was going to her room to hang out with Naomi. Cute. 

With them alone again, Dream leaned back on his hands, observing Y/n cautiously. “What’s on your mind?” she asked softly, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. 

He hesitated, licking his lips before shaking his head. “I’ll tell you later. When there are fewer people.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “We can go out to the dock if you want. No one is outside right now.”

Dream glanced out the window at the dock, the lake water still and vacant. “Yeah, let’s go. It’s chilly out though, grab a jacket.” 

“I’ll trade you,” she bargained. When he raised his eyebrows at her, a smile on his lips, she wasn’t embarrassed to elaborate. “The ones you gave me don’t smell like you anymore.” 

“Simp. Deal.” 

They met back at the front door, where they handed each other a hoodie. It was admittedly very cheesy, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when she got to bundle up in a hoodie that smelled like Dream. He held her tea as she put on her shoes and they slipped out of the house undetected. 

Despite their friends definitely knowing they liked each other, Y/n wasn’t sure how much Dream was okay with them knowing. Of course, Naomi knew everything, but Y/n didn’t know what the boys knew. She knew Dream liked her, but it was unclear whether he was just having fun or if maybe something could happen between them. 

“Is this secluded enough for your big conversation?” Y/n asked lightheartedly after they finally sat down on the dock, shoes off and feet hanging in the cold water. 

Dream laughed through his nose, clearly nervous. “Yeah.” 

She frowned at his hesitance, placing her hand on his leg and squeezing lightly. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just.” He took a deep breath and put his hand on hers. “I’m sure it’s obvious that I like you–”

She laughed and put her head on his shoulder, realizing this was going to be a good conversation. “Maybe a little.”

Dream laughed softly, seeming to ease up a little at her touch. “And I don’t know if– like, how much you want to work for… this,” he gestured between them, “because I know we don’t really live near each other, but I like you so much that it doesn’t really matter to me. I really like you, Y/n. Like, a scary amount.” 

Y/n placed her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. “I like you a scary amount, too.” 

“Really?” 

“‘Really’, he asks the girl who hates people being in her personal space, who is currently laying on him,” she teased. “Yes, Dream. I really do like you. I wasn’t sure if you thought we were just having fun or something.” 

He shook his head as he looked at her and she sat up. “I mean, it is fun. But I’m scared to go home and not get to hug you.” 

Y/n pouted fondly at him. “You’re so cute.”

“I mean it!” he laughed. “I like you, don’t bully me about it.” 

“I’m kinda dreading going home, too. At least you have Patches. I have Karl and Naomi the smotherers.” 

Dream shook his head with a smile. “Oh, another thing. I wanted you to know... I know you have that whole thing about not thinking people can like people without seeing them but… It’s important to me that you know I don’t just like you for your looks. You are so pretty, but I definitely had a crush on you before you sent me a picture.” 

“Really?” she asked, smiling. 

He nodded, cheeks a light pink. He would blame the cold, but she knew it wasn’t that. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner that I liked you, but I was worried you wouldn’t believe me because I didn’t even know what you looked like. But it didn’t matter to me.”

“What did you like about me?” she asked.

“Everything. You were just so nice and funny and sweet and it was so easy to talk to you about anything for hours. I was always so giddy when I found out you’d be joining a stream I was on or when you’d message me or anything like that. I still am.” 

“It’s still weird to me, but the more I think about it, the more I’m pretty sure I kinda liked you before that FaceTime call. Which disproves my whole theory.”

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”

Y/n laughed loudly. “I’m my own worst enemy.”

Dream watched her laugh with a fond, lovesick smile. 

“What are you thinking about now?” she asked teasingly, seeing his bright smile. 

“Will you be my girlfriend, Bug? We can plan visits like twice a month at least or whenever we have time. I’m pretty sure it’s only about a nine-hour drive, which seems like a lot but I’d have no problem driving that. It still wouldn’t be enough but it’s better than not being able to see you at all.” 

Y/n cut him off by grabbing his chin and turning his face to her. He stopped as they looked at each other. “Of course, Dream. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” 

He smiled so big, she was sure his face was hurting. But it fell as she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him gently. 

Maybe her asshole ex would make up things to turn her fans against her. Maybe she would go crazy never being able to see her boyfriend. Maybe her career would fall apart and her deepest fears would come true. 

Or maybe, with Dream on her side rooting for her, along with all her friends, maybe everything would be okay.

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[joysjoy]

did y’all miss me ;)

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[elfchaos]

Okay.

Guys.

Drop your favorite Foolish, Dream, or Karl centric fanfics.

This is the first fandom I’ve been in where I haven’t read a lot of fanfiction. Lets change that.

[hollowkitty]

I wrote a fic! 10 chapters, a mix of angst and lighter parts about how our childhood affects us.

summary:

The summer of 2014 Dream turns invisible. A decade later his past catches up to him.

[quackarl]

MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see. 

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging. 

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you. 

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’” 

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR: 

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics. 

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH: 

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed. 

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it. 

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ: 

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

[hatchetislostpog]

c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.

Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?

c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing

[ilici]

homecoming.

Summary: Y/N gets noticed by the football team the week of homecoming by how she dresses.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, hair pulling, degrading, unsafe sex, thigh riding, some surprises.

Word Count: 8439

inspired by amaranthbb & slapnap’s anons.

shift in point of views, when the point of view is changed, the color of the text will change in the first word. I will have a parenthesis of the color that is chosen for those who are colorblind and may not be able to view the color.

Color Code:

Green - Dream

Blue - George

Orange - Sapnap

Purple - Karl

Yellow - Punz

Pink - Reader

Red - Third Person

(Pink) I looked down at my phone, sighing deeply when the group-chat continuously kept spamming. I wasn’t able to even keep up with what they were saying, when there was only four of us in it, counting myself. Finally, they stopped texting and I scrolled up rereading everything.

"Homecoming is this week?"

I asked myself, pinching the bridge of my nose. I had completely forgot about it. I had seen all the flyers and posters scattered around the college all last week.

Shaking my head, I bite my lip in thought. This was the week everyone got to dress up in honor of the school and mainly to support the football team.

"This basically is just everyone showing their support to the football team in a span of five days."

Groaning, I sit down on the couch looking up at the ceiling. They posted the dressing schedule for the week. I think to myself, pulling up the College website. Looking for the schedule, I find it and scoff.

Monday - Favorite Fictional Character

Tuesday - College Colors

Wednesday - Sports Day

Thursday - Favorite Celebrity

Friday - Pajama Day

"Friday is probably my favorite." I muttered, tossing my phone down and groaning.

Looking around, I walked over to my closet and scanned through the clothes I had hung up, finding none of them appealing. Looking through the clothes, attempting to find some that looked somewhat like a fictional characters outfit.

"Oh I forgot I had this."

Frowning I grabbed the hanger that held a green dress, and looked it up and down feeling the soft fabric.

"I may have my green wig somewhere around here."

I place the dress down on the bed, thinking about where the wig could be.

"I wore this two years ago on Halloween, I know it's somewhere in here hell."

---

(Green) "Are people seriously dressing up for this shit?"

Karl looked over at me like I had three heads, "Obviously it's their one chance to get away with wearing whatever they want." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're saying that because you're dressed as fucking Gandalf."

Sapnap spoke up from the other side of the locker room, and I just chuckled rubbing the back of my neck. Leaning back against the cool lockers, letting them cool down my sweaty back.

"My outfit has nothing to do with this conversation."

He grumbled, looking away embarrassed. Punz snorted and sat down beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

Grimacing, I slightly push him away as he was also sweaty.

"Get off me you fuck."

I groan out, scrunching my face up in disgust. "Chill dude, you've been pissy all practice." Punz glared, removing his arm from my shoulders.

"Yeah, because I had to see all these girls dressed up as characters that wore horrendous clothes."

"There was someone who caught my eye though." Sapnap said, as he walked over towards us finally.

"Another one of your side chicks?" George asked, and Sapnap flipped him off.

"No, someone. I don't know her name but she was dressed up as Fubuki from One Punch Man."

He reasoned, and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course you noticed her, she was dressed as one of your favorite anime characters."

George said, laughing and Sapnap punched him in the arm.

"Shut up, and fuck off." Sapnap said in an awful British accent.

George just shrugged and rummaged through his locker, while Karl put his fake beard back on.

"We still have four more days of this torture."

Scoffing, I flipped Punz off for reminding me.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm gonna try and figure her name out."

Looking up, I gave Sapnap a blank stare, "You do you."

---

(Purple) Looking at my phone, I scroll through the groupchat.

"Fuck, watch where you're going damn."

I hear a feminine voice say, and I look up seeing a girl dressed in black and green on the floor glaring up at a guy who seemed oblivious.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I asked, reaching out my hand which she lightly slapped away and lifted herself up dusting herself off.

"I'm fine no thanks to fuckface over there."

She said, using her thumb to point to the guy who was now half way through the hallway.

"Nice outfit."

I complimented, and she looked down and smiled a bit.

"Thanks, it was the only stuff I had that matched the school colors."

She said, and I grinned looking her up and down.

"Well, I like the two different knee-high socks. It looks cool."

She looked down past her black skirt, and readjusted her left sock around her mid thigh.

"Although I'd got to say your shirt is my favorite." I giggled out, looking at her baby Yoda sweatshirt.

"It isn't really mine, it's my roommates. She doesn't know I took it."

Chuckling I shake my head and stick my hand out, "Karl. Nice to meet you."

Grabbing my hand, she shook it, "I know who you are, you're on the football team. I'm Y/N."

---

(Yellow) "This movie sucks." I whisper to George, who only nods in response.

"Punz quiet in my class." The professor lectured, and I bite my tongue.

Scanning the classroom my eyes stopped on someone who was wearing my number.

Elbowing George, I pointed to her and he glared before his eyes followed my finger.

"Who is that and why is she wearing your number?" He whispered.

Shrugging, I looked at her. Only the back of her was visible.

As if she felt our eyes on her, she turned around and looked directly at me and George.

Hitching my breath, George just waved to which she gave him a confused look and turned back around.

"Punz and George please exit my classroom if you aren't going to pay attention."

---

(Blue) Groaning stepping out of my dorm, I cursed under my breath as I opened my umbrella.

"Now is the time I wished I had a car." I complained, walking towards campus.

"Hey isn't that George?"

Hearing my name, I looked around for the person who said it. Stopping I saw the girl from yesterday with two other girls. They seemed to be whispering between each other, but she looked uninterested as she continued walking towards campus.

"Hey George."

Blinking out of thought, I realized the two others were now in front of me.

"Uh hey." I said, looking between them and the girl.

"We were wondering--"

"Hold that thought I gotta go."

I rushed out, stepping around them and jogging to catch up with her.

"You're the guy who was staring at me yesterday."

I heard her say. I realized she turned around when she heard quick footsteps coming her way.

Blinking not knowing what to say, I open my mouth yet nothing came out.

"If you don't have anything to say as a rebuttal, I'd like to continue walking so I can get to class." She said, and I cleared my throat.

"Right. Uhm. Sorry about yesterday my friend and I saw that you were wearing his jersey number."

She nodded, and started walking glancing over her shoulder at me.

Taking that as a sign to follow her, I started walking alongside her.

"It was the only jersey I own, I didn't know it was an actual number for someone on the team as it was 69."

Laughing I shook my head, "Punz fought hard for that number. It took seven calls to coach, a couple boxes of chocolate, and getting on his knees begging."

She looked at me incredulously, "Are you joking?"

Chuckling I nodded.

"He only got on his knees and begged."

She laughed and shook her head, "Tell him I aspire to be as brave and dedicated as him."

"I will."

Smiling and looking down at the wet grass, pavement was soon in my line of vision.

I hadn't realized we made it to campus this quickly.

"Well it was nice talking to you George, I'm Y/N."

Before I could question how she knew my name she walked into the building. I just smiled, realizing she was dressed as Zendaya from the Met Gala.

---

(Orange) As we all walked to practice I saw someone who seemed familiar.

"Yo! That's her."

I said pointing to her, and Dream grabbed my hand pushing it down.

"Don't point it's fucking rude."

He scolded me, and I scoffed.

"Oh, Y/N is the girl that was dressed as Fubuki?"

Karl asked, I looked over at him dumbfounded.

"You know her?"

I asked loudly, and Karl shook his head.

"No, we met a couple days ago though."

"Yeah, I ran into her yesterday, and she also caught Punz staring at her in class."

"She's wearing the wiggles pajama's."

Dream pointed out, and I finally looked at her outfit.

"It looks really comfortable."

He added, and we all just watched her get in her car and leave.

---

(Red) The day of the football game everyone was either nervous or excited. For the students, it was a mix of both. For the players, they were excited.

They were hardly ever nervous, as they always won almost every game.

"Do you think Y/N will be here?"

Sapnap asked, and Punz groaned.

"Dude you haven't shut up about her since you saw her on Monday."

Sapnap shot him a glare and threw his deodorant bottle at him. Dodging it, he flipped Sapnap off while George looked between the two.

"You both are idiots."

Dream said, as he closed his locker looking at Karl who was laying down on one of the benches on his phone.

"Well aren't you at least a little curious if she is going to be here?"

Sapnap asked, and they all groaned.

"If we say yes will you shut the hell up?"

Karl said, and Sapnap frowned while George nudged his shoulder.

"Yes. But it's doubtful I heard Y/N's friends talking about how they were gonna dress and it sounded like Y/N wasn't going to come."

George said, and Dream felt a bit upset about that.

Out of all of them, Dream seemed the most disinterested in her.

---

After the game, they cheered as they beat them. It was a close game, too close for their liking but they still won. As the bleachers started clearing out, the boys ran back into the locker room.

Y/N on the other hand did show up, but she wasn't dressed like she wanted to be there. Her friends dragged her out there, literally.

She was dragged out of bed, and forced into clothes.

"Hey Y/N."

Hearing her name, she looked over and sighed when she saw her uncle calling for her and waving her over.

"Could you take this to the boys."

He said, handing her a clipboard of what looked like things the boys needed to work on.

"Be careful they may be showering so knock or yell to make sure they aren't naked."

Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off.

She regrets ever going to the same college her uncle worked at.

"We'll see you after you get done."

Her friends said, and she just rolled her eyes flipping them off. When she reached the door that led to the locker room, she heard the muffled voices of the boys. Growing curious she pressed her ear to the door, yet to no avail she heard nothing.

'I am already regretting this.' She thought to herself.

Knocking on the door, she heard the muffled voices falter for a second, before she heard footsteps approaching the door. Flinching when the door was jerked open, she cringed when an awful creaking noise was heard.

"Oh hey Y/N."

Remembering the voice, she looked up to match the voice with the face.

"Oh hey, uh.. Punz? Right?" She asked, hesitantly.

Chuckling, the boy nodded.

"That's me." He reassured.

After a deafening silence, and an awkward exchange of eye contact she cleared her throat and brought her hand up.

"Coach wanted me to give this to you."

She finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

Hearing the showers in the background, she figured the rest had left Punz to get the door while they showered.

"Oh thanks."

Blinking back into reality, she nodded finally taking notice that he was shirtless and only a towel was clinging to his hips.

"May I ask why coach sent you of all people?" He asked, eyebrows pinched in confusion.

She scratched the back of her neck, and looked every where but at him.

"It's a long story." She muttered, flustered.

Punz took notice of this quickly, and smirked. Leaning against the doorway, he crossed his arms.

"I've got time."

'Of course you do.' She thought to herself holding back an eye roll.

"Well, to summarize it to save both our time and so you can shower because you reek. Coach is my uncle. I came to this college because he worked here, and I wanted to have a familiar face in a brand new place."

She explained, while Punz cringed at the fact that he got told he smelled awful.

Running his hands through his tousled hair, he nodded.

"Good to know I can't fuck you. Coach would have my head. You're automatically going on the no list." He said, nonchalantly.

Widening her eyes at how open he was, she shook her head.

"Wouldn't want to sleep with you anyways, now shower you fucking smell."

Turning around, she began to walk away as Punz smirked watching her figure.

Looking over her shoulder, she smirked, "Congratulations on the win by the way, tell Dream I said he's hot for scoring the winning point."

Shaking his head, he turned around and shut the door pushing his tongue against the wall of his cheek.

"She's going to fucking pay."

---

(Yellow) Scoffing as I walked into the shower area, everyone turned to look at me.

"Who was at the door?"

Karl asked, and I just groaned.

"Y/N."

Stepping under the water, her words played on repeat in my head.

"Why was she here? What the hell did she want?"

Dream said, bewildered due to the fact she came to the locker room.

"Well, her uncle sent her."

"Who the fuck is her uncle?" Sapnap asked, now intrigued.

"Coach."

Was all I said, and they all snapped their heads to me.

"Dude. Do you know how bad it would've been if one of us slept with her?"

Karl said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Even more of a reason to fuck her."

I simply said, and Dream scoffed from beside me.

"Why are you scoffing? I basically told her to her face I wouldn't fuck her. Then she turned around and told me to tell you that she thought you were hot for winning the game."

I told him, and he chuckled.

"She's playing a dangerous game."

Dream muttered, and I could only agree.

"If you ask me, I think her being coach's niece is more of a reason to fuck her. It's basically risky. If coach ever found out, he'd make us run till we've thrown up. Then make us run again until we pass out. It's cliche. Almost too perfect."

George spoke up, and Sapnap just agreed by a head nod.

I sighed, after washing up and quickly dried myself off.

"You two go ahead and take that shot. I'm not running till my death."

I bluntly said, and Dream just hit my shoulder.

"Fucking the coach's niece. Doesn't it just sound fun?"

He said, and I groaned.

"Sounds like trouble to me."

"Oh come on, you're always up for a challenge."

Sapnap said, patting my shoulder and I sighed.

"Fuck it."

"But let's make this a bet. Whoever fucks her first wins."

I looked over at Karl, shocked that he was the one who even came up with the idea.

"Alright. You're on."

---

(Orange) "Why did I even agree to that stupid bet."

I muttered under my breath, walking to my morning class.

'Of course, Mrs. Cassidy would have her class at 7 am.' I thought to myself, already tired as I was up all night playing Minecraft with the others.

"Fucking hell Sap, watch where you're going."

That voice instantly took all the grogginess out of me.

'Y/N.'

Realizing what I had done, I accidentally bumped her shoulder causing her to drop whatever she was carrying.

Squatting down to help her pick it up, my eyes widened when I saw that it was her laundry basket.

Some of her clothes were still in there, while others were sprawled across the grass. Getting damp from the morning dew.

"Great. Fucking great. Now I have to rewash some of them."

She complained picking some up.

I simply stared, guilt overcoming my body.

Reaching for pieces of her clothing, I grabbed two shirts, a pair of shorts, four pairs of mated socks, and a pair of her underwear.

She didn't seem too embarrassed at the fact that I was holding her undergarments.

"Thank you." She grunted out.

"You're welcome."

I quickly stammered out.

"I really don't want to put those in with the clean ones, can you carry them to my dorm?"

Seeing her mouth move, I heard nothing.

"Hm?"

I hummed and finally snapped back into reality.

"I said, do you mind carrying those back to the dorm? Since you're the one who caused it in the first place."

Almost jumping to agree, I remembered class.

"I would, but I have to get to Mrs. Cassidy's."

I told her, and she gave me a look.

"You do remember Mrs. Cassidy won't be having class today, and won't have a sub for another two days. Right? She notified everyone through her email that she was delivering her baby."

She said, looking at me as if I were dumb.

"Well, I don't even look at my emails."

I retaliated.

She only rolled her eyes and turned on her heel walking towards her dorm.

Following in behind her, I took notice of what she was wearing.

'She looks very comfortable.'

"You look comfy."

I said, attempting to spark up a conversation as the walk would be about a 10-minute walk due to how slow she was with the basket.

"It's my pajamas, I don't have class today until 4 pm."

She explained, and I hummed.

"Also I thought the laundry mat was closed until 8 am?"

I questioned.

She glanced over her shoulder.

"Perks of your uncle having a spare key for it. I get to do it as long as I also do his laundry in return."

Shifting the articles of clothing in my arms, I nodded.

"So tell me a bit about yourself."

Startled at the sudden question, I try to think quickly.

"I'm twenty years old, a junior in college, I am from Texas, I met Dream when we were teenagers. We promised to go to the same college when we were younger. We met George a couple years later, and he decided to come to this college as an experiment for America. Punz and I met during my senior year of High school, and Karl and I met freshman year of college. We've all been inseparable since."

Even though she was in front of me, I could tell she was smiling.

"That's sweet."

She hummed out, and I grinned.

Walking into the yard of the dorms, I finally learned that Y/N's dorm was only two minutes from mine.

"Which one are you?"

"C7."

She quickly answered, attempting to fish her key out of her back pocket.

Sighing, I came up behind her, "May I? I don't want to intrude or make you uncomfortable. But I'd rather you not spill more clothes."

She looked at me for a brief second, before nodding.

Moving all the clothes carefully into my right arm, I slowly grab her waist and move her a bit closer.

I could see chill bumps appear on her neck when my breath fanned it.

"Grab the damn key already."

Her voice almost sounded as if it were desperate.

Slipping my hand into her back pocket, I grabbed the key.

She stumbled a bit, and I hooked my fingers onto the pocket pulling her back with much more force than I intended.

Feeling her slam against my chest, I grunt in slight pain and she groaned in discomfort.

"Sorry."

I whisper, and I could've sworn I heard her whine.

"Unlock the fucking door."

She breathed out, looking up at me over her shoulder.

I instantly melted, her eyes said something that I had been dying to see.

"All it took was some physical touch? Are you that touch deprived? How cute."

I tease, and she shifted whining.

"Door. Now."

Chuckling, I walk in front of her, purposefully dragging my finger across her waist and stomach before unlocking her door.

Stepping inside, she followed behind in a rush.

Basically tossing the basket on the floor near what I assumed was her room door, she turned around grabbing my hand.

Dropping the clothes on the floor, I followed her like I was a lost puppy.

Opening the door that I saw prior, she pushed me onto the bed.

"Have you had breakfast?"

She asked, and my eyes dropped down to between her legs.

"Nope."

"Good, you are now."

Groaning at the thought, I was never one to openly be a bottom but the way she took control instantly had me excited.

"Lay down."

Listening, my mouth watering I hear her shuffling and some clothes being tossed onto the floor.

Raising up on my elbows, I gawk at her.

"Stop staring and lay down."

Taking a couple of seconds to continue looking at her body, I nod and lay back down.

Feeling the bed dip under her, I finally see her crawl on top of me.

"Don't hold back either."

"Didn't plan on it."

Grinning, I playfully reach up and pinch her thigh.

She yelped and slapped my hand away, moving up and positioning herself above me.

Lowering herself onto my face, I hook my arms around her thighs to hold her down as I instantly shoot my tongue out for a taste.

"Fuck Sapnap."

She moaned.

"Sapnap."

"Sapnap."

Hearing snapping, I open my eyes and Y/N was there, looking rather annoyed.

"Are you going to get the key out or not?"

Fuck.

---

(Red) For the next few days, Y/N would purposely avoid the football team, as she heard rumors going around that she fucked them. Obviously, this wasn't true, but did they know that? No. Only her friends and she knew the truth.

She was a virgin, after all, wanting to save herself for someone special.

The boys didn't deny it, though they didn't really hear this rumor. People took this as an answer. That actually happened. Plus, the boys weren't people who would fuck and tell.

"Y/N, Punz is heading your way." Her friend warned.

Y/N glanced to her side and rolled her eyes instantly seeing that it wasn't just Punz. Karl was right behind him, following in behind.

"What do you two want?" She asked, begrudgingly.

Punz feigned hurt, while Karl just frowned at her tone.

"Well, the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to hang out one day after practice."

He said while Karl nodded in agreement. Y/N dismissed her friend, who hesitantly left.

Raising an eyebrow, she finally turned around to look at the two. Both had looks of hope on their face. She looked directly at Karl, who had surprisingly crossed his fingers.

Sighing, she shook her head and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"Fine, but hanging out. That's it."

She said, her voice strict.

Punz was about to argue, but Karl hit him in a warning and nodded his head.

"Just hanging out, that's all."

He reassured, and Y/N rolled her eyes before walking off.

"You fucking prick--"

Karl turned and quickly ran towards the exit, and football field while Punz was hot on his tail.

Bad who was there to give them their waters, looked as Punz tackled Karl to the ground.

Widening his eyes in shock, he ran over to the two trying to pry Punz off of the other.

Sapnap looked at them, with a lopsided grin amused.

George pinched the bridge of his nose, as Bad yelped when he was ripped down on the ground by Punz.

"Dream."

George said, already fed up.

Dream looked at them and walked over.

"Unless you want to run until you vomit I'd suggest you stop acting like fucking five-year-olds."

Bad looked over at him, mouth wide open.

"That means you to waterboy. Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Instantly, the three stopped and stood up. Karl had grass stains on his pants, while Punz just looked out of breath. Bad adjusted his clothes and dusted himself off.

"So?"

Sapnap finally spoke up, and Karl's eyes lit up.

"She agreed."

Karl said, and all the boys felt a heavyweight lift off their shoulders. Now they just had to execute the plan.

---

(Pink) Looking around, she debated on whether or not she should tell her friends about her date with the boys. 'Well, it's not a date.' She thought to herself, before deciding against it in case it fueled the fire of the rumors.

Deciding to just wear the outfit she wore to school, she walked out of her dorm and towards the football field. She saw some people lingering around, some just hanging out, yet there was no sign of the boys.

Sighing, she headed towards the locker room and knocked.

All the muffled voices came to a halt.

As she looked at the door, bored out of her mind George's face came into view.

"Hey, we're getting dressed. We'll be out in a moment."

As soon as George came, he left.

"Okay.."

She mumbled and turned on her heel sitting on the bench waiting for them to exit.

---

(Green) Holding back the groan, I watched as Punz stumbled around in an attempt to get dressed quickly.

"Dude, hurry the hell up she's waiting."

Sapnap rushed, while I decided to head on out. George and Karl followed in behind me.

Opening the door, I see her sitting on the bench her attention on her phone.

"I figured one of you had died, and you all mourned."

She joked, and I gave her a confused look.

"You guys took forever, and there's only three out of five of you here."

She said, motioning to the three of us.

"Punz decided it would be funny to hide Sapnap's clothes, which resulted in Punz getting Sapnap's clothes and Sapnap throwing Punz's clothes in the dirty hamper."

Karl explained, and she just gave him a bored look.

Hearing the door open, Punz and Sapnap rushed out.

"Finally." She whispered.

"What do you mean finally? This bitch caused it."

Sapnap instantly blamed Punz.

Looking at the two, I gave them a blank stare.

"I wouldn't be talking. You took forever to get a fucking key."

She snapped at him, and I looked between the two confused as to what they meant.

"Shut up. I did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Di-"

"Shut the fuck up."

George said, slapping both of his hands onto their mouths.

"Ew!"

He shrieked, pulling his hand away from Y/N's mouth.

"She licked me!"

He said wiping his hand on her shirt.

"Don't put your hand over my mouth it's as simple as that."

"Well, there is no telling where your tongue has been."

"Definitely not on your dick."

Stepping between the two, George tried to reach behind me to get to her as she gave him the middle finger.

"Alright alright, stop arguing with everyone. Let's go."

Punz said, scooping Y/N up and throwing her over his shoulder.

Yelping she basically just let it happen.

"Why are you just letting him carry you?"

Karl asked, and I glanced over at him.

"Better than walking."

She strained out, as she was basically upside down.

Karl laughed and shrugged.

---

(Red) "You two live like fucking animals."

Y/N said, looking around the dorm in disgust.

"It's his fault."

Karl pointed, and Punz put his hands up in defense.

"Well, George leaves his shit laying around as well."

Punz said, and George looked at him gobsmacked.

"Sapnap is the one who leaves his food everywhere."

George said shoving Sapnap, who glared in return.

"Don't even think about trying to put the blame on me. I clean up all of your guy's shit."

Dream stated, and Y/N just watched them bicker.

"Actually, Bad does that when he visits."

"I do it too."

He defended.

Clearing her throat, she crossed her arms.

"Can we do something? I'm tired of hearing you guys argue."

"Well, we can watch that one new movie on Netflix."

Punz suggested a devious smirk on his face.

"I swear to God if you're talking abo--"

Punz smacked his hand over George's mouth.

"Shut up." He whispered.

Rolling his eyes, they all migrated over to the sectional couch that was sat in front of their tv.

'That tv is way too big for them.'

She thought, looking at the giant tv that was mounted onto the wall.

"How did you guys even manage to mount it, and have everyone in one dorm. I thought it was two max?"

She questioned, and Karl cleared his throat.

"My dad paid."

That was all he said.

"Daddy's money."

She muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

---

(Blue) "You're fucking joking. You chose the new 365 days movie?"

"Yes, I did."

"Yes, he did."

Two voices spoke up at the same time.

Punz and Y/N.

Rolling my eyes, I sit the snack bowl down on the table and got comfortable in my seat.

Hearing my phone vibrate, along with everyone else's Y/N looked around curiously.

Seeing that Sapnap had texted the group chat, my eyes widened at the message.

"Sorry coach texted the chat about practice."

Dream easily lied.

Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)I had a wet daydream about Y/N

Simp (Purple)You what?

Fuckboy 2.0 (Yellow)I'm not shocked at all.

Dom Daddy. (Green)You decided to tell us now when she is here? And during this movie? What the hell Sap.

Actually Dumb (Blue)Was this when you took forever to get the "key"

Fuckboy 2.1 (Orange)1. Had a wet daydream about Y/N right in front of her, 2. Fuck off Punz, 3. Yes, I did, 4. Yes shut the fuck up.

"Are you guys going to just be texting the entire time?"

Y/N asked, sounding bored out of her mind.

"Someone's being bratty."

Dream said, and Y/N somewhat froze at the tone.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Fuck off."

"Only if I'm fucking you."

"Guys shut the hell up."

Sapnap looked between them all, and it was very obvious there was tension in the room. Whether it was awkward, angry, or even sexual. The sexual stood out the most, due to the movie that was on, the minor conversation that they had, and Dream's comment.

I slowly let my eyes scan Y/N, she seemed somewhat interested in the movie. But it was very obvious she was frustrated, as she kept rubbing her thighs together to cause friction.

Moving closer to her, I smirk taking notice that they were now all intrigued in the movie as another sex scene came on.

"Frustrated?"

I whispered.

Y/N's face instantly reddened, and it looked like she was internally thankful for the darkroom from the blackout curtains and every single light off.

"Yeah, now fuck off."

She said, and I rolled my eyes.

"I can help you."

This caught her attention.

"Help me?"

She whispered, clearly clueless.

"Yes, help."

"In front of everyone? They'd hear."

She muttered, looking around at everyone.

"Even more fun."

"What are you two whispering about?"

Karl asked, smirking at Y/N's flustered state.

"Y/N here is frustrated and needs help."

"Is that so Y/N? Do you need help?"

Y/N could only let out an inaudible whimper as a reply.

"Words. Use your words."

Karl said, gripping her thigh, and she nearly moaned at the touch.

'Was she really this touch deprived? Damn.'

"Yes." She replied sharply.

"Good girl."

I praised, "Hey guys, Y/N isn't feeling too well so me and Karl are gonna take her to the bedroom and make sure she is well rested."

Karl got up, picking Y/N up who hazily held onto him from the touch.

"Oh, alright."

Dream spoke up, his voice full of suspension.

Walking behind the two, I watched Y/N slightly grind herself onto Karl who only scolded her which led to her pouting.

Pushing open the door for them, Karl basically threw her on the bed, causing her to yelp.

As Karl and I watched her as if she were our food and we were her prey, she squirmed under our gaze.

"Strip."

I said huskily, and she slowly but surely started stripping off her clothes.

We watched with eager eyes, taking in her bare body.

God, she was perfect.

---

(Green) "You do realize they took her up there to fuck her, right?"

I said, and the two looked over at me shocked.

As if we talked through telepathy we all bolted up and ran up the stairs.

Barging into the room, I instantly groaned at the sight. Y/N laid there, Karl's dick in her mouth as George ate her like she was his last meal.

Y/N looked over at us with hazy eyes, that were slightly glossy due to her tears from gagging on Karl's dick.

Her whines and whimpers were muffled from Karl's dick, and she looked so needy.

Walking over I instantly fondled her boobs which caused her to arch her back up into my touch.

Leaning down, I took her left nipple into my mouth sucking on it.

One of her hands broke free from George's hair, now tangling in mine.

Punz and Sapnap seemed to have knocked themselves out of whatever trance they were in and got on the bed.

Looking up slightly, Punz had her other nipple in his mouth as Sapnap was going to town on her clit as George fingered her.

Her moans and cries were still muffled from Karl's dick, he wasn't even moving, nor was she.

He's cockwarming her.

---

(Red) Y/N was feeling herself cum for the third time, her moans drowned out as Karl's dick nestled in her throat. Groaning out, Karl tipped his head back as he felt the vibrations of her moans going through his dick.

Soon, he slightly twitched, as he let out a guttural moan releasing his cum in her throat and mouth.

Y/N choked a bit, swallowing all that she could the rest sliding down her chin.

Karl pulled out of her mouth with a pop, as he cooed down at her. Her makeup was ruined, her eyes bloodshot, and her hair now a mess.

Everyone pulled away from her, allowing her to catch her breath.

"So pretty."

Punz whispered, tracing his fingers down her body, loving the way her body erupted into goosebumps at his touch.

"You look so pretty like this."

George spoke up, her juices coating his lips from his prior events of eating her out.

She looked up at them through her eyelashes, batting them tiredly.

"You didn't think we were done did you?"

Dream asked, sharing a smirk with Sapnap, who traced all the hickeys adorning her skin.

It was noticeable who was who's.

Dream's were huge with teeth marks, George's was sloppy looking as if he were eager to leave marks on her, Sapnap's were much more hidden on the inside of her thighs as he was more gentle with her, Punz's were in the more evident areas: collarbone, jawline, and her hips, and Karl's were all over her neck.

Now it was known between the jocks that they all had their own kinks, which they were soon going to make sure she was comfortable with.

"Y/N look at me."

Karl said, and she slowly looked up at him, innocence in her eyes.

"Are you a virgin pretty girl?"

He asked ready to get rid of the elephant in the room.

Everyone looked at her expectantly.

Squirming under their gaze, she felt her stomach erupt in butterflies.

Slowly nodding her head, she looked away shyly.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, all of them sharing a look: jealousy.

All because they knew one of them was going to be the one to take her virginity away.

"Who do you want to take it?"

Sapnap asked, sharing glances with everyone.

Y/N looked around, raising up into a sitting position. She nervously picked at her nails, shrugging.

Dream chuckled dryly at this, gripped her throat, and grabbed her hair to make her look up at him.

"You need to choose cupcake. Or else we're gonna fight over it."

He warned her, and she looked up at him with blown-out pupils.

"Sapnap."

That was all she said, and Sapnap almost yelled out in celebration.

"Before that happens, we'd like to do much more to you."

Punz licked his lips as he spoke, and Y/N felt herself getting wet at the thought.

Before she could do anything, Dream slammed her down by her throat smirking down at her.

"We want to know boundaries, we all have variations of kinks. Let us know when to stop. Choose a safe word."

He explained, his hand moving from her throat to rest on her cheek.

She slowly nodded, letting his words sink in.

"Uhm... Apple..?"

She said as if she were unsure.

"Okay, and choose another word so we can check up on you to make sure you're okay. This word will let us know you're still able to continue."

Y/N looked up in thought and grinned.

"Five. Since there are five of you."

She said with a small shrug, and Karl grinned.

"That's cute."

He hummed, letting his hand rest on her thigh.

"Now that that's out of the way, my turn."

Karl giggled, feeling excited as everyone backed away to watch.

"I'll be right back."

Before Y/N could question it, the boys all looked at each other knowing exactly what Karl was getting.

It surprised them, as Karl never did this with anyone. Only fantasied, he had told them he'd only do it when he found 'the one'.

Walking back in, Y/N wasn't able to see the object he was holding.

"Karl, are you sure?"

George asked, and he widened his eyes at the look on Karl's face. Pure bliss.

"Alright, are you able to look at blood?"

Karl asked her innocently, and Y/N nodded slowly.

Karl crawled on top of her, smirking showing her the object finally.

Gasping Y/N felt her stomach churn in excitement and arousal.

A knife.

"Word?"

He asked, using the knife to trail down her body making sure not to cut her in the process.

"Five."

Groaning, Karl kissed her hips before bringing the knife to them.

Moving her on her side, he gripped the knife, and carefully marked her skin with a simple, yet sloppy 'KJ'.

Y/N flinched, gripping the closet thing to her, which was Punz's thigh.

Digging her nails into the skin, she hissed at the burning sensation.

Blood trickled down her thigh, and Karl simply used the knife to lap it up.

The others watched, as Karl cleaned her wound, making sure the bleeding stopped.

There was now a visible, "KJ" on her hip and it made Karl giddy.

"Believe it or not cupcake, but Karl is actually a virgin too."

This caught her attention, and she looked back at Karl, who looked like he was about to combust.

"Your turn is up, move."

Punz said, and Karl glared.

"Please Y/N."

Karl pleaded, his voice sounding so desperate and whiny.

Y/N rolled over and grabbed his face slamming her lips onto his.

He could still somewhat taste himself as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth.

Now she knew why he was always so desperate to be around her.

Karl only whimpered against her lips, before she slowly pulled away.

"Please take it, they make fun of me every chance they get. Please I'm sick of it. I need you."

His voice was so whiny, that it went up a couple octaves.

Y/N felt some kind of power over him, she could barely touch him and he'd melt instantly.

"Gotta wait your turn, pretty boy, I'll take your virginity after Sapnap takes mine. Deal?"

She said, purring slightly.

Karl's eyes rolled back at the mere thought and nodded being slightly impatient.

Sapnap took this as a hint and instantly was by her.

"Are you sure about this? Because once I start there is no going back."

He warned, and Y/N slowly nodded her head.

"I'm sure."

That was enough for Sapnap to grab her hips, purposefully digging his nails into the carving in her skin and flipping her over onto her stomach.

Y/N yelped at the pain in her hips, knowing she'd had a bruise from his grip.

"I'm going to be gentle at first."

He reassured her, pressing on her back so it would arch.

Karl watched, mesmerized at the scene unfolding in front of him.

The others only scoffed at how nice Sapnap was playing. They knew he was a dick in bed.

Grabbing his dick, he slapped against her clit every now and then hoping she was prepped enough so it wouldn't hurt as much.

Slowly, he pressed the tip inside and Y/N shuddered, letting a whimper fall out.

Easing into her, he finally bottomed out and Y/N had tears streaming down her face from the mixture of the: burning, the pain from her hymen tearing, his nails digging into the fresh wound, and the pleasure.

After a while, Sapnap rocked his hips and Y/N moaned out, and something inside Sapnap snapped.

All the gentleness was thrown out of the window as he started slamming into her ruthlessly.

Y/N was now a screaming mess, which was cut short as George put two of his fingers inside of her mouth to quiet her down so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

Pulling her hips up a bit, she lurched forward as he hit a certain spot. Sapnap smirked and continued to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again.

"You on the pill?"

He groaned out, sweat falling down his forehead.

Not able to form words, she nodded quickly as her cum milked his cock.

Sapnap groaned loudly as he spilled his seed inside of her, thrusting into her helping them both ride out their highs.

Finally, he pulled out and Y/N fell to the bed breathing heavily.

Sapnap chuckled and softly spanked her ass before gripping it and spreading her cheeks spitting.

Y/N whined at the feeling and looked up at George who now pushed his fingers down her throat to hear her gag.

Smirking in satisfaction after hearing her gag, he pulled his fingers out smearing her saliva onto her own face.

Karl grabbed ahold of her torso and lifted her up onto his lap, and she rested her head against his shoulder already looking fucked out.

"My turn."

He whispered in her ear, as he easily slipped inside of her.

Karl was much bigger than Sapnap, and he reached deeper inside of her in this position.

Karl and Y/N both whimpered at the feeling, and Karl's cheeks flushed red at the sensation.

"Fuck."

Punz said, taking a quick photo of the scene.

Rocking her hips, Y/N started to ride Karl who whimpered and whined underneath her.

Y/N was obviously a moaning mess at this point, and she leaned her head back in ecstasy.

Taking this as an invitation Karl started attacking her neck again, as he whined into her ear.

"M' close.."

He whined out to her, and she nodded in agreement fastening her pace.

"Cum with me pretty boy."

That and the fact that he was mixing his cum with Sapnap's was enough to make him explode inside of her. Y/N shivered at the feeling, quickly milking his dick shortly after.

Putting her hands on his shoulder, she raised up off of him as his and Sapnap's cum leaked down her thighs making a mess.

"Such a messy girl."

She heard before she was grabbed by the throat and slammed back down onto the bed beside Karl.

She instantly knew who it was by the voice and gesture.

"Dream."

She mewled, looking up at him with swollen lips.

He groaned at the sight and smirked.

"Look at how much of a cum slut you are."

He tutted, bringing his hand down and raking some of the mixed cum onto his fingers.

"Open."

He demanded, and Y/N obeyed opening her mouth as he put his fingers in her mouth.

Y/N began to clean off his fingers, enjoying the taste of their cum.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you won't be able to fuck the other two. They'll just have to use you as a cum dump."

He growled out, biting her ear harshly.

Y/N's eyes rolled back before Dream rammed into her causing her to let out a choked scream.

He was basically ripping her in half.

Nor did he care to give her time to adjust, he was ramming into her so fast.

"Damn Dream, built up frustration?"

George joked, and Dream ignored him throwing one of her legs over his shoulder and pounding into her, his grip on her throat tightening.

Y/N started clenching down on him, which caused him to falter slightly.

"Keep doing that and this won't last as long as I hoped for."

He warned, and slapped her clit harshly.

Instantly she saw stars, her mouth falling agape as a silent scream came out, pleasure taking over her body.

"Fuck dude, look at her."

Sapnap said, and everyone watched as her face scrunched up.

"Fuck!"

She yelled out hoarsely, as she squirted on Dream.

"Holy shit dude!"

Punz gawked at the sight, and it looked like Dream was nowhere close to being finished.

How he had this much stamina beats them, he was always the first to stop running during practice.

"Poor baby squirted all over me. You're so messy."

He said, slapping her face as he moved his hand down slapping her tit as well.

Y/N was quickly becoming overstimulated and tried to push him away.

Dream gave Karl one look and in an instant, Karl had her hands pried down onto the bed.

"You're going to take it. You asked for it."

He grunted out, feeling himself coming closer to his edge.

Clenching around him again, Dream cursed under his breath as he felt himself cum inside of her.

Riding out his high he made Y/N cum once more, and they both winced at the overstimulation.

Pulling out of her Dream saw his cum leaking out of her, and he glared as he pushed it right back into her with his fingers.

"Who's next?"

Sapnap asked, looking between Punz and George.

"I'd rather fuck her ass than anything."

Punz admitted, and George put his hands up.

"I'm already drained from making myself cum twice at that."

Dream rolled his eyes, and tapped her thigh.

"Are you okay with Punz doing anal with you?"

He asked tentatively, and Y/N slowly nodded not trusting her voice.

"This one will hurt more than losing your actual virginity."

Dream told her, caressing her cheek.

She only whimpered as Punz carefully brought her to the edge of the bed, flipping her back over.

"Go easy on her."

Karl murmured, and Punz rolled his eyes as if that were obvious.

"I'd rather not cause her too much pain."

After hearing this, Dream handed Punz the bottle of lube that was kept in George's room.

Opening the bottle he squirted some onto her, and she whined at the coolness of it.

Rubbing it in, Punz reached forward demanding her to spit.

Lubing up his dick, he slowly entered her giving her a resting spot every now and then.

After minutes of pure pain, he finally bottomed out.

Y/N was gripping onto Sapnap's thighs roughly, which he didn't mind.

Dream sat beside her, rubbing her cheek helping distract her from the pain.

Nodding, Dream smiled slightly.

"Okay, you can move."

He encouraged Punz, and Dream grabbed her hand leading it down her body to her clit to help rub herself.

Moaning out, Punz snapped his hips into hers, and Y/N's eyes closed tightly digging her nails into the other's thighs possibly drawing blood.

"Fuck it's so tight."

Punz muttered, pounding into her at a slow pace.

Karl was leaving kisses down her back, helping her through it while George watched with envy.

It didn't take long for Y/N to cum from Dream's fingers on her clit as her hand had gone back to Sapnap's thigh.

Clenching around nothing, Punz felt the movement and groaned as he filled her ass with his cum.

Pulling out, Y/N fell against the bed and everyone watched her.

"Fuck it. One more."

George said, slipping into her, spreading her legs slightly.

Y/N was already sensitive and not able to move, so she laid flat, allowing George to fuck her.

Looking up at Dream with pleading eyes, he sighed giving in as he tapped her mouth. She opened it eagerly as Dream slid his dick into it.

Allowing her to cockwarm him, George kept his rhythm even and gentle.

Y/N moved her tongue around the shaft of his dick, hallowing her cheeks as she maintained eye contact with Punz.

"Fuck don't look at me like that."

Hearing a guttural groan, George came inside of her and pulled out before he ushered Karl over to look at the mess they all created.

Dream leaned his head back as he came down her throat, and pulled out watching her swallow it all.

"That's so hot."

Sapnap mumbled, and they all got up looking at the mess of a girl.

Everyone took pictures of her, especially of her ass and pussy that were leaking with their cum.

"You look exhausted."

Karl pointed out, and Y/N attempted to laugh.

"I am."

She said, barely above a whisper.

"That sucks because we aren't through with you."

[kingsleywrites]

How They Would React To Seeing Your Top-Surgery Scars

Characters: Tommyinit (Platonic), Tubbo (Platonic), Wilbur (geared towards romantic), Dream (geared towards romantic), Technoblade (Platonic or Romantic)

Fluff

A/N: For whatever reason my mind has only been giving me angst ideas like I like angst but I need some fluff 💀🤚

Y/N will be used (Meaning your name)

CW: swearing

This can be for anyone who has gotten top surgery and needs comfort about their scars (your beautiful no matter what <;3)

Tommy:

When he first sees your scars it doesn't really register in his mind that they are your top surgery scars

He just thinks that they are just scars that you've gotten in one of the countless battles

He definitely thinks they're super cool and asks you a bunch of questions about them.

"Hey Y/N- Woah! Where did you get those scars! These are cool as fuck!"

He would try and start guessing where you got them.

"Did you get them while in the nether? Was there a Piglin that tried to fight you and then they cut you with their tusks? Oh! Did you duel with Dream? or Techno? Did you kick their asses?"

You'd probably have to calm him down and explain to him that you didn't get into a fight and you just got them from top surgery

He would be very understanding of your situation, though he would apologize for jumping to conclusions.

He immediately wants to know if you have other scars and what the stories behind them are.

If you have more and decide to show them to him, he would listen very intently to the stories, and he finds the battles that you've been through (even if they aren't that big) very interesting.

If you have no other scars or you don't want to show him your other scars he is perfectly okay with that, even offering to show you his scars to make you feel better, telling you how he got each of them in a way that makes it interesting to listen too.

"And this one I got from when me and Tubbo were sparring, he felt so bad that he was apologizing for what felt like hours!"

If he ever felt that you were uncomfortable about the topic he would ask if you wanted to change it to make you feel more comfortable.

Overall he just wants to make you feel happy by saying "Hey, it's normal to have scars, and yours are just as valid as any others."

Tubbo:

When he first saw your scars he was really concerned and started panicking asking you a whole bunch of questions

"Y/N, do you wanna- Oh my god! Are you okay? Where did you get these from? Did someone hurt you? You can tell me but I swear if it was Sapnap or something me and Tommy will literally kick his ass!"

After calming him down and explaining to him that no one hurt you and these scars are from your top surgery

He would apologize for jumping to conclusions but he would be a little confused at first, I don't think that he would know a ton about the LGBT community so he would need a little clarification.

"Uh, I'm sorry if i'm overstepping your boundaries and you don't have to answer this if you're uncomfortable but, could you explain to me what top surgery is?"

After knowing exactly what top surgery is he would immediately ask if there's any way that he can help.

Want to try and fade the scars? Words of affirmation about how having these scars make you human or how your struggles are just as valid as anyone else's? Or even if you just want a hug, he'll find some kind of way that he can help you feel comfortable.

Tubbo really just wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin even if he is a little new to the whole LGBT community and how to help.

Wilbur:

Wilbur doesn't bring up your scars unless you come and talk to him about it first.

He starts to check up on you more and more.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing? Everything is alright right?"

Just little check ups until you're ready to tell him about it.

If he ends up seeing your scars more than once he might bring it up at that point.

"Hey, um, what are those scars on your chest, if you don't mind me asking?"

Once you tell him that they're your top surgery scars he pulls you into a hug and assures you that he will always love and care about you no matter what.

Basically he will just praise the hell out of you, tell you how amazing you are, how brave you are for going through the surgery, how pretty and handsome and beautiful and cute you are.

Every time he walks by you he will just give you a kiss on the head as reassurance

He never wants you to feel like you are a burden

He will go to Fundy for advice on how to help and if there is anything that he should do to comfort you further.

Just a sweet guy who wants you to feel loved and appreciated.

Dream:

First thought is that someone hurt you and he wants to know who so he can kill the fucker

"Hey Y/N- what happened? No, No it isn't nothing, what happened. It matters because who every hurt you will have about five seconds to count their fucking blessings before I kill them."

You being you might respond with something snarky like "hey the doctor who gave me top surgery shouldn't die, I'm living my best life because of them!"

To which he responds with a mental facepalm and he gives you a hug

He just wants to protect you and sometimes takes it too far

Your chest becomes his new favorite part about you

Every time he gets the chance he will give you a kiss to remind you how much he cares

Cuddling where his head is buried in your chest? Expect him to be kissing your chest till one of y'all falls asleep.

"What? Can I not kiss my beautiful lover and give them all of the love they deserve?"

Technoblade:

Like Wilbur, Techno won't bring your scars up unless you make conversation about it

The difference is, He won't bring it up no matter how many times he sees your scars

I feel like with how many battles Techno had been in he has his own collection of scars some of which he would like to fade away and to never be talked about or brought into existence again.

So he won't talk till you want to talk

Once you do tell him he would say something like:

"Oh that's what those are? Yeah I've seen them before."

When questioning why he didn't say anything he would say something along the lines of:

"We all have our own scars, some you can see, some you can't, some you're fine with the world seeing and some you wish that they would disappear because they remind you of something that you want to block out and forget entirely. I've had my fair share of scars that should fade away just like those painful memories. I would hate to bring you back to a place that you wanted to forget."

As for comfort, he isn't too big on it, not because he doesn't want to give it to you but because he doesn't know how, maybe the occasional word or words of affirmation or hugs when you need them, but anything else and he would need Phil's help on what to do.

He is a great listener though, so if you ever need to vent he'll be the guy to go to.

Techno is just a piglin with a soft heart for you and he would hate to make you uncomfortable.

*****

Another one done! My apologies if this isn't the best I have never done headcanons before so this was new to me. I also tried to keep it gender neutral as I know not only trans males get top surgery so I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible so I'm sorry if things are too geared towards trans males.

Word Count: 1255

[basilly]

dad ! || mcyts instagram

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream:

"my little angel"

sapnap:

"like father, like son- drippy."

george:

"y/n said its too early to teach her how to read, i disagree"

karl:

"she's already got me wrapped around her little finger"

quackity:

"best moment for a toddler- and their dad"

wilbur:

"to many more sunsets"

[sabinanotfound]

boba shop

pairing: dream x reader

cw: none

request: maybe something about becoming friends with dream through streaming and stuff and slowly developing a crush on him, but you think dnf is like a real thing (kinda like wilbur did) so you have no chance? and then talking to dream one day and realising that it's just all fun and games and they're not actually together? then maybe reader confesses or something?

a/n: short and terrible but I want to write this request :] 0.6k words

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“Hey dream?” you slightly nudged to blond with your toe, making him look up from his phone. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.” He sat up, visibly intrigued by your suggestion. After thinking for a second, he snapped his fingers having an “eureka!” moment. 

“let’s get boba!” he suggested excitedly and you joined in, nodding your head in agreement. Both of you got up and a few minutes later you were in dream’s car driving to the local boba shop. It was open despite the late hour and to your surprise a few friends of yours were there, too. 

George noticed you first, and then sapnap and the others. You waved at them with a smile, and soon after both of you joined their table with bobas in hand. 

“Soooo…” George asked, with an undertone you couldn’t quite determine the meaning of. “Were you two on a daaaate?” oh my god. You quickly looked away when your cheeks began tinting a slight pink. 

“Nah, we were just bored and decided to get boba,” dream said nonchalantly, and seeing his calm reaction you sadly looked away at his words knowing your feelings would never be reciprocated. “I am glad you guys were here!” you had been crushing on dream since both of you met through streaming. It had been a year or so and you hadn’t found the courage to tell him. 

They started talking about streaming stuff but you weren’t listening until sapnap elbowed your side, making you wince in pain. He could go overboard with these things sometimes. “What do you think about this, y/n?”

“Uhhh… yes.” You replied, not wanting them to think you weren’t listening. All of them started laughing while you looked at them with confusion. “What? What did I say?”

“We were talking about dnf and how the media is gushing over us.” You had always wondered if that was true, but you never asked anyone, afraid they would think of your question as an invasion of their privacy. “And we asked your opinion about it, and you just said yes.” He said between laughs. 

“Fantasizing about someone, are we?” quackity piped in, wiggling his eyebrows. You quickly retorted. 

“No, no! I am really supportive of dream and George that’s why!” everyone shared looks, and started laughing so hard you were sure they had abs at this point. 

“y-y/n,” Karl said, wiping tears of laughter. “Has no one told you dnf wasn’t real?” now that was a relief. You had thought dream was into George, which broke you heart at the time. But this was just hilarious. You started laughing not only because of your naivety, but also because of relief. 

“oh boy, you are going to be teased for the remainder of your life, y/n.” dream said, finally calming down after the laughing died down. You looked away bashfully as another discussion about something started. But you weren’t listening again. Finally, you thought you had a chance with dream!

Some time later, when the shop started closing everyone slowly left, leaving only the two of you. You thought, now or never. Here goes everything. 

“dreamidontknowhowtotellyoubutilikeyouverymuch.” You blurted out (just like harry in ootp). He looked at you as he processed your words. 

“really?” you nodded, avoiding all eye contact and looking everywhere but his face. 

“um it’s okay if you don’t like me back I just couldn’t keep it in anymore-“ he cut you off by kissing your cheek and smirking. 

“are you free on Saturday? I’ll pick you up at five.” And with a wink he left you there standing with crimson cheeks and a dazzled expression. 

[aisharain]

Yaaaay! Dreamnoblade week has begun! Thanks to @citrus-blade for the ideas and inspiration!

Also… get ready for boring drawings on a gray background. (o_ _)ﾉ

Day 1 - Tiny dragon Dream

[scoops404]

Gorgeous art by @Ghostbreeze_ over on Twitter

A scene from chapter five of “Deep in the Dream of a Game”

Link here and posted with permission :)))

[polinamory]

Just a piece of my daydreaming

tw blood torture and mention of death

At some point, Dream began to pray. There was simply nothing else to do. God's alms are his last hope. He did not even ask for release or an end to the torture. He didn't ask for food or sunlight. Dream didn't need it anymore.

He asked for death.

Any. Dream himself believed that he did not deserve a painless death. Sometimes in his prayers he wished for a knife or a sword. At least one piece of glass. Not that Dream thought he would be able to kill himself, but he wouldn't give up the right to try.

More often than not, he whispered prayers at the end of Quackity's visits.

"I wish I could bleed to death."

Then Dream tried to look as non-painful as possible, so that Quackity would think that he could stand it more. To deliver a blow that he couldn't survive. So that he doesn't have time to run to the bars for regeneration potions and a bucket of cold water.

Coming back from the dead is the worst feeling of all. When Dream was already mentally saying goodbye to everyone and allowed himself a slight smile, thinking that it was over, but then he woke up screaming on the floor again, in a puddle of water, blood and potions. And then Quackity punished him for it. Quackity did not give permission to die.

Another unpleasant experience is getting lost in days. When he lost consciousness in the process of another torture, and woke up when the bars were lowered again and Quackity started a new one.

[the-final-sif]

So when are Dream and George gonna stop queerbaiting and admit they’re mated we all know unmated omegas can’t actually get visas those antidiscrimination policies don’t actually work

First off, real people don't queerbait. Second off, when you've got enough money you can get a VISA into the US. I know everyone thinks unmated Omegas can't get anywhere, but Taylor Swift hasn't had any issues getting around and everyone knows she doesn't have a mark on her neck. I do think discrimination against unmated omegas is a real issue, particularly in immigration, but we have to remember that money talks.