Harry Potter Masterlist

harry potter masterlist

draco malfoy

￫ hate (?)

￫ our spot

￫ lost & found

￫ 8 letters

￫ the bet

￫ attraction

￫ marked

harry potter

￫ too late

￫ proud

￫ obliviate

￫ drabble #1

ron weasley

￫ drabble #1

￫

hermione granger

￫ happy (pansmione)

￫ drabble #1

fred weasley

￫ color

￫ polaroids

george weasley

￫ saved the night

￫ pumpkins

neville longbottom

￫

cedric diggory

￫ neglect

pansy parkinson

￫ happy (pansmione)

￫ traitor

james potter

￫ happier

￫ protection

sirius black

￫ betrayal

￫ heartbreak

remus lupin

￫ insecurites & cuddles

lily evans

￫

julie and the phantoms masterlist

reggie

￫ forever & always

￫ reggie’s girl , reggie’s girl 2 

￫ touch

luke

￫

alex

￫

julie

￫

reggie’s girl (2) [reggie]

word count: 2.0k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader, slight bobby shaw x fem!reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst

a/n: okay so i got this idea and had to write it asap so here’s the bonus to my first post! (here’s that post)

request: once again, inspired by this post by @bestdressedandstressed

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you smiled at your reflection, satisfied with the outfit you’d picked out for the night’s festivities. the boys had a big performance today, and luke claimed it was their ticket to playing the orpheum - how true that was, you didn’t know. you hoped so, it was their dream and with the way the band was blowing up, it certainly wasn’t out of the question for their futures.

you moved over to your vanity, picking up the necklace reggie had given you for your six month anniversary. it was a simple heart shape, with a small engraving on the back. ‘my girl’. he told you that as long as you wore it, he’d always be with you. naturally, you wore it everyday.

some may think it was weird or possessive of him to deem you as ‘his girl’, but really it was never the case. when your relationship started, you’d gone from a loser nobody to one of the most popular girls in school, all because you were known as reggie's girl. you didn’t mind it anyways, you loved being reminded that he was yours and you were his, completely.

clasping the necklace on tight, you pulled on reggie's infamous leather jacket (which you may or may not have stolen), and slipped out the door, waving your parents goodbye as you began the short walk to bobby’s garage, where you knew the guys would be warming up and practicing for their big night.

you didn’t bother knocking when you heard the intense sound of drums spilling out from the garage, laughing quietly to yourself at the lack of peace their neighbours must get. you pulled open the door, sliding through and quickly shutting it behind you. you turned, expecting to see all the boys mid-song, only to find alex and luke shredding by themselves. alex seemed to notice your presence then, halting his movements and waving, catching luke’s attention too.

“hey y/n!” alex called, and luke nodded in acknowledgment, and you smiled, greeting them both. you looked around, seeing bobby scribbling something down on a piece of paper while sat on the couch with reggie nowhere to be found.

“hey, where’s reg-” you started, before hearing a cry of distress coming from the loft. you looked at the boys in pure confusion, before luke scoffed.

“he can’t find his special jacket.” he replied, answering your unasked question. luke’s eyes slid down your figure, rolling his eyes. “i told him you’d have it.” he grumbled, directing alex to start over their song once again.

you shook your head, moving over to the ladder and climbing up, seeing reggie in a disheveled state. he looked panicked and as adorable as you found him, you felt a little guilty knowing this was your fault. he hadn’t noticed you yet, so you slowly walked over, careful not to make a sound.

you learned over his shoulder, whispering a quiet “boo!”. he jumped and squealed, launching himself forward and hitting a box they’d kept a bunch of junk in. reggie’s expression looked like a deer caught in the headlights as he processed what happened, and when his eyes fell on you he pouted. you burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself. reggie huffed, before he seemed to remember what he was doing and jumped up.

“oh my gosh, y/n! you’re here! quick, help me look for my jacket! you know i can’t play a show without you having it on, it’ll be bad luck! ugh, i don’t know where it could be, i’ve looked everywhere!” reggie babbled, frantically spinning around and searching for the leather fabric. 

you giggled quietly, tugging gently on his sleeve to catch his attention. he looked at you and frowned, upset you weren't helping him before you raised your arm, showing him the sleeve that was just a little bit too long for you. his face lit up, and you couldn't help but smile.

“you found it!” he exclaimed, surging forward and wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting and spinning you around in glee. you laughed happily, your mind clouded with him and him only. when your feet touched the ground, you leaned in, connecting your lips passionately.

little did you know, there were a pair of eyes glaring daggers at the two of you. bobby’s fists were clenched to the point of turning white watching the two of you laughing happily together, not a care in the world. he wanted to be in reggie’s place, you were the perfect girl and he was unbelievably jealous you weren’t his.

he didn’t ask to feel this way of course, reggie was one of his best friends - his brother even. if he could forget all about his feelings for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. not only was he lying to the people he called a family, every time he saw you two together, it felt like a stab to the chest. he was sure he was in love with you - of course, you’d never feel the same. you were so in love with reggie, and everyone, even those who didn’t know you, could tell immediately upon seeing the two of you together.

“alright love birds, as much as i love gagging at your disgusting signs of affection, can we please get back to rehearsal? we have a show tonight!” luke called, breaking the two (three, actually - unknowingly including bobby) out of their stupor. you giggled, pecking reggie once more before climbing down the ladder with him following closely behind. 

you situated yourself on the couch while the boys took their places and you watched as they started up their set for the night, soon falling asleep listening to them play (which may seem impossible, but you’ve spent so many nights with them you’ve become immune).

you awoke an hour or so later to reggie gently shaking you awake, telling you it's time to head to the venue. you happily took his offered hand and stood up, not letting go and allowing him to pull you out of the garage. you all packed into bobby’s parents’ van (you made a mental note to thank them for lending it later), and took off.

you arrived shortly after, and the boys rushed inside, apparently late. you shook your head at them, of course they’d be late to one of their biggest gigs yet. you walked slowly behind them, not bothering to follow them into the chaos they were undoubtedly dealing with right now. you instead walked over to a girl who was cleaning the tables, and made some small conversation. she was nice enough, and the two of you got along fairly well.

the guys set up their instruments on the stage (mostly helping alex) and soon enough began practicing once again. you bid farewell to the girl you met, not wanting to keep her from work for too long. you made your way to the large clear doors, and peaked out to see the long line of mostly girls waiting outside the venue, smiling proudly. you hoped this night went perfectly, the guys worked so hard and deserved this.

before you knew it, the line began to be let in and you made your way to the front, where you always stood. this spot was perfect for reggie’s vision from the stage, and after the one time you made the mistake of standing in the back and freaking him out (thinking you’d been kidnapped or something), you decided staying in one spot always was probably the safest bet.

you made small talk with the same girl from before until you noticed the lights dim, and began cheering - the crowd following suit. due to your proximity, you could faintly make out the four moving shapes crossing the stage, and you bounced on the balls of your feet in anticipation. sure, you listened to their music multiple times a day, but seeing them in front of a crowd was a totally different experience and you couldn’t have been prouder of them.

the spotlight flicked onto luke, and he waved to the crowd, earning another cheer. he smirked at the other boys, before strumming his guitar and beginning their opening song. you enjoyed the concert, singing the lyrics along with the fans in the crowd, dancing with the people next to you and having the time of your life.

you perked up when you heard the familiar guitar tune of the next song, and you shot your head up at reggie, who only winked at you. they hadn’t told you they were playing your favourite song of theirs, now or never. this was definitely reggie’s doing - still, you felt yourself blushing and shook your head. how this boy still made you feel this way after so long was beyond you.

when his solos hit, he made sure to hold eye contact with you the whole time, and you were sure you heard some “awe’s” from the crowd. you paid them no mind though, and kept your eyes on him the whole time. you couldn’t explain the pride in your chest watching him and the guys live out their dreams, and you were so grateful they let you into their lives to be there when it all happened.

bobby made sure to scan the crowd as he sang, ‘accidentally’ passing over you each time - much to his disappointment (but not surprise), your eyes were glued to reggie. it hurt seeing it, but he knew the two of you were happy and that was all that mattered. or at least he kept telling himself that. he tried not to think about you as he played, but you were always there - every rehearsal, every show. it was nearly impossible to dissociate you with his music.

the set ended in a huge eruption of cheers and claps, and still, you were sure you were the loudest of them all. the guys all stepped forward, taking a bow and soaking in the energy of the show, before making their way backstage. you quickly followed, flashing the security guard your pass before running after them.

“reggie!” you called, and he turned just in time to catch you throwing yourself at him in a huge hug. he laughed, squeezing you back just as tightly and sighing in content. you pulled away to look at his face, gently brushing his sweaty hair out of his face. “that was amazing.” you whispered lovingly, never breaking eye contact. you leaned in, pecking him quickly - you were still aware the other guys were in the room.

“hell yeah it was amazing! did you see the crowd? and this is only the beginning. imagine the orpheum!” luke exaggerated, earning whoops from the other guys. you quickly broke from reggie’s embrace, making your way over and hugging alex, then luke and bobby.

“seriously guys, that was probably one of the best shows you’ve done. they loved you! your hardwork is really paying off.” you complimented, and alex came over, ruffling your hair. you pouted at this, causing them all to laugh at you and reggie came behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

“you really think so?” he asked quietly, and you nodded confidently. he smiled bigger at this, turning and leaving a small kiss on your neck before standing up straight. “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m starving. let’s go eat!” everyone agreed, and with an arm around your waist, reggie guided you out of the building through the back door. you laughed as you were climbing into the van, but noticed bobby was nowhere to be seen.

“i’ll be right back guys!” you said before running back, peaking your head in the door to see bobby staring off, lost in thought. “bobby?” you called, and he flinched, turning towards you. “you coming?”

he shook his head, clearing his thoughts before nodding. “i’ll be right out, just grabbing some water.” he confirmed, and you smiled at him, closing the door and heading back to the van to wait with the other boys.

bobby stood in the rec room with a sigh, mentally slapping himself for the giddy feeling in his chest when you smiled at him and came looking for him. he had to remind himself it was nothing. you were friends. you had a boy who you loved very much and he cared for you equally as much, if not more. you were and always would be reggie’s girl, and bobby had to accept that.

coding [georgenotfound]

pairing: georgenotfound x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: you're struggling to pass your simple coding course, while he happens to be a coding master.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: got inspired by all the dt content we got today!

tw: swearing, school

“y/n, i’d like to speak with you after class.” the words no student ever wants to hear. you forced a smile, nodding to your teacher who looked mildly disappointed in your abilities, or in your case, lack thereof.

if only you hadn’t been late to school on the day you were meant to sign up for courses, maybe you would’ve gotten into the courses you’d actually be good at. unfortunately for you, the odds were not in your favour, and you’d ended up in the last class you wanted to take. computer science.

it wasn’t to say the class wasn’t interesting, no, it was. it just wasn’t your forte. coding and scripting, all of the combinations you should know seemed to jumble together, and you couldn’t write a basic program. easy to say, you were failing. hence why you were hanging back by the teacher’s desk as your peers filed out of the room.

“y/n, i’m sure you’re aware as to why you’re here.” your teacher spoke, and you sighed, nodding. he pinched his noise in slight frustration, pausing for a moment before returning his gaze to you. “i know you’re a good student. excelling in every course, except this one. mind filling me in on why?”

you shuffled under his pressing gaze, swallowing hard. “i try, i really do. it just.. doesn’t make sense to me. at all.” you admitted, rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself from the stress-inducing situation.

“have you considered switching courses?” he asked, kindly. he wasn’t one of those dreadful i-hate-kids-why-did-i-become-a-teacher sort of instructor, moreso the kind that would checkup on students, freely give extensions, and genuinely enjoys his job.

“all other classes during this period are full.” you explained, and he sighed, eyes glancing to his monitor screen, where an open copy of one of your previous assignments laid.

“i’m going to be honest with you, y/n. if you keep submitting work like this, i’m going to have no choice but to fail you. you didn’t even attempt half the questions. i know you’re struggling, but i want to help you get through this course, without ruining your gpa too much.” he spoke softly, and you inhaled shakily, the realization of failure dawning on you. your teacher noticed, standing up and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“i’ve made up an easier version of this assignment. if you can get through it, i’ll replace the grade of your first assignment with this one, and it’ll raise your grade significantly.” he handed you a paper with instructions, and you gulped as you skimmed through, knowing you likely wouldn’t be able to do any of this. “i can’t help you with it, but i also can’t stop you from getting other help, should you need it.” he winked, and dismissed you. you thanked him, gathering your things and leaving, heading straight for the library.

you huffed, sitting down at one of the many school computers and logged in, bringing up the necessary programs. you ended up typing in random sequences you remembered from class, and sighed when you reread your work, completely unsure of whether what you were doing was even close to right. you groaned quietly, placing your head in your hands.

“uh, excuse me?” a voice called from behind you, and you turned, quirking a brow in question. “is this computer taken? all the other ones are full.” he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. you glanced around, seeing the other computers were, in fact, taken.

“it’s not taken, you can sit.” you smiled, grabbing the pile of your things you’d placed in front of said computer and placing them on the ground by your feet. he thanked you, sitting down and logging into his own account.

the two of you didn’t talk after that, simply tuning into your respective screens. you continued fumbling with various codes, eventually getting frustrated. clearly you weren’t hiding it well, because the boy next to you looked at you strangely, before deciding to mind his business and leave you be.

once you decided enough was enough, you leaned back into the hard plastic chair, stretching your arms. your eyes glanced over to the screen of the boy next to you, and you gasped, eyes wide. you caught his attention, him turning to see what caused your sudden surprise. he didn’t expect you to be looking at his screen.

you leaned forward, swiftly turning his monitor to face you, eyes dancing over the hundreds of words in the language of code on his screen. “holy shit, this is insane!” you whispered, and he flushed, embarrassed by your sudden compliment.

“uh, thanks?” he muttered, running a hand through his messy brown hair. you blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of how strange you must sound at that moment, and retracted back into your seat, clearing your throat.

“i, uh.” you stuttered, and then sighed, offering him an awkward smile. “sorry, uh. it’s just i’m taking computer science, well, failing computer science, actually.” you frowned, gesturing to your screen, before continuing. “but anyways, nothing we do is like this! you must be really advanced.”

he gave you a look you didn't quite recognize, but you blinked and his expression was understanding, so you brushed it off. “i’m not that good..” he shrugged, and you gaped at him, unbelieving.

“seriously? that looks sick! not that i know what any of it means, or does, but..” you chuckled, and he smiled kindly at you.

“well, i guess i know a thing or two.” he explained modestly, and your eyes lit up, hope flooding your body.

“i know we just met, and we don’t really know eachother, but could you help me with my assignment? i really need to get a good grade on it, or i’ll fail the course and ruin my gpa. you’d be doing me a huge favour?” you asked, practically begging. he smiled, nodding. you quickly turned your monitor towards him, and showed him the assignment.

he skimmed through the page, glancing up at your screen and back down, before nodding to himself. “seems easy enough. you just start by…”

not only did he manage to help you through your assignment, but you actually learned a thing or two from him. you quickly saved and emailed the file to your professor, slumping back in your seat in pure relief. the boy next to you chuckled, and it was then that you realized, you didn’t even know his name.

“thank you so much, uh..” you hesitated, subtly hinting for him to bring up his name. he chuckled, shaking his head lightly.

“so it takes doing a whole assignment together for you to ask for someone’s name. interesting.” he teased, and you mockingly gasped, throwing a hand over your heart dramatically. “it’s george, by the way.” he added, winking as he saved his work and logged off his monitor.

“y/n.” you said, and he nodded, gathering his things. “seriously though, george. you saved my ass. i owe you.” you smiled, genuinely, and he returned it.

“don’t mention it.” he scratched the back of his neck once more, before bidding you goodbye. you smiled as you watched his retreating figure, shaking your head with a smile and logging off the monitor, heading home for the day.

the next day flew by, and finally your last period rolled around, and for the first time, you walked into the computer science room with a smile on your face. you walked over to the teacher’s desk, waiting for him to finish with another student. you glanced around the room as you waited, your eyes falling upon a familiar head of fluffy brown hair. “george?” you whispered to yourself, but your teacher calling your name brought you out of your thoughts, and you tuned into the conversation.

“y/n, this is excellent work! i’m happy to say this will boost your mask well into passing.” he whispered excitedly, and you smiled proudly.

“i can’t take all the credit sir, i had someone very talented help me with it.” you admitted, slightly raising your voice so that a certain someone would hear it. he did, it seemed, from the way you noticed he straightened in his seat out of the corner of your eye. you chatted for a bit longer, before you were dismissed so he could help another student.

rather than sitting in your usual corner by yourself, you sauntered over to where your saviour sat, tapping him gently on the shoulder, catching his attention. “uh, excuse me. is this computer taken?” you mocked his previous introduction, and he swiveled around, sending you a glare.

“yes, actually. it is.” he fired back sassily, and you deflated a little, glancing somewhere else. however, when your gaze moved back to the boy in front of you, you spotted the devious smirk that littered his lips.

“you’re an ass.” you muttered, pulling out the chair and seating yourself next to him.

“you’re the one who asked me to sit.” he argued, shrugging and turning his attention to the monitor in front of him. you didn’t speak again, mimicking his actions with a growing smile. you were tackling a much easier assignment than george, but for the first time ever, you understood what was being asked, and if you didn’t, luckily you had a very smart peer sitting right by your side.

suddenly, you felt like maybe taking computer science wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[bonus]

dream came barreling down the hallway, huffing as he stepped foot into the classroom, offering a sheepish grin to his teacher, who simply shook his head at his tardiness. dream stepped towards his usual spot, but paused upon seeing his regular seat was occupied.

maybe he would’ve said something had he not watched george whisper in their ear and send them into a fit of giggles, but he decided today, he could simply sit somewhere else.

and tease the shit out of george later.

nails [karljacobs]

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: karl has been begging you to come on his stream, and you finally decide to do it.

wc: 1.6k

anon asked: “karl x gn!reader where he is doing a painting nails stream w “special guest” and introduces the reader (kinda like the stream w sapnap)”

a/n: this went from really bad to progressively okay? this is definitely not my best writing, but i tried :)

tw: like 2 swears? fluff mostly, slight fear of being on stream

“hey chat! how are you all doing today?” karl beamed, watching as messages flew through the chat, a chorus of good!s, and great!s brought a smile to his face. “that’s great to hear guys, my day has been going pretty well, thanks for asking!”

you smiled, leaning against the doorframe of his filming studio watching karl thrive in his element. streaming was never something you truly understood until he introduced you to his line of work. you had no idea the intricacies that went into gaming systems and all the terminology he and his friends would go on about, it was as though they were speaking a foreign language.

regardless, you supported him through it all, and karl couldn’t have been happier to have you by his side. he was, however, quite adamant about showing you off to his chat, which at first was absolutely terrifying and you politely declined, pushing it off. he didn’t push of course, karl wanted nothing more than for you to be happy.

that didn’t stop him about going on and on about you to his chat and friends, though. at any given opportunity he’d mention your name, or tell a story about you. to no surprise, chat was begging to meet you, but karl always brushed them off with “they’ll come on when they’re ready.”

it wasn’t until sapnap came to visit and allowed karl to paint his nails that you finally decided it was time. after the stream had ended and sapnap was removing the black polish, the two were discussing future sub goals. you took a deep breath, walking over to the pair.

“you know, you could paint my nails for a sub goal.” you spoke softly, grabbing a bottle of polish from karl’s collection and fiddling with it nervously. you could practically feel the excitement oozing off your boyfriend as he began to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“really? you wanna be on my stream?” he exclaimed, and you giggled at his excitement. he truly was the cutest.

“yeah, i mean. it’s been long enough, i see the tweets about your mysterious significant other, and how its all you talk about.” you gave him a smug grin, and he just shrugged, shamelessly. “gotta give the fans what they want.” you smiled, and karl quickly tackled you in a hug, before he and sapnap ran off to do who-knows-what.

after sapnap had gone home and the ‘karlnap’ content had run out, karl announced his new sub goal. “alright chat, hear me out. if we can get to 23k subscribers - we’re at 20k right now, i’ll bring a special guest and paint their nails on stream.” a flurry of guesses flooded his chat, and karl laughed at some of the options. “chat, chat calm down.. i’m not spoiling who it is.” he grinned, moving onto the next topic as to avoid spoiling the surprise.

by the end of the stream, he had somehow hit the sub goal. “chat, you guys are insane! thank you so much!” he exclaimed, reading out some gifted subs and donos, before wrapping up his stream for the night. “i’ll tweet out the time for the guest stream later tonight, see you guys!” with that, he ended, quickly making his way to your shared bedroom.

“y/n! we hit the sub goal!” he beamed, and you blinked at him in surprise.

“already?” you mumbled, and he nodded eagerly. you smiled, shrugging casually. inside, you were beyond nervous, but you forced it away as the two of you celebrated, ordering some fast food and relaxing for the rest of the night, until karl had to leave to join quackity on his stream.

two days later, the anxiously awaited day had arrived. karl was finally going to introduce you to his stream. he had replicated the set up he had for when sapnap had been visiting, and all day he had been practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. the past few days, karl had been asking you constantly if you were sure, as once you were in front of the camera, there was no going back. you assured him it was fine. now or never, you kept telling yourself.

karl told you to wait outside as he started up the stream, and he would come collect you when he was ready. you could faintly hear his excited voice through the wall, pacing back in forth in your bedroom. you could do this - how bad could it really be? you’d spent the morning going through twitter, looking for any sort of distaste from the viewers, but they’d all been quite excited for the stream as far as you saw.

you only hoped they weren’t disappointed that it was you, and not some other streamer.

before you could pursue the thought further, karl opened the door with a wide smile, and you returned it, following him down to his streaming room. he peered into the camera eagerly, softly grabbing your arm and pulling you into the frame. you smiled nervously, offering a small wave. the chat exploded with a large amount of messages like “who is that??” “is that y/n???”, and you giggled.

karl guided you to sit in the spare seat, sitting in his own. “chat! this is my special guest, everyone meet my partner! this is y/n!” he exclaimed, and you nodded, attempting to read the extremely speedy chat.

“how the hell do you read this, karl?” you mumbled, and he let out a loud laugh, and blushed. “wait, can i swear on your stream? sorry! i didn’t know!” you covered, and karl couldn’t help but admire how cute you are.

“don’t worry about it, n/n. it’s cool! quackity swears all the time.” he assured you, and you let out a huff.

“i feel so unprepared. this is your fault.” you pouted, and karl laughed, glancing at his chat.

“look at you, already farming “awws” in chat. they’re a professional streamer, chat!” he joked, and the chat agreed quickly, messages saying how cool or cute you were being spammed frequently. karl beamed at the support, launching into a story about you doing something stupidly embarrassing, but he insisted “it was cute!” so you let him continue. you desperately tried to read chat, and nearly jumped when a donation came through, scaring you half to death.

“aren’t you supposed to be painting their nails, karl?” it read, and you laughed.

“karl, where’s the nail polish?” you asked, and his eyes widened, looking around his setup; the polish nowhere to be found.

“shoot! uh, i’ll be right back chat! entertain them, y/n!” he exclaimed dramatically, running out of the frame to presumably, your bedroom.

you smiled, trying to read the chat, to no avail. “guys, this is impossible. seriously, how does anyone read chat when it’s going this fast??” you huffed, picking out a few messages here and there. “check twitter y/n!!” you read out, frowning. “oh gosh, chat. what am i about to find?” you muttered, but pulled out your phone anyways, opening the bird app.

you gasped, seeing your name trending with various screenshots flooding the trend. many were of you, zoomed in, doing something cute - others were you and karl giving each other heart eyes, and some were clips of funny things you said. you were in awe, and smiled at the camera. “thank you guys so much - uh, holy shit, i’m trending on twitter. now that is something i never thought i’d say, like, ever?” you stumbled, and that’s when karl returned, a bucket of nail polish in hand.

“okay, i didn’t know which you’d want, so i brought them all.” he beamed, placing the bucket in front of you. you peered through it, picking out your desired colour and placing it in front of karl. “hey chat, sorry about that. i got so excited having y/n here, i forgot the nail polish! i hope you weren’t too bored without me!” you scoffed, hitting his arm with the back of your hand.

“excuse me, sir. i’ll actually be taking over your twitch channel now, since they loved me so much.” you stated proudly, and karl frowned in mock-offense. he looked to chat, all of which agreed it was a great idea, and you winked at the camera.

“whatever chat. they’re mine. you can’t have them.” karl pouted, wrapping his arms around you protectively. you rolled your eyes, pushing him off playfully.

“now you’re.. what did you say? farming “awws”?” you joked, and karl huffed, uncapping the polish you’d chosen and grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in front of the camera with a playful glare, before gently placing your hand on the table and getting to work on your nails.

the conversation flowed easy from there, the two of you answering chat and donos, and chatting about yourselves. you were having a great time, and karl’s heart swelled seeing you so happy - not to mention, he’d been hoping to introduce you for some time now. he was perfectly content in that moment, painting his lover’s nails while on stream, in his happy place.

as for you, you felt empowered. somehow, you were live in front of thousands of people, yet you felt so comfortable - perhaps it was karl by your side, or the overly supportive chat, but you were so glad you’d suggested this to your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe it had taken you so long to agree to appear on his channel, and after you’d ended the stream you eagerly asked him when you could come back next.

side note: karl definitely didn't paint his nails the next day to match yours, and post a picture of your entwined hands with matching coloured nails. (yes, he did.)

puzzles [dreamwastaken]

pairing: dreamwastaken x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them (none mentioned)

synopsis: two puzzle pieces slot together to form the beautiful picture that is love, until they don't.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i have no idea what this is or what i was trying to accomplish with this but my brain said dream angst brainrot and i haven't posted in a bit so here u go!

tw: one swear maybe? angst, that is all.

think of two connecting puzzle pieces.

originally, they slotted together perfectly. no force, nor wiggling was required to connect the two, as they were made to be placed together.

as time went on, and the pieces were connected time and time again, the edges began to wear down. they began to come undone at the ends, but still, the pieces fit together well enough to keep the puzzle whole.

eventually though, the bit that slotted the two together broke off, leaving two single pieces. there was no longer a connection between the two, and the picture they created would be forever unfinished.

over time, you’d learn to think of your relationship as this puzzle.

before you met him, you’d known there was something missing in your life. your matching piece. and then he walked right into your life, quite literally.

headphones blasting in your ears, you hummed along to the song as you swapped your books for your next class. you gently bounced your head to the beat, completely lost in your thoughts. which is likely why when you finally closed your locker and stepped in the direction of your classroom, you were hit with a sheer force that sent you and your books flying towards the ground.

an arm quickly shot out, wrapping around your waist and catching you in astounding reflex. you opened your eyes, which you’d shut in pure shock, and looked into the most beautiful green eyes and softest-looking dirty blonde hair you’d ever seen. “shit - are you okay?” he asked, and you almost choked at how soft his voice was.

“yeah. yeah, i’m okay.” you managed, and the two of you stood in that position for a brief moment, simply looking at each other, before you cleared your throat and he flushed, letting you go. “sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was going.” you apologized, and he shook his head.

“no, it was totally my fault. my name’s clay, but everyone calls me dream. what’s yours?” he flashed you a charming smile, and that’s all it took. you were totally his.

maybe it was cliche to say that it was fate that he’d crashed into you on that ordinary day in your freshman year. you’d wholeheartedly believed it though, because that boy changed your life. he was the piece you’d been missing all along.

“hey dream! hey y/n!” sapnap greeted, and you smiled, returning the gesture. dream’s arm was steadily wrapped around your waist as always, and you leaned into his side as the boys launched into some discussion about sports you really had no interest in tuning into.

from the day you’d been so abruptly crashed into, you and he were inseparable. you instantly became “the power couple” according to the whispers in the halls (whatever that meant), but you didn’t care for the gossip. you didn’t care what people thought of you as long as you had him. he made you feel special, like a better version of yourself.

as though he read your thoughts, he tightened his grip on your waist, glancing down at you with that boyish smile of his. and everything was perfect.

just when you felt complete, when the picture you’d formed with dream was ready to be framed and set in stone, senior year rolled around.

with the weight of pending college applications and ap classes, you were finding yourself constantly drowning in work. meanwhile, dream was focused on his sports, for the most part. he was relying on his exceeding football skills for scholarships and you both understood the gravity of each other's endeavors, and you promised that no matter how busy, you’d make time for each other.

it started with every weekend, both saturday and sunday, you both set aside time to spend with each other. a few weeks later, it became one day or the other. a few weeks after that, it became every other weekend.

before you knew it, you and dream hardly saw each other. lunch was probably the longest time you’d spend in the same room, and sometimes even then he had a team meeting, or you’d be studying in the library.

the edges of your pieces were wearing thin.

“what do you mean you’re leaving?” his voice broke, and you frowned, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of the brokenhearted boy in front of you. you sighed, reaching out and grabbing his hands in your own, gingerly placing soft kisses on his knuckles.

“i got into my top school, dream. you know how hard i’ve been working for this.” your soft voice came out much sadder than you’d hoped - you wanted to stay strong for him. you really did. he sighed, nodding halfheartedly. he opened his arms for you, and you walked in gratefully accepting his embrace.

“we’ll figure this out. we’ll make it work.” he mumbled, and you nodded against his chest. at that moment, you truly believed he was right, and that you would make it through this. you could only hope.

four months of facetime calls and lonely nights, your relationship was holding on by mere threads.

“i miss you.” you muttered, and he only nodded, his focus somewhere else, probably editing. you frowned, but said nothing. recently, he dropped out of his schooling to pursue youtube full-time, and he was doing surprisingly well for himself. you didn’t really understand it, but you were supportive of him and his career. it drew most of his time and attention, but who were you to say anything. he was pursuing his aspirations, and so were you.

you babbled on about a random assignment you were putting off, when dream spoke up, cutting you off completely. “what if i came to visit you?” you blinked, processing his words. “i have more than enough money, let me come see you.” you almost burst into happiness, the two of you quickly diving in to plan the details.

a week later, you stood in the airport. you saw the familiar head of dirty blonde hair towering over the crowd, and rushed over to him immediately. he opened his arms for you, you launched yourself into them, sinking into his familiar frame. something felt different, but you brushed it off.

however, during dream’s stay, he was constantly on vc with his friends, and barely paid you any mind. you would work all day in the same room, eat together, sleep in the same bed, but it felt so inexplicably strange. he was right next to you, yet it felt like he was further away than ever.

facetimes became less frequent after he returned home. his youtube took off even more, and you threw yourself back into your studies. your connecting piece had finally broken.

“what did you just say?” you were fighting back sobs, looking into the searing green eyes you once got lost in through the bright screen. you heard him perfectly clear, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“i can’t do this anymore.” he repeated, but his voice was barely above a whisper. you weren’t surprised, you both knew it was over long ago. dream glanced up from his phone, smiling at something, and your heart sank. you knew that look. it’s the way he used to look at you.

“there’s someone else.” you stated, and dream tensed, seemingly forgetting you were still on the line. he looked guiltily at your expression, and you sighed, forcing a small smile. “i’m happy for you. goodbye dream.”

you hung up then, allowing the reality to sink in and the tears to flow freely. it was over. four years down the drain like nothing. you’d worn yourselves so thin, until you couldn’t hold onto the past anymore.

you no longer fit together like the perfect pair you once were. the picture you’d painted together had faded.

dream had already found a new piece for his puzzle. a replacement. yet, you were a broken piece. and it was much harder to find a match for a broken piece.

perhaps your picture would be forever unfinished.