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ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖾

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅 /𝗁𝗃

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.3𝗄

… this song >> 😩

feral week

If looks could kill your six foot six dirty blonde Caucasian boyfriend would be twelve feet under. “I’m gonna strangle your brother.” You whispered to his younger sister who looked exactly like him. “You and me both.” She mumbled before getting up off the coach to refill her cup of root beer.

Clay groaned as his pacing in front of the tv stopped suddenly and his hands raked through his messy hair. “Baby. Please for the love of god and the sake of my humanity will you please sit the hell down?” His head turned towards you, a pout evident on his lips as he made his way towards you.

“What if they hate it? And they hate it so much they report the song so many times everywhere that-” You shook your head hushing his small rant ; Placing his head on your chest as you rested your arm on top of his stroking his temple lightly.

“Your fans love you so much I seriously doubt they’ll hate it.”

“Yeah and if they do I’ll beat their asses.” His ginger haired best friend called from the kitchen the muffle sound of his voice indicating he was eating.

“Me too!” Another voice added obviously younger. The hand you had resting on your thigh made its way over to Clays’ taking one of his own that was picking at his cuticles and interlacing your hands together.

Of course he had released a song before but this? Well this was quite a bit more personal than the other could ever be. His head moved down as he made himself a bit more comfortable to calm his nerves. “I love it. Your friends love. So what if a few quote on quote fans don’t. Hm?” Your fingers traveled to his hair messaging his scalp to help him relax.

“What would I do without you?” He chuckled.

“Getting on your sister's nerves. I wouldn’t be surprised if she pulled a knife out on you at some point.”

“I still will.” She pointed a finger at him tipping her head back to take a sip of her soda from the brown glass bottle.

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scare this is the cutest thing ever, i love it!!

Psyduck : quackity

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

note: this is part of @hufflepuff-writings 1k writing event!! congrats once again honey!! <3

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing

prompt: “i saw this and thought of you.”

you couldn’t help, but stare at it. it’s beady little pupils peering back into your own (e/c) ones, a million words and phrases screaming behind the blob of grungy yellow. the psyduck was defiantly worn, the previously bright fur of the toy now dulled to a dark, grayish canary. it was limp as well, the previous stiffness it once had broken down to its now relaxed form. the head much too large for it’s actual body flopped over from its weight, giving the stuffed animal a much more dumb appearance.

you blinked at it, your abandoned cart parked next to you as you had a staring contest with the plush pokémon. it was perfect, the absolute perfect thing to give alex. you literally couldn’t walk out of the store without it. you needed to buy this ugly ass duck.

your movements held no hesitant when you grabbed it, allowing yourself toss the psyduck into the bed of your cart with the rest of your belongings. you couldn’t wait to see alex’s reaction to it. to you, it was just too perfect to pass up, the silliness of it reminding you wholeheartedly of your duck-loving boyfriend.

you needed to give it to him, and there was no way in hell you weren’t.

you rushed through the self-check out, deeming it to be a much faster way so you can get home to alex much quicker. it didn’t take long before you found yourself in your car, your bagged groceries and necessities packed tightly in the back seat.

the psyduck, however, managed to escape the plastic and was currently sitting in your hands. you noticed that despite how awful the texture of the doll seemed, it was rather soft under your fingertips. you didn’t want to risk the possibility of the plushie getting damaged or lost, so you did the next best thing: sat it in the passenger’s seat and buckled it.

to any other passerby, you might’ve looked a bit crazy, but you could care less than give two shits. getting this psyduck home was important to you and nothing was going to stop you from that.

the drive home felt like forever to you, your adrenaline and excitement for alex’s reaction making time pass even slower, but you managed.

you couldn’t help but snatch the pokémon back up, not even bothering to undo the belt before bolting inside his house, abandoning your other purchases in your car.

thankfully, alex wasn’t busy at the moment, and was rather perched up on his kitchen counter and goofing off on his phone. the sound of his front door slamming open made him jump slightly, his eyes wide in surprise as he noticed you rush in with what appeared to be a yellow blob clutched tightly in your hold.

“woah, woah, okay. i didn’t know you wanted to see me that badly.” he teased, hopping off the surface to approach you.

“here,” you shoved out your left hand, placing the psyduck gently in alex’s grasp.

alex glanced at you for a moment before peering down at the stuffed animal. the same black pupils stared back at him, making him snicker slightly at the way the duck flopped over.

“what the fuck is this?” he giggled, turning the toy around to examine it.

“i saw this and thought of you.” you stated, the situation finally dawning on you. you literally sped to alex’s house to give him this ugly ass psyduck plush because it reminded you of him. you felt the heat of your embarrassment finally get to you, crawling up your neck to your cheeks. “it seems kinda stupid now that i think about it.”

alex turned to you, noticing how you were now looking at anything besides him.

“hey, baby.” he called, placing the psyduck down next to him before stepping closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “nothing you give me is stupid, you hear? in fact,” he pulled away to lift the pokémon back up to your line of sight. “i happen to love him.”

his words made you chuckle, your focus bouncing between the psyduck and alex’s brown hues. “are you sure? he’s a bit ugly.”

“oh, yeah, it’s very fucking ugly, but he’s still our son and there’s no way i’ll love him any less.” he stated, smiling slightly at the yellow bird.

“just like i won’t love you any less.” he added, his cheesiness making you cringe slightly, but, nevertheless make your heart flutter.

“i love you, too, but please never say that again.” your request made alex cackle before he leaned down and placed a gentle peck to your hairline.

“but, thank you, though. seriously. it makes me happy that you can look at an ugly little duck and think of me.” you grinned at his words, leaning up and giving him his own kiss to his cheek.

“no problem, darling. i love our new little family more than life itself.”

hello! i hope you enjoyed this little piece! it’s part of kait’s 1000 follower event! congrats again lovely!!! apologies for how short it is though! i hope you enjoyed!

I LOVE THIS

"my mom thinks we're dating"

A/N: YOOOOO this is my entry for @hufflepuff-writings 1K writing event! She is such an amazing writer and I'm happy to be a part of her celebration. Go check her out and also check out all of the other entries for this event!

CC!Dreamwastaken x GN!Reader

Summary: Dream in a desperate attempt to get his mom off his back asks you to be his date to a family reunion.

Content warnings: Use of Dream's real name, swearing, mentions of depression

"You want me to what?" You stare at Clay as Sapnap laughs from his place on the couch.

"Please be my date to my family reunion." You raised an eyebrow at his desperate state. "Look it'll only be for a few hours, I just need to get my aunts and my mom off my back."

"You think your family is really gonna believe that? We've been friends since elementary school Clay." You turn around and walk towards the kitchen to get started on lunch. Clay trails behind you still whining.

"Y/N! My mom already thinks we're dating! She has since you moved in. Just this once! I'll never ask you to be my fake partner again." You look at him where he sits on the counter and you smirk slightly.

"Grovel."

"What?" Clay laughs slightly.

"Get on your knees and grovel. You're asking a lot from me and I'm getting nothing in return so I want you to beg." Sapnap laughs from the couch.

"They're totally topping you right now Clay."

"Shut the fuck up man!" Clay pouts slightly but gets down on the kitchen tiles and looks up at you pouting. "Please go to this party with me. I need your help and you are the best person I know. Have mercy on me and suffer for 3 hours with me at my Aunt's house."

"You have to do the dishes for a month and give me 100 gifted on my next stream." You smirk down at him.

"Deal."

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'Why did I agree to this.' Is all you can think while Clay's relatives ask you all about how you met, what your first date was, and when the wedding was. Clay got the big idea to tell his mom that you two had been dating since you moved in 7 months ago and right now you were paying the price while he sat and watched football with his uncles and cousins.

"Y/N I must say I'm surprised Clay was able to get such a beautiful partner. I thought that boy was never gonna move on after you know who." Clay's mom had been sat next to you at the counter since you arrived and hadn't let you leave the conversation.

"Well it kinda just happened," You smile awkwardly. I know Clay and his ex had ended on a rough note but he was never the type to talk bad about her.

"I was sure when he told me he was bringing someone home he meant you cause you two had such chemistry when you were younger." She rambled.

"Oh yeah! I remember the first time he brought you to my house to help with the kids you two couldn't keep your eyes off each other." Clay's Aunt chimed in.

You blushed slightly cause that was about the time when you had developed a crush on Clay. You had fallen head over heels for him and were about to confess your feelings to him but the next day the introduced you to her and it all fell through. You look into the living room and see Clay with one of his cousins hanging from his neck. You smile as they spin and laugh.

"Then you moved for a year or so and him and his ex fell apart. He really missed you for those couple of months."

You frowned softly, he missed you? Funny how he never called until you started your streaming career. Then the friendship continued like nothing ever happened. You jumped slightly when you felt an arm around your shoulder.

"That was almost a year ago mom. We're better than ever now, aren't we baby?" He presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers to you, "Do you need a break from them?"

You look up at him and nod. He takes your hand and begins to lead you out of the house.

"We're gonna head down to the lake for a bit mom." He pulls you outside and leads you down the trail you both know too well. "Sorry about them, I didn't know they'd be like that."

"It's ok. They're just making sure I know how lucky I am to fake have you." You laugh slightly and look at your still joined hands.

Clay stops just at the edge of the lake and looks out at the sunset. "I guess we were here longer than we meant to be, huh?"

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I missed your mom and it was nice catching up with her." You turn to him. "She just wants you to be happy you know."

"What do you mean?" He looks at you, eyebrows knitted together.

"She was telling me about how after, you know who, you were in a rut. Not eating, drinking, or talking to anyone. She wanted so badly to help you but nothing she was doing could break through to you." You look back to the lake. "She said even once you seemed like you were better it felt like you were wearing a mask."

"I was," He sighs. "Until you."

"What?" Clay tugs you down to sit on the sand with him.

"After the breakup nothing could get me out of bed. Sapnap was texting nonstop to hop on and play but I just couldn't. I felt stuck and empty. My mom did her best. She was the only person who could get me to shower and eat. I felt like everything, everyone, had just fallen away from me."

"Clay you could have called me,"

"No I couldn't! You were up in New York living your best life. I saw you posting pictures of your adventures with your new friends and you looked so happy, I couldn't ruin that." You went to speak but he held up a finger to stop you. "I didn't want you to feel bad for me and come home. But, one day I saw that you posted a link on your twitter. You had changed all your usernames and you had started streaming. I clicked on your stream and there you were. Smiling and laughing talking to chat. It felt like you were talking to me again. You remember your old channel points redemption goals?"

"Drink water, stretch, food break, and.." You blanked on the last one.

"Text someone you love. And you always said 'Chat if I'm doing this you have to.' I followed that to a T and you helped me get better. I was showering and eating with you. It felt like you had never left. But one day someone redeemed those fucking 10,000 points and you said to text someone you love, and I did it. I always did your stupid goals with you but this time, I texted you."

"I remember that day," You smiled recalling that moment. You were about to text Sapnap to thank him for checking up on you when your screen lit up with a notification "Message from: Clay Blockhead" and your whole day was changed.

"I messaged you and never looked back. My smile was back, I started streaming and posting on YouTube again, you and I were talking on discord everyday and playing games together, and you helped me and George start the SMP. My life had been completely saved by you and I'll never be able to repay you for that."

You hadn't realized you started crying until Clay reached up and cupped your cheek gently wiping your tears away. "Clay, I had no clue. I wish I had made you one of my people to text but I-"

"I know," You shake your head.

"No you don't. That day when you introduced me to her, I was going to tell you something and you looked so happy with her I couldn't bring myself to ruin it for you." He moves his hands to hold yours making you face him. "So instead of continuing to be your friend I ran and I hid from you."

"I liked you too." You look at him in surprise. "I still like you. Probably love you even. It's stupid but I thought if I could just pretend to be with you for one day that would be enough for me. That's why I asked you to fake date me but-"

"I don't want it to be fake," You finish for him.

"Even after all of the bull shit I put you through today?" He laughs and looks back towards the house.

"Hey, I've always loved your crazy family. And I love you just as much Clay."

You swear the smile he gives you is so bright it could light up the whole world. He pulls you onto his lap and hugs you tightly.

"You've always been my forever, I never thought it would be like this as a kid but I could never give you up." You kiss his forehead and laugh softly.

"Now how are we gonna explain to your mom why our anniversary is off?"

this is so cute i love how u write wilbur :,)

tire swings || cc!wilbur x reader

note: this for for my moot @hufflepuff-writings​ ‘s event! tysm for letting me join kait <3

prompt: “has anyone ever told you how cute you are?”

pronouns/gender: none mentioned

edited by: @jschllatt

the night was a cool slate gray, effectively matching the atmosphere of the night. you walked along the sidewalk, hand conjoined with wilbur’s. the crisp air brought you peace, a breather from your stuffy home.

“wait y/n- there’s a park over there.”

you perk up, looking in the direction he had pointed out. in the darkness you made out the outline of a small playground, complete with a set of swings.

one thing that peaked your interest the most was a large horizontal tire swing that hung by chains.

“wil look! a tire swing- come on let’s go!”

dragging him along, you set your eyes on the swing. pulling your legs over to sit, you motion him to join you. wilbur could only grin at the playful sight in front of him, glad to see the excited sparkle in your eyes. 

“y/n, we’re not both going to fit.” “oh come on, it’ll be fine.” “i think you’re forgetting how tall i am.”

after a bit of struggling, the two of you comfortably sat face to face, swinging lightly back and forth in the quiet playground.

the distance between the two of you was small, your noses almost touching. taking this as a chance, you observe all his features, down to his long lashes, perfect lips, and sculpted cheekbones. releasing the chains of the wing, you gently drag your fingers over his jaw, tickling wilbur.

“has anyone ever told you how cute you are wilbur?” ”mm maybe once or twice.” “well, you’re so pretty wilbur, i’m jealous.” “so it took us sitting a tire swing and me struggling to get in for you to tell me that?” “no you twat, it took us in a tire swing, you struggling, AND me tracing your features.” “idiot.” “love you too.”

an: this one was so cute to write ahhhh

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yooo i love this :D

the cookie jar

➻ c!tommy & reader

➻ cw: swearing

this is a contribution to @hufflepuff-writings 1k event! you should go follow them <3

platonic prompt number 2 : "how the hell did you manage that?"

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❝ y/n!❞ tommy yelled from in the kitchen, nit caring how loud he was despite it being three in the morning. he knew y/n was already awake, having his older sibling was a big night owl and either pulled all nighters or slept until two in the afternoon.

"tommy what do you-" y/n stopped in their tracks when they noticed how tommy was stuck on top of the fidge, his hand seemingly still in the cookie jar they had. "what the fuck are you doing?"

tommy was quick to reply, his voice still pretty loud, "well you see n/n, i was trying to get myself some cookies, as a normal teenage boy would do, and somehow i got my hand stuck in the cookie jar! i also have no idea as to how i'm supposed to climb down!"

"how the hell did you manage that?!" y/n asked as they went to grab a chair so the boy could climb down again.

"wait how did- hello?" another voice said, startling y/n as they turned to look at the voice.

"ranboo? tommy why is ranboo here?!" y/n yelled as they noticed the multi-colored boy in the living room.

"well-"

"he came here with me!" tubbo had made his way into the kitchen as he now held a tooth brush in his hand.

y/n stared at all of them before slapping a hand over their face, grumbling incoherent words as they made their way over to help tommy, who had finally climbed down, get his hand out of the jar.

"are- are you mad?" tommy hesitantly asked as he watched y/n inspect the jar.

"og course im mad but im not gonna do anything rash, knowing me i probably would've done the same thing when i was your age if i wasn't so awkward around people," y/n explained to him, trying to find the correct words to say. "plus i've gotten my hand stuck in a cookie jar a few times, myself."

"wait you have?" tommy laughed out as he watched them gently turn the jar.

"yes! now still laughing or i'll leave this jar stuck on your hand," y/n chuckled along with him as they did what they could.

"oh god, please don't! if that happens tubbo and ranboo would try to smash the jar with my hand still in it," tommy whispered, trying to keep his friends from hearing what he said.

y/n smirked as they decided to mess with the poor boy,"great idea! hey tubbo go-"

"DON'T LISTEN TO THEM TUBBO!" tommy yelled before they could finish their sentence, both tubbo and ranboo giving the two a confused look, seeing as tommy had a angry look on his face while h e stared at y/n, who was laughing their ass off.

"you're so easy to mess with!"

tommy huffed as he glared at them before looking away.

it was silent for a few minutes as the othe two teenagers made their way over to y/n and Tommy, watching as y/n eventually go tommy's hand out of the jar. "there you go. child"

"yay!" tommy shot his arms up above his head in happiness, happy to finally have freedom from the horrid clay object. "i'm a free man!"

everyone yelled in excitement as y/n watched with a smile on their face. they were happy for tommy, for he funky found people who actually saw him as a person.

this is literally one of my fav fics i’ve ever read so u all better go show arielle love for it rn >:(

interpretations [c!sapnap x reader, hogwarts au]

Hi! Here we are again and with somewhat of a continuation for my Hogwarts AU. Remember that Slytherin housemate from Mercy that I left unnamed? This is about her now and her little “interest” in a certain bandana wearing fiend.

Of course, we’re still going to use stuff like [Name] and [Surname] so don’t get it confused with the other story; it’s not about the reader from Mercy, but she will be mentioned differently.

Also another note: this takes place a little bit before Mercy. There is going to be a bit of an overlap and time jumps with these stories depending on who's getting what storyline. So far I have a good idea for two more and will be going through that.

Divider done by @firefly-graphics.

Here's my masterlist

TW // Mentions of blood

PAIRING: C!Gryffindor!Sapnap x Slytherin!Fem!Reader

PREMISE: A nightmare connected the most unlikely people, but was it worth it?

WORD COUNT: 14K+

Everything felt cold. Why was that? She had no idea why… Wait. She did know why. She was dying…

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

[Name] jolted upwards, gasping for air as if she had just resurfaced from water. Her breath was still short and heaving, sweat rolling down the back of her neck as she tried to remember her nightmare, though it was useless. All she remembered was one thing: it was cold, practically freezing. She also remembered that she was dying. And the voice.

“I really hope that isn’t me.” She whispered to herself, regretting saying it immediately. “I really hope that isn’t anyone, actually…”

Looking around, she spotted her dormmates bodies breathing underneath a pile of blankets. It was still dark out, [Name] making out the moonlight shining through the water of the Black Lake against her window. She hadn’t an idea what time it was--most likely between one to three in the morning--and she wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to go back to sleep. Though, she wasn’t exactly too keen on re-living on dying.

Letting out a quiet groan, [Name] settled herself back to bed, looking up at the dark stoned ceiling, feeling helpless once again. All she wished for was sleep, but she never seemed to be having any ever since she had started having those hellish dreams. They started in her third year as nightmares she couldn’t remember and it stayed that way for a while up until now, where she was starting to not only feel things but to hear them as well.

The voice was familiar, but where did she recognize it from? [Name] groaned again, her head pounding as she tried her best to dig from the back of her head as she tried her best to recall her memory. Someone else shifted from the other side of the room, [Name] spotting her housemate sitting up and staring at her with concern.

“Nightmares again?” She heard her ask faintly.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. I was about to fall asleep.” [Name] lied smoothly, eyes staring numbly at the wall.

A yawn could be heard as her housemate quietly said, “You honestly need to go to Madam Pomfrey for a deep sleep potion. It’s amazing that you still manage to stay awake during lessons.”

“Fake it till you make it.” [Name] joked, a smile creeping on her face.

“Of course you can still joke when it sounded like you just swam out of Black Lake.”

A giggle washed over the room, only for a moment though since they heard Minx groan a harsh “shut up” from her pillow. Not wanting to bother their other dormmates, both girls allowed the room to be silenced once more. [Name] turned her body so it faced the murky window. Faintly she could see fish swim by and an occasional tentacle--the giant squid?--watching the way the water illuminated the room.

She thought of the voice again. What was it saying to her again? “Wake up.” [Name] whispered quietly to herself. Well, here she was--awake. But for what reason? No dream or nightmare could ever be this strong, [Name] thought to herself. There has to be a reason for these recurring dreams; she just needed to find it. And her first issue wasn’t easy, but it definitely was simple: find the voice.

“You dressed early.” Her housemate said at the same time Minx said, “You look like shit.”

[Name] glared at her from her spot on her bed. She hadn’t slept ever since she woke up, only moving and ruining her bed whenever she tossed and turned. She didn’t need a mirror to know there were dark bags under her eyes. She was pretty sure she felt them sinking into her face when she made herself take a cold shower to wake up this morning. Still, she threw a sarcastic smile at the tall Slytherin. “Thanks, Minx. I really needed to hear that at 8AM.”

She rubbed her eyes, trying to rub exhaustion out of them as they made their way to the common room. Like always, there was commotion everywhere--first years running out, panicked that they might miss breakfast, with a few of their fellow fifth years cursing at them to slow down. Faintly, she can feel her housemate shove her way between her and Minx. [Name] questioned it until she heard the familiar wheezing laughter of their resident prankster.

“You can’t always hide from him, y’know.” [Name] advised as she tried to pull away when they made it out the door, only to be pulled back by her dormmate, grip tight.

“I can and I will. I see Dream more than enough times than I’d like to admit.” Their dormmate said.

“At least be happy you didn’t have to go on a date with him or one of his little friends like some people I know.” [Name] said coyly, eyes shooting at Minx, who only scowled in response.

“George asked me to place enough money on him during that charity event last summer so none of their little psycho ‘fans’ from Hogwarts would try to take him on a date and drop a love potion in his drink.” Minx explained, very much annoyed. “Worst date ever.”

“Yeah I’d find it horrible too if I spat on the cutest boy at Hogwarts.” [Name] jeered out, giving her friend a good natured smile when the finger was thrown her way. “I don’t even understand--”

“I panicked!”

“That hardly explains why you did that. I nearly fell off my bed laughing when I read your letter. Poor George.” [Name] said. She continued her jibe at Minx’s failed pity date with the Ravenclaw up until they made it to the Great Hall, where it was bustling with a mix of excited younger students and exhausted older ones.

Once settled into their spots, [Name] was greeted with a letter dropped on top of her plate. Her eyes looked up to meet one of the sixth years at her house, Punz, standing beside her, obviously being the one to drop the letter on her table. Raising an eyebrow, [Name] chose not to touch the letter, opting to sip her pumpkin juice instead.

"Just take the letter." Punz urged, poking at her back.

"I don't trust you." [Name] responded honestly, setting the letter aside to place a boiled egg in its place. She had every right to. Her last excursion with Punz resulted in her receiving three weeks of detention with Professor Binns, the tragically dead and even more tragically boring History of Magic professor.

Still, the older Slytherin was persistent, placing the letter on top of the boiled eggs. "Punz! My eggs!"

"Look, there's a friend of mine looking for a certain… Item." Punz said, voice going down in a whisper. [Name] rolled her eyes, knowing where this is going, but urging him to continue by waving her fork to continue. "It's the spine of a shrake. Hard to find unless you know somebody."

"Let me guess, I'm that somebody?" [Name] asked, not really looking for an answer.

Punz nodded. "Yeah. You're the only one who has access to a shrake--"

"No." [Name] interrupted. "I can't get it."

"Bullshit," Punz said, annoyed. "Your brother is a Potioneer. He's got access to every potion ingredient possible--"

"And I would gladly send him a letter requesting for ingredients not provided by Hogwarts--for a certain sum, of course. Just not a shrake." [Name] said, eyes darkening as she started to think about the terrifying sea creature. "They're impossible to catch and not to mention every potion that involves a shrake spine always results in bones breaking or death. Just who is your little friend and what are they up to, Punz?"

"Maybe if you look at the envelope, you'll see." Punz said mysteriously, walking farther up the table, stopping to give Dream an overly complicated handshake before walking further to sit with the other sixth years.

"Since when have they been friends?" Minx asked, eyes trained on their housemates. Their dormmate shook her head, probably silently dreading the possible trouble coming down on them now that Hogwarts's biggest troublemaker just networked with an infamous dark items seller. It wasn't any better that they were in Slytherin.

[Name] rolled her eyes once more, picking up the envelope. She tucked into her robes, deciding to read it later. With everything she's dealing with, having to be a middleman for the middleman were the least of her troubles. All she wanted was to eat breakfast.

The next day had been a Friday, a day where [Name] chose to hustle all her work in that day to avoid too much work during the weekend. She spent the majority of her evening at the library, eyes trained on her outline for an essay for her Potions class, making adjustments and adding comments in the margins for her to look back and reference to.

Her eyes were so trained on the essay, she had failed to notice the two bodies settling themselves in front of her. [Name] nearly jumped out of her seat when she met Karl Jacobs’s kind gaze from across the table. “Salazar’s soul!” [Name] yelled out, earning a harsh shush and irritated glance from Madam Pince. Faintly, she could feel something slick and cold splash on her hand. [Name] sighed as she picked up her ink pot, which had been knocked down when she almost jumped from her seat.

She could only offer an embarrassed smile at Madam Pince before turning to glare at Karl and Sapnap, who flinched at her disgusted gaze. “Whatever it is you want, Karl, it better be a damn good reason.”

The brunette grinned sheepishly. “My bad. I’ll get you a new one, I promise--” Silently, [Name] picked up her parchment, wet and stained with black ink to the point of no return. “--and I’ll replace that too. Scout’s honor.”

[Name] sighed, shaking her head as she pulled a handkerchief out to clean the ink from her fingers as best she can. “Karl. What do you need?” [Name] urged again.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Karl elbow Sapnap, who had yet to speak up. The dark haired Gryffindor elbowed him back, as if communicating for Karl to say something instead of him. A whisper fight ensued, though it was nothing [Name] could decipher besides the quiet “You do it/No, you do it!”.

“If you two won’t stop this little…” [Name] waved a hand their way, trying to find the right words. “Lovers quarrel, I’m going back to my dorm.” To yell at Dream, [Name] thought to herself. There was no way he didn’t send those two to talk to me.

“No,” Sapnap said, holding a hand out to grab the hand holding the strap of her bag, speaking up for the first time. “We were just going to ask you about the shrake spine.”

“That was you?” [Name] asked, earning a nod from the Gryffindor, who quickly let go of her hand. “I already told Punz I wouldn’t get it.”

“Why not, though?” Sapnap pressed further.

“Do you know how much danger it is to get shrake spines?” [Name] asked. From the two boys’ confused looks, she would have guessed no. “Well, let’s just say the purpose of a shrake’s existence is to create as much damage and trouble as possible.”

“Look, we’ll pay you a lot.” Sapnap countered.

[Name] raised an eyebrow. Just how much money does Sapnap have to say that so easily?

“This is a kind of serious type of favor. I promise there’s no pranks involved with this.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

Usually, [Name] would use jokes as a means of refusal, showing there was no animosity between her and whoever was requesting ingredients that she was not able to bring up. They usually gave up after a one or two tries, tired from [Name]’s constant “no’s” and jokes. From the looks of things, [Name] could see it was doing the opposite for Sapnap.

She rarely ever spoke to Sapnap, mainly because they were in opposing Houses. While she never really understood how House rivalries can last so long, [Name] had subconsciously not spoken to most of the Gryffindors, mainly due to either them beginning the silent avoidance or she had just found a few of the red and gold wearing students annoying.

Sapnap had been the latter. She was more than sure a small part of her first year self held onto it, but she would never forget the time Sapnap jinxed one of the salad bowls at the Slytherin table to explode. [Name] and Dream had been in the line of fire. Dream, who had known Sapnap for quite some time, was angry at him, choosing to throw a punch and tear a portion of Sapnap’s uniform in retaliation.

She was more than sure that fight had solidified a strong friendship between them--something she would never understand--because by the time they served their detention, Dream and Sapnap weren’t seen without the other afterwards. Whatever bond they had before grew stronger after their little toss of juvenile testosterone. Hell, Sapnap even wore the torn piece of his uniform around his head.

[Name] had chosen the opposite, avoiding Sapnap at all costs. He had apologized to her soon afterwards and she forgave him--sort of. They hadn’t spoken so much as a few nods of acknowledgement and having to sit next to one another in joint classes. She was more than sure he still felt guilty in some way, even after all these years. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have sent Punz to ask for the shrake spine or have Karl try to talk first. It looked like it was about to change, though, with how frustrated he looked.

“I’m not only refusing because its hard to obtain, Sapnap.” [Name] explained, softening when she noticed him looking as if he were about to explode. “Shrake spines are dangerous once crushed. Just the powder itself can create issues. If it gets into your mouth, nose, or eyes then you can have internal bone breakage. I should know; I lost count of how many times my brother got sent to St. Mungo’s for it.”

“We didn’t know…” Karl said apologetically.

“Why would you? I don’t exactly tell people my life story.” [Name] replied. She turned to Sapnap, who looked a little less irritated after her explanation. “Not to mention, I’ve got other things to worry about. I’d rather not add being the cause of internal bone breakage for you and your feral friends.”

“I wasn’t going to involve them.” Sapnap promised, though [Name] could spot the lie right behind his eyes. Anything anyone did with him and his friends, they were most likely going to be involved in some way.

Shaking her head, [Name] finally decided to ask, “What is it you’re doing anyways? What does something as dangerous as a shrake spine need to be included in whatever it is you’re brewing?”

Karl and Sapnap paused, turning to look at each other in hesitance. “Punz gave you an envelope.” Was the only thing Karl said after they stopped looking up from each other. [Name]’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering the letter her housemate gave her. She shuffled through her pockets and bag until she finally found it. She looked up at Sapnap curiously, who only urged her to open the note.

She was tempted to ask him if this was another prank, but something told her to trust him. Slowly, she broke the seal open, pulling out the letter and opening it. Her eyes furrowed as she read the contents in the letter. It was just a list.

1 shrake spine, crushed

1 Pogrebin tooth, crushed

3 Abraxan hair--

“Wait.” [Name] said as she went further along the page. “I recognize this potion.”

From above the page, she could see Sapnap shuffle uncomfortably the moment she mentioned her familiarity with what was listed. [Name] let out a huffed laugh, shocked as she realized what Sapnap was trying to make. There was no way he was trying to make a potion like that…

“Is it just the Gryffindor in you or are you just straight up crazy?” [Name] asked once she finished analyzing the potion.

“If you’re going to make fun of me, just go ahead and do it already.” The Gryffindor snapped. Karl looked at him in panic, slapping his arm, as if urging him to sit back down. Sapnap only pulled away, glaring daggers at [Name], who only watched him as she tried to process what she was trying to piece together.

“You might as well practice Legilimency, Sapnap.” [Name] said, not phased by his explosive behavior. Carefully, she set down the paper. “You’ll hurt yourself trying to make a mind breaking potion. Whoever’s brain you’re trying to pick at--stop it. You’d have to follow this potion down to the very last detail. Put the wrong amount of shrake powder and you’ll have your rib piercing your heart.”

“Look, we’re desperate okay? He’s been getting these weird flashes of--” Karl started, only to be stopped by Sapnap, who covered his mouth.

Shaking his head, Sapnap grabbed his bag and walked away, obviously upset. [Name]’s stomach dropped, the thought of him putting himself in danger not sitting well with her. Her eyes shifted to Karl, who was still watching Sapnap with the same amount of concern she had. Once Sapnap disappeared, Karl turned back to the Slytherin, giving her an apologetic smile.

“I’d tell you what’s happening, but it’s not my place to say.” He started. “I can tell you this; the thing that’s been affecting him has been eating him up from the inside out. He barely gets sleep nowadays since he thinks about it all the time now. He hasn’t been acting the same since.”

As curious as she was about what exactly is bothering Sapnap, [Name] knew not to press further. She certainly hated it whenever Minx tried to push her to explain her nightmares. She also understood what he’s been through to some degree in regards to barely getting any sleep. Her eyes widened for a moment when realization hit her. The mind breaking potion was strong, stronger than any potion she’s ever read on. And highly dangerous--her brother refused to make it because of how dangerous gathering the potions were. However, a few good things came out of it besides trying to pick through someone’s mind--it also brought clarity up the night you take it.

[Name] looked back down at the ingredients list again. “It’s hard enough trying to get a Pogrebin.” She told Karl.

Karl nodded. “We can help you--get the other potions, I mean. I know you’re hesitant about it, [Name], so I don’t want to make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“I don’t like it, but…” [Name] paused for a moment, looking back at the door where Sapnap left from. A feeling of guilt washed over her for upsetting him. But how else was she going to get the message across? By holding his hand and telling him he could possibly die from just trying to make a potion?

“But…?” Karl urged.

“It’ll take months to get shrake spine, much less convince my brother to send me it.” [Name] continued, writing down a name on a corner of her ruined parchment. “During that, you and Sapnap need to help me gather the rest of the ingredients. In particular the Pogrebin. I have a friend who can help, though. She’s in your House so you might know her.”

Handing him the paper, Karl examined the name before his eyes lit up in recognition. He nodded excitedly at her, confirming he knew who the sixth year Hufflepuff was. They talked a little longer afterwards, going through any contingency plans and preparations for the potion gathering. Not to mention they had to keep it quiet; from the looks of it [Name] was sure only Karl, Dream, and possibly Punz knew about Sapnap’s little dilemma. No doubt it would take several months if they were keeping this agreement just between the four of them.

“Can I ask you why you suddenly changed your mind?” Karl asked suddenly. [Name] searched him for a moment, hesitating to lie to him. Karl, while he was one of the key members of Hogwarts’s notorious troublemakers, was one of the nicer of the boys, next to George.

He was the kindest to the victims of the pranks, coming up to anyone who was not involved but still received the brunt of their jokes and apologizing for bringing them in. Not wanting to take advantage of his friendliness, [Name] decided to say hold back on whatever lie her brain was trying to make. “I have some use for the mind breaking potion.” [Name] admitted vaguely. “Since you or Sapnap won’t tell me what the potion is for, I’ll hold back as well.”

Karl laughed. “Fine. I’ll go tell Sapnap.”

“You go do that.” [Name] said as she cleaned up her spot and shuffled her items in her bag. Karl looked as if he was ready to leave, stopping when [Name] called his name quickly. “Can you tell Sapnap I said sorry?”

“For what?” Karl asked.

“Being an ass.” [Name] said honestly. “I was kind of harsh on him even though I knew he was going to act like that.”

Karl nodded in understanding. “Will do.” He said as he shuffled his bag. He gave one last goodbye wave to [Name], closing the door behind him. She could faintly hear him call out Dream’s name loudly and quick footsteps. Clearly, their tall leader was passing by the hall.

What have I gotten myself into? [Name] asked herself in her head.

She was dying again.

Wake up!

It was cold, like always. But where was she? [Name] turned her head, only for her vision to be blocked by her hair. Was she… Floating?

Wake up!

Was she in space? Is she going to drop back on earth? Where is she?

Wake up!

Wake up!

Dammit, Sapnap, wake up!

[Name] gasped, chest heaving again as she woke up from her nightmare. Looking around, she realized it was just her in the room. “Why…?” [Name] asked herself before she remembered being invited to a Duelling Club meeting by Puffy. [Name] refused, noting she wanted to wake up early on Saturday so she can go on the first wave of carriage rides to Hogsmeade.

“I think this is a little too early.” [Name] told herself. The meeting didn’t end until midnight and judging from the chattering downstairs it wasn’t even eleven. Curling into herself, [Name] let herself think of her dream again.

Sapnap’s name was mentioned by the voice this time. But why? It hadn’t been mentioned at all until now. Was it because she involved herself with him and her mind subconsciously included him? If it had, then why had it not been Karl, who she spoke to longer, instead of Sapnap?

Sighing, [Name] grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on, the cloak she haphazardly threw on the edge of her bedpost when she came to her dorm room last night. She didn’t bother to spare anyone a glance as she zeroed in on the doorway. It felt too crowded in the common room despite there being only a few students scattered around the room. A sigh of relief escaped her once she felt the frigid air of the basement.

“I have to get out of here…” [Name] whispered to herself. But where to? She wondered to herself. This wasn’t her first time leaving the common room after hours. In exchange for her requests for ingredients, her brother enlisted her help to get materials only found in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. [Name] hadn’t known how many times she scratched herself trying to fit through open pockets in the deteriorating walls to hide away from Filch or the Prefects.

Remembering there was a hallway that leads straight to the astronomy tower almost always empty, [Name] chose that route, making sure to cast a warming charm around her before she went. Usually, she gave herself time to admire the hallway. It was barely used since it was close to Greenhouse 5, which always gave off a putrid smell year-round. Everyone was so focused on the smell, they never realized just how pretty the hallway was.

It could have been from a spell gone wrong, but the ceiling of the hallway was covered in growing vines, pink flowers littering here and there. It reminded [Name] of some sort of nature made solar system. She’d spend hours watching the “sky and stars”, admiring at how the moonlight illuminated the flowers before and after she set out to find the Hogwarts exclusive materials. Right now, however, [Name]’s mind could only focus on one thing: the putrid smell. She wished she could have focused on the overgrown vines, but if she did that would have meant she’d go into deep thoughts.

She’d rather not go into deep thoughts.

That would lead her straight back to her nightmare, wondering why Sapnap was involved in it this time.

Quickening her steps, [Name] spared no time to deal with the putrid scents. Once the door was closed, she let out the breath she held quietly, turning a corner where the astronomy tower was. Just as she was about to head for the tower, she heard a familiar set of voices from the other hallway.

“--idiot. Absolute idiot. I can’t believe you froze up just because I opened the door on you two.” Sapnap said quietly. “You totally had her attention, man.”

“Shut the hell up.” [Name] heard Dream said harshly. “We wouldn’t know anymore because someone decided to make things awkward and point out the fact we were still holding hands!”

A laugh erupted from Sapnap this time. [Name] moved her head around a corner, spotting the two friends standing around in the dark hallways, wands lit, but aimed at the ground. She fought back a giggle as she noticed the Gryffindor’s panda themed pajama pants.

“Aw, don’t get all sad about it, Dream. From the looks of it we’ll be seeing her more with whatever deal you struck with her. Maybe once you guys get to be friends, you can set me up with her--”

“Watch it Sapnap.” Dream interrupted, voice cutting a little harshly this time. “Besides, you’ll have to get past her friend first.”

A groan erupted from Sapnap’s lips. “Ugh. Don’t remind me. Just the conversation at the library made me want nervous. You weren’t kidding when you said she says it like it is. Kinda scary.”

Are they talking about… Me? [Name] thought to herself. That means they were talking about--

“I told you so.” Dream said lightheartedly. “Don’t get it wrong, though. She’s really nice. Let’s me copy her notes whenever we were serving detention.”

“Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?” Sapnap snapped. “[Name] nearly tore me to shreds when I was trying to convince her on getting the shrake spine. I don’t think I’d want to have another conversation with her.”

[Name] had no issues with people’s criticism with her. Afterall, everyone was human; there was no once set way of thinking and perception will always be different from person to person. As someone who was considered to be “the perfect example of a Slytherin”, she had her fair share of good and bad comments that she usually didn’t care for.

At least, she thought she did. An odd tugging feeling occurred on her chest as she processed Sapnap’s words. She didn’t blame him--after all she was a little short with him at the library. Maybe Karl didn’t tell him that she said sorry? [Name] didn’t care at this point now. She turned her back back to the wall, huffing in annoyance as she felt a sting in the back of her eyes. There was no way she was going to let this get to her.

“Don’t say that,” Dream defended, sounding as if it was his duty to preserve his housemate’s name. “She’s been going through a lot, apparently. I’m surprised she has enough energy to even focus on writing notes, let alone make them as neat as she does with them.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sapnap asked, a tone of inquiry evident.

“Well Minx says she’s been--wait, who is that?” Dream asked as he looked past Sapnap’s shoulder. Right at the corner [Name] was peeking from.

Sapnap, seeming more frightened than curious like his friend, jumped as he spun his body around in alarm, eyes wide. They pointed their wands toward her, illuminating her face. They all stood in front of one another, mouths agape. There was a bit of silence around them, awkwardly looking at one another as they slowly realized [Name] must have heard a good portion of their conversation.

“[Name]--” Dream started, prepared to remedy the situation.

“I was just passing by.” [Name] interrupted, standing up straighter as she stared the two boys down. I’m not letting them notice anything. “I heard some people talking; should have expected it to be you guys.”

Her eyes flicked to Sapnap, who seemed to have his mouth sealed the entire time, face unreadable through the harsh lighting pointed her way. He stood stiffly, though, as if he were a child caught in the act of doing something he was told not to do. His eyes were trained on her face, which was squinting from the light emitting from their wands.

He wanted to say something. [Name] wasn’t going to let him. She turned to Dream, lips turned up in a grateful smile. Gratitude waved over her at the way he came to her defence just minutes earlier. Dream, while he was a little mean and childish at times, understood people the best from his little friend group, second to Karl. Unlike most of their housemates, he took time knowing people before passing judgement--hence why his friend group was so diverse in regards of the houses. It was something she was grateful for since her constant nightmares made her irritable when she wasn’t in a teasing mood.

“If you don’t mind, I kind of want to get to the astronomy tower without getting caught by Filch or the Prefects. So can you just turn them down or point them to the opposite direction?” [Name] asked, motioning at their wands. She watched as Sapnap switched to his opposite hand, watching as the light caught a portion of his face. A slight twinge of amusement bloomed as she realized his face was bright red, probably embarrassed from getting caught by the very person he was criticizing..

“Sorry.” Was all Sapnap could say, though [Name] felt like it was more than just for shooting the light her way. Dream turned to look at him, eyes narrowed to a knowing glare.

“Yeah. We didn’t mean to aim it at you that way. Kinda spooked us.” Dream said, grinning nonchalantly as he tried to change the topic. “I thought you were in your dorm.”

“I was but I…” [Name] trailed off, not wanting to admit her nightmares yet. “The astronomy tower has a good view of the sky. I wanted to see the stars tonight since all I see is murky water.”

Not necessarily a lie, but not entirely the truth. The astronomy tower did have a good view of the sky. No doubt the stars were something to behold, just like every other night. Her reason coming there however… Something she didn’t want to share, especially after what she just heard. Not wanting to hear anything else, [Name] bid the two schemers goodbye before making her way to the spiraling staircase, excited to finally see the stars and, more importantly, not talk for several hours.

“Karl told me we should be meeting them around here. Apparently, there was a Pogrebin sighting around here.”

[Name] nodded at the older Hufflpuff. Just like Karl promised, he found [Name]’s friend without much issue and asked for her assistance--in secret, of course. She was the daughter of a renowned Magizoologist, meaning she wasone of the few students who was experienced enough to deal with Class XXX Beasts such as Pogrebins. Additionally, she was one of the few people [Name] brought around when collecting potion ingredients from the forest and was more than happy to help a friend out.

Both of them glazed their eyes over the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. It was dark out--not an unusual time for them to be out gathering materials; the best and rarest came out at night. An unusual discomfort rose in [Name]’s chest as she continued to stare out into the forest, shocking her a little bit.

She enjoyed the quiet a lot more than she did noise lately and she hoped the Forbidden Forest would be somewhat helpful, even if her she had more company than expected. However, at the moment, she felt as though she’d rather collapse and give up on the search for the Pogrebin.

“It’s close,” the Hufflepuff commented offhandedly. “You feel like you want to collapse, right?” At [Name]’s nod, the older girl continued. “They want you like that. By the time you fall on your knees, they attack and try to eat you.”

“How come you don’t look like you’re affected by it?” [Name] asked.

The Hufflepuff shrugged in response. “I think I’m used to it. Not to mention, I haven’t exactly been having nightmares constantly these past few years.”

“What’s that have to do with Pogrebins trying to eat you?” Another voice chimed in. Both girls looked up, watching as three figures ambled toward them. Sapnap, Karl, and Punz looked more than energetic as they crossed the field. Just like [Name] advised during dinner, they bundled up in clothes and wore boots instead of their signature sneakers. She raised an eyebrow, however, when she noticed them decked out in their Quidditch gear.

“Having nightmares means your mind is more…” Her friend met [Name]’s eyes, trying to find proper words as she explained, “Vulnerable. Pogrebins depend on that vulnerability so the despair can consume you faster.”

“Sounds like something of major concern.” Punz commented, looking between the two girls before looking back at his companions. “Should some of us not be here then?”

“Just make sure you tell me if you’re feeling like you want to fall over. Out here, we can’t hide emotions or else it will quite literally be the death of us.” The Hufflepuff sixth year said as she gripped her wand. “Make sure you know the Stunning Spell by heart; we’ll need that to subdue it. If not, I hope all of you can pack a lot into a kick.”

“We’ll lose the night time if we keep talking,” [Name] said as she turned and walked toward the forest. The feeling of hopelessness had started to get to her, but at her friend’s words she knew better than to succumb to it. “Let’s go.”

“Aye aye, boss.” Karl said, patting Sapnap’s back to urge him forward. “Or should I say girlboss.”

“I swear on Rowena’s grave, Karl…” [Name] started the same time she heard Sapnap let out an amused “Dude.” She stopped her sentence, her eyes flicking back on Sapnap who quieted around the same time she did, meeting her gaze. It wasn’t even a second later did [Name] turn her attention ahead of her, ignoring the way the Pogrebin inducing pity party subsided to let the butterflies in her stomach flutter for a moment.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed. It never will if you have someone as analyzing as Punz or as observant of her friend. It only took a second for the sixth years to notice something had happened between them. There wasn’t much conversation besides Karl and Sapnap making jokes only they understood and maybe Punz and asking her friend some questions to pass the time.

They all stopped after a few minutes until they went farther in the woods, where the dirt path forked into two different paths. [Name] shook her head as she spotted her housemate grab Karl by the shoulderpads wordlessly and urged him to move forward. Her Hufflepuff friend, as if reading Punz’s mind, smiled “innocently” [Name]’s way.

“We’ll be close by. You and Sapnap should look on the other end. Remember what I said about the Stuning Spell. Call me if you need anything.” She reminded quickly as she raced toward the blonde and brunette. So much for Hufflepuff hospitality.

[Name] watched in horror as she realized she was alone with Sapnap. They stood in front of one another wordlessly, Sapnap staring straight at her while she scratched her neck as a means to ease her discomfort. Not speaking a word, [Name] just offered a tight smile as she walked forward. She could hear Sapnap give a sigh, not saying anything either as he kept a distance while walking behind her.

She was more than glad he was chose to be quiet. Ever since her encounter with him after hours, her nightmares had only started to include him more and more. She wasn’t sure why it was that way, but she can hear the voice still urging him to wake up.

Wake up to what, though? [Name] thought to herself. Not to mention, whose voice was that?

After a few nights of trying to remember, [Name] was sure it was a woman’s, however it was so distorted she couldn’t sort out whose it was. Maybe once she takes the mind breaking potion, she’ll--

“Watch out!” Sapnap’s voice called out. She felt a pair of arms encase around her, pulling her away from a deteriorating cliff. Just below were a set of dead trees that looked painful if fallen into. Gasping, [Name] turned her body into Sapnap’s, allowing him to hold her tighter in response as he backed themselves away onto safer ground.

Shocked, [Name] still watched the cliff as some of it crumbled away. She felt Sapnap let out a relieved sigh against her, resting his head against a tree behind them as the final waves of adrenaline fell away from them. They let the rest of it go away as they stood with one another, arms still around one another as they watched the edge again.

“Shit…” [Name] said. “I almost died.”

“You almost died.” Sapnap repeated, just as shocked as her. He pulled himself away from her, realizing he was holding her a little longer than he should have. [Name] coughed, an attempt to hide her embarrassment, before turning her attention back to the dark forest. “Karl told me you know the Forbidden Forest like the back of your hand.”

“I do.” [Name] replied, taking offense to Sapnap’s implications. “I was just…”

She bit her lip, willing herself to keep quiet again. How could she tell someone who doesn’t even like her very presence about her nightmares if she can’t even tell her best friends about it? Sighing, she shook her head, waving a hand as if to say it was nothing. Attempting to brush past him, she was stopped when she felt Sapnap’s hand grip her wrist.

It wasn’t like the one at the library, where it was a little too hard and almost quick. This one was gentle and his fingers ghosted just above the veins. Looking up, she met Sapnap’s dark blue ones, which seemed hardened, but not in the way [Name] perceived it to be mad. It was more understanding.

“Is it those nightmares?” Sapnap asked, causing [Name]’s mouth to drop open as she stared at him.

“Who told you--” [Name] started.

“No one. It’s on your face. You have bags under your eyes because you can’t sleep. Your skin looks like it hasn’t seen the sun in days. Not to mention you started acting less and less… Well, you.” Sapnap rambled off, the last point making [Name] huff out a laugh.

“Like you know anything about me.” [Name] accused.

“I don’t.” Sapnap admitted, sounding almost sad as he said the words. “I do know how you usually are with everyone--snappy, kind of a jerk--”

“Hey--”

“--But you haven’t been like that these past few weeks. You’re too exhausted to even let out an answer when Dream takes a dig at you.” Sapnap finished. “Right now, you almost got yourself killed because you didn’t notice something that was so obvious.” [Name]’s jaw tightened as she let her shoulders relax in defeat, knowing the Gryffindor was right.

“You don’t have to tell me everything about whatever’s been keeping you up at night, but it would help to talk about it.” Sapnap said as he led her away from the cliff. “It certainly did with me when I startd having nightmares. Plus we shouldn’t hide much or else we could die, according to your friend.”

“You too?” [Name] asked, curious.

Sapnap nodded, eyes glossing over as he thought over it. “It started happening a year ago. It felt like I was dying. Like I was--”

“Drowning.” [Name] finished for him, realization hitting her as she processed what he said. Sapnap tuned to her, eyes wide as he nodded in confirmation. “Someone’s telling you to--”

“Wake up.” Sapnap said. “How--”

“I’ve had the same nightmare. Dying like I was drowning.” [Name] admitted. “It started two years ago for me. I always thought it was more than nightmares, though. Clearly it is if you’re experiencing the same thing I am…”

[Name] felt herself space out once more, head abuzzed as she tried to think of every possible way as to how it was possible for two people to experience similar dreams. There is no way… Unless--

A scream interrupted [Name]’s pacing. She was quick to jump toward Sapnap, gripping his gear clad arm, fear crawling up her spine. “That’s Karl.” Sapnap remedied, though he said it quieter, as if he was just woke up from a dream or something. Looking at him, [Name] realized he was staring intently at the hands gripping around his arm.

A sigh escaped [Name]’s lips, hands relinquishing their hold on him. She walked ahead, clearly flustered by her own uncharacteristic action. “The Pogrebin must be close by or something.”

Karl’s scream ripping through the forest caused the both of them to pause. It sounded uncharacteristically like his usual high pitched screams--this one had actual fear in it. Drawing his wand, Sapnap speeded past her as he yelled, “I think it’s closer than you think!”

[Name] had no time to argue as she pulled her own wand out, following the sound of the younger Hufflepuff’s voice. They traversed through the trees, Sapnap allowing [Name] to lead the way. Once they realized Karl’s voice was getting closer, [Name] was quick to cast a spell at the foliage, moving apart and causing a shorter path that lead to them seeing Karl run away from a boulder looking creature.

“Pogrebin!” The older Hufflepuff girl informed as she held Punz up in her arms. “It tried attacking Punz and Karl cast a Stunning Spell but it ran off and hit Punz instead!!”

Karl’s horrified screams echoed around the field. [Name] didn’t take a second to hand Sapnap a few big rocks. Understanding her motive, both of them lobbed rocks at the Pogrebin until it stopped to look at them. [Name]’s nose wrinkled as she watched it bare it’s sharp teeth at them before running their way.

“What now?” Sapnap asked, standing behind her as he gripped her shoulders.

“Chicken…” [Name] muttered under her breath as she looked around her. Spotting a long green material, she pointed her wand at it. “Accio vine!”

She wasted no time shoving the other end of the vine into Sapnap’s hands, pushing him as she backed away. The vine tightened, tripping the Pogrebin over as it came closer and closer . “That worked?!” [Name] asked out loud.

“You didn’t think it would?!” Karl asked, shocked that she had not believed in her own plan.

It was Sapnap’s turn to override their shock as he pointed his wand at the still collapsed Pogrebin. “Stupefy!” He commanded, a light casting out from the tip of his hand and directly toward the creature. Not a second did it try to get up did it completely collapse once more, immobilized.

Everyone stood still in the middle of the forest, breathing heavily and staring at one another before Sapnap decided to move, his eyes trained on Punz, who was still on the ground with [Name]’s friend holding him. [Name] gasped as she realized the Hufflepuff had a harsh looking bite mark digging into her arm. It was deep, blood staining the sleeve so much, no one believe it was white previously.

“I was trying to help.” Her friend explained upon noticing [Name]’s trained eyes on her torn arm. “It almost bit Punz’s head off.”

“And it bit you instead!” Punz countered gruffly, finally shaking off the effects of the Stunning Spell. He pushed himself off of her, switching positions as he held onto her, examining her bloodied arm. [Name] watched with narrowed eyes when Punz uncharacteristically ran a hand through her friend’s hair, whispering something only they could hear. That’s a new discovery…

“Can I get some help?” Sapnap called out. [Name] turned her head, watching the Gryffindor try to lift the stunned Pogrebin over. Quickly, she shuffled tugged Karl by the arm and brought themselves over to Sapnap, deciding to give their older friends some privacy.

With the two boys pointing their wand at the creature, [Name] quickly lifted it’s mouth, easing a tooth out with a wordless spell. “Ugh, gross.” She groaned out as she put the bloodied material on a napkin.

“Shouldn’t you be used to this?” Sapnap teased, trying to ease the tension.

“Doesn’t mean I like it. I’d rather watch Romeo and Juliet over there.” [Name] said, motioning her head toward Punz and the Hufflepuff. Both boys turned, watching with great interest as the two spoke silent whispers to one another, hands clasped over each other. Their eyes widened as they watched Punz knock his head against the Hufflepuff girl’s forehead.

Sapnap and Karl’s mouths hung open at the unexpected couple’s subtle romantic display. Sapnap closed it before opening it again, ready to say something. “Don’t,” [Name] interrupted quietly, eyes hardening as she met Sapnap’s. “Let them be concerned for each other. I have a feeling they don’t really get these kinds of moments.”

“A near death experience?” Sapnap asked.

[Name] smacked his shoulder. “You know what I mean. Just leave them alone so stop staring at them. Especially you Karl.”

“She--He--” Karl stuttered. His mouth opened and closed like a fish as he continued to look onward at them. “Dating? She never even mentioned anyone.”

“That’s kind of the whole point of secretly dating, genius.” Sapnap countered. “Now come on; do as she says so we can finish this night already. What even happened anyways?”

“I was feeling left out,” Karl admitted, casting a spell with Sapnap to lift the Pogrebin and settle it farther into the forest. “Punz said he wanted you guys to have some alone time or something. Then those two kept whispering about whatever--though, I’m kind of glad I didn’t bother trying to listen. Didn’t help my little sadness, y’know.”

“I’m sorry, Karl.” [Name] apologized, a sadness waving over her. Since their meeting at the library, her and Karl had spoken enough times to consider one another friends. She was more than sure he had a bit of an idea about her nightmares.

He made sure to constantly pester her about what she needed the mind breaking potion for whenever they met; while she never admitted to it being nightmares, [Name] relinquished some information, some of it still pretty vague. Regardless, he was still someone she considered a friend so completely ignoring him because she was so focused on the idea of being alone with Sapnap made her feel guilty.

Shaking his head, Karl only said, “I shouldn’t have give into that feeling. No one would’ve been attacked if I didn’t let it feed off my emotions.”

“Doesn’t mean we should invalidate them, man.” Sapnap said seriously, clapping a hand over Karl’s shoulder once they put enough distance between themselves and the Pogrebin. “You should’ve been there anyways; apparently she’s been having the same dreams as I am.”

“How is that possible?” Karl inquired, a little shocked at the revelation.

“No clue.” [Name] answered this time as they walked back to their other friends. Once entering the clearing, she spotted her Hufflepuff friend, arms still bloody, but wrapped in gauze--no doubt it being from her bag since [Name] knew no one else would think once about possible injuries. She stood a little off ways from Punz, whose eyes were practically glued to the back of her head. A frown settled on the older girl’s face. Clearly, the conversation turned sour during their time away.

“For now, let’s just get back before the spell wears off that Pogrebin. I don’t think it’ll wake up all giddy missing a tooth.” [Name] said. Both boys nodded, understanding her half assed reasoning before walking up to their friends.

A quiet gasp escaped [Name]’s as she jolted herself awake from her spot at the farthest corner of the library. The nightmare. Again. Like always, it ended with someone calling out Sapnap’s name. [Name] rubbed her eyes, trying to remember farther from the drowning incident. Once she gets the potion made, she was sure she would be able to go farther back in her memories.

“Nightmare again?” A voice chimed in.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t happen.” [Name] said to Karl, leaning back on her seat once she woke up. It had been almost two months since the Pogrebin incident and not much had changed, save for managing to get the rest of the potion materials. The older Hufflepuff girl had to be taken to the St. Mungo’s for treatment since the bite was so deep. [Name] had apologized almost a million times since her return, which was usually met with her light hearted laughter.

“Next time, we can try and see if I can turn my limbs into iron for a few moments.” [Name] recalled her saying. It had really amazed her at how dismissive she had been the whole duration of their conversation. Though, [Name] was more than sure it was because Punz had been there before her.

Since the accident, [Name] made sure to keep her (and sometimes even Punz) away from trying to get involved in her, Sapnap, and Karl’s efforts in making the potion. Occasionally, one of their other friends would be there, helping Karl research the meaning of the nightmares while [Name] and Sapnap tried to figure out how to get the rest of the ingredients.

“Same thing?” Sapnap asked from across from her, breaking her from her thoughts. She didn’t need to provide an answer, just a look that seemed to have said What else? “You should take the deep sleep potion Dream gave you.”

“And not try to figure out what we’ve been seeing?” [Name] countered back. Unlike [Name], Sapnap did his best to have dreamless sleep. His dreams had begun only months ago so he wasn’t quite used to it the way [Name] was, which shocked him when she had told him it had been almost two years since her own started.

Sapnap pointed at his face as he said, “Well, some of us don’t look like we just got punched in the face because of a good night’s sleep.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look worse than Filch after he’s had a good night’s sleep,” Sapnap said matter-of-factly. “Have you seen yourself lately? You’re so sleep deprived because you keep waking up in the middle of the night and never going back to sleep.”

[Name] glared at Sapnap, though she didn’t bother denying it. In fact, she had seen herself this morning. The bags under her eyes were sunken and dark, a clear indication from lacking in any sleep. Her hair looked like it had been swept by wind coming from every direction. Her skin felt papery and dry from lack of hydration.

Of course she knew what she was doing wasn’t good for her--there were nights before she went to sleep wondering if she should stop herself and take the potion Dream gave her. However, she knew would never stop thinking about the dream--in particular, the mysterious voice--if she tried to ignore it.

“You might be alright with ignoring it, but I’d rather address it head on,” [Name] snapped. “Not that you would know; since you don’t like having conversations with me.”

She turned her head back down to the letter she was writing before she had fallen asleep, ignoring the heaviness of Sapnap’s stare on her at the slight dig. Clearly, he seemed to have remembered that night as much as she did from the way he tensed up.

Karl, seeming to have sensed the tension between the two, immediately changed the subject. “How is the letter to your brother going?”

“Fine.” [Name] said offhandedly. “He said he can get us the shrake spine, but it will take a few more months. I’m just sending a correspondence to say thank you.”

“Does he know about your nightmares?” Karl asked further.

“Yeah, but not by much. No doubt he knows what I’m up to since shrake spines aren’t used too often for things.”

“He must be concerned for you then.”

[Name] let out a laugh, smirking at Karl as she said, “Not necessarily. He’s more in for half of the money Sapnap paid me to get the shrake spine. I don’t blame him, though. 50 Galleons is a lot.”

“Just so you know, that was two year’s worth of Galleons. I felt like a portion of my life went away.” Sapnap butted in.

Karl let out a quiet laugh at her joke, [Name] joining him soon after. They continued their conversation, Sapnap commenting every now and then, though [Name] did notice a significant drop in his attitude since her implication of having knowledge of his hurtful comment all those months ago. They carried on with their work, bringing up small things every now and then as Karl and Sapnap did the research as [Name] wrote the correspondence letter.

Almost an hour went by when all three of them looked up when they heard footsteps coming by. “Eyyy--” Quackity started, but was abruptly stopped when they were interrupted by a George hushing him, motioning that they were in a library.

“Quackity, George! What’s up?” Sapnap said, visibly relaxing at the sight of his friends.

“We came to tell you we found something. About your little night terrors being connected.” George said, motioning at some scrolls underneath his arm. Quackity waved a book that was held tightly in his hands, handing it to [Name]. George handed Sapnap the scrolls, who took no time unrolling the scroll on their long table.

[Name] could only catch a few words such as “connection” and “visions” before her eyes furrowed in confusion at the mess of writing. Shaking her head, she looked back at the book Quackity handed over to her. The middle of the book had piece of scrap paper wedged between it, the writing not legible just yet since it was hidden within the book. Opening the book, she caught the note as she read the passage in front of her carefully.

Typically, it is rare even in the Wizarding World for two people to share visions. There have been instances as of recent, however it was out of special circumstances and the connection was made out of pure accident since one of the individuals was intended to be dead. In extremely special cases, when two individuals share the same visions, it is typically because there is a possibility they had a strong bond in a previous or multiple--

“A mind connection? ‘Usually connected due to circumstances regarding past lives’?” Sapnap interrupted, looking up from his spot as he pointed at a portion of the scroll. “Is that even possible?”

“Clearly it is.” George said, looking between [Name] and Sapnap. “If you two are having identical visions and there’s multiple accounts, then it’s definitely something close to that. The scroll was sent to Eret from one of the archives at the Ministry of Magic and the book was from a few years ago. I think Dream’s girlfriend looked through it as well. She even wrote a note.”

At the mention of her dormmate, [Name] looked down at the scrap of paper in her hands, looking down at her neat handwriting as she read the words “SOUL LINK/SOULMATES?” in heavy black ink. A frown settled on her face as she read the words over and over. Her and Sapnap? Soulmates? She would have believed time traveling to be real sooner than making that assumption.

Flipping through a few more pages in the book, she noticed a few sentences were highlighted, detailing the indications of soul links.

Strong emotions when affecting the other.

The night when I was trying to go to the Astronomy Tower.

Explosive or synched reactions.

When we were helping get rid of that Pogrebin.

Comfort in one another.

When we found out about each other having the same dreams...

Sapnap motioned for the book, [Name] handing it to him without any question, watching as a heavy blush settled on his face as he processed the words. Running a hand over his unshaven face, he avoided [Name]’s eyes as he handed the book back. Typically, she would have laughed at him, but there was no way she would right now because she was just as flustered as him; she just took it in a calmer way.

George, clearly understanding the damage he caused, smiled as he said, “I think you two need to talk. Go for a walk. We’ll clean up for you two.”

[Name] opened her mouth, ready to counter, but was immediately shut down by Karl who pulled her out of her seat before tugging Sapnap out of his. Both did their best to protest as they were tugged out of the library, but was silenced by not only Karl, but by Madam Pince. [Name] only managed to get her Hufflepuff friend’s name out of her lips by the time they were out of the library.

“Karl--”

“Talk.” Karl said simply, looking between the two. A sneaky smile fell on his lips when he added, “Now that we know what the weird tension is between you two, I’d suggest behaving.”

“Dude.” Sapnap said defensively, but was cut off shortly at the shutting of a door. Both stared at the library door, mouths agape in shock as they heard his all too familiar giggling from behind it.

“I can’t believe them…” [Name] trailed off, annoyance waving off her. She didn’t even manage to get her canvas bag before being pushed out...

Sapnap could only nod in agreement. “Dream’s girlfriend probably told dumbed the theory down for George and Quackity before they came here and wanted us to find out ourselves. There’s no way those two would’ve been able to figure it out without help.”

[Name] fought back a smile at the Gryffindor’s implication of his friends’ obliviousness to detail. “Like you haven’t done that before? Last I remembered, we wouldn’t have been in this situation if someone didn’t ask me to help him out.”

“I have valid reasons. I actually admit to being stupid while those two don’t.” Sapnap replied back haughtily, though [Name] can see a faint smile at her reminder. “Anyways, I think we need to have a much needed talk.”

“About the soulmate thing.” [Name] stated.

“About the soulmate thing.” Sapnap confirmed with a nod. “And… I kinda need to apologize for that night when we were out past curfew.”

“You mean the time where you said I wasn’t easy to talk to and you never wanted to do it again?” [Name] reminded coyly, making Sapnap burn red but still glare weakly.

“Like I said, I can admit when I’m being stupid. That was me being stupid and not bothering to get to know you more,” Sapnap said candidly. “I really am sorry about that night, though. You were going through as much as I was and I never considered your feelings and--and--”

[Name] sighed, shaking her head as she watched him struggle to say the next words. She put a hand on his shoulder to halt his stuttering, a smile on her face as she attempted to subdue his ranting. “We can just ignore it happened, alright Sapnap? I said some awful things as well; we should probably just ignore it and try to find a way to make that mind breaking potion.”

“But we can’t.” Sapnap opposed as he took hold of [Name]’s hand on his shoulder, removing there but not bothering to stop holding it. He either didn’t notice the growing blush on his face or chose to ignore it as he stared at their conjoined hands. “We really can’t. Especially after this whole soulmate thing being revealed.”

“You can’t possibly think it’s real, could you?” [Name] asked meekly, this time being the shy one at the mention of their soul link. “There could be other possible explanations.”

Sapnap brought his head up, eyes questioning her as he leaned forward. “We’re literally trying to find a way to look into identical dreams we’ve been having, which could possibly--and most likely is--a memory from our past lives because of a soul link. There’s no other way there’s other possible explanation.”

[Name] swallowed her nervousness down as she stared into Sapnap’s eyes, searching for a sign of falter. Was he only saying this out of duty or was it because he really did like the idea of them being soulmates? She was going to admit it to herself, but she couldn’t help but be happy it was Sapnap of all people to be connected to.

Why exactly? She had no idea why. Maybe it was a subconscious thing--their past lives being attached to one another and all--but a part of her had found him a lot more interesting, their little quarrels subsided, than she’d like to admit ever since the night at the Forbidden Forest all those months ago. She wouldn’t jump on the word love but crushing was definitely an option…

She would never admit it, though, especially to Sapnap of all people. Instead, she said, “You kind of were stupid for saying that.”

“Look, in my defense, you were being pretty standoffish.” Sapnap defended, shoulders relaxing as his jubilant persona started to come out more. A grin settled on his face as he leaned in closer. [Name] made sure to lean back, rolling her eyes as she realized he was starting to come back. “Come on, admit it.”

“I never said I’d never deny it, even though I think it’s pretty valid to not want my bones to, y’know, break. You can break yours all you want, but I myself would rather avoid pain and suffering as much as possible if I can allow it.” [Name] informed matter-of-factly.

“Spoken like a true Slytherin.” Sapnap laughed out, squeezing her hand as it intensified. “So what do you say? Truce? I know you’re kind of on the cusp of all this ‘soulmate’ thing, but we’re going to be connected to each other whether you like it or not and I’d rather have us get along instead of arguing all the time--”

“Truce.” [Name] finalized, hushing his ramblings at the utterance of the word. This time, it was her turn to squeeze his hand.

“Truce.” Sapnap repeated, smiling.

Pulling her coat tighter, [Name] glared at her housemates as she shivered in the stands with them. “Remind me why I said yes to coming to a Quidditch game with you.”

“Because you love me?” Her housemate asked. “And your boyfriend asked you to.”

“Sapnap isn’t my boyfriend!” [Name] snapped, blush evident on her face. Sure, ever since they caled a truce, they began to be around each other more, though there was very minimal changes. Instead of explosive arguing whenever they had a disagreement, they usually chose to talk to one another about it so their conversations were significantly less anger fueled and any awkwardness between them was completely gone. “We’re just--”

“Soulmates.” Minx finished from beside her, looping an arm around her. “Yeah we get it.”

“Soulmates don’t need to date just because they’re connected, y’know.” [Name] informed, nudging her other friend. “You should know that; you’re the one that told me about it.”

Her dormmate rolled her eyes at the lame excuse. “Yeah I remember. I also remember Sapnap lending you his scarf and asking you to cheer for him when he’s up against our house.”

[Name] tugged her coat over her neck, trying to hide the red and gold scarf Sapnap had given her before heading off to his team. He had asked her to cheer for him jokingly in passing as he left, but [Name] was sure he was being a little bit serious. Regardless of the joke, she was more than happy to follow through with it, though she would never admit that to her friend or Minx.

“You’re just upset because Dream is upset,” [Name] said. Dream had come to visit his girlfriend right before the game started. He was observant as ever when he spotted the scarf sticking out from the rest of her green attire. Needless to say, she had a bit of a telling off from her housemate that went somewhere along the lines of cozying up to the enemy. As if he wasn’t going to address the fact that Sapnap was his longest friend. “I swear you two are more in sync than Sapnap and I--and we have a valid reason for that, need I remind you.”

“That’s what happens when you’re in a relationship.” The Slytherin girl countered, smile on her face as she prepared her next words. “You and Sapnap have it easy; you have it pre-built in your systems.”

“We’re not--”

“AND GRYFFINDOR IS THE WINNER!” HBomb’s voice echoed across the field, garnering a cheer from the opposite end of the field. From across the field [Name] watched in amusement as Gryffindor and it’s supporters went wild, becoming even more hectic when the Gryffindor Quidditch team lined up in front of them.

A smile crossed her face as she spotted Sapnap’s white bandana flying throug his dark hair as he circled around his housemates, fist pumping. It widened even more when he turned to high five Quackity, giving his fellow Beater, before spotting her. He waved a hand her way before motioning it around her neck. Clearly he was asking about the scarf.

Ruffling a hand inside her coat, she pulled it out, motioning it for him to see that it was still around her neck. He seemed to have enjoyed the action, turning back to cheer even louder to the crowd in front of him. A laugh left [Name]’s lips as he flew a few laps around the field.

“Ooh.” Minx teased, nudging [Name]. “That’s not very friend like.”

[Name] could only roll her eyes as she watched everyone make their way down from the stands. Tugging on Minx’s arms, she urged her friends to get down, wanting to get away from the wind.

“Wait! [Name]!” A voice halted her. Turning her head, she watched as Sapnap flew toward the Slytherin stands, arm waving to get her attention. [Name] barely even heard Minx’s jibes as she let her go, pushing her away quickly and running off. [Name] gripped her arms to her sides tighter as she made her way over to him, blocking the bright reflection of the clouds to look up at Sapnap.

His dark hair was pushed back by his bandana, letting the chilly air blow on his face to help himself cool down from the long game. He had shaved a few days ago, but a beard was beginning to grow around his jaw once more, adding more into his rugged look. A wolfish grin made its way to his face once they were within speaking range. [Name] did her best to fight off the churning in her stomach as she came closer.

“Congratulations on the win.” [Name] complemented, smiling back at him. She reached for his scarf, assuming he had called her over to take it back.

A hand settled a top of her’s halting her from removing it around her neck. “Keep it.” Sapnap said as he came down on the stands. “I like it on you. Plus, I think you’re my lucky charm when you wear that; my team scored so many goals.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” [Name] said, feeling blood rushing to her cheeks as she ignored his first statement. “Dream will be pretty upset.”

“Well, he can be a big pissbaby all he wants; his girlfriend is there to make sure he doesn’t cry.” Sapnap said dismissively, laughing when he caught [Name] let out a muffled laugh underneath his scarf. Leaning against his broom, he let his eyes settled on her, lingering mainly on his scarf around her. [Name] looked away, flustered at his blatant actions. “Listen, there’s a party at Gryffindor Tower to celebrate the win. I know you’re kind of with the opposing team--”

“I beg to differ.” [Name] interrupted as she lifted his scarf, waving it in front of his face. Sapnap’s grin widened, though it turned a little shyer than the last one.

“--and everyone is technically invited, but I wanted to ask if you… Wanted to come with me? It doesn’t start until seven and you honestly don’t need to go if you don’t want--”

“I’ll go.” [Name] interrupted.

“You will?” Sapnap asked, excited. At her nod, Sapnap let out a loud Yes!, the words echoing around the empty field. Giggling, [Name] turned, ready to let him celebrate his successful effort. She hadn’t seen Sapnap snap his attention back to her, jogging up behind her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

Mouth agape, [Name] ghosted her fingers over her flushed cheek, watching as Sapnap ran off, yelling out “I’ll pick you up at 6:50!” as he jumped back on his broom and disappeared.

[Name] fiddled with her skirt as she laughed at Dream's scowling face in the common room. "Oh, stop your little pouting session, you big baby." [Name] chastised as she elbowed her friend. "Plus, you never acted like this whenever Slytherin loses since all your friends are on their own Quidditch teams."

"I don't have an issue with losing," Dream stated, frowning as he watched [Name] huff out a laugh. "I have an issue with one of my own housemates colluding with the enemies."

"He wasn't an enemy before the game. He's your best friend." Dream's girlfriend corrected, glaring at his childish behavior.

"He asked her out on a date!" Dream emphasized.

"Not a date." [Name] corrected the blonde.

"Oh so I guess that little kiss he planted on your cheek was just between friends, huh?" Dream asked, laughing when [Name] gaped at him in shock. How does he manage to know everything that happens with him and his friends so much? "Oh come on, it doesn't take rocket science to see that dopey look on his face afterwards. He only gets that way with girls he likes."

[Name] shook her head at Dream, choosing to ignore the fact that she so happened to be a girl he possibly likes. "He invited you, too."

"Yeah, but I didn't get a kiss on the cheek."

"Because he knows better." Dream's girlfriend joked, planting a kiss on his cheek to calm him down. She turned to [Name] with a smile. "I think it's great you and Sapnap get along, dating or not. I don't know why it never never occurred to me that there was a reason why you two were like that."

"Why would you say that?" [Name] inquired, curious.

Dream spoke up this time. "For starters, you're both a pain in the ass when you want to make a point. Always arguing even if you can be wrong."

"Not possible. I'm always right."

"There's also whatever that is you just displayed."

"Confidence." Dream's girlfriend offered, settling her fingers to pinch his cheeks as punishment. "You both just display it differently. Sapnap through physicality and you through your knowledge."

"Not to mention it's like both of you have some empath connection. It's like you both can feel each other's emotions and feed off it at the same time even way before. Y'know how many times he practically kicked himself for like two years after the salad bowl incident? He couldn't even explain it; he just felt bad." Dream said.

Did he really think about it for that long? [Name] asked herself. She barely even remembered that day, only recalling nearly crying her eyes out in embarrassment as she allowed the Head Girl to help her remove the salad dressing out of her hair in the Prefect bathroom. Something in her chest swelled, though. Possibly at the thought of how strong a bond could be. Possibly at the thought that Sapnap was capable of mulling over an incident as small as that. [Name] wondered if he still thinks about the time she caught him saying those negative admissions about her.

"[Name], Sapnap's here." Minx called out from the door. A look of disgust waved over her as she frowned at the doorway. "Hurry before his Gryffindor stench reeks this whole common room."

"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Sapnap's voice boomed from behind the door. Letting out a laugh, she bid her housemates goodbye (and flipped Dream off when she heard him mutter "Don't stray from the path." under his breath), opening the door and smiling at Sapnap. The party was casual, obvious through Sapnap's choice of clothing being a white shirt over a black long sleeve. He wore black cargo pants and some expensive looking shoes. He still had his bandana on as well.

[Name] practically felt overdressed in her skirt and blouse. But I always wear this as casual. She argued to herself, slightly straightening her back in confidence. It shot up even more when she realized Sapnap had not spoken a word yet, still staring at her as his mouth hung ajar. "You okay..? I think you'll catch a fly if you don't shut your mouth" [Nams] teased.

Hiding his blunder with a cough, Sapnap nodded. "Right. Um. Yeah. You look great. I just forgot you had style."

Way to ruin it. "I'd say you have it, too, but I'm not one to lie." [Name] responded, laughing loudly when Sapnap sputtered out insults. Shoving his shoulder forward, she urged the Gryffindor to lead the way. They talked the whole way to the Gryffindor common room, most of it being banter and loads of teasing.

"Okay we're here." Sapnap said, opening the door. [Name] backed out of the way as they realized that once the door had opened, a plate of something came flying at them. Quickly, she walked behind Sapnap as a means to try and block herself from being a target again. Puffy wasn't kidding when she said Gryffindors partied like crazy. Sapnap didn't even seem phased, only bobbing and weaving naturally whenever someone's hand almost hit him. "Guys, I told you to watch over the party while I picked her up."

"Sorry, I was kind of busy keeping Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum from causing twice the damage than now." George admitted as he jammed a thumb behind him. [Name] held a look of amusement as she met Quackity's eyes. He couldn't so much as say hi, though, since he seemed to have had a Silencing Charm casted on him as he screamed something, but no sound coming out.

Karl was sat beside him, his hands bound by rope. He managed to raise both hands, though, as he waved excitedly at [Name]. "Glad to see you here. We weren't sure you'd come since it was your team that lost."

"If Dream can push his ego aside to come with his tail between his legs, then I can do it." [Name] said with a smile. "Besides, I'm not really big on Quidditch. I only came because I was forced to."

"Well aren't you glad you came? You wouldn't have been asked out on a date." George said smugly, eyeing Sapnap through his signature shades.

"It's not a date." Sapnap and [Name] argued together.

"Wow, you're even in sync." Quackity piped up once George said a counter spell for his Silencing Charm. "That's so cute."

"Stop it." Sapnap said, putting his hands on [Name]'s shoulders and maneuvering her away from them. "I only brought her here so she can say hi to Karl, which she did, so now we're going over there and you're staying over here. Got it?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

"No promis--OW! Okay!" George snapped, rubbing his leg as he glared at Karl, who looked back innocently, as if all five of them hadn't seen him punch the Ravenclaw with his still bound hands. He gave an obvious sly thumbs up toward Sapnap, however, and [Name] only rolled her eyes when she met his grinning gaze.

Once the two reached the other side of the room, Sapnap handed her a drink, letting silence between them continue as they took a break from the chaos surrounding them. "Sorry about them. They like to embarrass me." Sapnap said after a moment.

"That's what friends do. We haven't been friends for long and we both do our best to humiliate each other in public all the time." [Name] reminded with a laugh.

Sapnap laughed with her. "I guess you're right. I kinda thought it's because of this whole soulmate thing, but we probably would have been good friends even if the bond didn't exist and we talked more those past years."

"We really would've." [Name] said, smiling as she thought back on her conversation with Dream. Of course it was Sapnap who managed to confirm Dream's observations while claiming they could have been friends even without their souls being linked.

“Thinking about something?” Sapnap asked. A smile was thrown her way when their eyes met.

[Name] offered a nod as she put her drink up to her lips. “The shrake spine--it’s on it’s way over in a few days. We should be able to look back at our memories soon..” She decided to say, not wanting to admit her fondness.

Immediately, Sapnap’s eyes glimmered in excitement. “Really? Now we can finally see what those dreams are all about.”

“Yeah...” [Name] said, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to feel. Was she really ready to look into the night terrors that have been haunting her for so many years?

Sapnap seemed to have understood her sudden solemness, though, nudging her side as he spoke. “Hey, no going back now. We can finally see what’s been getting at us. And more importantly…” He lifted his hand hesitantly, letting it hover close to [Name]’s face. Dragging a thumb under [Name]’s eye, Sapnap let himself get lost in his thought before continuing to speak “You can finally get some sleep.”

[Name] did her best to fight off a blush as she looked down. “That is a pretty promising outcome, not gonna lie. A 6+ hour sleep with no interruption sounded like something unattainable a year ago. It’s a good thing we found each other then.” She teased him, bumping her shoulder against his.

“Is there some kind of hidden context behind that?” Sapnap asked her, making [Name] look up at him, confused.

“Meaning?” [Name] asked, knowing what he was implying. She denied their friends’ dating claims despite being obvious with each other’s feelings toward one another. [Name] only kept claiming there was only a friendship between them despite crossing a few lines with one another (Sapnap’s kiss on her cheek being a prime example) because neither of them seemed want to bring up the elephant in the room until now.

And [Name] wasn’t going to waste a chance with this.

“Well, I mean, we’re already soulmates right?” Sapnap started, watching as [Name] nodded. “And we like each other--”

“Do we now?” [Name] questioned, laughing when Sapnap shoved her shoulder and turned to leave. She called out his name, reaching for his arm as she continued her giggling, urging him to come back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. I know where you’re going, though.”

“So you’ll say yes if I ask you out?” Sapnap asked, fully turning his attention to [Name].

[Name] hummed out, thinking for a minute as she tapped her finger’s against his bicep in thought. “Yes. After I get some sleep and won’t look like this mess.”

[Name] motioned around her face, still riddled with exhaust. Sapnap nodded, seeming to like the arrangement. “I would’ve taken you out, with that needed sleep or not; you look good regardless.”

All she was the deep green water as she spun herself this way and that. The man in her arms was dragging her down, but there was no way she would leave him in the water. This was supposed to be a normal day out with her husband. He promised to take her to somewhere special. But the boat turned over somehow.

Now here she was trying to drag her husband out the water because his head managed to hit the heavy oar he had in his hands when they tipped over. Once she reached to shore, she dragged looked around before finding land. “James, hang in there!” She yelled over at him through the raging water.

Worry grew over her when he didn’t answer. She swam faster, cursing herself for not securing her wand closer to her body. It was somewhere in the water now; she’ll have to revive him the Muggle way. Once they reached land, she didn’t hesitate to crawl up to him and start doing chest compressions, pressing her lips against his after a certain amount of harsh pumps.

“C’mon, wake up! Wake up, James, wake up!” She urged, as if hoping her shouts would help revive him. She continued this for what felt like hour, pushing her palms against his chest, occasionally tapping his face as she yelled out James’s name, before he coughed, water leaving his mouth.

“Adeline--Addie.” James gasped out the minute he managed to get himself together. He continued to cough, letting out a huff when Addie let out a scream of relief, settling herself on his chest. “Addie. Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” Addie snapped, tears streaming down her face. James’s cold thumbs ran across her cheeks, urging the tears away. “You idiot. You didn’t have to grab the oar when we were falling already! What good would that do.”

James let out a laugh, running a tired hand over her hair as he said, “I was making sure it wouldn’t hit you. Of course you’d still focus on calling me an idiot when I was practically dying.”

“You’re an idiot!” Addie sobbed.

James nodded. “I know. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you as many chocolate frogs for the rest of your life. I know how much you like them.”

Addie laughed, letting it continue until it faded…

[Name] gasped herself awake, groaning when she felt a hand run over her hair. “You know that makes me want to sleep again, Sapnap.”

“If it means you get to stay on me, so be it.” Sapnap countered, running his hand over her hair again. “Dream about our past lives again?”

[Name] nodded, settling herself back on his chest as she looked at the mountains they could see plainly from their spot under the tree they were laying on. It had been two years since they re-lived those memories, when they managed to make the potion. [Name] didn’t remember much that day since it had taken most of her and Sapnap’s energy since going through your past memories was uncommon--one could say it was even more rare than finding your soulmate.

She remembered their past names, though. James and Adeline. When she looked them up, it was found that they were wealthy land owners who had no children. Unlike [Name] and Sapanap, they were not aware of the depth of their relationship, though they subconsciously brought themselves together. [Name] almost busted a lung when she found that Sapnap’s past life was the Slytherin and her’s was the Gryffindor.

Sapnap was more shocked with the concept, nearly having a breakdown as he realized their personalities were quite similar to their current selves so why had he gotten into Slytherin his past life? He made sure [Name] never told a soul, knowing full well that Dream would use this against him.

“You seem to like that dream.” Sapnap quipped, tangling his fingers through [Name]’s hair. “Thought you’d hate it since it made you lose all that sleep.”

“It did, but I just like re-living the fact that you were still the biggest idiot in our past relationship. I can’t believe you reached for an oar of all things and you managed to let that hit your head--AHHH!” [Name] was cut off when she felt Sapnap attack her sides, laughing hysterically at his silencing method and hitting his arms at the same time.

Of course, it was to no avail--afterall, he was already signed to be a part of a Quidditch team, meaning he had to stay at his top shape. Sapnap only rolled over, essentially trapping [Name] beneath him. “Shut up.” He said as he pressed his lips against her’s.

Humming, [Name] grabbed his face, keeping him in place before forcing him away. They looked at each other, admiring each other’s features for a moment. Running her thumbs under Sapnap’s eyes, [Name] pressed her lips under both of them before whispering, “Remind me to charm a life jacket on you twice once we get on Sam’s boat.”

“Y’know what--” Sapnap started, grabbing [Name]’s sides and shaking her gently. They continued their play fighting, Sapnap and [Name] occasionally exchanging a kiss until they heard [Name]’s brother call for them.

“As happy as I am to see you all happy, I don’t really wanna see you tackling and then making out with my sister so much.” Sam admonished.

Sapnap pulled away regardless, pulling [Name] up and hugging her close to his side. He hadn’t been phased the least bit by his dig, quite used to his friends already egging on him for being so affectionate with [Name]. “Hey, man I’m just doing this to appease her so when I vomit on her on the boat she won’t feel so annoyed with me.”

Sam howled out in laughter, dodging [Name]’s punches. He clapped hands with Sapnap, nodding in approval. “Good move. I should try that next time.”

“What do you mean by that?” [Name] asked almost immediately, raising an eyebrow at her older brother. Sam, realizing his revelation, only looked away. “Sam, do you have a partner?”

“Not saying anything.” The green haired man said, turning and walking away.

[Name] broke off from Sapnap, sprinting toward the tall man, who ran away upon hearing her hurrying footsteps. “Sam! Stop running and tell me!”

“No way! Go make out with Sapnap!”

It was Sapnap’s turn to respond, running after [Name] as he repeatedly yelled, “Listen to the man, [Name]!”

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𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | cc!karl x reader

→ prompt - “please don’t leave me” for 1k @hufflepuff-writings​ THANK YOU SM for letting me participate!! ^^ this was a lot of fun to write even though I went a sad route with this :,) <3 congrats again, kait! you’re wonderful and absolutely deserve it! hope you’re doing well!!​

→ pairing - cc!karl x gn!reader

→ summery - sunsets are pretty, but karl thinks you’re even prettier. even after the sun is gone and only you, him and the cold night are left, karl still sees nothing but you. the only question is, did you ever even see him?

→ warnings - angst!!!

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It wasn’t the way your brain just happened to be adorably and confusingly all over the place that made him realise.

The soft tone in his voice that had and always will be reserved for your ears only was more of a whiny squeaky expression of displeasure than the usually stutter and kind of gentleness you were used to.

In defence of the boy though, you did really push his buttons today.

Not in the usual way he had sort of admitted to himself as a guilty pleasure, your lingering touches and slightly flirtatious smiles when the two of you would spend the whole day laying around in his room, the tips of your fingers sometimes brushing against yours as he felt his mind go blank for a moment, no it was a different kind of putting him on edge today.

“Come on,” you groaned, leaning your whole upper body back in the standing position you were in before clicking your tongue and snapping back up so quickly Karl was concerned for your back for a moment.

“You know how this is gonna end anyway.”

“No, I don’t,” he tried to argue, his voice wavery as he awkwardly crossed his arms and avoided your gaze for a split second, unable to stop himself from glancing at your slowly approaching form every once in a while, though.

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"𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑾𝑬 𝑴𝑬!" | 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

This is a c!Techno football player high school au for the collab MSGI has been working on for a while now :]

Summary: Taking care of Techno leads you down memory lane (from like two months ago). Genre: fluff Warnings: cursing, blood, cuts Pronouns: they/them Note: you can tell i know nothing about football so sorry if something is inaccurate, i based this off of stuff that happened at my old school, also this is the longest fic i have ever written and tbh i don’t know if it’s any good but-

Everything was tense. You were at the edge of your seat, holding your breath, wondering who was going to score the last point and win the game. Unfortunately for Techno, and your school, the other team managed to steal the last point.

You knew Dream and Techno had a rivalry outside of football, but you thought it was rather childish so you never bothered to understand it. You saw them yell at each other, waving their hands around, Dream’s stupid smug smirk and Techno’s irritated frown.

Techno turned around, heading for the locker rooms, so you pushed off the metal bleachers, heading down the ramp on the side. You always met up with Techno after games, right outside the locker room. It was a way for you to congratulate him or calm him down, depending on the outcome of the game.

By the time you had run inside and over to the locker rooms, Dream and Techno were already at each other’s throats.

“Maybe if your team wasn’t shit, you would’ve won,” Dream taunted, shoving Techno‘s shoulder. “Say what you want about me, but my team worked hard to get where we are.”

You came up behind them, resting your hand between Techno’s shoulder blades, hoping it was enough to tell him to step back. Dream was clearly egging him on.

Dream looked down at you, green eyes shining with mischief, “Too bad they’re still with you, I think they’d look much better on me-”

It was Techno who threw the first punch, fist slamming against the side of Dream’s nose. Never one to hold back from a fight, Dream came back at Techno with just as much force. You tried to step away from them, but you needed to get Techno away as well. If Phil caught them fighting, there’d be serious consequences.

Thankfully, Wil had just stepped out of the locker rooms, stumbling back a few steps when he noticed the fight.

“Techno! What the fuck are you doing?!”

He broke the two up, scolding them like a dad would and Dream stormed off. You grabbed Techno’s arm, dragging him to the nearest bathroom.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shoving him inside before rushing off to steal the first-aid kit from the nurse’s office.

You were almost certain it was empty, there was no need for the nurse to be on campus if the sport’s trainer was on the field already.

When you walked back inside the bathroom, Techno was noticeably avoiding eye contact, seemingly so invested in the hem of his jersey.

The bathroom was small and cramped, you shoved him to the side to give yourself enough space to move around comfortably. You could almost hear his complaint but you shot him a glare before he could get it out.

Techno crouched down slightly, leaning back against the sink so you could reach his face easier. Dream had managed to do some damage with his punch. Techno was sporting a cut on his right cheek and a slightly bruised lip.

“You are an absolute idiot,” you grumbled, shuffling around in the first aid kit for antiseptic.

Techno winced when you brought the alcohol-laden cotton pad to the cut on his face, “Do I look attractive, at least?” “No.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes when you glared at him, harshly whispering at him to stop moving so much.

Carefully angling his face to the left, you swiped the cotton pad against his cheek. Techno hissed, squeezing your waist as you continued to clean the cut.

“You know Phil’s gonna ask where you got this cut from, right?” “I’ll figure it out,” Techno grumbled. “Will you stop pressing down so hard?”

Pulling away from him, you gave him a sarcastic smile, “Shouldn’t have gotten into a fight with the pissbaby, then. How did I get stuck with you?”

Techno shifted his weight, clearly getting tired of the awkward stance you had put him in. A few strands of his hair had managed to fall out of his messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, and you brushed them to the side. He was looking off, clearly lost in thought, while you worked on cleaning up his bottom lip.

“You’re the one who agreed to tutor Tommy,” Techno smiled, pulling you closer to him.

You laughed as you thought back to your first ever football game, coincidentally also your first time meeting Techno.

Two months before, your math teacher had apparently taken pity on a poor kid from third hour geometry. He had approached you after class, asking if you could be so kind as to tutor him. You weren’t one to offer your intelligence for free but the volunteer hours would look good on your college applications, so you agreed.

You met the kid at the library after school, an awkward blond boy with a band-aid on the bridge of his nose and a deep set scowl on his face. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the other students and bookshelves in his white and red shit. He was picking at his nails, and when he saw you walking towards him, he scoffed, immediately flipping you off.

You slid into the chair in front of him, “I don’t wanna be here either, I’d rather be out with my friends.” He rolled his eyes, introducing himself, “I’m Tommy, and I’m only here because I don’t want to get kicked off the football team.”

His math grades were abysmal, you wondered how he even passed freshman year, but you tried your best to help him out. Though progress was slow, it was still visible, and on his unit test, he was able to pass with a low B.

“Y/N! Y/N! I passed! I fuckin’ passed!”

You couldn’t even get a word out before you were tackled in a hug, Tommy was practically jumping with joy.

He pulled away, laughing, “I am so happy right now, you have no idea!” “That’s so great! I’m proud of you, Tommy.”

He shrugged his backpack off, setting it on the floor and shoving his test inside. Adjusting the sleeves of his shirt, Tommy grabbed your wrist.

“Wanna come to my game?” You hesitated and Tommy attempted to sway you with puppy-dog eyes, “Pleaseee, Y/N? Pleaseeee? It’ll be fun, you can watch me win like the big man I am.”

You grabbed your backpack as well, checking the time on your phone and thinking of the essay you had to write before first hour tomorrow.

“I don’t know, Tommy, I’m kind of busy.” You saw his shoulders drop as he let out a disappointed sigh, “But it’ll be my first time off the bench and on the field.”

Feeling guilty for rejecting him, you caved, agreeing to go. Tommy screamed emphatically, earning a glare from the librarian, before dragging you out and onto the field.

“Game starts in thirty, I think, you could watch us practice until then-” “Tommy!”

You saw the football coach walk over to him, a grin on his face as he hugged him.

“I’m proud of you, mate. That test score was the best one yet,” he said, pulling away from Tommy and turning his attention to you. “Oh, you’re his tutor right? Thanks for helping him, I know he’s a stubborn kid.”

You simply laughed off the comment, not really used to responding to things like that, and weaved yourself out of the conversation as soon as possible. You had a little less than thirty minutes to spare, so you started on some homework while waiting, sitting as close to the field on the bleachers as you could.

Truthfully, you didn’t understand much about football, but you cheered when everyone else cheered and booed when everyone else booed. You watched everyone on the team play, mostly watching Tommy since you knew he was going to ask if you had seen him. But you also watched who you presumed was the captain of the team, a pink haired boy you had seen around a few times.

You caught his eye a few times, though it was rather awkward. Neither of you wanted to break, but he would look away first to bring his attention back to the game.

Your school ended up winning, and Tommy found you after, pelting questions at you about his plays and whether you’d seen “how cool and awesome” he was.

“Tommy, come on, we’re gonna go celebrate.”

He turned around, forcing you to turn as well, to face the pink-haired boy from earlier.

His hair was out of the ponytail he had on the field, baby hairs sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You watched him struggle to push a few shorter strands away from his eyes.

“Can Y/N come as well? They’re the reason I was able to play tonight, anyway,” Tommy asked, before realizing you had no idea who this was. “Oh, this is Techno. He’s the captain and my brother. He’s kind of a loser-”

“Aren’t you the one who almost got kicked off the team?” Techno fired back, crossing his arms over his chest. “But, Y/N can come along if they want to.”

Tommy launched himself at Techno, pointing a finger in his face and rattling off curses. It was clear to you that Techno’s hair was clearly getting in the way, sitting at his shoulders until he shrugged it off, blowing strands to the side as he pushed his little brother away.

“Are you two coming or are you gonna slap fight?”

You locked eyes with a boy from your English class, Wilbur you believed his name was. Tommy muttered one last thing at Techno, then ran off to find his friends, leaving you behind. Wilbur ran over to you and Techno, immediately engaging in a conversation about the game.

You stood in between the two of them, hardly a hindrance as they basically talked around you. As much as you wanted to be involved, you had no clue what they were talking about, so you stuck to watching Techno as he spoke, studying his mannerisms.

He kept fiddling with his hair, pushing it behind his ears until it fell around his face again.

“Want my hair tie?”

He looked down at you, staring at the pastel blue band you held up to him, hesitantly taking it from you and tying his hair back.

By the end of the night, you had become pretty close with the team, especially Techno who, for some reason, stuck by your side the whole time.

You continued to tutor Tommy and got pretty close to him as well, eventually seeing him as something of a little brother. You went to all his games but retained zero knowledge about football. He worked on his grades and they steadily improved, though that didn’t stop him from getting on your case about not understanding the “epic highs and lows of high school football”. Despite how he acted sometimes, Tommy was rather clingy, running over to you anytime he’d spot you in the halls.

You got to be pretty good friends with Wilbur as well, becoming a regular visitor at his house. You were the first person he’d share his songs with, and when he’d go out to play in cafes, you were always there.

Though it took you longer, you warmed up to Techno as well. He was harder to approach than the other two, pretty quiet and by himself most of the time. He remembered you from the celebration after Tommy’s first game; the conversation flowed easily and you really liked listening to him talk about the things he enjoyed.

Eventually, you began hanging out more with Techno than his brothers. You were the first person he’d come see after games and it seemed like you always had plans with him. It was clear to everyone that Techno liked you a lot. Wilbur was the first to pick up on it, constantly teasing you both. Tommy caught on as well, though he was less enthusiastic about his older brother stealing you away. So when he finally asked you to be his partner, no one was surprised, except for you.

You had only been dating for a little over a month, and Techno wasn’t the most affectionate boyfriend, but you wouldn’t have wanted anyone else.

Gently blowing on the cut, you placed a band-aid over it and stepped away from Techno, walking over to the trash can. The two of you had to get back before anyone noticed you were gone, the last thing you wanted was to arouse suspicions.

Techno groaned as he stretched out his limbs, his joints cracking as he was finally able to move. You walked over to him again, frowning as you stared at his bruised lip.

“I’m okay, you know,” he whispered, smiling softly at your worry. You shook your head, “And? That doesn’t mean I’m okay with you fighting anyone who says anything to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, resting your head against his chest to feel his heartbeat. He was always so warm and so comfortable, you could stay in his arms forever.

Techno reached up to redo his ponytail, handing you the band to hold onto while he gathered his hair together. You peered down at it, raising your brows when you realized it was the hair tie you had given him when the two of you first met. It was clearly over used, you wondered why he had kept it for so long.

“Why do you still have this?” you chuckled, giving it back to him, watching as he tied up his hair again.

He shifted awkwardly, once again avoiding eye contact, “Uh- it’s like a reassurance, I guess. Dunno if it actually does anything but I haven’t played a single game without it so…”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, hiding you face in his chest, “You are so-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Tommy screech echoed in the small bathroom, startling you and making you bump your head against Techno’s chin. The two of you pulled away quickly, each tending to the sore spot where you clashed. You glared at Tommy, he was standing at the door, absolutely disgusted.

He marched over to you both, grabbing your wrists and muttering something about how gross you two were.

“Techno, you’re such a simp!” Tommy yelled, shaking with laughter before suddenly turning serious. “But you stole Y/N away from me! They’re my friend!” Techno looked over at you in disbelief, then turned back to his little brother with a smirk, “Tommy, I don’t know if you’re aware, Y/N is my partner.”

You laughed, moving closer to Techno to slip your hand into his. Tommy watched the two of you, wrinkling his nose and giving you the cold shoulder, gagging dramatically.

“You guys are,” Tommy began, taking a deep breath before yelling the rest, “FUCKING DISGUSTING!”

Being the wonderful brother he was, Techno opted to ignore Tommy, instead walking off with you. You could help but shift your eyes over to your hair tie, the one he held onto even before the two of you were together. Techno might not be the most upfront, but he showed he cared in the ways that mattered.

You heard Tommy’s shoes squeak against the tiled floors as he ran after you both. You rolled your eyes, yawning and leaning your head on Techno’s shoulder.

“You wouldn’t have met if I wasn’t stupid, you know! You fucking owe me!”

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description: having no sense of direction for two years, [name] finds a newfound interest in a certain blonde after accidentally being introduced to the world of illegal street racing.

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chapter one: alamort

pairing: c!dreamwastaken x fem!reader

description: having no sense of direction for two years, [name] finds a newfound interest in a certain blonde after accidentally being introduced to the world of illegal street racing.

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The alleyways should’ve frightened [Name]. Rats infested the backlit street, people bent over certain areas to take something, most likely illegal, when they weren’t leering at her as she kept her eyes ahead of her. She swore she heard a few make a few comments about her hiding something underneath her sweater and pants.

[Name] should’ve been afraid of them. She should’ve walked faster, honestly. But she wasn’t. Hell, she even thought of trying to spark up a conversation with one of them as she made eye contact with a toothless man.

It would've been interesting to see how they reacted if someone like [Name]--who most definitely didn't look like she belong in the area with the way she looked around the street so curiously--had come up to them for the sake of a conversation. [Name] let the intruding thought die out as she remembered what Niki told her yesterday night.

Don't raise suspicion. Just park your bike a few streets down and walk. Eyes ahead.

"Eyes ahead." [Name] whispered to herself, as she pulled her hood over her head. She whispered to herself the directions Niki texted her. "Left on Jaques. Left on Orpheus."

Her eyes downcasted to the ground once turning on Jaques, remembering the warning about police cars hidden between buildings. Hands in her pockets, [Name] fiddled with her keys as she listened around.

Besides a few police sirens echoing all the way from downtown, it had been dead silent in the outskirts of the city. The majority of the streets had been abandoned, houses dilapidated or completely ruined to the point of unlivable standards. Only a few people kept around the areas like Jaques and Orpheus for all reasons but legal, which was exactly what [Name] was doing.

She watched around for any suspicious cars or people to pass by, standing next to the second lamp post in front of the broken red home like Niki had said, before eyeing her surroundings. Straight ahead, a broken road had started, almost looking empty had it not been for the fresh tire wheel tracks and overly loud music coming from that direction.

Not wasting any time, [Name] came into a jog, happy that she had chosen to wear jeans instead of her usual skirts and expensive pants. She followed the noise until it grew louder, the density of people growing in size as well. There wasn’t many to fill up a club, but there was definitely more than enough to start a party.

Cars lined up the broken street, some blasting music at unnatural levels. Others made their cars move up and down, side to side, as if it were dancing to the blaring music. Bodies mingled a little too close than necessary, dancing to whatever beat certain cars were giving off. [Name] made sure to dodge a few wandering hands as she did her best to look for a familiar set of pink.

Her eyes drifted over a few other cars, staring at the details some put into them. She could’ve stared at them for hours on end, had she not been to preoccupied trying to look for her friend. Passing her eyes over another car, [Name] didn’t bother taking notice of the pothole just below her next expected step.

She let out a quiet yelp, balancing herself by dropping a hand onto the car she was previously admiring. “Hey! Hands off!” A voice snapped, making [Name] look up. Her eyes singled in on a set of angry gray ones. A girl with blue streaked hair stomped her way over, eyes blazing as she still watched [Name]’s hands still settled on the car.

“Hands. Off. This car is worth more than your life. I swear people keep touching my car like they think they can afford it...” The girl with the blue streaks complained, looking over at the people behind her, snickering at the insult.

[Name] drew her hands waving up lazily, palms facing out in front of the girl. “Maybe next time, don’t pick near a pothole. It’s not our fault you picked a shitty parking spot.” She replied instead, anger shooting through her.

The girl’s mouth dropped open, offended. “Do you know who I am?”

“I’d rather not find out--” Was all [Name] could say before stopping herself, watching as the girl stomped over her way, giving [Name] a good view of her iridescent blue top and matching shorts. If they had been in a different situation, she would’ve complimented the girl for her sense of style.

If her face hadn’t been steaming red, [Name] was sure she would’ve fit right in if she were placed with a group of models. Instead, she had to deal with the girl shoving a manicured blue nail in her face, eyes blazing in anger. “Watch your mouth. I know my place around here and so should you.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow in question, pushing the girl’s finger away from her face as she spoke. “I’m sorry, did I miss a chapter or something? I only came here to watch a race go down, not fall into some turf war.”

“Are you intellectually lacking or something?”

Quite the opposite actually. [Name] thought to herself. “Takes one to know one.” Was what she settled with instead, smiling when she watched the girl’s mouth drop again.

“You--”

“Jenny, stop harassing people because you didn’t come early enough to snag a good parking spot.” A voice interrupted, making both girls stop their mouth off.

[Name] looked over to see a man with a mask walk up to them, green eyes tense as he walked up to them.

“It's Genie. Jean-ee.” The girl corrected, rolling her eyes at the taller male. “And it’s barely harassment if she almost did serious damage; she could’ve dented my car with how heavy her hands were when she fell.”

“Please, a fly could’ve done more damage.” [Name] muttered to herself quietly, levelling her gaze at Jenny/Genie, remembering only grabbing the car at the last second.

The masked man shot her a look, clearly hearing her, trying to look unamused, though the way his eyes shined with amusement was saying otherwise. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he led her away as he said one final time, “Don’t be so dramatic; I’ve seen you wipe out on the streets with better cars than that.”

They walked away, [Name] pulling herself off of his hand once they were far enough. “You must really have a death wish if you picked a fight with Jenny of all people.” The masked man said suddenly.

[Name] rolled her eyes. “She’s all bark, no bite. Trust me I met enough people like that to know the difference.” She replied. The familiar feeling of exhaustion waved over her as she remembered her overly boisterous university classmates trying to intimidate a fourteen year old [Name]. Was she really ready to deal with these types of people after six years?

“Well, she might be all bark but the people she’s connected with are definitely all bark.” The masked man countered. “Be lucky I caught up to her before she called anyone else in.”

Annoyance wavered around [Name]. Just who was this guy and why does he make it sound like she could’ve died over putting a hand on some psycho’s car? “I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”

“Clearly not. You looked like you wanted to stay there and argue.”

Observant. “I don’t back down to anyone.”

“You would if you were the bigger person.”

“Gee, thanks for the insult, stranger.” [Name] snapped, eyes blazing. The exhaustion wore out, [Name] solely focused on the masked man as she glared up at him. Only a few words he spoke towards her and most of them were insults.

Seeming to realize his harshness, the man sighed, pulling his hood down to reveal even more of his dark blonde hair, half of which had been tied back into a small bun in the middle of his head. Faintly, some streaks of neon green and purple could be seen on the underside of his tied up hair. Silver and black piercings lined along the masked man's ears, a single gold cuffed chain earring catching [Name]'s attention. Oddly, it looked familiar.

"Not really the thanks I'm looking for but I'll take it." The man said. He crossed his arms, eyes downcasted at her as if he were sizing her up. [Name] stiffened her back in response to his steely gaze. "You don't look like the type to be around here."

"Meaning?" [Name] asked. The man pointed to her clothes, which consisted of her baggy university sweater and even baggier jeans that were most likely her brother's. He motioned to the crowd around them, [Name] finally taking note of how everyone looked like they were dressed to go to what looked like a mix of a club and rave.

From the adrenaline of getting ready to have her hair pulled, [Name] finally realized even the man was dressed up.

He sported black sweatpants and hoodie that went over his head, only allowing a few strands of his dark blonde hair to peek out. Straps and pockets were placed across his hood, lined with green LED, causing his half hidden face to look like some villain from a Disney movie. From how intense his gaze was at Genie/Jenny, [Name] had no trouble believing the possibilities of him being one of them

"Well, no one really looks like they rolled out of bed around here." The man said, amused. Again with these insults…

"If I wasn't being obvious earlier, clearly this is my first time. No one exactly told me there was a dress code." [Name] snapped. She was irritated, mainly because of the man's biting words, but also because he noticed right away she had rolled out of bed. The helmet hair definitely didn't help if she was going to argue.

The man chuckled. “Well, next time you come back at least wear black.” He said, backing away to keep his eye contact with her before turning around to leave.

“Who said I’d come back after going through that mess?” [Name] called out.

“People always come back!” The man called back again. “Just watch the race and you’ll see why.”

With those words, the man disappeared into the crowd again, leaving [Name] confused as to what he meant by that. So far, [Name] had no reason to stay; she almost got into a fist fight and was rescued by a stranger who thoroughly insulted her fashion sense right after. How could the possibilities of watching a race change her mind completely?

[Name] hadn’t much time to ponder this thought, however, when a familiar flash of pink came barrelling towards her. “You’re here!” Niki said excitedly, smiling.

Niki seemed to blend right in with the crowd with her choice of clothing styles. She dressed similarly to the masked man--baggy hoodies and jogging pants with excessive pockets and straps--though it was all worn in the shade of her friend’s signature bubblegum pink.

Looping her arms through Niki’s, [Name] nearly sighed in relief at seeing a familiar face. They had known each other for years; Niki being the only friend of the few [Name] had who stuck around after she had started attending the university when she was fourteen.

Niki never treated [Name] like some artifact to behold the way everyone else did. [Name] was grateful for the moments when the pink haired girl came over for sleepovers and they acted the way they should have in those moments; like teenage girls. Even now, they still did.

“So where is she?” [Name] whispered to her friend, eyes passing over to multiple girls standing or walking around in the supposedly “vacant” area. Niki’s eyes passed over to a certain area.

“Blonde one, leaning on Dream’s car.” She noted, making [Name] turn her head to look at a girl with platinum blonde hair smiling up at the same masked man she had spoken earlier. Instinctively, [Name] let out a disgusted groan.

“Great, we have to pass by him?” [Name] asked her friend, who only looked back in confusion.

“Yeah is there a problem? We won’t even be talking to Dream… Unless you want to…?” Niki asked, sending out a teasing smile her way, to which she dismissed with an eyeroll.

“I’ve exchanged enough pleasantries with him for the night. Let’s just walk past them and get this over with.” [Name] said, making Niki smile as she put her arm around [Name]’s shoulder.

They pretended to whisper expletives to one another as they crossed the track, passing the masked man’s--Dream’s car in the process. If [Name] hadn’t been busy whispering to Niki about what happened earlier, she would have taken time to admire the car.

It was a Toyota Supra that was definitely customized to for Dream’s black and neon green color scheme, a few veins purple cutting through the RGB lights underneath his car. He hadn’t noticed them right away, too busy keeping his eyes on Niki’s ex and the handful of other girls surrounding him or leaning against his car.

By the time he had noticed [Name] and Niki, his green eyes zeroed in on the arm wrapped around [Name]’s shoulder. They made brief eye contact before [Name] brought her hand up to lace through Niki’s fingers. Dream’s only response was an eyebrow raise before turning his attention back to Niki’s ex, who seemed to be more encompassed on them instead.

“Is she looking?” Niki asked, eyes look straight ahead.

[Name] only nodded after passing a glance at the two blondes. “Definitely looking.”

A devious smile passed over Niki’s lips. “Good. I hope she stays curious all night. That’s what she gets for breaking up with me two weeks before the race.”

“You’re evil.” [Name] said, elbowing her, only receiving a friendly kiss to her cheek as a response. [Name] giggled as she noticed one of the racers, a man with a dark mullet, raise his eyebrows up in surprise. “You’re lucky Mom managed to convince me to get out of the house tonight. You would’ve been doing this sad little walk on your own if I chose not to come.”

Niki stuck her tongue out. “Like you wouldn’t come just out of curiosity even if you didn’t agree to the plan. Don’t act like I didn’t see you staring at my car whenever you over.”

In perfect time, they spotted Niki’s car, which had been at the very end of the makeshift track; a pink Honda Civic decked out with decals of a cartoon version of Niki on the driver’s side. On the passenger’s was a cherry blossom tree burning in pink fire. With the vehicle and driver being overly pink, it was hard to miss.

“Whoever can’t keep their eyes off your car must be a superhuman.” [Name] commented as she leaned in to see what had changed. Only the driver’s seat remained, the passenger’s seat wiped out from her best friend’s last race a few months back.

Instead of replacing the seat, Niki used it to make more room for the “extra help” that had her winning most of her races, whatever that meant. All [Name] could see was lines of tanks she could faintly recognize, noting that they were there to help Niki’s car pick up speed when needed.

“You should think of racing.” Niki said after [Name] leaned back against the hood of the car.

“I’m the most inept driver.”

“In a car, yeah.” Niki said, giving a smug grin at the scowl [Name] sent her way. “But I’ve seen you on your bike; you like the same thrill as me and everyone else on this track gets when we’re racing down the street.”

Leave it to Niki to read her like an open book. Of course [Name] found it thrilling; she hadn’t felt much besides stress after graduating. Her only means of breaking the boundaries of her emotional stunt was seeking universally dangerous thrills.

Most of it came from riding her bikes, drinking up the rush and excitement of the wind blowing through her. Other times it had been the prospect of feeling those fleeting moments of fear whenever she had found herself in confrontations like earlier with Jenny/Genie.

“I’d rather watch.” [Name] answered, finally honest. There had been a big difference between racing for fun and racing to win. From how intense the other racers were, [Name] wasn’t sure everyone else came for the same reasons Niki attended and participated in these races. If anything, [Name] suspected a few of them involved themselves in a few activities that went way past the boundaries of legality.

Niki rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say…” She said, voice trailing as she heard an alarm go off. Patting her shoulder, Niki motioned for the crowd. “The race is about to start. Usually, I’d have you sit in the car with me and race, but…”

Her cerulean eyes glazed over the mass of tanks lined up next to her seat. [Name] waved her hand, understanding what she meant. “Yeah, yeah. You better give me ten percent of your earnings for tonight for playing as your pretend girlfriend, though.”

“How about five plus a joy ride on this thing at some point.”

“Make it eight and we can switch vehicles to race instead.” [Name] countered, letting out a laugh as Niki gave an excited smile at the new deal. She shoved her shoulder. “Of course you’d do anything for a race.”

“They’re fun.” Niki responded, shrugging. “No go before you get run over.”

[Name] rolled her eyes, kicking herself off the pink car, walking away. Everyone else who hadn’t been participating was also leaving, saying final goodbyes to their friends (or in some people’s cases, randoms who came to flirt with them) as they made their way to the crowd. [Name] was almost coming toward the crowd when she heard a familiar voice.

“You two seem awfully close now.” Niki’s ex said, contempt laced through her voice as she looked at [Name] in pure disdain.

“Yvette. Nice to see you, too.” [Name] replied with the same amount of malice. Usually, [Name] and Niki never had issues with one another when it came to people they dated. Of course, there was disagreements throughout the years between them when it came to not liking previous partners, but usually they dealt with it on their own.

Still, that didn’t stop [Name]’s cynical happiness at the news that her best friend had been broken up with by one of the more nasty partners she’s met. Even if the timing of their break up had been a problem, seeing as it had been a few weeks before the race and Yvette was most definitely going to attend, [Name] was glad to hear that they were no longer involved with each other.

Tall, blonde, and just as pretty as Jenny/Genie, Yvette was the poster child for what [Name] dubbed a movie star mean girl. She had mistakened [Name] and Niki’s close friendship to have some type of romantic undertones to it during her time dating the pink haired girl over a year ago. She had done nearly everything to keep them away from one another--offering to go on trips during the weeks [Name] would leave her home, giving the wrong times for meet ups.

[Name] had only warned Niki a few months before after catching her swapping dates Niki marked on her phone about their scheduled meet ups at the mall or Val’s. After hearing her concerns, Niki had planned on talking to Yvette after practicing for the race; she had most definitely didn’t expect Yvette to suddenly dump her after realizing that [Name] had ousted her.

“For your information, we were always close.” [Name] corrected, not breaking her eye contact with the woman, even when they were nearly toe to toe with one another. [Name] ignored the slight pain on her neck as she strained to look up at Yvette.

Yvette scoffed, pushing her hair back, some of it brushing against [Name]’s face. She scrunched her nose, fighting the urge to suddenly sneeze. “You were practically all over her.” She snapped.

“I was comforting a friend because someone decided to drop because they panicked when they found out their little ruse.” [Name] snapped back, eyes flaring in irritation. She really had the nerve to act like she cared. “Sorry you couldn’t have a little puppet to have around; maybe find someone with an IQ of 2 to try to fall. That’s only one less from you.”

At this point, a crowd seemed to be forming, a few letting out a few laughs as they heard [Name]’s jab. Yvette, now steaming, reached forward, grabbing a hold of [Name]’s hair. “You little--”

“Okay, no fighting.” A voice commanded. Instantly, Yvette’s hands dropped from [Name]’s head, making her look up and meet a familiar glow of green LED’s again. Oh great…

“She started it.” Yvette accused, jabbing a thumb at [Name].

“Why am I getting a sense of deja vu.” [Name] whispered to herself sarcastically, glancing over at Dream’s steely stare. She only gave a shrug, not wanting to explain herself. “Like you’d even listen to what I have to say anyways.”

Dream raised an eyebrow at her response. “You can tell me during the race.”

“What?” [Name] asked him, her and even Yvette staring in shock as Dream grabbed her by her sleeve and dragged her to his sleek black car. “What the hell makes you think I’d get in a car with you? You might drive off and kill me for all I know.”

“Clearly I’ve been trying to make sure you don’t get killed and I’m doing that now by making sure you aren’t stuck waiting for Niki to come back for the next twenty minutes. Now get in.” Dream said as he entered his car. [Name], grumbling, settled in after making eye contact with Yvette, who looked like she wanted to kill her. Clearly, she wanted to be Dream’s passenger for tonight from the way she was practically spending the majority of her time before the race started talking to only him.

A sense of bitter satisfaction waved through [Name] as she sat herself in his car. The smell of apples and honey wafted through the car, catching [Name] off guard. Dream shot her a look of confusion when she leaned into the airvents for a moment. “What, surprised my car smells nice?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you were musty or something.” [Name] answered, making the man scoff.

“Maybe I should’ve left you to defend yourself over there.” He grumbled.

“You should’ve.” [Name] confirmed, ready to leave. She was only stopped when a count down could be heard.

“10… 9… 8…”

“Tell me, are you trying to die tonight? You seem to have fun provoking people.” Dream asked as he revved his car, seeming to respond to the other cars around them.

“Dying? Not really. Provoking, maybe.” [Name] said, eyes trained on the expanse of the road. It wasn’t even several miles for her to notice it lead right to the middle of the city, no doubt some streets were closed off by race organizers with how empty the intersection of the highway was.

“7… 6… 5…”

“Well, you make that pretty obvious.” He said. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the street, seeming to want to stay focused on the track. “I’m Dream by the way.”

“Niki told me who you are.” [Name] said. “I’m [Name].”

“4… 3… 2…”

[Name] held her breath, arms crossed over her stomach as her and Dream let an excited silence fall over them, waiting for the final number to be called.

“1! GO! GO! GO!”

Instantly, Dream’s car lurched forward, [Name] not having enough time to process anything as the momentum pushed her body back into Dream's black leather seats. Her hands instantly made its way to the door handles, hands gripping tight for dear life as the blonde man made difficult twists and turns on the street.

Currently, they were behind three other people--a car decked out in black and white, a cherry red Toyota Supra, and Niki's infamous pink car just up ahead. They constantly battled for first place, each car trying to outspeed the other while attempting to keep themselves from brushing up against one another.

They were so focused on one another, they hadn't even noticed Dream slowly making his way closer to the battling cars. [Name] watched as they halted their glaring contests with one another, staring at Dream as he slammed his foot harder on the gas. [Name] could only see a faint outline of Niki in the car, whose eyes were wide when she caught sight of [Name] in the passenger's seat.

For some reason she seemed more worried at the fact [Name] was part of the race over losing it. The two other racers, the man with the dark mullet and a brunette, didn't seem to be worried about being beaten to first place either.

"Shouldn't you slow down?" [Name] questioned, making Dream let out a laugh. "What?"

"Who tells someone to slow down during a race?" Dream asked. He glanced at his rearview mirror. "Tell me, did you think they were fighting over first place?"

[Name] shrugged. "I mean, who wouldn't. There's probably money being bet on this right?"

Dream nodded in confirmation. "Yeah there is but they all have something in common: they don't wanna take certain risks--a turn being too harsh, timing--small things that can eventually change you placement on a race." Motioning ahead of him, Dream spared a glance at [Name]. "In a few miles there's going to be a bridge scheduled to be going down; about five minutes actually."

[Name]'s eyes widened as she knew what he was talking about. The toll bridge that leads to the island the city is encased in opens and closes at certain times regardless if staff members are there to watch over it. With the speed Dream was going on at, they'd make it to the bridge in less than four minutes.

"You're going to cross before the bridge even connects." She stated, watching Dream nod in confirmation, smiling at the shock evident on [Name]'s face . "Are you crazy?"

"A little." Dream admitted playfully. "When I make this jump--"

"If you make this jump." [Name] corrected, rolling her eyes as Dream shot her a look, offended she'd doubt him. Of course she did. She just met the guy and he's already plotted her death.

"When I make this jump, " Dream said firmly, pausing to make eye contact with [Name], who refused to stare at him, opting to focus on the road to see how far they were from their assumed death spot. "There won't be an issue of who's going to make it to first place since they'll be delayed by the bridge going down."

"And how about the part where you don't make it and we plummet into the river?” [Name] suggested, eyes focused on the water just below them once they caught sight of the bridge. Instinctively, she grasped onto her arm rest, eyeing the bridge that had yet to lower.

“I told you we won’t.” Dream reassured, though from the way his eyes hardened, as if he just let reality set in after seeing how much the bridge was dwarfing his seemingly gigantic car, said otherwise.

“You’re not gonna stop are you?” [Name] asked as they speeded closer and closer to the bridge. Dream only replied by hitting his gas, causing them to go faster than they already were.

[Name] almost felt like throwing up, choosing to closer her eyes and turning away, focusing on the other racers close behind. From the looks of things Niki and the man with the dark mullet were battling it out with second place, not seeming to focus on Dream being in front of them anymore.

“At least go faster if you’re going to do this!” [Name] cried out. With the speed they were going and how much distance there was between the toll bridge, they’d fall straight through the space between.

“You might wanna hold onto something.” Dream advised, pressing a few buttons on his dash before putting both hands back on the wheel. [Name] could only grip tighter on her arm rest as Dream slammed his fingers on the two red buttons behind his wheel. Instantly, the car went faster at a significant speed, going faster than what the car should have been capable of.

[Name] let out a yelp as she looked out the window, realizing they weren’t anywhere near the ground and bridge was still a few inches from closing in and locking together. Dream let a whooping holler, laughing in excitement at his successful trick--definitely nothing like the guy she met before the race.

What seemed like minutes in the air was only seconds, making [Name] come back to reality as they crash landed. Her stomach dropped as she caught sight of some sparks at the front of his car. “That sounds expensive…” She said quietly.

“Eh, nothing the cash I get tonight can’t fix.” Dream said with a grin. He turned to her, looking smug. “Told you I’d make it. Look, we’re even ahead of everyone else.”

[Name] looked at his rearview mirror, realizing the other racers had yet to cross the bridge, not catching sight of them like they had moments before. Clearly, they had to slow down and possibly even stop until the bridge came completely down. She shook her head, body still shaking with adrenaline.

“Just drive.” Was all she managed to say, making the blonde only hum in satisfaction, continuing the race in silent with a shit-eating grin.

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34. Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

George would call himself a casual gamer. He mainly plays minecraft or whatever his friends invite him to play on stream. Most of his time off stream is spent coding or recording for Dream so he wouldn’t call himself a “professional”

Now you on the other hand, you were a certified gamer or rather a trophy winning gamer. You had been on a professional esports team for almost as long as you had known George and only recently made it your full time job after you carried your team to back to back championship wins in Valorant.

You practiced almost everyday and your company even paid for a brand new setup for you since you and George had been sharing for the past year. You would spend most of your time in your office playing random matches to build your skills as well as your weapons arsenal. You only came out for two meals and random bathroom breaks.

Today was different though, you hand sprained your wrist while out filming a video for your team's YouTube channel and so your doctor had said to rest it for 3 days. You had nearly started crying but George couldn’t be more excited. Three whole days he gets to spend with you without you going off to your office to practice.

It was day 2 of your resting when George noticed your mood was down. He tried to lift your spirits by watching your favorite movies with you and ordering from your favorite pizza place but even that couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands.

“George,” You suddenly said as the two of you were getting ready for bed. “What if I can never play again. The doctor said this could be long term and I just, I don’t know who I am without my team.”

George sits next to you on the bed and grabs your hands gently. “Your hands will be fine love. I just know it.” Your eyes meet his and his heart shatters seeing the tears flooding your eyesight. “Even without gaming love, you are incredible.”

“Really,” You scoff softly. “George without gaming we wouldn’t have even met. I would still be working at a fucking H&M in some mall and living paycheck to paycheck.”

“Yes we met through gaming but your gaming skills are certainly not why I fell in love with you.” He raises your hands to his lips as he begins to list off every reason he loves you punctuating each with a gentle kiss to your fingers. “I fell in love with your smile.” Kiss. “Laugh.” Kiss. “Caring nature, humor, kindness.” Slowly his kisses made their way up your arm and to your neck. “But most of all I fell in love with how you care for me.”

He pulls away for a moment to look into your eyes. “You are everything to me and I am so incredibly lucky to have you in my life. So what if you can’t play valorant anymore, that gives us more time to plan our future together, look for an actual house and not my dingy flat, make time for trips and finally meeting Dream. Gaming isn’t all you are love, you are so, so much more.”

You smile at him through the tears that had long been falling. “I love you so much George.” You cups his cheeks and pull him into a gentle kiss. George’s hands make their way around your waist and pull you down onto the bed with him breaking the kiss.

“You need to get some real sleep love,” You nod and lay your head against his chest and drift off to sleep, finally letting weeks of exhaustion hit you and take over your body. George smiles and kisses your forehead. “I can’t wait for our future.”

He looks longingly at his bedside drawer where a ring just your size resides.

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pairing: hbp!draco x reader

requested: for the harry potter writing event!

summary: y/n y/l/n, an american witch with a fascination for the dark arts, is wrenched from her home to study abroad during a period of political turmoil. things were complicated enough without draco malfoy crashing into her life. 6th year slightly canon divergent fic/slight soulmate AU (if soulmate aus really aren’t your thing, dw. this is still a slowburn)

WARNINGS: this is a very dark fic. be warned. mentions of domestic terrorism, bigotry, slut shaming, explicit language, allusions to sex, violence, mild gore. 

a/n: soooo this is in fact a rewrite of faux diplomacy. i hope you enjoy! i’ve had great fun writing this and participating in the harry potter writing event. apologies for any typos/eerrors. i started this project abt a week or so ago and it’s been a sprint to finish this. 

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