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uh, this is where i'll post some of my stories/one shots from quotev on here.
i mean, i uh, i've got nothing better to do than let people judge my sh-t writing.
uh, constructive criticism is welcome, just please don't be rude about it.
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jubilee line - wilbursoot x reader
( TW: talk of suicide and small suicidal scene, nothing too descriptive and no death )
Y/N POV-
I stand still in the middle of a busy railway station, watching people rush past me. Smells and sounds overwhelm me as I slowly make my way through crowds walking by. I slowly stop, now standing close by the railway tracks. I pause and stare down at the empty tracks, my body aching to just jump out onto them. Aching to end the pain and suffering. Aching to take away the pain I've caused on my friends. On my family. On him. I let out a shaky breath, looking up in front of me. The sounds of a train suddenly appears in my ear, just faintly. A small smile appears on my face as I glance to the side, seeing lights appearing. Finally.
I take a step forward, almost exhilarated to jump down. I look around, seeing other people start to walk over. I pull the hood of my jacket over my h/l, h/c hair, looking back toward the tracks. The sounds of the train got louder and my smile grew, my eyes tearing up. I'm ending it. It'll all be over. I won't have to live in this wretched b--ch of a country. I look over to see the train getting closer but my vision is blurred by my tears. Tears of joy. I take a step closer, now standing at the railing that stood in front of the tracks. I jump over them, now standing right outside of them. I let out another shaky breath and smile, tears streaming down my cheeks as I jump. But I don't fall. Someone has my hand.
Wilbur's POV (moments before)-
I pull up at the train station, quickly unbuckling and getting out of my car. No, no, no- Th-They can't be doing this. Not to me, I thought, running through the parking lot. I climb the stairs and get onto the platform, looking around frantically. They couldn't have done it already. . . could they? No. I- I refuse to think that. I shake my head, continuing to search through the station. I look over to the railway and my racing mind quiets, anxiety rising in me. I freeze, immediately seeing Y/N standing in front of the tracks. I could hear the train making its way closer to the station and my heart stops, knowing exactly what they were about to do. I run to the tracks and over to Y/N, tears that filled my eyes already streaming down my face. The train gets closer and I watch Y/N jump over the railing that stood in front of it. To keep people safe. To keep them from doing exactly what Y/N was about to do. He ran forward, tears streaming down his face as he reached them, grabbing their hand.
"Y/N, what are you-"
"Let me go, Will." They say in a calm voice.
"No, I-I'm not letting you do this to yourself!" I retort, pulling Y/N back.
I turn them to face me and I look down at them, seeing their teary e/c eyes. I tear up even more myself, pulling Y/N into a hug. "Please..." I mutter, trying not to burst into tears again, even though I ultimately fail. "You have people who will miss you- Hell, I'll miss you so, so much."
"But I-"
"Y/N, I love you too f--king much to lose you!" I cried out. "I can't lose you. Please don't do this..."
They look up at me and we lock eyes, staring at each other. They bury their head in my chest, letting out choked sobs. A small smile appears on my face as I hug them close, rubbing their back.
Y/N POV-
"I'm sorry Will..." I say after a moment of silence, though it wasn't silent in the station.
"It's okay." Will replied as I look up at him.
"Uhm, about the thing you said," I mutter, avoiding his gaze. "About you loving me. Is uhm, is it true..?"
Will gave me a small smile and put a hand under my chin, turning my head towards him. He leans forward, pressing a short but sweet kiss on my lips. My heart practically explodes with joy as I smile, kissing him back. He pulls back, staring down at me. "Does that answer your question?"
I smile, nodding. "I think it does." -
( TW: Some PTSD like content, mention of drugs, alcohol, panic attacks, health and mental health, slightly descriptive panic attack.)
Ghostbur POV-
I sit on the balcony outside of Phil's house in L'manburg where he was put on house arrest, which is a long story to explain, watching the rain as it fell to the ground. I feel something nudge my hand and I glance down, seeing Friend. I smile to myself, petting his head. I look back out at the land before me, my gaze drifting from the different stands. My gaze lands on the podium to the left of me and I close my eyes, images of memories flashing through my head. Memories bust through the floodgates, the pain of them overwhelming.
"If I'm gonna press it ever, it's now," I said, staring at the wall covered with signs and a single button in the middle. "And.. The thing that I built this nation for doesn't exist anymore! The thing I worked towards, doesn't exist anymore..."
"It's over..."
"What are you doing?" Phil said from Wilbur's side.
"Phil?" I said before I looked over, meeting eyes with my father.
"What are you doing?" Phil asked again, walking past the wooden chair in the middle of the room and over to me.
"Do you know what this button is?" I asked, glancing over to the button on the wall.
"Uh-huh, I do."
"Phil, I've been so close to pressing this button, Phil!" I exclaimed, seemingly on the verge of hysterics. "I've been here- Seven or eight times, I've been here. Seven or eight times."
"Phil, I've- I've been here so many times. They're fighting, they're fighting.."
"There is a lot of TNT, potentially connected to that button," Phil said, walking over to me and the button.
There was a short pause before I looked over to Phil, a small, sad smile on my face. "Phil, there was a saying, Phil. Uh, by a traitor."
"Once part of L'manberg. A traitor, I don't know if you've heard of him, Eret?"
"Yeah," Phil said with a nod.
"He had a saying, Phil," I said, turning to face the button. "It was never meant to be."
"Oh my god," Phil muttered as I press the button. TNT ignites. Suddenly, everything surrounding the stage and podium is exploded.
"Ohh, my god."
I sighed with relief, smiling triumphantly.
"MY L'MANBERG, PHIL! MY UNFINISHED SYMPHONY, FOREVER UNFINISHED! If I can't have this, NO ONE can!"
I turn to Phil, a sword popping into my hand. I drop it, letting it Phil pick it up.
"Kill me, Phil. Phil, kill me. Phil, KILL ME," I said, stepping forward to Phil. "Phil, stab me with the sword. Murder me now, Phil. Kill. Kill me, Killza. Killza. Look, they all want you to!"
"You're my son!" Phil exclaimed, tears brimming his eyes.
"KILL ME, Phil!"
"No, I- I can't-"
"Look, LOOK! How much work went into this, and it's gone."
I stare at Phil, my arms spread wide and a triumphant smile on my face. "Do it."
"Do it."
I open my eyes, gasping. Tears fill my eyes as I stand, watching the rain slowly disappear. I walk inside Phil's house and make my way outside, walking through the small city that was still somewhat destroyed. It's destroyed because of me. Because of my actions. Because I was an irrational, mentally f--ked up pyromaniac. More emotions build up as I quicken my pace, my breathing fastening. Painful tears stream down my cheeks as I shift into running, squeezing my eyes shut. Running far from the memories. Far from my emotions. Far from the pain. I suddenly open my eyes, seeing myself in what seemed to be a bar. I walk inside, seeing a familiar figure sitting, drinking from a beer bottle.
"Glatt?" I say, slowly walking over to the ghost with horns.
He turns, the bottle halfway to his mouth. "Wilbur," he says with a smile, lowering the bottle.
"Uhm, it's- It's Ghostbur-"
"Right, right. What're you doing here?"
"I uh, I don't really know."
"Well, why not have a drink while you're here?" Glatt suggests, grabbing a beer bottle and handing it to me.
"Uh, s-sure," I say, walking over and taking the bottle. I open it, staring down at the tart liquid. I lift it to my mouth, taking a sip. I cringe, feeling the liquid burn my throat as I slowly drink.
Y/N POV-
I walk into the bar, searching for Ghostbur. Where's that sheep-loving ghost at? I think to myself. I don't think he'd be in here, but I haven't seen him anywhere else, so he might be here. I walk forward, seeing JSchlatt, or Glatt, sitting at the bar with an almost empty bottle of beer in his hand.
"Hey, Glatt," I say, walking over to the horned ghost.
"Oh, Y-Y/N," he replies, hiccuping through his words. He chuckles quietly, taking another sip of his beer. "What're you- you doing here?"
"Looking for Ghostbur. I tried checking Phil's house, and even the beach, but I didn't see him."
"Oh, Wilbur? He's uh-" Glatt pauses, standing. He stood in place for a moment, attempting to regain his balance. "He ran off crying 'n sh-t. Dunno what- what it was about. Kept saying- saying something about how he felt like- like he was dying and something was- was wrong with him."
"What- Wait, he was crying?"
"Yeah. Kept muttering sh-t about how he made a mistake. Still don't really get what he meant by that-"
"Do you know where he went?" I ask frantically, looking over to Glatt.
"Dunno, he just- he just left and didn't say where," Glatt replies, chuckling drunkly.
I nod and hastily make my way out of the pub, heading out to where I figured Ghostbur would be. The button room. I mean, I know he'd feel bad about what he's done, but.. It can't be that bad... Could it? My speed quickens to running as I make my way to the room, tears filling my eyes. I run up the hill behind the still destroyed stage, slowing as I walked into the room. I see a sobbing Ghostbur, clutching a beer bottle in his arms as he rocked back and forth, hyperventilating and gasping. I let out a small gasp, running over to Ghostbur.
"Ghostbur, are- are you okay?" I ask, crouching and putting an hand on his arm. He flinches, pulling back from the touch for a moment. He looks up at me, tears painfully streaming down his face.
"St-Stay away.." He mutters, wiping his tears.
"What- No, wh-why would I?"
"I-I'm a mess, I- Something's wr-wrong with me a-and I-" He pauses for a moment, trying to stop his crying but ultimately failing. "I-I feel like I'm dying a-all over again.."
I let out a shaky breath before moving closer to Ghostbur, hugging him close. He tenses slightly before quickly relaxing, hugging me back. I pull the taller ghost into my lap, rubbing his back in attempt to comfort him. He leans closer to my body, clinging onto me. He looks up at me, tears shining in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry, about that. I just-"
I smile at the ghost and press a kiss on his lips, smiling. "Don't apologize. It's fine, people go through things like this all the time."
Ghostbur nods his face darkening as he smiles. He moves off my lap and stands, pulling me up with him. He puts his arms around his waist, pulling me close to him. "I'm glad you're here for me," he says with a smile.
I blush and smile, nodding. "I'll always be here for you," I add, putting my arm around his neck. He leans closer and presses another kiss on my lips, keeping his arms around my waist. I smile against the kiss, bursting with joy. I pull back after a few moments, catching my breath.
"Okay, kissing a ghost is really weird," I comment, giggling.
Ghostbur chuckles, hugging me close. "I'd have to assume it is." -
saline solution - ghostbur x reader ^
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bees! - tubbo x reader
( TW: none, just pure fluff. )
"NO!" Y/n exclaims, staring at the PC as they made their character run away from another player. "Toby, tell Tommy to stop!"
"What's Tommy doing?" Tubbo asked, looking up from his phone. He rolled his chair over to Y/n's side, looking at the screen.
"He keeps killing the bees I'm trying to lead back to my house!"
"Wh- Jesus Christ," Tubbo muttered, sighing. "Here, move over for a second- Actually, stand up."
They nodded, standing up from the chair. Tubbo stood and sat down, grabbing the mouse and sending messages to Tommy, who always seemed to reply with, 'F--k off! You can't tell me what to do, b--ch!'
Y/n watched, absentmindedly sliding down onto Tubbo's lap, who continued to get Tommy into a call to yell at him.
"Tommy!" Tubbo shouted through the mic when he joined the call, staring at Tommy through his camera, who was staring at his PC.
"What?!"
"Quit killing Y/n's bees!"
"Why should I? They keep leading them near my house and they keep f--kin' attackin' me!"
"Well, maybe you made them mad!" Tubbo said again, glaring at Tommy.
"I DON'T GIVE A F--K IF I-" Tommy shouted, turning to look at the screen. He stared in slight shock, a smile growing on his face.
"Wh- What're you smiling about?" Tubbo asked with confusion.
"Is that Y/n in your lap??" Tommy asked, trying to contain his laughter.
Tubbo and Y/n turned bright red, looking over to each other. They jumped up, moving off his lap. "S-Sorry," Y/n muttered, rubbing the back of their neck.
Tommy burst into laughter, leaning back in his chair. "You should've seen your faces! You two turned so red-" He cut himself off, sitting back up. "Wait, you wouldn't have- But you- Aw, f--k..."
"What?" Tubbo asked, the confused look back on his face.
"You don't like them, do you?!" Tommy asked, looking at Tubbo.
"I- Well, I don't know i-if that's the pr-proper word to u-use," Tubbo stuttered, his face turning redder by the second.
Tommy laughed, leaning back in his seat again. "I f--king knew it! It's so obvious anyway!"
Y/n glanced over to Tubbo, who covered his bright red face. They turn off the camera and muted their mic, looking over to Tubbo. "Do you really like me?"
Tubbo lifted his head, smiling awkwardly. "M-Maybe..?"
Y/n smiled, putting their hand on Tubbo's hand. "Well, I uh, I kind of like you," they said, their face as red as Tubbo's.
"You- You do?" Tubbo asked, looking over to Y/n.
"Yeah," they muttered awkwardly. "Do uh, d-do you like me..?"
Tubbo smiled at Y/n and stood, putting his hands on their shoulders. "Yeah. I uh, I think I do."
They smiled and hugged Tubbo, giggling happily. He smiled and hugged them close. Y/n looked up at Tubbo with a smile. "Wait, does this mean we're dating?"
"Uh, I guess so?" Tubbo replied, chuckling.
"Sick, I won't be single anymore," Y/n said, making Tubbo chuckle. He kept his arms around them in a hug, pressing a short kiss on the top of their head. They smiled, hugging Tubbo close for a moment before letting go.
"Guys! Why won't you respond to me?!" Tommy shouted from the call.
Y/n and Tubbo stifle their laughter, unmuting. "Sorry, Big T," Tubbo said with a chuckle. "Had something important to discuss with Y/n."
"Now, back to the bees!" Y/n exclaimed, sitting down. "Wait.. TOMMY! DID YOU KILL THE BEE I HAD?!"
"No," Tommy lied, making his character back away.
"YOU B--CH!"
"IT WAS ATTACKING ME!"
"I DON'T CARE!"
"TUBBO, GET THEM TO STOP!" Tommy exclaimed, now being attacked by Tubbo's character, who was being controlled by Y/n.
"Relax, Y/n. You can get more bees," Tubbo reassured them, chuckling.
They sighed, nodding. "Okay. More bees!" -
your sister (brother) was right - tommy x reader
Y/n's POV-
I lay on Tommy's bed in his room, watching him as he works away on his computer. "So, I was wondering if maybe we could go out for lunch-"
"I don't know," Tommy says, looking over to me for a moment. "I mean, I'm pretty busy with editing and I've got to get into a call with the boys in a while for a new video."
"Oh," I say, unable to keep the disappointment out of my voice. He turns his chair around and looks at me.
"Y/n, is something wrong?" he says, sounding concerned. I plaster a fake smile onto my face, shaking my head.
"No, nothing's wrong! I know you're busy," I say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, I understand."
Relief washes over his face and he kisses me back, smiling warmly at me, making me feel guilty for lying.
"Maybe tomorrow?" he suggests. I bite my lip. That's what he always says.
"Sounds good," I say.
Tommy nods and turns in his chair, returning to his work. I stand and walk out of his room, putting my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
"Y'know, I'm surprised you two haven't split up."
I turn, seeing my brother standing near the top of the stairs. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Toby starts, crossing his arms. "You're both streamers, you both have busy schedules, with managing your channels and school, and honestly, I just don't think you're ready to date."
"Okay, just because we have busy schedules that don't give us any chance to spend time with each other and that we're always busy with school or our channels to work doesn't mean our relationship won't work out," I retort, placing my hands on my hips.
"Listen, I just want what's best for you, Y/n," my brother says, walking past me and towards Tommy's room. "I just don't want to see you get your heart broken."
I exhale, rubbing my face with my hands. I lower my hands and walk down the stairs, grabbing my phone and walking outside. Why does this have to be so difficult?
Tommy's POV-
I sigh, slumping down in my chair at my desk. "I feel bad I have to bail on them, but I can't just drop my work." I let out a short groan, running a hand through my blonde hair.
"Maybe you should take a break?" Toby suggests, sitting down on my bed with his legs crossed. "I mean, I think you should take one either way. Streaming and making videos can be pretty stressful."
"I just took a break not too long ago, remember?"
"But you can always take another one-"
I sigh, rubbing my temples. "Look, I'd love to but I already have videos to work on and streams to do, so I can't just suddenly bail on them. I'd really, really love to, especially if it meant I'd get to spend more time with Y/n, but I don't think I could without making things more stressful than they already are."
Toby sighs, crossing his arms. "Alright, just don't blame me when things go south."
"Things won't go f--kin' south, Tubbo," I say sternly, glaring at my best friend. I turn back to my computer, the stern expression on my face fading and turning melancholy. I sighed, rubbing my face with my hands. I- I mean, I don't want to break up with them. But.. then things wouldn't be so stressed for me. But at the same time, I don't want to hurt them.. I let out a groan, leaning back in my chair. "Why are emotions so f--king confusing?" I mutter, staring up at the ceiling.
Y/n's POV-
I walk down the sidewalk, pausing in front of a medium building with a lit up sign on the outside and bright, colorful lights on the inside, illuminating the busy room filled with people and arcade games. I let out a sigh, a wave of sadness overcoming the usual, familiar joy that filled me when I saw the building. We used to spend our afternoons here, playing assortments of arcade games and beating each other's high scores, laughing and enjoying ourselves. Last time we'd been here was.. God, almost a month ago. What happened to those fun times?
I turn and return to walking, though that quickly stops as I bump into someone. I let out a short yelp before a firm yet gentle pair of hands wrap around me, pulling me up onto my feet. I open my eyes, seeing a tall and familiar blonde. Tommy.
"Guess we both had the same idea," Tommy said with a chuckle.
"Guess so," I add, nodding. I rub my hands together for a moment, glancing over to the arcade. "I really do miss going here with you.."
"Well uh, I've got a uh, short break now. We could uh, hang out. Like we used to."
I look back over to Tommy with a small smile on my face, nodding. "Yeah. I'd like that."
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I walk out of the arcade with Tommy, laughing. "God, that was so fun!"
"I know! And the look on that kid's face when you beat his high score? Priceless!"
"Seriously! He was so shocked," I add, giggling. Tommy chuckles, putting his arm around me. I smile and rest my head on his shoulder, those old, happy feelings flooding back in. Like how things used to be.
We walk for a moment in silence, enjoying each other's company. I feel Tommy remove his arm from my shoulder and I look over, seeing the tall blonde had stopped. "Is something wrong, Tommy?" I ask, seeing the expression on his face changed.
"Yeah, I uh, I just-" He said, pausing for a moment. He let out a sigh, looking down at the ground. "Y/n, listen. I- I love you, a ton..-"
"Yes, I know that. I love you too," I say, worry washing over my face.
"I know, it's just- With how our schedule's been, and with streaming and school- I just, I don't think we should stay together."
I stare at Tommy, trying to register what he just said. "Are- Are you breaking up with me?" I ask, tears filling my e/c eyes.
"Look, I really didn't want to do this," Tommy said, glancing up at me. "I love you a ton and it hurts for me to even think about us breaking up, but.. I think it'd be best. At least for now."
I let out a shaky breath and nod hesitantly, crossing my arms over my chest. "Y-Yeah.." I say, unable to speak anything else, purely out of shock and sadness. Tommy walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, hugging me close. I stay still for a moment before giving in, clinging onto him as tears stream down my cheeks. -
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nice voice, mate - wilbur x reader.
Wilbur's POV-
I walked into the large building with the boys, lugging equipment along with us. Our first gig, I thought with a smile, heading towards who I figured was the manager. I stood by him, tapping his shoulder. "Hi, sir? I'm William, lead singer of-"
"Of Lovejoy, yeah, I know," the man said with a sarcastic tone, turning to face me. "You guys here to check out the space?"
"Yes, and we were wanting to practice and get a feel of performing on the stage."
"Yeah, yeah. Follow me," he said, walking off.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing my bags and gesturing for the others to follow me. We follow the d--- of a manager over to a large doorway, turning in and walking inside to see a large stage with a small group standing on it. One guy in the near back sitting at a drum kit and another male to the left of the drummer sitting at a keyboard. A female standing off to the right with a bass guitar and two other girls to the side of the middle with microphones in hand. Then there's one other person in the center of the stage, spotlight shining down on them, a mic in front of them and a guitar in their hands.
I watch them for a moment, listening to the music that played. The guitar and bass blended very well, the keyboard mixing with the beat of the drums, the background singers adding in lower and higher harmonies in with the lead. The lead's voice- So rough and inexperienced but so f--king good at the same time, as though they didn't care they weren't great at singing and just enjoyed it. It was pure and real. No autotune, though we'd have no music careers without it, but they didn't need it. Well, I don't think they need it.
"D-mn, they're good," one of the guys behind me muttered and I nodded, my mouth agape in awe.
The group stopped singing, immediately chatting and cheering for themselves. I suddenly found myself clapping, smiling. The lead and a few other members looked over, spotting us. I tense up, meeting eyes with the lead. "Uh, you guys sounded great," I said with an awkward smile.
They stared at me for a moment before a small smile appeared on their face. "Thanks," they replied, taking the guitar off and setting it on a stand nearby. They jumped off the stage, landing on the floor. "You came to sing?"
"Uh, y-yeah," I replied with a nod, walking up to the stage as the rest of the and got on, setting up their equipment. I walked up onto the stage and pulled out my guitar, tuning it for a moment. I turned to the guys, all of us quickly deciding on a song. Sex Sells, a classic.
We started playing and I started singing, getting a feel for the beat. After a while, I'm sucked in, dancing around as I sang and played, a wide smile slapped across my face. Yes, this song wasn't a very happy one, but it's just so catchy and fun to sing.
Y/n's POV-
I watched the male, unable to look away for some reason. His voice is rough and inexperienced, like he's never had someone to properly coach him. And yet, it was so smooth and calming, energetic and meaningful. Like he really feels and relates to the song. There was a passion in his voice as he sang as well. A very noticeable one. He looked over and we locked eyes, staring at each other for a moment. He flushed red and looked away, continuing to sing.
Him and his band finished and I clapped unexpectedly, smiling. He took off his guitar and sat it in his case, looking over to me. "That was uh, really good," I said with a smile, my face slightly turning red.
"Thanks," he replied with a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair. He walked over to the edge of the stage and jumped off, landing on the ground in front of me. "I don't believe I ever got your name."
"It's Y/n," I reply with a smile, extending my hand to the male. "And yours?"
"William, but you can call me Will," he says, taking my hand and shaking it before pulling it back.. "You've got a good voice."
"Thanks. So do you."
"Eh, I wouldn't say that," Will says with an awkward chuckle.
I let out a dramatic gasp, resting my hand on my chest and gripping my shirt. "How dare you say that, you have a lovely voice."
He chuckles, crossing his arms. "Well, it's certainly not as good as you. I mean, d-mn, you can sing."
I flush, chuckling quietly. "I mean, I'm not all that great."
"Okay, shut the f--k up, you're a great singer," Will retorts with a chuckle, trying to look stern.
I laugh, running a hand through my h/l h/c hair. "Agree to disagree, we're both good singers."
"Good."
I smile and nod, opening my mouth to speak but I get cut off by another voice. "Y/n, c'mon! We're heading out!"
"Sh-t, right," I mutter, looking over to the girl calling me over. I look over to Will for a moment before pulling out my phone, pulling up my messages. "Put your number in."
Will takes the phone and smiles, putting his number in my phone before handing it back. "See you, Y/n."
"Yeah, see you," I say with a bright smile, walking off with my friends. He seems really sweet, especially for a guy with a voice like his. -
These are really good :)
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you think you're a hero?
"Do you think you're a hero?"
Ranboo looked over to Dream, raising en eyebrow on his resting frightened face. "What?"
"You think you're a hero? I mean, everyone seems to tell you that you are one."
"Wh- N-No, I mean- I don't necessarily think that-"
"You think you're so, stoic and handsome," Dream said, skulking closer to the hybrid.
Ranboo backed himself against a wall, tensing up as Dream stood in front of him. "Well, no-"
"That, you've come so F--KING far?"
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"Listen, Dream," George said, tears beginning to brim his eyes. "I- Me and Sapnap- We know you're not the villain."
Dream stared at the clout goggle-wearing brunette, a blank expression on his face.
"You're- you're not the villain, Dream, I know it. You're- You're just going through some, some rough- rough patches. . ."
George watched Dream for a moment, hoping for a response. There was none.
"I- I know, under all of that, that angst and anger from- from everything, I know there's a beating human heart that just needs to be loved. . ."
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"-A dying, broken heart. That's what you have," Tommy retorted, shooting a harsh glare at Dream. "What about Tubbo and Ranboo, who you manipulated and hurt?"
"I'm sorry," Dream muttered, crossing his arms in his seat on top of the chest in the corner.
"What about me? The one who- who you not only manipulated, but hurt, both emotionally and physically, because you had to have the server in "your image". It HAD to be perfect."
"I'm sorry," Dream repeated, looking up at Tommy.
"Look, no matter how much you acted like "my hero", you were never F--KING THERE for me! NEVER!"
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"You never came and saved my world. What about me, Dream? You just, forgot about me?"
"What- What'd you mean, Sapnap?" Dream asked, looking up at the ravenette.
"You've basically just, y'know, forgot that I even existed, like I'm not even apart of the Dream Team-"
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"Look, Tommy. I- I know you're mad-"
"Yeah? How- How'd you F--KING guess?? I mean, it's not like it's that obvious."
"Look, I know that- I know that Wilbur did you wrong-" Dream started before he was cut off by laughter, from Tommy.
"How the F--K could you know?! You've wronged me far more that that dead b------!"
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"-Dream, trust me when I say this," Sapnap said, looking at Dream. "Doing all this, trying to make things perfect? It's not going to stop anything, with you trying to stop Tommy's chaos."
Dream stared down at the ground, a small smile on his face.
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"Dream I- I know I'm not supposed to, to like you, but we- we can fix this, if you really wanted to," Ranboo said, looking down at Dream. "We can make things right, and-"
Dream chuckled, locking eyes with Ranboo. "There it is."
"What- What do you mean by, by that?"
"Your 'hero complex'. You' think you're everyone hero, when you're just a teenager caught in a mess that you never intended on being in."
"W-Well, yeah, but, at- At least I don't think you're the, the villain of the story. It's- It's all just from people's points of view."
Dream chuckled, backing up from Ranboo. "Listen, I know I'm the villain. But at least I'm not the one who's f--king lying to everyone." -
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