Rinnie

372 days. That’s how long ago you and Dream, your boyfriend of now 2 years, moved in together. It was difficult at first, the honeymoon phase was so obviously over and the constant time being with each other only caused annoyance and stupid fights. But it’s like they say, love always prevails, and soon enough you and Dream were back to better than ever, fights now a rare occasion that were resolved quickly. You two even got a cat! It was your baby, little Patches, and you couldn’t be happier with your little family.

152 days. That’s how long ago your boyfriend proposed. It was perfect, the sun was setting as you both looked over a huge koi pond. He was so obviously nervous, sweat lining his brow and his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. Tears formed in both your eyes as you said yes. The ring was gorgeous, a bright diamond glaring up at you as it reflected the pink sky above you. You knew he could easily afford it, but it still made you feel slightly bad he spent so much on you. He quickly kissed those worries away later. You were the moon, stars, and sun above to him, he’d give away all his money to you if you so pleased.

14 days. That’s how long ago your bachelor/ette party was. All your closest friends were there, drinking with you and dancing with you as you enjoyed your last moments of being unmarried. But honestly? There wasn’t much to celebrate, you wanted nothing more than to marry Dream, so you felt no grief while you sang your heart out to whatever song was on.

12 hours. That’s how long ago you and Dream were curled up in bed, whispering sweet nothings as anxiety ate the both of you alive. Your wedding day tomorrow, the last step towards being together forever. Were you ready? Romantically yes, you wouldn’t have anyone else. But mentally? Not really. You were only 21, were you ready for marriage? What if you were a terrible partner? What if it didn’t work out and you got a divorce? What if-? Dream knew when you got too into your head, so with a quick kiss, all your worries disappeared, only replaced with love for the man you laid with.

3 hours. That’s how long you had to get ready until you would walk down the aisle, sealing your future with the man you couldn’t love more. Dream’s mother and sisters, along with a few of your friends helped you get ready. Your dress was beautiful, with little embroidered flowers covering the white fabric. It was skin tight to your torso, showing your curves nicely while the shirt fanned out, dragging behind you as you walked. Dreams mother cried when she first saw you in it, making you do a spin as she admired it. Safe to say she loved it as much as she loved the both of you together.

10 minutes. That’s how long you had until you walked down the aisle. Drista was dressed in a beautiful pink dress, a basket of flowers in her hand as she smiled up at you. You and Dream had picked an outdoor venue, beautiful tall trees towering over you as sunlight filtered through the leaves, highlighting your form nicely. You held a bouquet of white roses and lavender lilacs, the aroma calming your nerves just a bit. The minutes ticked by slowly as you waited for the go-to. Before long music was playing, and Drista gave you a nod, it was time.

Drista went first, scattering her petals everywhere she could as she danced her way to the front. You stifled a giggle, sighing as you realized it was your turn. Now or never. The cover was pushed back, revealing you as you smiled, tears pricking your eyes. There he is.

To say he looked good was an understatement. His tuxedo was that of the highest quality, tailored perfectly to highlight and fit his form. Blond hair, which was normally unruly was now tamed back, shining in the dappled sunlight. He was crying, soft sobs wracking his body as Sapnap, his best man, pat his back. You started crying too, legs threatening to give out but you continued walking until you were right in front of him. He used every bit of self-control to not sweep you up and kiss you right there, right now. But he had to wait. The minister began talking, but neither of you could care less, lost in both your tear-filled eyes.

Vows came next, both of you struggling to take your time reading and not rush through it from anxiety. Every word he said was a declaration of love, from his tone to the way he would nervously fidget, it was all beautiful and perfect. It was your turn. You were a crying, stuttering mess, but who cared? He cried the whole time while listening to you, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your knuckles. The rest of the ceremony flew by, and after long last, you hear those magic words.

“You may kiss the bride”

You and Dream smashed together, cheers and claps surrounding you, but all you could focus on was his hands on your cheeks and his lips moving in sync with yours. You both pulled apart, foreheads together as you breathed in your guys’ mixed air, coming back down to Earth. Love, that’s all you could feel right now. That’s all you wanted to feel right now. The rest of the night was filled with dancing and drinking, opening presents, and eating cake. It was perfect, all of it. He was perfect. As were you.

george:

. he would pull one of those "i have a HUGE announcement, tune in on my stream"

. he hypes it up sm but everyone thinks it's just a merch drop again

. also does another crazy ridiculous stream

"guys if you want to hear the announcement, you have to subscribe and prime."

. everyone flips when they find out though-

"ok guys- so i actually have a s/o, you may or may not know them, y/n."

karl:

. he is SO excited

. has a whole stream planned to introduce you, he just wants to show you off <33

. he almost immediately spills it on stream-

"guys she's the most stunning person ever, i love her so much- guys guys guys she's here!!"

. he's so excited to finally stream together as a couple

quackity:

. its either planned out or completely accidental

. like- you're streaming and he calls you

. before you could tell him you were live he starts going off

"babee i'm so tired, can we cuddle when i get home?" "quackity i'm live-" "fuck shit-"

. hangs up in panic

wilbur:

. this man probably didn't want to share it tbh, you had to convince him

"guys you need to shut up, i have a s/o."

. as chat goes insane he then goes-

"chat you can't believe everything i say, i'm lying."

. then you walk in-

. twitter has a meltdown

there's a tiktok in your drafts saved of that moment with him trying the filter and then transitioned to him with the actual piercing. he'll never admit that he likes it.

so yeah, y'all were close.

close as in you went to prom together every time as friends bc you both were super comfortable with each other and it just felt right to take each other.

y'all also made each other super happy.

you also most likely, ditched the event and went to mcdonalds in your formal attire and continued to just drive around listening to tunes or something.

ironically, that was the best part of the night.

okokokok, back to college!au.

you wouldn't study the same majors and minors but would definitely take some courses together for the fun of it.

he'd let you copy his notes and his homework, no big deal, even though he's super secretive and protective of his work. gatekeep girlboss 👊

this does make wilbur salty though.

"techno, quit being stingy i just need the notes!" wilbur exclaims to his brother as he remains hunched over his papers, the brunet's trying to look over his shoulder.

"you should've taken notes during the lecture, wil!" techno rebuts, lifting the papers off his desk and hiding it from his brother.

"that's not fair, you literally let y/n copy your work!"

"because they're not annoying, unlike you. now get out of my room!" the pink hair mutters in a lighthearted manner but wil doesn't listen, instead making an 'ooo' noise at his brother when his face is dusted with a blush. instead of teasing his brother, the brown haired finally relents and decides to leave him alone in his room, now plagued with thoughts of you.

that was good enough of a punishment for not letting wilbur copy his work

you two go out for milkshakes or food after classes together quite often. but it's either you walk into the cafe and get a table or resort to staying in the car, talking with your favourite radio playing in the background.

ALSO, i will not take criticism on this but you two made each other matching friendship bracelets.

neither of you are seen without it on it's adorable-

but yours is the only one he wears because he keeps every other friendship bracelet in a box in his room. even though you wear the other ones that your friends have gifted you, you always make sure to wear his alone on your right wrist.

(bc he was the right one for you.) **slaps knee, GOTTEM**

it's become tradition at this point with how many times you've done it, it even continues when you're dating.

but yeah it took a while for the either of you to confess that you liked each other.

your reasoning was that he was out of your league and that you've been strictly platonic for the longest time that it seemed ridiculous that he would've harboured feelings for you after so long.

he had the same reasoning LMAO and let me tell you, your friends were TORTURED by how much you pined after the other.

"more pine than a forest," as ranboo kindly describes.

you smiled widely at that but techno just rolled his eyes. your friends definitely discussed painful moments where the either of you doubted the other's affections.

as you and techno are surrounded by your large group of friends from high school, they couldn't help exchange funny stories about whenever either of you rambled to someone about the other. it begun with wilbur having no shame when it comes to embarrassing his brother.

technoblade doesn't break his hard exterior at all and only keeps his arm slung around your shoulders in a nonchalant manner.

"so only then we found out that techno actually printed out a photo of him and y/n together and put it in his wallet but he would never show anyone either? like mans was holding the biggest secret in that wallet of his that was how bad it was," the brunet laughs, along with everyone else around the table.

"no way! i remember all the times when y/n would come up to me and just be like 'omg why is tech so hot' and they'd just start complaining to me about how good looking he is?" niki adds and you're hiding yourself in embarrassment.

techno finally breaks into a laugh as you covered your face with your hands.

"i recall they wanted him to step on them."

"oKAY-" you begun, "no! no! i did not say that, ever!"

"yes you did!"

"okay when?"

"you said it over text as well-"

"I'M CONFISCATING YOUR PHONE NIKI-"

he doesn't ever address that situation again (well, subtly he does).

now we all know technoblade and how insanely dedicated that man is to anything if he really wants to be. that's been his relationship with football.

is it unhealthy? i mean no, it's a sport but-

before you started dating, you'd go to his football games very regularly and it wasn't often his team lost but on the rare occasion, you can be found in the stands afterwards, waiting to talk to him.

the first time you did so he was surprised but eventually, he got used to it. you were there, waiting for him to just hug you as tightly as he needed.

when he wins though, you're still in the stands afterwards with a wide smile and it's probably the adrenaline but you've never looked so kissable to him; he never does it but the imagery is enough for him to ascend into a dreamy headspace to think about it over and over again.

during study periods you'd have together you would go the football field quite often and somehow manage to find a spare ball to mess around with. he's casually practicing passes to you and you always try your best to keep the rally going.

football games after you start dating aren't so different. you still stay around only this time, you're wearing his jersey and he's free to kiss you as much as he likes.

"you played really well today," you compliments as he peppers kisses on your face. "made some impressive kicks."

"you can compliment me later, just kiss me first," he hums. you smiled, raising a quizzical eyebrow before granting him what he wants.

there's a definite plan in the future for you two to move in together. probably third or fourth year uni? after internships and working part-time jobs ofc.

neither of you can wait for this to happen because it's just kinda fact at this point that you two are endgame.

you've met his family many times. tommy sees you as a big sister, wilbur has adopted you to be his best friend that he complains to about techno and phil considers you as a family member already.

MORE ON THIS,,, JUST IMAGINE,,, PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH TOMMY AND HIM BEING SO HAPPY WHENEVER YOU'RE OVER?? like he'd steal you from techno immediately and drag you to his gaming room and the teenage boy is too funny for you to decline so you sheepishly smile at your boyfriend who sighs and decides that he might as well join in.

AND WILBUR JUST WHISKS YOU AWAY AS WELL cuz you two have also been very good friends since high school and he makes you listen to his compositions (not that you're complaining) and it's beautiful. you also have lengthy discussions and conversations that has techno become very patient.

don't even get me started on how well you clicked with phil-

as much as you getting along with techno's family warms his heart, he gets pouty bc you were there for him, not for anyone else.

so that's why he ends up coming to yours most of the time if he needs an intense cuddle sesh.

if he's really missed you, he'd show up at your place and not even give a moment of greeting as the pink-haired just drags you to your bedroom.

you laid there together for a long time.

going to the library together is a must and whenever he gets bored, you'll find him slipping love poems he wrote for you in your textbooks because that man has a way with words.

when you read them, you have to bite back a scream because you're in the library but he always catches your eye when you're flustered and your behaviour makes him smirk in satisfaction. his pink hair falls in front of his face once more to pretend as if nothing happened.

you made a playlist for him.

techno also doesn't have a distinct music playlist so he couldn't really make one for you which made him feel really bad.

"it's okay, i know you appreciate me either way. you send me love letters, techno, that's more than enough," you reminded your lover.

he scrunches his nose, "but you made me a whole playlist... you're too good for me."

you also said the first 'i love you' and he completely malfunctioned bc reminder: he didn't think he was enough for you!

his love language is definitely quality time which explains all the classes he takes with you, how often you two go out and just generally how excited he is to simply,,, exist with you.

whenever he's over at your place and you're getting tired because it's late, he'd read you to sleep in a calming, lower and softer voice as his hand cards through your hair. techno stays the night because he doesn't have the heart to leave.

"i adore you," he'd whisper to your sleeping form right before he reaches over to turn off the lamp, coating the room in darkness as he snuggles into you.

he's never been happier.

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You and Clay had been binge watching a show together, eating potato chips and drinking soda like they were the only foods left on earth. It wasn’t until you started the eighth episode that you realized how much you needed to pee. You lightly tapped Clay’s shoulder to get his attention, but he kept watching the screen.

“Babe, I need to piss. Can you pause it?” You asked softly.

“No.” He quickly replied.

“Well if you don’t I’m gonna miss it-“

“I meant no to you going to piss, sit back down.” You thought he was joking and laughed, but immediately stopped when you saw his glare. “Think it’s funny? Sit down, you’re not going until I tell you that you can.”

You sat down slowly, watching Clay the entire time. Your bladder ached, it would almost be painful, if it weren't for the threat of being punished. You leaned against him, cuddling into his arm as your thighs squeezed together from both the need to pee and arousal.

You tried your hardest to focus on the show, whimpering occasionally when you nearly broke. Another two episodes passed and you were so close to breaking, biting your lip and whimpering Clay's name.

"Please, God, can I go to the bathroom now?" You begged, "I've been so good, please!"

Clay scoffed. "What a little whore, begging me to piss. Hold it for the rest of this episode." You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes and your thighs pressed together.

"Please, Clay!" You begged, "Please, it hurts, please!"

"Wait out the rest of this episode, then you can go piss. If you piss before, I swear to God, you'll regret it." He threatened.

"I can't, I can't, please!" Clay scoffed and reached his hand over, laying it against your bladder and pressing down. You squealed and felt the floodgates open, peeing all over yourself. Tears were running down your face as you calmed down from the relief of peeing.

A soft light was peering just over a hill of snow, the sight of smoke slowly traveling out of a chimney; which isn’t the sight Y/N had been expecting when she received her letter from Dream, but she didn’t care about anything but finishing what she had started. The enchanted sword that was strapped around her securely was evidence that she had indeed done her job, although there were no more traces that it had even left it’s home as it leaned against her back after being freshly cleaned just prior as she traveled quickly through the nether.

“Y/N, you’re early.” Dream isn’t in his usual attire either, but Y/N doesn’t seem fazed as she approaches the blonde haired boy. He stood in front of a wooden fence, his arms surprisingly exposed to reveal old scars and other marks that she was sure no other eyes had seen. The thought made her stomach turn for a moment, which made Y/N ball her hands into a fist. It wasn’t that she had feelings for Dream, but just the mere thought of someone trusting her this much gave her a temporary high and an unneeded boost to her ego. “Are you surprised?”

Y/N doesn’t give Dream a chance to answer her rhetorical question before she pulls the purple sword out of it’s leather strapping and into Dream’s hands. There was a broad grin planted on his face as he gripped the base tightly, before glancing back up at Y/N.

“I always saw you as more of an axe guy myself, but with a sword this powerful, I won’t question it.” The comment made dream chuckle under his breath as he smirked. “It’s better off for you not to question me anyways.” She knew he was right, but a part of her wanted to know what all these errands were for. Why was there a whole country full of people that she could only be in contact with when no one was around to see her, or catch her? She practically knew the place like the back of her hand from all of the tasks Dream had given her, yet not a single person who lived there even knew she existed; not a single person had heard her name, or even witnessed the mere sight of her as she walked with purpose to and fro in the dead of night.

“I need you to go back tomorrow.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“I need you to find one more thing for me.”

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Something was wrong but Y/N tried to brush it off as she maneuvered through the tall trees, the sun was setting and leaving behind a soft glow to bleed through the branches and the tall grass that itched themselves against her calves. It wasn’t until she heard a sharp intake of breath that she froze, her shoulders tensing when she heard the sound of an arrow slicing through the air.

She reacted quickly though, turning sharply around a bundle of trees before bolting towards the direction of the tall purple portal. “Stop! Who are you?” She wasn’t surprised that the person was chasing her, nor was she surprised that it was causing people to stare as she made her way out of the forest and in between the tall buildings. It wasn’t smart of her to put herself in plain sight but it was the fastest way back to a safer place and as long as whoever was chasing her grew tired, it wouldn’t harm Dream or prevent the job from being finished. She was determined to do better next time.

Another arrow was aimed towards her and it barely missed before she threw herself into the portal, turning around to see a brown haired boy not too far behind her. A bow was sitting firmly in his hand and a white bandana tied where his hair met his face, but Y/N didn’t have time to try and find a weak spot on him before she’s met with heat and the sound of boiling lava below her. She ignored the gust of heat, running past the red walls around her as she searched for the path to her next portal but the only thing she found was broken ground that ended in nothing but her own demise.

“Shit.” Y/N hadn’t heard someone moving towards her until the crunch of broken up rocks made her quickly turn around, but her response was too late because the same boy had already shot an arrow towards her right before their eyes could meet. The metal tip grazed against her upper thigh, scratching it just enough to draw out a thin line of blood before it pierces through her skirt and pins it into the wall beside her. Y/N tried to stay calm, to think logically as she grabbed at the dagger that was wrapped around her other thigh before aiming it towards his chest, but he didn’t seem phased at all. In fact, he swiftly swung his axe towards the sharp dagger and let it fall at his feet.

Y/N thickly swallowed as she gripped the material of her skirt before tugging at it as he moved closer to her. He wasn’t in a rush as he watched her struggle until she loudly ripped the chunk of fabric off and started walking a few paces backwards. “Who are you?” His eyes squinted at her as if he was trying to remember her, trying not to give away how loud his mind was as it swarmed with questions. Y/N doesn’t respond as she slowly moves her hand over her shoulder, reaching for the sword that was safely strapped behind her. “I’m warning you.”

Y/N wanted to laugh at his attempts to threaten her. He could kill her right now with a single swing of his axe, but the sight of him trying to convince himself that he didn’t have to was entertainment to Y/N. From what Dream had told her, no one here cared about anything but power and control. She took another step back as she gripped the handle of her sword.

He didn’t hesitate to swiftly move forward and grip the compass around her neck, pulling it towards him as he watched the small arrows turn. “Dream?” His eyes grew wide as he lowered his axe in confusion but Y/N only struggled against him, not having enough time to pull out her sword before she moved backwards to try and keep the stranger from figuring out what she and Dream had been doing. But Y/N’s plans seemed to be conspiring against her when she stepped onto the edge of the broken path, gravel rolling under her feet and pulling her down with it as it plummeted into the lava below.

Y/N tried to save herself as she moved forward, but the weight of her sword seemed to be dragging her backwards. The golden chain of the compass snapped in his grip as she fell, her hands quickly grabbing at what was left of the path she stood on before, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on for long as the heat from the lava starting burning at her exposed legs and the steam started to create a layer of gloss over her eyes. “Tell me why you have this compass and I will help you.” The man had lowered himself onto his knee, the compass sitting directly beside him as he looked down at Y/N. “I-I..” Y/N hesitated, feeling her fingers slipping slowly as she looked down at what might be the end of her.

Y/N was so tired, from constantly trying to help Dream. Stealing things from his own friends and letting him keep them, getting nothing in return but another task and another job to finish. It only left Y/N with high hopes that it would make her feel more seen or would fill the gaping hole inside of her. But Dream made her feel needed. Like she was finally doing something right, as if she was finally good enough for someone to ask her to stay. She didn’t want to betray him, but she couldn’t help anyone if she let herself go.

“He will kill you if I tell you.” Y/N gasps as one of her hands slips. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she tries to focus on staying alive as she grips tighter. The man frowns as he tries to process what Y/N had just said as he watches the palm of her last hand slowly slip lower until she is dangling by her fingers. “Tell me.” The burn against her legs is agonizing as she quietly groans, trying to pull herself up to no avail. “I steal for him, D-dream w-” Her hand slid off of the broken path before Y/N could finish her sentence. She holds her breath in expectancy while squeezing her eyes closed, but the hot liquid never meets her skin; instead a hand wraps around her wrists and quickly pulls her back up towards the surface until she is on her hands and knees trying to slow her heart rate. “Let me take you to my place and you can finish telling me what the hell is going on.” Y/N nods as she cocks her head to the side.

“I’m Sapnap by the way.”

“Y/N.” Sapnap stands to his feet, stretching out a hand to help Y/N get back on her own feet and she gladly takes it. The palm of her hands were covered in scratches and her fingers were still red from the pressure she had been putting on them, the mark Sapnap had left on her thigh was ignored as he led her back to where he had been chasing her from.

They walked in silence as they entered the portal until they stood before the community house, the water that surrounded it was softly flowing from left to right in an aimless pattern as they walked closer to the bricked building. The sound of soft trickling and people talking only a few feet away felt unfamiliar. Usually when she was here, she was hidden away from people and so focused on the tasks given to her that she was never able to stop and take in the country that surrounded almost all of her jobs. Sapnap seemed to notice when Y/N’s footsteps slowed down for a moment. He tilted his head slightly to see what was wrong but was only met with the sight of her looking up at the cobblestone court house above them, not even trying to hide the curiosity in her eyes as she looked back at Sapnap.

He looked away from her, tightening his grip on the golden compass he held as its chain gently hit against his leg. “Dream gives me jobs a few times a week.” Y/N breaks the silence that was held between them once they reach an empty building, Sapnap walking inside with her as he glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

“He doesn’t tell me much, but he tells me what he needs me to take or who he needs me to watch.” Y/N sits across from Sapnap as he stares back at her with an intense look, taking in every word she was saying. “He doesn’t tell me why or what he’s planning, but I try not to ask too many questions.”

“What did he tell you to take today then?”

“Nothing. He just told me where to go. He said to wait for him exactly where you found me.” Sap shook his head as he let out a heavy sigh. “Do you always just do what he tells you, without question?” And although Y/N wasn’t sure if he meant to make her feel silly; he did. Because she already knew the answer. “..Yes.” He scuffs. “Why?”

“What benefit would it be to you if I told you that?” Y/N leans forward, putting her forearms on the table in between them. “I’m not too worried about what does or doesn’t benefit me right now. I’m more focused on why someone like Dream would need someone’s help for something as simple as stealing a few things from his own country.”

“I wouldn’t call it simple.”

“I wouldn’t call it difficult.”

“And yet it took you this long to catch me.” Y/N smirked to herself.

“And yet I still caught you.” The only regret Y/N had right now, was wasting her dagger on a cheap shot. She could easily take one of Sapnap’s lives and call it a day, but shakes her head. “I think Dream wanted you killed.” Sapnap speaks without remorse. His words shouldn’t have affected Y/N but for a split second she felt the muscles in her back tense up. She wasn’t sure if it was because it was such a bold statement for him to say or if it was because a part of him believed her. “He has you doing his dirty work in the dark for months, now once he has all he needs..” Y/N looks away from his gaze, thumbs tracing a pattern against the cool metal design along the table. “Dream and I..,” Sapnap purses his lips together as he tries to find the right words to say, “We used to be a lot closer. I trusted him with my one life for the longest time, but he just changed. It was almost like he woke up one day and decided to become some sort of villain, he was no longer attached to anything or anyone around him. Everything was always about leverage and power, it was all a game.”

“He knows everything there is to know about me. Which means, he knew that I was going to be the one to find you. He knew I was going to kill you.”

“But you didn’t.” Y/N speaks up. Her throat feeling dry as she furrowed her eyebrows, lost in her own train of thought as she tried to piece together her last few encounters she’d had with Dream. “Because He wouldn’t expect it.” He chuckles softly but Y/N doesn’t feel like laughing as she watches the stars from the other side of the clear glass window.

“He is all I have.” Sap isn’t laughing anymore when he hears the unfamiliar tone in her voice. “That’s why I do whatever he tells me without question. Because if Dream doesn’t need me for something then-then.. I am just nothing. I’m just here, existing without purpose.” Y/N stands up from her seat, trying to flatten out the torn fabric of her skirt before looking back at Sap who only stares up at her. He held a knowing look, as if he was looking right through her but he said nothing. He adjusted his voice as he stood up, her eyes holding more than just his reflection as she watched him move. “We need to move fast, Dream probably thinks you're dead right now which might give us an advantage."

“Move fast?”

“Well, now we have more of a reason to get rid of him.” Sapnap spoke as if whatever he was implying was obvious, but Y/N wanted to be sure about where his mind was going. “Get rid of..?”