My Knight in a Green Hoodie (Dream x Reader)

13. Bruises

Dream didn't bother, though.

He was already rolling on the floor.

Demoted to being a tea kettle.

"Oh, fuck you guys." Philza groaned, his arms uncrossing to fall limply at his sides while he tilted his head back exasperatedly.

It turned into a facepalm after Tommy tackled Wilbur, screaming about how he was ready to fight. Wilbur had given in to hysteria and was laughing to the point he was coughing and crying.

The man audibly smacked his forehead at the sight of his sons wrestling each other, if you could even call it that.

Techno had left the room, assumedly to work on the potato farm.

Dream tried his best to recompose himself, hands on his knees. But he would just collapse back into laughter, his body basically shaking from how much oxygen he's deprived of himself in the process.

That might leave a few bruises. Probably.

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Bruises

(Chapter 4- part 2)

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Third P.O.V

It took a while, but everyone had calmed down. Of course, the boys now were littered in large purple bruises, the ugly tint on green forming still in different spots.

Which also meant Y/n had to deal with a lot of complaining and whining from these grown-ass children when she rubbed oil and medical ointments onto the discoloured skin.

In the end, they all moped around the tavern like kicked puppies with the cotton-padded bandages stuck to their skin to avoid them pressing or potentially scraping the already abused skin.

Tubbo had also shown up confused about why the boys were moping, and Y/n had briefly explained what happened prior.

Tubbo was satisfied with the explanation and quickly let the girl know he was tired.

She smiled sweetly and told him the directions to one of the old bedrooms.

Tubbo thanked her quickly, in a hurry to go nap.

The short girl sighed, finishing up the last of the bruises on the masked man.

"Come on, you big baby, the other two idiots are pouting like children back in the other room. You can go join them." She rolled her eyes.

The taller simply grumbled, crossing his arms like a child and slumping down to sit on the grimy floor, crisscross.

"You have to be joking, Dream." Y/n stared, a deadpan expression towards the blonde-haired boy.

He simply slumped his shoulders, even more, grumbling unintelligibly.

It took a while of staring before Y/n realised this was Dream being the touch-deprived hoe he is.

(not like the readers were any better but hey I'm just sayin-)

"If you want it, you gotta beg." She giggled.