Dream Team + Karl Smut

valentines special :]💚💙

❤️HAPPY VALENTINES i hope you found a valentine, whether platonic or romantic :0 if not that's alright you can be your own because you're really fucking amazing 👑👑👑👑❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this is a oneshot and it takes place in a high school because yeah

listening to feel good inc, what about you?

my first attempt to make a valentines playlist for you: spotify says i can't do anything to the playlist i can't even hide it or delete it or anything like wtf this is racism i even tried logging out, resetting my phone, contacting the ceo of spotify /j, nothing works
second attempt: it didn't work again
third attempt: it didn't work AGAIN i give up.
there's now three empty playlists public on my profile and i can't do anything to them .
anyone else have this problem?

considering getting a custom letterman jacket, i have a whole design in my head (don't even ask of course it's dsmp themed LMAO) i quite enjoy designing things

this takes place in the 90s because i like the 90s *is a 2000s kid* also parties then were cooler

dreams pov

I walk down the hall, sighing as I reach my locker.

I'm a pretty popular guy, I'd say. I know most of the other seniors here, and have kind of a lot of friends.
It gets really annoying, especially when it's valentine's day and you open your locker to see like five love letters fall out.

I pick them up, putting on a fake smile and pretending to be shocked.

I stuff them back in my locker, grabbing what I need and then slamming it shut, being met by my friend Sapnap's face. This is not unusual.
What is unusual is the short boy standing next to him, looking down nervously.

"Hey Dream," Sapnap greets me with the same grin that makes him look like he'd fuck your wife.
"Hey Sapnap, who's... who's this?" I don't recall his name.
"This is George. George, say hi to Dream," he elbows George.

George looks up to me, and we make eye contact, and holy fuck is he hot.
My eyes widen in surprise, and I'm definitely staring, but I try not to show it as I admire him, looking him up and down. He's wearing a blue and white striped shirt and ripped jeans with clout goggles sitting atop his head.
"Hi," He says quietly, adding a little wave at the end.
"Hey, George," I say, looking away, smoothing back my hair, trying not to seem like I was staring, or... like I'm gay. Because the thing is, no one likes a gay guy. ( homophobia 😪) thats why i'm straight and not in a gay smut book😎 that would be dumb and gay 😎😎😎/j

"Sooo, George is coming to the party tonight," Sapnap says. "I invited him."
"Oh, cool," I say, shrugging, hiding my internal celebration.
"You're gonna be there right?" Sapnap asks.
"Yeah," I respond, looking at George, who was looking down with his hands in his pockets.
"Okay, good. Because I better not have-" the bell rings. "I'll see you tonight," I say, not letting him finish what he says before walking away.

They both walk away, and I look back, definitely not staring at George's ass.

-

"Hey dreamm," Sapnap says, walking with me towards my car.
"Soooo, George, huh?" Sapnap says after deciding I will be taking him home as he climbs into the passenger seat. I roll my eyes and sit down. "What about him?" I ask, starting the car.

"You like him?" Sapnap asks.
"Uh.. he seems cool," I shrug.
"You... LIKE him?"
"I, uh."
"Do you like men?"

He leans close to me. So close I can feel his breath on my face.
"S-Sapnap.." I half smile and laugh nervously.