Dream SMP one shots (+ others)

.-. Acceptance .-.

Request: Yeah!!
Mcyt: Sapnap, Karl and Quackity (mentions of Dream)
Type: Fluff with some angst
Age: All irl ages :)
AU: Irl

A/N: I'm professional at dragging on oneshots and making them longer than they need to be but I stg I'm never satisfied if my writing doesn't have a bit of backstory, and an ending where you can tell there's closure. That's why my writing is so long guys. I need that backstory at the beginning and I need full closure at the end LMAOAHSJD

TW: mentions of transphobic / homophobic kids, panic attack

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*sapnap's pov*
Ever since I was a little kid, I always knew I was different in some ways.

My friends would cheerlead and play volleyball - and while I didn't mind volleyball, I despised the school uniforms for girls, hated makeup and don't even mention the fact I hated dresses and nails.

I just wasn't...girly like they were.

So, I put myself in the "tomboy" section of feminine.

It wasn't a massive change - obviously I still had to put up with the outfits and makeup my mom made me wear for events, but other than that I covered myself up with hoodies and sweatpants and substituted the heels with sneakers.

It felt more me.

Then I realized my hair was an issue.

I hated how it framed my face and trailed down my back. Brushing it was hard and I didn't like my mom putting it up or my friends doing braid chains. (You know when your friends sit in front and behind you and you braid the hair of whoever is in front of you and the person behind you braids yours and so on forwards and backwards? Hopefully lol)

Luckily, I came up with the excuse that with the hot summer coming up, I didn't want my hair to make me hotter. My mom and dad weren't suspicious at all and they let me cut.

Cut all of it off. Until I looked like a boy.

By the time freshman year (what grade is that lmao my country doesn't use freshman / sophomore / junior / senior or anything like that) came around, everyone knew me as the tomboy girl who wasn't girly.

I loved it.

My best friend throughout all of this was Dream. Even before I started transitioning and discovering my identity, he was always there. He never left or got mad at me or invalidated me when I couldn't find a name or had rough days of dysphoria. He stuck with me.

He was there when I bought my first pair of clothing from the mens section. He was there when I came out to my parents as trans and bisexual. He was there when I chose my official name and he was there even when people found out I was LGBT.

It got pretty homophobic, and I felt like maybe I was overreacting and I had to be a girl. I wasn't a boy.

Even Dream couldn't get me to snap out of it because of all the transphobia and homophobia. I truly believed that maybe I would never be a real man.

Then there were two new kids at the school. Quackity and Karl.

I don't know how else to describe it other than the three of us clicked in a way I can't describe.

Dream and I clicked - but in a friend way. He's my platonic soulmate. My best friend till the end. Literally.

Karl and Quackity on the other hand? It was different.

So different in fact that the three of us went to prom together as a polyamorous couple for senior year, they came out as gay and we started dating.

That kind of click.