Soccer Secrets. || dnf au

- we meet

"Is Quackity Davidson a stupid name? Or is it like.. completely and definitely canon," Q rambled not very definitively..

Dream didn't have time to answer childish questions when he could be catching an extra few hours of sleep.

"It's anything but canon dumbass, but Karl Davidson on the other hand has probability," Karl shrugged releasing a few giggles obviously trying to wind him up and was succeeding.

"OK asshole, and I thought you had a boyfriend, actually boyfriendS?," He snapped back slurring the s,

"I'm not allowed more than two now?" Karl replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking off to.. "The bathroom, I'm going to the bathroom, not leaving you stupid." Answering the eyebrow raise he received from Quackity.

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Dream was forced out of his cold slumber at a shocking 7am for a soccer match that was at 4pm. Their excuse was that they wanted to tour the 'great city of london' and he had no choice but to be dragged along.

"Like I'm not even joking now, it's actually one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." Quackity looked up in astonishment.

"You always tell the truth Q, that's why i love you," Karl agreed with him, throwing his arm round his boyfriend's shoulder, also looking up at the tourist attraction.

Dream couldn't tell if the two were joking or not... cause what they were looking at, was the London eye.

time skip-

George was nervous even though he knew he was the best player on the team and had no need to be. Also being conventionally attractive meant his teenage girl obsessed fans probably wouldn't care if he missed a goal or two but.. the middle aged men definitely would. He was now lacing up his cleats making him slightly more tense but he pushed his feelings away.

"Something wrong, George? Big match today eh?" His coach nudged him after he had done practising his dribbling.

"No." Once again silencing his emotions.

"Right, whatever you say mate. Just don't make us lose today."

George scoffed. He noticed it had become a bad habit of his lately and whenever he did it the person on the other side of the conversation definitely was offended but to him it was just another way of saying 'yeah whatever' which was pretty much the equivalent of scoffing.

Walking out onto the pitch for the second time is 100% more intimidating because this time, it's for real and people actually start to notice and cheer you on.

Somebody caught his eye, it was kind of funny actually, it was a man, dirty blonde ish hair and about 6,3 and for sure not interested if not, clueless to what was going on. George thought maybe he was dared to come and watch but when he thought about it again that was obviously stupid due to the fact he was sitting in some of the most pricey seats available for people who weren't some sort of royalty or a famous actor that starred in coronation street 10 years ago.

"Who's that one, he's pretty" Dream stared in confusion

"It says his name on his shirt fuckface.."

"Oh, I see that now."

Now he was thinking whether Dream Davidson was an acceptable name or not. I mean apart from the fact it was an alliteration it sounded pretty stupid.

He's never been a big fan of eye contact but the moment he realised the soccer player he'd had all dreamy eyes about literally 2 seconds ago was actually looking back at him, he couldn't look away.

George winked just to get some sort of reaction out of him apart from the appearing pinkness on his cheeks. It did, although i think the little girl in front of dream thought it was aimed at her judging by the screech she let out, but she was about 12 and that would be a bit strange, so he just smiled barely noticeably 

George looked back repeatedly at the unknown individual a good 12 times (and counting)

Throughout the duration of the match, which they won, he was just praying this wouldn't be the first and last time they saw each other. Just because he thought this may have been the rare occasion of love at first sight, something he didn't believe in unless it was between him and a dirty blonde man in the crowd of his soccer game.

I think it was safe to say Dream fully thought this famous soccer player was in love with him

and he was happy about it, not just due to the fact he was attractive but it would also piss off a lot of people, including his best friends.

So, would they see each other again? Would they fall in love and would it be easy..?

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dtqk is alive and thriving in this fic btw xx also canon karlnapity .. thank you guys for 10 reads i know its not alot but like to me it is, also as a british person it pains me to keep calling it soccer instead of football but you know i have to keep the americans happy

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