A/N: I COULDN'T FIND THE DAMNED ASK BUT TYSM ANON I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU
You heard bangs and clatter coming from your shared kitchen, reaching over to the lamp table you turn on your phone. Flinching at the bright light of the phone’s brightness. After your eyes adjusted to the light you read the time. 1:56 AM. What could that man be possibly doing at almost 2 AM?
Your feet hit the ground and you pat over to the slippers Will bought you with dumb bunny ears on them, dirty from being unwashed in a while. Hm. You get up and wobble a bit, still tired. Making your way to the kitchen you start to smell the aroma of cheese in the air. Peeking around the corner you saw Wilbur, staring blankly into the microwave, slightly rocking from being half asleep. “Will?” You ask, his head turning over to you. His face lit up almost puppy-like seeing you but almost immediately turning into a frown.
“Did I wake you up?” he says, now with a look of guilt on his face. “A little yeah. What are you doing up so late Wilbur?” He points to the hot pocket spinning in slow circles in the microwave. “Hungry.” A heavy sigh leaves your mouth “Just don’t eat in the bed mk?” As you turn to leave Wilbur grabs your arm, pulling you into his chest. Wilbur leaned into your ear, using his finger to flick it playfully. “Dance with me would you?” You turned to look him in the eyes, contemplating if this was really how you wanted to spend your early hours.
You let him take you by the hand, wrapping his arm around your waist and beginning to rock back and forth to the imaginary music in his mind. It was nice, you stepped on his socks 3 times and he even dipped you (tried to dip). Your head rested on his shoulder, trying to imagine a magical scenery instead of your cheese-smelling kitchen. You imagined a large ballroom, with guests of all ages and sizes, young men dancing with each other, with beautiful women chattering near a table. You imagined Wilbur dancing with you in the center of the dance floor. A loud “beep” sound stopped the both of you dead in your tracks. Hot pocket :D
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I believe you had mentioned that emergency asks are okay, so I hope it’s alright that I slide in with a request. In anatomy we’re going over the human body and we’re going over things involving blood flow, which is something I’m sensitive to. I have a phobia of blood because when I was in kindergarten, as the oldest in the group of friends I was playing with, I was put in charge while the parents stepped away for a moment. One thing lead to another, and despite me begging one of the younger kids not to do a dumb stunt, he did the dumb stunt and cracked his head open on the cement. This probably sounds really off topic, but in summary, I’ve got a really bad phobia of blood because of it since it was a lot and I felt like the whole situation was my fault which didn’t help in the slightest.
Anyway, the conversation got really detailed, and our teacher had us do a little “experiment” (if you could even call it that) where we intensely study the veins on our hands and see how they change when you lift your arm over your head for a decent period of time. When blood is a big topic, I tend to cover as much of my body as possible with clothing or blankets or whatever to create a barrier to protect myself from any risk of blood being drawn even if there is no danger at all. Literally just a conversation. Idk why, but my panic really kicked up. Worst of all, I’m in shorts and a t-shirt. I normally wear a hoodie, but the temperature is 80 degrees Fahrenheit so I didn’t bring one. I feel really exposed and there isn’t much I can do to tuck into myself without drawing attention to myself. As my panic increased I started to feel light headed, my body began to tingle, a lump formed in my throat—I feel like I’m gonna hurl—my hands are shaking intensely (I can barely write omg) and I can feel my body radiating off a shit ton of heat, which isn’t helping with my lightheadedness. And I’m so sweaty now ewwww. If my shaking hands isn’t effecting my typing, it’s the sweat on my fingers asdfghjkl
I would ask to step out of the room but the lump in my throat is making it impossible to speak, let alone breathe, and it’s honestly just a ✨mental breakdown✨ over here. Besides, I’m a senior and officially an adult (turned 18 less than a month ago) so I should be able to handle things as simple and stupid as this. Idjdudjejejdjs it’s a struggle up in here
Sorry for rambling about my problems, but, I’m summary, I was wondering if you could write something—doesn’t even need to be long, I don’t care at all—something where a reader’s friends help them through this situation. I don’t really care who it is, it could be the SBI or the Dream Team, I don’t care. I just don’t have any friends in my class to turn to and I’m kinda losing it lolololol
Sorry if none of this made sense or if anything is grammatically incorrect, I can barely think atm
(A/N): anon, your phobia of blood is 100% valid and isn’t stupid! Everyone has a phobia of something, and if they say they don’t they’re lying. It’s normal to have something you fear. I can relate slightly with that having a fear of vomit myself and also being in an anatomy class. The digestive system unit was not particularly fun
I may have kinda sorta made this into a slight Foolish x reader, but nothing happens, the reader just simps. This fic is mainly the Dream Team x SBI sibling reader with hints of Foolish x reader
Please note that these are all based on their dream smp characters, not actual people
You tucked your hands into your hoodie as you walked downstairs, smirking at an impatient Tommy waiting for Techno to get out of the bathroom. You had been the first one to get the bathroom today, and it felt good to rub it in your little brother’s face. You ignored his glare as you walked past him and went into the kitchen where Philza was cooking breakfast and Wilbur was finishing up some homework at the table. Wilbur looked up when he heard you enter the room.
His eyes flicked up and down your body before he frowned, “are you sure you wanna wear a hoodie and jeans? It’s like eighty degrees out.”
Philza glanced back at you before looking back and flipping a pancake. You shrugged, “yeah, it’s what I usually wear.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely not going to wear that today, you’re gonna get a heat stroke.”
“But Dad-”
“Ah, no buts. Go change into shorts and a t-shirt.”
“Yes, Dad,” you mumbled out in defeat, walking back to your room and changing into something more appropriate for the weather. As you passed the bathroom after you changed, you heard the shower running and saw the steam coming out from under the door, Tommy must’ve finally gotten the bathroom.
When you sat next to Wilbur, he nodded to himself in satisfaction. “That’s better.” After breakfast was over, you and your brothers piled into the car you shared. School went by relatively quickly, most of your classes having either a work day or watching a movie because there was a substitute. Though the exposed skin made you feel slightly uncomfortable, you made a mental note to thank Philza for making you change. There was no way that you’d be able to make it through the day wearing your hoodie.
You strolled into your last class without a care in the world and sat at the lab table with your friends Dream, Sapnap, and George. They wove at you in greeting, Dream looking like he was dying. His face was flushed red with small beads of sweat dripping down the sides. You set your stuff down before looking at the boy in worry, “you good man?”
“Dumbass decided to wear a hoodie with nothing under it today.” George rolled his eyes. “I’d rather die than prove my brother right!” Dream exclaimed with a glare at his clammy hands.
“Oh, Foolish is back from college? Is it summer break for him already?” You perked up in interest at the name of Dream’s older brother. You wouldn’t lie, you always liked the college freshman at least a little bit. Ever since you met him, he made butterflies swarm in your stomach. Whenever he would talk to you, it sounded like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians… Okay, maybe you liked him a little more than you initially thought.
Dream rolled his eyes, “yeah, and he’s just so damn annoying.”
“Hey, don’t diss (y/n)’s boy toy in front of them!” Sapnap snorted, eyeing you with mischief glinting in his eye. You felt heat creep up your neck as you heard George start to laugh with Sapnap. Dream gagged, “don’t call him that! He’s an asshole if anything. I don’t see why you like him so much.”
“He’s nice, okay!” You tried to defend yourself. “Oh you think he’s more than nice, don’t you?” George grinned wickedly at you. You reached over to slap him on the shoulder, your face ablaze. He dodged you and kept laughing.
The teacher walked into the room and eyed your table with slight annoyance, “quiet down, class. Today’s content surrounds,” he turned on the projector, “the cardiovascular system! To start off with, the blood is the highway system of the body. It’s a connective tissue that carries oxygen, nutrients, and waste around the body to their appropriate destinations. Being an important part of homeostasis…” His words trailed off into the background as you felt yourself start to clam up at the mention of blood. Your eyes watered slightly as you tore your gaze away from the front of the room, diagrams of the red becoming too much to look at.
You’ve had a phobia of blood since you were eight years old; you, Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy had been playing on the driveway outside on your bikes. Tommy had only been six years old at that point and his thirst for adventure and thrill was merely festering more and more by the day.
You, being the oldest triplet and deemed the ‘most responsible’, was put in charge by Philza. No problem, you could watch over Tommy for a bit. You were only slightly worried about him doing something you couldn’t prevent. Of course, the youngest of the family decided to make a makeshift ramp out of some spare wood. It was incredibly flimsy in structure, the ramp part only being one two-by-four. It just didn’t look safe.
You tried to tell him not to do it but Wilbur and Techno, being the oh so loving brothers they were, kept encouraging him. After you sternly reminded them that you were in charge, they grumbled but listened to you for the most part. It wasn’t until you were inside grabbing a quick drink that you heard a crash and loud sobbing. You and Philza had looked at each other before you sprinted outside to see Tommy’s bike flipped upside down with the wheel spinning.
Wilbur and Techno kneeling in front of the boy had initially blocked you from seeing him but as you got closer, you had a clear picture of the blood. Philza had told you to grab some towels from inside and loaded his kids into the van. Tommy had cracked his head open, but after a few stitches and some healing, he was okay and back on his feet.
You couldn’t help but feel as if it was your fault that he got hurt. Philza, Techno, and Wilbur had constantly reassured you that it was in no way your fault, but you couldn’t bring yourself to believe them when you were specifically put in charge. You were supposed to stop him from doing anything stupid, and you failed him. You were convinced that it was your fault; no amount of reassurances could convince you otherwise.
The mere mention of blood was enough to send you spiraling into your anxiety. The teacher droning on about the thing you disliked the most becoming something that you couldn’t block out, his every word sounding like a hammer banging against an anvil. Your mouth felt dry, hardly being able to swallow the fear that swirled in your gut. Your hands felt clammy and shaky, leaving streaks on the black slate of the lab table. You couldn’t focus on anything else, the blood presented on the powerpoint and the teacher’s words being the only thing you acknowledged.
“Dream over there is a prime example of homeostasis in motion! His sudoriferous glands are secreting sweat to help him cool down, his face is red showing that his oxygenated blood is pumping closer to the surface of the skin, his breathing is fast showing that his lungs are trying to cool off, just an excellent visual example of homeostasis at work!” Dream grumbled to himself as he chugged his water bottle, not caring about the eyes of your classmates on him. You however shrunk slightly in your seat, uncomfortable with the attention.
“Alright, class! That’s it for today, make sure you do the homework I assigned and read chapter sixteen before Monday. Have a pleasant weekend!” With that, he dismissed the class to wait for the bell to ring.
“Finally,” Dream groaned out, fanning himself with the neck of his hoodie. “If he said one more word, I might’ve actually died.” You said nothing as you shakily shoved your notebook into your bag. George eyed you as you bounced your leg and wring your hands together. “(Y/n), are you okay?”
You nodded, not making eye contact. “You sure? You’re as red as Dream is right now.” Sapnap’s voice sounded worried. “I’m fine, I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“When the bell rings, do you wanna get some ice cream and talk about it? We can go to my house after.”
You clicked your tongue against the roof of your dry mouth, you could go for some ice cream right now. Your entire body felt as if it was on fire inside and out. “Sure.”
After the bell rang, you slung your backpack onto your shoulder and sent a quick text to the family group chat about what you were doing. You four walked side by side to the ice cream parlor. It was about a ten minute walk, but it strangely felt shorter with them goofing around. You could feel your body slowly stop tingling, the shaking had reduced to slight tremors in your hands, and the sweat slowed to a near stop.
After the ice cream was acquired, the walk to Dream’s house was even shorter, only being a five minute walk. After saying a quick hello to Puffy and changing into a tank top, Dream leads you three to the old treehouse you used to hang out in when you were kids.
Climbing the creaky ladder, you took your spot in the slightly ragged beanbag in the corner. Licking at your ice cream, you watched as Dream sighed in relief feeling the coolness of the sweet.
“Now (y/n), care to tell us what was bothering you?” The three turned their heads towards you. You sighed, “it’s just that I don’t… do blood very well. It’s stupid.”
“So you have a fear of blood? That isn’t stupid, everybody has a fear of something.” Sapnap swung his ice cream cone in the air slightly as he spoke to you.
“Yeah, but I’m eighteen. I’m a full adult and here I am, having a panic attack over something so stupid.” You sardonically chuckled before licking the ice cream dripping down the side of your cone.
“Foolish is still scared of spiders, do you think that’s stupid?” Dream rose an eyebrow at you. You hesitated, “Well no, but-”
“Then stop calling your phobia stupid. Like Sap said, everybody has something they fear. It’s in no way stupid.” George smiled at you before he took a bite of his ice cream. The other two nodded in agreement. The conversation diverged into them telling you what they feared; George didn’t like dolls, Dream wasn’t a fan of excessive heights, and Sapnap was scared of flying in airplanes. This made you feel better slightly, but you still felt down.
They, being your childhood best friends, noticed that you still haven’t bounced back. Dream smirked at the two before he stood up, “Foolish’s gonna be back from work at any second, do you guys wanna do something to him?”
Sapnap’s eyes glittered mischievously as he also stood up and George grinned and nodded. They looked at you with wide grins on their faces and watched as you thought about it before you nodded. “Hell yeah, knew you’d come around with a good prank.” Dream clapped his hand onto yours and helped you up.
“Alright, so I was thinking that we can ambush him like we did when we were kids.” Dream rummaged in a chest in the corner of the room and pulled out a package of water balloons. He shook them slightly in the air and smirked at you three. “I’ve got the goods, let’s go prepare.”
Small stifled laughs left your mouths as you scampered to the side of the house to the water faucet. You were laughing like school children trying to stay quiet in class after getting yelled at, jokingly shushing each other and laughing whenever another laughed.
After everybody was fully armed, you four hid behind Puffy’s car and in the bushes on both sides of the driveway. The laughter stopped when you saw Foolish’s car pull into the driveway.
You watched as your prey left his car with a yawn and a stretch, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his white button up. The sleeves of his button up were rolled up exposing his lower arms. His skin looked golden in the sunlight. You could feel your heart exploding. Sweat glinted on his forehead as he wiped at it and started to walk towards the porch.
Battle cries left the four senior’s mouths as you hurled the water balloons at him. The older man shrieked in the shock of having ice cold well water hitting his body. He tried to put his hands up to block the barrage of water balloons, but that attempt proved futile when Dream threw one that hit him directly in the face. Laughter streamed from your mouths as he ran inside, closing the front door behind him with a slam.
“God, that was the funniest shit.” Dream laughed, throwing his head back. However, his laughter was cut off with a yelp. Looking past him, Foolish in all his glory stood smirking at his little brother with his arms stocked full of water balloons. Since your arsenal of balloons were all used up, you scrambled to the backyard for some cover. Stray water balloons soared between you and George, prompting the both of you to run faster. You had left Dream and Sapnap behind, only hoping that they were following you.
A small yelp left your mouth as you felt the chill of icy water suddenly collide with your back. George grabbed your hand and pulled you under the cover of a picnic table. You looked over at him; he had large splotches of wetness on his shirt and was also trying to catch his breath. “Thanks,” You panted out. He only grinned at you before looking back through the space between the seat and the table.
Foolish’s laughter and Dream and Sapnap’s frantic yelling mingled with the splashing of water and the chirping of birds. You saw their legs running around between the cracks before Sapnap and Dream seemingly spotted you since they ceased their running in circles and started to run towards you. The skidded to a stop before ducking under the table slightly pushing you and George to the side.
“Hey, find your own hiding places,” George hissed, “you’re crushing us!”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, George.” Foolish’s voice came from right behind you. You spun around and looked at him. You briefly caught a glimpse of his shark-like grin and his playful emerald green eyes before you were pulled out from under the table into a run. You ran between Sapnap and George while Dream led you three to the front yard, splitting off last minute to make a break for the treehouse. You hoped that he was going to get more balloons.
Foolish didn’t seem to notice his little brother’s absence, too honed in on you, George, and Sapnap running from him. Your foot caught on a crack in the sidewalk and you were sent pummeling down to the cement. You reached out with your hands to catch yourself. Wincing at the stinging feeling in your palms and knees, you rolled into a sitting position. You saw Foolish smirking at you and tossing a water balloon up into the air before you looked down at your knees.
To your horror, blood was trickling out of the scrapes in small drops. You could feel a wave of panic wash over your body and your hands start to shake. “You wanna surrender?” Foolish cackled before he went quiet. In your peripheral vision, you saw him kneel next to you.
“Hey,” he asked you softly, “you okay?” You gulped and looked up at him. To your surprise, he looked genuinely concerned for you. His eyes examined your knees before he winced, “those are pretty nasty, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
He grabbed your arm and gently helped you up, leading you inside and into the bathroom. He sat you on the toilet lid before rummaging through the medicine cabinet for bandaids. When he found them he kneeled in front of you, still having to bend down to have eye contact with you. You have no idea how that entire family was so tall.
“So I’m gonna put some rubbing alcohol on your knees and hands, is that okay?” You looked at the shower curtain and nodded, trying not to focus on the blood. He gave you a countdown before wiping the cloth on your knees. He murmured several apologies whenever you would whimper. After that was done, he put bandaids on your knees.
“I’m all done, you can look now.” When you looked at your knees, you saw Hello Kitty bandaids on them. Looking up at Foolish, he grinned sheepishly, “sorry, those are the only ones we had.”
“It’s fine, but uh, thank you Foolish.”
He shrugged and smiled at you, “don’t mention it! But I have a question for you though. Do you have a fear of blood or something?”
You looked at your scratched up hands and sighed, “yeah, but it’s kinda stupid.”
A finger under your chin made you look up at him. The intense and genuine look in his eyes made you internally swoon. “It’s seriously nothing to be ashamed of. If it makes you feel any better, I’m scared of spiders.”
“I know, Dream told me.”
His cheeks became dusted with a light red and he cursed under his breath before he abruptly stopped. A sharp grin decorated his face, “wanna team up against them? I have more water balloons.” You returned his smile and agreed.
You and Foolish were an unstoppable force against Dream, Sapnap, and George, having the upperhand because of the surprise of seeing you on the opposite side.
“(Y/n) what the hell, you were supposed to be on our side!” Dream shouted after dodging a water balloon. You smirked, “you both left me behind, so I have every right to fight on the other side.”
“Yeah, (y/n) here is gonna be my trusty sidekick against you demons!” You grinned wickedly at them before hurling the water balloons.
The rest of the day was spent with lively laughter in the air and water balloons being hurled across the back yard. The blood incident from your anatomy class earlier and from your scraped knees was long forgotten in favor of having fun with your friends and the events of the Great Water Balloon War.
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”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!
It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a
situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…
FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.
They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
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POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:
can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would
not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and
armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our
instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using
much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel
little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
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FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or
purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be
hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
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Again I'm drunk leave me alone. Thank you grammarly for helping me write this story.
Just something about him makes me wanna wrap my arms around him and squish him to death.
(reader's p.o.v)
As much as I love george, He can get quite annoying at times. And by that I mean screaming at ungodly hours while streaming/recording with dream.
[3:37 a.m] I tossed and turned on the bed as george, once again, yelled at something or someone. A sigh left my lips as I attempted to muffle his screaming.
Debating whether or not I should confront him about it, I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Finally deciding to tell him to be a bit quieter, I opted to call him rather than getting up since let's be honest, Nobody wants to get up from their bed.
He took a while to answer presumably muting himself as he answered you.
G: y/n what are you doing calling me? You're literally in the other room
You: George dearest. I love you but sometimes I just wanna sew your mouth shut.
George laughed at your statement.
G: If you do that you can't kiss me :>
You could feel his teasing grin mocking you from the other room.
You: ok no, I won't sew your mouth shut...But Istg If you don't lower your voice I'm gonna go in their, wrap my arms around you and squish you to death :)
G: I'll be quieter then sleep well y/n love you ♡
You: love you too George, Hope you can join me in bed soon
Also, do not walk close to walls. It will be easier for someone so walk past you and push you against it or corner you.
If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.
If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.
Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.
Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.
Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.
If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.
If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.
Help your sisters. Trust them. Trust yourself. Be safe.
I made this google doc covering 14 different self defense tips and tricks. it was made on January 15th, 2020 so it was before I decided I’d come back to tumblr jhjshdbjfh.
Summary: Sam hires a new guard and Dream takes a interest in them...
You had only heard stories about L’manburg and the Dream SMP from your friend Awesamdude. You lived close by to him, owning a smaller home not too far from his spider spawner. You would say that you knew Sam fairly well, as you looked after his dog when he was busy working on one of his many projects, not too sure what he was up to half of the time. Besides looking after his dog you would invite him to have dinner at your house, it was always mushroom soup. He always said you made the best on the server.
Of course, you weren’t the only ones that lived on the server, others would regularly visit him for a chat or to gain some more materials. They never bothered you of course; they didn't know you and they were only there for Sam. Not that you were particularly bothered anyway, as you enjoyed the peace and quiet of the area. It wasn't like the busy village you ran from at all. There were no creepers or hoards of zombies at your door. You loved it here.
Despite your fears of the monsters outside, you were very skilled in combat, which must have been the reason why Sam came to you for help about his guard vacancies at his new prison. Sam had seen you run around with your enchanted gear, easily defeating any mob that got in your way in the local area. It was your first day, and let's just say you were very nervous when you travelled to the prison with him, almost regretting your choice. You were only meant to share shifts with Sam, just to make sure the main prisoner did not escape, an easy enough task you supposed. He told you very little information about who the prisoner was or why he was locked up in the first place. You had heard however, from whispers on the street, that he had tried to kill two young boys and blew up an entire nation. Seems like a fairly good reason to lock a man up for sure.
You made your way across the ice bridge Sam had made in the nether dimension to connect himself to the rest of the server's inhabitants. It was fairly overwhelming when you stepped through the portal, seeing all the builds everyone had made as well as the remains of what was known as the community house. Almost instantly you were met by three young boys, playing happily, just chasing each other with wooden swords. When they saw Sam the blond ones boundfully came over, laughing uncontrollably, bringing a smile to your face.
“How are you boys today?” Sam spoke. “We are doing great big man!” the smallest one replied.
“Heyy man, you never told us you got yourself a lady friend! I’m Tommy” the taller one joked.
“This is Y/N the new guard. She’s never visited the town before but she lives over by me.”
“It's nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Tubbo! That's Ranboo over there, he likes to visit us too!” Tubbo spoke gleefully. “Well it's lovely to meet you boys too!” You gave a small wave to the three young boys. “It was nice meeting you miss, I'm sure we will see you around. We’ll be off now!” Tubbo said as he ran off with the two other boys. Sam glanced down at you with a small smile. You glanced up with a nervous smile ready to make your way through the rest of the server.
Sam gave you a small tour, updating you on what had happened recently with the war between L’Manburg and the Dream Smp until you eventually stopped at the entrance to the Prison. To say it looked intimidating was an understatement. It’s blackstone walls extended up beyond the clouds making you look incredibly small when compared to extensive builds. Sam gently nudged your arm as he guided you towards the nether portal to head inside.
After a small tour and explaining how it all worked, Sam stopped you before entering the main vault. He explained that your first task of the day was to provide the prisoner with some food. “Remember, I’m trusting you with this job. He is a very dangerous man. Under no circumstances should he be let out of the main cell. You may enter and leave, but do not let your book leave your possession or you will not be able to come back across and he may hurt you or attempt to escape. This is very important Y/N, dont break my trust.” Sam stated sternly. He tried not to be so hard on you but he was more worried about your safety than anyone else’s because he was the only one close to you. He didn't want you to be alone; this combined with the experience you had in combat made you an easy choice to fill the guard vacancy.
“Sam, I assure you I will be okay. You can trust me too.”
He only nodded towards you as you stepped forward with the tray of baked potatoes for whomever may be within the cell walls.
As the lava slowly made its way down, all that you saw was a man wearing a bright green hoodie with an unnerving smile mask covering his face. He turned to watch you make your way over the lava underneath you, confused as to who you were. You were unsure of what to do since he didn't speak first. “Here’s dinner, sorry if it's a little later than expected” you said as you placed it on top of the chest in the far corner. He just sat there staring at you. It made you uneasy not knowing what was behind that mask.
“Who are you?” he questioned.
“The new guard, it's my first day” He hummed in response. “Dream. That’s my name”
“Y/N, it's nice to meet you?” you almost questioned unsure about the situation you were currently in, but then again, he didn't seem too bad so far. “Yeah it’s nice to meet you Miss Y/N.” He said, standing up for the first time moving towards the food. Your breath hitched as you saw his height fully. He could easily defeat you in a battle, you were sure of it. You were beginning to see why he was so intimidating. He moved slowly in front of you grabbing the plate and sat back down on the bed and began eating, which you took as your cue to leave. Slowly turning away without a word you began to make your way back to the mechanism to take you back to the safety of Sam.
“I’ll be looking forward to getting to know you Y/N” He stated as he returned to eating his food.
When you arrived on the other side Sam greeted you with a curious smile. “Hopefully he’s on his best behaviour like that all the time. Looking forward to working here?” he questioned.
“Yeah it will certainly be interesting”
You returned home fairly quickly, the ice bridge thankfully shortening what could have been a very lengthy journey. You sort of wished that you’d spoken to Dream a little more and maybe some of the other residents now that you would regularly visit that side of the portal. When you got home, you realised there were no mushrooms for you to make your soup so you decided to go out and collect some fresh ones. There were a few hours left until dawn but you took your sword just to be safe. You opened your door to leave but were shocked to see one of the young lads from before; you think his name was Ranboo from what you recalled. He was standing in front of you with his fist raised like he was seconds away from knocking. “Can I help you?” you asked the young boy in front of you. “Oh sorry, Sam told me you lived here and I wanted to get to know you a bit better since we didn’t really speak this morning” The young boy stuttered out nervously. “I’m going to collect some mushrooms for some soup you are welcome to join me” You offered as you closed the door behind you. He nodded and began following you.
There wasn’t much conversation you could tell that he was nervous, he must be new to the server as Sam hadn’t really spoken about him before. “How long have you lived in the smp?” you asked, breaking the almost awkward silence that had lingered for the first half of your journey. “Not too long. I uh, stumbled across the land after Wilbur blew up L’manburg and offered to help rebuild it for a place to stay.” He stated. “Oh, that was kind of them. Today was my first day visiting the town and its people. I haven’t lived next to Sam for very long either.Just a month or two I believe” you replied, attempting to continue the conversation.
By the time you had reached the forest where you usually collect your fresh mushrooms, the conversation had become much more casual and fluent. You learned a lot about him and he did the same with you. It was nice having someone other than Sam to talk to.
“You know, according to Sam I make the best mushroom soup on the server” you stated cheerfully.
“Oh really? I guess I'll have to hold you to that one then” he chuckled. “Sure, I’ll make you some tonight” you offered.
You stayed true to your word and made him some once you both returned to your home. As you expected, it didn't take long for him to confirm sams theory, even asking you for another portion. You eventually said goodbye to Ranboo before it got too late, promising to see him again soon, as he was a welcome distraction from your lingering thoughts about dream and work tomorrow. It took longer to get to sleep than normal, as your mind wandered. You couldn't stop thinking about having to see Dream again tomorrow. There was something about him that was incredibly terrifying but also, strangely interesting. You wanted to know more about him, get to know him. Perhaps even give him a friend, the poor guy has been stuck in there for so long. Each time you thought about it, you repeated Sam’s warnings about how dangerous and manipulative he can be, but that danger, the risk, it just made it all the more tempting.
Morning rolled by pretty fast, you got ready for the day, brushing out your hair and having something to eat before you spent the rest of the day at work. Once you arrived and got ready to enter, you bid Sam a good day and made your way over to Dream’s cell to deliver him breakfast. As the lava slowly poured away, you caught a glimpse of him gently rising from his bed to sit up. Your eyes widened when you realised he was shirtless, you couldn't ignore it, he was obviously quite attractive. You slowly made you way over the plate of food trying to keep your eyes on the prison food as opposed to his bare chest. You left the food on the chest for him just like before, seeing him adjusting his mask out of the corner of your eye. Grabbing the plate he again sat on the bed looking towards the lava as he ate his meal lifting his mask just above his mouth to eat.
“So tell me about yourself, love” He said breaking the deafening silence. “Oh uh, well, I don’t live nearby really, closer to Sam, that’s how I know him and got the guard job here. I haven't met many of the residents. I don’t really have many friends y-”
“You have one now” He interrupted. “Have what?” You questioned. “A friend” he said, with just his grin visible from beneath the mask. This grin however, didn't seem as evil as before. This grin looked kind, like he was being genuine. A sincere, caring smile. You spared him a glance before looking back towards the lava wall that trapped you both alone in this room. “Well If you’re going to be my friend, I should know more about you...” You said hopefully, wanting to learn as much as you could about the prisoner. He looked at you, his eyes admiring the features of your face that glowed in the light of the lava. “I founded the original lands of this SMP as well what was L’manburg. I have 4 close friends that I used to play a game called Manhunt with, I haven't seen them in a while though, not since they locked me up.” he replied almost sadly. He placed the plate of food on the chest again once he was finished. “It’s been tough here, very lonely. Sam never spoke much, he refused to.” He continued as he slowly made his way over the obsidian box towards you. You turned your gaze back to him, his frame now towering next you. You gulped as you looked at the outlines of his bare chest in front of you. You almost blinked yourself back out of your trance, glancing back up to his face, only to be met with the mask he chose to wear. You cleared your throat and regained your stance/thoughts. “I’m sure they still care about you Dream, now if you excuse me, I have to take this back to the kitchen” You stated as you grabbed the plate and started walking quickly towards the button that summoned Sam to let you back out. “I’ll see you soon Dream” you stated as you started to make your way to the platform that was bringing you back.
You thanked Sam and made your way to the kitchen to wash up the plates, still shocked at how close he got to you, how tall and well built he was. Maybe being a guard was going to be harder than you thought, resisting the temptation of this prisoner. You barely knew the man, but he dominated your mind all day. It was only your second day, you had only just delivered breakfast and you still had hours of your shift left. You exhaled loudly as you looked forward to lunch, just to see him again.
As someone who loves to braid other people's hair, I wanna braid techno's hair too. P.s I'm tipsy while writing this :> (I think this is gender neutral?)
T'was normal work day for both of you and techno. Him brewing some potions and you arranging the chest. Often times you'd sneak glances at you lover as he brushed away strands of his long pink hair. He huffed angrily as he, once again, pushed his hair back. He noticed your burning stare and turned to you
"Is something wrong?" He asked as he for the third time in a span of 2 minutes pushed his hair back. You shook your head no. "I was just admiring your hair, It's pretty and long" You spoke honestly. "Yeah, well it's gettin' pretty annoyin' actually" You hummed as you saw how many times he pushed it back. "I can...maybe...possibly...if you want...I can braid it for you?"
He raised a brow at you, in a questioning manner as your words were inaudible. "I mean if you don't want me to braid your hair then I won't. I won't push you but it's just..." You rambled on about how many times you notice that his hair fell quite often on his face and all that. He smirked as he cut you off "So you've been starin' at me?" Your face heated up as you realized what you said. "No! No...Not staring per say its more like...uhmm I don't know where I was going with that sentence..." You shut your mouth as you kept your head low with a pout on your lips and furrowed eyebrows. He laughed as soon as you looked down.
And gosh did you love his laugh. It made you smile as well but still tried to keep your pouting face. He finally stopped laughing as he looked at you guided you to the couch. "You wanted to braid my hair right? Then go ahead. Be my guest" He sat on the floor with his back leaning on the couch. You sat beside him as you combed through his hair. He let out a content snort as you continued to fiddled with his hair.
Grabbing a few strands you started to braid his hair. The room was silent. The only thing that was heard the fire and his occasional snorting and huffing. Soon enough you were done with his hair.
He looked up at you, his head resting between your thighs, he smiled softly and said a small thank you. You leaned down and pecked his lips. "Anytime techno"
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