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Pairing: GeorgeNotFound x Reader

Song Inspiration: Hey There Delilah - Plain White Tees

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3,766

Warnings: Not proofread. Swearing, I think, really just the use of damn if that counts?

Summary: Take a look into Y/n and George's relationship between late-night calls and long-distance talks before George finally receives his visa and is able to meet the person he's loved through a screen all these years for the first time.

A/n: Timeline might not really match up but this is all fiction so it's okay. This isn't the fic I wanted to post but I wanted to put something else out there and the one I'm working on is a lot longer than I anticipated and taking a lot longer to work out than I thought. I hope you enjoy!

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Hey there, Delilah, what's it like in New York City?

I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty, yes you do

Time's Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear it's true

"How has everything been? Are you doing alright? Did you sleep enough?" George questions through the phone. Just barely did he let me get a simple 'hi' in before he began his assault. Not that I mind it much, it's nice knowing how much he cares. It makes up for the fact that I can never see him face-to-face. I've offered to fly out to him but he's refused time and time again. Something about not being sure he'd be able to let me leave if we met before he finally moves to the states. I think really he's a bit scared but I'd never push him if he is, so I just accept his excuse. Still, it doesn't make it easier, especially not with our five hour time difference. It makes catching each other difficult and sometimes I just miss his voice.

"I'm perfectly fine, no need to worry about me. How are you? You just got done recording with Dream and Sapnap, yeah? How'd that go? Have you gotten anything to eat or drink yet?" Listen, I never said I wasn't just as bad as he was, I could be far worse though. He gets so into his recordings and streams he'll go long periods of time without drinking any water or eating any meals, let alone a snack. I'd rather like it if our first time meeting wasn't because I'm rushing out there on a whim because the man doesn't take care of himself.

"Yeah, yeah, I took care of myself today, love. No need to worry about all that." He reassures me, which honestly does very little because I know his version of taking care of one's self, but I choose to trust him this once. "Have I told you that you look positively stunning today?" It comes from his mouth, smooth as butter, yet I imagine he spent some time rehearsing those words. I doubt it was to a mirror, but I find the image in my head hilarious so I don't bother with asking him how it was practiced.

"Really? I'm just getting back from a day out vlogging and I'm sweating and disgusting."

"You never look disgusting to me." He's quick to say, almost too quick, maybe I'm more predictable than I like to imagine.

"Oh yes, I'm sure," I muse with a smirk, "I don't doubt you would be saying that even if I was covered completely head to toe in mud."

"I don't think you ever could not look perfect to me. I'd stare at you over any shiny lights any day."

"Even Times Square?" I question him. Times Square all lit up has to be hands down the most beautiful thing I could fathom. The city itself is an entirely different situation. Though I love it, even with it being a bit run down, it tells a story and it's lived in. It's a mixing pot of all different types of people, all willing to share a chapter of their life with you if you dare to ask. The people you see, the places that are loved, the lights of the city are the definition of beauty.

"Times Square could never compare to you."

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Hey there, Delilah, don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely, give this song another listen, close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side

I've had a horrible week. The video I was set to put out tomorrow got corrupted, the files all got damaged somehow as well, something I can't seem to fix. The audio on my back up videos is gone. It's just not there at all and I can't exactly just do a voice-over for them. I promised I'd have something out and I know it's not a huge deal, I'm sure everyone that watches would understand, yet I can't help but feel like I'd be disappointing them.

I had a fight with my parents, they've never particularly liked how I make my living. They thought I'd grow out of it by now and gotten a 'real job' and I had thought after all this time, they'd see it's far more than just a hobby to me and at least start trying to understand. It's my passion, I couldn't imagine ever doing anything else with my life, this is where I'm meant to be.

And I can't even talk to George today to make it any better. Tommy is streaming and one of the people he originally had with him, Jack Manifold, had to drop out for some personal reasons. George being the friend he is, stepped in to fill the place. I don't blame him, obviously, it's so sweet that he'd drop all his plans to support his friends, it just sucks a bit.

That's why, instead of being productive like I should be and trying to figure out my problems, I decided to join the stream half way through. If I can't talk to him personally, at least I'll be able to hear his voice. It's always comforting. It's almost nice even to hear Tommy's obnoxiously loud voice accompanying him as well.

"So, George, I do have to thank you for coming. You weren't meant to be doing anything important, right?" He overplays it for the audience, almost like he's joking, perhaps even being condescending, like George has nothing going on for himself, but being friends with Tommy allows you to see past the ruse. He genuinely hopes he hadn't pulled George away from anything.

"It's good. I was meant to be talking to my girlfriend but she understood. She actually almost forced me to show up for you when I tried telling her if she needed me then I'm sure you'd be able to find someone else to step in."

"Ah, how's she doing? How are you guys doing? what with the distance and all?" We hadn't told anyone aside from from close friends, Tommy being one of them, that we were together. Everyone else knows that we're both in relationships, respectfully, but not a lot of information aside from that is known to the public.

"She's good, she's got some big plans coming up that she's excited about, been working on them for awhile now. I don't like to delve into anything but she's great. I really think she's the one. I haven't told her that yet, but I do think she's it for me."

And just like that, without even knowing it, he made one of the worst days I've had by far into one of the best.

Oh it's what you do to me.

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Hey there, Delilah, I know times are getting hard

But just believe me, girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar, we'll have it good

We'll have the life we knew we would

My word is good

Hey there, Delilah, I've got so much left to say

If every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away

I'd write it all

Even more in love with me, you'd fall

We'd have it all

It's been harder than ever, recently, finding time to interact with George. Our careers are blowing up more than ever, we have more of a responsibility now and we're feeling the pressure of producing content like we're robots only programmed to push out video after video, stream after stream. I love this, it's what I've always wanted, but I think a break is in order soon.

It's weighing on my relationships, my family, my friends, and even with George. We send good morning and good night texts every day, yes, but it's starting to feel disingenuous when that's all we ever say. I just wish there was time to properly interact, have genuine conversations where we talk about our aspirations and not just surface-level fixations. I'd like to not talk about the next time we're scheduled for a video just this once.

It doesn't help that I started college, just as a fail-safe. Really a compromise to get my parents off my back for the time being. The classes have been adding to my never-ending pile of stress. I love the course I'm taking and I'm actually glad that I decided to go through with it, if for nothing other than it being something I'm interested in, but that doesn't mean the long classes with hours of homework haven't been hell.

Maybe I'm happy, for once, that all this has stacked up on me, otherwise, I probably would have missed the text that only proved that maybe, just maybe, all of this wasn't for nothing and proved that my relationship wouldn't crash and burn either.

Hey Y/n, we haven't really had the time to talk, not recently at least. I just wanted to remind you that I'm still here if you need me, I'm not leaving. I'm not good with talking about how I'm feeling and that gets in the way oftentimes, but I'm happy you're in my life. I love you.

Yeah, George and I will be just fine.

Oh, it's what you do to me

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A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes, and trains, and cars

I'd walk to you if I had no other way

Our friends would all make fun of us

And we'll just laugh along because

We know that none of them have felt this way

"So, Y/n, seems like you've been spending a lot of time on the phone recently. Any particular reason?" Dream asked, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. The same type of smirk that told me he knew damn well what was going on already.

Not like he doesn't know about George and me, it's just we have been spending more time talking on call recently. I think it's just because everything's finally slowed down for the both of us a bit. I decided to take a temporary break from videos. I do the occasional stream but since I just finished my first year of college, I think I just needed time to recuperate so I didn't completely burn myself out. It was taken extremely well by the public, everyone seemed so understanding. Of course, there are a few bad apples that felt entitled but the overwhelming positivity drowned that all out.

And George, while he hasn't gone on a break, has decided the rate at which he was shoveling out content was getting unhealthy and has reigned it in a bit. He's worked his schedule around so that he's not pushing himself to stream so much and he's no longer pushing himself to record so many videos at once, whether alone or for others.

It seems like we've finally had an opportunity to reconnect properly and it's been refreshing. Like the first breath of fresh air after being cooped up inside for weeks on end. Or the first sip of a hot drink on a day so cold you feel your face going numb.

"Oh Dream, don't you worry, I'm sure you'll get your boyfriend back soon. Can't go ruining our precious DNF, now can I?" I poke fun at their fanbases' favorite pastime, shipping the two creators.

"Oh come on, as if. It's like you're obsessed." He retaliated, jokingly/

"Yes, I'm obsessed. I'm head over heels, somebody please catch me, I might faint." I say monotonously, not that my statement is far off from the truth. I really have fallen for the brunette, more than I'd like to admit. I don't exactly do a very good job keeping it hidden from him anyway.

There's a silence for a moment, one where it feels like it's just teetering between deciding if it wants to be comfortable or not, before the two of us burst into our own fits of giggles. Nothing said was all that funny, but each time we'd go to calm down, we'd fall right back into laughter given the smallest glance at the other. Using the other as support, I straighten up from my hunch position on Dream's couch. The only reason I'm here is that recently he asked George, Sapnap, and me to move in with him. Sapnap was here the very next day, I had taken a little bit more time before deciding there was no harm in joining the, though nobody would know I'd moved in with them until George also moved in at least. Unfortunately, George is still waiting on his damn visa and it seems like he'll be waiting for a while longer.

"I'm happy for you," Dream suddenly sobers up real quick, a serious expression covering his typically relaxed face, "the both of you. I've known you both a long time, I don't think I've ever seen either of you happier than when you got together."

"Thank you, Dream. That means a lot, especially coming from you." I admit. "And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone else, too. As much as I love DNF, George is mine. You'll have to find a new boyfriend." I jab at him, effectively lighting the mood again.

Delilah, I can promise you

That by the time that we get through

The world will never, ever be the same

And you're to blame

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Hey there, Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me

Two more years and you'll be done with school

And I'll be making history like I do

You'll know it's all because of you

We can do whatever we want to

Hey there, Delilah, here's to you

This one's for you

"How is college?" George and I have been on the phone for a little over an hour, having a video date night thing. We're watching the Harry Potter movies in order together like we've done a million times before, while in our pj's with some snacks. This is how a lot of our 'date nights' are and I wouldn't trade these moments together for anything other than being able to do this with him in person.

"They're good. I'm halfway done, about to start my third of four years." I reply, my attention only half on him as the other half is watching Harry as he's confronted with Sirius Black in the Shrieking Shack, probably my favorite scene from my favorite installment of the movie series, "Two more years and I'll finally be out of there. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to have had this experience. I'm really glad that I went to college even if I'm not going to be using my degree any time soon, if ever. But it'll be nice to put my YouTube career back into full swing again. And then maybe I'll be able to really play a part in the history you, Dream, and Sapnap are making for the Twitch and YouTube platforms. You guys are making serious waves right now"

"I wouldn't say we're 'making history' per se, but I do realize how big we've gotten. It's crazy how fast it all happened, we all got so lucky. I appreciate all the support we've gotten, I really wish there was a way for me to show it the way I want to but everything feels a bit forced."

"Don't worry, if anyone will be able to figure it out, it'll be you. Just give it some time and I'm sure it'll work itself out. It probably feels forced because it is forced." I reassure him, trying my best to comfort him with just my words. He seems to lighten up a bit, which means I can only hope he'll take my advice.

For a while, we both turn back to our respective TV screens, we're at the part where it's just been revealed that Scabbers, Ron's rat, had been Peter Pettigrew all along. I still remember the shock that ran through my body the first time I watched the movie. Now, I just get angry knowing one of my favorite characters won't be set free and will remain a fugitive. Some say I get too attached to fictional characters, I'd say I'm healthily sentimental and I just think Remus Lupin and Sirius Black deserved better than they received.

Third Person POV

Y/n became so focused on the movie, the anticipation still eating her alive whether or not she know the outcome, that she doesn't even notice George had turned his gaze from the screen to her face on his phone. She's unaware of his thought, all of which revolve around the h/c girl. How he wishes to be there with her, how he wants to finally hold her in his arms and kiss her head when she gets worked up over Pettigrew's escape. How he wants to hold her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles soothingly when she tightens them too hard into a fist to control her anger over something as silly as a movie.

But that won't be happening, not yet at least. She hadn't realized it then, but that was when George decided he'd do whatever it takes to be there, in America, with his lover and his best friends. That's where he belonged. As much as he loves his where he grew up, no matter how much he loves London and the UK, he knows home is wherever they are.

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Two years later:

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

Y/n finally finished college, which had become easier over the past two years, believe it or not. She was currently getting ready for her graduation ceremony. She and George hadn't talked very much the past couple of days over both being mutually busy. He did know of her ceremony taking place today, she had told him a month prior when she found out the date herself, and he took time to call her briefly to wish her congratulations, making a poor joke about not tripping up while walking across the stage.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, George had gotten his visa, just about a week or so prior. Having known of her graduation ceremony was coming up, he decided he'd surprise her instead of letting her know he was coming. Everything had been extremely rushed, booking the flight for the day before her graduation to make sure he would arrive with enough time to actually be able to show to her graduation. Sapnap had picked him up last night from the hotel room and brought him to a nearby hotel to their house, to his soon-to-be home, while Dream kept Y/n occupied.

Now, he was rushing to get to the predecided spot that Dream and Sapnap chose to lure Y/n to for the big surprise. He was running shaky hands through his hair every few moments as he tapped his foot against the pavement. He'd say, usually, he's pretty good about concealing his anxiety but something about this girl just had him constantly falling apart in the best way possible.

Focusing on his breathing, trying to steady it into even breaths, he heard the sounds of steps growing nearer. Peaking his head up, he saw his two best friends body blocking someone from his view, though more so they were trying to block him from their view.

"Okay, seriously guys, what is going on? You barely gave me time to say goodbye to my friends and thank my professors one last time before almost yanking my arm out of its socket to drag me off!" He heard the voice his only ever heard over static phone calls before and his heart almost stopped. If it wasn't for the fact he could feel his pulse in his skull, he's sure he just might have dropped dead.

"Calm down, this was important. We're gonna step away now, the floor's all your's." Sapnap retaliated before he and dream removed their forms from in front of the girl, breaking their little human shield. Finally seeing the girl face to face, cap and gown and all, had his heart-stopping. It might be crazy but he swears she looks even better in person than she did over the phone, which he swore up and down to be impossible.

It seems like he wasn't the only one in disbelief, the only difference is her's was planned on his end, as all she could do was stare. Was this real? Had she just dreamt up everything she could have hoped for just to open her eyes and be disappointed?

"Dream, pinch me." The h/c haired girl spoke up after some beats of silence.

"What?!"

"I said, 'Dream, Pinch me.' Now do it before I wake up." She demanded, only half expecting him to actually do it so it completely caught her off guard when he did. "Ouch!"

"You told me to pinch you!"

"I know, and I appreciate it, thank you." She gently thank him before swiftly turning back towards George and flinging herself onto him. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms made their home around his neck, squeezing him almost to the point of suffocation, not that he minded.

"It's really you. Five years of being with you, many more years of being your friend, all online. Through a screen. And now you're here." She sobbed out into the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath of his scent, willing it to her memory as she was sure she would for everything involving him.

"I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere not. I'm with you, I'm home." He reassures, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing begins to steady out and he can feel her wiping her face with the palms of her hands before pulling back, gently unwrapping her legs from his waist to touch the rough ground on her tiptoes, never truly leaving his hold.

"It's really you." She whispers once more, carefully cupping his face between her two hands, so soft you'd assume she was scared to break him like he was made out of porcelain.

"It's really me and it's really you. Just like it should be." He leans down himself, tilting his head a bit to the side, his lips stopping an inch or so from her own.

"Can I kiss you, love?" She swears she can feel her heart stop at his question, eyes shoot up to his excitedly before rapidly bobbing her head up and down.

"I've waited five years for this moment, if you don't kiss me now I'll go insane."

And just like that, their lips finally connected. For the first time in half a decade, they were in the arms of the person they'd loved for so long. The butterflies erupted in both their stomachs as the heat raised to both of their cheeks. George's blush is far more than noticeable to bystanders but neither has a care to give. Not when they're finally home.

Oh, it's what you do to me,

Oh, it's what you do to me.

#georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound x y/n #gnf x reader #gnf x you #georgenotfound #gnf

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Nowhere I'd Rather Be

Pairing: DreamWasTaken x GN!Reader (romantic)

Category: Fluff, a little angst maybe?

Word Count: 1,688

Warnings: Self-doubt, mentions of hate on the internet but never any specifics, a lot of dialogue; I didn't mean to make this all talking but that's kind of what happened, kisses

Summary: Dream has always been confident, not one to let internet trolls damage him too bad, or at least that's what he'd like everyone else to believe. When it all becomes too much, he turns to the one person he's sure can help him, having gone through something similar themself.

A/n: This is my very first fic, I've debated writing one for years and finally decided to just go for it, I'm not used to what I should be putting as warnings and such so if you catch anything that might have slipped my notice, please tell me! I hope you enjoy!

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"How'd you get through it?" I must've looked as confused as I felt because he was quick to add to his statement, "the hate you received online, I mean."

"You guys," I stated back like it was simply obvious, and to me it was. "If you could believe that you guys were serious, or perhaps just the right amount of unserious about the situation, to help me through it." Based on his incredulous look, however, I would assume it might not have been so cut and dry as I thought.

"I'm being serious. At first, it really did get to me, as you might have noticed." I let out a breathy laugh, humorlessly as I ran my hand through my hair. A nervous habit I picked up after I dropped the whole biting the inside of my cheek one. This one doesn't cause me any accidental pain but it does ruin any chance of a good hair day. "It was hard in the beginning when I didn't know myself enough to choose what I knew was true and what was not. I started believing things about myself that I knew deep down weren't real but then I thought, how can they be saying it and not speaking the truth? Why would they be saying it if it was fabricated with no true foundation to stand on? They must have seen something in me that I hadn't even seen before, right? Because these internet strangers had to know me better than I knew myself.

"Then I closed my phone, turned it off completely, and refused to turn it on for a while. I let myself calm down, let the emotions ride their course through me, and then came back to the situation with a clear head. I reevaluated everything through facts rather than emotions. Those people on the internet, they don't know the first goddamn thing about me. Do you know who does, though? Sapnap, my best friend since I was five. George, who I met through you but has since proved every day to me that he's there for me no matter what comes my way. My sibling that has known me and stuck by my side every day of their life. You, arguably my favorite person. Someone I didn't expect to ever have but you managed to squeeze your way into every aspect of my life, unapologetically. And I'm not sorry that I've let you.

"You guys are what matters. Why would I care about the opinions of people who see nothing but what I carefully handpick for them to see when I have you guys? People who have seen every single thing, the good, the bad, and the dirty depths of myself that disgust even me. Yet you all chose to stay. You all found something redeemable in me that I couldn't have found in myself no matter how hard I looked. And I love you all, I do the same for you all because you matter to me. If I wouldn't give the pigs hiding behind their screens the same treatment that you've given me, then they don't matter enough for me to care what they think of me. I'm dead serious when I say you guys have helped me in more ways than possibly imaginable. You guys are what got me through it. God, that was cheesy. Never let me talk this deep again." I joked to lighten the mood, hoping at least some of the tension would disperse in turn.

For a few beats, I'm met with silence. His eyebrows knit together and he purses his lips. His eyes squint as he glares over my head at the wall, an obvious sign of his deep thoughts. His face scrunched up and his fingers twiddled with the rings that adorn his hands. A couple of which I personally handpicked myself for him, each matching a different aspect of him that makes him who he is. If asked, he would tell you he isn't a jewelry person yet he wears each piece that I get him like they're invaluable.

"Yeah, I get it. Sometimes I think I just need to be reminded of what matters. It just gets in my head every now and again. I just lose myself in it sometimes, I guess that's inevitable since my job, and my life is on the internet. It's basically mandatory for me to know what's going on in the lives of everyone else as well as what people are putting out there about me. It's hard and I try my best to be okay with it, my anger hits and I reply to some comments which only adds fuel to their fire."

Looking up at him, staring directly into his eyes, I can recognize some of the same things I felt myself when in his position, the doubt, the anger, the sadness. It's raw, the only part of his face that shows just how much it gets to him when the rest of his features relax as he puts up his front once again. If I hadn't spent so much of my time getting to know all his mannerisms personally, I wouldn't be able to have noticed how bothered he truly is; what with his figure leaning into the couch, legs separated in what would be deemed the 'manspread', the epitome of confidence embodied in human form. One hand slung over the back of the couch, one resting aside his head but slowly reaching down to scratch at the stubble on his chin. His messy dirty blonde curls swept over his face, brushed slightly out of his eyes after his cat beanie flattened it down. I know it's all a rouse. He's imperfectly perfected, carefully sculpting each part of himself to seem effortless when in reality, it's anything but. I can only imagine it's a defense mechanism he built and perfected for himself after his quick rise to popularity. It's unhealthy, bottled emotions tend to lead to bigger outbursts, but maybe he never felt he truly had someone to show this to.

"I don't have all the answers and the way I deal with it might not be the best way for you to deal with it either. What I can promise you, however, is that you've got a big support system behind you. Sapnap will always be there, he will be a shoulder to cry on, a distraction, or anything in between, it doesn't matter. He's so willing to return the favor that you've done for him, no questions asked and no form of repayment expected.

"George may not be the best with emotions himself but that doesn't mean he'd be useless. He's great at listening and he'll make you some tea or something as well as some food and he'll keep you company. Acts of service might possibly be the way he expresses his love the best. He cares, he just doesn't always know the best way to show it. And you know what, while it might not have been to our extremes, they both have gone through it. You have two extra people here who understand it better than the average person and are more than happy to help in any way you need.

"And you have your mom and your sisters' support for sure. They believe in you wholeheartedly. I don't think I've ever seen so much love pour out of anyone before in the way they do for you. They might not get it, and they might not need to. Just being there might be enough. It will bring you comfort, bring you peace, and remind you that you do have a home, at the end of the day.

"And you'll have me for as long as you let me. I'm not leaving, I'm here for good. You'll have to force me out that door and tell me how you never want to see me again before I'd ever willingly leave you behind. Even then, I believe you have such a tight grip on me I'd just end up waiting around for you some more. You're it for me. I want to be there for you."

His bright green eyes, dulled slightly from his own thoughts of self-hatred that he's kept locked up in his own mind for far too long, take the time to scan my face in search of any signs I might be lying through my teeth as if I would have any possible reason to try to deceive him. They stop on my own, windows to the souls, the eyes are. I never really thought much about it before meeting Dream but ever since I've noticed his eyes have told more than his voice ever would and that's when I really started understanding the saying.

When he finds no sign of any dishonesty, his eyes begin to soften, the tenseness that's been sitting in them since the beginning of our conversation finally leaves and I notice how his shoulders unwind ever so slightly. I reach out to him, one hand grabbing the hand that was resting on his face as I run gentle circles over his knuckles and the other cups at his jaw. I can tell he's in his own head still, really registering all that's happened. I allow him this time to sort himself as I place gentle kisses along his jawline, his slight stubble brushing against my lips.

As if not being able to trust his voice, he instead brings his free hand up to cup the back of my neck, fingers twisting into my hair ever so slightly as he pulls me forward, his lips just almost brushing over mine before looking at me, asking silent permission which I grant with a gentle nod.

When our lips connect, it's like the first time all over again. It's slow but just as passionate as any other kiss we've shared. Showing me how much he loves me when his words fail him. I only hope he's able to feel the love I have for him as well.

I might not know everything, but I do know that this right here, there's nowhere I'd rather be.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dwt x reader #dwt x you #dreamwastaken #dwt

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