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dreamwasnotaken · 2 years

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stolen | dream

ghostface!dream x fem!reader

BLURB: you’re out in the woods taking a walk and gathering supplies for you and your friends sapnap, karl, and george. you all have been trying to take down dream, the faceless man who has been terrorizing you all for months. he isn’t supposed to strike for weeks... so you assume it’s safe to go out into the woods alone. that is until you run into a certain someone, and he has plans for you that no one would suspect.

tw: nsfw, smut, knife play, degradation,,, minors dni!

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the moon shone down against the tall trees, slightly illuminating the path that lead into the woods nearby your camp. karl and sapnap were creating weapons while george was mapping routes and setting up new defense mechanisms against dream.

“i’m going to go for a walk.” you blurt out, raising from the campfire you had been sat at for what felt like hours.

“don’t go too far,” karl says, not looking up from what he’s working on. “remember to stay in shouting distance. dream shouldn’t be here for a long time, but he’s so clever that you never know.”

rolling your eyes, you start on your journey. the forest is so beautiful at night, you wish that you could set up camp there and pretend dream’s daunting threats don’t exist.

you knew how dangerous dream was. he was smart and cunning, and you didn’t even know what he looked like. he wore a white circular mask with a plain smiley face stretching from right to left ear.

you felt as if you had been walking for forever, but that didn’t bother you. the boys knew you could spend the entire night out here, so they let you stay out for awhile usually. that is, until you hear a branch snap and leaves crumble underneath someone’s shoe behind you.

flinging around immediately, you stumble backwards against a tree.

“karl? sapnap?” your voice ventures as your eyes dart around frantically. “it’s not funny. if you’re out here to tell me to come back, just come out.” you plead as you can feel your heartbeat in your chest.

no response.

as minutes passed, you knew this wasn’t any of the boys. you were frozen against the tree, your hands shaking and your body going numb. the only thing you could do was scream at yourself in your head, saying, you need to run now, or you’re going to die.

your legs listened to your brain and took off in an instant. it was so dark now, you could barely see anything in front of you. you had made it only a few steps before feeling a hand latch around your wrist, pulling you backwards and shoving you up against a tree. your head hit the tree hard, but it only took seconds to realize who this was.

dream.

he towered over you at six foot three. he wore the horrifying white mask that smiled down at you as he tilted his head to the side. poking out the top was fluffy dirty blonde hair.

“aren’t you a pretty little thing?” you could hear the smirk in dream’s voice.

looking up at him with big, terrified eyes, you open your mouth to scream. he raises up a hand, and wow, was it big. he pushes one hand against your mouth tightly, and the other slithers to his waist band, pulling out a knife.

“oh come on,” dream groaned, taking the sharp knife and edging it towards your throat. you froze, knowing the slightest movement could have you killed. “you don’t want to have fun with me?”

you slowly shook your head no, feeling the tip of the knife ever so lightly jab into the skin on your neck.

“scream, and the next thing you’ll know is death,” the man hissed, removing the hand from your mouth. he slowly caressed your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. the motion made your cheeks turn red and your stomach churn. “god, no wonder the boys had been hiding you from me.” he said as he continued to admire you. his face was inches away from yours, the knife still lightly pressed against your neck.

“please don’t hurt me.” your voice comes out soft and barely above of a whimper.

dream rose his now free hand to his mask, pulling it off slowly and tossing it to the ground. underneath was a very attractive man, with a chiseled jawline and stubble dotting his face. your mouth dropped as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“look at you, you’re so weak,” he laughed, ignoring your plead. his voice made your stomach float with butterflies, but also knives. he scared the fuck out of you, but there was something inside of you telling you that he wasn’t going to seriously hurt you.

taking the knife away from your throat and sliding it back into his waistband, he moved his head towards your neck. “such a weak, pretty girl.” he mumbled into the skin on your neck. your breath hitched as you felt him start to suck lightly, gradually going harder. you knew it was wrong, and you were trying so hard not to enjoy it.

that is until something between the line of a whimper and small moan escaped from your lips as he lightly bit at the nape of your neck.

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed into your neck, your mouth wide open in pleasure as he kept going.

next thing you know, he’s sliding your shirt off your head and kissing and sucking further down your body. he moves his lips down the middle of your breasts, then taking both of his hands and wrapping them around each of them. he massages them gently, taking his sweet time.

when he’s done, his lips move down your stomach, planting kisses down the entirety of it. he stops at your waistline, and stands back up.

“you’re actually enjoying this,” dream chuckles as he pulls the knife out again. the warm feeling you had been feeling has now been replaced with terror. dream senses you tense up, and smirks down at you. he places the point of the knife in-between your breasts, pressing into your skin ever so lightly. he drags it down your body until it reaches your waistline. he then spins it around your skin, playing with you. “fuck, i could kill you so easily.” he muttered under his breath. your body tenses up once again, freezing in shock. you attempt to muster up the courage to say anything, but nothing comes out.

“i have other plans for you, though.”

in the matter of an instant, dream tosses the knife onto the ground and picks you up by your legs. your legs instantly wrapped around his body as if they had always belonged there. he presses his cold lips against yours, slowly kissing you. it felt so good, the connection between you two, but you didn’t want to admit it. you couldn’t admit it.

dream sped up the process by turning his slow, soft kiss into a rough, heavy one. his tongue slipped into your mouth, sometimes battling with your own tongue. fuck, it felt so good. you felt yourself beginning to turn wet as you were rubbing against his torso.

slowly setting your legs back down onto the ground, dream pushed you back up against the tree, a large hand wrapping around your neck. he squeezed the sides as he still had his lips connected to yours. a soft moan escaped your lips into his mouth.

“look at you,” dream cooed as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you were saddened by the action, but you could tell this wasn’t the end. “you’re a little slut, hm?”

dream’s hand found his way towards the hem of your pants. he unbuttoned them with ease, slipping one towards your clit, his other hand still wrapped around your small neck.

“fucking answer me.” he growled into your ear. he began to circle your clit with ease using only his middle finger. the action cause a string of moans to escape your lips, mouth wide open.

“mhm, just for you.” was all you managed to choke out as dream began to rub your clit much faster.

“good girl,” he groaned into your ear, as if your own pleasure was getting him off as well. “such a good little girl.”

“p-please,” you whimpered. “please finger me. i need you.” you begged, earning a grin from the man.

“someone’s needy,” without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside of you, dragging them back in and out slowly. “you are so fucking wet.” his fingers hit so many spots, much more than you could hit on your own considering how large his hands are. he pumps them in and out, picking up the pace and shoving them in harder.

“fuck, dream, I-I’m so close.” you squealed, more moans coming from your mouth. he picks up the pace for a few more seconds, and then takes his fingers out, stopping you from your release. disappointingly, you frown at the man.

“you get to come when i get to come,” dream smirks, taking his two fingers that were just inside you and inserting them into his own mouth. “you taste so fucking good, pretty girl.”

as you stand there pressed against the tree, almost in a trance-like state, dream backs away from you and tosses his shirt over his head and onto the ground. he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. pulling his underwear down, his huge dick is revealed, him then pressing against your body. your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t be so scared, love,” dream teases. “it’s only going to hurt for a second.”

dream then unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side. he rips off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare.

he wastes no time inserting his dick inside of you. he clasps his hand onto your mouth as you scream out in pain. the screams turn into muffled sounds under his hand. he was so big, and you were so wet, but the size was hurting you so good.

“fuck, you’re tight.” he groans.

and he was right, it only took a few seconds before the pain turned into pure pleasure. he started stroking into you slow, then started to speed up right away. his dick was hitting spots you thought were unimaginable, heavy moans escaping your lips and going right into his hand.

“look at you, fucking the bad guy,” he smirks as his pace picks up once more, his cock slamming into you at a fast-paced speed. “what would they think of you? all submissive and fuckable to the guy you’re supposed to be killing.”

it feels so good, and you’re so close to finishing. you’re both moaning and whimpering into each other’s ears.

“i-i’m gonna come.” you manage to squeak out.

dream locks his eyes onto yours as he continues his fast-paced fucking. his cock is going in and out at a rapid pace, and you can’t control yourself any longer.

you begin to come on his cock, only turning him on even more. he rams into you much faster, and you can tell he’s about to finish as well. your whimpering moans turn into loud, high pitched ones that only make dream more turned on.

“fuck,” he sputters as you feel his warm cum filling you up. he’s still pumping in and out of you, your body feeling completely numb with pleasure.

he releases his grip from you, and your legs are shaking and so numb that you have no other option but to slide down the tree, hugging your knees to your chest.

dream slips his underwear and pants back on, along with his socks. he loops a belt around his waist before tossing you the shirt he once was wearing.

confused, you slip it over your head so you’re not exposed. it smells of pine needles and tree bark; it smells of dream.

“come with me.” dream says softly, offering you his hand. you take it, standing up next to him. he towers over you as his beautiful blue-green eyes stare into yours. the shirt he gave you covered the entirety of your body as it was much too big on you.

“i-i don’t know.” is all you manage to spit out. the thoughts in your brain are moving a million miles an hour and your body still feels numb.

“i’m not giving you a choice after that.” dream smirks devilishly.

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plutodexay · 11 months

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Dream hugs brainrot

Dream hugs would honestly be the best. He would refuse to let go until you did, pressing small kisses into your hair every so often and squeezing you tighter for every minute you held on.

He'd also hum songs and sway the both of you to whatever rhythm was playing in his head. He'd spoil his own songs to you by doing so.

If the hug lasted longer than five minutes you'd probably end up cuddling on the couch at that point, pulling you into his test while he continues humming softly.

His hands would move against your skin softly, almost tickling you with eyes closed.

It'd not even take 10 minutes for him to lull himself to sleep making you giggle at his sudden silence, allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

You'd probably wake up to snickering from the other two and Dreams attempts to shush them failing.

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bagelrites · 6 months

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Music Box

Bad goes to visit Sam to ask if he can fix his music box. Then he starts hearing strange noises from the basement, and finds something—or someone—trapped in a another box.

(A horror story.)

BadBoyHalo, Dream, and Awesamdude - Rated M - 4k Words

Read On AO3!

Written for Dreblr Spooky Week! Chapter 1 is based on the prompt for Day 5: Men are the real monsters (Hope is trapped inside Pandora's Box). Chapter 2 is based on the prompt for day 7: Doomed from the start (There's nothing you can do any more...)

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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x and y

pairing: dreamwastaken x reader

cw: none

a/n: I love school aus bro. MASTERLIST

"and when you subtract 5 from y and add it to x, you find the answer. it's b." you explained while occasionally pointing your finger here and there to help dream follow up. to be honest, this wasn't a normal saturday evenin"and when you subtract 5 from y and add it to x, you find the answer. it's b." you explained while occasionally pointing your finger here and there to help dream follow up.

to be honest, this wasn't a normal saturday evening: sitting with the school's most popular boy in his room at 12 at night just to help him with algebra.

you never spoke to dream before until about a few weeks ago when he asked you to start tutoring him. you couldn’t turn the offer down because first of all, you had nothing better to do and second, well because it was dream.

while dream was busy digesting the information you had just told him, you looked around his spacious room. it was minimalistic, which you liked, but it was a perfect mirror of dream's character. Photos, posters, all that stuff.

"it's getting late." dream spoke up and only then did you realise that he was looking at you this whole time. you nodded, slowly rising from your seat and starting to gather your stuff but a firm, gentle hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"it's too late for you to go home right now. i would love to drop you off but my car has broken down, unfortunately." he explained.

"it's okay, i will walk." you said, although already dreading that long ass walk you'd have to take. there were no buses going to your area at this hour.

dream raised an eyebrow at you, his gaze saying you were stupid even for suggesting such a thing.

"no. you're staying over, y/n. how am i supposed to let you walk?" you felt a little small under his serious gaze and you hestitantly nodded.

"i guess that is the only option... thank you so much for having me." dream shushed you with a finger to your lips (a contact that made you just a little bit flustered).

dream was a very nice host, you'd had to admit. he gave you a spare new toothbrush, changed the sheets on his bed (he had insisted you take the bed and he slept on the couch) and every 10 minutes or so he would make sure you are all comfortable.

"dream..." you shyly asked him entering the room where he was changing the pillowcases.

"do you need an extra pillow? i can give you one." he asked thoughtfully. "no, no, one is just fine, thank you for asking. i just- i don't have anything to sleep in." you said avoiding all eye contact. he must have been so bothered because of you.

he laughed at your bashful state. "y/n, you are not a bother. you can ask for anything you need, okay?" he gave you a slight pat on the head before disappearing in his closet and reappearing with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

"thank you so much." you smiled at him and took the clothes to get changed.

to be honest. both items were a little... big on you. the hoodie was draped over you like a dress, and the sweatpants pooled over at your ankles, also not fitting at your waist. you didn't mind though, already focused on getting a good night's sleep.

"do you want a cup of tea before sleep?" dream entered your room while typing something away on his phone.

"a cup of tea?" you questioned goofily and he shrugged. "my mum always gave me a cup of tea before bed when i was youn-" he stopped talking in the middle of his sentence causing you to look at him in confusion.

his mouth was ever so slightly agape and his phone was about to fall from his hand. when he felt your gaze on him he quickly recomposed himself but still, couldn't tear his eyes away from your figure standing in the room.

"dreeeeeaaaaam." you waved a hand and he shook his head. "yeah. sorry. i was thinking about uhhh- the x and y thing you taught me. yes." he stammered, the tips of his ears slightly going red.

"oh yeah.” You retorted sarcastically. “Are you sure about that?” you had started to catch on. And dream realized that, as it seemed.

“Okay. Fine. You look, like, really nice in my um- clothes.” He choked out, now looking as if he’d gladly disappear right now. You were holding back a laugh but you managed to gulp it down, choosing to kindly thank dream instead.

He scurried out of the room, muttering something along the lines of “good night”, but if you were honest, it was as if someone had locked out all noise and made you focus on his previous sentence.

“good night to you too, dream.”

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lovetorn · 2 years

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weekend getaway [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

it's been a little bit over a year since i posted the first roommate!dream, and a few months since i posted the last one. so, in honour of the best series on my blog, i present to you, the last instalment of the roommate!dream universe.

w/c: 1.7k (i think)

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A weekend away was exactly what your friend groups were in desperate need of. It was spring break and instead of joining your peers on tropical islands and weekends down on the coast, you decided to embrace the icy chill that still lingered in the air and book an Airbnb in the forest a few hours away from campus. Some were displeased with the mention of a jacket instead of a swimsuit but agreed to go nonetheless. The car ride up went smoothly and soon, you, Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were pulling up to a two-storey cabin.

“A cabin in the woods, ooooo~,” Quackity had joked when Dream parked the van you had hired for this trip specifically. The sun above was doing nothing to warm you, and the chilly breeze caused you to pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. The group was eager to get inside and soon piled in with suitcases and shopping bags full of food.

Dream took your bag, along with his, upstairs to snag the room he thought was best. The other boys argued with Dream as he did so, but were soon rendered speechless when he mentioned something about ‘the most sturdy bed’. You weren’t listening.

After settling in, Sapnap brought up the idea of a campfire as the sun started setting. And after a long day of roadtripping, everyone agreed.

The warmth from the fire was nowhere near as hot as Dream’s hand that rested on your thigh. He was laughing along with Sapnap about some snide comment George had made with a near-empty beer bottle in his other hand. You were occupied with your second can of some alcohol that Karl had pulled from his cooler and was already feeling the buzz in your stomach. Being the first night of a college getaway, it was a piss-up, and you felt like the only one who was being responsible with your alcohol consumption.

Before you got up to go charge your phone, you felt Dream nudge your side, his eyes wide with evident intoxication and an adorable grin on his cheeks. You tilted your head and went to answer him before you felt Dream slip his beanie onto your head.

“Can’t have you getting cold,” He mumbled. Your cheeks warmed when you felt Dream’s hand on your wrist as he moved it into his wavy locks. You giggled, watching as he sunk his head into your lap, his eyes closed in contentment while holding his bottle high above his body to avoid spilling it over you. You admired how child-like he looked; so innocent and naive—a complete contrast to his everyday exterior. His eyes fluttered slightly as he sighed, snuggling his head further into your lap before your moment was rudely interrupted.

“Dream,” Sapnap called from the opposite side of the fire pit. Dream lifted his head quickly, your hand falling out of his hair in the process. “Want to play some football?” He asked and Dream’s eyes lit up, looking towards you for some unspoken approval.

Considering his drunken state, as well as yours, the idea of your boyfriend playing football was the greatest idea of the night. You nodded, a cheeky grin playing on your lips as he shot up from your lap, stumbling slightly when he was on his feet. You only laughed as you fixed the beanie on your head and followed the boys to the open area behind the fire pit. The floodlights from the roof of the cabin lit up the grassy patch and you found a spot on the ground.

Chatter suddenly filled the air as Karl, Quackity and Wilbur stepped out of the sliding door, their concoctions of what you guessed were rum and coke sloshing out of their glasses. You turned around to wave at them.

“Y/n!” Karl screamed as he and Wilbur sat themselves down next to you, Quackity jogging out onto the grass to join in on the game. You turned your attention towards your boyfriend whose laughter could be heard for miles as he stumbled around the oval, his friends following suit as they clumsily threw the football around.

Said ball came barrelling at Dream, and without a second thought, he caught it and drop-kicked it. Dream over-dramatically shielded his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see where the ball had gotten to.

“Well boys, s’gone,” He laughed, his words slurring together slightly.

The boys groaned collectively. “Dream! What the fuck,” Quackity yelled throwing his hands up. Dream only giggled and took a swig of his beer, clearly unbothered by the disappearance of the ball. The boys shook their heads, taking their beer bottles with them as they went towards the trees to find the ball.

“Baby! Come here, I wanna show you something,” Dream yelled to you, his words slightly slurred and his cheeks blushed. The use of the pet name made your stomach flip. It had only been a few months since you went from roommates to more, and the thought of having Dream as your boyfriend was otherworldly after pining for a year.

Your warm drink sloshed out of the can as you stood before you placed it in the grass carefully, making sure it didn’t tip over in the process. Dream grinned as you made your way towards him, copying your actions by placing his drink in the grass behind him.

“What’s up, gorgeous?” You asked as you stood in front of him. Dream gave you a boyish laugh and pointed at the tree behind him.

“The ball’s in there—they’re gonna be looking for a long time,” Your jaw dropped in fake shock as you grabbed his hands and swung them around. “I think I’ll leave them searching for a little longer on their own.” Dream’s eyes swam with mischief and moved his hands to your hips.

“Get a room!” George yelled from the trees when Dream leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, the two of you ignoring his comment.

“Babe,” You said, pulling away from his grip. Dream looked close to devastated as you stood in front of him and you giggled harder at his expression.

Dream slapped his hand over his mouth as he struggled to keep his laughter in. “You’re wasted.”

“No, I’m fine! Look, I can walk in a straight line,” Your clear thoughts were slightly fuzzy, but you shook your head and held your finger up. You placed your left foot in front of your right one, and so on, successfully completing your word. Even in his dazed state, your boyfriend was surprised, his eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly.

“Wow! You did so well,” He rushed towards you to throw his arms around your head. Dream was sweaty but neither of you cared, finding the moment intoxicatingly sweet instead. You both giggled together, your arms around his torso and head against his hard chest.

“I can do it too,” Dream whispered in your ear, his lips causing shivers down your spine as they brushed against you. He pulled away abruptly, moving to show you he could, in fact, also walk in a straight line. You stood laughing at him as he stumbled around failing miserably, his hair falling in his eyes.

“I’m so bad!” Dream’s chuckle turned to a wheeze as he hunched over, hands on his knees. You nodded in agreement.

Unknown to the two of you, the rest of your friend group stared at two of you in drunken disbelief, clearly entertained by the two of you.

Sapnap had turned to Quackity, “I want what they’re having,” who nodded in response. The two, along with George, stood in the middle of the oval as they observed the random interaction between their friends.

“Oi! Stop that you two,” George yelled as your mouth met Dream’s in a rushed kiss. Wilbur and Karl gagged from their spots on the grass as they finally finished off their drinks, alcohol dripping from their chins. Dream threw his middle finger up as you pulled away. Your foreheads were sticky against one another, but you wouldn't've had it any other way.

Who would’ve thought that two roommates could have turned a college apartment from something so trivial to something domestic and monumental?

“I’m so glad I picked your name off the list and not George’s,” Dream confessed, covering his mouth afterwards like a child who told you something they weren’t supposed to. “He bribed me to, but I wanted you.”

“You didn’t even know who I was when you picked my name,” You peered over his shoulder at the boys who were sprinting towards you with the ball, cheering and yelling at Dream to join them again.

“I know, but I knew there was something about you, and I had to know who you were.”

“That’s a lot of ‘know’s’.”

“I know,” He laughs.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two! Dream get back to your game and stop stealing Y/n off us!” Wilbur yelled.

Dream sighed dramatically and let your hands go. “Go! Others demand your presence, your highness.”

You rolled your eyes before you leaned up to press a smooch to his cheek. “I love you.”

Dream’s eyes widened and his face dropped. You feared you had overstepped, already conjuring up an excuse about how drunk you were when Dream rushed forwards.

He scooped you up in his arms, his lips next to your ear. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time.”

You giggle in relief and pull your head backwards so you were nose to nose with him.

“I love you, too, okay? And I will spend the rest of my life telling you,” His words strung together and you struggled to decipher them, but you caught every word and hung onto them. Your chest ached with love and devotion and Dream’s hands on your hips were firm. Your skin was on fire and your eyes welled up with tears at the sheer joy you felt when you looked at him.

Tears rolled down Dream's cheeks idly, and you wiped them away softly, lips upturned in a grin as he laughed softly in disbelief.

"You're a dream," He whispered, smirking at the use of his own name.

“You’re a dream, sweet boy,” You giggle at your own joke.

You were so wrapped up in your little world with Dream that you barely missed Quackity’s exaggerated groan. “Hurry the fuck up, man!”

You giggled and kissed him on the mouth, drunk on something much stronger than alcohol. Something that you wished to be drunk on for the rest of your life, especially with the man in front of you.

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as i close this chapter of my blog, i want to say thank you for all the love and every reblog, like, comment, and ask about roommate!dream. it has been a journey, but it's been my favourite one. feedback on this one-shot is appreciated, but don't feel obligated to do so.

i love you guys so so much, and i'm going to miss r!dream and his stupid face as much as you (maybe even a little more). he has a special place in my heart and who knows, maybe i will pick this universe up again, but until then, goodbye my sweet boy <3

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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Do You Ever Shut Up?

Dream x reader

Main Masterlist

A/N I've had this story in the drafts for over a month. it didn't turn out how i wanted it to but i've been so busy and unmotivated to write. I don't know how sapnap feels about his real name being used so he's just referred to as sapnap.

(2.4k words)

“God Sapnap, you’re such an idiot,” you spoke with fond annoyance. You were best friends with Sapnap since you guys were kids, until he moved to Florida with a friend of his. He’s been begging you for months to move to Florida so you can be closer to him.

Little did he know that you have already packed your place up and have a one-way plane ticket with tomorrow’s date on it. You even found a cheap apartment really close to where he was. You were planning to surprise him.

“But, it would be so much fun here. I know you hate working at that bar downtown so your job isn’t holding you back,” he rationalized. “Plus I think you and Dream would get along perfectly.”

“I don’t know about that Sapnap. He’s too cocky and you know I like to put cocky people down a peg,” you told him. You’ve only spoken to him maybe once or twice and only in groups. You weren’t a streamer by any means but every once in a blue moon you were in Sapnap’s stream. You’re kind of friends with his friends. You don’t really privately talk to any of them, maybe Karl and Quackity, but not always.

“I do hate that bar job, which is why I quit a few days ago,” you explained. You felt like giving him something whether or not he picked up on it or not. Lately when he asks you to come to Florida, you don’t outright say no. You just change the subject or something to divert his attention.

“You quit and you didn’t tell me right away? I thought we were closer than that. How could you break my heart like this? Don’t make me call your mom, I do have her number,” he winked at you. You simply rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

“Whatever, I need to get to bed Sapnap so goodnight,” you had to get up early for your flight tomorrow.

“Fine, sweet dreams bitch,” he replied with a dashing smile. What are you going to do with this idiot?

Next day at the airport

The flight wasn’t too bad. No crying babies and the seat next to you was empty. When you finally pulled your suitcase off the luggage rack you made your way outside the airport. You realized that you would need an Uber to get to Sapnap’s place so you quickly called one.

You gave your driver Sapnap’s address and you were on your way to his place. You were very anxious but you couldn’t decipher if it was good or bad nerves. On one hand you were very excited to see Sapnap and to meet his roommate. On the other hand, what if Sapnap was only joking? Or his roommate ended up not liking you. That would make hanging out a little awkward.

When you made it to Sapnap’s house, you quickly shook out any bad thoughts. You thought this would be a fun surprise for him, there was no way it could go bad. You knocked on the door and heard some shuffling inside. When a tall blond guy opened the door, your heart stopped. Not only were you hoping that Sapnap was going to be the one to open the door, but this guy (who you presumed to be Dream/Clay himself) was a very attractive counterpart to the male species.

After a long pause, Clay smiled at you and spoke, “Can I help you?”

“Oh. Um. . . Is Sapnap here?” you asked him. You hoped that he would recognise you and didn’t think you were some weird fan that found out where they lived.

“He’s here. What’s your name?”

“I’m y/n. I’m Sapnap’s friend from Texas. I wanted to surprise him,” you smiled at him. When he finally recognized you, you saw him let out a soft sigh of relief.

“Oh, I thought we got doxxed for a second there,” he chuckled out. “I’m Clay by the way, I think we’ve only talked a few times. Come on in.”

“Yeah I’m not a content creator so I’m not very involved with any of the stuff that you guys do. I will watch videos or catch a stream occasionally though,” you replied. As he brought you into his house, you couldn’t help but stare at him. You also figured out that he seemed a lot more chill than his online persona, not as cocky.

“Are you staying here? You’re welcome to a guest bedroom,” he asked kind of hopefully.

“Actually I live here now. I found an apartment close to here and moved so I could be closer to him. He’s been begging me for ages to move, so I finally did,” you explained. It felt like you had all of his attention but that’s not likely, he just met you and he was just being kind to his roommate’s best friend.

“Well then, I can’t wait to see more of a pretty girl like you,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ll go get Sapnap for you.”

Before you could reply, he was gone. It seems the cockiness isn’t all for show. You pulled yourself together when you heard loud footsteps running your way.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he rushed out as he gave you a big hug.

“I came to surprise you. Do you wanna see the apartment I got? I haven’t gone there yet,” You asked. This was going to be so much fun.

It’s been a few months since you came here. Since then, the moving company had brought all your stuff and Sapnap and Clay graciously helped you move in and get settled. You hung out with Sapnap almost everyday, most of the time at his place. This meant you saw Clay all the time which could be good or bad depending on the day.

You found out that Clay was sweet and very funny. He was also annoyingly charming, but we won’t discuss that. He took whatever chance he could to flirt with you or to make you all embarrassed.

You also found out that Sapnap not only would approve of this relationship, that will never actually happen, but he actually encourages it. He never shuts up about how he thinks you guys are perfect for each other. He likes the fact that you always have a comeback for Dream and apparently Dream likes that too because teasing and such only got worse.

Today you were in Clay's room while both him and Sapnap streamed. You didn’t mind being in their streams but you didn’t want your face to be out there so you mostly hung out with Dream during these streams. Their fans seem to like the banter that you brought to the group.

“Obviously, chat likes me better. Look at all those hearts they are spamming just for me,” you sassily exclaimed at Dream.

“Oh, come on now. We are literally on my twitch. They are here for me,” he pointed at himself with a wink at you.

“I’m on y/n’s side. They are definitely here for her. Our viewers spike when she’s here,” Sapnap laughed out.

You smiled triumphantly at Dream, he simply rolled his eyes and went back to playing with Sapnap, “Whatever, at least I actually know how to play minecraft unlike yourself.”

“Oh, is that the best insult you got? That’s kinda sad Dreamy-poo,” you quickly replied. While it is true that you’ve never played minecraft before, you didn’t really care since video games aren’t your thing.

“OOH, that would be a fun stream. We get y/n to beat the game or something. What do you think chat?” Sapnap asked. You thought it could be fun. You looked over at Dream and he seemed excited about that idea.

“That could be fun, wanna try that right now?” Dream excitedly looked over at you. Well when he looks at you like that, how could you say no?

“Sure, why not?” you replied. You and Dream switched chairs and he started a new world for you. He named it “y/n first time” and giggled at the double meaning of that. Sapnap also joined the world in Creative mode so he could help if you needed.

‘“Okay, put your hands here on the keyboard. W to move forward, A and D to move left or right, and S to move backwards,” he grabbed your hands and explained to you. The contact was very unexpected and had you blushing at Dream. When he turned to you, he didn’t mention your flustered state but he did smile and wink at you. He kept explaining to you the controls, “The space is to jump and use shift to crouch, which means you won’t fall off the edge of blocks.”

The rest of the stream was spent with you trying to beat the game with Sapnap and Dream helping you out. Dream was very flirty and today happened to be one of the days where you didn’t find it annoying. You just hoped chat wouldn’t notice or get weird with it. Last thing you needed was fanfiction. -_-

“Woo-hooo! That’s how it’s done guys,” you screamed, as the achievement came on the screen. Without thinking, you turned and gave Dream a hug. While you were hugging, you realized that you didn’t want him to let go of you. It also seemed he felt the same because he wouldn’t let go either.

The moment was ruined when you heard Sapnap complimenting you, “Good job, y/n! You finished the game pretty quickly. What did you think?”

You quickly let go of Dream and pretended as if nothing happened, “That was really fun, but I couldn’t have done it without you guys helping me out.”

Dream seemed lost in thought when you looked at him. When he finally snapped out of it, he and Sapnap did their outro and ended the stream. Sapnap came into the room to give you a high five, “That was a lot of fun. Our fans really seem to like you.”

“Thank you. It was fun, but I definitely couldn’t do this as often as you guys do,” you replied.

“You could always do it like Dream. He rarely ever streams,” Sapnap said sassily. This seemed to bring Clay back to reality because he gave a soft, but not too soft, punch to Sapnap’s arm making Sapnap rub it and you to softly laugh.

As Sapnap was leaving Clay’s room, he asked, “Are you guys hungry? I was thinking of picking up some food.”

“That sounds great Sapnap. I’m good with anything,” you replied. Clay hummed in agreement. Once Sapnap had left to get the food, you were left alone with Clay.

“Wanna watch youtube or something while we wait for Sapnap?” you asked him. After thinking about it, you decided that you wanted to make some kind of move today. You hoped that he wasn’t flirting with you just for the fun of it and actually reciprocate your feelings.

“Sounds good,” he said. He went to sit on the living room couch and pick something to watch while you went to get a snack.

“I didn’t want to eat too much before Sapnap comes back with food so I just grabbed a small pringles can,” you told him. You went to sit on the couch and sat just a little bit too close to him.

You could see Clay staring at you from the corner of your eye but you made no response. He put his arm on the back of the couch behind you. He had on some show he had been watching all week. You didn’t really care though because your focus was all on him.

Once Clay had all of his focus on what you guys were watching, you started to inch closer to him, basically cuddling into his shoulder. He looked at you questioningly but allowed you to snuggle closer to him causing you to blush.

Eventually Clay’s arm made its way around your shoulders. You mindlessly played with the hand that was on your shoulder and you felt it twitch.

Finally you just bit the bullet and asked Clay straightforwardly, “Why do you tease me all the time?”

He took a second to think of his answer, seemingly deciding to go the joking or the serious route.

“You just look so pretty when you're flustered,” he answered, honestly. This made you heat up all over.

“I’m . . .pretty?” you asked, unsure where you want this conversation to go. Clay seemed to make this decision for you.

He fully turned towards you before replying, “The prettiest. I knew it as soon as I answered the door for you.”

“So you annoy me because you like me?” you shyly asked.

“Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a middle schooler. But to answer your question, yeah. I enjoy making you flustered and I especially love it when you snap back at me. I can be a little shit sometimes but you take it in stride,” he smiled at you.

You felt elated by this confession and got as close to him as you could, your face inches from his.

“So would it be okay if I steal a kiss from you?” you whispered.

“You could steal a million of them if you wanted to,” he replied. With that, you leaned forward and kissed him.

This kiss wasn’t very heated. It was a slow but loving kiss, like all the tension was leaving both of your bodies. You didn’t feel fireworks, you felt the butterflies in your stomach settle.

Once the kiss was over, you both simply stared at each other. Both of you happy over this new calmness of your relationship.

The moment was ruined by a flash of a camera shutter. Both you and Clay turned around to see Sapnap in the doorway, phone in one hand and food in the other.

“I can’t wait to tell George about this. He owes me 50 bucks,” he excitedly informed you guys.

“Did you guys bet on us?” you asked Sapnap, embarrassingly.

“Of course! I bet you guys were head of heels for each other but George bet that you guys hated each other's guts. I turned out right,” he mentioned proudly.

Clay thought it was funny while you just glared at Sapnap. Sapnap simply walked towards the kitchen before saying, “Just make sure to keep the noise down, lovebirds.”

Clay wheezed even harder as you just blushed and hid your face in embarrassment.

“What do you say we go do what he says?” Clay seductively asked you. You simply blushed harder and cuddled closer to him, not able to form a proper response.

#dream smp #female reader #fluff #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dwt x reader #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #fanfiction

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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hearts4dwt · 2 years

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𝐓𝐖𝐎 | 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑

SUMMARY: you've been captured by the nightmare's crew and try to get off your time in your little cell by annoying a few of the pirates. little did you know, there was a storm brewing right above you — quite literally.

WARNINGS: mentions of death

PAIRING: dream x fem! reader (enemies to lovers)

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

The ache in your feet and hands was nothing compared to the one in your head, as you slowly managed to open your eyes, lifting your chin off your chest. Trying to bring up your hand to rub the sleep off that had collected at the brink of your eyes over the hours, you realized chains had been tied around your wrists. Furrowing your eyebrows, you snapped your head up, gazing to your left and right, though the only thing you could spot through the darkness were two other cells, a few buckets of water that seemed to be older than this ship and a few little holes in between the wooden planks, brining light into the darkness of this hall.

"See who's awoken from her beauty-sleep," a voice in the darkness calls out and you shoot your head forward. It is only now that you take notice of the horrendous smell down here, scrunching your nose up in disgust.

A blonde man emerges from the shadows, arms crossed as he grins down at you. It is the same one that had battled the captain of the Wallflower. You assumed your ship was beyond lost now, though, as well as it's crew. He let his blue, piercing eyes fly over your body, taking in your disheveled state — your hair was fizzy and wild, nothing compared to the way it had elegantly laid on top of your shoulders hours ago, half of your face was smeared with dirt and the nasty water of the ground of the cells the boys had been too lazy to clean off. The jewellery that used to lay on the smooth skin of your throat a few hours ago had been ripped off roughly, though you had taken no notice of it. Actually, you were kind of lost — somehow, the last few hours were but a blur to you, only some flashes of how you got onto The Nightmare and into this cell running through your mind. The pirate that had threatened you must have done something, though you weren’t quite sure.

"Where… am I?" You let out, surprised at your own voice, which sounded foreign to you. Coarse and uneven, not like usually steady and smooth.

"Wow," the blonde nodded, chuckling. You narrowed your eyes at him. "She talks."

"Where am I?" You said, sitting up straight, at least as much as the chains wrapped around your ankles let you. "Do not make me repeat myself again."

"Wow, hey!" He yelled, furrowing his eyebrows, though the grin on his lips remained, telling you this was nothing but a joke to him. "Is that a threat, your majesty?"

His voice had gone low, sending shivers down your spine, almost making you retract from your position. Though, you kept your head high, blinking at him as you remained as collected as possible. You knew those pirates craved nothing more than wealth — they would demand money and gold of your family and then discard you like garbage. If they were merciful enough, you'd even be allowed to get something appropriate to eat.

"I would take it as that, if I were you." You bit back and watched as his grin fades from his lips, followed by chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Be quiet now." He hissed and turned around, leaving you behind in your cell, disgusted by the mushy water beneath your feet and the irony scent of the chains in the air. Or maybe it was your blood beneath them? You couldn’t quite tell, but you knew your ankles had been painfully wrapped for hours now, twisting and turning as your slept peacefully, thinking you'd wake in your queen-sized bed at your cousin's palace.

Hours and more hours went by as you waited impatiently for something to happen, being close to turning insane at some point from the way time passed so torturously slow. The blonde pirate with the blue eyes had never returned, and you felt slight regret — it had been fun watching his face fall as soon as you talked back at him. You had come to realize this would probably be your doom if your family wouldn’t do anything any time soon, and even come to accept your fate.

All of a sudden, in the middle of you dozing off to sleep, you heard quiet whistles chime through the chamber. Soon enough, it mixed with the sound of a broom swooshing through the soaked, nasty ground outside of your cell.

"Hey, Tommy, did the captain say anything about cleaning the cells?" A voice called out and you recognized a british accent. At least you knew one of the names of the crew members now — and that there were not one, but two people in here right now.

"I don’t think so." Another voice called out, though he sounded far more exhausted than the other boy.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Toby, I am." You heard the other voice bring out annoyedly, and found yourself wondering if those two were friends. At least you knew both of their names now.

"Uh, Tommy?" The voice grew closer and you felt your eyes widen as you managed to make out a pair of green eyes in between the darkness — and the outlines of a body, a teenage boy's body, you assumed. The broom was set down onto the ground as an exasperated sigh rang through the chamber, signaling Tommy wasn't as enthusiastic to be being down here as his friend.

"Crap, what is it?" He hissed and you heard him turn around swiftly, before a soft inhale sounded through the basement.

"Did the captain say anything about captives?" The Toby-voice said.

"You mean prisoners?"

"Is that important right now!?" The Toby-voice retorted in a whisper-yell. You nearly chuckled at their bickering, it was quite amusing to listen to, to be honest.

"You know, I can hear you." You interfered as they went on to argue, the voice belonging to the Tommy-guy stopping mid-sentence. Both their heads turned towards your cell and in the darkness, you could only make out one pair of green eyes, a head of golden locks and a pair of blue eyes that shined almost as piercing as the ones belonging to the pirate that had been at your cell earlier.

"Would you excuse us for a moment?" You heard the Toby-guy say and nodded, only seconds later realizing they weren’t able to see you due to the darkness. Letting out a hum, you heard a few whispers followed by footsteps and the crack of a door, letting a few rays of light into the gloomy chamber.

You could easily tell those two were probably new additions to this crew, they weren’t exactly good at their jobs, you assumed. Though, you didn’t doubt they didn’t try their hardest — it simply wasn’t in their nature, being a pirate. They appeared almost friendly, in a way. Although, you couldn’t quite believe your own thoughts at that moment — The Nightmare's crew? Friendly?

Safe to say, a moment turned out to be longer than you thought. Actually, Tommy and Toby had been away for more than an hour, yes, you did count. It eventually got boring to just wait for them to arrive back, what else were you supposed to do with your gifted time?

You even managed to nearly drift into sleep a second time as you tried to think of ways to escape this misery — this nasty thing they dared to call a ship. It was shame to your ancestors, really.

It was only when you heard low rumble coming from above you that you woke from your slumber, and a slight bounce that made you sat up as straight as the restrains on your ankles let you, startled. An ache similar to the one in your limbs had started to grow in your stomach, and soon the grumbling outside wasn’t the only loud grumbling you were able to hear.

Though, you didn’t really get much time to think about it — with fear striking down upon you and rushing through your veins like a virus, spreading to the pit in your stomach, as you heard yells similar to the ones you'd heard when your ship had been taken over. This time, it was less, though and it was up to you to assume what was happening outside of this chamber, trying to make out in your mind as to why they sounded so panicked. The dips the ship was taking were no help to all your nervousness. Sooner or later, realization hit you — The Nightmare had encountered a storm.

This left you to wonder. More than you'd like to admit, actually.

He had started to create his reputation across land and ocean, among mankind and womankind. You've heard rumours, stories, myths, almost every kind of retelling of the famous adventures of The Nightmare's famous captain and his right-hand-man, the helmsman, Dream. Although, you were beyond sure a bunch of them were lies — no way two men could easily singly conquer a crocodile with nothing but their bare hands.

However, you did believe in the potential this helmsman had. They didn’t give him the nickname, the man who conquered thunder, for nothing, you assumed. He would easily manage to ignore the grey clouds that signaled an upcoming storm raging from the horizon and sail around it somehow, right?

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dreamwasnotaken · 1 year

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oh my god-

if dream smirked at me like that the things i would do…

#dream smp #dream #dream smut #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken smut #i need him #on my knees

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shoelady · 2 years

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boomer sooner! | dreamwastaken

chapter three - full disclosure

pairing: clay (dream) x f!reader (note! i give dream a fake last name for this fic. IT IS NOT REAL. simply for the sake of the fic!)

summary: as an incoming freshman at your dad’s alma mater, oklahoma university, you find yourself amidst kahoots with the star quarterback.

warnings: cursing, underage consumption of alcohol, mention of explicit images, mention of cyberbullying

word count: 4.3k

masterlist / previous chapter / next chapter

full disclosure

This riveting match of pong is already set in motion, but I am way too shocked to know if Nat just sank or not. After almost two decades of being a Sooners fan, I don’t recognize their best quarterback in years because of a cute smile and some cologne? It wouldn’t have made much of a difference, considering I wouldn’t have wanted to fangirl, but damn. Now what? Do I just pretend I still have no idea who he is? I probably shouldn’t say anything. But if I tell them I love college football, isn’t it weird that I didn’t recognize him? This is too much. I’m ignoring this for now.

Nat must’ve missed and T must’ve sank, because Clay takes a swig of his Smirnoff. As I’m looking back at him, everything makes a little more sense. His height helps him see over the defensive line, his big and calloused hands aid in gripping the ball, and he’s clearly strong, but lean enough to be agile.

Dip. Flick. Listen. Release. A nice quick shot into one of the outer cups.

He’s clearly got the aim down too.

He hands me the other ball he hasn’t thrown, and I dip it into one of our cups. I don’t fully understand how it’s supposed to help, but I saw other people do it in high school and my teammate does it, so why not. I take it between my thumb and middle finger, making sure my elbow is behind the table before carelessly throwing the ball in the direction of the pyramid. It bounces off the rim of one of the cups before trickling onto the floor. Hey, at least I hit the rim.

“Hey, that wasn’t too bad!” Clay looks at me smiling, motioning to the pyramid. “I’ll have you pro in no time.”

I think you’re supposed to be going pro in no time. “Yeah, yeah, watch your back I’ll be the best in this house soon enough,” I laugh as Nat shoves T out of the way to get her body perfectly aligned to the middle of the table. She focuses on this one, and the ball falls into a cup.

“First blood has been drawn!” She announces in a British medieval accent with both hands thrown into the air. I sigh and gulp my Four Loko, not wanting to be called out for a pussy swig. T shoves Nat back in order to set himself up, almost causing her to fall over. He gives her a pointed look before missing, thankfully.

The game continues on and I slowly find my bearings, managing to make three of the nine cups, including the winning shot. My Four Loko is halfway gone, making my head feel airy and my cheeks warm up but at least I’m a little more talkative. T, Nat and Clay make getting to know them easy, and any worries I had coming into college dwindle because of them and the alcohol.

“Easy dubs always!” Clay announces in a higher pitched voice as I sink the last cup, beaming at me with dimples and all. He looks so god damn adorable I could choke. I almost miss our double high five, and after his throwing arm is slung around my shoulders as he pulls me into him into a half hug. Everywhere he touches me my skin fizzles, the feeling shooting straight to my heart. I’m reminded of his height when my head reaches his chest, which doesn’t help. He smells too good, and it makes my head spin just a little more than it already is.

A giggly Nat staunters over to me, swiping her hand at my upper arm. Clay’s arm leaves me. Aw. “Good game you losers,” She complains loudly, still laughing in the process. I notice the thin but sticky layer of sweat on my skin from the increasing temperature in the room, even though it’s gotten colder outside due to the lack of sunlight. I feel like they turned more colorful LED’s on, but maybe I’m just getting tipsy. Whichever it is, I’m fine with it.

“Weak game T. We’ll take on the winners,” I suddenly hear from across the room. All eyes shift to Moose and the girl I somehow still have yet to know the name of. My heart skips a beat as the tension hangs in the air. None of us know what to say. I look at Clay still by my side and watch as a flash of annoyance graces his features, tainting his eyebrows and darkening his otherwise bright eyes. His jaw barely clenches, and no one should have much reason to believe he’s agitated, but he dusts his fingers together by his side. Dead giveaway.

“Finish your drinks then,” Clay responds, beginning to slowly and almost boredly place the red solo cups back into their triangle position.

Moose locks eyes with me for the first time that night. While I’ve always been able to see right through people’s intentions, his dark eyes are swimming in nothing but vacancy. Nothing. I see absolutely nothing. The only readable expression on his face is his tilted lip, perched in a smirk, which could have any meaning. He thinks we’ve made a mistake. He thinks he’ll win. He thinks he’s already won…It’s not until he takes a sharp glance at my drink on the pong table that I realize my demise.

“You too.” He looks straight at me as he announces my funeral.

I stare back, unwilling to back down. I’m competitive, it’s why I love college football. And while there’s a slight uneasiness in my stomach telling me this guy is bad news, some bitch named after an animal from Canada isn’t going to be the reason I hesitate.

Clay notices my situation a second too late.

“Hold on I can-”

Clay is cut off from my mind the minute my eyes are closed and my head is tipped toward the ceiling, and all I hear is a faint whistle from who I’m guessing is T. The battery acid of a drink doesn’t go down easily, but quickly enough that I don’t cough or react after the deed is done. I already start cherishing the 15 minutes of normalcy I have before my body is pushed beyond tipsy. My eyes are back on Moose’s, and while they remain as vacant as I’d last seen them, his smirk is wider. Fuck.

“Let’s go people,” I beckon them to the kitchen, only catching a glimpse of Clay dusting his fingers together again before I turn. No one is in the kitchen yet but I snatch the sombrero, ready to get this shit started as quickly as possible. Frustration courses through me, adding to my layer of sweat and prompting my toes to tap on the ground. I slap my hand on my hip, growing impatient even though it’s been approximately five seconds since I got in here. The other players slip in, gathering around the sacred sombrero.

I sharply introduce myself to the girl, finding that now is a good time. She just nods, rolling her eyes. “Uh huh. I’m Mikayla.”

Bitch.

Clay grabs a slip for both him and I first, handing one to me. He then surprisingly grabs slips for Mikayla and Moose, only to drop them while trying to deliver them. “Oh shit, my bad,” He apologizes while reaching into my hand by my side, swiping my slip with his thumb and index finger, and dropping his own into my palm. I barely grab the paper, but the sudden transfer goes as successfully as it can.

After Mikayla reads out her pick with a grimace (a Yuengling), I read mine. A twisted tea, thank god. Moose pulled a Beatbox of course, because payback’s a bitch. Clay is the last one to read his.

“Damn, a Four Loko,” He says lamely, simply throwing the slip back into the hat and grabbing another peach flavor from the depths of the fridge wordlessly.

That motherfucker was looking out for my life.

A heat rushes through me as I realize he’s cheating for me, because he cares. Whether he cares about me or about vomit on his carpet is none of my business, but the secretive, mischievous look that flashes in his eyes when he glances back at me causes my smile to bubble up without warning. While Moose and Mikayla grab their drinks, he throws his forearm above his head on the side of the fridge, smiling and winking at me before easily tossing a twisted tea right into my palms. I read the label. Peach.

The two teams gather back at the game table, opening each of our drinks. I feel the first wave of dizziness hit me as my grace period ends, and I remind myself that it’s only downhill from here. Just gotta get through this game, then I can chug some water. Moose and Mikayla are already turned away from us, discussing their game plan as T and Nat did the first game. Clay places his hand softly on the small of my back to turn me closely towards him and the fizzles I felt earlier increase ten fold into blazing fireworks. That feels nice. Very nice. I chase the feeling and lean into the side he’s touching, and I don’t realize I’m falling off balance until he places his other hand on the other side of my waist, causing another set of fireworks to set off.

“Woah, you okay?” He chuckles as he leans down a little bit to look at me closer, and makes his grip on me just a little bit firmer.

Oh yes, this is perfect.

I nod and glance up hazily, noticing that he’s a lot closer than I thought he was. Like, close enough to kiss. Holy shit, he is just glowing. But I just shouldn’t do that right now, we have a serious game to be focusing on. Troy Bolton would be so disappointed.

“Okay, you just breathe and don’t worry about making anything. I have better aim when I’m a couple drinks in anyway,” He looks at me pointedly, almost like he’s explaining directions to a five year old.

“Hope you aren’t a couple drinks in when you’re playing on the field mister. That’s illegal,” I scold him back, pushing my index finger into his chest. Ah shit, now he knows I know. Oops. Whatever.

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “So you did know?” He asks.

“Yeah yeah, only during the pong game. Don’t go getting a big head now,” I playfully roll my eyes in response, stabbing my hands on my hips for extra flare. Oh, I forgot his hands are there too. His warmth invades my hands for only a second before I quickly put them back at my sides.

He squeaks out a laugh in response, and an unexpected giggle comes out of me too. He moves his hands to my shoulders, dizzying me again, before asking, “How are you feeling? We’ll make sure to get you some water after this if you want.” He dips his head again so his eyes peer at me, and I see sincerity in them. He feels bad.

“I’m honestly pretty okay, but I’ll definitely take your offer for water,” I say softly, not meaning to sound so damn fragile. I’m fine. He gives me a once over as if he’s surveying for damages, then moves his hands back to my waist.

“Alright. Just sit tight and do your best, I got you,” He responds before removing his hands from me and turning back toward the game. Ugh now I gotta play. I love a game of pong as much as the next college student, but something about Moose and his game I can’t seem to keep up with makes me want to sit this one out. At least I have my tea?

As we progress through the game, it becomes clear that the entire thing is a one sided dick size competition. Mikayla doesn’t even look interested in throwing the ball, nevermind winning. In addition, Moose keeps playing defense like a pussy, saying dumb shit to throw us off. Even so Clay manages to carry, and I only make one cup throughout. Kind of embarrassing for Moose who’s even with his partner–who’s on her phone.

“Boom!” Moose aggressively yells, somehow getting the ball in our second to last cup. Clay and I have been playing catch-up all game, and we finally just got them down to one cup too. I sigh, dipping my ball into a cup off to the side and trying my fucking best to focus on this damn cup. I train my eyes on my target, trying to center my body, but I end up focusing too hard and feel myself swaying side to side.

Oh god, no more focusing, just go.

I toss the ball for the fuck of it, and in result it barley goes in the general direction of the cup. This is how most of my rounds have been looking unfortunately. My hand comes up to facepalm my forehead before I can tell myself that definitely looks stupid. Clay lets out a little laugh, placing his hand on my back to move me off to the side. “Why the fuck are you making fun of me,” I murmur, eyes staring straight at him in a dead pan.

“I’m sorry, you’re doing great,” He smiles and rubs my back as a comfort. Yeah alright bitch, I’m not falling for it. I do feel fuzzier afterwards though.

Just as Clay lines up for his routine, Moose has to open his damn mouth. “Don’t feel bad about your L, Waters,” He starts. “All I know is I’m gonna have to have a great time celebrating.” Clay just rolls his eyes, not letting himself tense. I’m sure he’s been under much more pressure than this on the field.

Suddenly Moose’s slimy face turns into a sickening smirk and I watch as his vacant eyes sharpen towards Clay. His voice drops an octave, and my stomach coils with each word he speaks. “In fact I’m thinking about it right now. A good five minutes alone in a room with nothing but your sister's big tits staring back at me,” He slowly spits out with a drawl, finishing just before Clay throws. My lungs constrict, the breath being knocked out of my body, and I have to gasp not only in shock but also for air after that nasty ass blow. I watch as a fire flares across Clay’s eyes and his whole body stiffens, the wildfire spreading throughout his whole being. His muscles bulge, a thunderous expression crossing his face right as he releases the ball.

Far miss…

“You’re a sick ass motherfucker,” Clay growls out as he starts stalking towards Moose, completely uncaring about this shit game. I can’t say I give a fuck either. Clay immediately shoves Moose against the nearest wall, but I doubt he was using his full force. Moose scrambles to raise his arms above his head in defense, jutting his chin up trying to meet Clay’s eyes. He looks like he’s about to beat a bitch up and I’d gladly watch.

“Hey, all jokes man, I’m just tryna play the game,” Moose tries to laugh it off.

“Do you think I’m dumb as a fucking rock? Are you that egotistical?” Clay starts off, harshly poking his finger on Mooses temple multiple times, taking another step closer. “I don’t give a fuck what kind of excuse you come up with, the next time you mention Isa your shit is going to be on our front porch covered in sewage, and your dick will be detatched from your fucking body. Understand?”

Moose just keeps his smirk on his face, unwavering. “Yeah, got it boss. Although I have a feeling that last part is for your own enjoyment. Gay ass fag,” He mutters back, shoulder shoving past Clay right after.

I don’t want to play anymore.

Luckily, oblivious Mikayla seems like she hasn’t even witnessed the previous events, randomly tossing her ball into our last cup and immediately going back to her phone. Moose stares in shock as if she hasn’t carried her, mouth dropping open and eyes glinting as he runs over to her and cheers. “Good job babe! Look at you!” He booms, picking her up by the waist for two seconds until she swats him away, heading back to her comfy couch and her device.

I wonder if she’s a Candy Crush addict.

“Oh goodie, you all can play the other idiots,” Clay turns and murmurs, grabbing his drink on the table and finishing it with a sigh. “I’m getting some air.” He turns towards the kitchen, dragging himself to the front door. A soft thud rumbles through the apartment as he exits.

My heart pulls a little. That was a little fucked up what Moose said about his sister, but what the fuck is the point of that last bit? Whether Clay is gay or not you shouldn’t consider calling someone gay an insult. Never mind using a slur. What a piece of trash. I wish I could squish him with my foot.

Vinnie and Andrea suddenly come bounding into the room, giggling and playfully shushing each other. “We’re playing whoever won, aka the new losers, because we’re going to win,” Vinnie slurs out, pointing in the general direction of the point table, eyes widened along with his grin.

“That would be us,” Moose calls. “Finish your drinks.”

“Well we just took shots so we’re all ready,” Andrea giggles out in a guilty tone, going behind Vinnie to lightly shove him towards the table. He stumbles, having to grab onto the edge of the table before both of them launch into another round of hysterics. I can’t stand to watch Moose’s ego grow any larger, and I don’t feel like searching around this apartment for Nat just yet, so I walk towards where Clay stepped out. I think I need some air too.

I crack open the front door, looking down to see Clay’s long body lounging on the first step of their mini porch. “Hey,” I chirp out.

His head turns, and his eyes soften a little when they see me. “Hey,” He sighs back.

“Do you care if I join you? I can go back in,” I suddenly get shy. Aw fuck, maybe he wanted to be alone out here. I’m the annoying drunk girl interrupting him.

His lips lift up in a soft smile. “Come sit. I was just going to lose my shit if it was Moose,” He faces forwards again. I hesitate as I step out and close the front door, gingerly sitting to his right with my knees towards my chest and my arms around my shins. I glance over, my eyes fixating on the orange puff plus bar in his left hand. He brings it to his lips, taking a hit. He lifts his chin, his sharp jaw becoming more prominent as he lets the smoke out of his mouth.

Ugh, god. As much as I don’t want it to be, that was hot.

“You smoke?” I bluntly ask. Maybe not how I should’ve approached it.

He flicks his eyes to me then fixes them back front. “Nah. This is Vinnie’s, I really just hit it once or twice when I’m drinking. I refuse to get addicted to this shit,” He speaks lowly, twirling the bar around before tossing it to the side and facing me fully. “I needed to chill after that shit with Moose. My couple hits have been redeemed and now the addict can have it back.” He smiles at the end, seemingly amused by Vinnie’s little nickname.

I smile back, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I get that. I’ve had my fair share of drunk cigs unfortunately,” I mutter as I scrunch up my nose. I guess I’d rather make the mistake of a cigarette when I’m drunk rather than the mistake of sex or embarassment. He laughs at my expression, and the sound both soften and sobers me. “I thought what Moose said was pretty fucked though. About your sister, and that last part. I hope you’re okay,” I continue.

His features go dark again as he sighs and I regret ever bringing it up. I want his smile back. “Yeah, I’m alright. He’s just a dick,” He slowly pipes out, keeping his eyes straight and thoughtful. “My sister, the one he mentioned, she used to go to OU too. In one of her later years her nudes ended up getting sent around to a good bit of people around campus. Including to the football team.”

Oh god. My shoulders slump, and I feel a pang in my chest for Clay’s sister. She’s one of many girls who have fallen victim to horny boys’ scummy and perverted ploys. I’ve never had any explicit pictures sent around, but I’m friends with girls who have and that kind of thing fucks with you for months. Her story and the slight wind that gusts through Norman tonight sucks all of the alcohol’s affect out of my blood even faster than Clay’s dimpled grin. I look out onto OU’s campus to keep myself from getting too emotional.

“I wasn’t on the team at the time, but somehow Moose dug up the pictures during our training this summer and I haven’t heard the end of it since. He thinks it’s funny but my family is my fucking life. And that changed my sister for life. She got colder ever since that incident. More closed off,” Clay admits softly. “I fucking hate it.”

“That’s horrible,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry. I feel so sorry for your sister too.” I peer at him and see he hasn’t moved. He just looks sadder. I hear Moose’s comment ring in the back of my brain as I take in his expression.

All I know is I’m gonna have to have a great time celebrating. A good five minutes alone in a room with nothing but your sister's big tits staring back at me.

I suddenly feel sick. Not from the alcohol.

He shrugs and brushes it off. “Nothing either of us could do about it,” His voice gets lighter, until he finally looks at me and a small smile graces his face again. “Thanks for listening though. I appreciate it, really.”

I have to process this moment before I respond to him. A light breeze kisses my shoulders but I can feel Clay’s body heat on my knee and upper arm overpowering it with it’s warmth. The concrete I’m sitting on is hard and a little rocky, but I don’t care all that much because it feels like this little concrete step is Clay and I’s little private spot. The sudden thought that my parents are a plane ride away doesn’t scare me for the first time today, and I think of my younger sister who would squeal if she knew I was alone talking to a cute boy my first night of college. I wonder if Clay’s sister misses him the way I miss Sammie. I miss when she would confess to me the way Clay just did.

“Yeah, no problem.” I smile back. I take one last glance at the expanse of OU’s campus under the stars again before I stand. “I’m gonna go find Nat, I think it’s about time for us to head back. We both still have some unpacking to do.”

He stands shortly after I do, grabbing Vinnie’s puff and opening the front door with the other. “After you,” He announces while motioning inside, offering me a wider smile. I flash one back as I step into the kitchen again, and I watch as Clay grabs me that water he promised. “Now you finish all of that before you go to bed. Preferably two if you can,” He instructs me pointedly.

I roll my eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah, sure thing Captain Waters,” I respond with a salute as I walk off, mocking his status on the team. I stalk past the game of pong and head towards the hallway I haven’t ventured down before. Just as I’m about to guess which door to open, Nat steps out of one. Her face lights up when she sees me.

“Hello my love! How has your night been?” She cheers as she wraps her arms around my shoulders lovingly.

“Very interesting, but I had a good time,” I admit with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Yes,” Her face goes serious as she widens her eyes at me. “T keeps trying to talk to me about mom and dad and I literally just left them today. Can he not?” She complains. I laugh at her dismay, then let go of our hug to grab her hand.

“Let’s go then,” I offer.

We bid our goodbyes, and I’m reminded of Clay’s story when I lock eyes with Moose. I feel my face harden as I continue to stare. I’m not looking away first. His expression stays stagnant, but I see him breathe out a short humorless chuckle before he breaks first to sit back on the couch.

Ugh. That bitch.

The walk back to our dorm is mostly silent, with a couple quips from Nat or I every so often. When we arrive, we’re both too tired to actually finish unpacking, and end up just getting ready for bed. Before I drift off, I envision Moose’s lifeless and emotionless eyes, making my body ice cold before I’m consumed by sleep.

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