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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 // Dream

// DATE // 13th of October 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x Reader // WARNING // masterbation, phone sex, pet names // WORDS // 2,8k // SUMMARY // Dream was going around face timing friends for the first time. He let me know I would be one of them. // SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

I sat in front of my set-up. I was a Minecraft YouTuber just like Dream. This is how we met in the first place. I wasn’t faceless like him tho. He was the reason I made manhunt videos as well. I, of course, gave him credit every single time. I didn’t want him to think I was taking his video and claiming it as mine. In his videos, it was men hunting him and in mine, it was females hunting me.

I don’t know how, when or where, but Dream found my channel. Just as it was taking off. Maybe he found me because I had started to become more popular. I will have to ask him sometime.

He got in contact with me over Twitter. It wasn’t anything significant. More a message like; ‘Hey, I noticed you make similar video’s as me. They’re awesome! Thanks for the credit btw’. It felt like an automated message but I still responded.

I let him know how he is an inspiration to me and that I hoped he was fine with me - basically - copying him. To my surprise, he responded. He was super cool about it. He even came up with the idea to mix the groups. So about a year ago, we posted a video on his channel; “Minecraft Manhunt Two Speedrunners VS Ten Hunters”. It got a lot of attention and we’ve basically been friends ever since. It got so much attention. We ended up making 4 more. Just so it had an ending like the rest of them. We were going 2 vs 2 with the wins. So either party had to win the last match and they would win in total.

Who would have guessed, Dream and I ended up winning the last one. Which happened 3 months ago. We only won because of me I might add. Dream ended up dying just before we killed the dragon. Three more hits after I pulled out of a fight. Pearling into the ring. I finished off the dragon. Dream and I cheered while the others screamed in disbelief.

I was expecting contact to fade when we were done with all the videos. Though, to my surprise that wasn’t the case. We still texted and even called. We talked almost every day. I really liked our friendship. But I hated to admit it.

I was falling for him. Hard. I would like for us to be more if I was honest. Sure, I had no idea what he looked like - tho I was going to find out soon - but he was such a sweetheart. I’ve definitely been flirting with him. No shame there. I think he’s been flirting back, but I’m not sure. We’ve had many flirty jokes and suggestive conversations. I have no clue how much male friends talk to each other about kinks. But I was sure I knew more about that side of him than George or Sapnap.

Turning on my camera, I wait patiently for him to call me.

Dreamy Poo 💚

A squeak escapes me as I quickly press record on the camera.

“Look, guys, he’s calling!” I tell the camera. Shamelessly showing off what Clay is called on my phone. Picking up the phone when I turn it back to me, I cover my eyes. Nervous - as fuck - about seeing him

“Hey, Y/n,” His comforting voice rings through the phone quietly.

“Wait, shit, I didn’t put you on speaker!” I groan in frustration to myself.

“Then put me on speaker,” I can hear him laugh at my idiocy.

“I don’t want to see you yet, I’m nervous!” I tell him. Hanging my head, pouting slightly. A soft chuckle comes from him.

“Alright, I’ll cover the camera,” he starts. “You put me on speaker, and let me know when I can uncover the camera. Alright?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Alright, it’s covered,” peeking through my fingers slightly. The screen is black beside the buttons. I quickly put him on speaker. Giving my camera a look for my stupidity. Squeezing my eyes shut I shake my head softly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I tell Clay.

“Really, you’re still keeping your eyes closed?” he asks chuckling in disbelief.

“Dream! Don’t judge me!” I whine getting another laugh from him.

“Alright, I’ll just stay here, waiting,” I hear a thunk like he put his phone down on something. Out of curiosity, I open one eye just enough to check my phone. A slight pout on his face catches my eye. An audible gasp leaves my lips. I open both eyes and just stare at him. Mouth agape. He was looking away slightly. After hearing my gasp he looks back at the screen. His pout fading into a smile.

“No,” is the first coherent word that comes out. Clay shakes his head, chuckling softly as I stare at him. Frozen in my spot.

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

“You’re fucking gorgeous!” I say before my thoughts could catch up. A blush almost instantly flushed my cheeks. His cheeks seem to tint a little pink as well at my outburst. “I mean! No! You can’t be this beautiful!” I try to recover and find confidence in what I’m saying. A bright smile takes place on Clay’s face. He is sitting more relaxed in his gaming chair. It was then that I notice he had set his phone up on his desk. Either sitting on something or leaning against something. Angling it just right where I could see from the top of his head, all the way to his jean-covered knees.

Letting out little confused noises, I lean forward in my gaming chair. Left elbow on my knee, head resting on my left hand. My right hand holding my phone. I wasn’t sure if I was still in frame of my camera but I couldn’t care less at this point.

I was just staring at him in amazement. His eyes were so gorgeous, his smile is gorgeous, god I could stare at him all day and not get bored. Though I wasn’t distracted enough to not notice him glancing down at me. I decide then to tease him with that later. First I needed a video for Twitter.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” I tell him, getting another laugh from him.

“Yep, I’m definitely real. You can ask Sapnap if you don’t believe me,” he chuckles.

“I believe you.”

“Good,” he grins.

“Who else have you called?” I decide to ask.

“You are actually the first I called today, others were a little busy at this time.”

“Woah, I wasn’t even your first pick, I’m offended!” I tell him loudly, tho there is obvious sarcasm in my voice. “Bye!” I fake hanging up. Noting that that’s where I should cut the video before posting it on Twitter.

“No!” Clay sounds a little desperate making me chuckle.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to actually hang up,” I tell him in a whisper. “There is something I wanna talk to you about,” I smirk, sitting back in my chair, I hover my phone slightly above me. “I noticed your eyes wandered a bit,” I start smugly. His eyes widen and I can tell he’s about to deny it. “Don’t bother denying it,” I chuckle. “I don’t mind either way.”

“Wait, what?” he seems a little confused at my comment. “You don’t mind that I was checking you out?”

“Aha, so you admit it,” I giggle, grinning. I poke my tongue out in a teasing manner. He groans and rolls his eyes, a smile still gracing his face.

“Okay, yes, I did,” he says reluctantly, though there is a smirk playing at the corner of his lip. “You’re absolutely stunning, how could I not.”

“Why thank you, Clay,” doing something that I was possibly going to regret later. I swiftly pull at the short crop top I was wearing. Showing off the black lace bra I was wearing underneath. “You like the look of these?” I ask him. Unsure where this confidence was coming from. Looking down at his lean body I notice him shuffling in his seat. Which gave me even more confidence.

“Damn it, yes,” he breathes out like he was trying to not let this escalate. But I could tell he was already too into this.

“I can tell,” I smirk. “I can see a little bludge forming,” I lick my top lip in anticipation. Tho, to my surprise a smirk starts to form on his lips now as well.

“Does it excite you, that you have this effect on me?” my eyes widen slightly at his words. Only then becoming painfully aware of the wetness and pressure between my legs. A blush spread on my cheeks. “I take that as a ‘yes’,” his voice is deep as he chuckles.

I counter his confidence by taking off the crop top. I swear I saw the tent in his jeans twitch just slightly. Positioning my phone on my desk, similarly to how he has his phone. Standing up, I shimmy out of the short pleated skirt I was wearing. Leaving me in nothing but my matching lace lingerie and white thigh-high socks.

“God, you’re a tease,” he groans softly. His shirt is quick to disappear as well. Followed by his jeans being lowered. A relieved sigh left his lips. Having taken a little bit of the pressure off his hard dick.

“You already knew that, Clay,” I stick out my tongue at him. This wasn’t the first time I teased him. Before I would just send him a spicy pic. The smirk never left my lips. I loved that I was able to do this to him. Turning away from the phone, my ass in full view. I can feel it jiggle as I take the few steps back to my chair. Having pushed it a bit away when I set up my phone and took off the skirt. I swear I heard a ‘fuck’ leave his lips. Sitting back down my tits jiggle with the bounce. Looking at my phone. He’s starting gently stroking his member over his boxers.

“God you’re gorgeous,” he tells me, making me swoon just a little. “Will you play with your tits for me?” his voice is filled with slight authority, making his question more of a demand. Not that I would decline. I would answer to his every wish if I could. I don’t answer verbally. Instead deciding to reach behind me. Unclipping my bra. I don’t let it fall just yet. Leaving it to hang loosely on my shoulder. Both of my hands slide from my ribs to cup my breasts. Pushing them together making them seem bigger. That does the trick of making the bra slide down. Smirking I cover my boobs with one hand, throwing the bra somewhere in the room.

Looking at my phone, I see he’s decided to stop torturing himself. Having freed his dick from his constricting boxers. His right hand was slowly stroking himself up and down, thumb pressing down on the glistening tip. I lick my lips at the sight. We had done something similar to this once, though I obviously wasn’t able to see him then.

Cupping my breasts once, I pinch my nipples, soft moans leaving my lips at that. I was kinda sad that I was wearing black lace. Was it any other colour, I could have shown him just how wet this made me. The slight breeze in my room let me know just how soaked I was.

“Clay,” I start softly. Sliding my hands down, I wait for his eyes to connect with mine. “I want you to watch me.”

“I am,” he tells me a little breathless. Smirking I slide my thumbs under the hem of my panties, sliding them down my legs. Kicking them off. I pull my knees up, spreading my legs. I sink down in my chair a little. Legs hanging in the air. Putting my wet cunt on full display for him. “Look at you. Putting yourself on full display for me,” a blush graces my cheeks at the praises he was giving me. “Out here pleasing me like a good kitten,” the pet name leaving his lips has my lips flutter. “You like that, don’t you,” he smirks, voice dark. “You like being a good girl for me,” the dark tone in his voice does things to me. I’m getting drunk just of his voice.

Reaching between my legs with slim fingers. I spread my folds, slick already running down in expectancy. Fuck, I was so wet. Dipping a finger in I imagine it being his finger. Quickly adding another. Curling my fingers as I thrust them in and out. Playing with my clit with my thumb. Watching Clay pick up the pace with his hand. Matching my pace. ‘God, I wish I was with you.’

“Me too,” he smirks. Looking directly at my pussy. Glistening in the studio light. Moans and gasps left my lips as I abused my clit with frantic strokes. The thrusts becoming quicker by the second. Not even registering that I had said my thought out loud. “I can just imagine sitting on my knees in front of you. Eating you out, leaving you a moaning mess as you are now.”

“Oh, please, do that!” I moan out. Closing my eyes I picture him doing just that. The thought of his mouth of me. Sucking at my clit, tongue thrusting inside me. Adding his fingers to make it feel just that much better.

“Are you gonna cum for me, kitten?” I’m not sure if he actually said that, or if I was imagining it, but I begged for it.

“Please,” I beg like I was deprived of an orgasm for days. I, so desperately wanted to show him, how good this made me feel. How fucking hot it was for me to hold onto this confidence. Watching him jerk off to me was so hot. I loved that I had this effect on him. I loved that I was enough.

His dark chuckle rings through my ears. “Alright, baby. Cum with me and next time I’ll fill you up, alright?” I couldn’t answer him. Him just saying that had me falling off the edge. My eyes closed tightly as my orgasm ripped through me. I was breathing heavily, stroking out my orgasm. After having calmed down I open my eyes slowly. Chest still heaving up and down rapidly. Looking at my phone, Dream is in the same state as me. Cum glistened on his stomach. “Good girl, squirting for me like that,” he breathes out when he sees I have my eyes open again.

My eyes widen at his comment. “Wait! I squirted!?” I gasp, all of my energy suddenly back. Looking between my legs I suddenly became aware of a lot more wetness than I’m used to, pooling around my cheeks. Along with obvious dark spots on my white carpet. Dream chuckles softly. ‘Cute,’ he thought.

We calmed down a little more, both of us leaving our chairs for a little. I went to grab a towel and a wet cloth. I was still amazed that I squirted, I didn’t know I could do that. Cleaning up the pool on my gaming chair as well as between my shaky legs. I wiped myself down with the wet cloth. Cooling my skin before slipping into clean underwear, deciding on snuggling into a pair of sweatpants and a Dream hoodie. Taking a seat once more, a blush slowly flushed my cheeks. All the confidence I had left me slowly now that the act was over.

Scooting the chair closer to the desk, I look at Clay suddenly feeling shy. Pulling up my knees, I set my feet down on the chair, wrapping my arms around my knees. He still seemed to be confident in this whole situation. He was wearing the same clothes as before, his shirt a little more wrinkled now. He seemed to be just admiring me but I couldn’t stand the silence right now.

“So… that was something,” I end up mumbling. A gentle smile played on Clay’s lips. Seeming to catch on to my change of demeanour.

“It was,” he spoke gently. “I wasn’t expecting it. Though, I loved every second of it,” a soft smile formed on my lips from that. “I meant what I said tho,” I sent him a look of slight confusion, tilting my head sideways. “Next time, I’ll come fill you up,” his smirk is back. My blush darkens as I hide my face in my knees. A chuckle came from him.

Soon after, we end the call. After making a quick cut of the video that had also recorded our spicy episode. I posted the ‘safe for work’ part to Twitter. Deciding to send the ‘not safe for work’ part to Clay.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

// SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

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simplyacerola · 2 years

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red face and drawstrings

pairing: dream x gn!reader

pronouns: you/your

event prompt: "you're jealous!" / "i'm not jealous"

warnings: slightly suggestive

word count: 575 (shorter than usual ;-;)

i apologize in advance if you don’t like dylan o’brien

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the room is nearly pitch black, the only light coming from the television eight feet away from the couch you’re laying on. dream wanted tonight’s movie night to be immersive, but he let you pick the movie. his reaction was unreadable when you selected the maze runner of all movies. dream couldn’t resist your bright smile when you looked at him.

dream lays behind you, between the couch cushions and your bundled body. you’re wrapped in a blanket while dream wears a hoodie, playing with the drawstrings occasionally with his free hand. his arm is draped over your body, hand reaching to yours.

what dream didn’t expect from the movie night date was your commentary. occasionally, when certain characters would appear on screen, you coyly whisper “smash” in response. as the movie progresses, dream’s reactions become more apparent. after dylan o’brien leaves the screen, you feel dream’s body relax. you turn your body to face your boyfriend (albeit awkwardly in your position). “why are you so tense? nothing serious has happened yet.”

dream plays his mood off. “it’s nothing, i’m just trying to get comfortable.”

you narrow your eyes, reading his face in the darkness. you look away briefly when you hear thomas asking yet another question, which causes dream to tense again. you playfully gasp, “you’re jealous!”

dismissively, he replies, “yeah right, you wish. i’m not jealous.” in the movie light, you can see his face growing red.

“you’re such a liar! i know you can’t lie to me.” dream pulls the drawstrings of his hood to cover his face. “dream…” you draw out the last syllables of his name, holding his hands that are clutching the strings. “i’m only messing with you, baby. you’re my boyfriend.”

you pull the hood open to look at his face, placing the palms of your hands on his hot cheeks. “you’re the only person i’m smashing.” dream scoffs, though you can tell you boosted his ego (as if he needed it). “though, i would leave you for dylan o’brien given the chance.”

dream pushes your body off of him, sitting up on the other side of the couch. “i’m kidding!” under your breath, you say “sort of.” dream doesn’t react. “love, please.” you crawl onto dream’s lap, holding his red cheeks in your hands again, forcing him to look at you. with his face slightly squished, you smile. “i’m dating you. i love you.”

dream breathes out harshly from his nose. “more than dylan o’brien?”

you sigh dramatically and kiss him on the nose, causing him to smile. “sometimes.” you giggle devilishly.

“oh, come on.” he sets you down on the couch, head on the crumpled blanket. dream hovers over you, legs fitting between yours like a solved puzzle and hands beside your face. your expression drops at the sudden intimacy. “only i have this effect on you.” dream’s smirk reappears on his face.

you quickly glance at the tv screen. “oh, look! thomas and minho are back in the maze!” you turn your body, messing with dream and making him sigh.

he returns to his previous position, laying behind you and holding you to his body. “way to ruin the moment.”

you lift his hand to your face, kissing the back of it. “i love you, my favorite boy.”

you can’t see it, but dream’s face is red once again. he presses a kiss to the back of your head and squeezes your hand in response.

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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okay but imagine having a huge height difference with dream. he'd have to crouch slightly to be able to kiss you. hugs would be awkward in the cutest possible way. he'd just stand cradling your head while you just hugged his waist. him being the small spoon and you trying your best to be the big spoon. he'd rest his chin on top of your head. you'd have to look up slightly while talking to him. he'd joke about you being able to fit into his pocket. having to ask him to put away laundry because it's on the top shelf and you can't reach it. you just holding on to his neck and swinging like a coala. HIM USINF YOU AS A HANDREST AND CALLING YOU HIS COFFEE TABLE BWAHAHAHA him being absolutely smitten by you. you being absolutely smitten by him.

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x y/n #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken headcannons

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streaming-yn · 2 years

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Too in love

pronouns: they/them

pairing: cc!dream x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!

warnings: use of "too in love" to describe how he feels, y'all are already dating and have been for a while!, dream is so whipped for u it's actually crazy, also dream's pov kinda it's more 2nd person(? "you" used on reader) but focuses on how dream feels abt u <3

more on reader:

. streamer type doesn't matter, or if they are one at all, it isn't relevant !

He knew he loved you, you have been dating for quite a while. obviously he loves you. but he's now realizing, maybe there is such thing as loving too much.

every time he thinks about it he argues with himself, is that actually a thing? he doesn't think so; if there was such a thing, wouldn't he know and it'd offset the balance? there can't be such a thing. but maybe there is? he feels like it everytime you're in the same room or he thinks about you – it's like every time you're part of the equation at all he gets all giddy. he feels like a high schooler with an obvious crush.

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Dream does feel it – "it" being loving you too much – he feels it often, but only now is he hyper aware of it.

you're both in the same room, but doing different things. you're in the comfortable chair in the living room, doing work on your laptop, and he's laid back on the couch, playing on his phone.

only he can't seem to make himself focus on his phone for too long. he keeps glancing up at you, staring, realizing, then snapping his eyes back to the screen in his hand that currently showed reddit posts he hasn't had the care to read. you caught him a couple of times, every time you caught him he would immediately look back to his phone, his face heating up.

not out of embarrassment, you were just so attractive, making eye contact for too long right now might actually make him combust – he thinks the exact same, only, it's not a joke to him! he serious!! he might actually, literally combust.

you would giggle a couple of times, or maybe a joking scoff – one filled with amusement and affection – and his face would get hotter. oh my god, oh my god, you're literally perfect. even the laughs that are barely there are amazing. he loves you so much.

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Dream knows he loves you "too much" as you're both in the kitchen. he's cooking, but you wanted to hang out with him as he did – when you said you wanted to stay in the kitchen with him he got butterflies. he mentally tells himself to chill out! it's you, y/n! his lover of literal years!! why is he still getting butterflies?! from what he's heard the butterflies are supposed to calm down over time!! he's had time!

but, he can't really bring himself to be mad at the butterflies, they're because of you, after all.

while he's cooking he's making conversation with you while you sit on a portion of the counter that isn't being used over near the edge of the kitchen. he can't seem to just let a moment of silence last, he breaks it everytime, prompting more replies from you. he can't stop seeming to want to hear your voice.

everytime he looks over at you he smiles – he was smiling before, happy to be spending quality time with you – but his smile changes when his eyes wander over to you. it gets more giddy, excited, happy, adoring, whatever you want to describe it as! all of the above! god you look perfect and you're not even wearing anything special.

you're in an oversized sleep shirt that has a few stains and the design is fading, sweatpants that don't have much going on but the drawstrings are tied in a messy bow that's lopsided, you're wearing miss-matched socks, one is faded hot pink that has a print of a hamster on a skateboard repeated all around it, the other is cream-colored and you can clearly see the cat hair on it. you look perfect. he doesn't know what it is, is it because you look so at peace right now? domestic? is it the fact you're in his house on his counter? his not sure – its probably both plus more.

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Dream gets so excited to bring you places were you have to sign up or make a reservation or whatnot. not because it's fancy, it doesn't have to be, he could care less honestly (seeing you getting dressed up is so a plus though and he loves seeing the outfits you choose! everything looks good on you doesn't it?).

it's the fact he gets to say "reservation for dream and my partner, y/n, please!" or hear you say "yes, me – y/n, sorry! – me and my boyfriend, dream, signed up for this"

getting to let people know he's dating you, you chose him over everyone else! it makes him lightheaded – he gets the privilege to love you, and you love him back – he gets emotional if he thinks about it for too long. he got so lucky, he thinks, he's so lucky and greatful that has you.

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out of everything, though, he thinks he feels it the most when you're getting ready for bed and laying down. he's laid down on his back and you're curled up to him on his left side. one of your legs is hooked over his body, the other straighted out against the mattress, one of your hands is laying near your head – both laid on his chest, the other is wrapped around his back in a way that it's comfortable for you both.

Dream's left arm is hugging you closer to him, lazily laying down your back, crossing over your waist, and his hand settled on your thigh near your knee. his right hand is laid on top of your head.

you're trying to go to sleep, but he can't find the will to do the same just yet. he wants you be conscious to experience this a little longer. logically he knows you will both cuddle every other night, as is your usual night routine, but he just can't sleep yet. his looking down at you as you get more comfortable, adjusting your position slightly and moving as close to him as you can – he swears this is what heaven must be – nothing can top this.

he's so happy to be in the position he's in, being loved and cuddled by you, being able to sleep by your side in the same bed every night. he can't even bring himself to care if your nails are a bit too long and scratch him a little while youre grabbing a handful of his shirt with the hand laying on his chest, or when you move your jaw a little to swallow spit and it feels weird, or if you drool on his shirt, or when his hand becomes numb because he hasn't moved it in too long. all of these things are perfect, he's ultimately decided.

while he's looking down at you all of his feelings for you flood him at once, god, what did he do to deserve you? whatever it was, he prays to whatever caused this asking for it to be enough for you to spend a lifetime together. if there is more than one life, then all of those as well.

he thinks about how you chose him, how you accepted his confession and loved him so much, and continue to love him, how he gets to spend however long he has with you if you'll have him, how he's gotten to spend the past few years with you, how you exchange "I love you"s everyday. even thinks of the small things, how you both do your nightly routines at the same time in the same bathroom, how he's able to just come up behind you and rest his head on your shoulder while you're doing something, how you can be playful and loving. everything, he loves everything about you and his life with you

while thinking of this, his mind starts to forget you're real – you're amazing, wonderful, perfect, he's in awe of you. his hand moves without thinking about it and he starts scratching your head lightly, slowly. the feeling of your hair under his fingers reminds him that you are real and you're laying on him, cuddling him and loving him, and judging by the way you act, you won't be stopping anytime soon. he starts crying, making sure to keep quiet to not disturb your sleep. his hand moves from your head to your torso, hugging you, his hand on your torso pulls you more into him and his hand on your thigh hikes your leg a little bit higher. he curls into you a little and presses his nose into your hair and closes his eyes. he loves you so much, he thinks it might cause the end of him, but with such a sweet end, he can't bring himself to mind.

a/n: haha hiii can u tell I'm feeling things rn haha I don't have an s/o, fictional character making me feel but yk,,

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#dream x reader #mcyt x reader #romantic #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x y/n #dream x you #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x y/n #affection #cuddling #fluff #dream fluff #sappy #dream is so whipped

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jubiilee13 · 2 years

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[ do you think fish get thirsty? - dreamwastaken ]

A soulmate AU in which the first words ever spoken to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your wrist, and the sentence disappears when you meet them.

tw: a few curse words but thats it :)

gn! reader

This is kinda inspired by those TikTok’s where the people go around asking “what are you listening to” and stuff like that :)

Sorry if there are spelling errors I had to write this on mobile qwq

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“You walk slow y/n” sapnap complained as he stopped his fast paced walking to let you catch up.

“Sap it’s literally 90 fucking degrees outside, sorry I’m not fucking heat resistant” you say, half jokingly as you finally meet his side.

“Why are we even out here again?” You question, as your eyes scan over the busy grounds of your college campus.

“To ask people stupid questions for TikTok clout, I’ll do the filming, you do the asking!” Sapnap exclaims excitedly, jumping up and down slightly with joy.

“How did I end up having to ask the questions?” You ask, the slight annoyance in your tone causing sapnap to stop his bouncing.

“Come on n/n! We never do anything fun anymore! And besides… this is your chance to be social! Meet new people! Maybe even your soulmate!!” He says optimistically, as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“The chances of meeting your soulmate before the age of 25 are like one in a billion sap…” you say before pausing slightly for a moment. Sapnap face falls at your words.

“Please n/n? Do it for me?” He pleads to you, giving you the biggest smile he could muster.

You ponder for a moment before giving him a slight nod.

“YES!! We are going to have such a good time!” Sapnap tells you before grabbing your hand and (quite literally) dragging you towards the crowds of students.

You glance down at your wrist for a moment, looking at the small writing that lingered there.

‘Sorry can you repeat that? I got lost in your eyes’. It was honestly so cheesy, yet you could help but smile at the words written there.

You were quickly torn from your thoughts as you ran into sapnap, who had abruptly stopped walking.

“Ow sap what the hell?!” You say to him as you regain your balance. You look up at him, waiting for him to say something. He remains silent, instead he simply stares at a group of passing boys.

“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you ask them the questions” he whispers to you, still not tearing his eyes away from them.

“Why those boys?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice.

"Thats the football team... I have the feeling their answers will be the funniest" Sapnap replies, while slightly nudging you in their direction.

You stand still for a moment, weighing your options.

"30 and I'll do it" You say without truly thinking.

"Deal" He says happily before pushing you forcefully towards them.

You frown slightly before taking a deep breath and walking towards them.

You first approach Sam, hands shaking slightly before you tapped him on the shoulder. He turns around and before he has the chance to speak you quickly ask,

"If you could rearrange all the colors in the rainbow, what order would you put them in?"

He pauses for a moment, before replying.

"Blue, green, orange, red, purple, yellow"

"Good answer" You say with a giggle, before turning back to sapnap and giving him a small thumbs up. He smiles and gives you a wink, which was the best he could do considering his hands were occupied by the camera.

Next, you approach George. Taking in another deep breath as you come face to face with the shorter boy.

“If dogs walked on two legs how do you think they would dance?” You question, watching his face contort to one of confusion. He thought for a moment before replying with

“Like that one banana from the peanut butter jelly time dance” he says with a laugh.

You hold in your wheeze as you nod softly at him. “That’s.. that’s very specific but now that I think about it I can see it” you say to him before turning on your heel to find another person to ask.

You look over the crowd, trying to find someone new to question. A head of blonde hair caught your eye, and you manoeuvre through the group of boys towards him.

He towers over you, and you have to stand on your tippy toes just to be able to tap the man on the shoulder. He turns around and gives you a small smile, his green eyes peering into yours.

You take a moment to admire his features, smiling softly back at him.

“I-um… do you think fish get thirsty?” You ask, not tearing your eyes away from his own.

He remains silent for a moment, his green orbs practically staring into your soul.

“Sorry.. could you repeat that? I got lost in your eyes” he murmurs flirtatiously, tearing his eyes away from yours to look you up and down.

You stand still for a moment, jaw practically on the floor as you looked away from him to look down at your wrist.

It was gone… the writing was gone. You quickly whip your head back up to look at him, and hold out your wrist for him to see.

He slowly extends his wrist out and holds it beside yours.

They were blank.

You both stood in a comfortable silence for a moment before he spoke up.

“Never in my life would I have thought my first words to my soulmate would’ve been some cheesy pick up line.” He says with a chuckle as he rubs his neck awkwardly.

“Never in my life would I have thought my first words to my soulmate were for some cheesy TikTok” you reply, looking up once again to meet his eyes.

He grinned and extended a hand,

“I’m clay, but my friends call me dream” he says softly.

You smile and attempt to extend your hand out to his own, but we’re quickly startled by sapnaps excited yelling.

“N/N HOLY SHIT I GOT THAT ALL ON VIDEO!! YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE!! SEE, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA!!” He exclaims loudly, causing both you and clay to wince.

You turn back to look at sapnap, giving him an embarrassed glare. He mutters a small sorry before backing away from the two of you.

“Sorry about him, I’m y/n” you say before extending your hand out to him once again. He shakes it with a smile, and turns it over to give it a small kiss.

Once again the two of you are overcome by comfortable silence, his hand still holding onto yours.

“So um… could I get your number? I mean we are soulmates after all, I figured I need some way to get to know you better. Or, better yet I could always take you out sometime! A good looking person like you deserves the best of the best, y’know?” he says with a cheeky grin.

God you barley even knew the man and his smile was still enough to make you weak in the knees.

“Yeah.. yeah, I’d like that”

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a/n : SORRY THIS IS KINDA SHITTY IM TIRED BUT I WANTED FLUFFY DREAM CONTENT

#dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken #dream smp x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x y/n #dream smp #dream x you #dream x reader

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lvyu · 2 years

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you were easy to love, but now i can’t leave; dreamwastaken x reader, georgenotfound x reader

— synopsis: moments of loneliness, where you can feel them slipping away.

— warning(s): emotional manipulation (dream)

notes: context for george’s: i have a silly headcanon that when george goes in those coma-like sleeps, he disappears and reappears in a new place; also he can grow plants because i say so.

the silence was so loud though you were only yelling moments ago. “what?” you were reduced to breathy, hushed words, nothing like a few seconds ago.

any truth masked, dream spoke, perhaps in the calmest tone you’ve ever heard from him. “don’t yell at me.”

maybe that’s what made it sound so threatening.

his hand reached out, sitting gently on your cheek. “come on, what made you so snappy?” it sounded like he was smiling, but you couldn’t exactly tell— not anymore, at least. “where’s the happy, more soft-spoken person i love?”

the question made you pause, before returning to your senses. “what’s your excuse?” you fought back, starting to raise your voice again.

“i really hate arguing with you, you know that.” you hadn’t noticed the inches becoming centimeters, becoming nothing as he pressed against you in hug of sorts; you heard a quiet shuffle, his mask, and felt his lips— they were dry and slightly cracked— on your cheek. “can we please stop? we can talk about it later if you want, but right now you’re too upset.” his sad tone made you weak, returning his hug to comfort him.

you felt stupid for giving in so quickly to him, but as mad as you were at him, as confused and even scared of his actions as you were, you loved him. and maybe, just maybe if you heard him out it would make sense– he’d provide you a reason, any good reason, for his continued attacks on the citizens of new l’manberg.

dream, your dream, pulled away and grabbed your hand, leading you. “let’s go home.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

a few vines sprout from the muddy grass he touched, rain hitting them hard. george tsked, repeating his earlier action. you watched him from the open window, trying to crack the mystery that was what he was really feeling.

“georgie,” you said. “don’t abuse your powers.”

he shrugged. “yeah, this super great power to just… make some plants.” his tone was sarcastic, and he kicked the ground as he stood up, making his way back inside the house. “i’m tired.”

you frowned, calling out for him. “guess i’ll see you in a week then,” he stared at you, annoyed. “or ‘find’ might be the better word.”

“first, it’s not that sleep– and secondly, i don’t even control it, and i don’t know why you’re still hung up about it.” he clearly wanted the conversation to be over, but for whatever reason, he lingered, waiting for a response.

your words were borderline pathetic, fueled by weeks of confusion and loneliness building up. “of course you control it, george. saying you can’t is just a bullshit excuse you use to pass the blame off.”

he scoffed. “oh yeah? ‘pass the blame off’ what am i to blame for?” his words were clearly bait, daring you to insult him; and you took it.

“for never being there anymore, for leaving everyone! what else?” maybe it was the wrong thing to say— it was definitely the wrong thing to say— but god, did it feel good to finally say to his face.

despite the hurt look on his face, you stood your ground, watching as rubbed his face and groaned. “it’s not my problem that you chose to stay,” he said. “that was your choice, not mine. don’t blame me for your issues.”

this time he didn’t linger, didn’t wait for your response.

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Quackity: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Y/n: Sex.

Dream: Seriously, answer faster.

Y/n: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Dream: It’s like a giant hug.

Quackity: Karl, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Karl: Food.

Quackity: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Karl: Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

George: What about you Sapnap? What would you give up sex or food?

Sapnap: Oh... um... I don’t know, it’s too hard.

George: No, you gotta pick one.

Sapnap: Um, food... no, sex... no, food... sex... food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want hot people on bread!

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sanderchu · 2 years

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BEST IDEA!!!

you (a faceless streamer) and dream have had a lil sumth going on between the two of you for awhile

One day you decide to face reveal and dream watches!

He's absolutely dumbfounded by your beauty and just blurts out his feelings for you

In a discord call

During a live stream

-🕸

Mask off

Note: i really dont have title names anymore omg-

Reader: gn!reader

{writing} or hcs

Dream watched as the premiere on the screen countdown just like his. A week after his face was revealed it was now your turn thanks to the support and consistent pleading by your friends. Now you see dreams but he's never seen yours. Unlike him you didn't call anyone you just announced it on your socials and to anyone you choose privately and dream was one of them. ‘3…2…1’ the screen turned to black for a split second before it showed you but standing still with no face.

Before we get fully into the story, you and dream have been close for a while almost like a couple making people think you guys have something going on no matter how much you deny it. Seeing your face was an accomplishment to him no matter if he's not the only one seeing it. Secretly dream did adore you by your voice, humor, way with words and so much more in just your simple voice.

“So hey everyone” you laughed in the pre-recorded video. You started making a little speech before finally giving in, “alright here we go.” and just like that you bent down to reveal your face making dream speechless and the premiere cast in chat. Dream quickly examines your features practically being head over heels for you 3 minutes into the video. You began to make a little speech again but to dream it was all a blur and he kept looking at your features and couldn't help but be as flustered as ever.

1 week later —-------

A week later you decided to stream with your face to answer questions and really get people used to your face. So like any other stream you booted it up but with noe starting screen and just started immediately. But this also included dream, since you guys were both faceless you guys decided to answer the questions and confess some struggles leading to your guys face reveal. Dream couldn't help but zone out half way through admiring your features through the discord call. “God no wonder I love you” he blurted out without meaning or warning. Everything went silent as the chat filled with demand for answers from dream. He even went silent himself and just left the call. Instead of feeling weird you laughed and texted him

‘You didn't even let me say it back, how sad ;)’

#dsmp scenario #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x y/n

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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖? // Dream

// DATE // 24th of October 2022 // PAIRING // Dreamwastaken x Non-American!Reader (Though you could still read it as an American some things just won't make sense) // WARNING // Angsty(not really I don't think? mostly just indifferent behavior I guess) // WORDS // 3,6k // SUMMARY // Dream ghosted you after the facetime situation. You finally move to Florida to move in with your friends and suddenly he's interested in you again. (It was going to be a part with smut, but I have decided to divide this one. (So be on the lookout for a part 3 that holds more smut) and yes I did go out of my way to pick out furniture, sorry not sorry xD) // SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

It had been a few weeks since my endeavour with Dream. I was expecting more contact with him from that moment. Sadly, that wasn't the case. Instead, I was being ghosted by him.

I tried to not let it bother me, but it really did. 'God, why did I have to be such a slut,' I thought to myself. Insulting myself for making such a stupid decision. 'Of course, this is how it would end.'

"Y/n! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" arms were thrown around me the moment I stepped into the arrivals area. The two of us almost falling over from the force as what breaks me out of my train of thought. "Juny!" giggling I drop my suitcases. Wrapping my arms tightly around the taller girl. Her black hair up in a messy bun. I could tell she hadn't slept all night. "I'm so happy to be here! Oh!" when she finally let go of me, she giggled giddily.

"Okay, let's go! Charlee and Emmy are already waiting at home. I hope you're hungry. They're going to make you dinner," Juny took one of my bigger suitcases. Leaving me with a big and small suitcase. Did I have a lot of stuff? Yes. Was I ashamed? No. I am quick to follow her as she leads the way.

I had never been to America, so walking around the Orlando airport was a whole new experience. Which also meant I had not fucking idea where to go. Having Juny as my guide was very helpful.

Once in the car I decided to start streaming. I hadn't told anyone yet that I moved. The only info I shared was that I wouldn't be streaming or uploading videos for a bit, which was a week ago. Right after I made that announcement is when my pc and entire setup was being safely shipped to the US.

When I say I hadn't told anyone, I meant anyone. The only people who knew were the girls and my family. And with Dream ghosting me, I was definetly not telling him.

"Hello, hello, Streamies!" I called out at my phone the moment I saw viewers come in and start talking in the chat. "How are you all? I missed you guys so much!" I pause to read the chat a little bit. Messages skimming by. "Yes I am in a car," I giggle at the comment. "No, I'm not driving, I promise, I wouldn't stream and drive. Anyways, I am so glad most of you guys are doing okay," I smile brightly at the screen. "Juny, would you like to tell the very curious viewers where we are?" I ask her, moving my phone so the both of us are in view. I watch the chat as people are already guessing I'm in the US.

"Y/n, finally moved to US! The girl squad is finally complete!" Juny cheers. We both scream in excitement.

"Yes, I did! I am so excited! I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys," I sent them an apologetic pout. "But, now that I'm here. There are so many more things we can do! If you guys are up for it, I could bring you guys with me to go furniture shopping!" I turn to Juny when a question pops in my head. "Does Orlando have an ikea?"

"It does, you wanna do an ikea video?" she asks. While she answers a ping is heard from my phone. A message popping up.

Dream 💔 You're in Florida?

'Oh, so now he messages. Right,' rolling my eyes I ignore the message. 'Guess who's getting ghosted now.'

The rest of the drive I keep talking to chat, having song breaks with Juny. We were smart enough to get a nice playlist that is copyright free and put that on.

"Thank you guys so much for joining me today! We are almost home," I let out a content sigh. "God, I love saying that. But! I will see you guys soon! Enjoy your day, evening, afternoon! Bye bye!" I end the stream just as we enter our neighbourhood.

Before we even reach the house I can see Charlee and Emmy outside. They jump with excitement when they see the car driving up. Juny parks the car swiftly in the drive way. I jump out of the car, squealing as I run up to my favourite girls. They meet me halfway. Both squealing just as much.

"Oh, my god, I can't believe you're finally here!" Charlee squeezes me tightly in her hold. She might be smoll, but she is strong as hell.

"Same! It's gonna be some getting used to, but I'm so happy!"

"Let's go inside, the food is gonna get cold if we wait any longer," Emmy chuckles.

"I told you guys about what happened with Dream, right?" I started an unexpected conversation. I had been trying to forget about it all. But the sudden message from him wouldn't leave my mind. The four of us were in the living room. Not really up to doing anything big today. So we just put on some background music. All of us doing our own thing. Charlee was reading, Emmy was doing a small bit of editing on her MacBook and Juny was scrolling through TikTok. The sounds of the clips being soft enough to not bother anyone.

"Yeah," Charlee is the one that answers.

"I didn't tell you all," I sigh, putting aside my notebook where I had been writing video ideas. "After the faceTime situation, he uhm," I sigh. "He ghosted me."

"Excuse me?" Juny's voice filled with disgust. "No, did he actually?"

"Yeah, I messaged him a few times but he never replied," I told them. "He left me on read every time. I feel so stupid."

"No, don't say that!" Emmy scoots over to me. Pulling me in for a hug.

“The thing is. I streamed in the car ride here, right?” The three nod. “He messaged me during it. Asking if I was in Florida.”

“So he decides to completely ignore you for weeks and then message you when he finds out you’re here?” Charlee questions. A look of pure confusion on her face.

“Yeah, like I don’t understand him,” I admit. “I genuinely thought we might be going somewhere relationship-wise. And then he pulls this shit.”

“In my opinion, you should ignore him. Just like he did you,” Juny says. She would always watch my back. Right now I knew she didn’t want me to get hurt - more - by this guy. For now, I decided to listen to Juny.

The next day the squad went to IKEA. I was surprised I wasn't that jetlagged. Maybe it was the fact that I went to bed at a normal time here. I had been awake for 22 hours straight. Sure, I've done worse. But I needed to change my sleeping schedule and fast. I didn't want to be jetlagged forever.

"Should I stream or make a video out of it?" I asked once were all parked in the parking garage. We had gone in three cars. I know it sounds like a bit much, be we didn't have big cars. And seeing as I need an entire bed and closet, it seemed like the best option. We probably would have gone with four but I don't have a car here yet.

"I think you should make it a video," Emmy answers. "Just in case, and you can do little polls on Twitter. Like 'Which bed do I pick, left or right?' and add pictures of the beds you like."

"Oh, that is such a good, idea! Yes, let's do that," I cling to her as the four of us enter the surprisingly quiet IKEA. I sent out a tweet as a warning.

I'm in the IKEA right now. I want your guy's help picking out furniture. So, be on the lookout for polls!

"Do we want to get some lunch first, or after?" Juny asks when we get inside.

"I think in between," Charlee suggests. "We first go into the showrooms to pick out furniture that we need to write down. Then eat lunch before we head downstairs for any other kind of decoration and pick up what we have picked out," we all agree with that and head into the showrooms.

"Come here, guys!" Charlee calls out to us from one of the showrooms. Coming over I find her in a little hallway in front of a mirror. "Group pic?" she asks when all of us are there.

Taking the picture I put it on my private Snapchat story. Of course, Dream is quick to send me a message on there now.

"Are you serious," I mumble.

"What?" Emmy asks, being the only one that heard me. Charlee and Juny currently looking at living room inspiration. Not that we needed anything new for the living room, but it's always nice to look.

"Dream, messaged me," I tell her.

DREAM 💔 That's crazy! George, Sapnap and I are here too!

"Okay, quick question. I know you're ignoring him like he ignored you. But what if you heard him out. Maybe he has a good reason. He's here, so, would you want that?" Emmy is careful with her words. Trying to see how I stood in the situation.

"I guess I would like to know why," I admit quietly. "But who says he's not just going to ignore me again?"

"You'll never know the answer for sure, but do you think it's worth a shot?" I think about it for a moment before turning my eyes back to my phone. Emmy reads over my shoulder as I type.

ME Really? Where are you guys now? DREAM 💔 We are at the end of Work space ME Oh, we are just about to enter the living room storage area DREAM 💔 We can wait for you guys if you would like? We can continue together. ME I'll have to ask the girls, we do plan on having lunch once we are done with this floor. DREAM 💔 That's fine, go ask them. We'll wait for now.

"Guys! We're meeting up with the Dream team!" I announce to the other two girls.

"What!" Juny sounds disappointed. "I thought we were ignoring him1"

"I know, but I want answers," I grab her hands, looking into her eyes. I give her a pout.

"Okay, fine," she mock rolls her eyes, making me giggle. We finish looking around, after waiting on a pol answer. I posted a poll asking if I should buy a cup or not. I really loved the STRIMMIG mug, so why not ask the fans if I should get it. The answer was a fat yes, with 92% win.

When we walk into the workspace section, I already notice the dream team in the corner of my eye. They were talking together, sitting at a displayed desk.

"I'm gonna do another poll," I say out loud to no one in particular. Taking out my phone, I continue walking down the path. Putting in another pol. "None of these desks seem big enough, should I go for a dining table desk instead," I mumble along as I type it out.

"Not big enough?" I recognize the voice immediately. A little startled, I jump. Looking up I catch Dreams grin. He, along with Sapnap and George chuckle at my reaction.

"God, you startled me," I chuckle awkwardly.

"Sorry, how are you?" Dream asks. I couldn't help it but really bothered me that he acted like nothing was wrong.

"I'm good, what about you?" I ask, stepping closer, I offer a hug as a greeting. He accepts, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I hug his middle. He really is tall. I hate that it has an affect on me.

"I'm great, George just needs a few things for his room," he answers when we pull away. I decide to greet Sapnap and George the same way, giving them a hug as well. Then the girls walk up, greeting the three guys as well. Hugs are exchanged. Juny pulls me to her, almost like she's keeping me away from Dream.

"But does that mean, we're continuing together?" Sapnap asks.

"Yeah," the four of us answer in sync.

We continue down the showrooms, taking notice of a lot of things. Writing them down on the paper with of course the tiny IKEA pencil. Juny stays with me the entire time, arms hooked together. I appreciated it, but I also wanted to talk to Dream. I noticed him wanting to talk to me as well but we didn't get the time.

Even when we were having lunch we couldn't talk. Whenever we would try friends of either person pulled us into a different conversation. What that did do tho, was give me hope. He wanted to talk to me. That must mean something right?

Gathering all the stuff was chaos. We were running around the storage area. Everyone was laughing, camera's out for footage. At one point I was standing on one of the carts. Dream pushing me forwards and fast. He ran into a random aisle. One we didn't need to be in. And we were able to hide from the others for just a minute.

"Hi," I whisper. We sat under the shelves in an empty spot.

"Hey," he whispers back with a grin. I wasn't really sure what to say. I ended up just staring at him for a while. He was still as beautiful as I thought he was when I first saw him on FaceTime. Even more so if I was honest. It was so strange to me to see him in real life. Maybe one day I would have gotten the opportunity to meet him, but I wasn't expecting it to be today.

"Is it just me, or is it weird to see you in real life?" I end up mumbling, full of uncertainty. I wasn't sure if admitting that was a good idea. To my surprise, he chuckles, nodding his head.

"It is, but I'm glad I'm able to meet you," I'm about to make a comment when Emmy runs up our aisle.

"There you two are! We've got everything. Ready to go?" she asks quickly, a little awkward look on her face. She didn't realize the two of us were together until she reached us.

"Yeah, let's go," for now I guess we would have to leave our conversation at that. Maybe having a talk about it here wouldn't be a good plan anyway.

After paying we gathered our cars. I stayed with the multiple carts along with George, he only had to buy a desk and a few accessories. I ended up with a IDANÄS bed, two VITTSJÖ tables for at my bedside, a LINDBYN as a mirror by a small VITTSJÖ laptop table and a CHILISTRÅN cause I want me some cute plants, along with a few more plant pots, including plants. Seeing as I do have clothes, I also got a PAX / FARDAL with more than enough room for everything I own and new things to add. I got a BRUNSTA for the main light, seeing that I am a hoe for music, I got a black SYMFONISK speaker lamp which made me very poor. But Dream gifted me the duvet, along with pillows and a cute set of covers.

"How has your time in America been?" I ask George. He had been a while longer than I had. So obviously I was curious.

"Quite good actually. It's a big change, but so worth it," his answer made me smile. The look in his eyes really showed that he loved being able to live with his friends. "This is your second day right?" I nod. "Let the girls take you to all of the junk food restaurants. They are so different, but I promise they are good," I chuckle at the orgasm-like face he pulls at just the thought of food.

"Alright, I will," just then 5 cars pull up. We take up almost the entire space for loading in. We helped each other place everything in the cars but there was a problem. With all the stuff that I had, my seat in the car was taken.

"What do we do? We don't have space for another person besides the driver," Charlee voiced the obvious.

"Look, I don't mind waiting," we had the conversation while the guys were packing the desk into Dreams car. The desk being too big for Sapnaps car.

"We can't just leave you here!" Juny spoke loudly, catching the attention of the guys.

"What's wrong?" Sapnap asks.

"I can't go with them, the cars are too full," I tell them. "I'm willing to stay and wait for one of them to return-"

"But we are not going to do that," Charlee said sternly.

"My car has space, I can bring you home," Dream immediately offers.

"No, we'll figure something out," Judy says, pulling me closer to her.

"Look, I know what you're trying to do," I whisper to her. "But this is our only option right now," her face scrunches up in frustration.

"Fine."

"Are you sure it's okay?" I ask Dream.

"Of course!" He replies immediately. "We can't just leave you here stranded."

"Alright, then let's go," I am quick to say. Not wanting anyone to change their mind. "Message me the address, 'cause I don't know it from the top of my head yet," I tell Emmy who nods. Everyone gets into their cars. Dream surprisingly opens the door for me and lets me step inside. "Thank you," thanking him with a bright smile. He smiles back before going to the driver's side.

"Are you okay with us first bringing the desk to my place?" He asks once he's settled in.

"Oh, sure, that's fine by me," I tell him as I watch the others drive off. He puts on some music and starts driving. We were the last to leave, I couldn't see any of my friends' cars anymore.

I didn't realize my leg was bouncing until we reached the highway. I only realized when Dream's hand landed on my thigh. The bouncing almost immediately stopped. I didn't necessarily mind the hand, in fact, it was bringing me comfort - somehow.

His voice breaks my trance though I don't catch what he said. I look at him, releasing a 'huh?'. A smile grows on his lips as he repeats his question.

"How was your flight?"

"Oh, right, uhm. Uneventful really," I tell him honestly. "It was a long flight, didn't have money for first class. So I was stuffed with other people. I don't really mind. I did have the window seat, but having to get up to pee was the worst. Especially when the guys next to me were asleep. But I managed," Dream didn't seem to mind my rambling, but when I mentioned that I was sat next to guys. His grip on my thigh seemed to tighten just a little. Just enough for me to notice. "Other than that, they were really nice to me. They even helped me put my small suitcase in the top compartment and back out," I tested my thoughts and again his grip tightened. This time he also seemed to grit his teeth. I slide my hand over to his. Placing my hand on his, my thumb stroking gently on the back of his hand. The grip on my thigh relaxed a little bit at the touch.

"I'm glad you arrived safe and well," he says. "I am kinda hurt you didn't tell me you were moving to Florida," at this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"And, I'm hurt you ghosted me after what happened," my voice is monotone. Shaking my leg to remove his hand. I fully turn away from him. Staring out the window, legs closed, leaning against the door. I sigh comes from him. I can't tell if it's a sigh of annoyance or something else. Not that I care at the moment.

"I'm sorry," he says, but I ignore him. Opening the window, I let the wind blow in. The weather was nice and warm today. I prove my ignorance more by deciding to put the volume higher. Singing along loudly with the songs to pass the time.

He decides to stay quiet for the rest of the ride. Probably realises he deserves the treatment I'm giving him. Finally, we reach the Dream Team house. One I recognize from George's video. There we find Sapnap and George waiting in the driveway. They probably arrived just a few minutes ago. My plan was to stay in the car, but Sapnap opens the door on my side. Dream and George carrying in the desk.

"Come on, let's give you a tour!" His excitement has me complying. I get out of the car, following him into the house. I had to admit that the house was gorgeous. I recognized Dreams studio from the time we had that FaceTime call. At last, he showed me Dreams bedroom. "And last but not least, Dream's bedroom," he opened the door, allowing me to walk inside first. His room was surprisingly normal. Plain black hardwood bed. Covered in sacramento-coloured sheets. Black hardwood nightstands on either side. Simple matching lamps on each.

Before I could admire the room any further, the door slammed shut behind me. Startled I turn around.

"Sapnap! What-"

"You and Dream, have to talk," is all he says through the door.

Now what.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

// SERIES // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //

#dreamsmp x y/n #dream team #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp x reader #dream smp #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x y/n #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken smut #dream x you #dream x y/n #dream x reader #cc!dream x reader #cc!dream #dsmp fanfic

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noki-is-soup · 2 years

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imagine milking dream dry

(This is so hot, dude)

Warning(s): NSFW, Overstimulation, Pet names (good boy, sweetheart)

Pairing(s): cc!Dream x gn!Reader

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Dream moaned from above you, thighs shaking violently. His eyes rolled back into his head as he thrusted into your mouth. You swallowed everything he gave you, wiping your chin as you licked up and down his cock.

You two had been going at this for almost two hours. Your hole was dripping with cum while Dream cried in overstimulation. You had only came twice tonight, but this was Dream’s seventh time.

You didn’t give him any time to recover before latching your mouth back down on his cock, focusing solely on his tip. He was so sensitive as he writhed under your gaze.

Your jaw burned as you took him down your throat. He instantly started trusting his hips upwards, getting closer to his release.

Whimpers and moans and cries filled the room as he gave a final thrust before orgasming. Nothing came out, which caused you to smile and sit up, kissing him deeply.

“No- wait! I can be a good boy! Please do something. I-I need you…” he whined, pulling you down by the neck.

“You did amazingly, sweetheart. You need to calm down, okay? I love you,” you whisper in his ear, kissing him again.

“But-“

“Let’s get in the bath, okay? You’ve had a long night.”

That night, you two fell asleep in each other’s arms,asking sure the other felt safe and loved.

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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texts with dream would look like...

a/n: i was lazy to write so have these... might actually start taking text requests :)) MASTERLIST

#dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x y/n #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken text

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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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strawberrymilkgeorge · 2 years

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Part Twenty Two. Big Tweets and Bigger Questions.

warnings: cursing, p*ter, doxxing threats :/, word count: 5.2k (not including pictures)

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note: UHHH rememberit's been so long i'm so so sorry this took ages i hope it's worth it T-T this is the LAST CHAPTER !!! maybe maybe I'll do extras later but don't count on it bc we know how long THIS took. thank you guys for loving bugsy :(( and for being patient omg ENNJOYYYYYYYY

It was basically her worst nightmare. Y/n’s ex-boyfriend tended to find things out on his own so in hindsight, maybe she should have expected him to find out about her online career too. There was a reason she never told him or anyone in her real-life about what she did on the Internet. This exact reason.

“Hey, there you are. I thought you wanted to swim with everyone?”

Y/n heard Dream’s voice but couldn’t process his words, her eyes still staring at the unanswered texts she had received from her ex-boyfriend over the last few days.

“Bug?”

She blinked, looking up as she breathed deeply. “Did you say something?”

Dream frowned. “Are you okay?”

She just stared at him, brows furrowed softly and mouth open like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. He stopped drying his hair with the towel and made his way towards her, crouching in front of her and looking up at her intently, his hands resting on her knees. “What happened?”

“Um…”

Dream’s eyes darted to the phone in her hands then back to her face, clearly seeing her distress and worry in the way her eyebrows pinched together and breathing was uneven.

“Y/n.”

“Have you ever had… well, okay, I know you have but like, so, okay–” she cut herself off with a huff when she noticed herself rambling and took a deep breath before continuing. The front door opened and she realized they were out where anyone could hear their conversation.

“Come here,” he mumbled, standing up and leading her outside to the back porch, opposite the house from the lake where most of their friends were playing. “What happened?”

Y/n took a breath and leaned against the railing, looking out at the view to avoid having to see his reaction. “I know people have threatened to dox you on Twitter and stuff like that all the time but have any of them been real threats? Like, I’m sure they’re all terrifying no matter what but I mean has anyone you know in real life ever threatened to expose you? Or have they all been internet trolls?”

When he didn’t respond, Y/n snuck a glance at him and was met with a deep frown, something close to panic in his eyes. “No, they’ve all been people who just want to get clout. What happened? Did that happen to you? Who is it?”

Y/n pulled out her phone and handed it to him, the screen open to Peter’s texts.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Dream seethed under his breath before handing her phone back quickly.

“There’s plenty more of him begging for me back but the doxxing is a new threat.”

“You picked a really… tame name for his contact.”

“I only kept his number in case something like this happened.”

They both stood silently looking out into the backyard for a few moments. “Why is he only just now threatening you? Hasn’t he been trying to get you back for months?”

“Basically,” she sighed. “But I never told him about being Bugsy. He was never super into Twitch or YouTube or anything so it was easy to hide and I guess… in the back of my mind I always kinda assumed something like this would happen if he knew. Like we would break up and he’d take out his anger by trying to tell the world who I was before I was ready. So, I never told him. I guess he finally found out.”

“Fuck,” Dream whispered. “He has no credentials though, right? Like he’d probably have to make a Twitter account just to expose you and people would see he’s new and think it’s a burner account and no one would believe him… right?”

“Maybe, but what happens when I do post a face reveal and everyone sees he was telling the truth? They’d trust any insider information he has about me, which would all be complete bullshit lies.”

The frown never left Dream’s face, and he looked broken at Y/n’s predicament. She had seen him less bothered about his own threats before than he was about this.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Beat him to it, I guess,” she decided. His face turned into one of surprise as she continued. “If he ever posts about me later on I can clarify that he’s an asshole ex so no one should listen to him, but at least he won’t have taken away my face reveal. I should get to decide how to do it. He’s already taken enough from me, he’s not taking away this too.”

“Can I please hug you?” Dream whispered quickly. “You can say no, but I really want to give you a hug.”

Y/n smiled and nodded, but didn’t move away from the handrail. Dream came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her as he pressed his chest to her back, resting his chin on her shoulder. When he kissed her shoulder softly, she rested her head against his and placed her hands on his arms as a sign that it was okay.

“I’m really sorry, Bug. I’m sorry he’s taken so much from you.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered sadly. “It will be.”

“Wanna face reveal together?” he asked half-jokingly, making her laugh.

“You want to get outshined?”

He chuckled and kissed her ear. “I wouldn’t mind if it was by you.”

“Cheesy.”

“You know I’m by your side, right? Whatever you do, I’ll help you and stick with you. I’ll even help pick out a cute picture to be your reveal if you’re just going to post it on Instagram or something.”

Y/n smiled and turned around in his embrace, back against the railing as she looked up at him. “You know you’re kinda stuck with me, right?” she countered. “I was already going to make you help me pick a picture.”

Dream smiled like he won the lottery, and somehow this conversation went from dreadful to exciting. Strange that that tended to be the case when Dream was involved; he somehow made everything a little more bearable. “I’m honored. But you look hot in every picture I’ve ever seen of you, so it’s going to be tough deciding on just one.”

“I can’t stand you.”

“Would you be able to stand me if I kissed you right now?”

“I love how this started as you about to cry because my ex-boyfriend wants to tell the world my name and face and it’s ending with you wanting to kiss me.”

“...Is that a no?”

“No, kiss me.”

He smiled and leaned down, placing his lips against hers gently, sweetly, for the briefest moment, before standing back up and cupping her face with one hand.

“The sooner I post, the better, right? Since he could probably do it any time?”

Dream stared at her lips while she talked but nodded. “Yeah, we probably should go do that now.”

Y/n nodded and leaned up to give him one more small kiss before dragging him back inside. “We’ll choose tonight and I’ll post it tomorrow morning. I don’t want to rush.”

“I did it,” Y/n whispered, opening Dream’s bedroom door and stepping inside quickly. He looked up from his book. “I couldn’t wait. Oh, god, I did it.” She posted her face reveal sooner than intended, hoping less of the world would be awake to see it, but as she refreshed her tweet, the numbers raced higher and higher. “Oh, god. What if that was a mistake?”

“It wasn’t,” Dream reassured quickly, opening his arms and welcoming her to sit with him, which she did immediately, both of them leaning against the headboard.

“Reply to my tweet so I don’t look like a loser,” she begged, making Dream laugh but comply. She buried her face in his shoulder and watched him reply to her tweet as if he wasn’t sitting right next to her. He set his phone on the nightstand and she followed, turning off the phone and burying her face in her hands.

“Hey, it was a good thing. Now, what’s-his-name can’t hold it over you. You’re one step closer to being free from him.”

“I feel like I’m never going to be free from him,” she admitted, her words muffled by her hands but Dream understood her clear as day.

“I know. I know how that feels, Bug, I really do. But I promise it gets better.”

She looked up at him and nodded. “I trust you. Part of me is so relieved that it’s over with but… I feel like shit knowing part of it was done because of him. I have wanted to face reveal for a while but he’s the reason I chose now. I hate it.”

“Hey, you did it because you wanted to. He just helped you pick a time.”

She sighed, frustrated and sad. Dream turned to her, crossing his legs so he could face her as he placed a hand on her knee. “You’re allowed to be mad at him, obviously. You were kinda forced to do it now, but why not focus on the positives of this situation? Don’t let him take up any more of your mind. Plus, you told everyone how someone threatened to doxx you, so if he starts trying to tell bullshit stories to make you look bad, once they know it’s him they’ll know he’s an asshole liar and won’t listen to him. It’ll all be okay.”

She nodded. “You’re right.” Dream waited to see if she was still panicking while she was lost in her thoughts. “Do you think people are responding well?”

He smiled. “Of course. They got to see how hot you are.”

“Shut up, simp.”

One thing she loved about Dream was that he was clearly whipped for her, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. Every time she called him out for liking her, it only encouraged his behavior more and she would notice him staring at her more intently, more lovingly.

It made it hard to not want to kiss him all the time.

“Thank you,” she said softly into the night air, shoulder pressing into Dream’s as they sat side by side.

He turned to look at her. “For what?”

“Being there for me. You’re kinda cool.”

He laughed through his nose. “Has anyone ever told you you can be kinda emotionally constipated sometimes?”

She laughed and nodded. “Occasionally.”

“Unluckily for you, I’m not, and I feel like being sappy right now because I’m so proud of you.”

“Oh, please don’t–”

“You are very kind and seem to always know how to brighten people’s moods without even realizing it. You make me smile when you talk to me about literally anything. Like, the other day you asked me what kind of pizza I wanted and I swear my heart skipped four damn beats.”

“Why are you being like this out of nowhere?” Y/n laughed but he wasn’t done.

“Get used to it. You are so sweet and every time I think I’m used to it, you go and do something even sweeter. Like you bought all those stupid little, oh what are they called? The things you flip and they pop up?”

“Poppers? That’s what I’ve always called them.”

“Yeah! You bought a bunch of poppers even though they annoy the shit out of you just because you thought Tubbo might like them.”

“I should have known Karl and Alex would steal them and try to scare me with them.”

“It’s random things like that that just… you’re incredible. Really. Everything you do is so selfless and you’re also so funny and crazy smart and I swear on my life as much as it pisses me off when you beat me in Geoguessr, it’s also insanely hot.”

Y/n laughed loudly at the abrupt compliment, hiding her face behind her sleeve. “Okay–”

"I like that you know who you are and aren't afraid of it. You're confident in the most humble way and it's really endearing. You always seem so sure of yourself and know what you want from life and you get it. You work so hard and you don't get nearly as much recognition as I think you should—"

"Biased."

"—but you still treat everything like you have more than you could ask for even though you deserve so much more. You're such a genuine person and I think that's in part because, like I said, you know who you are. You're not afraid to speak your mind because your mind is brilliant."

Y/n smiled and looked back at Dream, whose eyes softened at her face.

"I also like how you make me feel when you look at me like that."

His speech seemed to end so she smiled, softly whispering a thank you. She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, which he chased after with a frown when she pulled away.

“What was that for?” he asked, a huge smile that she loved to be the cause of.

"You didn't say anything about my looks."

Dream's face dropped. "Wait, Bug, you're also very, very, very, beautiful. And I promise I'm not saying that just because—"

"Clay," she interrupted. "It's a good thing."

He paused. "It is?" His fingers twitched and she reached out to grab his hand, his large hands immediately wrapping around hers like she was water in a desert.

"My ex, um," she cleared her throat as she started her explanation, "you know how I said he always told me he was the only person who could ever like me, or whatever? Well, more specifically, he always told me the only thing I had going for me was my looks."

"Bug..."

"So, I guess it's ironic and relieving in a way that you, um, that of all the things you said you like about me, that being pretty wasn't on there."

"Because there's so much more to you," he promised.

"I think I know that now."

"So... would you like me to not comment on your looks anymore because of what that jackass said?"

Y/n shook her head. "No, no, I actually really like it when you call me pretty." Her face heated up at her own words and Dream smiled.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her nose before resting their foreheads together. "Now tell me all the things you like about me?"

Y/n smiled at his joke but obliged, knowing he wasn't expecting a real answer. "You're so gracious and supportive to all your friends and you're very charming and funny, and you always check on everyone and—"

"Okay!" Dream leaned back and laughed. "I was just joking! Don't actually tell me. Not now, at least."

"Good, it was starting to get too mushy, that was embarrassing.”

"Agreed. Tell me things you like about me but make it memes."

Y/n laughed. "I like that you're sooo good at Minecraft and that you're someone who's actually taller than me. You're one in 7.5 trillion, baby."

Dream laughed loudly but Y/n noticed the pink dusting his cheeks. "I like that you're tall too."

He shifted to lay down, his head laying next to her leg as he looked up at her. “Wanna sleep in here?”

She frowned but laid down next to him. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I’m too anxious thinking about how people are responding to my tweet.”

Dream smiled mischievously. “I can think of a few other things we could do.”

“You have a dirty mind.”

His face contorted in confusion then turned to one of fake disgust. “Oh, ew! Bug, that’s not at all what I was implying! Ewww, you’re the gross one! I was going to suggest we talk about our favorite things in space.”

She laughed loudly. “Yeah, sure. I think Jupiter is pretty cool.”

“I’m lying, can I kiss you?” he deadpanned. “I’m too tired to talk and you’re pretty.”

“I can’t believe you only like me for my looks…” Y/n joked, but Dream’s face fell. “Too soon to joke about?”

“Yes. It makes me want to punch a wall.”

“How are you going to do that if you’re too busy kissing me?”

Dream smiled and sat up halfway, resting on his elbow and leaning down to kiss Y/n. “You’re dumb,” he said pulling away for a moment.

She chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

“There she is!” Karl giggled as Y/n entered the kitchen, covering a yawn as she grabbed a mug and Dream’s box of tea. Maybe she had a thing for it now. Sue her.

“Looking for me?”

“Yes. Where have you been, young lady?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You were not in your room last night,” Karl accused pointedly.

“Sure I was,” Y/n countered lazily. “Where else would I have been?”

“With Dream.”

She looked at him quickly and frowned. “Uh, no. Weirdo.”

“You sure? After all the looks you two give each other and all the giggling and secrets and–”

“Stop,” she hissed quietly, a giggle behind her words that she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried. She jumped on the island counter as George walked in, heading straight for the kettle.

“Are you making tea already?” he asked.

“Yeah, there’s enough water in there if you want some too.”

“Epic,” he yawned, slumping against the counter as he grabbed a bagel and cream cheese. George, bless him, was blissfully unaware of the teasing going on behind his back and looked way too tired to care. At the silence in the room, he looked over his shoulder just as Y/n mouthed at Karl to shut up, who was hiding giggles behind a sweater paw. “What’s happening?”

Y/n blurted, “Nothing!” at the same time Karl answered with a question. “George, guess where our sweet Bugsy slept last night?”

Y/n groaned and covered her face in her hands. “Karl, shut up.”

George took a large bite of his breakfast and his words struggled to get past the pastry. “I’m guessing… not your room?”

Karl giggled maniacally as an answer.

"How do you even know?" Y/n asked as she dropped her hands to her lap and looked at her best friend. Her eyes darted to the living room adjacent to the kitchen, where Sapnap and Quackity were messing around. George was the only European awake but that's because his sleep schedule was already completely messed up. The others were getting used to the jet lag still.

“Well, I barged in to tackle you for randomly face revealing – congratulations, by the way, I’m so proud of you–”

“Oh, yeah, good job,” George butted in.

Karl continued without missing a beat. “–but I waited for you to come back because I figured you were having a deep conversation with Dream and didn’t want to interrupt. But it took so long and I was so tired so I went to bed.”

“So? Maybe I went back to my room right after you went to bed?”

"Naomi texted me asking where you were at, like, four," Karl deadpanned. "I saw it this morning. She must've woken up in the middle of the night to you still not there."

Y/n felt her cheeks flame up as she thought about what she was doing at four a.m. Completely innocent things! With... a certain........ boy.........

"So you're gonna use Naomi's sleepy mind to recall where I was? You know how she is when she just wakes up. It's like she's drunk."

Y/n caught the way George's lips turned up at that and made a mental note to tease him for it later. Right now, she had her own tracks to cover.

“Where is she, by the way?” you asked.

“In your room doing her makeup,” Karl answered. “Which you would know if you woke up there! You've basically admitted that you weren't in your room, so just tell us where you were," Karl bargained. "Did you pull an all-nighter with someone? Go skinny dipping? Sleep in the arms of a handsome–"

Karl didn't finish because he got slapped in the arm, making him laugh. Y/n couldn't help but glance at the living room again as if Sapnap and Quackity would suddenly hear the teasing over their own loud noise and join the interrogation party. She couldn’t handle 4/5 teasing her at once. Maybe she was just worried the overall chaos would wake up Dream and he would walk in mid-conversation.

"So you were with a boy?" George laughed, suddenly more awake. "Karl, I wonder who it could have possibly been! I can't think of a single person Y/n might be interested in." Sarcasm was thick in his voice as he beamed at Y/n, suddenly waking up since George loved to gossip.

Y/n's face scrunched with the use of her name and George's face softened in apology. She still wasn't used to all her friends knowing her name and face.

"Maybe we should ask–"

Karl's words were cut off again, this time by the appearance of the man who he was about to mention.

Y/n's face caught fire again as she watched Dream look around the living in confusion, one hand stuck in his unruly hair and one in the pocket of his hoodie. His squinted eyes scanned the living room, then wandered to the kitchen where he finally met Y/n's eyes. His confused look softened and he pretended like he wasn't obviously just looking for her. Y/n kept watching as he made a joke to Sapnap, who suddenly realized his friend was there and kicked Dream from the floor.

Y/n turned back to Karl and George, who were looking at her with shit-eating grins on their faces. Their faces were dead giveaways that they had been talking about him.

"Wipe those stupid looks off your faces."

"What looks?" George laughed. "We aren't doing anything!"

"You are both the human incarnation of 'colon capital D."

Karl lifted his tattooed hand and made a circle with his thumb from his pointer finger to recreate the face. He cackled loudly and her face only gained warmth. He was drawing too much attention to them. Why was she so embarrassed for him to find out they were talking about him when he so obviously liked her?

"Hello," Dream said slowly as he approached the trio. Just as her eyes were glued to him, his were to her.

"Hi, Dream. Sleep well?" George teased, earning a subtle kick from Y/n.

"Sorry, leg twitched." She smiled through her teeth. After a few beats of silence, she looked up to see George and Karl looking at each other awkwardly and Dream still staring at her.

"What was that, Quackity? You need us?" Karl asked loudly.

"Coming!" George followed and they left the kitchen. Y/n pulled her hoodie collar over her mouth like always, trying to hide subtly.

Dream walked towards her but rested his hands on the island counter to her left, methodically pounding the granite softly. "Hi."

"Hi," she squeaked after a pause. Despite her nerves and fear and confusion, she had a big smile plastered on her face.

"How did you sleep?" he asked innocently.

Her mind raced at his question. Better than she had ever slept in her entire life, honestly. Nothing like being curled up against a 6'3 boy who happened to make her heart race with every look. She settled on, "Good. You?"

"Like a baby,” he smiled. “Except, it would have been better if you hadn’t left.”

She smiled. “I was hungry.”

“What did you have?” he asked, hopping on the counter next to her, hands between his legs and thigh pressed against hers. Similar to the night they kissed for the first time.

“I’m waiting for my tea to finish before I figure out what I want to eat.”

“Tea?” he asked. “Did you steal mine?”

“I’ll buy you more.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just proud I converted you.”

Y/n laughed and hopped off the counter as the kettle started whistling. “George!” she called. “The water is ready!”

George wandered in a few moments later, eyeing the two suspiciously as Y/n poured him a cup of hot water.

“Hey, I never said George could have any of my tea,” Dream protested as he watched the Brit dig through Dream’s box of teabags.

“Didn’t ask,” George responded, grabbing his mug and a teabag, smiling cheekily at Dream. “Bugsy said yes, and what she says goes.”

“That’s fair,” Dream agreed, smiling at her. She rolled her eyes and opened a teabag for herself, looking up just as George headed for the stairs. Part of her knew he was going to her room to hang out with Naomi. Cute.

With them alone again, Dream leaned back on his hands, observing Y/n cautiously. “What’s on your mind?” she asked softly, noticing the seriousness in his eyes.

He hesitated, licking his lips before shaking his head. “I’ll tell you later. When there are fewer people.”

She raised an eyebrow. “We can go out to the dock if you want. No one is outside right now.”

Dream glanced out the window at the dock, the lake water still and vacant. “Yeah, let’s go. It’s chilly out though, grab a jacket.”

“I’ll trade you,” she bargained. When he raised his eyebrows at her, a smile on his lips, she wasn’t embarrassed to elaborate. “The ones you gave me don’t smell like you anymore.”

“Simp. Deal.”

They met back at the front door, where they handed each other a hoodie. It was admittedly very cheesy, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when she got to bundle up in a hoodie that smelled like Dream. He held her tea as she put on her shoes and they slipped out of the house undetected.

Despite their friends definitely knowing they liked each other, Y/n wasn’t sure how much Dream was okay with them knowing. Of course, Naomi knew everything, but Y/n didn’t know what the boys knew. She knew Dream liked her, but it was unclear whether he was just having fun or if maybe something could happen between them.

“Is this secluded enough for your big conversation?” Y/n asked lightheartedly after they finally sat down on the dock, shoes off and feet hanging in the cold water.

Dream laughed through his nose, clearly nervous. “Yeah.”

She frowned at his hesitance, placing her hand on his leg and squeezing lightly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just.” He took a deep breath and put his hand on hers. “I’m sure it’s obvious that I like you–”

She laughed and put her head on his shoulder, realizing this was going to be a good conversation. “Maybe a little.”

Dream laughed softly, seeming to ease up a little at her touch. “And I don’t know if– like, how much you want to work for… this,” he gestured between them, “because I know we don’t really live near each other, but I like you so much that it doesn’t really matter to me. I really like you, Y/n. Like, a scary amount.”

Y/n placed her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. “I like you a scary amount, too.”

“Really?”

“‘Really’, he asks the girl who hates people being in her personal space, who is currently laying on him,” she teased. “Yes, Dream. I really do like you. I wasn’t sure if you thought we were just having fun or something.”

He shook his head as he looked at her and she sat up. “I mean, it is fun. But I’m scared to go home and not get to hug you.”

Y/n pouted fondly at him. “You’re so cute.”

“I mean it!” he laughed. “I like you, don’t bully me about it.”

“I’m kinda dreading going home, too. At least you have Patches. I have Karl and Naomi the smotherers.”

Dream shook his head with a smile. “Oh, another thing. I wanted you to know... I know you have that whole thing about not thinking people can like people without seeing them but… It’s important to me that you know I don’t just like you for your looks. You are so pretty, but I definitely had a crush on you before you sent me a picture.”

“Really?” she asked, smiling.

He nodded, cheeks a light pink. He would blame the cold, but she knew it wasn’t that.

“I wanted to tell you sooner that I liked you, but I was worried you wouldn’t believe me because I didn’t even know what you looked like. But it didn’t matter to me.”

“What did you like about me?” she asked.

“Everything. You were just so nice and funny and sweet and it was so easy to talk to you about anything for hours. I was always so giddy when I found out you’d be joining a stream I was on or when you’d message me or anything like that. I still am.”

“It’s still weird to me, but the more I think about it, the more I’m pretty sure I kinda liked you before that FaceTime call. Which disproves my whole theory.”

“You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”

Y/n laughed loudly. “I’m my own worst enemy.”

Dream watched her laugh with a fond, lovesick smile.

“What are you thinking about now?” she asked teasingly, seeing his bright smile.

“Will you be my girlfriend, Bug? We can plan visits like twice a month at least or whenever we have time. I’m pretty sure it’s only about a nine-hour drive, which seems like a lot but I’d have no problem driving that. It still wouldn’t be enough but it’s better than not being able to see you at all.”

Y/n cut him off by grabbing his chin and turning his face to her. He stopped as they looked at each other. “Of course, Dream. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

He smiled so big, she was sure his face was hurting. But it fell as she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him gently.

Maybe her asshole ex would make up things to turn her fans against her. Maybe she would go crazy never being able to see her boyfriend. Maybe her career would fall apart and her deepest fears would come true.

Or maybe, with Dream on her side rooting for her, along with all her friends, maybe everything would be okay.

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