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journeywynter · 1 year

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Nowhere I'd Rather Be

Pairing: DreamWasTaken x GN!Reader (romantic)

Category: Fluff, a little angst maybe?

Word Count: 1,688

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hearts4dwt · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 | 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

SUMMARY: a few weeks ago, the fiancée of your cousin passed due to a virus that makes its rounds around the kingdom. on your way across the ocean to the palace of your cousin, your ship has an intercourse with the infamous nightmare.

WARNINGS: violence, mentions of death

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

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER

The soft glow of the sun seems to lay a veil of stars upon the ocean, as you feel the warm rays engulf your body tightly, standing at the head of the ship beside your guard. Due to the wind your hair seems to blow in every direction, blocking your sight from the nothingness of sea you’re travelling across. It has been hours since the ship took off, time seems to stretch for as long as it can — your feet crave the touch of safe ground, not the swinging back-and-forth, the gentle cradling, of the boat.

Just a few minutes ago your captain had announced it was only four miles left until you'd arrive on land, at the new-built Harbor located at the coast of your cousin's country, that was once your brother's, before he passed away.

Your cousin and his late fiancée, a noble lady of wealthy house, had made the best out of this kingdom. Although, now, after her early passing he seemed to fall down a hole of misery, and nobody was there to catch him, nor to heave him out. Not only he took harm of this: the people seemed to be tainted by the grief just as much.

You, on the other hand, had no time to grieve. To be honest, you didn’t really know what you felt — the whole situation was quite confusing in your position, as you never really got to know the woman. You had seen her once or twice, exchanged a few polite smiles and some meaningless chitchat, but you didn’t have a deep, emotional connection.

Nonetheless, you travelled across the ocean for her funeral, not only to give her your respect, but to give your cousin your respect and condolences as well.

You didn’t know anything about sailing, to be honest, and you never cared enough to learn it — although, you knew your ancestors had only come so far through their business of putting and selling ships of great quality. You felt bad only a little, though, it never really consumed you.

And although you knew so little about it — the only thing you could remember your grandfather teaching you were a bunch of different types of knots — you knew that the signs the spyglass-man above you gave the helmsman were anything but good.

You could feel a pit forming in your stomach as you watched the men on the ship hurry from place to place, uneasiness crawling up your spine, arising goosebumps on your smooth skin.

Eventually, it got too much, and the curiosity overcame you. Turning to your guard, whose face was also written with nervousness, you opened your mouth.

"What is going on?" Your heard yourself ask, voice slightly coarse from not speaking so long. He turned his head away from the anxious crew to look at you, sighing as he shrugged his shoulders.

"No idea."

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned away from him to the front, and now it finally caught your eye: a huge, dark ship was only miles away from yours, the Wallflower.

You would never mistake this ship. You had heard too many rumours about it — everyone had. It‘s stories jumped around the kingdom like a disease, venom crawling into the people's heads, making them frightened for their life.

The crew really lived up to their ship‘s name — The Nightmare. It was exactly that, a nightmare. The people they'd capture were never heard from again — their names were only legends among the men on land now, a whisper brought out in fear The Nightmare would come for those who spoke of the captured as well.

They hoist their flag with pride, their sails with spur and tumble across the ocean like ice, letting the other ships know they are coming exactly for them.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, swiftly turning around before you marched forward fiercely towards the captain, who stood beside his helmsman on the platform. Discarding the scarf that was tightly hugging your throat, shielding you from any cold breeze, you came to a stop after you conquered the staircase.

The captain turned to you with raised eyebrows and a taunting curl of his lips down, eyes flying over your body. You were wearing a gown, usual for a princess, wrapped in a warm coat as jewellery hung around your neck. The uneasiness in you grew as he eyed you, before opening his mouth.

"What is it, your highness?" He sneered, voice tight and squeaky, emphasising the title with all his willpower. He only barely managed to tower over you, thin, short legs not as long as yours, which was quite sad, to be honest, seeing as you weren't that tall yourself. Compared to the usual men at sea, at least. You fought the grimace crawling up your face, slightly amused and at the same time disgusted at the way he wanted so desperately to show off.

"What is happening?" Your words came out steady compared to his. The other corner of his mouth curled up into a taunting grin, which now arouse slight anger inside you. You didn’t catch the nervous glances the helmsman was now sending his captain, and neither did said man.

"I don’t know? You tell me, your highness." He said and you were still able to hear the mocking undertone, frown overtaking your face. "Everything is as it is supposed to be."

It was not. This was confirmed only a second after this thought occurred to you.

"Uh, captain, sir," the helmsman brought out hesitantly and soon enough, you heard manly groans behind you, messy yelling and iron clanking against one another. You felt your heart skip a few beats, and out of fear, you didn’t dare to turn around, hoping what you were thinking was a lie and there wasn’t even a hint of the Nightmare's crew, that was slowly but surely taking over your ship.

However, your plan of 'ignoring until it’s gone' didn’t turn out so good — in fact, it was actually very, very stupid. You spotted a man with long, blonde curls and sword in his hands trotting up the staircase behind the captain and his helmsman, wicked grin tugging at his lips and an even more evil glint in his ocean blue eyes.

You wanted to move — really, you did — but the fear brewing inside you held you back, restraining you as much as possible. You saw his gaze fall onto you, smirk now stretching over his face as he quickly turned away, let out a whistle to his back, before turning around again.

This didn’t go unnoticed by the captain though, and after you saw his eyes widening, almost popping out of their holes, he snapped around and grabbed the sword out of his Holster. The blonde was just about to strike him down, however, the Captain was fast enough to bring up his sword to clank it against his and eventually they would move to fight down below alongside the others. Still, you remained in your place, completely mortified, sharing a look with the helmsman who seemed just as scared.

You tumbled back a little, vision getting blurry, until you felt a strong presence behind you, drawing a gasp as you felt a blade being pressed against the soft flesh on your bare neck, just above your necklace. Your body tensed, heart picking up speed and nearly thumping out of your chest — you were sure the person behind you could hear and feel it beat rapidly. Needless to say you were scared for your life.

"Don’t move now, princess." A smooth voice called out from behind you in a whisper, drawing another small gasp from you, which made him let out a chuckle to your misery. You could feel his hot breath on the back of your neck as he (you assumed he was a man) pressed the blade further onto your throat, his hand flying up to your arm, holding you in place as he tilted your head with his dagger on your chin to look at you. You could feel his gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips as you let your eyes fall shut, nose scrunching up in fear.

"Don’t be scared," his voice called out again lowly, barely above a whisper, this time directly into your ear as he drew the dagger back to your throat and added even more pressure than before. You almost let out a whimper, but managed to collect yourself as you gulped down your fear and braced yourself. He guided you with his other hand that wasn’t holding the blade, dragging you to turn around, eyes catching up on the Wallflower's crew slowly but surely being killed by The Nightmare's. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut again, but he prevented you by pressing the blade even closer.

"Don't," his voice was firm now, his body pushing against yours to move you forward.

"I want you to watch."

a/n: hope u enjoyed this first chapter <3

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twixill · 2 years

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` ⌇🥛₊˚ɞ・i think I like when it rains ` dwt x reader ♡ -fluff

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` SWF ` she/her/ you/you're pronouns `

warnings: use of dream's real name, swearing < nothing else I'm aware of! >

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laying down in your bed with a fluffy throw-on blanket and patches your boyfriend's cat right next to you sleeping, you were scrolling on TikTok endlessly, hearing loud laughs coming from the room over from your boyfriend, you were guessing he was on call with his friends playing random games, it was absolutely pouring outside hearing the rain on the windows and every other minute maybe some thunder.

You personly loved it when it rains, but clay would always complain about the rain, you tried your hardest to make him enjoy the rain.

You then stumble on a video on your fyp saying "asking my boyfriend to kiss me under the rain" you smile seeing the cute couple

Zoning out, and get an idea, you pull the one blanket off your legs, you head out the room and knock on clays recording room, hearing faint footsteps coming closer to the door, clay swings the door open his hair was a bit messy, his headphone was resting on his neck, he was wearing a plain grey sweater and some black sweat pants with some Nike Air Forces.

a warm smile growing on his face, "yeah?"

"Nothing...just bored," you say softly while walking inside the room

you hear clays footsteps walk back towards his computer and sits down in his chair, "if you need anything just tell me love"

You turn to see him, he puts his headphones on and unmutes his mic.

You get your laptop and mouse from the other table, you stop in your tracks while thinking, and turn back at clay grabbing a chair and pulling it closer next to clay and place your laptop on the bean bag. Clay looks at you and innocently grins.

you watch clays screen for over 1 hour, 1 hour filled with laughter.

You had patches on your lap and a Capri Sun in your hand

"it's still damn raining..." clay looks at the window to his side,

"is it really?" you gasp with that one idea coming back to your head. "can we pleaseee go in the rain!!" you beg him

"you want to go in the rain?!?! it's fucking pouring out there" he looks at you and back at the window.

"Uhm, YEAH? we can DANCE IN THE RAIN...and... RUN IN THE GRASS" you get excited trying to get him to maybe say yes

"do you really want to go in the rain..." clay says trying to keep a straight face

with the brightest smile on your face, you nod

clay sighs and says goodbye to all his friends he was on the call with and shuts his computer off.

You happily get out of your chair and run to put your shoes on, you hear clay laughing at how dumb you're acting for rain as if you never went in the rain before

you wait for clay at the front door "HURRY UPP"

"JeSUS I'm coming I'm trying to find better shoes " he yells from our room

He speed walks to our front door and I open the door, I see it absolutely POURING "I never saw it rain this damn hard before"

"wanna kiss under the rain" he sarcastically says and laughs

I gasp so loud "CAN WEE?! COME HERE"

clay laughs as he walks closer to you, he grabs your hips with one hand the other slowly coming closer to your jaw with his thumb on your cheek, you both smile and lean closer to each other, and you close your eyes as you guys kiss, the kiss started off short and sweet, clay depends the kiss to be more passionate, you put your arms around his neck, you guys pull away and smile, you put your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

"I think I like when it rains." clay says softly while kissing your cheek.

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hatchetislostpog · 6 months

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c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.

Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?

c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing

#dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x reader #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x you #dwt x reader #c!dream x reader #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp x you #dsmp headcanon #dsmp dream

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3

⇝ARTIC COLD.

CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.

SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.

WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!

A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! <33

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

MASTERLIST.

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You were used to travelling at this point.

Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.

And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.

After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.

Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.

It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.

But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"You look like a penguin."

George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.

"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."

"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.

"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.

"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.

"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.

Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.

He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.

It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.

It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.

And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.

"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"

"Wait, that's possible!?"

Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.

"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.

"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.

"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.

"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.

"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.

But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.

The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.

Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.

Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.

After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.

But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.

"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."

You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.

"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.

"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"

"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."

You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.

You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.

"Wh-"

"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."

You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.

"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.

"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.

"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."

"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.

"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.

"Truce?"

The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.

Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.

"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."

"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.

"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.

"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.

"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.

"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.

His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.

"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.

Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.

His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.

And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?

Maybe he was deluded.

That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-

What?

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.

Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.

And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.

He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.

"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.

His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.

"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.

"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.

He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.

Fuck.

You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.

You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.

But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.

Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.

"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."

"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"

The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.

"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"

Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.

"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."

"Great! Here, let me hel-"

"You can just share with me."

Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.

"That's fine, right?"

"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.

"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.

"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."

Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.

After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.

"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.

"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.

A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.

"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.

"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.

You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.

"You got it?"

"Yep."

Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.

"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.

That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!

"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"

"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.

"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."

"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"

"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.

You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.

But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.

Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.

"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.

"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.

"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.

After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.

You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.

"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.

"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.

You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.

You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.

You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.

"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.

"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."

He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.

"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."

"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."

It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.

Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.

"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"

You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.

"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."

Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.

"In a non-platonic way."

"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.

"Please say somet-"

"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.

"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."

You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."

He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.

"Holy shit."

And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.

"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.

"Yes. Yes please."

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imagines-babes · 9 months

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Cherry Hills (Dream)

Helloo,hello hello thank you for 96 followers and the likes on the story. I truly appreciate it.The story is mainly about jealousy mostly. The song is, ‘Cherry Hills, by Russ. Also if anyone is name Jodi I am sorry for using your name. I hope you appreciate it and see you next week. Also, leave a request if you want

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I would never admit it to him or to anyone. Deep down I am jealous. Jealous how he can get any person he want. Have a whole crowd. He tried to apologize but it never ended right. One girl i was jealous of. Jodi. She would alway touch his arm. Play with his hair. He never stopped her. Never moved away from her. He stayed next to her like a puppy. I watched every time that would happen. She would look at me and give a smile. More of a smirk. She knew what she was doing. Every time I would ask if something was up between them he always says no. But my gut knew thats a lie. So she invited us to a party. He said yes without asking. I trust him but tonight something gonna happen. I knew before we even went in to the party.

The lights were flickering as the air smelled like smoke and beer. The music played from the living room. We both went in. He would hold my hand and says to get close and stay with him. But as soon as she saw him next to me. She grab his arm bringing him to the kitchen for beer. There I stood under the lights trying to see him in the kitchen. He wasn't there. Making my way to the crowd to where he was. Only to see beers in everyone hand, couple making out and shouting to chug a keg. I tried to look around once more till I was in front of the keg. The man next to me gave me a tube. If this night was gonna end bad as I felt before might just make it worse right now. Starting to kneel giving a nod to let the beer flow. The crowd formed around me with the chants, 'CHUG, CHUG,CHUG,' repeating over and over. He turned it off at 5 minutes as I stood giving a shout. People hands were up and applauding. My worries started to drown. Making me way back to the living room. The music started to play. Everyone was up against each other with the light's changing. Little by little started to come as a blur. My eyes started to wonder till I notice Jodi up against someone. I didn't get to see the person face. I just thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Feeling someone dance up against me. The music started to took over me. I just let loose.

No more the 30 minute, the music for me drowned out as I notice him walking up to me. Midway to a song, the lights change once again to uv lights. He approached me with the lips on his mouth glowed. Trying to get my attention, moving his neck to the side to see the same lipstick there once again. I was scared to look any further. Jodi went against him. Noticing her lipstick smear. She just smiled at me. That same smile as if she gotten what she wanted from someone. I knew from an instant what happened. Bringing my hand up to slap him. Walking out the party with him calling me from behind. 'Y/n, please let me explain.' Clay tried to run to me. 'Explain. Explain how her lips and your were smeared with the same exact color. How your neck has been kissed on,' this was how the night going to end. He never cared for me. He wanted to come to have sex with her. That jealousy rise inside me. 'It's not like that,' he said once. That's a lie. He is a liar. Stopping as I turned to slap him once again. He caught my arm before it happened. Then I tried the other. 'You are a liar. You told me not to worry. You told me she is a friend. You left me at a party while you were with her.' Looking at the guilt in his eyes. He knew I was right. There was no rebuttal to his actions. His actions were the ones that led us to this moment. Us both on the sidewalk and he held my hands down for i not to slap him. He didn't have a rebuttal. Slowly he let go of his hand. I stare at his face. 'You didn't stop her. You both were sober. So don't say you had drinks. I drank for 5 minutes straight of beer. You were sober. So if you wanted to see how further the two of you could go. Go for it. Do anything you want. I'm tired of hiding that jealous from you. I would slap you once more but there no point to it. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart I hope you both go to hell.' My eye started to water as we stare not blinking for a second. I left him standing their on the sidewalk while i walk away. Never hoping to see him again.

That was over a a few months, he thought about that moment. How he lost what he truly loved. How there relationship was. He missed her feeling towards him. He blamed himself and he had every right to blame himself. He lost her. Now she is happy. Happy how her life came to be after him. Once and while she would think of Clay. She wished him the best on whatever he might be doing. But she never wanted to feel that pain again or that jealousy she had. She is free and she loved that for herself.

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mommy vibes

dreamwastaken x fem!reader

WARNINGS- smut, subby!dream, domish!reader, characters are 18+ and in college, heavy degradation, virgin dream, just porn basically, face riding, handjob, cum play, reader is kind of mean ngl, and a bit slutty but good for her. 18+.

SUMMARY- you decide to have some fun with your inexperienced best friend.

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“do you think i'm pretty dream?” your sweet voice suddenly broke through the comfortable silence, causing dream to jump like a frightened little cat though not particularly because of your voice but more so because of the question. his head snapped up to look at you laying on your stomach next to him, green eyes wide in alarm and face already flushed.

you didn’t even understand how pretty you were it drove him crazy, soft lips looking so glossy and kissable, cute nose that he always had the urge to peck and your eyes, god your eyes got to him the most. so wide and pretty, always expressing how you feel through only a look and he always fell for them looks, the way you would pout and widen your sparkling eyes when you wanted him to do something for you forever had him running to deliver you the world at your feet in an instant. of course he couldn’t tell you all of this, no matter what he thought of you, no matter how he felt about you the shyness that comes with being near his astoundingly beautiful childhood best friend and life long crush always made him shrivel up in nerves.

dream gulped comically loud, looking at you like a deer caught in headlights which was honestly very usual for him, especially around you.

“it’s just a question dream, be honest with me.” you demanded of him, giving him that look that made him know that you would not accept him not answering this question and he knew he had to, otherwise he would face your wrath and fuck he did not want to face that.

“u-uh, i mean yeah y-you’re really pretty.” he wanted to say more, you’re beautiful, stunning, everything people want in a person, everything he wants in a person. but dream could never utter those words, not in this lifetime and not on this earth so he settled with the words he had stuttered out, not the truth he wanted to shower you in.

“hmm, do you really think so?” you almost purred at the praise, as custom when someone gave you a compliment you went heart eyed and all giddy, lip caught between your teeth while you looked at him in wonder and something almost akin to lust, but of course not! dream was many things, incredibly smart, so very handsome and most definitely strong however dumb was not one of them. he would never fool himself into believing that you would look at him the same way you looked at all the boys and girls who you teasingly flirted with, the boys and girls who he knew you would fuck because you would come back to him with swollen lips and ruffled clothes and with that look that had him squirming in envy that it was not him that caused it and it may never be. no, he would never mistake that because he was smart, yet still you’re next words contradicted his entire existence in a mere second. “do i turn you on?”

you know when you go to swallow something and it just makes you choke? the unavoidable coughs and sputters that actually really fucking hurt and make your throat all sore? that was him right now, except dream choked on air. on fucking air like an idiot and great, now he was coughing and his face was going red, all under your amused gaze. kind little you of course tried to help him the best you could with some soft pats to the back, it was all done in kindness and only a tiny bit of pity but the feeling of your small hand touching him through his thin shirt made it worse, so much embarrassingly worse until he was red in the face and heaving by the time he managed to calm down.

this was not how he expected his saturday evening to go, not at all. he thought you’d come over to study and it would be like normal, he thought you’d be here looking so beautiful and that you’d tease him as usual, he thought it’d be him secretly but not so secretly glancing at you anytime he could while you guys were studying on his bed like it always went but here you were spicing things up, shocking him like you always managed to do.

“you always have a boner when you’re with me dream, is it because of me?” dream’s cheeks darkened like never before at being called out like that, he really had thought he hid it well but all along you had known about the not so little problem you’re short skirts and tight tops always caused him. “c’mon i wanna know dream, do i make your dick hard.”

it seemed the universe was out to get him today, nothing but embarrassing moments upon embarrassing moments happening to him. it’d always been dream following after you everywhere you went, holding your books between classes and bringing you coffee every morning while he stuttered his way through his sentences, it’s how it always went ever since the 8th grade. and yes, he almost always did pop a boner because of you but he never thought you had noticed, apparently you had though you’d been nice enough to not call him out on it. that thought was even more embarrassing than the actual boner itself, knowing that you had noticed but just ignored it. fuck please somebody please strike him down he’s going to have a heart attack.

“u-uh,” dream stuttered, heart pounding in his ears as he tried to think of what to say that wouldn’t make you laugh in his face.

“it’s okay you know, kinda turns me on to be honest.” you shuffled closer to his body until you were kneeling between his legs and already it was too much for dream, your perfume mixed with the smell that was just you clouding his senses. “knowing that i turn you on so much you can’t help but get hard whenever you see me, it’s flattering really.”

his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed hard, hands sweaty and shaking as your hand crept up his leg. “do you want me to help you?”

your hand was already rubbing him through his pants before he could register what you had offered, not that he would deny you and you knew that. he was already rock hard before you even touched him, so achingly hard that it was tenting his pants. he swore he was in heaven right now, with your small hand teasingly rubbing him through his pants and your plump lips kissing his neck, he didn’t know how long it had been, probably less than a minute but it felt like 10 minutes before he realised how close he was. it happened so suddenly neither of you really expected it, one second dream had his head tilted back in pleasure as he enjoyed the sensation of your hand rubbing his length, not a single thought going through his dazed mind other than you and then the next second the overwhelming feeling of his orgasm hit him way too soon, pulling him into a dizzying high with your lips on his skin and hand making it all the more intense.

he struggled to even look at you after the pathetically premature but intense orgasm had washed over him, the way you were staring at him near primal as your hand still lightly rubbed his now darkened bulge. “do you want to fuck me dream?” you asked him with faux innocence, wide doe eyes staring into his like you had no idea what you were doing to him but he had a feeling you knew exactly what you were doing, he would never call you out on it though because he enjoyed it way too much. his head bobbed to your question, still not able to look at your pretty face from the embarrassment of cumming so quickly. “hm? look at me baby.”

the coo you let out when he peeked up at you made his heart flutter, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from being bitten so hard; he was a pretty sight for sure. “look at you, was it just my hand that done that to you?” and again he was too shy to look at you, head tilted down once again while he cursed himself and his non-existent will to not come so quickly in his head. “awe baby, you’re cute and all but i asked you a question and i expect an answer.”

god you really were something else, able to sound so sweet and powerful at the same time it never failed to make him swoon and bend to your will. so he nodded once again, stuttering out a quiet ‘yes’ because fuck did he want to.

“yeah? you wanna fuck my tight pussy but you just came in your pants when i barely touched you,” your voice was condescending, meant to make him squirm and paired with the sad pout on your lips it worked. “you’d cum before i even take your whole dick and that’s no fun is it. it’s not fun when you get to cum twice and i’m left unsatisfied.” you huffed and pouted, an over exaggerated look of sadness on your pretty features. “do you think you could make me cum?” it shocked dream, the question was so different from your demeanour, the dirty words spoken with a soft and curious tone that had his breath hitching in his throat. its not the most lewd thing you had said yet it still got to him the most.

truthfully dream wasn’t sure if he could, not only because he lacked the basic knowledge of how to make a girl cum beyond the porn he had seen but also because he knew that he would cum from the mere view of your pussy, god knows he wouldn’t last a second if he touched you and it made him feel ashamed. he's an astoundingly hot guy, albeit a bit nerdy, everyone thought he must be drowning in pussy everyday though that couldn't be further from the truth. but dream always gave his best in everything, would always make sure that he succeeded and was the best at everything so he was going to try his damned hardest to make the extremely hot girl in his bed proud.

“i-i’ll try my best!” dream said in a desperate attempt to prove himself, the determination sparkling in his eyes fading when your glossy lips pulled up into a smirk at his words. so easily you had made his burst of confidence disappear into nothingness with only your lips, instead replaced by the nervous and timid dream that always came out around you specifically.

“you’ll try your best, hmm,” you saw a golden opportunity with this, a hot guy with a more than perfect dick in front of you who was so eager to please you but had never pleased anyone other than himself before, you could teach him so much, show him how to please you and in turn you would please him. it was a win-win situation really. “okay.”

“o-okay?” dream stuttered out, stumped by your simple response to his embarrassingly eager promise. he watched you move away from your perch between his legs, letting out a loud gulp when you stood up and he saw that your skirt was resting higher on your smooth thighs than before.

“uh huh!” was all you offered before you lifted your sweater over your head, revealing your perky braless tits to him. dream practically choked on air the second he laid his eyes on the soft mounds, a painful whimper leaving him as he squeezed his eyes shut for a long second. he wanted to make sure this was real and actually happening, that you were really half naked in front of him however an even more painful sound escaped him when he opened his eyes, being greeted by the sight of you fully naked and crawling your way up the bed towards him.

his cock jumped visibly when you reached him, your small hands resting on his firm thighs and his breathing was more than unsteady at the teasing contact, coming out in heaving puffs as he willed himself not to cum once again. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that, would quite literally die of shame though right now he was finding it kind of hard to care when your naked body was so close to him, your hard nipples brushing up against his chest rendering him a flushed and horny mess much to your enjoyment.

just barely your lips brushed against his, so close to connecting with his, he only had to lean forward the tiniest bit and he would feel your plush lips against his own but alas dream was a coward, not having the confidence to actually do it so he just stared doe eyed and love struck as your sultry and somehow innocent looking eyes peered so closely into his.

“you have such nice lips dream,” you whispered, breath hitting his lips and seemingly warming his face that had ashamedly already been burning hot. “i wanna feel them on my pussy, can you do that for me?”

he nodded dumbly, eyes locked deeply as he stuttered out a breathy but sure ‘y-yes, i can,’ he had no idea how to eat a girl out, as you had probably guessed already but god knows he would die to have a taste of your pussy, experienced or not he was going to make you feel good. your head tilted cutely at his determined words, just staring into his glossy eyes before leaning closer so your noses brushed together.

“lay down.” the words were simple, easy to understand and said firmly in your angelic voice that he loved so much but it still confused dreams lust addled mind. even more so when you backed away from him, your warmth sadly torn away and it almost made him whine out loud.

still dream obeyed you immediately, eyes glued to you as he shuffled down the soft sheets under your admiring gaze until he was settled on his back, dick proudly tenting his pants and hands clenching the sheets in his hands in an attempt to rid the tingling need to touch your pretty body that was so close to him.

you bit your lip as your eyes took in his laid back form, it made him somewhat insecure to be analysed so closely, especially by you of all people but it all disappeared once he locked eyes with yours that were twinkling in wonder of all the things you could do with him.

he thought you were going to kiss him when you moved closer towards his head so he prepared himself to feel your soft lips against his, the heavenly plush pillows that kept him up at night but it never came, instead you pinned his shoulders to the bed and climbed onto his chest. dream of course had no fucking idea what you were doing and why you were currently straddling his chest but he’s not complaining! god no but he was curious, curious enough to timidly ask, “what are y-you uhm, what are you doing,” he stared up at you with wide eyes, laying uselessly limp under you while he tried to connect the dots in his head. you smirking at him like the cat that got the cream certainly didn’t help his bewilderment either.

“what do you think dream,” you said happily, shuffling up until you were hovering over his face, “i’m gonna make use of your pretty face and sit on it!”

once you had settled over his face dream waited patiently and nervously for your permission to start, his mouth was quite literally salivating at the view of your glistening pussy that was so temptingly close, swollen clit peeking out of your puffy folds and your juices coating the smooth skin, it was excruciating to be so close but not being able to do anything, or rather not knowing what to do really.

“you look so pretty underneath me dream,” his dilated eyes kept switching between your face and pussy, so obviously eager to taste you it made you giggle. “go on, do your best.”

with that he dove straight in, stumbling and inexperienced but determined to please you. the first taste of you was life changing for dream, dramatic yes but true nonetheless. the moan that escaped him was deep and loud, vibrating around the room as his tentative licks along your pussy turned more desperate and hungry the more he tasted you.

“don’t forget the clit dream, s’the best part.” you were already panting softly, hips humping along with his tongue you didn’t even seem to notice his trouble finding the little bud but once he did find it, god was your reaction worth it.

his hips jerked up when you let out a loud moan of his name, seeking some kind of stimulation but all he was met with was air. he would kill to feel your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, using him for your own pleasure and he would let you. his eyes rolled back at the thought of fucking you, he was thinking too far ahead he knew that he just couldn’t help his thoughts running wild.

his eyes ran along the smooth skin of your stomach and to your perky tits that were softly jiggling with your grinding before they settled on your face, eyes closed with your head tilted back and cute face scrunched in pleasure that he was causing, you just looked so pretty it made him whimper into your wetness and in turn made your eyes open to look down at the mess of a man between your thighs.

“mm, you like eating my pussy baby?” you hummed out in your soft voice, hazy with pleasure as you played with your soft tits and rocked against his tongue. “you’re humping the air like a desperate slut.”

your teasing giggle was cut off by a loud moan when dream took your clit between his lips and sucked hard at the swollen bud, the mouth that so often teased him now wide open and pouring out hot little whimpers that made his cock twitch madly. you tasted so sweet and so addictive, dream could just stay between your thighs for the rest of his life and he would be more than content living to serve you, you didn’t even have to touch him as long as he could touch you.

“you learn q-quickly,” dream grinned happily into your folds, eyes looking into yours for approval much like a puppy would when told to stay. he really was just a big puppy, so eager to please you and always following you around. “mm, fuck m’gonna cum,” you panted out, one hand moving from your chest to bury in his fluffy hair and he welcomed it, any bit of you touching him sent him into a pussy drunk fool who was so desperate to make you cum, so desperate to make you happy in any way possible.

with your high approaching dream went harder, fucking his tongue into your clenching hole and moaning against your clit, he still didn’t know exactly what he was doing, was still clumsy and curious in his approach but he felt like he was doing pretty good if your desperate humping and loud cries were anything to go by. he gained enough confidence to move his hands that had been clenched by his side the whole time to grip your hips, helping you rock against his mouth as you came on his tongue. the whole time his eyes were glued to your beautiful scrunched up face, not even acknowledging the tight grip you had on his hair or the juices covering his chin and cheeks because all he could focus on was how beautiful you looked above him mid-orgasm. like his own goddess for him to worship.

“fuck fuck fuck! so good dream, oh my god,” you near screamed out, balancing yourself with one hand on the headboard as you crumbled above him in sheer bliss. he didn’t slow down the hungry licks in the least, instead getting increasingly ravenous the more your sweet juices hit his taste buds. you both barely registered that he was cumming with you in the haze of your orgasm, ribbons on his cum covering his stomach and your back as he happily licked at your leaking hole until his whole mouth was devouring your pussy, just so he could catch every bit of your essence that leaked out of you.

it was quiet for a few minutes afterwards, dream still softly licking at your folds and suckling at your clit as you came down from your impressive high. he was ecstatic to say the least, proud as well because he had made you come, the first person he had ever been with let alone the first person he had ever seen naked and it had been you.

eventually you climbed off of his flushed face much to his reluctance. he wanted to keep you there forever, make you cum over and over again so he would be the only one you ever needed, the only one you ever wanted but that was not going to happen for obvious reasons.

“wow,” you breathed out, flopping next to his lax form on the bed. “you did really good dream, like really good. i didn’t even have to tell you what to do, holy shit.”

“you liked it?” the pride was overwhelming, he almost preened at the praise you gave him like the puppy he was. “did i make you feel good?”

“mhm,” you rolled over so half of your body was resting on his, hair falling in your face as you smiled at him. god his heart was going to beat through his chest he just knew it, swore it was going to explode when you pecked his lips in a way too quick kiss. “i gotta go dream, it’s late.”

fuck, no please don’t go. stay and let me make you come so much all you think about is me, make you come so much that you’ll love me back is what he wanted to say. he wanted to scream it out, not let you leave but it died in his throat when you kissed down his body only to lick up the cum that stained his skin and clothes. he so desperately wanted to say something, beg you to stay however your wet tongue on his body made him short circuit.

“mm, you taste so good,” you moaned, giving his clothed cock a kiss before you got up from the bed and started redressing. “this was fun dream, i have a lot more to teach you though so see you tomorrow!”

the whole time dream laid there in shock, in bliss and pleasure and happiness and so much more, he couldn’t even respond to you, could only watch your back as you skipped out of his room giddy with the orgasm you had just had. for hours after you had left he laid there, questioning if that had actually just happened; the taste of your juices lingering on his tongue proved that it actually had though and his cock plumped up with the thought of tomorrow on his mind.

A/N- okay so i’m kinda rusty and there are some places in this fic that i admit i detest. i feel so rusty like how???? sorry for disappearing for while i have alot of fics on the way and might post some drabbles tonight because i am in a dream mood lemme tell you :DDDD anyways enjoy ig sorry if there are any mistakes i’ll edit it in a few days byeee <33333

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