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nojey · 3 years

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reminiscing (fans 2)

dreamwastaken x streamer!reader

genre: angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): failed relationship, cursing

fans (part 1)

synopsis: after taking 6 months off from social media, you finally explain to your fans why you took so long and why you needed it.

go live. *click*

you watched as your chat strolled in and viewer count go up. your computer screen illuminating your face in the dark room as your webcam caught the nervous look. you were shaking your leg up and down, a habit you caught whenever you tried to calm yourself down.

“hi everyone, it’s been a while since my last stream, huh?” you dryly chuckled. “it’s been about.. 6 months since i last streamed and at this point i think i’ve taken enough time to correctly word how i’m going to tell everyone why i decided to take a break from streaming.” you said looking down at the ground and fiddling with your fingers.

“uh, donation notifications will be off for this stream and chat will be on emotes only because i really just want to focus on getting this out. but if you plan on donating, thank you so much, really, it means the world to me.” you said finally looking at your webcam and smiling a bit. you read a chat and answer, “yes, i’m doing okay. i just have a big announcement i want to say after i tell you guys why i took a break.”

you took a deep breath in and started. “ over a year ago, almost 2, i met this guy through a friend and we started talking. it was very little at the beginning but as little as it was, his texts always made me smile.” you scratched the back of your neck. “and as time went on, we started talking more and more and he just became part of my daily routine. when i woke up i’d see a good morning text from him, we’d spend most of our day being on the phone with each other, i was even on facetime with him most of my streams but i had an airpod under my headset so you couldn’t really see it, i almost always fell asleep on facetime with him. i really fell for this guy.” you fondly smiled, looking at your desk, where your phone used to be propped up and you would see clays face just looking at you.

“then we started streaming together. ‘omg he’s a streamer too’ yeah, and a lot of you probably know who i’m talking about at this point but i still won’t disclose who it is. i uh, got a lot of messages from you guys telling me that i looked super happy that stream and i was. i was always happy when i talked to him. but along with those messages i also got a lot of hate, telling me to stay away from him. it didn’t really bother me because i always get hate when i stream with my guy friends; i was used to it.” you said, taking a sip from your water then wiping the side of your eye as it teared up.

“and today... i’ll be going on the dream smp! with the man himself, dream. dream, say hi now.” you introduced, you waited a few seconds but was only met with silence. you grabbed your phone and sent him a voice message, “clay! you’re on deafen! introduce yourself!” you screamed into your phone. dream then took himself off deafen and said. “hi (y/s/n)’s chat! i’m dream, i’ll be showing (y/n) around the smp today and we’re gonna get started on their house.” you smiled fondly when you heard him speak. “yeah! what dream said!”

so you both logged into the dream smp, said hi to sapnap, and dream gave you a tour. you then started building your house in a forest, quite far from everyone else, “i don’t want anyone bothering you or ruining your house when you’re not on.” he explained. you told dream you wanted to build a cottage so if anyone does end up stumbling upon it, it looks welcoming to them. so dream started building your house for you even though you insisted you do it together. “dream! let me help, this is supposed to be my house.” you dragged. “well we can both decorate inside and make it our house.” you started blushing. “i guess..” you mumbled. you then started adventuring out to look for flowers and some things to decorate the house with.

you started placing flowers down into flower pots when you noticed something. “dream there’s only one bedroom.” you mentioned. he slowly turned around to look at you and quickly turned back and placed two beds next to each other. “this is our room, dumbass.”

later that night you checked your twitter dms and saw many people telling you to stop talking to dream and that you weren’t good enough to even know him. you sighed and powered down your phone.

“i think a few weeks after that he asked me if i could fly out to him and we’d meet in person. i was so excited i immediately started packing and i met him. it was amazing! i got to meet the guy i’ve been in love with for the past few months. i think it may have been a year already. but yeah, i finally got to meet him and being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, i felt so safe being with him.”

“it was the day after that, when he asked me on a date and i, of course, said yes. like who would say no to the person they fell in love with... so we went on a date and at the end of it we were just sitting on top of the hood of the car, eating dinner, watching the sunset and talking about a future we wanted together. and it may seem like we were moving fast but i knew 7 months into talking to him that he felt the same way about me. no matter if either of us disclosed it. i could tell and i knew he knew the same about me. then i went home and everything was perfect, i wasn’t his girlfriend yet though because we wanted to wait a bit.”

“that’s when everything went downhill, i think” you looked up to try to stop the tears from going down your face, but they fell anyways so you just let it be.

“we started streaming more and more and i started getting more hate than i usually got, this time getting death threats, people threatening to leak my address if i didn’t stop being friends with him. it was crazy but i was willing to endure it all for him. who cares what people on the internet are going to say to me? i really didn’t because i was happy enough with him that, that happiness overcame whatever type of hate i was getting.” tears kept falling from your eyes but you didn’t bother to wipe it, knowing it would just keep happening.

“dude you’re so annoying! you definitely cheated!” you screamed as you died. through your headset you could hear clay wheezing. “there was no way i was cheating!” he said through his laughs. “ask my chat, they saw the whole thing.” you breathed out, not wanting to believe him till a dono was sent to you, “yeah, (y/n) you just suck at this game,” you gasped, your jaw hanging then you started pouting. it was clipped and one of your viewers sent it to dream. he suddenly started laughing harder and you asked him why he was laughing, with a pout still on your face. “even your chat knows i didn’t cheat!” you started laughing too, till you read a message in the chat saying, “ew, their laugh is ugly. i don’t know why dream likes them.” you stopped laughing but kept a fake smile on your face.

“then he called me and he told me that he didn’t think we should be dating anymore, or even be friends. and i think it was because he saw the hate i was getting and he didn’t like that. he told me a different reason as to why he didn’t think we should date anymore but i didn’t believe it, but i let him go. because i was not going to force him to be with me if he really did mean it. “ you said, sniffling after so you didn’t sound too congested as you spoke.

after you hung up, you curled into a ball and cried. you cried, and cried, and cried. the feeling in your chest hurting more than you could ever imagine. you just lost the guy you wanted to marry, the guy you had spent over a year going to because of your problems, the guys you saw having kids with, the guy that made everything worth it. he was the only person on your mind as the pain in your chest grew. you tweeted and powered your phone off straight after. you didn’t want anyone messaging you asking what was wrong, knowing your friends they would do that.

“so the reason i took a break from streaming was because of that. because i resented the people that sent me hate so much i couldn’t bring myself to stream. i didn’t resent them because they sent me hate. i resent them because the hate they sent me caused the guy i really wanted to be with to make me believe he didn’t love me like i love him.” now, you were sobbing, letting your cry’s out because you had been holding them in for too long.

it had been a few months and you were on snapchat, seeing that you had a memory a year ago today, you checked it. “i think i literally met my soulmate.” with a picture of you and clay in a discord call. your breath got caught in your throat and your breathing became labored. your eyes started stinging as the tears started falling. it’s happening again, all the pain from the day you stopped talking to him came back and once again, you were crying into your hands and you couldn’t stop.

“i had always known that becoming a streamer i would get hate, but i never thought that i would get enough hate to prevent a relationship i really wanted to work. now all i do is reminisce of a guy i wish could be mine”

“streaming has brought me so many opportunities and i am so grateful for everything you guys have done for me, and for me to be able to do something i love and make money from it is insane to me. you guys have given me everything i ever wanted in life up until that point and i am so grateful and appreciative of that. you guys gave me friendships that i will never lose and never forget. so many of you have told me that i’ve saved you and changed your lives but trust me when i say you guys have saved me and changed my life too. i hope i repaid you back by making you smile, being your comfort streamer, and being a support system for each of you. but i think this is my end of the road. i fucking love streaming, i love you guys. but every time i click that “go live” button or even try to, all i think about is him and that’s too painful for me right now. maybe in the future i’ll find my way back here but i can’t promise that.”

“thank you guys, so, so, so, so, much for every single opportunity given to me, for everything. i love you all. my dms are still open. and this was (y/s/n), signing off for possibly the last time. goodbye everyone.”

end stream. *click*

a tear rolling down his face and falling onto his keyboard as he watched you finally say goodbye to your stream. it all just felt like you were saying your last goodbye to him again.

for the last 6 months all clay could do was think about you and how he wished he just messaged you and told you he was sorry and didn’t mean what he said. that he misses you and he would quit streaming if that meant he could be with you. that all he wanted was to feel you in his arms again and just live out the future you two planned together.

but if you just said goodbye to your chat for your last stream because you couldn’t stand the thought of him whenever you tried to stream. how could you ever forgive him?

the thought of never speaking to you hit him once more and again, he cried, sobbed, screamed, threw things, and even then, he knew.. you would never be coming back to him, with every fiber in his being, wishing you would.

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zend-pixie · 3 years

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I like subtwt names for mcyt groups because they're actually nice, descriptive and telling short phrases, rather than an awkward mash-up of names.

Clingy Duo? Both Tommy and Tubbo are known for being clingy as shit

Allium Duo? Ranboo gave Tommy an allium when they first met and after he died

Crime Boys? Wilbur calls himself a crime boy and he & Tommy commit many, many crimes (c'mon they made a whole-ass drug empire and then turned it into a serious country when Dream opposed them)

Firework Duo? Techno shoots Tubbo with fireworks at important events constantly

Anarchy Bros? Both Techno and Vilbur seem to stand for anarchy

Bench Trio? Both Tommy and Tubbo trusted Ranboo enough to invite him for a Moment on their bench, meaning they trust him a fuck ton

Bedrock Bros? Both Tommy and Techno own the only bedrock blocks on the server

Prime Boys? Tommy and Dream both founded Church Prime

Like, it all reminds me of the funky shipnames during the musical theatre era. Anyone remember Boyf Riends? Expensive Headphones? Cinnabun? Stage Dorks? Tree Bros? Yeah. I miss them.

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amethystcove · 2 years

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remember when dream stood fully clothed in a pool

THROWBACK !

#dreamwastaken #we got a hair reveal but nobody believed him #im like. reminiscing a lot rn #anyways #throws this into the void #brave.txt #twt #he was wearing JEANS

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cupidlakes · 3 years

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can george speedrun duos with dream again bc dream was so happy to the last time they did helping him out and explaining everything in as much detail talking him through when he’d be getting overwhelmed with the mechanics

showing him endless support and compiling a whole list of reasons for why he actually did good for his attempt when he died at the end

#the last thing...dream does this a lottt #georges 11th minecraft stream (my beloved) if anyone’s curious #all of this isn’t even to mention when dream went into gamemode /just/ because george was getting especially stressed out #and helped george cheat through the rest of his run #giving him stuff and #hyping him up the entire way #but yeah back to the duos #dream even asked if they could do it again clearly hopeful #hope they’d want to do something more chill like this one day #that’s my one wish #georges last mc stream where the blocks attacked you was so reminiscent of this stream #especially the helping him cheat to lift his spirits #they are everything #can you tell i’ve been rewatching parts of this stream i just love it so much it’s peak dream and george #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound

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eemarshtomp · 3 years

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bringing back the minecraft xray propaganda aka one of my favorite dream team series and one of first videos i saw of dream

- more noticeable since i’ve been rewatching manhunts, but by god they’ve all improved so much at minecraft. everything from them mining obsidian for portals to just general in game clumsiness

- dreams laughing. something about these videos made him giggly, especially in the 3rd episode where we got the infamous ‘i’m gonna die, i’m gonna pee myself’

- ‘we took like an hour just to figure out how to get xray, like how do we get xray on our clients and george just had like a documentary / wiki links’

- badboyhalo joining and immediately muting when dream tries to explain the video to him

- that awful ‘wow’ overused anime sound effect, every single time i rewatch this it’s a jumpscare

- gnf & sapnap almost drowning each other to get to an eye of ender while dream just laughs

- ‘pandas’ ‘WHOS PANDAS’

and tbh everything from the series. a real 10/10 from my sad time playlist on yt, never fails to cheer me up :]

#idk if this is loveposting or not i'm just up late reminiscing LMAO #gen one of the first things i remember watching #and being so enamored by their dynamic #mc but xray is always on my beloved #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #dreamteam

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beacon-lamp · 3 years

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say what you will about today’s events, but today was a Content Goldmine for Everyone Involved. everyone’s streams had something the others didn’t and everyone had their own little place in the fabric of the story thanks to dream and wilbur.

#eret's talk with dream #wil and tommy at the beginning #tubbo reminiscing with everyone else #like this isn't worded properly but bascially what im trying to say is that like you can't just watch technoblade and know the whole story #or just watch one person's stream you gotta watch all of em or at least clips from them all to get the full story #which is Phenomenal in terms of content for CCs bc then videos don't get repetitive and whatnot #ok im done now sorry ik no one wants to listen to me talk abt the irl shit everyone is busy writing their 5pg long character analysis piece #mcyt #dreamsmp #dream smp #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken

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screaming-aynto-the-void · 3 years

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Dream has really grown a lot. I’m not going to try he’s perfect now or anything, but seeing someone’s growth and maturity throughout the span of the year is something kind of amazing.

I remember back in early 2020 when he would blow up at people who questioned his intentions or called him out on his actions. When he would get defensive and lash out (many nd people have said this is probably due to rsd, but we didn’t have that context then). How it would take hours for him to stop arguing with minorities and admit his faults. And now he listens to what minorities are saying and takes it to heart instead of arguing it. He’s very quick to apologize for the things he has done wrong, and seems to genuinely feel bad about it. He tries to address controversies as quickly as he doesn’t want to be the cause of someone’s stress, and defends holding creators accountable when others might just write it off as cancel culture. It’s something wild.

(Also please don’t take this as me exonerating him or putting him on a pedestal. I generally keep my critical thoughts off social media because honestly I don’t think it does any good. But honestly, I didn’t think he would ever get to this point of maturity and I’m just expressing how impressive I think that kind of growth is.)

#dream critical #not really but might as well be safe #dreamwastaken #I have a couple gripes about his apology #but I think he's being genuine #Remember in summer when every other day he'd get in a twitter fight?#As much as I can reminisce on the old days #I really like his new and improved self #He's just really freaking genuine and I really appreciate him #tw discourse #discourse #sorry for not putting that there earlier

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huntpumbaa · 3 years

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Next time Dream gets cancelled imma need twitter to start a hashtag along the lines of #HereWeGoAgain instead of something specifically for this drama. and then start it up every drama coming from then

Just to watch the graph and show haters how ridiculous they are

#dreamwastaken #reminiscing over last month #what has this fandom done to me #I don't know what else to tag #I don't want to annoy other tags #mcyttwt

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gemlinwastaken · 3 years

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Rewatched the Pixar Moment™ from George's anniversary stream and I'm tearing up again :,)

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #mcyters #seriously tho #watching them react to those moments felt so touching omg #i wasn't even in the fandom yet and I've only watched the clips from Space Croissant #and yet I felt like reminiscing of a memory I never had #remember timestamp 1:47:00 for serotonin

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noimdingalingalingalingrita · 3 years

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I realized the reason 18 by one direction has been stuck in my head so much recently is because I subconsciously associate it with Roadtrip.... guys.....

I think Dream is a dark directioner 😳😳😳

#You can’t just accidentally write about nostalgia for a simpler time #back when you were 18 #reminiscing in memories #with a wistful tone #a colorful blend of urban and natural imagery #and an admittedly unremarkable structure #without taking some inspiration from the og song about being 18 #alright #dream #dreamwastaken #roadtrip

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cantaloupe-draws · 3 years

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Chapter One- Going back home

Pairing: Dreamwastaken x reader

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: use of Dream's real name, mentions of religion, gossip and rumors, and kissing

Word count: 3.6k

How to Survive First Class (Dreamwastaken x Reader) series masterlist

New York

A poker game is going on in the middle of the room.

Darkness surrounds them yet a spotlight shines on this particular scene.

“I’m all in.”

She says as she pushes all of her chips towards the center of the table.

The man looks down towards his cards and tossed them down disappointedly

“Fold.”

“Hm that’s too bad,” she said as she flipped her cards up to reveal a losing deck.

“Nothing?!” He exclaims as the room surrounding them begins to light up and fill up with clapping and cheers.

“Alright! So, how did I beat Caleb so very very badly?” Our professor asked us as she got up and walked towards her podium once more.

“Well, I know for a fact that Caleb is cheap. So he’s not playing using logic or math but instead using his physiology” she explained as I hurriedly jot that down onto my notes.

“Our brains can’t stand the idea of losing something valuable to us that we abandon all rational thought and we make some really poor decisions. So Caleb wasn’t playing to win. He was playing not to lose.” She finished up as she tossed him a chip.

“Here put it towards a haircut” and with that the class bursts into laughter once again.

Our professor reminds us of our essay that’s due the following week as we all pack up.

Just as I got out of the class I’m met with a familiar face waiting for me just outside the lecture hall door.

My boyfriend for a little more than over a year, Clay, or what he prefers to be called ‘Dream’.

It’s become routine for him to pick me up from class at the end of the day.

“Hi, babe” he says as he opens his arms, pulling me into a hug. Pulling away as he places a kiss on my forehead.

“Let’s get out of here I’m exhausted” I groaned as I stretched out my arms as we walked towards the parking lot.

“I thought it would be a nice idea to go to the cafe on 56th street but, if you’re tired we can just head home” Dream suggests

“No, no good idea. Let’s go” I say quickly in desperate need of both caffeine and some quality time with my loving boyfriend

He laughs as he opens the passenger door for me as I climb in.

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We sat at the counter of this cute little cafe. It’s busy as per usual and bustling with people.

The waiter brings us our orders and before I could even bring my plate of coffee cake closer to me, Dream beats me to it and quickly begins to dig in. Taking huge bites out of it.

“You do realize you can order your own?” I sneered at him taking my cake away from him before he could mangle it up more.

“Mmmm I’m fine with just coffee thanks” He says with a shit-eating grin as he manages to steal another piece from my cake.

“Well you always say that and you always end up eating my dessert!” I said looking down at the reminisce of what used to be my cake.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I only had a tiny bit” Dream exclaimed as he tried to hide his chewing.

“Uh-huh sure” I laugh. “Can we get one more of these please?” I ordered before turning back to Dream.

“So how would you feel about us taking a trip down South?” Dream suggested to me. I gave him a look of confusion.

“Ohhhhh You want to go to the burger joint down by the Brooklyn Bridge. That’s what it is, isn’t it?” I say confidently.

Dream laughs “Well actually I was thinking further down South.”

I stare at him some more “Like New Jersey?” I questioned.

“Like Florida, for spring break. It’s Sapnap’s wedding, and we’ve been dating for over a year now and I think it’s about time people met my beautiful girlfriend.” Dream says reassuringly as if he could sense my confusion while he held my hands in his.

“Come on, I’m Sapnap’s best man. Don’t you want to see where I grew up? Meet my family, my mom?” Dream says as he tries to persuade me.

“And you can meet up with that strange high school friend of yours?” “Quackity!!” I interrupted “He has been begging to come to visit him, you know?” I added.

“The Universe has spoken!” Dream exclaimed “It wants you over there, come to Florida. I want the whole state to meet the brilliant Y/n L/n” Dream said tenderly, giving me a look of complete love and admiration.

“Awww” I said before leaning and giving him a kiss

Unbeknownst to us. We didn’t realize someone was staring and starting up trouble.

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Florida

5 posh and well-dressed ladies sit around white leather couches on a balcony. The fanciest of the five, dressed in exquisite jewelry and dress, begins to read, If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on the things that are above, not on things that are on Earth.”

Bing

“Alice, is Clay bringing a girl to Sapnap’s wedding?” One of the ladies spoke up while looking past her bible and to her phone.

“My Amanda heard it from her friend Rae” She continued

“Ludwig says that her name is Y/n L/n” Another woman said as she interjected herself into the conversation

“Oh, I thought that Clay was coming alone?” Did you know he had a girlfriend?” A fourth woman asked Alice. Dream’s mother.

She scoffs “Clay dates many girls. It’s hard to keep track.” she sneers, turning back down to her bible.

“Amanda knows everyone and she’s never heard of her.” The first woman spoke up once again.

“Y/n L/n… Maybe she’s from the Plastic Cooperation L/n family?” The third woman says and now in a low voice she whispers to Alice “if you want I have a private investigator very discreet”

Dream’s mom scoffs again and it in an irritated voice says “I think we should return to the word of God. Alix?”

“Ephesians Chapter six, verse four. Bring up your children in the discipline and instruction of the Lord- Oh, I do hope she’s a good Christian girl.” The woman known as Alix says in a worried voice as she places her bible down again.

“Well, if he’s bringing her home, it must be serious?”

“Exactly!”

They all turn inwards and look at Alice.

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Dream pov

Ring Ring

“Oh, it’s my mom. Do you mind?” I ask, staring at my mom’s contact. “No no, go ahead.” Y/n responds as I get out of my seat.

“You better save me some of that” I say as I walk away but Y/n just laughs at me and continues to eat.

“Hey, Mom, is everything okay?” I say once I pick up the phone

“Does something have to be wrong for me to call?” My mother responds.

“Yeah usually?” I say with a grin

“Haha, very funny.” She says sarcastically. “Are you bringing the girl you’re seeing to Sapnap’s wedding?” She asks in a serious tone.

“Mmm. We were just talking about that. How could you know?” I question her, confused on how she could possibly figure that out.

“Everybody knows.” She says in a serious voice. I look around and see two women not so discreetly looking at me as they exit the cafe.

“Radio One Florida…” I said disappointedly, turning my attention back to my mother.

“Move on to Corinthians. I’ll catch up.” I hear her say to what I presume to be my aunts and her friends.

“Well we’re excited to have you home, and your room is all ready for you.” She says in the same icy tone as before.

“Thanks, mom, but Y/n and I will be staying together” I assure her looking back towards Y/n as she eats her slice of cake.

“I see… Well, I’m having the house re-done. And it’s not ready for guests. If Y/n comes I think she’ll be more comfortable staying somewhere else.” That was the last thing she said to me before hanging up. I sigh and walk back.

“Alright, sorry about that,” I said as I sat down back in my seat again next to Y/n. I look down at the plate in front of me.

“I saved you a piece!” Y/n says as she swallows the last bit of cake she was eating. “You did, did you? A very small piece at that. Thank you very much.” I say as I eat the last piece.

“How’s your mom? Is everything okay?” She asks with a smile on her face. I suck in my breath a little “couldn’t be better” I say smiling at her

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Y/n’s pov

“Hey, mom, this one’s pretty cute. What do you think?” I ask her while looking at myself in the mirror holding a simple black dress to myself.

“No no! You can’t wear black to meet Dream’s mom” She says as she takes the black dress from me. “Black is for funerals! Now this red. It symbolizes good luck.” she says, shoving a red dress in my hands.

“Thanks, mom I’m really going for a tomato kinda vibe” I said. Walking away from her while I put the black dress back in its place.

“Hey don’t give me that attitude. You asked for my help to find a dress to meet Dream’s family.” She responds. “It’s only because I hardly know anything about them. Every time I bring them up, Dream changes the subject.” I say looking through the racks of dresses.

“Maybe he’s embarrassed? Maybe his parents aren’t well off and he has to send them money? That’s what all good sons do.” My mom questions looking through the jewelry section.

“You’re gonna have an amazing time down in Florida! You’ve always wanted to go there. And who knows, if all goes well in Florida.” My mom picks up a ring “you might just come back with a souvenir.”

“Mom, stop! Dream and I haven’t even talked about that! Besides, we're just about to graduate college.” I scolded her turning a slight pinkish color

I grab the ring and stare at it for a second, thinking about the possibility of getting married someday. “I mean his parents can’t not like me right?.” My mom’s face goes blank and she turns away

“What was that look? Hey, I saw that!” I chased after her. “Nothing, it's just that Dream bringing a girl all the way over there to meet them can mean a lot. All these families down there are different from us.” She says

“How are they different? They’re from the East Coast, I’m from the East Coast! How different could they possibly be?” I argue back

“Yes, but you grew up here. In New York. There’s a big difference between New York and Florida, even if they’re both on the East Coast. It’s different over there than over here.” My mom says, pushing a strand of hair out of my face.

“But wearing a lucky color will make a good first impression.” She says once again and hands me the red dress again.

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“Okay! So the game plan is to check our bags, get through security, and then we can eat one of the three homemade meals my mom made for us” I explained to Dream with a smile as we climbed out of the yellow taxi and hauled our luggage from the trunk.

A flight attendant then approached us.“Good afternoon, Mr. Block, Miss L/n. We’ll take your bags and get you checked into first class.” She says as two other men take both of our luggage. “Great!” Dream says, I give them a confused look.

“Oh! No, there's a mistake. We’re not first class. We’re economy people.” I tried explaining, but she ignores me and just simply responds with “This way please.” She guided me inside and I looked at Dream for help. “Just go with it.” He said in a hushed tone, wrapping his arm around me pushing me forward.

“But our bags-“ I protested. “Don’t worry they’ll be fine. Just leave them there.” He said.

Once we’re on board, another flight attendant pulls back a gold, silk curtain revealing a luxurious part of the plane that looks more like a hotel. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Block, Miss L/n. Here’s the way to your private suite.” The flight attendant says as she guides us. I am completely blown away to see the leather armchairs, two huge flatscreen TVs, even a full-length wardrobe.

“Thank you very much,” Dream says as we reach our suite and take a seat. “After takeoff, would you like to enjoy the lounge chairs, or should we convert your suite into a bedroom?” She asks.

“Uh… we’re good. Thank you.” I smiled at her, shoving the tupperware that contains my mother’s food into Dream’s hands. I turned to face him.

“Dream! We can’t afford this!” I said in awe, but he just smiled. I spot a pair of expensive-looking complimentary pajamas. “These pajamas are fancier than any of my real clothes,” I said, grabbing them and holding the expensive fabric up to my face.

“My family has business with the airline. The tickets are a perk.” Dream explains to me as I take my seat next to him. “What kind of business?” I ask him.

“Real Estate, investment, and other things. Etcetera.” He explained. I thought about his answer for a few seconds before the realization hit me. “Wait. So your family is like, rich?” I asked

“We’re comfortable.” He admits avoiding eye contact. “That is exactly what a super-rich person would say.” I say, turning myself to fully face him. “It’s not a big deal, obviously. I just think it’s kind of weird that I had no idea.” I pressed on.

“I mean you use my Netflix password, you have a Jamba Juice card, and you enjoy going to that old smelly gym.” I questioned. “Hey! I really enjoy that place, thank you very much.” He defended. “And yes my family had money, but I’ve always thought of it as theirs not mine.” He confessed.

“I get that but, I’m going all the way over there just to meet them. I just kind of want to know what I’m getting myself into.” I said leaning on to his shoulder

“Well, my family is like everybody else’s. There’s half of them that you love and respect and then there’s the other half…” Dream explains.

“Which half am I meeting?”I question

“Well there’s my cousin Aaron, He’s from Coral Gables and works in movies and production. Currently dating Annie Moore an uh ‘actress’”

━━━━━━ Coral Gables, FL ━━━━━━━

“AHHHHHHHH” an ear-piercing scream rings from a woman that is tied up by chains in the middle of the room.

Two men viciously fight against each other, both struggling to get the upper hand. Throwing punches and kicks towards one another.

“CUT!” Yells the director.

A dapper-looking man with very expensive sunglasses stands up from his chair and walks onto the set. He is met by a woman.

“Aaron? Did you like it? I was so deep in emotion… can you feel it??” She says as she grabs his hand and forcefully puts it on her chest.

“Oh I can feel all of you” he breathlessly as he smashed his lips into her, engaging in a very public make-out session.

“She’s absolutely dreadful. Can't we get someone else??” One of the actors begged the director.

“He’s funding the entire production of this movie. You tell him that his girlfriend sucks.” The director responds back in a hushed tone. Looking back to the couple who are creating a setback.

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“Hmmm Okay, and what about your cousin Edgar? You never talk about him?” I ask Dream, taking a sip of my champagne.

“Well, Edgar is a big finance guy in Naples. A real family man.” He explains.

━━━━━━ Naples, FL ━━━━━━━

A family of five sit on a luxurious-looking couch, a scenic-looking sky behind them. The father of the family stood tall behind the couch dressed in a well-tailored suit and stoic expression. His wife beside him dressed in an exquisite pink gown as she offered a smile to their three little boys sitting on the couch all dressed in their little suits.

The photographer stopped before taking the last photo and looked up at them “The photos will look more natural if you just moved a little bit.” He said.

“No. This way you’ll get our most optical angles.” Edgar responded with clear evidence that he was not going to change his mind.

The photographer sighed and looked inwards towards his camera lens and snapped the photo. “They’re we’re all done.”

As the photographer wraps up, Edgar scurries over, towards him. “Russell, thank you so much. It's an honor to be photographed by you.” He says as he rapidly shakes his hand.

“My pleasure. People will love it. in the next Vanity Fair.” Russel said as he walked away with his crew.

Edgar beams, but the moment Russell and his Assistants exit, Edgar loses his smile and turns to his wife, visibly annoyed.

“Vanity Fair? I knew it. Your dress is a disaster. If you wore a Bottega gown, like I told you to, we'd be in Vogue” He scolds his wife in a hushed but harsh tone.

“You can wear that gown to Hell, Edgar.” She says in the same harsh tone, picking up her pace and leaving her husband to deal with their kids.

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“I remember Tina. She's like everything I want to be when I grow up.” I say fondly, thinking back to when she came here to New York for a visit.

“Tina is awesome. And she's probably the only one I'm actually close with. And she's really grounded and down to earth once you get to know her.” He explains.

“Not only did she graduate top of her class at Oxford, start multiple charities, and is a fashion icon, Tina has the biggest heart of any of my cousins.”

━━━━━━ Key Biscayne, FL ━━━━━━━

A stunning woman makes her way into a luxurious high-end boutique. Adorned in an exquisite gown and expensive jewels. Everyone in the vicinity turns their heads towards her when she walks past them.

As she walks down the store she spots a little girl, the daughter of one of the customers, holding a tiny, stuffed bunny with a yarn bow as she tugs on her mother's sleeve. “Mommy? Look at what I made for bunny -“

“No, not now, not now.” Her mother waves her away and continues her conversation with her friends.

But they all soon notice Tina’s presence and sneak looks and whisper to one another about her. Tina walks by them ignoring their whispers and stares, and goes to the little girl, much to her mother's surprise.

Tina bends down to the little girl's height. “Hi, I'm Tina. What's your name?” She said kindly.

“Vita.” The little girl said shyly, bringing up her bunny up to her face.

“And who's this?” Tina asked, gesturing towards her plush bunny. Touching the bow that’s tied around its neck. “Bun-Bun.” She responded.

“Well, I think Bun-Bun looks very dashing with his bow. You have a good eye.” She complimented the little girl.

“Thank you!” The little girl beams, delighted, and lights up, her mom looks down at her, proud.

“Mrs.K? Right, this way.” The jeweler says as he approaches her.

“It's very nice to meet you both.” She says as she stands up to follow the jeweler into the restricted section.

It's a private room reserved for elite clientele. An assistant brings Tina tea in a tiny antique cup as she surveys a stunning selection of over the top jewelry.

“These are all brand new imported from another continent. You're the first person I've shown them to.” He explains as he sets a display case in front of her and shows her the entire display of very expensive gems and jewelry.

Tina is unimpressed. Until a display case behind them catches her eyes. A pair of pearl drop earrings. She looks at them, intrigued.

“What are those?” Tina asks. The Jeweler smiles, as he takes the earrings out so she can get a closer look.

“Those are very special. Burmese pearl drop earrings. Set with emeralds, and rare pigeon blood-red rubies. They were worn. by A very important Duchess in 1878.” He explains as The assistant brings the earrings to Tina.

She picked them up and examined them closer. “How much?” She questioned the Jeweler.

“Having you wear one of my pieces is better publicity than I can buy. I'll let them go at cost. One point two million.”

Tina just simply nods. “I’ll take them.”

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Dream's and mine suite has been converted into a bedroom. We lie in bed, dressed in our complimentary pajamas, continuing their conversation about Dream’s family.

“So, if you have all this family there, why are we staying in a hotel? Aren't good sons supposed to stay with their parents? I questioned Dream as I turned to lie on my back.

“Well, because A) I'm not that good a son, and B) I just want you to myself, just for a bit. Is that okay?” Dream just simply tells me as he turns to his side to face me. I just smiled at him “Okay”.

He reaches over to my side, turning off the lights. And kisses me in the process before wrapping his arms around me as we settle into the night because we’ll already be in Florida when we wake up.

A/n: hahahaha it’s so late rn. Anyways I hope you enjoyed chapter one! I hope it was good. Also sorry for the people who live I. Florida or New York if I get the geology or cities wrong. I’m not from the East Coast so cut me some slack;; also I apologize if there’s some here and there

Also special thanks to @tofuyami for editing

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florencwrites · 3 years

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echoes; a series〚dreamwastaken〛

SERIES HOMEPAGE

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He has left her to fend for her own, although unwillingly, she no longer has the comfort of his safety net running below her. She sits by the entrance of the portal that leads to him, desperate for a way to bring him home. The echoes of wailing obsidian are burned into her mind.

page two

Allowing insight into her relationship with Technoblade, as well as the deepening connection with her trusty steed. Caring hands peel her from the portal she has been frozen to, offering her a night of refuge.

page three

Her two watchful, teenage guardians come along, bearing good news. Realization hits as she mentions her oblivion on her lover's corruption.

page four

The truth of Dream's immorality is shown to her, however, Tommy's inability to speak of his actions make her skeptical. A strain is put on their almost familial relationship, leaving her alone once again.

page five

She leaves the confines of the portal chamber, strained with utter confusion and grief. An extensive analogy about her future as the portal's keeper ensues, after showing insight in her remaining relationships.

page six

Sam offers her a means of fidelity, a leap into faith. She etches her feelings in her newly-gifted book, desperately hoping for it to reach him well, and perhaps; even dangerously hopeful for one in return.

page seven

A good day, at last. She allows herself to smile at her friend's idiocracy, Tommy once again being the reason for her bliss. Sam offers to take her with him, alas, she is not able to abandon the shackles of her longing.

page eight

Sam desperately attempts to find ways to ground her, to return her back from the storming clouds. They spend more time by the water, revelations are made.

page nine

Sam allows Dream to write a singular message, one that he so desperately seeks. A visitor comes to cheer her up, he never fails to.

page ten

She spends time with her long-lost friend, they reminisce on their friends and past relationships. Tommy confesses how he misses some of them, and how the guilt for doing so eats him up alive; he doesn't reckon they are worthy of being yearned for.

page eleven

Wilbur runs rampant in both of their minds, they relive their past bustles with him. Tommy opens up about his plans to clear his conscience.

page twelve

He is cross with her, cross with her for caring about him. Then, sirens are blaring and she cannot think straight. The alarms making her sick wit their deafening threats of what might've occurred within the walls of the prison she had grown to hate so much.

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hiya! i’m the dream anon from earlier so i’ll send some of the stuff i can find because i know i have some of the stuff saved, especially the tweets. however for some of the stuff that’s been said on lives may take me a bit longer because many of the dream smp members go live multiple times a week/month for hours on end and i don’t really clip twitch streams, so it’ll take me a bit to sort through that but i Will get it to you :)

a thread about the lynching situation, with a clip of the stream: https://twitter.com/pinkdlsc/status/1338189556152225798?s=21

his apology: https://twitter.com/dreamwastaken/status/1338205864650547207?s=21

(note: i for some reason forgot about the war cry controversy. this one still upsets me and basically dream did a war cry during one of his minecraft streams and it was seemed very reminiscent and mocking of native american war cries, though he says that he was mimicking the spongebob victory speech)

thread, with the clip: https://twitter.com/94lcvr/status/1289367315914452992?s=21

dream’s initial (and incredibly shitty) response: https://twitter.com/honkcait/status/1289601630975844353?s=21

he then deleted the tweets and went live later that day, addressing that situation and also other situations: https://youtu.be/Js8Ir22FVmE (the original vod is no longer on twitch as twitch deletes vods after like two months)

^ in that video is also where he says that he is okay with being shipped with “the guys” aka georgenotfound and sapnap who were on the stream with him aka the group known as the dream team! besides saying he’s okay with being shipped with the dream team, he also says that creators should not be sexualized, especially if they explicitly say they’re uncomfortable with it (referencing tubbo talking about being sexualized in the past) and if they’re a minor (i assume he’s referencing both tommy and tubbo here because they’re close friends of his that were being sexualized at the time, solidified by the fact that tommy and tubbo reacted to dream’s stream in real time and said “he’s talking about us” when he mentioned the sexualization of minors)

^^ that video also addresses something that i didn’t mention that wasn’t really a controversy but sparked a lot of rumors that the dream team was homophobic and transphobic because they didn’t put their pronouns in their bios and they address the reasoning for that there

tommy and tubbo reacting to dream’s live: https://youtu.be/1kaBc6N7D5o

as for the tommyinnit and ninja situation, i would like to apologize, i was misinformed about this one. the incident of someone asking the age of consent in the discord call n dream chiming in in chat was a different situation separate to that of the tommy and ninja situation. this one’s hard to pinpoint to a short clip because it’s quite a long stream. for those who’d like to watch the full thing, this is the full video of ninja and tommy’s stream: https://youtu.be/nnax_Ecez9I

for example of some of ninja’s sexual comments, you can go to 22:46 and 26:53. like the other comments he makes, the sexual comment is not about tommy, but it is directed to him since he’s speaking to him. a lot of people think that this is around the point when tommy used his panic word, but that’s just speculation because tommy and wilbur’s discord messages are private and we shouldn’t try to speculate on them. dream makes the “16 is legal in the uk” comment at around the 23 minute mark. wilbur soot shows up and mentions the panic word at around 1:08:30, with tommy promptly waving him off. wilbur comes on anyway, as do many of the other members of the dream smp later on in the video. in the video you can see tommy message tubbo at one point to ‘save him because ninja’s a weirdo’ but this remained confusing to many of the people who were watching because they were unsure if it was a bit or not as all the dream smp members like to jokingly insult one another to each other. regardless, he definitely did seem uncomfortable at some points and dream shouldn’t have perpetuated the joke.

not sure if this would be relevant to your thread at all, but for further context, tommy was most likely just uncomfortable because it was ninja and not due to the sexual content itself. tommy’s known for being a little vulgar and lewd (he’s known for writing the joke books “how to sex 1” and “how to sex 2” , which aren’t explicitly vulgar, but many of the dream smp members joke about, which he’s seemed fine with in the past. tommy also has a video called “I asked GeorgeNotFound VERY inappropriate questions.” this video is basically just a whole bit where tommy uses the fact that he and tubbo are both minors to mess with badboyhalo and georgenotfound (who are 25 and 23, respectively) by asking jokingly sexual questions, such as what is an std, what is cum, and what is sex. all in good fun, but it shows that he’s usually fine joking about sex, ninja just took it over the line)

besides his past apologies, dream addressed most of his past controversies in this, some of which i haven’t mentioned in this ask or in the past ask because it happened long before i became a fan of any of the dream smp members, so hopefully someone else can give some sources for these events just so people can see what he did/said firsthand: https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sre9uo

that’s all i have for now, for stuff that i said in the last thread that i do not have sources for now, i’ll try n go back through the twitch streams and find them! hope this helps

Awesome thank you!

#Anonymous

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experiencing arianas new album w dream rn

#i feel like a creep HAHA my spotify on desktop is just always open so i see him+saps activity #throwback to when i was a massive ariana stan #and then i just fell out of liking her #this album is good though....reminiscent of her old stuff aaa #thanks dream if i get into listening to ariana regularly again it’s bc of you #dreamwastaken #personal #?

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florencwrites · 3 years

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echoes, page eight 〚dreamwastaken〛

Sam desperately attempts to find ways to ground her, to return her back from the storming clouds. They spend more time by the water, revelations are made.

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His scheduled hours were entirely tired out being pent up in his office shuffling around memorabilia, and writing wearing reports. Revising exhaustingly intricate forms one at a time. However, his head was somewhere else. Sam's focus was entirely directed at the frozen girl in front of his gate, he couldn't help himself but rack his mind for ways to ease her back into society. Her friends who had once cared so deeply for her had seemed to burn their hands on her fury, hastily pulling back their hands from the woman that they were so petrified of burning them so harshly; not realizing she had been a smothered pile of ashes for weeks.

He was somewhat glad Pandora hadn't offered his private chambers windows because he was very aware that he would not be able to refrain from staring at her silhouette for all hours of the day, continuously making sure she was okay and that she was still there.

His hand lingered over the small sign decorating his large oak desk; one of the few pieces of furniture that he had allowed himself to keep its wooden stature. Everything else had been exchanged for metals and stones, being all but too careful to keep his construction as fire-safe as he could. The little sign was a dark metal, bedecked by a golden plate with large blocky letters, "PANDORA'S VAULT", and then some smaller, swirlier letters, "Warden of Detainee".

He hadn't allowed Niki to smelt his name on there, it felt rather egotistical of him to assume he would forever hold his position in the tower. His keycard was simply dubbed 'warden', as was the placard beside his door. His door that was always unlocked, that is.

His relics meant a lot to him, the little figures and cards that reminded him of his friends. Pictures taken with his family and scribbled drawings from children he had looked after while their parents visited their locked-up loves. He assigned significant sentimental value to them.

Perhaps that was something that would help her, too. Little reminiscents of her old life, ways to comfort her. Simple as that. He knew her friends cared about her deeply, still, they were simply disappointed. Afraid to be pulled down in the trenches, afraid to offer her a finger in the mean chance she would take their hand. When in reality, she didn't even think about taking anyone's hand, if anything, she just wanted them to reach out, hold their hand above her head for a little; maybe shield her from the scarring sun.

Tommy would be too audacious to allow himself to reach back out, and obviously, Tubbo would follow his lead blindly. And don't get him wrong, nobody blamed him for that. Tommy's tough love was all he had known since he was a little lad, so when her unconditional love had been introduced to him alongside that, no matter what happened; Tommy would always be his trusted foundation.

He could ask Tommy for something, though, one of those little figurines he made out of branches and chestnuts perhaps. She always loved watching him make those with the fishing wire he found by the shore, and hear him banter about how Tubbo's one looked 'like shit'. Tommy would recognize that it was nothing but a peace offering, a promise of sorts to still be here when she got her act together, so to say.

From Dream, he had already requested a letter. Days ago. He wouldn't even allow Sam to enter his cell, immediately resorting to throwing his pens, books, and even his clock several times, just to guard the man away from him. He wanted nothing to do with Sam, and it seemed like perhaps that extended to her, too.

He couldn't imagine returning her anything but the unconditional love her donkey would continue to offer her. A smile appeared on his face as the mere idea of her beaming smile reached his mind, the shimmer in her eyes when she would be reunited with Bastard. Stupid name, she knew that. She agreed with that, still.

One little problem, though, was that Tommy had brought Bastard to his "uncle's" house. He had used the stallion to get himself to the vast tundra where he resided; a home she was so very familiar with. And while that seemed like an unavoidable burden, he soon realized that perhaps Techno's relic could be himself; in true Technoblade style.

After welcoming Punz into the lobby with open arms, he sat by the water for a few more minutes with her again after his shift ended. The silence encased them, only the delicate ebbing of the waves against the shore. They didn't say a whole lot, just gentle greetings and faint formalities. Clopping of hooves sounded in the distance, as well as the cawing of birds. Some construction seemed to be going on down the road, however, for some reason it didn't disturb the peace of the moment.

"Would you want to try again?" Sam's voice was careful, a thing he always seemed to do when saying his first words to her. She turned her head to him slightly, raising her eyebrows. She preferred staying silent for as long as she could, not trusting her voice. "Try what?"

"You know," His feet swirled around in the water a little. Almost nervously so. "Try going somewhere else for a bit."

She hesitated, it was clear in the way all her muscles seemed to freeze in place. She let his words comb through her mind, would she? I mean, she couldn't stay here forever, obviously. She knew it would do her good, see the friends she loved so much again. See her Tommy again. So, she decided, "I would."

A smile lifted itself onto his face, and upon seeing his face beam up; so did hers. "Let me know when you're ready, yeah?" She moved her hand on top of his, resting it comfortably after giving it a gentle squeeze. "I have somewhere I want to take you."

"I'm excited, Sam." She scooted a tad to match his hips, leaning her head onto his shoulder. "You're a good friend."

He rested the side of her head onto hers, sighing softly as a genuine, content smile formed onto his lips. "Good." A squeeze on his fingers. "That's all I want to be."

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ECHOES, PAGE ELEVEN 〚dreamwastaken〛

Wilbur runs rampant in both of their minds, they relive their past bustles with him. Tommy opens up about his plans to clear his conscience. series homepage

She let her eyes wander the boy's face, craning her neck to examine his features. He ad the tiniest specks of freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. His face was always slightly burnt by the sun, and his hair was always just a tad too long.

"I miss Wilbur." He squeezed her hand gently. "Me, too."

Wilbur would always be her first true love. Seeing him play with the little boys, run around with swords, and pretend to get beaten up by them. He did it all with a smile on his face.

They'd be talking, just strolling through the city center together. She had secretly always hoped one of those days, he'd make a move. But he was afraid, thankfully, so was she. What they had was beautifully tragic.

They'd be strolling and the bushes would rustle slightly, they'd hear Tommy curse at Tubbo for pushing him, before loudly screeching and jumping onto the path. "Give me all your money!"

"Oh no! Whatever shall I do!" Wil would bravely push her behind him, pretending to tremble with fright from their wooden swords. Sticks, really. "Spare the damsel, I beg of you!"

He never failed to make her giggle, and while she didn't know it to be true, it'd always been his favorite sound in the world. Tommy's laugh would be truly evil, he always furrowed his eyebrows in a way that made him look ridiculously akin to a gnome. His smile was relentlessly mischievous, curved into a true villain's grin. Smug little ting, he was. "Your money or she dies!"

Tubbo would be giggling away, always breaking character. Not even really breaking character, because he'd never truly gotten into character. His smile was endearing. "Kind sir, please find the kindness in your heart to spare m'lady!"

Wilbur got on his knees, pleading before the court of Tommy. "Tubbo." He smiled triumphantly, swaying his shoulder with absolute pride and enthusiasm in a way only Tommy could. "Tubbo, I reckon we shall have his head."

"Yeah! Have his head!" Tubbo would always cheer, no matter what the message. He was a smart kid, sympathetic, too, however, sometimes he seemed not so bright after all. You could see the lights were on, but nobody was really sure if anyone'd been home. Perhaps it'd just been the fact that he trusted Tommy so blindly, he'd agree with anything he said. Wilbur laid down on knees and elbows, craning his head to meet her eyes. She was giggling at their performance, knowing it was a regular occurrence. They'd never disclose how long the pair had been in the bushes, waiting for them to pass by. Wilbur had shot her a toothy grin and a wink, "Please! It's the only one I have!"

"Take him, please! Let me live, I shall forever be in your debt!" She decided to play along, dropping to her knees alongside Wilbur. "She has betrayed me! The lady is a traitor!" Wilbur exclaimed loudly, he'd tried adding more to it; however, Tommy had already decided to chop off his head. He fell to the ground with a loud huff, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes to the back of his dramatically. She gasped, shuffling to cradle his feign-deceased body in her lap. "My love...."

"You monsters!" She hollered vehemently, her face now hard with furrowed brows and a smug grin. "You better start running, ducklings."

They'd scream with giggles, sprinting down the wooden path lopsidedly, bumping into each other and clumsily swinging their swords beside their bodies.

Tommy remembered it, too. It'd been one of his first, but more importantly; one of his fondest memories. Niki had taught him about so-called 'core memories'. He didn't really know what it meant, nor cared, however, he reckoned this would be one of those.

He wouldn't dare to imagine where he'd be, were she not there.

"He was a good brother."

She whispered her reply faintly, still reminiscing the Wilbur she had grown to love so much. "He really was."

"I think maybe I thought Techno could replace him." The boy admitted sheepishly, an almost shameful tone to it.

"We all tried to replace him." A smile tugged at her lips. A faint gust of wind blew the stray flowers in her lap into their faces. They were tiny ones, but they earned a giggle from the pair. "He didn't like that."

"He doesn't deserve an opinion for he is dead!" He emphasized the last part, barely not screaming it at the sky. The sky that held his brother's unwilling soul. He'd always been abhorrently stubborn, it didn't surprise them that he had decided to stick around for a tad longer. They'd only ever mentioned it to each other, how they felt like perhaps he was still there. Perhaps there was a remnant of him, still taking care of them. Ever since they'd talked about it, it seemed like he had been spoken into existence. He wasn't always there, but he made it so very clear when he was.

The tide that had been calm for the bigger part of the afternoon was now splashing against the shore, hitting their feet. "Don't splash me, you prick!"

She rolled, laughing in the grass. She clutched her stomach, kicking her feet a little. Another splash landed at their feet before the water stilled again.

Slowly, the silence engulfed them again. It was peaceful, comforting, to be able to lay there, reminiscing good times. Her day'd been filled with horribly images for weeks, and for once she felt ridden of them.

"I forgot to tell you something." Nervosity. His voice wavered as he spoke up, "And you need to promise me you won't get mad at me."

She sat up in the grass, turning to look at him. He was dead serious. He seemed terrified. She'd never seen him like that before, never but one singular occasion. The night they took him away. "You're going to see him, aren't you?"

"I'm afraid so, yeah."

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