𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 : dreamwastaken x gn!reader
slytherin!dream and ravenclaw!reader
𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 : a certain, cunning slytherin has been pestering you about going on a date with him, and overtime, you find it hard to say no to him.
4.6K WORDS, fluff, confident!dream with witty!reader ;)
𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 : one swear word, dream gets injured bc of quidditch LOL but it's not graphic at all!! let me know if i'm missing any warnings that readers should be aware of!
𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘙 ‘𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘚 : just a disclaimer, i do NOT support jk rowling nor anything she has stated regarding trans women. trans women ARE women, trans men ARE men and trans rights are human rights, there is simply no other way of putting it.
harry potter will forever be a treasured part of many people's childhoods and a story many hold close to their hearts. if you are one of these people, this shall forever be between the story and you, not the author or anyone else. a problematic person should never ruin the sacred emotions between a reader and their imaginations. with that said, i hope you enjoy <3
the great hall was one of your favourite spaces in hogwarts. outside of dining hours, it was one of the most relaxing areas in your opinion, and it wasn't too busy as of current. there were few students littered here and there, mingling amongst their houses, some eating, some hanging out with friends and some completing homework.
you were competing in a game of wizard's chess against wilbur soot, a fellow ravenclaw housemate.
"checkmate!" you exclaimed, pumping your fists in the air excitedly as your queen piece destroyed wilbur's king.
"best of three!" the brunet declares as he jumps out of his chair, pointing his finger in your face. his action caused for the blue and black scarf wrapped around his neck to slightly fall.
you shrug, "might as well. i'd much rather kick your ass than get back to charms homework."
the pieces clean themselves up at your command, all resuming their previous positions, ready to be played as if they hadn't been obliterated mere moments ago. they all await for wilbur's first move, considering he was playing white, but before the game could begin, someone interrupts you.
a body has slid into the vacant seat beside you, and you turn your head to see that it's dream who's suddenly invaded your personal space. the blond is pressed against you with his thigh resting beside yours, his arm snaked around your shoulders.
sapnap appears on the other side of the table unexpectedly as well, beside wilbur.
"sup," the black-haired greets casually, nodding to you briefly.
"hey," you trailed off as you tried to distance yourself from dream. "what's up?"
"oh nothing much, just thought i'd come by to check up on how the most beautiful person in the world's doing," dream nonchalantly fixes his green and white tie.
"i'm great, thanks for asking," wilbur butts in, obviously not happy that dream and sapnap were ruining his moment of competitiveness.
sapnap smacks the brunet gently on the head, hissing, "hey! don't piss on my man's opportunity like that!"
"and don't piss on my wizard's chess match with y/n!"
dream smiles in amusement, showing off his perfect set of teeth as he glances to you. "fine, if you two are so intensely in competition, then i won't ruin it." the blond backs off, raising his hands defensively as he slides out of his seat. when he stands, he towers over your sitting figure, "but before i leave, y/n, how about a date-"
you cut him off before he could even begin.
"no thanks, dream. i'm flattered though, really, but no."
"just give me one chance."
"that's one too many."
"i'll make it worth it."
you hummed in faux consideration. "try another day."
dream blows you a little kiss as a farewell which you pretended to swat away, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. wilbur watches the slytherin and gryffindor duo walk away with a judgmental expression.
"dream's still trying?" he asked curiously.
you shrugged, "apparently."
"guy doesn't know when to give up."
"i think it's kinda endearing."
"y/n... you could not have possibly grown to like a slytherin boy, have you?"
you laugh at the idea of it. you? liking dream? "never in a million years, now play the first move, soot."
wilbur obliges and the game is set into motion.
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"did you do the homework?" niki asked as you placed your potions books gently on a wooden table in the classroom before pulling your chair in to sit comfortably at the desk. jack walks around to take the other vacant seat, leaving one available for anyone to grab.
"yeah, i kind of-"
however, before you could even settle in, a blond boy manifests next to you all of a sudden, his green and black robes appearing in the corner of your eye. "hey," greets dream.
"hi," you said, sparing him a smile.
"can i sit here?" he gestures to the seat. with a quick scan of the room, you observe that there were plenty of available spots in the classroom, so you don't understand why he's here or why he'd choose this position but there's no reason for you to reject him.
"uh yeah, of course you can. i'm not stopping you."
"just what i like to hear."
dream lowers his books onto the table, sitting down before quickly greeting niki and jack with a wave. he turns his sole attention to you not too long after, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you.
"so, y/n, how good are you at potions?" he asks.
"uhh, decent if i do say so myself," you muttered. "why?"
"nothing, just wondering if you can feel the chemistry between us?"
you look at him unimpressed, regret immediately filling you as a consequence of your choices.
"c'mon, love is brewing in the air."
dream looks as if he's trying not to burst into laughter while staring at your deadpanned expression, and with a sigh, you collect all your books. "that's it, i'm leaving-"
a hand comes up to tug at your cloak, preventing you from leaving, "no! stay, please? i promise i'll stop."
as he says that, your potions professor strides in and he makes a beeline for the front of the classroom, causing for everyone to fall silent. you sigh before sitting back down since you didn't have time to move to another spot now; much to dream's pleasure.
the blond is surprisingly silent during the lesson, listening intently to the professor who begins to guide everyone through what the class is making today, an elixir to induce euphoria, which sounds intriguing enough.
considering dream was sat next to you and there was only one cauldron per desk, he was your partner to work on this task together, but you held back your complaints the second he left to collect all the necessary ingredients. moments later, the blond returns with a bunch of miscellaneous ingredients in his arms and you notice how he has the exact amount for everything. no second were trips needed, as if this man had memorised it all.
dream's unaware of your surprised expression, for he's too focused on reading the instructions for the recipe. when he speaks, you snap out of your puzzled daze, "okay first, we need to add peppermint to the concoction."
"yeah... right, of course, peppermint," you muttered, quickly grabbing the plant and dropping it into the cauldron. "what's next?"
"shrivelfig until the brew turns turquoise."
you continue working through the recipe together at a quick pace whilst following the instructions as accurately as possible. sometimes, your hands would graze each other's gently and dream would spare a small smile which told you that he enjoyed it every time.
it would happen when grabbing ingredients or when reading the instructions off a book; heck, it even happened when you were stirring the mixture and dream would place his hand over yours, stirring the rod as well. you pull away every time.
“y’know what, y/n, i don’t even need an euphoria-inducing elixir to feel happy, you know why?” he asks innocently.
you hum in curiosity, urging for him to continue.
“cause i can just look at you.”
you groaned, rolling your eyes, missing the way he pouts from your indifference.
when it's the end of the lesson, the professor walks around to check each potion. one he reaches your table, his face morphs into one of satisfaction and excitement as he compliments you and dream's creation. with that, you were dismissed from class while he continues inspecting other student's mixtures.
"you hear that? guess we make a pretty good team," you commented.
"that's what i've been trying to tell you!" he exclaims as you grab your ravenclaw scarf- which was abandoned halfway through the lesson- to wrap around your neck. it does wonders to help shield you from the chilly breeze that would greet you the second you step foot outside.
"don't even start-"
"what did i say about the chemistry, huh y/n? guess it really is brewing-"
"goodbye, dream," you huffed before walking out the classroom, not without the blond hot on your tail.
"hey- wait, y/n, c'mon!" dream shouts behind you, though you don't stop for him until he runs in front of you, interfering with your path.
all you wanted to do was go back to your dorm and change out of uniform, not deal with dream's flirtatious behaviour.
"just one chance," he pleads, and dream cuts you off when you try to say something. "just one! i'll make it worth it, i swear, and if you don't like me or don't enjoy your time, i'll stay away permanently, promise."
the slytherin boy desperately waits your response, watching you shift all your weight onto one foot, your hand on your hip as you make a sound of contemplation. with a hint of mischief lacing in your tone, you tell him, "now that's just too easy."
he groans, "of course a ravenclaw would make this harder. how about this; in the finals quidditch match in two weeks, if my house beats yours then i get to take you out on a date and if i lose, i'll stop."
you grinned, "now that sounds like a good deal."
a shimmer of hope gleams in the blond's eyes, "really?"
"really."
"yes! i mean- that sounds perfect."
it was amusing how quickly his behaviour changed. watching the blond try to compose himself with a suave farewell, he walked away, down the other side of the corridor. you wondered how you would tell your fellow housemates about this news and most importantly, how they would take it.
after a streak of constantly rejecting dream's advances, surely you'd get a reaction or two out of them, right?
"are you kidding?" george and wilbur exclaimed simultaneously, except george's was more of an excited squeal whilst wilbur just seemed downright offended. the taller brunet towered over you as you sat on the couch, unsurprised by his sudden, extreme reaction.
"y/n- what? what the fuck?"
“what do you mean?”
“why now? out of all times? because of some stupid dare?” wilbur gawks, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking you slightly.
technoblade looks up from his book. “wil has a point, y/n. now? out of all times? it seems like you might be rooting for slytherin to win now instead of your own house.”
you scoffed at the pink-haired, who was the captain of the ravenclaw quidditch team and just so happened to have had a friendly rivalry with the slytherin captain, dream.
“you know i’d never root for anyone else than ravenclaw,” you declared proudly and firmly, reassuring the twins. “besides, just because i’ve agreed to a date doesn’t mean i’ll be actively wanting him to win.”
“hearing that might break dream’s heart,” george pipes up from behind. wilbur takes his hands off your shoulders only to stare at the shorter man as if he’d grown two heads.
the curly-haired brunet speaks first, “what about this could possibly break dream’s heart? he’s doing this for the shits and giggles.”
“is that what you think?”
you shrugged, “there’s no other reason for him to pursue me if not for jokes.”
“damn, who hurt you?” technoblade muttered, burying his nose back into his books.
“oi, just cause you have a match in two weeks, i won’t threaten you but don’t think you’re off the hook,” you muttered to your friend who smirks in response, meeting your eyes as you make an ‘i’m watching you’ gesture. “but everyone knows about dream’s flirtatious behaviour, a ladies’ man if you will.”
“you really think of dream like that?”
“no one’s given me any other reason.”
george looks like he wants to say something but decides to keep his mouth shut, forcing the conversation to move along with a small shake of his head. you’re curious as to what he’s thinking, truthfully, you’re unable to deny the small spark of hope that blooms within you that george’s hesitation ignited. but you’re sure it’s not that big of a deal, right?
after an awkward breath of silence, the topic shifts elsewhere.
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anticipation bubbled in the air from all members of the school that have managed to snag a seat to watch the much-awaited finals of the quidditch season. with slytherin vs ravenclaw, you were proudly wearing your ravenclaw colours of blue and black, as well as other house members who have come along in support.
you and wilbur were about to go up the stairs to enter the stalls when suddenly, a voice calls out your name, capturing wilbur and your’s attention. george and sapnap are running towards you from the player’s tents. you can only guess what they want.
“dream’s asking for you!” the gryffindor yells, and you share a suspicious look with wilbur.
“why not?” you shrug and the brunet groans in turn. “you don’t need to come with, but i might as well find out what he wants and go back up.”
“loverboy probably wants to talk to you privately. i’ll go up and save you a seat but you have to tell me everything that happens, okay?”
“i will, see you soon.”
you approach the green tent for slytherin, and it seemed like fate had perfect timing or something, because dream creeps out from under the flap at that exact time, face lighting up the second he sees you. the corners of his eyes crinkle from how widely he smiles and you ignore the way you feel your cheeks heat up, combating the cold air.
“you came!” dream exclaims.
you bury your hands into the pockets of your jumper, smiling awkwardly at him before saying, “you asked me to. what’s up?”
“nothing, just wanted to see my lucky charm before i go into the finals.”
“don’t you think it’s ironic that your ‘lucky charm’ is from the team you’re playing against today?”
he pretends to ignore what you say and instead, slings an arm around your shoulder. this action brings you closer to his taller form. “here, i got something for you.”
a green and silver coloured scarf is being waved in front of your face and instinctively, you hold your hands out to take it. from how it was slightly worn out, you knew that this was dream’s personal scarf, the one he wore every day with his uniform.
you look up at him as if he was stupid but dream cuts you off before any objections could be raised, “keep that warm for me, would ya?”
“are you kidding? i’m not wearing your house colours, idiot!” you hissed. “what would everyone say if they saw a ravenclaw wearing a slytherin scarf?”
“it’s not that big of a deal,” he takes the piece of cloth from your hands before gently wrapping it around your neck, over your ravenclaw one. “besides, green and silver suits you.”
“you’re just saying that because it’s your scarf.”
dream hums, staring at you as if taking the time to admire. you pull it off pretty quickly, bundling it into your arms. you make no attempt to give it back and the blond doesn’t seem like he wants it back.
“i hope you’re ready for that date.”
“don’t get too cocky now.”
“i will, because today, i’ll be walking home with the quidditch cup trophy and a beautiful date in my arms.”
“keyword date. i’m giving you one chance and that’s all. don’t screw it up,” you ducked out of his arms, causing for his limb to drop back to his side and he raises a brow at you.
“now it’s your turn to not get too cocky, you know you can’t resist me for long.”
“why don’t you slither back to your tent-” you shove him lightly, “-snake.”
“actually, i’m a serpent,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head at you. “thought you knew everything?”
“not about you.”
“guess we’ll have to change that.”
a scoff escapes past your mouth and you prepare to walk away, but dream’s gloved hand finds yours. it’s an unfamiliar weight on your palm but for some reason, it’s not all that bothersome or revolting, infact, it’s actually quite nice.
“before you leave, could i get a good luck kiss?” the blond looks at you with pleading, hopeful eyes.
his ask takes you aback and you almost need a minute to process it. only when dream impatiently taps his cheek, you realise that he’s being serious in his request.
“of course,” you muttered, hoping your voice didn’t squeak as much as you think it did because goodness, that would’ve been embarrassing. dream didn’t need to know about the way his sentence made your heart race, causing the rest of your chest to cave in on itself.
the slytherin boy looks surprised but without giving him time to respond, you raise your palm to your lips, left a gentle kiss on the skin before gently slapping his face. not rough enough that it would hurt but rough enough to surprise him.
he recovers pretty quickly, shaking the bruise to his ego by laughing. “you’re a sneaky one.”
“wouldn’t want anything else. now get back inside.”
“aye aye, captain.”
in order to make sure dream actually obliges to your command, you watch as he shrinks back in the tent but not without sparing a wink, just for you.
compose yourself, y/n.
you hoped the walk back to the stands would calm your fleeting heart but unfortunately, even as you ascend the stairs, the blond-haired boy occupies your every thought. for some reason, your brain is repeating every second of the conversation you previously had with dream. against your will too?
there’s not a moment about today you’ll forget, that’s for sure.
finding wilbur in the stands was easy but you sat down next to him without a word, still staring into space, processing whatever just happened with dream. his scarf tickles your skin.
“whoa… what’s up with you?” asked the brunet, waving a hand in front of your face before noting the object in your arms. “is that dream’s scarf?”
“shut up. i just need a second... tell you about it later,” you muttered in response. the blare of trumpets capture your attention and not too long after, the slytherin players fly out of their side of the field.
you don’t miss the blond, who’s first to step out and lead the rest of the players in a flashy show around the stands, causing for everyone to cheer at the top of their lungs for the players. the praise and energy is easily absorbed by the serpent house, who wave to the crowd, asking for more enthusiasm.
typical for slytherins to be so prideful.
dream’s eyes scan the ravenclaw section of the stands and it’s not long until his gaze lands on you, which you pretend to not see as he flies away.
however, the second the familiar colours of ravenclaw flash on the field, you, along with everyone else in the stands jumps to their feet, roaring and clapping wildly for your team. the players circle around the stands, lead by a familiar pink-haired. when they fly by you, you feel the wind puff onto your face due to the speed at which they were whizzing through the air.
once their spectacle is over, the teams meet in the middle, the captains enter a tense showdown and you can only imagine the interaction happening between the two males. everyone gathered around a leather box which contained the snitch, bludgers and quaffle.
the players hover in their designated positions in the air and the next thing you know, the quidditch coach has the ball in her arms. without a moment’s notice, she throws it high into the air.
the game begins.
it happens too quickly, all players seemed as though they were phasing from one place to the next, the bludgers and quaffle were being chucked around too often to keep constant tabs on and the roaring of the crowd whenever a point was scored was a sound you adapted to.
one thing you can’t deny though, is just how much your eyes caught onto dream’s trail, observing him keenly as he skillfully manuevered around the fields, most of the time, with the quaffle held close to his body. as annoying as the slytherin was, he was an excellent chaser with impressive aim, scoring most of the points for his team. it was oddly satisfying watching him play.
slytherin was in the lead by 20 points and the game was reaching almost half-time since the snitch was still out in the wild and the seekers had yet to catch sight of it.
it was incredibly stressful and although you weren’t the most athletically competitive soul- no that was saved for the gryffindors- the drive for your house to win was strong (even at the expense of dream’s pride).
but you forget just how challenging and brutal this sport can be. it was ridiculous how there weren’t many rules regarding physical harm in the game but it wasn’t like you could do anything about it, which never bothered you that much.
you take that all back though when a bludger hits dream square in the jaw.
the world stops to slow motion and you can only helplessly watch as he tumbles off his broom.
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“will he be okay?” a distant voice asked.
“yeah, he’ll be okay. took a pretty rough hit followed by a fall but nothing a little magic can’t fix. best he’s got is a concussion,” another, familiar one says.
dream’s vision is groggy and the blinding brightness of the room doesn’t help since his poor eyes were straining to adjust. plus he’s got a killer pain in his head and-
“he’s awake!” a voice hisses beside him and he recognises that it belongs to george.
“shhh!”
great. i’m in the infirmary.
the blond slytherin tries to sit up to the best of his ability but every muscle in dream’s body screams for him to lie back down, return to sleep and never wake again, hibernating until all his wounds faded.
however, all the pain becomes irrelevant the second he hears your voice and suddenly, his heart is doing backflips out the window behind him. “hey, don’t try and stress yourself too much, you took quite a bit of damage.”
“how are you feeling?” sapnap asks.
dream sighs and even that small action hurts, so he flops his back against the pillows of the infirmary bed, quite clearly drained and fed up.
“horrible... everything hurts. what happened?” he muttered tiredly, glancing around the room to his friends and everyone seems hesitant to tell him, including you, who dangles off the bed right beside him. normally, dream would be overjoyed at the proximity, but it’s a bit hard to feel any sort of serotonin right now, especially as it feels like his head might explode any time soon.
“at the quidditch finals, you kinda took a really rough fall dude,” sapnap confesses to his best friend, watching as confusion morphs into the blond’s expression.
dream remembers a bludger whacking him in the face and- oh, maybe that’s why his entire body ached like there was no tomorrow. falling from many feet in the air would do a number on anyone.
he cringes just thinking about it.
“it was really scary to watch, actually,” you mentioned from beside him and dream turns to look at you. he notices the genuine concern swimming in your eyes and it surprises him. he likes it though, because dream’s ego can only handle so much constant rejection.
“who won the game?”
his two best friends glance over to you and you make an awkward ‘oh no’ face before saying, “ravenclaw…”
the disappointment on dream’s face hurts and you can’t tell if it’s because of his loss or perhaps… because of his failed bet. however, talking about it here in front of george and sapnap wasn’t the best, so you keep the question lingering in the air as you continue conversing with your housemate and the gryffindor boy.
it was mostly the three of you talking. understandably so since dream was not having a good time and you didn’t want him to waste his energy speaking.
the nurse breaks the three of you up by announcing how she needed to tend to dream and as much as you didn’t want to leave, there wasn’t any other option.
“we’ll be back,” you reassure, patting his hand gently.
“no- wait, please,” pleads dream and you turn to look at him curiously but he’s looking up at the nurse. “can you give us another five minutes or so, please?”
she tiredly obliges, nodding before stalking off.
“what’s up?” you question.
dream feels nervous all of a sudden and he had no idea how he was so bold to you before the finals. maybe it was the pre-game adrenaline that kept him functioning, “i- uh… wanted to talk to you.”
“you really should be taking care of yourself instead of talking to me.”
“you’re important too,” dream casually mentions and you inhale sharply, making him fear that he did something wrong.
“when you say stuff like that… do you really mean it?”
“of course, why wouldn’t i?”
“nothing. don’t worry about it.”
he narrows his eyes at you and suspicions dwell in the back of his brain but he doesn’t push any further, “okay… so the whole date thing, guess it’s off now.”
“guess it is.”
dream feels his heart deflate, but what was he expecting? you were avidly always rejecting him and avoiding his advances, there was no way you wanted to go out with him and he curses himself for being stupid enough to assume.
you sit back down on the bed beside him, which drags him out of his pitiful thoughts. “hey, did you know you broke the records for most scored by a seeker?”
“really?”
“yeah and i think that’s a pretty cool achievement and i also think winners deserve to be treated so how about a date to hogsmeade?”
“you’re kidding.”
you shake your head, biting your bottom lip in anticipation for his answer and dream wants to cry from happiness.
“yes!” he shouts enthusiastically, bolting to an upright position as his heart practically sings with happiness. “i’ll get out of here as soon as i can so you don’t have to wait-”
“-whoa big guy, give it a little time first! i’m not going anywhere,” you giggle, finding his excitement incredibly endearing.
“i’m sorry, it’s just, wow. i’m not dreaming right now, am i?”
“you’re not. actually, i brought a little something for you,” you grab the slytherin scarf- his slytherin scarf, and wrapped it gently around his neck. dream smiles at the little gesture. “i kept it warm for you during the game and now you can have it back.”
“but green and silver suits you.”
“you can give it back to me when we properly go out. now, i probably should leave.”
“okay. come back later will you?” he asks shyly, avoiding eye contact.
this side of the blond makes you smile a little. “of course i will. oh and, one last thing.”
you place a small kiss on the palm of your hand before gently slapping dream. he laughs at the familiar gesture. “that’s for making me worried, dickhead,” you muttered.
then, when he was least expecting it, he feels a light graze of your lips on his cheekbone and that’s when the poor, unsuspecting slytherin feels his heart stop. he couldn’t do anything, except smile dumbly as you leave with a small wave and he remains in the hospital bed absolutely dumbfounded.
he’s never felt so attached to a stupid scarf before.
eeee i actually really like this fic! ngl, one of my proudest dream ones yet :) gonna add this to my list of personal favs teehee but what matters is that i hope you enjoyed!
if you've never seen me around before, i'd really appreciate a like, reblog, follow or comment your opinions! i won't take up any more time of your day, but i hope to see you soon!
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’”
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“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.
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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.”
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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
Summary: Nothing interesting ever happens in the apartment complex you live in. It’s the same old routine for you. Constantly turning down your neighbor and heading too and from your apartment. Well that’s up until you meet the very cute boy that lives in apartment 512 that you can never seem to gather the courage to talk too. To make make matters worse, he shows up to the cafe you work at
Switches from Reader’s s POV to Quackity’s POV at the very end
Genre: Song fic, fluff, somewhat cafe trope, strangers to lovers, crushes
Warnings: use of Quackity’s real name, creepy neighbor, cursing, and I think that’s about it
Song :El Chico del Apartamento 512 by Selena
Lyrics are in bold
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Every day is the same down the corridor
Every day it’s the same old thing. I pass the same old doors as I make my way towards my own at the end of the corridor. Counting the room numbers as I pass.
“508, 509, 510,-“ I count and but as soon as I reach room 511 the door suddenly swings forward and I’m greeted by both a whistle and Chad, my neighbor.
“Y/n baby I keep on waiting for you to go on a date with me like you promised,” Chad said as he stood in front of his door frame, right arm resting on the door. “I need to show you around town,” he said with a smirk as he rested his face on his fist.
I scoffed as I moved away from him, “The only thing you need right now is an urgent shower. You stink like a pig and it’s absolutely disgusting. Besides, I never promised you anything” I said, trying to continue on my way, but Chad just kept getting more and more persistent with every rejection. His nagging was getting annoying.
“Come Y/n I’ll take you to this bar across town, I’ll even pay for your drinks” he kept persisting.
You would think that any decent guy that’s asking you out on a date would obviously pay for them himself. It’s a given but this is Chad we’re talking about. I was sick of his terrible date ideas and I had to face him once again.
“Listen, I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this and how many times I’ll have to repeat it but, I don’t want to go on these stupids dates with you,” I told him as I rejected for what seemed to be the millionth time. And as soon as I said that the door beside us swung open.
Out came a young man wearing a navy blue cap that was covering almost the entirety of his hair but still managed to expose small tufts of dark brown hair from the sides. He looked up at the predicament Chad and I were both in and I was able to get a good look at him.
He had almond-shaped eyes that were a dark brown color and had various beauty marks scattered around his face. He was attractive. Very VERY attractive. Oh no I’m in deep shit, I thought to myself as I quickly turned away when I felt that I was staring at him for too long. He turns away from us and heads towards the elevator doors.
I stayed stunned for a few moments then turned to face Chad again, completely red in the face, dumbfounded, and at a complete loss for words. But before Chad could get another word out I quickly rushed to my apartment and leaned my back against the door once I got inside. My heart is beating fast and my chest feels tight and constricted. I quickly got myself a glass of water from my faucet and though it helped with my fast heart rate, it didn’t help the butterflies swarming around in my stomach. It might sound crazy but I think I’ve just met the man of my dreams.
Ever since then, I’ve made sure to take my sweet time walking down the corridor in hopes to see the cute boy from apartment 512 again. I’ve gone as far as to purposely make small talk and fake my interest in Chad in hopes to see him once more.
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The boy from apartment 512 the one who makes my poor heart beat fast.
I walked into the elevator quickly pressing the button towards the first floor when I heard someone yell “HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!”
Loud footsteps came barreling towards the elevator. The yell of itself was enough to get my blood pumping but, to make matters much worse it was the cute boy from apartment 512 who was coming towards me.
“Thank you so much,” he said out of breath once he got inside. He offered me a smile of gratitude as the elevator doors closed. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing a cap this time but, instead he was sporting a grey beanie with red and blue stripes.
‘He’s the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my entire life’ I internally screamed to myself.
“Yeah, no problem” I responded quietly in hopes I wouldn’t make a fool of myself.
Even if there weren't more than two pieces of dialogue uttered between us, it was enough for my heart to beat faster than the speed of light.
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The boy from apartment 512 who causes me to stutter like I've never done before.
I was manning the cashier station at the cafe I worked at. It was filled to the brim with people who were either typing away on their laptops or having a conversation with their friends.
But on this day, I had finally learned his name.
The busy atmosphere had me tackling customers' orders from left to right, “Hello, may I take your order?” I said as the next customer approached me.
But surprisingly enough, I was greeted by a familiar face.
The cute boy from apartment 512.
“Yes, hello I would like a caramel macchiato please,” he said and I felt my face go red instantly.
Oh my god, it’s him again, I thought as I knew that my brain would start to scramble once more. “O-of course. Coming right up, n-name?” I asked him as I completely stumbled on my words.
“Alex,” he said, “Okay A-Alex your name will be called out when your order is ready,” I tell him as I continue on with my work.
My coworkers had never seen me lose composure like that. It was clear that they would never let me live this down but even if I made a complete fool of myself in front of him, a huge part of me also just wants to keep talking to him both night and day.
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But today I have finally truly decided to confess my love to him
I mentally prepared myself for the next time I interacted with Alex. I’ve finally decided that the next time I would run into him, I would finally ask to get to know him better in hopes that one day friendship will blossom into a wonderful relationship. A giddy laugh escaped me as I thought of the idea.
The cafe was busy as usual, with the same groups of people coming in. As it hit peak rush hour the line of customers just kept getting longer and longer and I was attempting to quickly attend to them to the best of my ability. Somehow, this was not enough to deter the feelings of butterflies in my stomach.
I knock on his door and I get goosebumps,
a blonde answers the door and my heart breaks
As I heard the bell above our door ring once more I raised my head and saw him, Alex. He was holding the door open for a woman as she walked in. They stood close together as they waited in line. This might seem like a bit of an exaggeration but when I saw them conversing together waiting in line the butterflies that were once fluttering disappeared and were replaced with dread. As my heart dropped, I realized that one thing was wanting to be friends with him but, that doesn’t change the fact that I had grown feelings for him. If he’s in a relationship then, what now? I felt lost as to how to handle this.
As the line in front of me kept getting shorter and shorter, I was becoming anxious as his turn was approaching. Though as it was almost the pair’s turn to order, Alex suddenly turns around and leaves the line and when his turn arrives he still wasn’t there. Despite this, I still went ahead and tended his apparent girlfriend.
I truly felt my heart breaking into pieces when suddenly she asked:
"Were you looking for my brother?"
“Hello, may I take your order?” I asked her, “Yes, can I have a vanilla latte please? But um, can we wait a couple of minutes for my brother? He went to the restroom and didn’t tell me his order,” she asked. Then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, this was his sister. I’m so dumb, how could I’ve not realized the resemblance between them?? “Yeah that’s no problem” I finally responded.
Soon enough Alex came rushing towards his sister, “I’m so sorry for the wait” he said once he reached the both of us. “Just hurry it up. I’ll be waiting for you at the table” His sister said as she turned her back to the both of us.
Turning my attention to him as I rang up his order he then speaks up “You’re one of my neighbors aren’t you?” He asks me with a grin. I stop in my tracks as if I’m a deer in headlights.
“Yeah I am actually” I smile at him trying to muster enough courage to continue our conversation.
“I thought so, you were the one who held the elevator door for me the other day right? Also, the one who was yelling at my neighbor.”
My face instantly goes red as I thought back to the first time I met Alex. “In my defense he deserved it. He’s been harassing me ever since I’ve moved in” I shudder at the thought of Chad.
“Yeah I’ve realized that he really is a douche, he enjoys banging on the damn walls at three in the morning” he said as we laugh together at the stupid things Chad has done.
“Okay, okay you’re order will be out shortly,” I tell him with a smile, feeling my heart skip a beat. But Alex doesn’t move from the line.
“To be honest the whole reason I even came here wasn’t really for a drink or anything.” He said gazing towards the floor and rubbed the back of his neck.
“This might be a bit sudden because we’ve barely met but I wanted to actually ask you for your number since you seem really nice and you’re very pretty. If you’re not interested then that’s fine, I’ll just take my drink and go” Alex said sheepishly.
After I heard these words I found myself dumbfounded. At a complete loss for words. ‘DID HE JUST SAY THAT??? HOW DO I RESPOND???’ and from there my mind was absolutely speeding to the point where I just stood there. ‘HURRY UP AND DO SOMETHING!!!’ I yelled at myself, but yet still nothing managed to escape. Alex began to fidget more and more playing with his hands as I just stood there without a response.
“It’s okay, I’ll just go now.” Alex quickly said leaving.
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Alex’s POV
‘SHIT. FUCK. MOTHERFUCKER. STUPID IDIOT.’
I cursed at myself while I walked towards my sister. Laying my head on the table, covering it in utter embarrassment.
“That didn’t go well, did it?” My sister said while casually scrolling through her phone. “And here you were boasting about how much of a smooth talker you were. You sir, just got rejected.”
“Will you shut up?” I groaned at her not raising my head. I’m already embarrassed out of my mind and she is not making it any better.
“Fine fine, you big baby I’ll go get our drinks and then you can go home and cry.” She said standing up as our orders were called.
‘God, why did I think it was a good idea to bring my sister along? How had it not crossed my mind? I hadn’t even given it a second thought as to what I was gonna do if I did get rejected. And to make matters much worse I just got rejected in front of my sister. I will never hear the end of it at family reunions. I’m already mentally digging my grave when I heard my sister come back.
“I think this one is yours” She said as she placed my drink in front of me. I raise my head slightly so I would be able to see what was in front of me. I looked at my cup as it said:
‘To the cute boy from apartment 512’
‘xxx-xxx-xxxx -Y/n’
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A/N- So this is the first time I’ve ever wrote fan fiction before, I mainly stick to drawing so please excuse any mistakes I tried my best. But I hope you liked it over all. Also the lyrics in English don’t make as much sense as they do in Spanish, and it’s was bugging me so if they seem a bit odd you know why.
A special thanks to @tofuyami she really helped me with the brainstorming and editing process <3
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