you belong with me (dream/f!reader)
pairing: yandere!dream x f!reader
warnings: knives, violence, obessive behavior, cursing, mentions of sex, blood
summary: Dream met (Y/N) at a party, which resulted in a one night stand. A mistake, in (Y/N)’s eyes. But for Dream, he never wanted to let you go. He truly believed that he was made for you and you were made for him. He believed with his whole being that you belonged with him.
A/N: this is actually a submission for @basilly’s 1k/ @losingvienna’s 600 song fic event. the song i chose was ‘you belong with me’ by taylor swift. but i decided to twist it a little lololol. congrats so much to basily and losingvienna for reaching such milestones, super proud of them and love their works <3. anywho,i hope you guys like this. :)
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The feeling of the cold knife against your neck made your breath leave your body. You felt him chuckle lowly behind you, making your body shake.
“I missed you,” Dream’s spoke in a gravelly voice. You could feel his hot breath on your ear and neck.
“What do you want?” You asked, swallowing very carefully. It seemed every movement made the blade press harder against your skin.
“Oh, hah, is this knife making you nervous? I’m sorry,” He chuckled again. “But I need to make sure you won’t run away from me again. I got very sad when you ghosted me the first time. Acting as if we didn’t have anything.”
At this point, your knees were getting weak. You knew in your mind why he was here and why he was acting the way he was.
“Do you remember after that night we shared together, your ex-boyfriend called you. He was so upset as something you had said. I remember. Oh do I remember. I remember the anger I felt when he kept going off on you about the same thing. But then I thought, this is good in a way. I can prove to her that he doesn’t get you or the things you say like I do.” With every word he spoke, you kept your eyes screwed shut. You would’ve thought you were having a nightmare if you weren’t grounded by the knife being pushed harder against your skin when Dream got worked up. At this point, you would soon be able to feel blood trickle down.
“Do you remember that, (Y/N)?” Dream asked sternly, causing your eyes to fly open at the calling of your name.
“I do, I do remember that,” You responded quietly, trying not to move too much as you spoke.
“Good, good. You know, I’ve been dreaming of this day. The day you’d be in my arms again. Ever since we stopped talking, I’d been asking myself, ‘Why can’t she see that I’m the one who understands her?’ I would do anything for you.”
He paused and loosened his grip on the knife for a moment.
“You know, I don’t want to hurt you. I’d never want to hurt you. All I want is to see your smile. God, (Y/N), your smile could light up this whole town. I haven’t seen it in a while, which is why I had to have you right now.”
He paused again and leaned forward, making eye contact with you and frowned, “You’re not smiling right now.”
Your eyes were wide as you studied his face. It seemed to be slowly contorting into anger. Suddenly, the knife was held against your throat tight enough to draw blood. Your concerns were proven true when you glanced down and saw a red liquid start to trail down the front of you. You sharply inhaled.
“Oh no, you’re bleeding!” Dream gasped, seemingly in fake concern. “Maybe you should lie down.”
Then, you were unconscious.
As you opened your eyes, you noticed the room you were in was very dimly lit. A part of you wanted to believe you were in your own bedroom, and the past events were just some sickly realistic nightmare. But once you tried to sit up, you felt rough restraints against your wrists and ankles. Dread and panic filled your body as you realized what was happening. Immediately, you started thrashing around, trying your best to do some sort of damage to the duct tape tied holding you down.
The door opened in the midst of your efforts, revealing an angry looking Dream, “(Y/N), what the hell are you doing? Stop moving around.” He stormed towards you and tried to hold you down. You didn’t stop kicking around.
“(Y/N)! Stop it, dammit!” Dream shouted in a deep voice before slapping you. Hard. You tasted the blood from your now busted lip as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“I told you that I didn’t want to hurt you. I can’t believe you just made me slap you. Fuck, I told you! I told you I didn’t want to hurt you!” He continued shouting as he paced around the room. All you could do was watch him. At this point, you decided to just stay silent.
Slowly, he walked over to the bed you were on and sat down beside you. You watched his every move with wide eyes.
“I remember when you drove to my house in the middle of the night. It was after we had our first night together. I guess you couldn’t resist me and wanted more. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I had missed you too. But, I just remember making you laugh. And you showed me some of your favorite songs. God, can’t you see, (Y/N)?” He rambled, looking at you.
You finally spoke up, your voice sounding rough, “What?”
A smile spread across his face as he got close to you, caressing your cheek with his calloused hand, “You belong with me.”
