Imagine being one of the admins on the mcc server that plays just for fun, and flirts with dream mid tournament to make him lose.
It was all just for fun anyway, no matter how hard you try he wouldn't loose focus.
But when he noticed you haven't been whispering to him in chat with your usual "hope you loose, loser" or something along those lines.
He types in chat "this is for y/n!" as soon as his team made it to the finals.
And everyone calls him a simp for doing so but whenever he wins they tease you to congratulate your "boyfriend"
Ending the stream, dream posts their win on twitter and a notification immediately follows, you replied on his tweet with a "congrats, loser <3" he lets out a small giggle and hurriedly replied to you.
Til you both end up dming each other and he spent his night with a new profound crush on a girl that fell asleep on her pillow with him on call.
A/n: MAKING THIS INTO A FIC ON WATTPAD HOLD UP HOLD UP
Summary: A retrospective on the interconnected timeline of Dream, Sapnap, and TV and film star Y/N, via social media.
2020. Dream first mentions having a housemate and refuses to say anything else, and when it turns out Sapnap knows more than he's letting on to his audience, he plays along too. Meanwhile, Y/N brings their housemate to events and yet somehow no-one seems to even know his name.
Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly Non-Binary!Reader, early-20s!reader, reader is an incredibly well known film & tv star and has been living with Dream for several months/just over a year. Polyamory.
{ masterpost : 1/3 }
A/N: 3794 words. OKAY HELLO FRIENDS GUESS WHO'S BACK AT IT AGAIN??? its me. but also considering this is already almost 4k i decided that splitting it up into the 3 years was a good call. it's an interesting style but i like it :)
Taglist is always open! Feel free to message or comment if you'd like to be added! xx
· JUNE ·
In June of 2020, Dream mentions that he has to keep his voice down during a stream, so he doesn't wake his housemate. It is the first time he's mentioned any sort of housemate. He does not mention them again.
Twitter, abuzz, seems to all share the same sentiment:
can you imagine being Dream's roommate? Do you think they know?
· JULY ·
The first trailer for Paramount's upcoming modern, dark fantasy, thriller HELIX, directed by Robert Eggers, and starring Y/N Y/L/N and Amandla Stenberg is released on July 12, 2020. After sweeping the 2019-2020 festival circuit, finally the film will see wider release in mid-November 2020. Described as a stylistic feast, the film appears to accent it's overall Film Noir aesthetics with moments of Psycho-Pop colour and movement, and proffers itself as a deconstruction of the the modern franchise villain. It's an exploration through metaphor of the idea that both the narrative and metanarrative that a villain finds themselves in pushes them to violent extremes in spite of, or even sometimes because of, the valid critiques they make of society, which often bely an anticapitalist agenda. Alongisde this, it offers critique of the modern superhero franchise's thinly-veiled role as military propaganda in Western media. The trailer is set to an orchestral cover of Mother Mother's Body with vocals by Halsey.
· AUGUST ·
In August of 2020, Y/N attends the premiere of their new movie, The New Mutants, seen here on the red carpet with Co-Star Charlie Heaton, accompanied by a friend, who declined to share his name for privacy reasons.
Twitter user @.Y/NS_EYELASH posted the following, among retweeting other, similar supportive sentiments from fellow users:
I love Y/N knowing their needs, cos I saw an interview they did a few years ago talking about how they need someone to help them stay grounded and not anxious on red carpets /1
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but also the fact that they brought their housemate, who is for all intents and purposes Just Some Guy, who won't even give his name? Yes King, Give Us Nothing /lh /2
Several tabloid articles are written speculating about the nature of Y/N and their housemate's relationship. Y/N does not respond, but does like several tweets that discuss how the media bastardises friendships and can ruin them.
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On an alternate channel stream on August 31st, 2020, Sapnap confirms that both himself and George know, have spoken to, and consider themselves friends with Dream's housemate, but claims 'it's a bit weird sometimes, you know...' and though he trails off, he does not elaborate.
The exact reason about what Sapnap find weird about it all and why is hotly debated for a solid week. The reigning theory is jealousy that the housemate is able to see Dream in person.
· OCTOBER ·
In October 2020, at the beginning of a Zoom interview with MTV, the interviewer gives an offhand compliment about their setup and background. Y/N laughs and admits that they asked their housemate's friends for advice, and that the microphone itself is their housemate's; he also lets them borrow it for voice over work.
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Halloween 2020; #DreamWasHaunted trends on twitter after Dream mentions that his housemate dressed as a sexy ghost for Halloween. Sapnap mentions that the mysterious housemate sent him a photo of themselves in costume, again confirming that they are good friends, but also calling it surreal. The twitter @dreams-housemate-updates is created.
Also Halloween 2020, Y/N posts photos of their costume, which consists of a sheet ghost, fishnets, and high heels, captioned 'do you think they'd still let me be in the sequel 😈💖'.
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When the stream ends, and Dream has said his goodbyes, the only sound in the apartment is his PC cooling in the darkness. In moments like these he barely feels real, like he's given everything to his friends and his fans and he's only existing through wishful thinking.
Outside, he's sure countless people his age are losing themselves to the night, cool air turning sticky-hot in the modern day masquerade that was Halloween. His PC is silent, the LEDs of his set up have long since dimmed. He finally relaxes his shoulders, and in that moment the weight of the world slips from them.
Finally, he feels like he can stand.
The rest of the apartment is marginally cooler than his office, but it's still just as dark; pitch black and growing ever closer to midnight, so he turns on his phone light.
It's quiet enough that he half wonders if you've left to join the revelry for yourself, but thinks better of it. You would have at least texted him.
In his room is the only other light in the void darkness of the apartment; you're in his bed, on your side, reading something on your phone. Before he'd started the stream, you'd been going through the photos he took of you in your ghost costume, the two of you laughing hard enough to wheeze, but those few hours feel like a lifetime away. You cast enough light, he turns off his own.
Patches is curled up, purring, and refusing to move where she's decided to curl up practically on your forehead. Her eyes are alert, eyes shining in the glow of your phone screen; the minute she sees Dream she stands, stretches herself into a strange, tall shape, and nimbly running towards him, run just past him, and stand between his legs in the doorway, her tail wrapping around his shin.
Dream looks at Patches, and you look at him.
Yesterday the first episode of The Mandalorian had aired, and of your expansive audience of friends, fans, and followers, he was the only one who saw the way you were almost sick with nervous worry.
Now, your thumb on the screen keeps it from timing out, keeps your face aglow and tired eyes visible. His duvet is pulled up to your nose. He hadn't really expected this, but he's glad for it. No words, no sounds, the ringing in his ears in the darkness.
He pulls off his shirt, leaving him only in sweatpants, and he eases the phone out of your grip. In the moment before he locks your phone, he sees you've been going through your Twitter DMs. There's no light now, his curtains drawn, and the apartment quiet. You shuffle over to make room for him in the dark.
His touch is gentle in the dark, at first to make sure he doesn't collide with you, but then he doesn't let go. You shuffle back. The space lessens between you, and with his hand on your hip, you carefully lean to rest your forehead against his.
"I'm so tired," your voice is a weak, forlorn whisper, and he wraps his arm more securely around you.
Both swallowed by the darkness, by the silence, you know the world can't get to you here. This is a sanctuary.
There's no grand gestures, no declarations, but nothing is quite the same once you both wake up. Not different, just better.
· NOVEMBER ·
FIlming for the upcoming CW show 'Walker' starring Jared Padeleki commenced in Austin, Texas commenced in mid-October of 2020, however in early November, Y/N has been announced as an upcoming guest star in it's first season, and is travelling to film on location. Among various updates on Twitter and Instagram, they post 'turns out i can't 'Netflix and Chill',,, my friends and colleagues going on well produced adventures in the background kinda ruins the mood lmfao'.
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@.dreams-housemate-updates: SAPNAP HAS MET UP WITH THE HOUSEMATE
[quote tweet from @.sapnapalt: can confirm @dream's secret housemate is real and also they're mine now sorry no takebacks]
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On his stream on November 3rd, 2020, Sapnap announces that Dream's housemate has been in town for work. While his chat is clamouring for answers as to who they are, he says they're sitting next to him, but communicate by text, not wanting to be identified by their voice.
"Did you take the job just to visit me?" In a clip from the stream, Sapnap's voice is overwhelmingly fond. After a moment, he adds, "I knew it, you're such a simp, you could have just asked- I won't take it back," he laughs loud and bright, "you literally took a whole job as an excuse to come visit me; you're a simp." And we can hear what is the the first and only, to this point, distinct clip of Dream's Housemate as they laugh.
Three days later, November 6, 2020, Sapnap tweets from his alt account about an impromptu watch party with Dream's Housemate for The Mandalorian Season 2, Episode 2, just after it releases:
@.sapnapalt: excited to be able to watch the new #TheMandalorian episode with dream's housemate since they know more about this series than anyone else i will probably ever meet
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@.sapnapalt: #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty yeah sure but also i don't think you all fully realise WHY this is the best and worst thing ive been a part of
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@.sapnapalt: immediately after watching the recap "i feel like I should remember more of that happening. or any of it." off to a GREAT start #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "not to give anakin skywalker any props but he was right about sand" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "prop department my beloveds" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "costume department my beloveds" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "Pedro Pascal and his tiny muppet child my beloveds" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "tell your followers i just have a lot of love in my heart" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "tweet @.Disney that i (HousemateWasTaken) should kiss pedro pascal in season 3" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "dont tell dream tho. not because i think he'd be jealous, but id feel bad if i got to kiss pedro pascal and he didn't." #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.sapnapalt: "i don't know if he wants to kiss pedro but it'd still feel unfair to me" #HousemateMandalorianWatchParty
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@.dreamwastaken: i give it five minutes before they've forgotten about the episode and just actively start simping for the cast and crew ❤️
Y/N also tweeted on 6 November, 2020. As a guest star on The Mandalorian Season 1, who had been promoted to series regular for Season 2, each week they retweet several posts around the time the new episode airs. This week, they also tweeted 'it doesn't matter if ive known you five minutes or five years, if you ask to watch an episode of #TheMandalorian with me that i tell you im in, you should know that one of the things i tell you when we watch it will be 100% false and i will not tell you which' followed by 'brb tryna convince this cute guy that some of baby yoda is repurposed Kermit the Frog'.
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As of the middle of November, 2020, there is wild speculation about who Y/N was rumoured to be seeing whilst in Texas, though no evidence beyond two tweets from the beginning of the month point to them being close to anyone. Several Instagram story posts have highlighted their love of the people around them in the state, and also deriding the several paparazzi they've had following them.
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"You wanna come with me to New York?" Sunday brought with it the cruel anticipation of Monday just around the corner, but with your face pressed to Sapnap's chest it's easy to shut out the rest of the world, "all expenses paid." Your can't even be bothered to hold back your yawn.
"You want me at your premiere?" There's a smile in his voice that you've come to love the sound of, and his fingertips are tracing patterns across your shoulders. You give a hum of confirmation; his hand stills, palm warm against your back even through your shirt.
"Just got you all to myself, I don't wanna leave yet," it comes out as a contented mumble, holding him a little tighter, "I missed you, dude."
"What, yesterday while you were at set?" He huffs a faint laugh.
"Before that, before we were all, you know," you finally raise your face to look at him, "I... yeah I missed you." There's a flush on his cheeks that you hadn't been expecting, and his eyes are so warm and kind.
"I can't go to New York with you," he says so very gently, which you'd been expecting, but was still faintly disappointing to hear, "it'd be too much of a giveaway, for you and for Dream." And you knew he was right, but you'd still wanted to offer. Still, after a moment, you see the regret in his eyes, "I can't believe I'm turning down meeting Chris Evans," he groaned. At this, you propped yourself up on your hands so you could lean in and give him a soft kiss.
"There's always next time," you assured, and that seems to be enough for him, as he's grinning when he pulls you back in.
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'HousemateWasTaken | Dream's Housemate (Video Blogging RPF)' is now a recognised character tag on ArchiveOfOurOwn, with thirty-four fics; twenty-nine were posted between November 6 and 30. There are thirteen fics in the tag 'Clay | Dream/Sapnap/HousemateWasTaken', and two in the tag 'Clay | Dream/Pedro Pascal/HousemateWasTaken'.
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HELIX premiered in New York on November 17th, 2020, and Y/N attends wearing a black, impecably tailored suit with blood-red embroidery and neon pink accessories, as a stylistic homage to the film itself, and matching their co-star Amandla Stenberg, dressed almost identically with sienna embroidery and neon orange detailing. Highlights from the red carpet interviews and photos include:
The moment Y/N and Amandla first see each other and practically run to hug one another in greeting, beaming.
Y/N posing with Chris Evan and Katie McGrath, like the child in an awkward family photo.
Any and all interviews with both Y/N and Amandla being so bright and joyful that it's almost incoherent, the most notable of which is, after being asked what it was like filming with Chris Evans, both leads turn to each other and just start asking 'Dad Evans?' in a loop, as if its the continuation of some long-running inside joke. It culminates with Chris Evans himself joining them, and both of the young leads cheering 'Dad Evans!' when he does. He regards them both very fondly, seemingly used to this behaviour, and both Y/N and Amandla both then answer the interviewer's initial question with glowing praise for Evans. He gives them both a kiss on the top of the head before they all move on to the next interview.
Y/N arm in arm with the director and the writer, standing tall and looking unshakably confident.
From rogerebert.com:
HELIX (four and a half stars)
In an age where no month is spared from the new release of a slick, shiny blockbuster made for the masses, we are constantly fed black and white morality, and worlds where even shades of grey never seem to stay that way for long. Director Robert Egger's genre-defying 'HELIX' is the refreshing and eloquent open hate-letter to this cult of personality that is the modern, franchise, superhero film, that we as a society didn't realise we so desperately needed. It's a film that will leave you feeling sick and cynical as you walk out of the theatre, but before you're even halfway home you'll be craving a second viewing, whether it be for the style, the story, or the meaning behind it all. From the desaturated design populated with violent, sparing colour, to the masterful way we slip and merge between an ironically upbeat, alternative soundtrack and deeply unsettling orchestral, it all serves to augment the oftentimes chillingly grounded performances which carry this heavy story.
Y/N in the role of protagonist, the supervillain Woolfe, is a masterclass of subtle discomfort unto themselves from the very moment the film begins. Their nuanced idiosyncrasies are relatable and believable as we spend time with them going about their day. The moments linger perhaps a second too long, which, while easy to consciously miss, subtly adds to the distinct impression that Woolfe is out of sync with the rest of the world. As we continue on, and Y/N continues to captivate us as we watch Woolfe's moral, mental, and ethical decline into violent hedonism and depravity, its terrifyingly easy to understand and believe their character progression and decisions, even if we don't agree with it, even if it's completely reprehensible. There's a queasiness that comes the moment you start seeing Woolfe as both a monster and a mirror.
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It should also be noted that in the afternoon of November 17th, 2020, just hours before the premiere began, Y/N tweeted the following:
my stylist is worried that im nervous for the premiere (which you should all see; wide release across North America with midnight screenings tonight) but idk how to tell her im actually fucked up over yesterday's events in a minecraft youtube rp
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me 🤝 @.WilburSoot
playing characters whose rapidly declining mental state and increasing disenfranchisement have lead to extreme, violent, detrimental outcomes, and being villainised by our narratives.
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askdashkldf my housemate just messaged me 'why are you like this'.. its funnier with context, but its also funny without because honestly im kinda asking myserlf the same lol
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MY CUTE FRIEND FROM TEXAS JUST ASKED ME IF I KIN DREAM I HATE IT HERE
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edit: dream is FINE okay?? having kins is ALSO FINE,, none of that is the issue but i can't elaborate on what is the issue asakdfjlsdkjf i have a premiere to get to ..
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i cant believe people think i have a PR team lmfao anyways
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but also hello to dsmp enjoyers who might be finding me now, if u watched yesterday's events and were rooting for either wilbur or especially techno, boy do i have the movie for you! .... also everyone else! HELIX slaps and im excited to share it wit you all!
This marks the first time Y/N has acknowledged any part of the MCYT community publicly. It's the breakdown of a barrier; several content creators had been following you already due to your status as a public figure, but you now follow several content creators back, including both Sapnap and Dream.
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A fanfiction titled 'did you mean it (when you said i was better off dead)' was posted to Archive of Our Own on November 30, 2020 with the following tags: Dream SMP - Fandom, HELIX (2020), Woolfe (HELIX)/Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It Fic, Implied Suicidal Ideation, self aware!woolfe, ghostbur - freeform, FUCK dr michael chris evans all my homies HATE dr michael chris evans, inspired by a tweet, Crack Treated Seriously, on GOD we're gonna get woolfe some love and affection.
· DECEMBER ·
With December of 2020 comes a vague update to Y/N's public relationship status in the form of a photo of a sleeping tabby cat, curled up at the bottom of an unmade bed, posted to Y/N's Instagram story with a poll; Is it morally wrong to date a guy just because you're sad his cat chooses to sleep at the end of his bed and not yours? [Responses: YES (38%) | NO (62%)]
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Throughout December, various interviews and clips from the press junket for HELIX are released on various websites and platforms while the film is still in theatres.
"Are you bringing your roommate to the premiere?" Amandla asks in what appears to be a little bit of down-time between questions while the camera is still rolling.
"That lovely, tall fellow?" Katie McGrath leaned past Chris Evans to look at you, and you smiled brightly but shook your head with bemusement.
"I do like it when he can join me but he does this, like, freelance media production stuff and he's kind of part of this huge project right now, so I have no idea how he'll be for November," you explained with a shrug and a smile.
"Do we know his name and I've just forgotten or is he still cultivating that air of mystery?" Amandla snorts, leaning against you further on the sofa. You shift to make yourself more comfortable, tipping your head to hers.
"Still a man of mystery," you laughed fondly, and the interviewer quickly cleared his throat, next question prepared.
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On a chill stream near the middle of December, 2020, Dream mentions that his housemate technically has Technoblade fanart printed and stuck up around their room.
"I think they're making a shrine," he says mildly, trying to stay neutral even as Sapnap is wheezing with laughter.
"Oh man, they're so gonna hate that you called it that!" He crowed, just as there comes a loud, insistent banging on Dream's door. Sapnap's passed the point of audible laughter.
"Can I help you?" Dream sounds all kinds of smug and teasing, despite how quiet he seems to have gotten since moving away from his microphone. Whoever is at the door, presumably his housemate, is not audible, "it's a little bit of a shrine," he appears to counter some sort of silent argument, "it's his quotes, like three seperate- more than one is a shrine -" there's the faintest sounds of movement, and something that sounds like a hand coming to slap a door or wall, "if you're gonna have a shrine of anyone it should be me or Sap," as if that's somehow a logical argument, "no, like an official one with candles, and the pictures closer togeth-" and his words are cut off very suddenly. Then, after a considerable amount of silence, and to much the shock of everyone both in and watching the stream, the housemate can be heard.
"You're lucky you're cute." It's so quiet half the words can't even be properly heard, and it's not enough to reveal the true identity of the housemate, but it's not hard to figure out what had been said.
The door closes; Dream clears his throat when he's back by his computer.
"They have photos of me up?" Sapnap's tone is all fond and warm, completely ignoring the fact that the stream had heard the housemate's voice very faintly... and were also quickly jumping to conclusions about how they'd shut Dream up so quickly.
"Yeah, the cute ones from when they visited last month."
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The Archive of Our Own tag 'Clay | Dream/Sapnap/HousemateWasTaken' has 22 fics by the end of 2020, and while there are around 27 fics in 'Clay | Dream/HousemateWasTaken', approximately 15 are also tagged with some variation of 'Clay | Dream/Reader', 'Housemate!Reader', or both.
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And shortly after midnight on New Year's Eve, bringing 2020 to a close, Y/N posted the following on Twitter:
EVERYONE SHUT UP ITS 2021 IM MAKING A HIT TWEET
ahem.
🥰 this year's midnight kiss was a dream 🥰
Anon asked: hello!! i saw that requests are open (i think? if not ignore this!!) and i was wondering if u could write a cc!dream x reader where the reader is maybe a faceless streamer as well, or dream just hasn’t seen her face yet for another reason and the first time he does he like… gets all quiet or something and reader thinks it’s bc he thinks theyre ugly and then dream is like “no it’s not that! never that.” djsjsjfroeod i love ur writing tysm!! 😽😽
Summary: Sometimes it's hard to explain what popular, faceless streamers go through to anyone else, so when you find someone whose good, if chaotic, vibes match up with yours, you'll hold onto that friendship tight so long as they feel like the right person to be around. So you're delighted to find that you and Dream operate on the same wavelength. What started as an MCC team up turns into an unshakable bond that you're both hell bent on making everyone else's problem.
Need to Know: They/Them. Popular Faceless Streamer!Reader. Suggestive discussions about CGI characters.
A/N: 3472 words. is this any good? Someone let me know. Can be read as platonic ! 💖 Seriously it's 5am and I'm catching a train in 10 minutes I've been up all night writing is this good???
"Am I nervous about being on Dream's team?" In the few hours before Minecraft Championship began, your nerves had gotten the better of you, so instead of psyching yourself out, you'd gone live early on the training map, "now; no. A few days ago? God, absolutely," you admitted with a warm laugh, "but considering I was acting weird the first time I got to talk to him, and now he's still messaging me to chat, and not just about MCC things, I figure it's on him."
Despite your lack of a camera, your chat could clearly hear how wide you were smiling, already sounding fond despite the relative youth of the friendship you were discussing.
"I was running on not a lot of sleep, and like, I wanna say professional fear," you huffed with faint amusement, "because, like I wasn't starstruck because oh my god its Dream, but more like, I haven't had enough sleep and I'm talking to a man with more followers than there are people living in Australia, you know?"
[Dream: bold of you to assume I am ever well rested either 😂] flashed up in your chat for a moment for everyone to see, and though they couldn't see the surprise on your face, the silence is deafening.
"Shut up, he's here, everyone be cool," you began babbling, "Dream I swear I'm not usually this shit at To Get To The Other Side, I promise," you laughed awkwardly, right before you eat shit on the training map. Then, after a moment, you switch tactics; "also, hey Dream, call me and tell everyone that I'm not lying and we are becoming friends."
It takes a few long moments as you loiter on the training map, looking through comments, many of which were doubtful, before everyone hears the Discord call noise.
"Mods ban everyone who doubted me," you announce triumphantly before you even say hello, and everyone hears Dream's laughter echo across your stream.
"Hello to you too," he chuckles.
"Hi bestie," you play up your closeness, but still he plays along.
"Hey new bestie."
A long moment of silence follows, which you eventually break with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, you didn't need to actually call, I was just being a menace," you admitted sheepishly, starting a new game.
"What are friends for?" Dream responded with easily, and you immediately hit menu and left the server.
"Dude!" You crowed.
"Dude, what?"
"Dude, I was being a menace, you're so nice!" You sound a little muffled, as if covering your face with your hands. Again, Dream laughs, again, it's a kinder sound than you feel like you deserve considering the context.
"We were doing Smash or Pass with the CGI creatures in Spy Kids 2, which I suggested," Dream points out, putting you both on blast in an instant, "and not only were you cool with that, but we both want to smash the Spider-Monkey, so now we're friends. I don't make the rules."
"It's the objectively correct answer," you don't even hesitate before answering, mouth moving faster than your brain, and face still presumably in your hands, "look at that creature and tell me he doesn't; one, sling phenomenal dick, and two, both know and practice aftercare." As you're speaking, if only to provide context for your audience, you tab away from Minecraft to Google image search the Spy Kids 2 Spider-Monkey.
"Yeah, I read your messages, I agree on all fronts; the Spider-Monkey is a service top and would treat us right," Dream added sagely, "but what I'm saying is the fact that we had in depth discussions about our reasoning behind whether we would smash or pass these CGI creatures has forged a friendship that I refuse to back out of."
"That's why you agreed to be my friend?" Your tone was strangely fond at that revelation.
"No, I agreed to be your friend because I posted a Thumb-Thumb from the first movie in our team's chat and you answered 'smash' in all capitals three seconds after I posted it, followed by 'what that thumb do', again, all capitals -"
"I hadn't had a lot of sleep!" You cut in to defend yourself, still sounding vaguely embarrassed.
"I was impressed by your fucking conviction!" He shouts, but the bright affection in his voice keeps him from sounding too aggressive. A few seconds of silence followed, and you tabbed back to Minecraft.
"To those in chat wondering," Dream sounds more than a little amused as he broke the silence, "I hadn't asked Smash or Pass, I literally just posted a picture of the Thumb-Thumb in the group chat; they responded before I had a chance to follow up."
"I don't know what I was thinking," you mumbled, sounding all kinds of bashful.
"I want to study you," you could hear him smirking. It was easy to play up your embarrassment when your chat couldn't see you grinning, "for the record you were really quiet when we first all met in the VC, so it surprised me - in a good way, of course."
"A good way?" You asked dubiously.
"Hey, if it wasn't, I wouldn't have DMed you to follow up, I wouldn't have bothered to watch your stream to try and get to know you better, and I wouldn't have called when you asked," he points out with a strangely kind bluntness to his words. You're once again quietly, ruminating on his words as a warmth blooms in your chest.
"Okay now I am kind of starstruck," you mumble, flustered and fond, "you need me to fight someone for you I definitely will," which gets him to laugh, and begins your long, public history of being a Dream Stan on main.
After your group places 4th in MCC, you anticipate your fast-formed friendship with Dream to fade considerably. You tell yourself you don't mind, that that's what happens; you're friends now, sure, but you shouldn't expect to be especially close.
But he's still just as quick to answer you. He starts conversations. He calls you just because he's had a strange thought he wants to talk through with someone, and you're one of his first choices, so of course you start calling him in similar situations. It doesn't take long for a script to form, even if it's just between the two of you, neither live, even sometimes bleeding into your DMs; Bestie, I've had a thought. / Terrifying, continue.
While you don't interact live often anymore, you speak in private almost daily, and neither of you forgets the joke even when the other isn't around to hear it. Jokes about stanning turn to jokes about simping, made all the more amusing by neither of you knowing what the other even looks like.
While you begin to develop a solid friendship with George and Sapnap along the way, so too does Dream get to know your own housemate, an ASMR YouTuber who is kind but bemused by your burgeoning friendship with one of the biggest names on the platform. Still, she gets along well just as you do with the rest of the Dream Team.
And when your housemate moves out and you're by yourself in the little two-bedroom apartment, they make sure you never feel lonely.
While live interactions were limited, you never hesitated to defend one another, no matter the platform. Mods in your streams quickly learned that if vitriolic Dream-Antis weren't banned before they properly got your attention, you would put them on blast without a shred of mercy.
[the bit is dead. you and dream don't give a shit about each other we know this is for clout. let it go] pops up as a donation that slipped through the cracks, and you, who had been ranking notable Cyberpunk NPCs on a tier list, and had mentioned in an offhand way that you and Dream got into an argument about some of the A-Tier choices, go dead silent.
The mood drops.
"Can you please explain how?" Voice absolutely poisonous and calm, you let your mouse rest idle in the middle of the screen, "mods let them speak; can you bring up this proof that everyone knows about that insinuates that my friendship with Dream is a spiteful bit on my behalf?" And you wait.
[everyone knows. obviously. you guys aren't friends you don't ever talk]
"Obviously," you give a thin-lipped smile that no-one sees as you read a message from Dream himself, asking if you want him to call. You hit call and continue to address the troll, "not that I have anything to prove to you, or anyone," you drawled, feeling rather smug seeing that Dream had picked up, "hey bestie, sorry to interrupt your hot boy shit, but get a load of this clown," you snorted.
"You want me to ban them?" Dream asks with the kind of lazy, smug confidence that was rarely warranted in your shared discussions, but made a pleasant little shiver run down your spine every time you heard it. Chat was screaming.
"That's right, you have mod privileges on my streams, don't you?" Your tone is frankly catty, so full of smug confidence that even without a visual your audience is practically able to picture your smile.
"Yeah, you gave them to me months before we even talked about you joining the SMP -" Dream's own tone shifts as he stops matching your energy to menace you on your own stream. As anticipated, it broke you into disbelieving laughter as you shrieked for a moment.
"You're such a dick!" You laughed brightly, "I've been building up that will-they-wont-they-invite-me bit since MCC!"
"Okay, bye bestie, love you!" Dream announced cheerfully over the top of your dismay before immediately hanging up the call. While you're half-groaning, half-laughing at his sheer audacity, one of your other mods was quick to post that this is how people knew you were actually good friends, and for once your chat was in absolute agreement. At least when they weren't begging you for details on your SMP character and when you might finally join.
"I never said I accepted the invite," you tried to play coy, but it was futile, "he's so lucky he's cute."
Thankfully the overall reception to Dream's brief cameo was positive, and at least for a few days the people claiming you were a clout chaser quietened down. It's a brief reprieve but you're still glad for it.
In some ways you found it easier being faceless online; it's easier to disconnect yourself from a lot of the baseless hate. That being said, you found yourself, like many of your faceless fellow creators, to be a lightning rod for speculation and cruel potential comparisons. And more than anything, people went to horrifying lengths to try and discover your true identity behind the screen.
"Would you ever do a proper face reveal?" You hear yourself asking Dream at an hour that's arguably both too late and too early.
"I mean I want to," he admits, "I want to meet my friends and fans and make IRL content, you know?" Serious conversations were happening more and more often between you two. Maybe it's a sign of closeness, "but still the idea kind of freaks me out, like I'm losing a safety net. I love Sap and George but now that they're out there it's like they've kind of forgotten what it's like, and now my numbers are fucking astronomical, it's..." The way he signs betrays just how exhausted he was by certain aspects of his success.
"I know..." While your numbers may not be even close to Dream's, you've still got a few million subscribers of your own, and know all too well how the pressure aches. Still, you try to lighten the mood, "I'll make you my lock screen."
"What, now?" He laughs with confusion
"After your face reveal I'll make you my lock screen," you tell him with complete sincerity. You're not completely sure what reaction you're hoping for, but silence isn't it.
"Dream?"
"I've had an idea," he muses, sounding suddenly energetic, and you don't even have time to make an intrigued noise before he's continuing, "we should meet up."
"In person?"
"Yeah, you come to me or I'll come to you," enthusiasm is spilling from him, and you hear him begin to frantically type. You, however, are far more hesitant.
"Why? What would be the point?" And at your question, the tapping of the keys goes silent.
"I wanna hang out with you?" He says a little awkwardly, almost like it's a question, "I want to see you in person? You're one of my best friends? I think it'd be funny for two of the biggest faceless streamers to do a meet-up before either of us face reveal? Take your pick," he sounds a little defensive.
"I-" you find yourself touched by the sentiment, overwhelmed at his words, "I know we are friends, and I know it's kind of something we joke about, but I always figured, you know, you had George and Sap and..." you feel your chest swell with pride, "do you really think of me as one of your best friends?"
A long silence follows.
"Do you not?" He asks, sounding a little disappointed, which has you backpedaling almost immediately.
"Of course I do, but I don't -" you hesitate before admitting, "I don't really have any other best friends. I like my housemate but ours is a convenience thing more than anything else."
"You're a different kind of best friend to Sap or George, or you know, even different to Karl or Q," he tells you after a few moments of deliberation, but at least he seems to be in better spirits, "but yeah, I still consider you one of my best friends." The typing on his end of the call has tentatively resumed.
"What kind of different?" You ask gently, and are again met with hesitation.
"There's parts of how I..." He trails off and hums thoughtfully, trying to organise his thoughts, "the way we exist online- no... I mean yes but it's not quite..." Then, carefully, "you know me," and he lets it hang in the silence between you both, and you give him the time to elaborate, heart in your throat, "you know me in a way that's very hard to describe and so much harder to find, because I feel like you know me in the nichest way, you know? Since that random-ass call the day of MCC, I was like, sure about you in a way that I'd never been about another person. Like safe - I mean," and he splutters half sentences again for a few moments, like he hadn't quite meant to admit that last part, but you're glad he did. You knew exactly what feeling he was talking about, the one that burned deep in your chest, that you knew you could never dream to find the words for.
You tell him your address.
He goes quiet.
The typing continues.
"So this is it, I'm coming to visit," suddenly he sounds nervous, and despite feeling that too, you can't help but grin.
"How soon?"
"Two days?"
"Two days!" The way you cheer in confirmation is cathartic for you both; you hear him definitely hit enter to purchase the plane ticket, and he laughs like he can't believe it's really happening. Then, as the laughter dies down, your voice turns quiet and fond, "you make me feel safe too, Dream."
"Stop," he sounds plaintive but still somehow bright, "I already kind of feel like I'm about to cry, I can't believe I get to see you so soon."
"So soon," you echo the affirmation with a smile.
To celebrate you watch and movie together, ending up falling asleep on the call. All you feel when you wake is how giddy you are knowing how soon it would be until you saw your best friend in person, finally!
He insists on taking an Uber from the airport, wants your first time seeing each other to be somewhere your voices have no chance of getting recognised, so by the time you buzz him into your building your practically sick with anticipation. Pacing with your earbuds in, something about hearing the echo of his real voice at your front door just ahead of hearing him in the call, it makes it all feel so real.
"I'm gonna hang up and knock now," his tone is so gentle, like he can tell you're freaking out more than he is right now.
"Okay, love you," you blurt out on tense instinct. He hangs up but you can hear his fond laughter the moment before he starts to knock. He doesn't even get a third knock in before you've wrenched the door open, heartbeat in your ears, absolutely clueless on what to expect -
He's real. He's a real person and he's standing in front of you and your best friend Dream has kind eyes. Around the time you register that this isn't a trick, that he's got wavy hair and he's tall and pale as all fuck, you realise that you're definitely checking him out, which somehow feels weirder when it hits you that he's actually very handsome. He had a place in your heart pretty much since you met him, but this is a welcome surprise.
"Do you wanna come in?" You asked with a little laugh, stepping to the side and gesturing him in. His expression was unreadable as he stepped past you, "it's good to see you," you tried, but once you closed the door and turned around, you couldn't help but feel self conscious.
"Come on man, this is really me, I'd rather you not do a bit, I've been cleaning but I tried to -" you dip your gaze to avoid looking at him, scouring your outfit for any stains you made have noticed, hoping his reaction was to something you could fix -
"This isn't a bit, sorry, I promise," he says in a rush, stepping forward. When you finally look back up, he's smiling at you, hand hovering like he went to touch your cheek but he's not sure he's allowed, "I cannot believe you've been this pretty behind the screen this entire time, this is so unfair, I could have bought a plane ticket months ago."
Slowly, as his words sink in, you feel yourself beginning to grin and grow flustered.
"Okay, this bit I approve of -"
"Who says it's a bit?" He crowed, stepping closer to you, cupping your face with his hand, "look at your face, this isn't a bit, you're hot! Who let you be hot?" And you know that tone, have heard that smile in his words before; the fact that this smile was behind it every time?
"No, shut up, you're not allowed to simp over me, I'm meant to be simping over you; you just finished a plane and uber ride, how are you not a hot mess? Who let you be hot?" And immediately he's turning red, basking in your compliments with a wide grin.
"We're gonna be insufferable on stream, aren't we?"
"Without a doubt," you beam, and finally you pull each other into a tight hug.
After dinner you drag a second chair into what is now your office, making sure the space was set up for you both to be comfortable. Once your computer is booting up, he pulls out his phone and instructs you to make half a heart with your hand in front of the computer. He completes the heart with his own and snaps a photo, your aesthetic set up in the background.
[am I really in @Y/N's apartment IRL for the most convoluted meet up ever or am i very good at photoshop? idk you decide] is how he captions the photo, which you immediately retweet onto your main account with a link to your Twitch.
"I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends!" You quote loudly at your chat to start your stream, immediately causing Dream to laugh, leaning over to press his forehead against your shoulder while you continued on strong, "and neither will you! Welcome to the most confusing and least provable meet up! Special guest Dream, do you wanna say hello?"
"I do," he wheezed, "I'm special guest Dream, coming to you live from Y/N's office, believe it or not!"
"I'm seeing a lot of non believers here," you mumbled with faux disappointment.
"They don't have to believe," Dream points out, far less performative than he'd been a moment ago. When he smiles at you, something eases in your chest. There's no weird tension, or uncomfortable silences, or doubt. Your best friend is by your side; the only thing that matters in this moment is him.
hey!! can you maybe write a dream x fem!reader (romantic) where the reader is australian and flys out to see dream irl for the first time (they are a faceless streamer and he doesnt know what she looks like) and is suprised to see her bc he didnt know like george and sapnap set it up!!
and it ends in cuddles and dream making fun of her accent
I’ve never written an Australian reader, but I did some research into common words/speech patterns so hopefully I didn’t mess it up too badly
Pairing: CC!Dream x fem!reader (romantic)
Day Dream
As you exit the plane, you can't help but be startled at the Orlando airport's atmosphere. You've lived in Australia your whole life, but that didn't mean you hadn't traveled before. Just never to America.
Luckily there were signs pointing you as to where to go, so you follow those. Soon enough you've grabbed your suitcase off the baggage claim and are ready to try and find Sapnap and George. They said they were going to pick you up, but who really knows with them. Plus you were faceless, so all the responsibility fell upon you to find them.
“What the fuck is the point of having people pick you up if they can’t give you a clear direction?” You mumble to yourself, staring down at the group chat you have with them.
Wandering through the pick up area, you’re resigned to just walking until you find them. After about five minutes of lugging a heavy ass suitcase around, you finally spot a familiar face holding a whiteboard.
Sapnap hadn’t even bothered to erase George’s name from it, just crossing it out and writing yours under it like an idiot. Speaking of George, he was noticeably missing from the scene. Maybe he had stayed in the car, because he was definitely part of the reason why you took so long to find them.
“Sapnap!” You call out.
His head jerks your way, eyes going straight past you to scan the entire crowd before skeptically returning to you. As a reward for guessing you right, you give an awkward wave and speed-walk towards him.
“Hey! How are you?” You ask.
“Pretty fucking great! Hug me!” Is his enthusiastic response.
Obliging, you drop your hold on your suitcase and step in for a brief hug.
“George passed out in the backseat a minute ago.” Sapnap laughs, “so sorry about that. We have to put your suitcase in the trunk.”
“The trunk of your Tesla!”
“Eh.” He shrugs, trying to play it off as cool.
“You love your car.” You point out, following him to the back of it.
“It’s a cool car! Here, hand me it.”
After he situates it to his liking, he pauses. “Right side is passenger.”
“What?”
“American. We drive on the right side of the road. George tried to get in driver first, so I thought I’d warn you.”
With a grateful smile, you nod. “Thanks.”
“I call dibs on teaching you how to drive here though.”
“Wait, you’re what?”
Sapnap laughs, heading to get into his car. You quickly hurry to the right side door, opening it and sliding in before him.
“Sapnap, you’re what?!”
“Shh, the beauty queen is sleeping.”
Glancing over your shoulder, you look at George. Just as Sapnap had said, he was dead asleep leaning against the door.
“What the fuck did you guys do?”
“We tired Dream out so he wouldn’t notice us leaving.” He admits.
“Did it work?”
“No, but that’s because George tripped over Patches.”
What the fuck went on in that house?
As he starts driving in some random direction, you settle for looking out the window at Orlando. Before long your thoughts turn to Dream and the idea of actually being with the Dream Team for a few weeks.
Despite dating Dream for the past year, you had never met in person. Hell, he had never even seen your face! But that was why Sapnap and George helped set this up. You coming all the way here was a surprise for him. No more daydreaming about meeting him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be disappointed by you.
“Where are we?” George mumbles, sitting up and looking around.
“Good morning princess.” Sapnap teases, laughing.
“Get your beauty rest?” You join in.
He jolts, eyes going wide. “What?!”
“Hey.”
“She’s here! You’re here! And you sound- you sound Australian!”
“Woah, almost like I’m from Australia!”
“Shut up. Did I sleep through the airport?”
“Yeah, you did.” Sapnap shakes his head.
“I was tired! It’s not easy outlasting Dream!”
There’s a beat of silence before the entire car bursts into laughter at the unintentional sex joke. From that moment onwards any tensions from meeting for the first time vanish, turning back to your normal friendships. Or as normal as it gets with Sapnap and George.
“Holy shit.” You murmur when Sapnap turns into the house.
“Dream wasn’t kidding when he said he was a multi-millionaire.” Sapnap jokes.
“It’s huge, I’m still not used to it.” George adds.
“Alright.” Sapnap announces, turning the car off. “Are you ready for this?”
“I saw George’s vlog, you know. Don’t use your recycled pep talk on me.”
Although you probably could do with a pep talk, even recycled, you open your door and step out.
“At least I offer pep talks!” He yells through the closed door, before stepping out and repeating it.
“I can give pep talks!” George argues, following you two.
“Prove it then.”
“I will.”
“I’m fine without one.” You interject, looking behind you at George only to falter upon seeing his camera. “Are you recording?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Sapnap immediately says, “don’t let the gate close on you, it closes fast. Ready?”
He pauses by the door, hand on the handle with a teasing grin.
“I sat outside for like three minutes.” George shrugs.
“Ready.” You lie, preferring to rip off the bandaid than slowly peel it off.
With that, Sapnap opens the door. It creaks just a little, the floors making noise when each of you enter.
“Dream!” Sapnap yells.
“Ow.” George groans, stepping away. “You didn’t have to be so loud right next to my ear.”
“Where have you guys been?!” Dream yells back, and you jump.
Holy shit. He was real. He was somewhere in this fucking house right now. And you were about to meet him. Dream had FaceTimed you second, right after George, but being in person was just different.
“You’re scaring Patches guys.” Dream complains, rounding a corner with Patches on his heels. She quickly vanishes at the sight of you though. “And there she goes. What-“
The abrupt silence fills the air with tension, and you meet his eyes.
“Hey.” You awkwardly say.
“YEAHH!” Sapnap cheers, breaking Dream out of his shock. “KISS!”
“Sapnap!” You and Dream exclaim in unison.
“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking here.”
“Yeah I- I’m coming in for a hug.” He says sheepishly, opening his arms and heading towards you.
Immediately, you wrap your arms around him in a tight hug.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” He whispers.
You laughs, leaning upwards to kiss him. It’s short and sweet, and technically your first kiss, but it’s perfect.
Even Sapnap and George cheering don’t ruin it.
“How are you here?!” He exclaims, pulling apart only to wrap an arm around your waist.
“Me.” George says.
“This was my idea first!” Sapnap protests.
“But I made it happen! I literally had to message her!”
“You fell asleep at the airport!”
“How about we give me the credit because I fucking flew here from Australia?” You ask.
“Your accent.” Dream points out.
“Wow, you’re all a bunch of geniuses.”
“I mean it’s stronger in person.” He huffs, rolling his eyes in what you think is an affectionate way.
“The Australian has an Australian accent! Oh no!”
“Accent.” He mocks, smiling at you.
“Common L for you.” Sapnap sighs.
“Can I do the house tour?” George asks suddenly, looking eager.
“You barely know the house.” Dream points out.
“I know it perfectly. This way is the bathroom.”
“Wrong way.”
“I knew that, obviously.”
Dream laughs but let’s George and Sapnap lead the way in the actual direction of the bathroom.
“I can’t believe you’re actually here.” He whispers to you, a dopey smile on his face.
“Me either.” You admit. “But I’m here to stay for a little.”
He steals another quick kiss from you before looking up at the backs of George and Sapnap. “Quick, let’s catch up before they realize we aren’t paying attention.”
-
“Repeat that.”
All you had wanted was to watch a movie with your boyfriend in person for the first time, but apparently that was too much to ask for.
“I’m not going to repeat it!”
Dream laughs, a movement you can feel because of how you’re pressed to his chest. His arms hold you to him, not allowing you to escape. Being able to cuddle is new, but very welcome.
“Oh come on, it’s cute! Say oat milk.”
“This is bullying!”
“Say it!”
“This is so fucked, how could you do this to me?”
“After.”
You sigh and give in. “After.”
He laughs again, making you smile.
“Ever think that you’re the one with the weird accent?” You challenge.
“No.” With a sweet kiss to your temple, he speaks again. “Say the Cleo line?”
First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3
⇝ARTIC COLD.
CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.
SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.
WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!
A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! <33
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Also on ao3!
You were used to travelling at this point.
Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.
And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.
After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.
Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.
It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.
But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.
"You look like a penguin."
George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.
"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."
"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.
"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.
"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.
"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.
Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.
He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.
It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.
It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.
And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.
"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"
"Wait, that's possible!?"
Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.
"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.
"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.
"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.
"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.
"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.
But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.
The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.
Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.
Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.
After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.
But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.
"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."
You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.
"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.
"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"
"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."
You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.
You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.
"Wh-"
"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."
You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.
"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.
"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.
"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."
"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.
"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.
"Truce?"
The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.
Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.
"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."
"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.
"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.
"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.
"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.
"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.
His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.
"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.
Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.
His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.
And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?
Maybe he was deluded.
That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-
What?
What the fuck?
What the actual fuck?
He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.
Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.
And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.
He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.
"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.
His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.
"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.
"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.
He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.
Fuck.
You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.
You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.
But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.
Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.
"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."
"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"
The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.
"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"
Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.
"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."
"Great! Here, let me hel-"
"You can just share with me."
Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.
"That's fine, right?"
"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."
"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.
"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.
"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."
Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.
After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.
"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.
"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.
A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.
"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.
"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.
"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.
You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.
"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.
"You got it?"
"Yep."
Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.
"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.
That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!
"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"
"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.
"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."
"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"
"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.
You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.
But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.
Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.
"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.
"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.
"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.
After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.
You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.
"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.
"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.
You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.
You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.
You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.
"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.
"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."
He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.
"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."
"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."
It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.
Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.
"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"
You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.
"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."
Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.
"In a non-platonic way."
"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.
"Please say somet-"
"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.
"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."
"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."
You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."
He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.
"Holy shit."
And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.
"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.
note: TGIF! here is a sapnap au for you all. this imagine includes smut, so MINORS DNI!
pairing: drummer!sapnap x fem!reader, ft. lead singer dream
wc: 2.9k words
summary: when your friend drags you to see a band you’ve never heard of, the show goes out with a bang (between you and the drummer, that is). contains graphic descriptions of oral sex (m and f receiving) as well as mild dirty talk, once again MINORS SCOOT!! >:(
write about the reader having a onlyfans and she ask dream to do a video with her and idk you can go on from there
anon ur brain is so fucking big
DOLLS LOOK EVEN BETTER ON CAMERA | dreamwastaken
DREAM X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, dumbification
word count: 832 <3
You were currently sitting on the floor at the base of your shared bed with your boyfriend setting up the camera in front of you. All of this had started due to you jokingly asking Clay if he wanted to on camera with you.
He didn't care that you did onlyfans, on the contrary he was subbed to you and would occasionally tune into your livestreams but nothing beat actually being able to fuck you. So it wasn't that surprising that someone as possessive as Clay wanted to actually show all of your followers who you belonged too.
So as he pressed the start streaming button on your phone and went and sat back down in front of you all you could do was ogle at him and how blessed you were with an amazing boyfriend.
"C'mon princess tell them what we're doing today" He said with his raspy voice snapping you back into reality.
He had just finished one of his once in a blue moon streams so his voice was pretty fucked due to all the screaming and laughter- imagine if his fans- no fuck his friends saw him right now.
You swallowed all your nerves and looked at the camera and said with a gulp, "Erm I'm gonna be sucking my boyfriends dick today."
As you finished your sentence messages started to pour in, some about who Clay was, others asking you to take off your lacy set of lingerie and others asking you to start doing stuff.
With one last words on encouragement you said to yourself you started palming his dick through his boxers causing a low groan to stumble out of his lips helping you gain some confidence as you picked up the pace causing more disgruntled noises to slip through his lips.
As you pulled your hands away, you replaced it with you mouthing at his aching cock through his boxer causing a wet spot to pool on his boxers with a mixture of pre-cum and your spit whilst you look up at him through your lashes.
"F-fuck stop being a bitch and teasing me" He throws his head back and as much as you want to be a brat you know if you act good the results are usually a lot better for you.
You pull down his boxers in a swift motion and start jerking off his dick while rolling his tip with your thumb. You re-adjust so the screen can see his leaking tip.
As you pick up the pace he pulls your face up and kisses you and whispers in your ear, "Good girl keep going for me" the words of praise are clearly meant for just the two of you softening the crudeness of the scene.
You fall back down to your knees with a thud! and start kitten licking his tip lapping up the salty cum. He tries pushing you to take the whole length in your mouth but you move his hands and run your tongue along the bottom of his dick from the base to his tip and place a kiss on the top of his cock.
You're playing with fire because Clay is reaching his tipping point and it's evident as the look on his face is morphing from one of pleasure to one hiding the pleasure with impatience.
You tease him for just a little longer until he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your mouth to take the entire length causing you to gag.
"God can't you ever just be good" He says while fucking your face hitting the back of your throat every-time.
As tears start to from in your eyes he keeps using your throat as a flesh light, your spit coats his dick and some of your makeup is starting to get fucked up.
"My stupid little doll, you love my dick so much don't you? You’re such a whore" The mix of degradation and possessiveness causes you to man on his cock sending vibrations up his body and gaining you an airy moan.
He keeps going, making sure you know who you belong to and fucking your throat absolutely stupid- you're not gonna be able to talk for days.
"My silly little bitch, i've fucked you dumb haven't I?" He asks but he already knows the answer.
With a few more thrusts he finishes in your mouth but pulls out midway so his cum splays all over you face.
While you try to catch your breath he shuts the stream off and you remind yourself to remember to check how it went after.
When he returns to the bed he pulls you onto his lap and kisses you completely not caring he just came in your mouth. But the kiss deepens and he pushes you onto the bed with him hovering over you and putting both your hands together above your head.
"Oh doll since you love to tease I think I may have to teach you a lesson"
you and your new roomy decide to go for a swim to welcome you into your new house spiraling far beyond what you could expect
CC!DREAM X CC!FEM!READER
WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise kink, pet names, use of dreams real name, use of sapnaps real name unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), hot tub room sex, ruined orgasm, no fucking plot this is just porn im so horny rn
word count: 2.5k
authors note: this is my first time writing smut in a while, so please tell me if i need to add some stuff to my warning list n shit like that and overall how it was lmao- enjoy cunt <3
storyline: roommate!dream catches you using a ~toy~
warnings: mentions of female genitalia, using a sex toy, getting caught, mentions of aftercare
authors note: kind of a short one but I still like it, hope you do too! <3 <3
!nsfw after the cut!
it's a typical saturday evening and you're bored out of your mind. you're laying in your bed, scrolling through your Instagram feed. your roommate Dream is streaming in his room and you don't wanna bother him. he said that he wouldn't end stream until like 5pm, so you have plenty of time to do whatever you want.
even if it seems kind of wrong and dirty with Dream behind the other wall, it's not like hes gonna hear it. thinking that, you slowly reach for the vibrator in your drawer and tug your panties off, leaving you butt naked wearing nothing but a t-shirt. you put the toy against your clit and turn it on. even on the lowest setting, it feels good as hell. especially when you haven't fucked with anybody in weeks, even months. a small moan leaves your lips, giving you a bit of adrenaline rush because you really don't want Dream to hear you pleasuring yourself. even if you kinda like him, it's not worth ruining a good friendship over some sex. you turn the vibrator on the medium setting and move it up and down on your clit. "fuck" you whimper, as quietly as possible. you hear Dream calmly talking to his chat from the other room. everythings cool. he can't hear you. tiny moans and curses leave your lips as you turn the vibrator on the highest setting. "ahh fuck..." you moan, desperate for a climax.
then something makes your heart skip a beat. you hear Dreams voice saying "alright chat! thats the stream for today. i'm feeling a bit tired, sorry i'm ending early. make sure to sub to my youtube..." and blah blah blah. "why the fuck is he ending early?" you think. did he actually hear you? needless to say that you absolutely do not want him to "catch you in the act" you pull a blanket over your lower half and put the vibrator on a lower setting.
you hear a knock on your rooms door. "can I come in?" it's Dream. you can't think of an excuse quick enough to stop him from coming into your room, so you just say "yeah" and try to act normal. he walks into your room, acting perfectly casual. something about it still weirds you out. "sooooo, why did you end stream early?" you ask, nervousness bkeeding through your voice. he just answers "I had better things to do. can I sit on your bed?"
"sure," you say. you feel sweat on your forehead and your heart pounding as he sits closer to you. "so, why are you wearing a blanket? is it too cold in here, because I can turn the heat up if you'd like," he blabbers in a sweet voice. "or I could just cuddle you?" you feel as your heart skips another beat. what the fuck is this man doing? although, he mustve already caught you now. hes jsut toying with you. "sure," you answer in a bright voice.
he gets under the blanket and comes next to you. "so, what are you doing, just laying here without me?" he whispers. "uhh, nothing, just bored i guess," you answer. your heart is pounding against him, he probably knows exactly ehat you're doing. "yeah, I can imagine it can be boring without someone else." he suddenly grabs the vibrator in your hand and turns it to the highest setting. you moan as he pushes it on your clit. "you think I wouldn't notice, angel?" he whispers. "I- i-" you stutter. "no it's alright, I don't mind. just remember to invite me in next time, wont you?"
you couldve only imagined all the outcomes this had, but you did not imagine this. "dream.. what the.." your sentence is stopped by a moan. "don't worry darling, I'm gonna make you cum," he reassures. his free hand is roaming around your body, groping your chest and hips. "i'm so close," you're squirming around, his hand on your stomach keeping you still. "go on, cum for me angel," he softly demands. the intense climax rushes through your body in a wave, from the tip of your toes to your lips, as you cum on the vibrator hes holding. you moan and whimper from the orgasm as Dream praises you. "good girl," he whispers into your ear and gives you a kiss. "so beautiful when you're shaking like that." you quietly moan an "uh-huh" as he kisses your cheek and says "lets have a bath now, shall we? we can cuddle after. you were so good, darling."
hi sushi! I was in sapnaps stream earlier and someone said his voice is attractive and I was thinking like an imagine where he has a long distance relationship and after the stream he goes to his partner and tells how this took him by surprise and the reader is like “yea you’re voice is hot.” and idk maybe his partner can be a streamer and this happens while their on stream or something but the fans don’t know they’re together and they kinda forget this and act all flirty during the stream. (can be gn or fem you can choose) sorry for the long request lmao i’m just a sapnap simp
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ᥒ ៹ ࣪˖. hello beloved 🍒 anon, one of the biggest sapnap simp i know. here's your request! it's pretty short but i hope you like it ᵕ̈
ρ ៹ ࣪˖. cc!sapnap ⨯ gn!reader imagine
ᥕ ៹ ࣪˖. 1.2K WORDS. fluff! sapnap has a hot voice, reader is a tired s/o, but they love each other lots anyway. oh and karl jacobs is here for a few seconds.
Sapnap breathes out, tugging at his hair softly before letting his hands fall uselessly to his side.
He's gotten compliments similar to that, sure, but he realized that he has never heard it from you. With his newfound discovery in mind, he shuffles across the hallway, smiling as he reaches his favorite room to sleep in. ( Even though he has the comfier bed ).
Knuckles rap against the door quietly, with Sapnap standing outside of your room wearing a befuddled and weary expression—like he always does after every stream. Although it's only been around three seconds, he grows restless and swings open your door to find you staring intently at your screen.
Huh, he thinks to himself as he closes the door. You're probably in a game.
"Hi, Sapnap," you say distractedly, flicking your finger to press a key-bind.
Sapnap smiles in response, even though you don't see it. "Someone told me my voice is really hot," he begins because it's always a good conversation starter.
He thinks he hears you laugh softly and feels warmth rush to his chest—he believes he will never get tired of hearing that same sound over and over again, and then he realizes he now understands what the fans mean when they say that they keep repeating a clip of Sapnap laughing. He wishes he could repeat you telling him you love him over and over again—even if it will slowly sound like a broken record. To him, it'll probably sound like a sweet melody.
"Oh, yeah?" you fire back.
Sapnap nods, melting into a cocky grin. "Mhm."
You open your mouth to speak, but a donation plays in your headphones, and you turn all your attention back on your screen again.
He fights back the urge to rip your headphones off of your head. Sapnap pouts, climbing over the bed where your chair meets the mattress. The duvet softens against his weight, yielding as quick as he does when you give him even a look—all familiar and warm because he's been here longer than he's been anywhere, spending late nights cuddling with you while he talks about this guy that pissed him off in a game and how he kicked the ass of said guy. Sapnap smiles fondly at the memory.
He watches you beam, unmuting yourself again. "Thank you so much for the ten gifted, luhvs! Uh, hi to your friend, Ka—"
Sapnap eyes roll a full circle—exaggerated, honestly, but he's always had a thing for dramatics—as he grips your chair, whirling it around to face him.
You trail off, giving him a look. "What?"
This is where you two have made a big mistake.
"Are you not even gonna agree?" he grumbles, leaning back to sit down on your bed stubbornly.
You quirk a brow, smiling in amusement. "Agree to what?" you ask sweetly, temple meeting the middle of your palm. He thinks it's unfair how good you look in his hoodie.
Sapnap blinks as confusion furrows into his brows—before it releases just as quickly, realization dawning on him. "You're doing this on purpose," he notes, crossing his arms.
Innocently, brows pinch together with faux confusion, a grin playing on your lips. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He groans. "I just need to hear you agree!"
"Why would I? Your ego is big enough as it is!"
Sapnap doesn't know if he should feel offended. "Yes, but—" He cuts himself off, deciding to pull you in his lap instead, keeping you flush against him. "C'mon! Why are you so stubborn," he complains light-heartedly.
"No!" Wiggling evasively in his lap, you yelp when he starts to tickle your sides lightly. "Why do you need to hear it from me so bad if you've already heard it today?"
"Because my ego needs some loving from you," he coos, kissing your head.
"You're so gross," you say as you lean to kiss him on the cheek. He deserves it anyway.
When you pull away, his eyes are sparkling as a boyish grin spreads across his face. Leisurely, Sapnap thinks that this will always be his favorite part of the day—getting to hold you close as much as he likes so he could hear your soft giggles and little blurts.
You stare at him for a bit longer, eyes narrowed with your fingers curled around both of his wrists to keep him from tickling you. Sighing, you slump against him. "Yes, your voice is attractive." I literally listen to you talk every time."
He laughs, gently bumping his nose against yours. "I like your voice, too. I could fall asleep to it."
"You already told me that before, dumbass."
You flinch suddenly when a loud voice booms in your headphones—so loud that even Sapnap heard it.
"GET A ROOM!" Karl yells. You turn and gape when you notice that he's joined the call you were in. "I can't believe you'd let ten thousand people see this!" He tries for annoyance, but his sentence dissolves into a fit of giggles when everyone sees you splutter and stumble over to your chair.
"Holy shit," you breathe out, disbelief bringing out a laugh from your mouth. "Oh my god, we fucked up."
Sapnap shrugs, watching the chat fly by thousands of messages per second with delight. "I thought they already knew," he says defensively, even though it's a weak excuse. "Did they seriously think I was just pandering when I tell you I love you?"
You nudge him harshly, eliciting a hiss from the boy. "Why aren't you panicking? Your dumb ass just totally ruined everything!" And although you're supposed to be mad, giddiness is bright on your face when he kisses you loudly. He gets to do this in front of his friends now; he feels strange protectiveness wash over him.
"You're right," he agrees mindlessly, "we could've made a video revealing our super hot relationship and gain more views than Dream's biggest manhunt video."
"Oh, shut up, idiot," you mutter fondly.
He leans closer, so he's close to your ear, whispering low enough to avoid the microphone picking it up. "I helped you get ten thousand more viewers, though," he whispers, watching with satisfaction as a shiver runs up your spine. "I think you owe me a kiss, at least."
He giggles when you knock his chest lightly. "I hate you," you hiss, flushed red. "Stupid voice. Stupid face. Stupid Sapnap."
"That's a good nickname," Karl comments insightfully, and you two nearly forgot that he was here. "Stupid Sapnap," he repeats with another laugh.
"I am so sorry, chat," you apologize, still blushing profusely. "I told him he could come in anytime if I had my camera off, but I forgot to mute." Pausing, you hum. "I think you can thank me because you get to hear him for five more minutes, though."
prompt 5 with george obviously ANS FLUFF sushi, i swear I dont want a single drop of angst
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PROMPT 5: SEE COLOR WHEN YOU FIRST MEET
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pairing: cc!george x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, cursing, not proofread
George dislikes colors.
Even when he was a child who failed to comprehend everything that was shown to him, he knew that colors don’t appeal to him the same way it does to others—to his family or his peers, all who gush about the color of the shirt they wore today, how their hair matches their nails, and how relieved they feel that they met their soulmate to experience something as wonderful as this.
Something as wonderful as a soulmate.
( George is relieved that he hasn’t met his. )
Maybe it’s his way of coping because everyone around him found their endgames, and George is still a little nobody who is still alone, the odd one out in the sea of lovers. But if he didn’t take interest in colors then, why would he take interest in it now?
“If you…” George pauses, looking up to see Sapnap gazing at them with childish interest, “if you could pick a color to wear for the rest of your life, what would it be?”
He sighs quietly, temple meeting palm as he rests his elbow on the table. Bored out of his mind ( and slightly disheartened by the topic of this conversation ), he tries to lessen his friends’ conversation into nothing but white noise.
It doesn’t work.
“Probably green,” Dream replies brightly, smiling wide. Blond hair bounces along with his movements as he tilts his head slightly to the side. He lies on his stomach, all comfortable on George’s bed as Sapnap sits on his back. ( He was doing push-ups earlier. He gave up after two. ) “When we were looking for colors for my YouTube channel, we picked a neon green one. It would fit me, I think.”
“What's that? What does it look like?” Sapnap asks curiously. He moves slightly, and Dream yelps, saying he’s breaking his back. George watches them from his desk, unamused. “Do you even know if neon green looks good?”
Dream pauses. “I don’t know.” George has heard people say that his green isn’t the most appealing color, but he wouldn’t want to say that out loud, especially the guy who has an ego of a parachute.
Dream and Sapnap are his best friends, his platonic soulmates, and also the bane of his existence. They moved into the UK a few years ago, dragging George wherever they went with an arm looped around his, and magically ended up becoming best of friends with him. They also haven’t met their soulmates yet, but unlike George, they’re over the moon with the mere idea of it.
Like they all are. Everyone except for George.
George huffs a laugh, tracing the microphone that sits on his desk, scratched from its everyday use. “My mom said I look good in blue, so...” He shrugs, forcing his head to loll to the side, trying ( and failing ) to appear casual. “I think I’d pick blue.”
His mom says he’d look in everything, but blue sticks out the most. It brings vibrance to his soft features, emphasis on the long jaw, dark eyes, and brown hair. George can’t really disagree, he doesn’t even know what blue is—he doesn’t know what any of the colors are. So if someone asks him what color he’d pick for anything, he’d always pick blue.
The two boys look at each other, before nodding in agreement even though they have no clue what the hell blue looks like. None of them know what the hell blue looks like.
Conversations with them are fun, but all this color talk is draining George’s energy fast. He distracts himself with his phone, mindlessly scrolling through pages and pages without really taking all of them in; they’re just flashing colors that come and go… until he receives a message from you.
Sapnap trails off from his rambling about the color red, now staring at George knowingly. The two boys share a look.
Dream hums, eyeing George carefully. “Can you believe it, though? We’re finally meeting up with Y/N tomorrow.”
His heart does weird somersaults in his chest at the thought.
George can describe you the way everyone describes colors. Bright, warm, love. Even when oceans apart, you make him smile wider than anyone else, no matter what you say. Even when miles away, he’s blinded by your brightness, melted at your warmth, and flustered over his adoration for you,
Dream and Sapnap keep telling him that dude, you have a crush, but George has managed to convince himself that no it’s not; shut up. He managed to convince himself that he just likes hanging out with you more, and there’s definitely nothing weird about that.
( You’d probably be his color, that’s the best way to describe it. )
“No, what? I’m wearing a hoodie if that helps.”
The airport is packed today.
Admittedly, booking a flight right where weekend hits is not the brightest idea if they were expecting less chaos and confusion, but there’s no use complaining about it now when they’re already inside, pacing around the building aimlessly.
Sapnap groans dramatically, sliding a rough hand through his face in utter annoyance. “Something helpful, Y/N! Everyone here is wearing a hoodie, it’s fucking cold!” he yells into the phone, catching the attention of some bypassers. They look worried.
George, Dream, and Sapnap entered the airport ten minutes ago, which is two minutes early to your plane arriving. But it has landed, and still, none of them can find where you are because you dashed right away to pee, instead of waiting at least five seconds for the three to come fetch you.
If you gotta go, you gotta go, you defended weakly. George was the only one who giggled.
“I’m near the bathroom?” you offer, panting as they hear more hurried footsteps.
“There are, like, ten bathrooms here! Is that all you can see?” Dream exclaims, standing on his tippy toes; it’s unfair that he’s using his tall man privileges so he can spot you. George wishes he’s as tall as him so he can see you before the both of them, like the competitive ass he is.
“Read the signs nearby, Y/N, so we can ask the guards for directions,” George says calmly, looking around and waving sheepishly at the judgemental stared thrown his way because of his idiot friends. “Shut up, you two are embarrassing me,” he hisses quietly, where the phone can’t pick it up.
“Pass the phone to George. I don’t need you two,” you demand with a huff. The said man smiles proudly to himself.
Sapnap tosses him the phone, which George catches with a stumble, as Dream waggles his eyebrows.
“You don’t have to put it on speaker, Gogy,” Sapnap says, ruffling his hair as George wrinkles his nose. “We don’t have to hear you two flirting in public.”
He has to deal with this everyday, by the way. He regrets every second that came after he confessed to them about his strange feelings towards you.
“Hello?” George says into the phone instead, ignoring Sapnap and Dream who are now making loud kissing noises behind him. He pushes the phone closer to his hear so he can your voice clearly, heart racing with elation knowing that you’re in the same building as him right now. Walking, breathing, getting lost. “Do you know where you are now?”
“Oh— yeah!” You sound surprised that George actually got on the phone, as if there would even be a chance that he would ignore your requests. Never. He’s a simp, as they like to call it. “Yeah, uh, the guy told me I’m near the terminal I’m originally supposed to be in. You guys are there, right?”
The clear dismay in your voice makes him laugh.
“You sound nervous,” George observes, smiling softly without meaning to. “Deep breaths, calm down. No wonder why you’re getting lost, idiot, you’re not even thinking straight.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” you complain with a whine, before adding, “dumbass.”
A beat.
“Okay, you’re not a dumbass. You’re right, please pick me up. I feel like everyone is staring at me.”
George rolls his eyes too fondly, as Dream and Sapnap trail behind him like lost puppies. They trudge forward, looking around, as George murmurs comforting words into the phone’s mic, an attempt to soothe your nerves.
It’s been around five years since he met you online. Every day, even after heated arguments and bitter cold shoulders, has been utter bliss. Meeting you right here, right now, standing before him, smiling before him— god, it would honestly break him.
Maybe he’s also panicking.
It’s totally normal to feel this way, right?
No, his mind whispers, you’re a whipped idiot. They’re right. You’re down bad. Like literally on the floor kind of down bad.
Maybe a crisis in the middle of a manhunt in an airport isn’t the best idea.
“Wait, George.”
He stops in his tracks, alert. “What? Did something happen?”
You sound thrilled. “Turn around, George. Turn around!”
George, confused, kicks his feet off the ground and spins around, only to be met by someone tackling him. He almost falls to the ground, but manages to catch himself—though clumsily—before he can quite literally give himself a coma.
You pull away, he breathes, you smile—the world bursts.
It starts with your eyes, then your nose, cheeks, lips, stupidly large hoodie, and then everything around him—they burst to life, blinding, but George can’t bring himself to look away, not even to blink. You’re staring at him, wide-eyed, all excited, and suddenly, the only thing George thought is, yeah, you’re hopeless.
“Whoa,” you laugh, looking around even with your cheek pressed against his neck, “I didn’t expect you to be my soulmate. That’s kinda epic, not gonna lie.” Of course you would say that during this life-changing experience.
“I— um, what?” is all he can say, positively overwhelmed.
His brain is failing to comprehend, lagging behind in large seconds. But you’re right here, warm and bright and loving, and it’s all he can think about.
Holy shit, you’re right here. And you’re his soulmate, what the fuck?
“Holy shit, you’re soulmates!?” Dream cries out, cackling at George’s flushed cheeks and trembling hands. He’s recording the entire thing, possibly for blackmail material. “That’s insane, dude. I didn’t know it doesn’t work online, that’s crazy.”
“George! George!” Sapnap calls, tugging on his jacket’s sleeve again and again. “George, what does Dream’s hoodie look like? The neon green?”
George stares. “It looks ugly.”
Dream squawks, deeply insulted, as Sapnap starts berating him about his fashion choices. They look so different with color, splashed with shades he can’t recognize now that it’s been breathed with vivid life.
You tap on his neck. He shudders.
“You know,” you whisper, pulling away to meet his eyes, and he’s breathless all over again, “you look good in blue.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, before leaning closer.
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about: dreamwastaken x reader, sapnap, georgenotfound, karl jacobs, quackity
warning(s): swearing, suggestive comment, shenanigans, sapnap and dream being idiots
pronouns: none specified
word count: 2.6k+
note: ANON THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I LOVED WRITING THIS!!! Kisses! <3 (Link to original ask is here!)
It’s been a few weeks since Dream face-revealed and the internet is raving about his upcoming facecam stream. Even then, the excitement hadn’t even died down since the second wave of hair pictures. The same ones he claimed he needed a haircut on. Conveniently enough, what better time to get your haircut than while streaming? Right, George? It also worked out that I have quite a bit of experience when it comes to hair, so Dream’s hair won’t get totally botched… hopefully.
I set down the hair scissors on my boyfriend’s desk, the last thing we needed for the stream. With a sigh, my hands go to my hips as I make sure everything is accounted for. Hair scissors? Check. Trimmers and razor? Check. Shaving cream? Check. The main supplies seem to be here and the stream is all ready to go. Now for the star of the show.
Speaking of– Dream walks into the room, he paces for a few beets before flopping into his chair, a nervous look on his face.
“Everything alright, Love?” I ask, furrowing my brows at my boyfriend’s distress. The man huffs as he brings me to his seated figure and crashes his head into my stomach. I bring my hand up to his fluffy hair, running it through the soft locks. Clay practically purrs at the attention. Cute.
“Just nervous. That's all.” Dream sighs with contentment as I massage his scalp, hugging me even closer.
“It’s okay to be nervous, you know.” I say, tilting up his chin with my free hand. “You’ll do great, just like you always do.” I give the man below me a kiss on his nose, causing his face to go pink and the normally confident man to get all bashful.
Dre sends me a shy smile and shortly follows it with a kissy face, because he has no shame. I giggle at the sight but oblige to his wishes anyway. How could I ever say no to him?
Bending down to kiss him with such little contact doesn’t seem good enough for my boyfriend, instead he decides that pulling me into his lap would be a better option. Good with me.
“Well how’d you get here!” Dream teases with a toothy grin. He’s definitely back.
“Oh I don’t know! How ever could I have gotten here?” I giggle. Dream cups my face with his hand and I lean into his comfort. “It’s not like I have a clingy boyfriend or anything.”
“Nope, not clingy at all.” A soft laugh erupts from my mouth before Clay meets our lips in a gentle kiss, but our smiles and giggles subside as the kiss deepens. So much for short and sweet.
I tilt my head to deepen the kiss further wanting to be as close to him as possible. Clay seems to have the same idea as he lifts my hips, one hand threading in my hair and the other on the back of my thigh. “Pretty.” Clay hums through the kiss, breaking away for barely a second before diving back in.
“You guys done?” A voice interrupts, making me go frigid and the man under my groan in annoyance. How in the world did we not hear him come in?
“Sap, have you still not learned to knock?” Dream whines, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, face noticeably hot.
“I did. Four times. You two were too busy sucking each other's faces off to notice.” The younger man deadpans. Oh yeah.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” I say sheepishly, finally meeting Sapnap’s stare. Still embarrassed that we got walked in on. Again.
I wiggle out of my boyfriend's grasp and climb off his lap, earning me a sad whine from the man. “Oh you’ll be fine you big baby. Besides, you have a stream to start.” Now he’s pouting even more.
“Yeah, I wanna see your hair get messed up.” George says as he bursts into the office.
“You realize Y/n’s doing it right?” Sapnap notes, leading George to pout.
“I thought we were going to do it. I’ll actually turn out decent if Y/n does it!” Dream scoffs at George’s comment and makes grabby hands towards me. I roll my eyes and oblige to my clingy boyfriend’s wishes, not that I mind anyway.
“Shut up George. You’re just mad that you have to pay for your haircuts and they still turn out crappy.” Dream grumbles, cuddling into my side.
Everyone else’s eyes blew wide at the comment, jaws dropped. The silence in the room is deafening, no one dared to utter a word in the hopes of not setting anyone (*cough* George) off.
“You’re sassy tonight.” Sapnap notes, breaking the thick tension in the room. I mean he’s not wrong.
“Hmm,” I purse my lips and shift my gaze over to the time displayed on the computer screen: it reads 5:00 p.m. “Well, it looks like it’s about time to start the stream!” The Dream Team’s attention moves over to my figure, checking them back to the present.
The reminder kicks us into high gear: Dream gives me one last kiss on my shoulder and finally lets me go, running back to his room to change his clothes; free from my boyfriend’s hold, grab his phone and post/tweet the stream reminders; Sapnap and George run downstairs to grab Karl and Quackity from the couch to complete the full set of feral boys.
An eruption of notifications came in, from all our phones, at the announcement of Dream’s facecam stream. If Clay was worried about not many people showing up, I don’t think he would have to worry.
My boyfriend rushes back into the room, hair disheveled and eyes blown wide. “Are you okay?” I ask, thoroughly confused.
“I just tripped up the stairs and saw my life flash before my eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary!” He replies, going over to his computer to turn on the “Starting Soon…” page. The viewers flood in, viewer count rising thousand after thousand.
“Okay, Honey,” I grab my boyfriend by his shoulders and start fixing his deranged hair. “Take a deep breath okay? Just breathe.” The simple action seems to do the trick as he takes a few deep breaths: still excited, but calmed down. “There you go.” I praise and kiss him on the nose. Dream smiles at the action and brings me into a tight hug.
“Where would I be without you?”
“I don’t know. I am pretty great. Aren’t I?” I joke as I lock my eyes with my lover. I expect them to be light and entertained by my intricate joke. But as I fully look at him, his eyes are full of intensity and love instead. Where would I be without him?
“You are, my Angel.” I start to flush, attempting to hide under his passionate gaze, but he’s having none of that. Bringing one hand off my waist, the man lifts my face out from his chest, so I can meet his eyes once more. “I love you, Y/n.” He says, back at it again with the intensity.
“I love you, Clay.” I say, eyes full of love for the man who has alway been by my side– who has helped me as much as I’ve helped him.
“Oh my God!” Our heads whip around at the noise. Why does this always happen? “Can you guys stop eye-fucking eachother for two seconds!” Quackity yells as he and the rest of the feral boys flood into the room. “I need tO EAT LATER!”
“Quackity, you’re just mad that we’re in a happy relationship and the most intimate relationship you’ve ever been in was with a burrito.” Dream deadpans, not having any of Quackity’s shit. Is he out for blood today or something?!
“HEY THAT WAS A BEAUTIFUL FIVE MINUTE RELATIONSHIP AND YOU KNOW IT!” Quackity pouts, arms crossed, throwing a pretend tantrum.
“Why don’t we just start the stream now?” Sapnap butts in before Dream can make yet another comment and Quackity can get too into whatever he’s doing. Sapnap you are god-sent.
“Sounds good to me!” I push my boyfriend into his chair so we can finally get this going (like it’s not mostly my fault).
The minute Dream starts talking on stream, chat goes crazy (even without the facecam on). The boys and I quietly exit the room, so no one knows that we’re here and we can make it a surprise.
When Dream announced that he was going to do a facecam stream, he didn’t release what he’d actually be doing on the stream. There were some theories– of course– and there were quite a few that were spot on. Even though we all wanted to, none of us hinted toward what was going to happen, during the event, so we could give the DSMP community a heart attack! In a good way, of course!
One of the most interesting things about the whole situation is that Dream and I haven’t actually revealed that we are dating yet, all they know is that he and I are “close friends” and that I have been part of the Dream Team for years. Along with the facecam stream and 5/5 feral boys, the world is going to know about our relationship. We’re all in for a night.
By the time we had all been brought in (Sapnap, George, Me, Karl & Quackity), chat and Twitter were going insane. All of our names were trending along with all the configurations of ship names. It’s safe to say that it’s an exciting day for everyone.
“Okay chat, so now that’s we’re all here…” Dream looks around the room and leans back to ‘see if anyone else is coming,’ just to mess with chat again. Well chat has been thoroughly messed with, because chat starts spamming…
“IS SOMEONE ELSE COMING???”
“WHO’S THERE???”
“DREAM YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING”
“WHY IS HE SO HOT???”
…Along with other variations.
“No, no, I’m just kidding. This is all you’re going to get.” He says, gesturing at himself then the boys and me. “But on to what we’re actually going to be doing– no. No! CHat! WHO SAID THAT?!” Confused, I lean over my boyfriend’s shoulder to see what caused him to freak out. Dream grabs my hand, points my index finger out, and puts it on the flagged message.
“Oh my gosh– ew!” I grimace at the vulgar message, glad that Dream flagged it. It takes me until after I’m done wincing at the message to realize that my boyfriend and I are still holding hands. “Dream, you know you could have just used your hand. Right?” I laugh.
“But I like holding yours!” He says, completely forgetting that we’re in front of a live audience of over 400,000. My eyes blow wide at the comment, but Dream is relentless. Oh so we’re doing this now?! “Just like I like holding you.” He says, pulling on my arm, effectively tugging me into his lap where he wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles into the back of my neck. Holy shit.
Chat’s freaking out (I am too, but we don’t talk about that) and so are the boys. The boys knew (obviously), so I’m not sure why they’re going more insane than chat, but okay.
“Surprise!” I say, face beet red as Dream kisses me on the cheek. “He’s clingy.” The man below me sends me a playful glare.
“Only for you!” He grins and I roll my eyes. The love-struck look on both of our faces causes chat to go even crazier. This is probably getting clipped… someone better send it to me.
“Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute, but now on to why we’re really here! Me!” Karl interrupts, taking the chair Dream and I were sitting in and rolling it behind him. I laugh at Karl's antics as he gets all up in the camera’s grill.
Before I can even stand up, Quackity lifts me off Dream. I let out a squeak when Quackity spins me around, holding onto his neck tightly, so I don’t fall. By the time he sets me down and I’m no longer dizzy, the whole room is in practical chaos: Dream and Sapnap are now armwrestling, for some reason; Karl sat back down, next to George, and they’re resuming the chess game that they’ve been playing; and Quackity has fallen on his ass, laughing, because I bumped into a few things when I was still dizzy.
“motheR FUCKER, SAPNAP!” Dream yells, causing Sapnap to erupt in a fit of laughter. Oh he lost the arm wrestle. Haha Loser. “Let’s go again!”
“No, no, no, dude. Don’t you have something to do?” Sapnap reminds, gesturing towards me.
“I can’t right now,” He whispers.”We’re in front of a live audience.”
My mouth drops and my face gets red. This little shit–
“Well!” George interrupts before I can say anything. I shoot him a grateful look, one that he returns with a suggestive wink as he stands up. Nevermind then. “We do have something planned for this stream and because no one seemed to be able to spit it out, I will!” He says, shooting us a passive aggressive smile. “Today, our very own Y/n will be cutting… Dream’s hair!” –Quackity starts the wheel of fortune music, from his phone, blasting it from his speakers– “So, Dream, get in the hot seat and get ready for the haircut of your life!”
After handing off his phone to Sapnap, Quackity picks Dream up bridal style and carries him into his chair. When my boyfriend is seated, he shoots Quackity a grateful nod and gets back to talking to chat. How strong is this man and why does Dream seem so casual about it?! Is this a common occurrence when I’m not around?!
I place myself behind Dream and mess with his hair as he talks chat through the process I’m going to take. “...but Y/n’s been cutting my hair for years now, so my hair won’t be totally messed up!” I roll my eyes and give him a quick flick on the back of his head, causing him to turn around and pout at me. With a short laugh and a shake of my head, I give him a chaste kiss before turning his head back to the camera.
“Don’t worry, chat, it’s just going to be a trim– nothing extreme.” I reassure, noticing some people asking. The room goes strangely quiet. Furrowing my eyebrows, I look between Dream and Sapnap who are sharing a look with one another: Dream’s face is reluctant and Sapnap’s expecting… What did they do?
“Umm, Y/n…” Sapnap starts, gaining my attention. “So you know when Dream got so mad when he lost the arm wrestle and wanted to do a rematch…”
“Yeah– what did you two do?” These little shits.
“Well…”
“Sapnap, stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you did.” I deadpan, trying to prepare myself for the worst.
“If Dream lost the arm wrestle… you’d have to give him a Yee Yee Mullet.” He says, practically hiding in on himself.
It takes me a few seconds to process what he means and by the defeated look on Dream’s face and sympathetic looks from Karl, Quackity, and George, I know that Sapnap wasn’t kidding.
“Y/n?” Sapnap squeaks out, trying to meet my eyes.
I slowly turn my head to meet his eyes. I take a deep breath, weighting my options before deciding with saying: “You bet fUCKING WHAT!?”
i couldn’t find where it says if your requests are open so if they aren’t feel free to delete this!!! if they are open could your write a fluffy roommate x george piece?! i’m such sucker for a friends to lovers fic!!!
no dont even because I am thisfuckingclose to making a friends to lover def series set in the time where George moves in. but that's besides the point rn. Thank you so much for this amazing request! I had a great time writing it <3
{And They Were Roommates} Georgenotfound x Roommate!Reader
pronouns: not mentioned
word count: 2889
trigger warnings: swearing
a/n: yes I know this is a basic ass title but deal w it
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You were preparing a light snack of a mix of your favorite fruits. It was late-morning and your roommate, George, had spent all night streaming with his friends. This wasn't a rare occasion, it was often that you would get most of the day to yourself. You were never upset, no, you knew how much George loves his friends and how much joy playing and talking with them gives him. Besides, it worked out for the better. You get the house to yourself for the day, you two see each other for a couple hours near supper, then he gets the house for himself at night.
You two had the perfect dynamic. You both valued your free time but at the same time, didn't want to be alone. You were so lucky to have found each other on that subway. If you two wouldn't have been talking at the same time to your best friends about finding a roommate, it is a guarantee that you would have never met.
You enjoyed your free time, just like George enjoyed his. As a streamer, he didn't want to be interrupted. However, he never had to worry about that because you were always sleeping; it was just perfect. He only talked about you on stream when his friends accidentally mentioned you. His chat loved hearing about you, but they never met you. They would at most get to hear George read texts from you if he was being too loud or needed to shut off a light.
Just like with his friends, when he talked to chat, he would praise how chill of a roommate you were. He told stories about him getting done streaming at one in the morning and you getting up for a late night snack, and how sometimes you two would talk for hours.
George had always thought that your favorite thing about him being your roommate was the freedom you got-how at sometimes it didn't feel that he was there. But he was more than wrong.
The thing you loved most about George being your roommate, was when you got your couple hours a day with him. Some days were just plain impossible to see each other because if he wasn't streaming or recording a video, he was editing a video or coming up with new ideas. It was rare that he ever took a break. He assured you not to worry because it didn't feel like a job to him, but it still made you wonder when he was going to burn out.
However, there were times where George would get caught up, or his friends were busy with other things to plan or play with him. Those were secretly your favorite days. You knew how much it saddened George to spend all day not hearing from them, but you both knew the mental toll it took on people to talk to the same people 24/7; another reason why you were perfect roommates.
Neither of you could ever get bored with the other. You would see each other almost daily, but not for too long-well not as long as you liked. You wished that he could all be yours, the only one who got his attention, but the fact that you didn't have many moments with each other throughout the day, made the ones that you did that much more special.
When it came down to it, you were head over heels in love with George, and it was hard to explain why. You couldn't pinpoint exactly where it started. Maybe it was the day you met him. Those beautiful eyes staring back at you with astonishment that you were both in the same situation and somehow the universe made you meet… it was a sign on its own. It’s hard not to mention how handsome George is. He is everybody's heart throb, but you might take the number one spot on simp chart.
He probably didn't notice the small things that you did for him-like dropping off a water before going to bed, or making sure that he has his curtains shut when he sleeps, or cleaning up after him when he was too excited about some block game to remember to put the dishes away. All you did was for him. He might have just saw it as you being a good roommate and nothing more, but it was so much more for you.
There was no doubt in your mind that you had fallen in love with George. How classic of you, falling in love with your roommate. The books couldn't have written it better. Two people young in age, both single, living with another in a utopia. Today; however, your utopia had become perfect.
Mixing up the fruit by spinning it around the dish with your fork, you noticed a shadow casted upon the wall in front of you. You turned back to see a just awakened George in his classic black tee and gray sweatpants.
You looked at the oven time, "Wow, George! You're up before noon! That has to be a record!"
"Ha ha, very funny y/n," He yawned, walking over to the cabinet beside you and grabbing a bowl for himself.
You picked up the bowl and brought it to the table a few feet away. "What time did you go to bed?"
He shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing some milk for his cereal, "Pretty early actually. I think around eleven."
"Eleven!" You exclaimed. "That really is a record! You got to bed before the day ended!"
You looked over and saw him roll his eyes, "Dream and Sapnap are recording an irl video tomorrow and had to get up early for it. They're driving further away in case they get recognized, that way people can't put together where they live. They went to bed earlier and I had nothing to do, so I went to bed too. Figured I had to get rest for the big day."
You were taken back, George never mentioned any plans for the day and never put anything on your shared calendar, "Big day?”
He sat down across the table from you, shoving the large spoon in his mouth and taking a moment to chew, nodding as he did, “I’m taking the day off. I wanna...” He trailed off and looked behind you at the window, avoiding eye contact.
“Well...?”
He seemed to gain some confidence and made eye contact with you for the first time this morning. You tried not to be taken back, but it was difficult not to, but you didn't want to miss what he said.
“I just wanna spend some time with you today,” He admitted shyly. “Like the whole day, not just half the day. And I don’t wanna necessarily go anywhere or spend actual money, I just wanna stay in and have a chill day with you. Unless you want to go out which is perfectly fine! Or if you already had plans-”
You cut him off, smiling widely, “I would love to catch up with you, George. Staying in sounds fantastic.”
“That’s great!” He replied, going back to eating his cereal.
You were done eating before George. You brought your bowl, stained with different diluted colors from the fruit, to the sink and started soapy water for them to soak. You continued to talk to George about the video that Dream and Sapnap were recording. You didn't really understand much of it as George focused on the technical aspect of it and the aesthetic that they were going for, but you nodded your head and pretended like you were keeping up with him.
George is a hard man to keep up with. His day is always filled and he is the center of attention in his friend group. Every day he has a new story to tell you, or maybe a new idea to run by you. But despite being busy, he was so caring. Maybe he didn't think that you noticed, but you did notice that he made sure that he would talk to you. Even if it was a quick conversation in the hallway, he made sure it happened.
You stopped the water and threw your dish into soak, along with some others from the last two days. George is a slow eater, so you were done with most of the dishes by the time he handed his over to you.
“Do you need some help?” He asked.
You chuckled, “Like I have ever seen you touch a dish in your life.”
“That’s not fair!” He argued back. “You always have them done and you made it your thing so I never had the chance. Now move over and let me help you!”
George placed his hand upon your waist, sending exciting shivers up your spine as he got you to move over. You wished that his hand would never leave your side, but to your disappointment he took it back and started grabbing dishes in the rinse sink, “So now what?”
You bursted out laughing, “What do you mean ‘now what’? Do you seriously not know how to do dishes?”
He gestured toward the cup, “Well I don’t know! You were the one who put it in the sink when it's already clean!”
You hung your head low and shook it in disapproval, “You need to spray the suds off of it, George.”
He grabbed the hose and twisted it around, “What? With this?” As he finished his sentence, he turned the head towards you and pushed down on the lever, causing water to squirt out and drench the upper half of your body. George failed to recognize his actions and continued to spray you as he ‘tried’ to figure out how it worked.
“George!” You screamed, shielding your eyes from the flow. “Stop spraying me!”
George stopped and broke down laughing. The hose fell into the sink and his arms hugged his belly which was in pain from laughing so much. You; however, were not as assumed. You knew damn well that George was playing dumb with the dishes to be able to prank you, and you were not having it. This was not the ‘quality time’ you expected with him.
“You fucker!” You yelled at him, lightly pushing his shoulder back. “You knew exactly what you were doing!”
“Did you really think me, a twenty-five-year-old man, did not know how his own sink worked?” He asked between laughs. You stared back at him in anger, refusing to answer his question. He pouted, “Come on, y/n! That was funny! Look at how mad you are!”
“I am not mad,” You replied. “I am soaked.”
George, still laughing, jogged over to the couch and grabbed his gray sweatshirt that he had dumped there the night before. He came back and held it out to you, “I’m sorry for having a little fun. You can take my sweatshirt if you’d like.”
“Your sweatshirt?” You repeated.
He looked down at the fabric in his hands and nodded, “Yea...? Can I not offer you some dry clothes when I got yours wet?”
“Your sweatshirt? You want me to wear your sweatshirt?”
“Well when you put it that way...”
You both blushed at the realization of what he was truly asking you to do. This was your first time ever being offered any clothing of his, let alone his sweatshirt. You tried to hide your smile by turning around and swiftly exchanging the wet shirt stuck to your body to his self-scented sweatshirt, but the second you pulled the fabric over your head, you were done for. You were no longer just blushing, your whole face was heated and you were scared to imagine how red you looked.
You turned around to face him again and adjusted the bottom hem, pulling it down over your waist. You looked back at George; he was also a smiling mess. To add to the mix, you pulled the already large sleeves over your hands and flipped the hood over your head, “Good?”
“G-Great!” He stuttered out, still in shock about how good you looked better than he ever imagined.
“So um...” You attempted to break the awkwardness. “Wanna play some games on the Switch?”
The rest of the day you two spent playing games, ordering food, and watching weird YouTube videos-the type of videos you would only get at three am. The interaction earlier has set the tone for the day. You two went back and forth teasing each other about both of your poor attempts at flirting; however, neither of you flat out came out and said it was flirting. Both of you still had the idea stuck in your heads that you two were perfect roommates and nothing more. From an outsider’s point of view, it was clear that you two had something more.
You started out playing Mario Kart at complete opposite ends of the couch, but by the time the you two moved onto videos, you were knee to knee with one another. George had placed his arm on the top of the couch. From the front view, it looked as if he had his arm around you, but yet he never dared to actually touch you.
He had set the videos to ‘autoplay’ that way he never had to get up. The videos got weirder and weirder the more it played. You felt yourself dozing off when ‘deep carpet cleaning’ was playing. You felt your head dip down, and next thing you knew, you were dreaming about being George’s arms for real. It was nice to dream of being in his bed with him, your leg lazily swung around his waist and his hand in your hair. It was all too good to be true.
You were woken up by screaming, coming from the television. You opened your eyes and saw that George had put on some ‘making a house from scratch in Legos’ series and from the looks of it, the creator had been using the wrong parts and has to now restart. You started to sit up, but something didn't feel right-the couch was too far sinked down for just you.
You propped yourself up to see George underneath you, peacefully watching the screen with one hand holding the remote, his other supporting his head. He had one leg hanging off with the other somewhere underneath you. You tried to scramble away, but George had entangled your legs with his, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you! I-I-I must’ve thought you were some pillow!”
You detangled your legs and started to stand up, but George brought his hand down and placed it on your back, encouraging you to lay back down, “It’s okay, y/n. I don’t mind. Go back to bed, you seem comfortable.”
He is being way too sly, he had to have taken advice from Dream while I was asleep.
“No, George, it’s okay. I can go and sleep in my own bed if you’re gonna be up for a while,” You offered, but refused to move off of him any further and getting any closer.
He shook his head and brought his eyes off the screen and laid them upon you, “Well, if you wanna go you can but...I really wanted you to stay.”
You nodded, “Oh, yeah sure. I can stay up for a while and watch a few more shows.” You started to shift your body so that you could sit down next to George, but he stopped you before you could get fully off of him.
“No!” He exclaimed, reaching a hand out to you. “No-I mean, I’m comfortable too and...I liked having you...well...just-it was nice.”
You didn't have much to say because your face told him all he needed to know. Even half awake your eyes lit up in joy and your face glowed in happiness. You took his hand and let him pull you back down into his chest. This time he played some Netflix show and kicked his leg up to the couch. You laid between his legs with one of your legs bent over him, just like in your dream. He had one of his arms across your back, caressing it, while the other played with strands of your hair. You smiled to yourself, melting in his touch. You rubbed your cheek into his neck, as a way of thanking him for treating you so well. He responded by dipping his head down slowly and carefully pressing a gentle, sweet kiss to your temple. You sighed in satisfaction. This moment for you reinforced your love for him. All the time you spend waiting for him to be ready was well worth it, even if it was just for this one night. But it was going to be a lot more than one night.
“You better get used to this, Love,” George whispered into your ear. “Now that I have you, you ain’t ever leaving...unless you really want to- I mean- I’m not gonna hold you hostage or anything or...let me restart. I mean, I’m never letting you go until you want to be let go of.”
“Shut up, George,” You joked with him. “Watch these people sell houses and give me more kisses, I like them a lot.”
