Definitely sitting around in his living room the whole time watching scary movies or just shows
Patches photo shoot 100%
Doesn’t sleep in-till 2-3am
FLUZZY BLANKETS + CUDDLING + MOVIE NIGHT = JAUJQPWN
He takes random photos of you at least every 20 minutes or so
Doing random tiktok challenges like the tortilla slap challenge when you guys get bored
Your making the food and hes reading the recipe and getting all the ingredient’s 😞❤️
When it comes to going to bed…
He spends 40 minutes on his phone just checking missed emails, liking tweets, scrolling on tiktok, and seeing any miss messages or calls before going to bed
He moves a-lot in his sleep, so you’ll randomly wake up to his arm on ur face
He definitely takes up the blankets
He sleep talks so sometimes you record him when you can
Patches is always scratching at the door at like 5am but no one opens the door for her 😞
You wake up from HIS alarm and he dosent so you can end up waking him up
So, I was thinking about headcanons about Wilbur and dream with a reader who really likes rocks, gems, crystals and other shiny things! I was just wondering what their reactions would be according to you :)
Triggers: Mild mention of Stockholm syndrome, mild yandere behaviors. Safe for everyone to read!
Enjoy.
Dream & Wilbur
Otter- sorry.
No, but seriously, they'll probably start calling you otter or olly.
It doesn't matter your gender.
There is a very high chance that you are in the point of a relationship where Stockholm Syndrome has set in.
So you are free to leave the house and go into the backyard without one of the two boys constantly supervising you.
So, that's where you spend a good amount of your time.
And within spending so much time out in the garden, you tend to notice a lot of small details.
You notice how the large stone wall has vines that grow from a singular root.
Or maybe the little pond the ways the ripples spring outward in the opposite direction of the wind.
And the way leaves seem to spin and dance around when the wind blows a little too strongly.
~
It was a normal day that was spent in the garden, you were walking around humming.
Until you noticed something different in the pond.
You slowly crept closer, just in case it was dangerous.
But upon closer inspection, you found it to be two beautiful stones.
One was a smooth obsidian stone, it was small and fit comfortably in the palm of your hand.
The second was a jagged red colored rock.
It as well fit in the palm of your hand.
You were quick to jump up and run inside and hallor for Dream and Wilbur.
They thought something terrible had happened, so they stopped everything and bolted down to you.
"Are you alright darling?! You're not hurt are you?"
"The hell happened?! Did someone attack you?!"
Along with these questions, a billion more followed.
It would take them a minute to process that you were hurt or crying, but in fact the opposite.
You were well and even smiling.
"Hold out your hands. And close your eyes." You giggled.
They both were hesitant, but slowly obligated to your request.
And found a pleasant surprise in both of their hands once they opened their eyes.
"Surprise!"
Shortly after, the obsidian would be turned into a bracelet for Wilbur, and the red stone, a ring for Dream.
~
You soon began to make it a habit to bring the shiny stones and gems to the boys.
You'll hide them in places for them to find later.
“I can’t believe it,” you said, holding your phone up to your ear as you mindlessly ran your finger over the rim of your tea mug.
“I can’t either. I wasn’t nervous until a couple of days ago,” the voice on the other end told you.
You took a sip of your hot drink, humming, before resting your cup on your thigh again. “Are you sure that this is something you want to do? I mean,” you leaned your head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling, “you know that not everyone is going to be satisfied with, as weird as it sounds, your face.”
“Yeah.”
You could practically see the shrug.
“But people aren’t going to be happy if I don’t do it, and…” he trailed off, trying to gather his words. He let out a tiny huff. “I can’t make everyone happy. And besides, this gives me more opportunities to explore more things.”
“But Dream,” you leaned forward, resting your elbow on your extended legs, your feet resting on your coffee table. “Aren’t you worried about all the hate? You’ve received death threats just for your personality and game play. People’s expectations of you are astronomically large.”
“Oh, the hate doesn’t bother me,” he replied easily. “I think it’s funny more than anything.”
You paused, eyes going back and forth across your knees as you tried to think of an appropriate response. “It could get dangerous- that’s all I’m saying.” You sighed through your nose, closing your eyes. “I just don’t want you getting hurt in any way.”
“I know, and I appreciate that.”
You allowed a small smile to cross your face.
“So what about you? Do you ever think you’ll face reveal?”
You let out an “uh” noise, sitting back up on your couch and reclining again, tightening your grip on your warm mug. You looked down at it. “I…. don’t know,” you said shortly.
Dream chuckled. “Don’t want your followers to see your face?”
“I don’t think I could live up to the expectations.”
Dream hummed.
A comfortable silence fell over the phone.
“Do…….you want to see my face?”
You blinked in response, not quite believing what you just heard. “What?”
“Did you want to see my face? I already showed George and Karl. I was going to show Bad, but he’s busy with something. You moved up the list.”
“Clay…”
“You can cover your camera if you want. I don’t have to see you if you don’t want me to.”
You paused. “Honestly, I’m afraid to see you.” You set your mug on the coffee table, moving your feet to the couch and curling up, pulling a blanket over your legs as you listened to him talk.
“Afraid? We’ve been friends for years, why would you be afraid?”
“That’s exactly why,” you answered, finishing your adjustments on the blanket. “As much as I tried to avoid it, I’ve created expectations of what I imagine you to look like.” You tugged lightly at your hair with your free hand. “Besides, facetime has crappy internet, anyways.”
You tried not to let the silence on the other end of the phone worry you. Did you make a mistake? You were one of your best friend’s, and secret crush, first people he wanted to show his face to. Did you hurt his feelings?
You waved your hand in the air even though he couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry, I should be honored, but-”
“No, you’re fine,” Dream assured. “Would you like to meet me in person, then? Come down to Florida and see me?”
You paused. “You mean like…face reveal to each other?”
“If you want. Your choice, obviously.” His voice grew a little lower in pitch, but louder, sounding slightly more strained. “I mean, I’m not gonna ask you to face reveal or anything,” he said quickly, “but if it would be easier for you… I would like you to see me.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest. He wants me to see him. He loves me- you quickly shook your head. That’s not what that means, dummy, you chided yourself. “I’ll…….give it some thought. I have to go stream right now, though.” You looked over at your clock. “I haven’t done a blessed thing all day,” you admitted with a forced laugh.
“Yeah, I haven’t really either. Unless you count showing my face to people, but most people do that every day, so…”
“Well… you’re not most people,” you said, grinning.
Dream laughed on the other end. “That is true. I’ll talk to you later, Y/n. I gotta go show my face to more people.”
“Alright. Have fun,” you said, bringing up your other hand to your phone as you prepared to hang up.
“I’ll try.”
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
You pulled your phone from your ear and pressed the ‘end call’ button. You tossed your head back, groaning, before bringing it forward to drag your hands along your face. Standing, you picked up the blanket that fell to the floor and tossed it back on the couch before walking over to your streaming room. You entered the familiar setup, looking at your f/c neon lights lining the dark walls. You didn’t used to have the lights, but you really loved the addition. It helped you focus.
You plopped down in your gaming seat, your gaze immediately finding your mask next to your keyboard, staring up at you with a lifeless expression. You pressed the power button on your laptop and picked up the mask while you waited for your computer to turn on. Your gaze raked over the black color and white half circles for happy eyes. You drug your fingers along the white sideways ‘D’ for a gin. The mask wasn’t circular like Dream’s, it was shaped like a theater mask, giving it a more angular look.
The blue light emitting from off your screen drew your attention to it. You lifted your gaze, looking up at your computer through your eyelashes. Pulling up Minecraft and setting up your stream, you pulled on your mask, looping the cord around the back of your head. You pressed record.
“Hey, guys!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You shut down your computer, pulling off your mask and setting it on the desk with a sigh. You ran a hand through your hair before standing, leaving the room and turning out the lights.
Pulling out your phone, you checked Youtube, seeing a few people already posting highlights from the stream you just finished. You walked into the kitchen, not even looking up from your phone, and saw a video titled “Karl reacts to Dream’s face reveal”. You swallowed a sudden lump in your throat. Setting the phone down on the counter, you moved to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of leftover chili and putting it in the microwave. Turning it on to reheat, you walked back over to your phone and stared down at the thumbnail.
Karl looked pleased.
Your finger hovered over it for a few moments before you finally tapped it.
The video opened with Karl showing his phone to the screen, allowing the viewers to see ‘Dream calling’ in the top. “I’m actually nervous,” Karl announced. The video cut to Karl looking down at his phone, clutching it with both hands. “Oh, shoot! What the heck?!” The video cut again to Karl smiling down at the phone. “You look like a baseball player, you scream like ‘baseball player’ to me.” He let out one of his small ‘Karl laughs’.
“I’m rocking like, a bit of a mullet,” you heard Dream’s voice say.
Karl laughed a little again. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he said, shaking his head, “but he’s running a mullet.” The video cut again. “Wait, I don’t know what I expected you to look like. You’re actually handsome- this is messed up.” He chuckled. “You’re not supposed to be attractive, Dream-”
You took in a sharp intake of air just as the timer went off. You turned your head, walking over to the microwave as you heard Dream say “look, I’m a normal guy, okay?”
You heard Karl laugh and start talking, but you were more focused on not dropping the hot bowl. Setting the dish on the counter and getting out a spoon, you heard Karl say something about tweeting before the video ended. You glanced over at your phone, staring at it for a moment before turning it off and eating in solitude.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your finger hovered over the ‘send’ button. Did you want your best friend and crush to see your face? Not really. Did you want to disappoint him by not letting him share something that he wants to with you? Definitely not.
You groaned, dropping your head. Your forehead hit the counter with a ‘thud’. Without lifting it, you pressed the ‘send’ button. You quickly turned your phone off, your anxiety rising. You shoved away your bowl of cereal, still hungry but not wanting to eat. Walking into the living room, you slightly adjusted the blanket that laid on the back of the couch. You dropped your hands to your hips, tapping the sides of your thighs as you let out a puff of breath from your mouth. You paced back and forth, your gaze darting back to your phone laying on the counter more often than you would’ve liked to admit.
Maybe sending that message was a bad idea.
You let out a small yell, tugging at your hair, before speed-walking back over to the counter. You picked your phone up, about to take it all back, when it buzzed.
You yelped, slapping it back on the counter, face down. Your eyes were wide, your left hand clenched at your chest. Your heartbeat picked up and you felt a little light headed.
You needed some water.
Rushing to the sink, you quickly poured yourself a cool glass of water and downed some before looking back at your device. Walking over hesitantly, you lifted it, opening the message.
It was him.
Dream.
You looked down at the text.
“great!” It said. “when do you want to fly over? here’s my address:”
You felt sick.
“I can catch the next flight, I guess?” you typed back, rocking from side to side. “I’ll have to look at flight times.” You paused, pursing your lips as you tapped the side of your phone. “How do we do this?”
You stared in anticipation at your phone for a few moments before letting out a breath.
Your phone dinged.
“sure! the sooner the better right? wdym?”
“Before I talk myself out of it,” you mumbled as you typed into your phone. “Okay. How do I get there? And do we have a plan for our reveals, or….?”
The reply was almost instant.
“Sapnap can pick you up if you’re cool with that. uhh, i don’t know. what’s most comfortable for you?”
You typed “not doing this at all” before erasing it and starting over. “That’s fine. We could both wear our masks and take them off at the same time?” You paced back and forth, looking down at your phone.
“sounds good! do you want it filmed or no?”
You paused, ceasing your pacing. Like…..to post? Or just to keep as a memory?
“To post online, or just to keep?” You asked.
“either. i was thinking about having Sapnap film it. we could keep it until you decided if you would ever do a face reveal or not, or we could post it and blur you out.”
You chewed your lip. You would never be able to see the reactions ever again if you didn’t film it. You sighed, mentally cursing your Youtube-focused brain. “We could film it, I guess.”
“awesome! i’ll let Sapnap know. keep me updated!”
You sent a ‘thumbs up’ emoji before sighing, moving to your streaming room to check your computer for flights.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Boarding flight.” You put your phone into your pocket once you saw the message go through, pulling up your hood and slipping on your sunglasses. The facemask you wore was one with Ranboo’s design. Climbing up the stairs, you looked down at your ticket for the 148,294 time, checking your seat number. You looked up, gaze scanning the cabin for your number.
Window seat.
Thank God.
You walked over, sliding in after putting your suitcases above your chair.
The two chairs next to you were empty.
You weren’t sure if that meant they weren’t going to be used, or if the people using them weren’t there yet.
You hoped the former.
A few minutes later, a woman with blonde hair and a dirty-blonde daughter, you assumed, sat in your row, the woman on the outside and the child between you.
You bit back a groan and looked out the window, trying to avoid interaction.
This was going to be a long flight.
“Excuse me, miss?”
You turned to the woman in your row and raised an eyebrow. You saw confusion and a little fear cross her features, but she kept her expression mostly neutral.
You couldn’t blame her. You definitely looked suspicious.
You caught a glimpse of a flight attendant behind the woman.
“Your ticket, please?” She asked.
“Oh,” you mumbled, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your ticket, handing it to the attendant. “Sorry.”
“That’s alright.” The attendant smiled. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said before walking away.
You looked ahead of you, about to look back out the window when the woman spoke again.
“Is this your first flight?” She asked cheerfully, holding a book open for her daughter to look at.
You looked at her out of the corner of your eye. “Yeah.”
The woman nodded. “I thought so. You look tense.”
You stiffened slightly, turning your head a little to see her better as you raised an eyebrow. Admittedly, it was a little hard with the sunglasses.
You had no idea how Ranboo lived like this for so long.
“Don’t worry, it’s completely safe.” She smiled over at you, turning the page of the children’s book.
You glanced down at it subtly, briefly noting a person standing next to a giant pumpkin, before looking back at the woman. “Have you flown before?” You asked, voice slightly strained.
“Many times. My husband works out of state, so me and Emma fly out to visit him when he’s gone longer than usual.”
You held back a small gasp. “I’m sorry.”
“It pays well,” she began before trailing off slightly. “It’s just hard to be without him for so long sometimes.”
Your gaze fell to your lap. “I bet,” you agreed quietly.
It was silent for a moment.
The loudspeaker sounded. “Attention, passengers. We will be playing a safety video before we take off. Please pay attention to the instructions given in case of an emergency.”
You let out a sharp breath, gripping the armrest on your right as the video began to play.
“Everything will be okay,” your bench-mate assured. “I’ve been on this flight more times than I can count. There’s never been any problems.”
You smiled. “Thanks.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Arriving in Orlando, Florida directly,” the speaker announced.
You weren’t sure to be relieved that you’d be on solid ground soon, or terrified because you’d be meeting Dream. You were torn between letting out a breath of relief and gasping, so you just stopped breathing.
You only noticed once you were starting to become uncomfortable.
You let out a harsh breath before sucking one back in.
The woman laughed. “You’ll be okay.”
You looked over at her and nodded. Turning to your right to look out the window, you snapped a photo of the partially-visible runway below the clouds and sent it to Dream. You leaned forward in your seat as the plane’s wheels touched the ground.
The plane came to a stop and it was announced that people could leave the plane.
You stood in your seat, pulling down your luggage, being careful to not hit the sleeping girl in the head. You turned to the woman as she picked Emma up quietly, taking down their bags with one hand. “Thanks for your company.” You smiled. “I don’t think I would’ve gotten through the flight as well if you weren’t here.”
She smiled. “My pleasure, miss.”
You leaned over. “Let me help with your bags,” you said, picking two up and holding both of yours in your other hand.
“Oh, no, don’t worry about it.”
“No, I insist. It’s the least I could do.”
“Well, alright.” She chuckled, picking up the other bag, and led you out of the plane. She walked inside the nearby building and stood over to the side, out of the way of everyone else coming in and moving around. “Thank you. My husband should pick us up in a little bit.”
“Alright. Have a nice stay,” you replied, putting her bags down next to her and walking away with a wave. You headed to the bathroom and checked your phone on the way.
1 new message.
“awesome! Sapnap left a while ago. he should be there soon!”
You slipped into the bathroom, using it and washing, before emerging. Finding a secluded spot, you swapped your sunglasses and face mask for your theater mask, waiting for Sapnap.
Somewhere between five and ten minutes later you saw a short man in a hoodie wandering around, a baseball cap atop his head.
You could see long brown hair sticking out from underneath it.
He did a full spin, allowing you to briefly see his poster that read “Y/n pickup” in black marker.
Did you call out to him? Did you wait for him to see you?
You picked up your bags, steeling yourself before you marched towards him. “Sapnap?” You asked quietly.
He turned around, looking over at you. “Yeah. Y/n, I assume?”
You could see him observing your mask before he looked at where the eyes were and smiled.
“Yeah,” you said.
He gestured to the side, bowing. “My car is this way, my lady.”
You normally would’ve laughed, but you couldn’t find it in you.
You were too stressed.
Sapnap kindly took your bags, putting them in the trunk before walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in. “You beat George here,” he said, starting the car.
“Lucky me,” you replied as the car pulled out and onto the road.
Sapnap glanced over at you briefly. “You aren’t excited?”
You paused, staring ahead of you. “I’m terrified,” you admitted.
He looked over at you, his expression shifting into one of sympathy and sadness. “You’ll be okay.”
You let out a tiny humorless chuckle. “I hope so.”
The car went silent for a few moments.
“How was the flight?”
“Eh.” You shrugged a shoulder. “It was okay. I probably looked like I was going to sell drugs, or something.”
Sapnap laughed and looked over at you. “Were you wearing your mask on the plane?”
“Not this one,” you said as the car turned a corner. “I had sunglasses and Ranboo’s facemask.”
Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have Ranboo’s mask?”
“No- sorry. I have one that I got from him. I didn’t like… take his only mask.”
“Oh, okay.” He chuckled. “That makes more sense.”
You smiled slightly. “How are you doing, Sapnap?”
He looked over at you, eyes wide as he let out a tiny chuckle. “What?”
“How have you been? You doin well?”
“Uh, yeah.” He smiled. “I’ve been great. Thanks.”
You nodded.
“Are you ready to meet Dream?”
Your heart skipped and your body tensed. “No.”
Sapnap hummed. “That’s a problem, cause we’re here.”
“What!?” You gripped the seatbelt with both hands. “I haven’t mentally prepared-!”
“It’s alright, I have to go get him, anyway,” Sapnap said calmly, turning off the car and unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Ah, don’t leave me!” You exclaimed, your hands shooting out and gripping his forearm.
Sapnap looked over at you in surprise. He blinked. “It’s okay. Just breathe. I’ll just go in and tell him you’re here. You can text him when you’re ready, okay?”
You paused before nodding, slowly releasing your hold on him.
Sapnap nodded back, smiling slightly and closed the door before walking away, disappearing from view.
You were having a coronary.
You slipped your hoodie off of you, being careful to avoid snagging the mask.
You were not used to Florida heat.
The anxiety probably didn’t help.
You reached your hand up to your mask, pulling down the visor and opening the mirror. Your hand gripped your mask, but you hesitated.
Did you want to know what you looked like? Would you be satisfied, or want to fix your hair or something?
Your heart raced.
You put your hand on the visor and lifted it, closing the mirror in the process of putting it back.
Well, you couldn’t wait forever. You climbed out of the car, closing the door and leaning against it as you texted Dream.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
You tapped your foot anxiously as you waited.
Voices steadily grew louder.
You heard a laugh.
Turning, you saw Sapnap leading Dream by the arm, the tall, masked man stumbling.
“Everything okay?” You questioned.
“He can’t see out of the mask,” Sapnap said, chuckling, holding up a camera with his free hand.
You glanced at it, your heart rate increasing. “That doesn’t seem efficient.”
“Oh, it’s not,” Dream replied.
It was weird to hear him in person. His voice sounded so solid and crisp. It was clear in a way that you’d never experienced before.
Sapnap let go of Dream, causing the 6’3 man to stop, reaching his hands out blindly.
“How do we want to do this?” You asked, eyeing his hands waving about.
“Back to back?” Sapnap suggested as Dream began turning, trying to feel for you. “Hold up, Dream,” Sapnap said.
Dream stopped, his hands dropping to his sides. “Where is she?” He questioned, moving his head around.
“I’m here, Clay,” you replied as Sapnap handed you the camera, which you noticed was already recording, as he moved Dream in place.
His back was facing you.
Sapnap took the camera back and gestured at Dream, holding up the device.
You took a deep breath. “This is so weird,” you mumbled, moving in to place your back against Dream’s larger frame.
“On the count of three?” Dream asked.
You paused. This was real. You were doing this. “Okay.”
“Sapnap, do you want to count down?” Dream asked.
“Do you want me to take your masks off for you, too?” He teased, backing up to get the shot he wanted.
You forced yourself to chuckle a little.
Sapnap’s voice rang through your ears. “One.”
You reached up with your left hand, gripping your mask.
“Two.”
You reached back blindly with your right hand, finding Dream’s left, as your heart raced.
He quickly responded, grabbing it and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
You could feel rings.
“Three.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, turning to fully face Dream, still holding hands. You pulled your mask off, intentionally leaving it out to the side, blocking the camera’s view.
If you were going to end up posting this, you wanted Dream to be the first to see your face for certain.
You didn’t want any viewers to have the option to have seen your face as soon as you took off the mask, giving them the same treatment that you would have for your best friend.
You opened your eyes, staring up into green with your e/c ones. His eyes were beautiful.
The rest of him took you completely by surprise, though.
You were conscious enough to lower the mask so the audience, if any, could see your reactions.
His hair was brown and curly, indeed a mullet. His face was more rounded than you’d pictured, his features softer than you had imagined them to be. Your gaze raked over his light facial hair and lips before drifting down to the chain necklace he wore. You looked back up at his face.
His mouth was slightly parted.
You felt your face heat up, not used to being stared at. You lifted your mask again, holding it a little distance from your face, turning your head away.
Dream’s hand tightened around yours.
You brought the mask back down, looking over at him, face still red.
Dream grinned slightly before it fell. “I’m really nervous- what do you think?”
You blinked. “Of you?”
He glanced to the side briefly. “Yeah.”
You raised your left hand, still holding your mask, and covered your mouth with your wrist. “I feel bad- I didn’t have a big reaction.”
Dream let out a nervous laugh. “I know, you stressed me out.”
“Sorry.” You paused. “You’re not at all what I expected,” you admitted, gaze raking over his face.
“That seems to be the consensus.” He chuckled.
“You look like a normal person,” you said. Your eyes widened. “That sounded bad. You’re attractive, but you…” you trailed off, looking to the side as you tried to think of an appropriate way to say what you were thinking. “I dunno.”
He raised an eyebrow before tilting his head, eyes scanning you. “I don’t think I had an idea of what you looked like.”
“How?” You questioned, eyes widening slightly. “I literally tried to avoid having an idea of what you looked like, and it still didn’t work.”
Dream shrugged. “I don’t know.” He paused, opening his mouth to add on, but closed it again, eyebrows furrowing as his gaze lowered slightly. “I don’t know,” he repeated, looking over at you again.
You both fell silent.
You finally dropped his hand, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around him in a hug, burying your face in his chest.
A second or two passed before he hugged you back, his large hands finding place on your sides.
You took in a shaky breath, trying not to cry.
You were finally here.
You did it.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stop its quivering. You were certain Dream could feel you shaking.
“Oh, don’t cry,” you heard Dream say softly, hugging you tighter.
You sniffled, wiping your nose with your arm before you pulled away, keeping your head down so he couldn’t see you. “Sorry.”
He chuckled a little. “Don’t worry about it.”
You looked up, seeing that his eyes were red.
No tears had fallen, but he looked like he was close.
“Uh, when do I stop recording?”
You both turned, seeing Sapnap still holding the camera.
Oh yeah.
That little detail.
You turned your head away, looking towards the house.
“She still has to meet Patches,” Dream said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, turning you back towards Sapnap and the camera subconsciously.
Sapnap open-mouth smiled. “Patchy!”
You tried to ignore the camera and gasped. “Patches!” You clapped your hands together. Focus on the cat, you told yourself. “Where’s Patches?” You looked around Dream’s chest towards the house.
Dream chuckled. “This way,” he said, turning and walking away, keeping his arm around you. He opened the door and released you to step inside. “Patches!” He called, looking around. “She’s around here somewhere.”
You looked over your shoulder as Sapnap closed the door behind the three of you, still looking into the camera.
“Patches!” Dream called again from the other room.
You heard him mumble something as you walked into the living room, seeing him bent over as he picked up his cat.
He turned around, holding the pet in his arms. “Here she is.” He ran his hand over her back.
You grinned, walking forward. “Hey, Patches,” you said softly, petting her ear. “Hey, kitty,” you whispered, grin growing as the cat closed her eyes, leaning into your touch. You covered your mouth with your free hand, trying to contain your noises and emotions. You were vaguely aware of Sapnap moving to your right, filming you and Dream. “She’s so cute,” you said, looking up at Dream.
He was smiling affectionately. “Yeah, she is.”
“She can be a pain, though,” Sapnap piped up, nodding as you looked over at him. “She likes to chew on Dream’s mic and stuff.”
Dream chuckled. “Yeah, she does.” He looked back down at her before lifting her and kissing the top of her head.
“So I’ve heard,” you said, smiling as you watched the action.
“How long are you going to stay here?” Dream asked as he lowered his arms, letting Patches jump out and walk away.
You watched her leave before looking back up at Dream. “Uh, I don’t know. A couple weeks?”
“Your bags!” Sapnap exclaimed. He quickly shoved the camera in Dream’s hands before running back out of the building, unaware of Dream filming the entire thing.
You chuckled as you watched Sapnap’s shoes disappear from view. “I should probably go help him.”
“Eh.” Dream shrugged. “He doesn’t need help. He’s a fit guy.”
You smirked up at him. “Clay,” you scolded lightly.
He aimed the camera down at you and grinned. “Yes?”
Your eyes widened as you looked at the big black object. Placing your hand on it, you pushed it back towards the door just as Sapnap came back through with your luggage.
He was slightly out of breath. “Sorry,” he apologized quietly.
You chuckled quietly. “That’s alright, Sapnap.” You walked over, reaching down to pick them up. “Thank you.” You put them over to the side and pulled out your phone. “I guess I should look into motel prices.”
“Wait, what?”
You looked over at Dream. “Motels? Ya know. A place where I can stay?”
Dream and Sapnap looked at each other.
“We just assumed you’d be staying here,” Sapnap said, looking back at you.
“Yeah. We have a room all ready,” Dream added. “You can sleep in George’s room until he gets here.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And when he does get here? I’ll still be here by the time he arrives.”
Dream waved a hand dismissively. “He can sleep on the couch until you leave.”
Sapnap nodded enthusiastically at Dream’s comment as he turned back to face you. “There’s plenty of room.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience you,” you said, setting your mask down on your luggage bags and looking down at it.
“Oh, it’s no problem!” Dream assured.
“We want you to stay!” Sapnap agreed.
You lifted your head slightly to look over at them. “Well, if you’re sure…”
“Absolutely,” Dream said.
“Completely.”
“Well, okay then.”
“Perfect!” Dream walked over, picking up one of your bags as Sapnap picked up the other.
“Guys, I can carry my own stuff-” you were cut off by Dream shoving your mask towards you.
“There. You can carry that.”
You smiled, shaking your head.
Dream and Sapnap led you to your room, talking all the way about all of the fun stuff the three of you were going to do. They both put your bags down once they walked through the bedroom door.
“The bathroom’s that way,” Dream said, pointing.
“And the kitchen’s that way,” Sapnap grinned, pointing the other way.
You chuckled. “Both very important.”
“So, get set up and then we can just hang out the rest of the day,” Dream said, looking around the room before his gaze landed on you.
“Let’s order pizza for supper,” Sapnap said.
“We have to get through lunch, first,” you reminded, smiling.
“Oh, right. I’ll go get the stuff out.” Sapnap turned, walking out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.
You and Dream fell silent.
He finally looked over at you. “Well.” He grinned. “We did it.”
You smiled back. “We did it.”
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A/n: Guys, this was 21 pages in Google Docs. I may have a problem. XD
Could you write irl! Deam with prompt 27 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice."
Swimming season
A/N: I decided to combine all of these asks into little drabbles, I hope that's alright anons!
Cw: Exhibitionism, Degrading, praise, song reference
Dream (this got a bit long, I got carried away!)
It had been a long roadtrip up the east coast. When you finally arrived in Rhode Island you greeted George and Wilbur, they had flown in a few days before. "I'm so happy to see you guys!" You exclaimed running at them then jumping to hug them both. "How've you been Y/N, Dream hasn't been given you a hard time, has he?" Wilbur jokingly whispered to you, his eyes fixed on Dream giving him a playful glare. "Hm..just a bit, I've been having issues walk-" Wilbur cut you off his face turning a low red, "I asked how you're doing, not your fuckin sex life." He laughed patting your head. Dream and George were talking and George said something that made Dream flush, "What the hell is wrong with you! Let's just-Let's just go!" He yelled, but it wasn't really a yell just a flustered announcement.
But, let's talk about what got you in this situation. Dream had told you he got your a bikini and told you to try it on, so you did. It hardly covered anything, you blushed and looked at him "Might as well made me go swimming in lingerie!" He let out a laugh, "You look good, now change out we need to sleep for tomorrow."
Here you are, sitting on Dreams lap while your friends are in the ocean. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" that's when the real reason Dream got you that bathing suit was revealed, "Dream-What if people see-" "They won't see a thing, just sit their and look pretty when you're secretly a little slut."
Punz
"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" He whispered in your ear, you were sitting on a subway on your way to the ocean, you a jacket covering your lap. Suddenly you felt Punz's fingers pull your bottoms to the side, but the way he held you made it look like a couple just holding on the other.
That's when you felt it, he pushed his cock inside you, "God you're clenching on me, you're such a slut knowing any of these people could possibly notice. Look at that fucker, I bet he'd die to fuck your gorgeous pussy." Punz pointed to a old man with briefcase, he had a phone pointed at you two...and the light was on. Punz yelled out, "Hey! Pervert! Stop taking pictures of my lady!" Everyone on the subway turned to see the commotion and saw the older man scrambling to delete the video on his phone with a flustered expression.
Sapnap
Sapnap was holding onto you while you sat on his lap at a public pool, then an idea went off in his head. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" "What-Sap-someone will noti-CE" you covered your mouth as you felt him push inside you, attracting the eyes of the people walking past. "Sorry I bit my tounge!" You apologized to them, Sapnap had a pleased expression on his face. "You're doing so good pretty girl."
You're attractive, smart, and confident, and.. And.. fuck.
I'm gonna butcher this. It was only basically a life changing moment. If I got this job I could finally prove to my family and my ex my roommate that the 4 years at college was worth it. The endless nights… studying. God, I don't miss it. According to my parents, a computer science degree was a
“waste of your time! You could be studying liberal arts! Getting an english degree!! Become a teacher! Not some useless.. Computer.. Person. What are you going to do? Spend your life in a dark basement in “I.T.” ridiculous. Get a grip”
They had never supported anything I did that wasn't advised by them. They don't even know the title! “Some.. computer person” Please. Why can't they understand that computers are the future? This IS the future. Coders are more important now than they ever have been before.
My roommate, Karl, has been nothing but supportive. As expected from someone whose whole life is dependent on computers. But, I still feel like I have some point to prove to him. Like if I don't, all of the sleepless nights he spent helping me when I had to cram, comforting me when I got a grade that was less than perfect, forcing me to eat, shower, drink water, and take a break and have a day to myself, was all for nothing. I definitely wouldn’t be here without him.
“Um.. excuse me?” Looking up from my lap where my fidgeting hands had finally come to a stop. The receptionist, or is he a personal assistant? It’s hard to tell. He could be anyone. Whoever he is, he is deathly attractive, but also staring at me impatiently. I couldn’t help but stare back. Taking note of every detail I could find. His downturned brown eyes burning holes into my own as he waited for a response, his seemingly perfect eyebrows knitted together, the freckle on his left cheek which was very faint but noticeable. Which i'm sure if exposed to the sun would darken. Which leads me to his skin. Pale, and white. Almost paper white. I wonder how much he is truly exposed to the sun or if he is just always stuck in this god forsaken office. His cheeks were slightly rosy though. Cute. His lips, although thin, were full, almost. As if he was pouting. They were a pale pink, matching the rosiness of his cheeks. His hair. Gosh his hair. It was so fluffy and dark, it was hard to tell whether it was black or a deep brown in the lighting provided. I just wanted to run my hands through it and feel how soft it truly was. One thing stood out though. One annoying detail that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
A piece of hair sticking up in the middle of his head. It looked so out of place compared to the cute, fluffy curls of everything else. It was embarrassing how hard it was to hold myself back from walking over to him and fixing it myself.
He coughed.
How long was I staring at him?
Standing up, I brushed myself off. Getting rid of any stray hairs or balls of material that had stuck to me. I took a hesitant step forward towards the man in front of me. He swung his arm out and motioned me to go into the main office. The whole reason I was here.
“He is ready for you. Don’t keep him waiting any longer. He will take your tardiness out on us” He mumbled the last part of his sentence not meaning for me to hear. He turned swiftly on his feet before speed walking back to his desk situated next to the elevator. He was very lanky. The black t-shirt he wore was… Baggy? His pants were black jeans, pairing them with his all black converse. Was I overdressed? Or was he too casual. Panic immediately started to rise within me. But the moment he sat down back at his desk, he looked at me once more sending a glare my way, annoyed I still haven’t made the effort to make my way towards the office.
I nodded at him. Turning slowly to take in the giant double doors in front of me. A bit extreme for a small hallway I think personally. I walked towards them and held the door handle. Do I knock? That'd be polite right? No but he's expecting you, he's aware of your presence so there is no need to. But what if he had gotten a phone call between the time of alerting the man behind the desk and now. But what if he gets annoyed at you for knocking. What if he finds the sound of knock-
Before I could even finish or process my thoughts, the door in front of me flew open. I stumbled slightly as the handle was torn from my grasp. I looked up and. Oh. Holy shit. Attractive was an understatement. The lanky dude behind the desk was attractive. The man in front of me was. God like? No, that would probably feed into his ego. Hot. Hot doesn’t describe it well enough. He was… Alluring. Alluring was the best way I could put it. He was lanky like the assistant (? I still don't know) but he was tall, and slightly bulkier. Broad shoulders, covered by a black dress shirt, that fit him oh too well, and a dark forest green vest. A silver chain was hung around his neck tucked underneath the shirt. It was barely visible, the intent to hide it was obvious. His jaw was- don't get me started. His eyes were an emerald green, matching his vest perfectly. But that was as far as I got before he started talking.
“You’re here for the interview aren't you?” Voice was like butter, it was smooth but had a slight rasp to it as if he hadn’t used it all day. I stared at him for a minute too long before nodding my head and muttering out a quick yes, my eyes meeting my shoes.
He hummed before taking a step back, opening the door wider. Silently asking for me to walk in and take a seat. I took a few steps forward, far enough for him to shut the door and walk around me to sit behind the desk.
His office was beautiful to put it simply. Simple but welcoming. The left wall had bookshelves lining the whole of the wall. The bookshelves wrapped around the wall behind me, only stopping once it reached the door. The back wall, if you could even call it a wall, was a giant window. Looking out upon the city of Orlando. The right wall was lined with computers, which I'll admit was a bit confusing. You'd think in an establishment like this, they would be able to afford a server room instead of keeping it in the bosses office. This room was the biggest liability. As if reading my mind, the gorgeous man sat at the desk in front of me, answered my question.
“We do have a server room. Just to let you know” I turned to look at him, mouth open like a fish. I’d close it if I could. But my body has betrayed me and I can't seem to control any part of me at this moment. He chuckled. God, that was hot.
“I could see the confusion on your face when you were looking at them… Don’t worry they don't hold any sensitive information” He was no longer looking at me, instead highlighting some papers in front of him. I nodded and cleared my throat before walking towards the desk, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down. He looked up at me through lidded eyes and chuckled again at my hesitancy to sit down. When will he stop doing that. Without a second thought, my mouth had opened and words came tumbling out.
“Genuine question. If you do have a server room, and the computers don't hold any sensitive information,” I pointed at the wall to my right. Which, now thinking about was stupid, what other computers could I possibly be talking about. “Why are they in your office. And how are they surviving the changes of temperature within your office? I wouldn’t say it's particularly cold here. Not how server rooms are meant to be anyways.” He paused, capping his highlighter and putting it down before looking back at me. His hands were clasped together in front of him as he leaned forward.
“I won’t lie. You’re the only person that has ever pointed that out. Besides George of course.” George? Who is George? He looked at the computers, before looking back at me with a smug smile sitting upon his face. “Decoys. To put it simply. I would say they’re for personal use but you seem too smart to fall for that.” His arms left the table before leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms. And lord do I wish he didn't. I couldn't help but stare at his arms as they pulled against his shirt. “They are real computers, yes, just before you question me about the blinking lights..” He paused and took a deep breath in. Contemplating what his next words would be. “... Why do YOU think I may have decoys displayed in my office?” he questioned me, the smug smile returning to rest on his face. I raised my eyebrows in shock, I knew this was an interview but I wasn’t expecting a question like this.
I shifted in my seat, before clearing my throat again. I looked down at my hands and started fidgeting with my fingers.
“Um. I mean one would assume the reason why anyone would have a decoy of.. Well anything. Would be to trick someone else into thinking that it was something that had importance.. And/or meaning. “ I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I looked up. He no longer held a smug smile, nor did he have his arms crossed. But, his hands rested on his thighs and he held my gaze, silently urging me to continue talking. He was truly intrigued by what I had to say over such a simple question. I looked away back towards the computers. It was hard to keep eye contact when his eyes were so mesmerising. “In this case, the information stored within the computers in the server room are sensitive and are at risk of being exposed to people who don't need said information. So, decoys are displayed in your office, to trick anyone who comes through, to believe you were idiotic enough to keep your servers out in the open for anyone to access.” I was going to continue but thought against my better judgement. I looked back at the man at the desk. Instead of being serious, as he was mere moments beforehand. He looked… amused? My eyes widened as I realised what I had just said.
“Not- no uh- not that i was calling you idiotic sir! I was just uh… it was more an.. Um. example? Of what others may think? Not that i think people think you're idiotic!-” he had cut me off when he started to laugh.
Oh my god. I just called my possible future boss idiotic and he started laughing at me. I cowered in my seat, sinking lower. This was the most embarrassing thing to happen all day.
Tears were pricking the corner of his eyes as he continued to laugh. Once he opened them and saw how embarrassed I had become. He started to calm down. I straightened the way I was sitting, fidgeting with my hands once again.
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter himself. Hands crossed, he leaned against the desk once again.
“I would like to apologise for laughing at you. Truly. It had just… caught me off guard. I haven't laughed like that in weeks.” A soft smile sat upon his face staring at me with glossy eyes, still teary from his burst of laughter. “Other than your comment about idiocy. You were spot on. You’re right when you say that they’re there to trick people into thinking that they hold sensitive information. Although it seems obvious to people like you and George, many fall for it. I can't explain how many people we have caught tampering with the computers here at 2 am.” He ran a hand through his sandy hair as he huffed. Obviously annoyed with the thought of how many people had tried to take him down. He brought up George again. Who is George?
“I do have another quick question..” He looked away from the computers and back at me. Nodding his head slightly to indicate he was willing to listen to what I had to say.
“You… you keep bringing up someone named George. Who is George? if you don't mind my asking” I spoke quietly and nervously. If he did end up hiring me. I don’t know how I will be able to cope. Maybe I should have missed the interview today. I would be fine with disappointing everyone around me if it meant I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing his face every day.
He smiled upon hearing my question. Almost eager to talk about his best friend.
“George was the man that greeted you outside my door. He’s my best friend and employee.” He continued to smile as the confusion was slowly cleared off of my face. I nodded slowly before looking around the room again awkwardly. A couch sat opposite the bookshelf, a small round table sat next to the couch, a book left open, a corner of the page doggy eared, making me cringe inwardly. Turning back around to the man in front of me, did I only notice how cluttered his desk was. There was a lamp sitting on the corner of the left side of the desk. A monitor sitting opposite on the right side. Papers were scattered across his desk, a multitude of folders towering slightly on a tray sat next to his lamp. Pens and highlighters littered his desk, some without caps. The ones that were capped were very obviously on the wrong pen. The man followed my eyes, soon noticing himself how messy his own desk was.
“Oh my... i'm so sorry i didn’t realise how messy things had become” He quickly picked up all of the papers, stacking them neatly and pushing them to the side. Before scooping up all of the pens and highlighters, capping them correctly and disposing them into a cup that had sat next to his monitor. He looked at me sheepishly, sticking his arm out in front of me. I grabbed his hand and shaked, assuming that is what he was asking of me.
“Clay, my name is Clay. Apologies yet again. This Interview has been somewhat of a disaster.” I shook my head and smiled, retreating my arm and telling him my own name. Clay… that's a really nice name. Genuinely,
He smiled, an amused expression on his face yet again.
“I am aware of your name. It was on your resume and application” A goofy grin was on display. Blush seeped up the back of my neck, settling in the tips of my ears. I was thoroughly embarrassed.
“Oh right.. Sorry. I forgot you had access to that.” I rubbed the back of my neck taking a few deep steady breaths to calm myself down.
“Don’t worry about your desk, by the way. Trust me when I say I have seen worse.” He laughed slightly and shook his head, amused. He stopped abruptly, face turning into a hard expression. Suddenly becoming serious.
“Look uh. We have run out of time for the interview today.” His voice no longer sounded smooth, but was gravelly almost. “You took your time entering my office and kept me waiting.” Oh god. Here it is. He’s going to reject my application. Panic immediately settled in my stomach. It began churning, I felt like I was going to throw up at any second. Why was he suddenly stoic. Did I do something? Was I mucking around? I didn't mean to if I was. I thought I was pretty calm. He took a deep breath in. The anxiety was like a volcano. It felt like it was about to erupt. The shaking being the voices of worry filling my mind, the lava rising being the anxiety attack that was slowly settling in.
“But. Considering you did take notice of the computers, and questioned me about them instead of just ignoring them. And you did answer the one question I did ask you.”
Here it comes. Any moment now. He’ll break the news and tell me to get out.
“I will keep in touch with you” what? “I will let you know if you have gotten the job in around a week's time.” Oh. My. God. The volcano inside slowly started dying. The shaking coming to a stop, the lava settling back down into the pool of my stomach.
He pushed the chair back from his desk and stood up walking towards the door. I followed suit, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than I already had. When I had reached him he stuck his hand out waiting for me to shake it once again. I gripped his hand firmly and shook. Feeling more confident now than I had all day.
“Thank you for taking time out of your day to interview me sir. Even if it wasn’t the interview either of us were hoping for.” He nodded, smiling slightly at my words, the smile didn't last long before it returned to the position it was previously in. He reached to open the door, stepping back in the process to make room for me to leave.
“Of course. Until next time. We’ll keep in touch.” He responded bluntly, looking at me once more before shutting the door the moment I left the office. What the fuck kind of interview was that? I looked around the room, my eyes settling on the man I now know as George. He rolled his eyes before nodding his head at me. I nodded back, swallowing the bump that had found its way into my throat. Making my way to the elevator I thought about everything that had happened today. Only one detail sticking out more than the others.
How attractive Clay was.
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I'm not the best at writing and contemplated uploading this, so I hope you enjoyed whatever it was lol. - Birdy
A/N: So this is my first fic! Lol! Probably not another one for 5 months! (/j) I kinda just thought of this whilst reading one of my friends fic, pogchamp! If people like this one, then I’ll try and post more often! Thank you lovlies!
Star constellations were so appealing, you thought. You were always so perplexed when you managed to catch one, and Dream seemed to notice. Every Time you went out to stare at the stars, Dream questioned you. It’s usually him caring, in case you were to catch a cold. But most of the time he just asked you to sleep with him, the most euphoric feeling you could’ve felt.
“Please?” Dream whined.
You sighed at his fussing. “I read Delphinus will be visible today,”
“Can’t you at least watch it from here?”
“You know I can’t,” You spoke softly, a loud groan by Dream followed shortly after. You stared at his troubled face. A child, you thought, this happened every time you wanted to go out. Although you were so fond of him caring for you.
You sighed sharply, “Would you...want to join me?”
Dreams attention suddenly drifted towards the door.
Setting up the telescope that was shoved into a small suitcase, Dream stared. Is he still staring? You glanced at the Man, who was now sat on the ground. His face dimly lit by the lantern. Yeah, he is. You questioned his gaze, was there something on you? Was your hair a mess?
“You look gorgeous..” Startled at the man who suddenly appeared behind you.
“Jesus, Dream!” Amused at your unease, Dream chuckled.
“Chill, Chill!” Now calm, your body turned to face the tall man. His eyes staring back at yours intently.
“Are we about to kiss right now?” You spoke out breaking the tension between you two. Dream bursted out laughing at your joke, giggling to yourself a bit also.
“You’re such a dork.” Dream joked. His hands now cupping your pink tinted cheeks. A shooting star flew past you, unbothered. Your full attention on Dream, the man who you loved deeply. You don’t know whether to tell him you love him verbally, or physically. You cherished this type of interaction; Dream cherished you. The space between you quickly faded, your lips pressed against his. You could still taste some of the cherry pie that you baked for him earlier. Feeling his smirk turn into a full on warm smile, you both slowly pulled away. Your face now completely red, glad that the dim moonlight covered some of it.
Dream sighed, gently pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You’re insane!” “Aren’t we all?” ~ Dream x Reader
Yea so I don’t write X reader because I really have no clue how to, but I saw @quackisinnit ‘s 1k event and wanted to participate so I did my best. (can be read as platonic or romantic, and male or female)
You honestly didn’t believe anyone when they had told you Dream had been placed in prison. Sure, the dumb green man you knew (and loved but don’t tell anyone) had his times, but so did everyone. You didn’t want to believe them when they told you what he had done.
“Hey, Sam?” You released the button, waiting for the crackle.
“Yup, y/n, come on through.”
You shivered as the purple swirled around you, leaving you in the other realm. You didn’t go out much, so travel through the portals was never really necessary for you. The downside of this, was teleporting through realms still left a foul taste in your mouth, but you swallowed it down, waiting for Sam’s cue before stepping through again.
He gave you a sympathetic smile as you retched, summoning a water bottle from his inventory and handing it over. You took it gratefully, water helping the bile down a little.
“Here,” he passed you the glowing book. “Read it aloud please.”
You recite the lines, signing where you were told, handing it back. Sam let you into your locker, and you emptied your inventory, emerging after not very long.
“Ready? Let’s go.”
You followed Sam step for step letting respawns happen, doubts barreling through your head like a freight train.
What on earth had Dream done? How did he end up locked up so tightly? Why were you so out of the loop?
“Sam,” you began hesitantly, struggling to straighten everything you wanted to ask in your head.
“What’s up y/n?”
“What did Dream do? Like exactly, how did he end up in here?”
Sam abruptly stopped, spinning on his heel and bending down slightly to make eye contact with you.
“Y/n, he did a lot of bad thin-”
“I know he did something awful,” you interrupted. “why else would he be in here? I want to know exactly what he d-”
“Y/n he tried to kill Tubbo!” His voice softened slightly, acknowledging the shock on your face. “He tried to kill Tubbo, he manipulated Tommy, he lied to and hurt many people.”
A moment passed, no noise but the dripping of crying obsidian and crackle of lava echoing through the empty prison. Sam sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
“Y/n, I know it’s hard to believe, I know you don’t want to believe it. If you don’t want to see him anymore, I can take you back outside.”
You just shook your head in a simple no.
“I want to see him.”
The rest of the trip was made in silence, Sam nodding to you as the bridge moved under your feet, bringing you across the endless swarms of lava to the little obsidian box where a green man sat, waiting.
The platform had fully disappeared into the distance, and lava completely covered the entrance, leaving a orange glow over the whole room. Dream was studying you, you had realised, it made you uncomfortable. He was wondering why you had come.
“So, y/n…”
It was as you had remembered, the same honey dripping from his words, as the last time he had been in your cabin, right before you had thrown a blanket at his head and invited him to stay for the night.
Right before his face hardened and he said he had somewhere to be.
“This is where you had to go Dream?”
“Y/n-”
“No, you don’t get to talk right now.”
You took a deep breath, organising your anger very neatly before you exploded.
“You nearly killed Tubbo? Manipulated Tommy, Dream they are MINORS! Children! They don’t, shouldn’t have to face all this, least of all from you!”
“From me?” Dream interrupted, leaning forwards, interest on his face. “Oh do explain what you mean by that.”
“I…” your train had, again, spluttered to a halt, voice dropping to a whisper. “I thought I could trust you.”
“Y/n, y/n, you can trust me,” a crooked smile grew on his face, slight amusement in his eyes. “of course you can trust me, don’t you remember? Karoke, movie nights, the brownies?”
A sob grew in your throat, you were crying, you realised. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult, you were supposed to make peace, after what Sam had told you. Yet here you were, swallowing down sobs, choking back the tears as the memories flooded back.
“Y/n,” he extended his hand, curling his fingers slightly. “Help me escape.”
For a second you imagined what it would be like. Finding him a way out and running away with him, hidden away forever. That thought was very quickly banished when you saw the smile on his face grow deeper, more sinister. He thought he had you. No. You weren’t going to be manipulated, not now, not ever.
“You’re insane!”
He reached towards you, shrugging, a hint of desperation in his tone. “Aren’t we all?”
Your decision was made. As hard as it was, you moved away, standing by the lava.
“Perhaps. But I’m not going to be, not for you, never for you.”
You faced the lava, taking a deep, shuddering breath, trying to keep the tears to a minimum.
“SAM! I’M READY TO LEAVE NOW!”
“Y/n,” his hand was on your shoulder, and you were flung back into the pool of memory that you had just struggled to escape.
It felt right. But it was so very wrong. Shrugging his hand off, you ignored the tears marking your cheeks, spinning back to face him, as cold of an expression as you could muster.
“Dream, you had your chance. You threw it away. Goodbye.”
The last image you saw of him was shock, written clear as day across his face, and a second emotion, regret, as the barrier popped up to prevent him from escaping and you stepped onto the platform which would bring you away from him, forever.
