weekend getaway [roommate!dream au]
Roommate!Dream x Reader
it's been a little bit over a year since i posted the first roommate!dream, and a few months since i posted the last one. so, in honour of the best series on my blog, i present to you, the last instalment of the roommate!dream universe.
w/c: 1.7k (i think)
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A weekend away was exactly what your friend groups were in desperate need of. It was spring break and instead of joining your peers on tropical islands and weekends down on the coast, you decided to embrace the icy chill that still lingered in the air and book an Airbnb in the forest a few hours away from campus. Some were displeased with the mention of a jacket instead of a swimsuit but agreed to go nonetheless. The car ride up went smoothly and soon, you, Dream, Sapnap, George, Karl, Quackity, and Wilbur were pulling up to a two-storey cabin.
“A cabin in the woods, ooooo~,” Quackity had joked when Dream parked the van you had hired for this trip specifically. The sun above was doing nothing to warm you, and the chilly breeze caused you to pull the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. The group was eager to get inside and soon piled in with suitcases and shopping bags full of food.
Dream took your bag, along with his, upstairs to snag the room he thought was best. The other boys argued with Dream as he did so, but were soon rendered speechless when he mentioned something about ‘the most sturdy bed’. You weren’t listening.
After settling in, Sapnap brought up the idea of a campfire as the sun started setting. And after a long day of roadtripping, everyone agreed.
The warmth from the fire was nowhere near as hot as Dream’s hand that rested on your thigh. He was laughing along with Sapnap about some snide comment George had made with a near-empty beer bottle in his other hand. You were occupied with your second can of some alcohol that Karl had pulled from his cooler and was already feeling the buzz in your stomach. Being the first night of a college getaway, it was a piss-up, and you felt like the only one who was being responsible with your alcohol consumption.
Before you got up to go charge your phone, you felt Dream nudge your side, his eyes wide with evident intoxication and an adorable grin on his cheeks. You tilted your head and went to answer him before you felt Dream slip his beanie onto your head.
“Can’t have you getting cold,” He mumbled. Your cheeks warmed when you felt Dream’s hand on your wrist as he moved it into his wavy locks. You giggled, watching as he sunk his head into your lap, his eyes closed in contentment while holding his bottle high above his body to avoid spilling it over you. You admired how child-like he looked; so innocent and naive—a complete contrast to his everyday exterior. His eyes fluttered slightly as he sighed, snuggling his head further into your lap before your moment was rudely interrupted.
“Dream,” Sapnap called from the opposite side of the fire pit. Dream lifted his head quickly, your hand falling out of his hair in the process. “Want to play some football?” He asked and Dream’s eyes lit up, looking towards you for some unspoken approval.
Considering his drunken state, as well as yours, the idea of your boyfriend playing football was the greatest idea of the night. You nodded, a cheeky grin playing on your lips as he shot up from your lap, stumbling slightly when he was on his feet. You only laughed as you fixed the beanie on your head and followed the boys to the open area behind the fire pit. The floodlights from the roof of the cabin lit up the grassy patch and you found a spot on the ground.
Chatter suddenly filled the air as Karl, Quackity and Wilbur stepped out of the sliding door, their concoctions of what you guessed were rum and coke sloshing out of their glasses. You turned around to wave at them.
“Y/n!” Karl screamed as he and Wilbur sat themselves down next to you, Quackity jogging out onto the grass to join in on the game. You turned your attention towards your boyfriend whose laughter could be heard for miles as he stumbled around the oval, his friends following suit as they clumsily threw the football around.
Said ball came barrelling at Dream, and without a second thought, he caught it and drop-kicked it. Dream over-dramatically shielded his eyes with his hand in an attempt to see where the ball had gotten to.
“Well boys, s’gone,” He laughed, his words slurring together slightly.
The boys groaned collectively. “Dream! What the fuck,” Quackity yelled throwing his hands up. Dream only giggled and took a swig of his beer, clearly unbothered by the disappearance of the ball. The boys shook their heads, taking their beer bottles with them as they went towards the trees to find the ball.
“Baby! Come here, I wanna show you something,” Dream yelled to you, his words slightly slurred and his cheeks blushed. The use of the pet name made your stomach flip. It had only been a few months since you went from roommates to more, and the thought of having Dream as your boyfriend was otherworldly after pining for a year.
Your warm drink sloshed out of the can as you stood before you placed it in the grass carefully, making sure it didn’t tip over in the process. Dream grinned as you made your way towards him, copying your actions by placing his drink in the grass behind him.
“What’s up, gorgeous?” You asked as you stood in front of him. Dream gave you a boyish laugh and pointed at the tree behind him.
“The ball’s in there—they’re gonna be looking for a long time,” Your jaw dropped in fake shock as you grabbed his hands and swung them around. “I think I’ll leave them searching for a little longer on their own.” Dream’s eyes swam with mischief and moved his hands to your hips.
“Get a room!” George yelled from the trees when Dream leaned down to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek, the two of you ignoring his comment.
“Babe,” You said, pulling away from his grip. Dream looked close to devastated as you stood in front of him and you giggled harder at his expression.
Dream slapped his hand over his mouth as he struggled to keep his laughter in. “You’re wasted.”
“No, I’m fine! Look, I can walk in a straight line,” Your clear thoughts were slightly fuzzy, but you shook your head and held your finger up. You placed your left foot in front of your right one, and so on, successfully completing your word. Even in his dazed state, your boyfriend was surprised, his eyes wide and his mouth opened slightly.
“Wow! You did so well,” He rushed towards you to throw his arms around your head. Dream was sweaty but neither of you cared, finding the moment intoxicatingly sweet instead. You both giggled together, your arms around his torso and head against his hard chest.
“I can do it too,” Dream whispered in your ear, his lips causing shivers down your spine as they brushed against you. He pulled away abruptly, moving to show you he could, in fact, also walk in a straight line. You stood laughing at him as he stumbled around failing miserably, his hair falling in his eyes.
“I’m so bad!” Dream’s chuckle turned to a wheeze as he hunched over, hands on his knees. You nodded in agreement.
Unknown to the two of you, the rest of your friend group stared at two of you in drunken disbelief, clearly entertained by the two of you.
Sapnap had turned to Quackity, “I want what they’re having,” who nodded in response. The two, along with George, stood in the middle of the oval as they observed the random interaction between their friends.
“Oi! Stop that you two,” George yelled as your mouth met Dream’s in a rushed kiss. Wilbur and Karl gagged from their spots on the grass as they finally finished off their drinks, alcohol dripping from their chins. Dream threw his middle finger up as you pulled away. Your foreheads were sticky against one another, but you wouldn't've had it any other way.
Who would’ve thought that two roommates could have turned a college apartment from something so trivial to something domestic and monumental?
“I’m so glad I picked your name off the list and not George’s,” Dream confessed, covering his mouth afterwards like a child who told you something they weren’t supposed to. “He bribed me to, but I wanted you.”
“You didn’t even know who I was when you picked my name,” You peered over his shoulder at the boys who were sprinting towards you with the ball, cheering and yelling at Dream to join them again.
“I know, but I knew there was something about you, and I had to know who you were.”
“That’s a lot of ‘know’s’.”
“I know,” He laughs.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two! Dream get back to your game and stop stealing Y/n off us!” Wilbur yelled.
Dream sighed dramatically and let your hands go. “Go! Others demand your presence, your highness.”
You rolled your eyes before you leaned up to press a smooch to his cheek. “I love you.”
Dream’s eyes widened and his face dropped. You feared you had overstepped, already conjuring up an excuse about how drunk you were when Dream rushed forwards.
He scooped you up in his arms, his lips next to your ear. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time.”
You giggle in relief and pull your head backwards so you were nose to nose with him.
“I love you, too, okay? And I will spend the rest of my life telling you,” His words strung together and you struggled to decipher them, but you caught every word and hung onto them. Your chest ached with love and devotion and Dream’s hands on your hips were firm. Your skin was on fire and your eyes welled up with tears at the sheer joy you felt when you looked at him.
Tears rolled down Dream's cheeks idly, and you wiped them away softly, lips upturned in a grin as he laughed softly in disbelief.
"You're a dream," He whispered, smirking at the use of his own name.
“You’re a dream, sweet boy,” You giggle at your own joke.
You were so wrapped up in your little world with Dream that you barely missed Quackity’s exaggerated groan. “Hurry the fuck up, man!”
You giggled and kissed him on the mouth, drunk on something much stronger than alcohol. Something that you wished to be drunk on for the rest of your life, especially with the man in front of you.
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as i close this chapter of my blog, i want to say thank you for all the love and every reblog, like, comment, and ask about roommate!dream. it has been a journey, but it's been my favourite one. feedback on this one-shot is appreciated, but don't feel obligated to do so.
i love you guys so so much, and i'm going to miss r!dream and his stupid face as much as you (maybe even a little more). he has a special place in my heart and who knows, maybe i will pick this universe up again, but until then, goodbye my sweet boy <3
