Stupid For You
Ft. Dream x Reader
Word count. 1.1k
Warnings. Fluff, tiny amount of angst, gender neutral
AU: Real life, kinda song lyric (mostly just a reference)
Song: “Stupid for You” Waterparks
A/N: Just a quick fic while I continue the Techno one, I didn’t expect it to take so long to write.
You and Clay had been in and out of these small arguments, well they were more like minor disagreements.
He wanted to tell the world about your love, but you weren’t ready, his fanbase had exploded over these past few months… not that you didn’t support him! In fact, you had encouraged the uploading to begin with, he had always been such a jokester and basically life of the “discord vc” and you had told him that his comedy would be the heart of the videos and a good start to a career online.
You had just had one of these little disagreements right before he started streaming, that was nearly 20 minutes ago and you were sitting quietly in the spare room. It wasn’t much of a spare room, more like a ‘I need a time out and want to chill alone’ kind of room. Saying that Clay was affectionate was an understatement, his love language was definitely touch, however yours was 100% words of affirmation.
There were now hundreds, even thousands of people claiming to be ‘crushing on Dream’, you knew that he loved you above all else, but it still made you insecure and you constantly asked him questions like; “Do you still love me?” or “Is this relationship strong enough for the internet?” It felt like everybody wanted him.
His answer was always full of love, he absolutely loved detailing how you made him feel, the butterflies you gave him when you smiled, even if it wasn’t at him. The euphoria he gets waking up every morning being able to cuddle into you, knowing how well the love between the two of you had blossomed.
You sat scrolling, flipping back and forth between Tiktok and Twitter, you loved looking at Dream Team edits, they were always so cute and clearly made with dedication. ‘Dedication’, that was just the problem, you knew a lot of Clay’s fans would be fine if he was in a relationship, but you knew a huge portion wouldn’t be.
With how often you were flip flopping between self-doubt and relationship-doubt, you weren’t sure how things would go it he revealed you.
‘Click.’
You didn’t bother looking up, he was probably just checking on you.
“Incoming!” He yells before jumping onto the bed, basically crushing you without warning.
“Wh-WHY!” You try pushing him off you, “You’re heavy, I can’t breathe!”
“Aww Y/n, that hurt,” He tries pouting, but the smile says it all, “Come on, I’m not that heavy~.”
You sigh, stopping your resist. Instead, you begin smiling too and go limp, quickly dropping your smile.
“Hey Y/n,” He shakes you gently, “Y/n?” The shakes get slightly more aggressive, almost in a sense of urgency.
Snorting out a laugh, you let him know you’re fine. He huffs in response and flops down to properly hug you.
“I love you Y/n.”
“I know…”
. . .
“Clay?”
He hums back a response.
“Are you still streaming?”
“Yeah, but I told them I needed a quick break even though I’ve only been streaming for about 20 odd minutes.”
“I think… I think I’m ready.”
“Wait, are you sure? I know I’ve asked a bunch, but I want you to know there isn’t any rush, I want you to be happy with me, here, in our little apartment… full of love…” You barely heard his last sentence, but you heard ‘love’ and that was all you needed.
There was nothing strong enough to rip the two of you apart, if you had lasted this long hidden, surely outing your relationship to the world would be fine. If they were real fans they’d love and support his decisions. One of those decisions being; you.
Clay pushed himself off of you and hopped off the bed, holding his hand out to you, which you graciously accepted.
He basically dragged you back into his ‘studio’, he was all smiles from the moment you had taken his hand.
You stood nearby and watched as he placed his headphones back on, pushing his hair back in the process, you thought he always looked so cute with his fringe pushed back.
“Hey, I’m back chat!” He yelled into the microphone, you wondered how even with the pop filter that he didn’t peak the microphone constantly. “What, Sapnap, no! I actually to grab something…” He turned to you, absolute heart eyes shone from him, “I should really say someone, actually…”
You had a moment of panic, maybe this was a bad idea.
Clay goes to grab your hands again, kissing the knuckles on one of them.
“Hey, tell me what you want me to say…” He whispers, not quite loud enough for the microphone to pick up.
You shrug back at him, you’d say you were incredibly nervous, but that didn’t even begin to describe how anxiety inducing this situation was.
“Come on sweetheart, you know I’m stupid for you. Nothing bad will happen, we’ll protect each other in this.” He had said this in his normal voice and the microphone definitely picked it up, because within 30 seconds the chat was spamming ‘Sweet Dreams ARC!’ and the usual ‘POG’. You caught a few small messages the left a sour taste in your mouth, but you were glad that most were positive.
Clay turns around in his chair, placing your hand on his shoulder and resting his own hand on top of yours.
“Well, chat, I know you can’t see them, but I want you to meet my dream, the sweetest human I’ve ever met.
You scoffed from second-hand embarrassment, that statement is not what you expected him to say.
“Hello chat, I hear Dream screaming to George and Sapnap constantly when he’s streaming and I need a doctor’s appointment for it.”
Clay looks at you, he clearly was not expecting you to back hand him with exposure as soon as he introduced you to his viewers. You laugh at his expression, now pouting, crossing his arms, the whole nine.
“Hello Gogy, hello Nick-y!” You greet the others and tilt your head down to the headphones, hearing a faint ‘Hi Y/n’ and ‘Hello!’, it was muffled, but you still caught it.
You kissed your boyfriend’s forehead and went to lay on the small couch in his studio, you wanted to spend time in his presence and listen to him talk, even if the two of you weren’t really conversing.
As the hours went by, he began receiving donations or chat questions about your relationship, as well as you. He’d answer some and refuse the more personal ones, there was one or two donations that expressed their distaste to ‘their Dream’ being ‘someone else’s Dream’ but he quickly said that you were his priority and that he was never ‘theirs’ to begin with.
The two of you were in deep, red roses stretched from your heart to his and it was perfect. Sometimes the thorns would hurt, but they were skin deep, you knew together you could overcome anything, you were stupid for him too.
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