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dreamwasnotaken · 2 years

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stolen | dream

ghostface!dream x fem!reader

BLURB: you’re out in the woods taking a walk and gathering supplies for you and your friends sapnap, karl, and george. you all have been trying to take down dream, the faceless man who has been terrorizing you all for months. he isn’t supposed to strike for weeks... so you assume it’s safe to go out into the woods alone. that is until you run into a certain someone, and he has plans for you that no one would suspect.

tw: nsfw, smut, knife play, degradation,,, minors dni!

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the moon shone down against the tall trees, slightly illuminating the path that lead into the woods nearby your camp. karl and sapnap were creating weapons while george was mapping routes and setting up new defense mechanisms against dream.

“i’m going to go for a walk.” you blurt out, raising from the campfire you had been sat at for what felt like hours.

“don’t go too far,” karl says, not looking up from what he’s working on. “remember to stay in shouting distance. dream shouldn’t be here for a long time, but he’s so clever that you never know.”

rolling your eyes, you start on your journey. the forest is so beautiful at night, you wish that you could set up camp there and pretend dream’s daunting threats don’t exist.

you knew how dangerous dream was. he was smart and cunning, and you didn’t even know what he looked like. he wore a white circular mask with a plain smiley face stretching from right to left ear.

you felt as if you had been walking for forever, but that didn’t bother you. the boys knew you could spend the entire night out here, so they let you stay out for awhile usually. that is, until you hear a branch snap and leaves crumble underneath someone’s shoe behind you.

flinging around immediately, you stumble backwards against a tree.

“karl? sapnap?” your voice ventures as your eyes dart around frantically. “it’s not funny. if you’re out here to tell me to come back, just come out.” you plead as you can feel your heartbeat in your chest.

no response.

as minutes passed, you knew this wasn’t any of the boys. you were frozen against the tree, your hands shaking and your body going numb. the only thing you could do was scream at yourself in your head, saying, you need to run now, or you’re going to die.

your legs listened to your brain and took off in an instant. it was so dark now, you could barely see anything in front of you. you had made it only a few steps before feeling a hand latch around your wrist, pulling you backwards and shoving you up against a tree. your head hit the tree hard, but it only took seconds to realize who this was.

dream.

he towered over you at six foot three. he wore the horrifying white mask that smiled down at you as he tilted his head to the side. poking out the top was fluffy dirty blonde hair.

“aren’t you a pretty little thing?” you could hear the smirk in dream’s voice.

looking up at him with big, terrified eyes, you open your mouth to scream. he raises up a hand, and wow, was it big. he pushes one hand against your mouth tightly, and the other slithers to his waist band, pulling out a knife.

“oh come on,” dream groaned, taking the sharp knife and edging it towards your throat. you froze, knowing the slightest movement could have you killed. “you don’t want to have fun with me?”

you slowly shook your head no, feeling the tip of the knife ever so lightly jab into the skin on your neck.

“scream, and the next thing you’ll know is death,” the man hissed, removing the hand from your mouth. he slowly caressed your cheek, his thumb running over your bottom lip. the motion made your cheeks turn red and your stomach churn. “god, no wonder the boys had been hiding you from me.” he said as he continued to admire you. his face was inches away from yours, the knife still lightly pressed against your neck.

“please don’t hurt me.” your voice comes out soft and barely above of a whimper.

dream rose his now free hand to his mask, pulling it off slowly and tossing it to the ground. underneath was a very attractive man, with a chiseled jawline and stubble dotting his face. your mouth dropped as you looked up at him with doe eyes.

“look at you, you’re so weak,” he laughed, ignoring your plead. his voice made your stomach float with butterflies, but also knives. he scared the fuck out of you, but there was something inside of you telling you that he wasn’t going to seriously hurt you.

taking the knife away from your throat and sliding it back into his waistband, he moved his head towards your neck. “such a weak, pretty girl.” he mumbled into the skin on your neck. your breath hitched as you felt him start to suck lightly, gradually going harder. you knew it was wrong, and you were trying so hard not to enjoy it.

that is until something between the line of a whimper and small moan escaped from your lips as he lightly bit at the nape of your neck.

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed into your neck, your mouth wide open in pleasure as he kept going.

next thing you know, he’s sliding your shirt off your head and kissing and sucking further down your body. he moves his lips down the middle of your breasts, then taking both of his hands and wrapping them around each of them. he massages them gently, taking his sweet time.

when he’s done, his lips move down your stomach, planting kisses down the entirety of it. he stops at your waistline, and stands back up.

“you’re actually enjoying this,” dream chuckles as he pulls the knife out again. the warm feeling you had been feeling has now been replaced with terror. dream senses you tense up, and smirks down at you. he places the point of the knife in-between your breasts, pressing into your skin ever so lightly. he drags it down your body until it reaches your waistline. he then spins it around your skin, playing with you. “fuck, i could kill you so easily.” he muttered under his breath. your body tenses up once again, freezing in shock. you attempt to muster up the courage to say anything, but nothing comes out.

“i have other plans for you, though.”

in the matter of an instant, dream tosses the knife onto the ground and picks you up by your legs. your legs instantly wrapped around his body as if they had always belonged there. he presses his cold lips against yours, slowly kissing you. it felt so good, the connection between you two, but you didn’t want to admit it. you couldn’t admit it.

dream sped up the process by turning his slow, soft kiss into a rough, heavy one. his tongue slipped into your mouth, sometimes battling with your own tongue. fuck, it felt so good. you felt yourself beginning to turn wet as you were rubbing against his torso.

slowly setting your legs back down onto the ground, dream pushed you back up against the tree, a large hand wrapping around your neck. he squeezed the sides as he still had his lips connected to yours. a soft moan escaped your lips into his mouth.

“look at you,” dream cooed as he pulled his mouth away from yours. you were saddened by the action, but you could tell this wasn’t the end. “you’re a little slut, hm?”

dream’s hand found his way towards the hem of your pants. he unbuttoned them with ease, slipping one towards your clit, his other hand still wrapped around your small neck.

“fucking answer me.” he growled into your ear. he began to circle your clit with ease using only his middle finger. the action cause a string of moans to escape your lips, mouth wide open.

“mhm, just for you.” was all you managed to choke out as dream began to rub your clit much faster.

“good girl,” he groaned into your ear, as if your own pleasure was getting him off as well. “such a good little girl.”

“p-please,” you whimpered. “please finger me. i need you.” you begged, earning a grin from the man.

“someone’s needy,” without hesitation, he slipped two fingers inside of you, dragging them back in and out slowly. “you are so fucking wet.” his fingers hit so many spots, much more than you could hit on your own considering how large his hands are. he pumps them in and out, picking up the pace and shoving them in harder.

“fuck, dream, I-I’m so close.” you squealed, more moans coming from your mouth. he picks up the pace for a few more seconds, and then takes his fingers out, stopping you from your release. disappointingly, you frown at the man.

“you get to come when i get to come,” dream smirks, taking his two fingers that were just inside you and inserting them into his own mouth. “you taste so fucking good, pretty girl.”

as you stand there pressed against the tree, almost in a trance-like state, dream backs away from you and tosses his shirt over his head and onto the ground. he unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. pulling his underwear down, his huge dick is revealed, him then pressing against your body. your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t be so scared, love,” dream teases. “it’s only going to hurt for a second.”

dream then unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side. he rips off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare.

he wastes no time inserting his dick inside of you. he clasps his hand onto your mouth as you scream out in pain. the screams turn into muffled sounds under his hand. he was so big, and you were so wet, but the size was hurting you so good.

“fuck, you’re tight.” he groans.

and he was right, it only took a few seconds before the pain turned into pure pleasure. he started stroking into you slow, then started to speed up right away. his dick was hitting spots you thought were unimaginable, heavy moans escaping your lips and going right into his hand.

“look at you, fucking the bad guy,” he smirks as his pace picks up once more, his cock slamming into you at a fast-paced speed. “what would they think of you? all submissive and fuckable to the guy you’re supposed to be killing.”

it feels so good, and you’re so close to finishing. you’re both moaning and whimpering into each other’s ears.

“i-i’m gonna come.” you manage to squeak out.

dream locks his eyes onto yours as he continues his fast-paced fucking. his cock is going in and out at a rapid pace, and you can’t control yourself any longer.

you begin to come on his cock, only turning him on even more. he rams into you much faster, and you can tell he’s about to finish as well. your whimpering moans turn into loud, high pitched ones that only make dream more turned on.

“fuck,” he sputters as you feel his warm cum filling you up. he’s still pumping in and out of you, your body feeling completely numb with pleasure.

he releases his grip from you, and your legs are shaking and so numb that you have no other option but to slide down the tree, hugging your knees to your chest.

dream slips his underwear and pants back on, along with his socks. he loops a belt around his waist before tossing you the shirt he once was wearing.

confused, you slip it over your head so you’re not exposed. it smells of pine needles and tree bark; it smells of dream.

“come with me.” dream says softly, offering you his hand. you take it, standing up next to him. he towers over you as his beautiful blue-green eyes stare into yours. the shirt he gave you covered the entirety of your body as it was much too big on you.

“i-i don’t know.” is all you manage to spit out. the thoughts in your brain are moving a million miles an hour and your body still feels numb.

“i’m not giving you a choice after that.” dream smirks devilishly.

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plutodexay · 1 year

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Dream hugs brainrot

Dream hugs would honestly be the best. He would refuse to let go until you did, pressing small kisses into your hair every so often and squeezing you tighter for every minute you held on.

He'd also hum songs and sway the both of you to whatever rhythm was playing in his head. He'd spoil his own songs to you by doing so.

If the hug lasted longer than five minutes you'd probably end up cuddling on the couch at that point, pulling you into his test while he continues humming softly.

His hands would move against your skin softly, almost tickling you with eyes closed.

It'd not even take 10 minutes for him to lull himself to sleep making you giggle at his sudden silence, allowing yourself to fall asleep as well.

You'd probably wake up to snickering from the other two and Dreams attempts to shush them failing.

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bagelrites · 7 months

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Music Box

Bad goes to visit Sam to ask if he can fix his music box. Then he starts hearing strange noises from the basement, and finds something—or someone—trapped in a another box.

(A horror story.)

BadBoyHalo, Dream, and Awesamdude - Rated M - 4k Words

Read On AO3!

Written for Dreblr Spooky Week! Chapter 1 is based on the prompt for Day 5: Men are the real monsters (Hope is trapped inside Pandora's Box). Chapter 2 is based on the prompt for day 7: Doomed from the start (There's nothing you can do any more...)

#dreamwastaken #badboyhalo #awesamdude #dwt #dream #dreamwastaken fanfic #c!dream #c!dream fanfic #c!bbh #c!sam #my writing #my fic #dreblrspookyweek

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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x and y

pairing: dreamwastaken x reader

cw: none

a/n: I love school aus bro. MASTERLIST

"and when you subtract 5 from y and add it to x, you find the answer. it's b." you explained while occasionally pointing your finger here and there to help dream follow up. to be honest, this wasn't a normal saturday evenin"and when you subtract 5 from y and add it to x, you find the answer. it's b." you explained while occasionally pointing your finger here and there to help dream follow up.

to be honest, this wasn't a normal saturday evening: sitting with the school's most popular boy in his room at 12 at night just to help him with algebra.

you never spoke to dream before until about a few weeks ago when he asked you to start tutoring him. you couldn’t turn the offer down because first of all, you had nothing better to do and second, well because it was dream.

while dream was busy digesting the information you had just told him, you looked around his spacious room. it was minimalistic, which you liked, but it was a perfect mirror of dream's character. Photos, posters, all that stuff.

"it's getting late." dream spoke up and only then did you realise that he was looking at you this whole time. you nodded, slowly rising from your seat and starting to gather your stuff but a firm, gentle hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"it's too late for you to go home right now. i would love to drop you off but my car has broken down, unfortunately." he explained.

"it's okay, i will walk." you said, although already dreading that long ass walk you'd have to take. there were no buses going to your area at this hour.

dream raised an eyebrow at you, his gaze saying you were stupid even for suggesting such a thing.

"no. you're staying over, y/n. how am i supposed to let you walk?" you felt a little small under his serious gaze and you hestitantly nodded.

"i guess that is the only option... thank you so much for having me." dream shushed you with a finger to your lips (a contact that made you just a little bit flustered).

dream was a very nice host, you'd had to admit. he gave you a spare new toothbrush, changed the sheets on his bed (he had insisted you take the bed and he slept on the couch) and every 10 minutes or so he would make sure you are all comfortable.

"dream..." you shyly asked him entering the room where he was changing the pillowcases.

"do you need an extra pillow? i can give you one." he asked thoughtfully. "no, no, one is just fine, thank you for asking. i just- i don't have anything to sleep in." you said avoiding all eye contact. he must have been so bothered because of you.

he laughed at your bashful state. "y/n, you are not a bother. you can ask for anything you need, okay?" he gave you a slight pat on the head before disappearing in his closet and reappearing with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

"thank you so much." you smiled at him and took the clothes to get changed.

to be honest. both items were a little... big on you. the hoodie was draped over you like a dress, and the sweatpants pooled over at your ankles, also not fitting at your waist. you didn't mind though, already focused on getting a good night's sleep.

"do you want a cup of tea before sleep?" dream entered your room while typing something away on his phone.

"a cup of tea?" you questioned goofily and he shrugged. "my mum always gave me a cup of tea before bed when i was youn-" he stopped talking in the middle of his sentence causing you to look at him in confusion.

his mouth was ever so slightly agape and his phone was about to fall from his hand. when he felt your gaze on him he quickly recomposed himself but still, couldn't tear his eyes away from your figure standing in the room.

"dreeeeeaaaaam." you waved a hand and he shook his head. "yeah. sorry. i was thinking about uhhh- the x and y thing you taught me. yes." he stammered, the tips of his ears slightly going red.

"oh yeah.” You retorted sarcastically. “Are you sure about that?” you had started to catch on. And dream realized that, as it seemed.

“Okay. Fine. You look, like, really nice in my um- clothes.” He choked out, now looking as if he’d gladly disappear right now. You were holding back a laugh but you managed to gulp it down, choosing to kindly thank dream instead.

He scurried out of the room, muttering something along the lines of “good night”, but if you were honest, it was as if someone had locked out all noise and made you focus on his previous sentence.

“good night to you too, dream.”

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lovetorn · 2 years

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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)

roommate!dream masterlist

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

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mysterious-ocarina · 2 years

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Do You Ever Shut Up?

Dream x reader

Main Masterlist

A/N I've had this story in the drafts for over a month. it didn't turn out how i wanted it to but i've been so busy and unmotivated to write. I don't know how sapnap feels about his real name being used so he's just referred to as sapnap.

(2.4k words)

“God Sapnap, you’re such an idiot,” you spoke with fond annoyance. You were best friends with Sapnap since you guys were kids, until he moved to Florida with a friend of his. He’s been begging you for months to move to Florida so you can be closer to him.

Little did he know that you have already packed your place up and have a one-way plane ticket with tomorrow’s date on it. You even found a cheap apartment really close to where he was. You were planning to surprise him.

“But, it would be so much fun here. I know you hate working at that bar downtown so your job isn’t holding you back,” he rationalized. “Plus I think you and Dream would get along perfectly.”

“I don’t know about that Sapnap. He’s too cocky and you know I like to put cocky people down a peg,” you told him. You’ve only spoken to him maybe once or twice and only in groups. You weren’t a streamer by any means but every once in a blue moon you were in Sapnap’s stream. You’re kind of friends with his friends. You don’t really privately talk to any of them, maybe Karl and Quackity, but not always.

“I do hate that bar job, which is why I quit a few days ago,” you explained. You felt like giving him something whether or not he picked up on it or not. Lately when he asks you to come to Florida, you don’t outright say no. You just change the subject or something to divert his attention.

“You quit and you didn’t tell me right away? I thought we were closer than that. How could you break my heart like this? Don’t make me call your mom, I do have her number,” he winked at you. You simply rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

“Whatever, I need to get to bed Sapnap so goodnight,” you had to get up early for your flight tomorrow.

“Fine, sweet dreams bitch,” he replied with a dashing smile. What are you going to do with this idiot?

Next day at the airport

The flight wasn’t too bad. No crying babies and the seat next to you was empty. When you finally pulled your suitcase off the luggage rack you made your way outside the airport. You realized that you would need an Uber to get to Sapnap’s place so you quickly called one.

You gave your driver Sapnap’s address and you were on your way to his place. You were very anxious but you couldn’t decipher if it was good or bad nerves. On one hand you were very excited to see Sapnap and to meet his roommate. On the other hand, what if Sapnap was only joking? Or his roommate ended up not liking you. That would make hanging out a little awkward.

When you made it to Sapnap’s house, you quickly shook out any bad thoughts. You thought this would be a fun surprise for him, there was no way it could go bad. You knocked on the door and heard some shuffling inside. When a tall blond guy opened the door, your heart stopped. Not only were you hoping that Sapnap was going to be the one to open the door, but this guy (who you presumed to be Dream/Clay himself) was a very attractive counterpart to the male species.

After a long pause, Clay smiled at you and spoke, “Can I help you?”

“Oh. Um. . . Is Sapnap here?” you asked him. You hoped that he would recognise you and didn’t think you were some weird fan that found out where they lived.

“He’s here. What’s your name?”

“I’m y/n. I’m Sapnap’s friend from Texas. I wanted to surprise him,” you smiled at him. When he finally recognized you, you saw him let out a soft sigh of relief.

“Oh, I thought we got doxxed for a second there,” he chuckled out. “I’m Clay by the way, I think we’ve only talked a few times. Come on in.”

“Yeah I’m not a content creator so I’m not very involved with any of the stuff that you guys do. I will watch videos or catch a stream occasionally though,” you replied. As he brought you into his house, you couldn’t help but stare at him. You also figured out that he seemed a lot more chill than his online persona, not as cocky.

“Are you staying here? You’re welcome to a guest bedroom,” he asked kind of hopefully.

“Actually I live here now. I found an apartment close to here and moved so I could be closer to him. He’s been begging me for ages to move, so I finally did,” you explained. It felt like you had all of his attention but that’s not likely, he just met you and he was just being kind to his roommate’s best friend.

“Well then, I can’t wait to see more of a pretty girl like you,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ll go get Sapnap for you.”

Before you could reply, he was gone. It seems the cockiness isn’t all for show. You pulled yourself together when you heard loud footsteps running your way.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he rushed out as he gave you a big hug.

“I came to surprise you. Do you wanna see the apartment I got? I haven’t gone there yet,” You asked. This was going to be so much fun.

It’s been a few months since you came here. Since then, the moving company had brought all your stuff and Sapnap and Clay graciously helped you move in and get settled. You hung out with Sapnap almost everyday, most of the time at his place. This meant you saw Clay all the time which could be good or bad depending on the day.

You found out that Clay was sweet and very funny. He was also annoyingly charming, but we won’t discuss that. He took whatever chance he could to flirt with you or to make you all embarrassed.

You also found out that Sapnap not only would approve of this relationship, that will never actually happen, but he actually encourages it. He never shuts up about how he thinks you guys are perfect for each other. He likes the fact that you always have a comeback for Dream and apparently Dream likes that too because teasing and such only got worse.

Today you were in Clay's room while both him and Sapnap streamed. You didn’t mind being in their streams but you didn’t want your face to be out there so you mostly hung out with Dream during these streams. Their fans seem to like the banter that you brought to the group.

“Obviously, chat likes me better. Look at all those hearts they are spamming just for me,” you sassily exclaimed at Dream.

“Oh, come on now. We are literally on my twitch. They are here for me,” he pointed at himself with a wink at you.

“I’m on y/n’s side. They are definitely here for her. Our viewers spike when she’s here,” Sapnap laughed out.

You smiled triumphantly at Dream, he simply rolled his eyes and went back to playing with Sapnap, “Whatever, at least I actually know how to play minecraft unlike yourself.”

“Oh, is that the best insult you got? That’s kinda sad Dreamy-poo,” you quickly replied. While it is true that you’ve never played minecraft before, you didn’t really care since video games aren’t your thing.

“OOH, that would be a fun stream. We get y/n to beat the game or something. What do you think chat?” Sapnap asked. You thought it could be fun. You looked over at Dream and he seemed excited about that idea.

“That could be fun, wanna try that right now?” Dream excitedly looked over at you. Well when he looks at you like that, how could you say no?

“Sure, why not?” you replied. You and Dream switched chairs and he started a new world for you. He named it “y/n first time” and giggled at the double meaning of that. Sapnap also joined the world in Creative mode so he could help if you needed.

‘“Okay, put your hands here on the keyboard. W to move forward, A and D to move left or right, and S to move backwards,” he grabbed your hands and explained to you. The contact was very unexpected and had you blushing at Dream. When he turned to you, he didn’t mention your flustered state but he did smile and wink at you. He kept explaining to you the controls, “The space is to jump and use shift to crouch, which means you won’t fall off the edge of blocks.”

The rest of the stream was spent with you trying to beat the game with Sapnap and Dream helping you out. Dream was very flirty and today happened to be one of the days where you didn’t find it annoying. You just hoped chat wouldn’t notice or get weird with it. Last thing you needed was fanfiction. -_-

“Woo-hooo! That’s how it’s done guys,” you screamed, as the achievement came on the screen. Without thinking, you turned and gave Dream a hug. While you were hugging, you realized that you didn’t want him to let go of you. It also seemed he felt the same because he wouldn’t let go either.

The moment was ruined when you heard Sapnap complimenting you, “Good job, y/n! You finished the game pretty quickly. What did you think?”

You quickly let go of Dream and pretended as if nothing happened, “That was really fun, but I couldn’t have done it without you guys helping me out.”

Dream seemed lost in thought when you looked at him. When he finally snapped out of it, he and Sapnap did their outro and ended the stream. Sapnap came into the room to give you a high five, “That was a lot of fun. Our fans really seem to like you.”

“Thank you. It was fun, but I definitely couldn’t do this as often as you guys do,” you replied.

“You could always do it like Dream. He rarely ever streams,” Sapnap said sassily. This seemed to bring Clay back to reality because he gave a soft, but not too soft, punch to Sapnap’s arm making Sapnap rub it and you to softly laugh.

As Sapnap was leaving Clay’s room, he asked, “Are you guys hungry? I was thinking of picking up some food.”

“That sounds great Sapnap. I’m good with anything,” you replied. Clay hummed in agreement. Once Sapnap had left to get the food, you were left alone with Clay.

“Wanna watch youtube or something while we wait for Sapnap?” you asked him. After thinking about it, you decided that you wanted to make some kind of move today. You hoped that he wasn’t flirting with you just for the fun of it and actually reciprocate your feelings.

“Sounds good,” he said. He went to sit on the living room couch and pick something to watch while you went to get a snack.

“I didn’t want to eat too much before Sapnap comes back with food so I just grabbed a small pringles can,” you told him. You went to sit on the couch and sat just a little bit too close to him.

You could see Clay staring at you from the corner of your eye but you made no response. He put his arm on the back of the couch behind you. He had on some show he had been watching all week. You didn’t really care though because your focus was all on him.

Once Clay had all of his focus on what you guys were watching, you started to inch closer to him, basically cuddling into his shoulder. He looked at you questioningly but allowed you to snuggle closer to him causing you to blush.

Eventually Clay’s arm made its way around your shoulders. You mindlessly played with the hand that was on your shoulder and you felt it twitch.

Finally you just bit the bullet and asked Clay straightforwardly, “Why do you tease me all the time?”

He took a second to think of his answer, seemingly deciding to go the joking or the serious route.

“You just look so pretty when you're flustered,” he answered, honestly. This made you heat up all over.

“I’m . . .pretty?” you asked, unsure where you want this conversation to go. Clay seemed to make this decision for you.

He fully turned towards you before replying, “The prettiest. I knew it as soon as I answered the door for you.”

“So you annoy me because you like me?” you shyly asked.

“Well when you put it like that, you make me sound like a middle schooler. But to answer your question, yeah. I enjoy making you flustered and I especially love it when you snap back at me. I can be a little shit sometimes but you take it in stride,” he smiled at you.

You felt elated by this confession and got as close to him as you could, your face inches from his.

“So would it be okay if I steal a kiss from you?” you whispered.

“You could steal a million of them if you wanted to,” he replied. With that, you leaned forward and kissed him.

This kiss wasn’t very heated. It was a slow but loving kiss, like all the tension was leaving both of your bodies. You didn’t feel fireworks, you felt the butterflies in your stomach settle.

Once the kiss was over, you both simply stared at each other. Both of you happy over this new calmness of your relationship.

The moment was ruined by a flash of a camera shutter. Both you and Clay turned around to see Sapnap in the doorway, phone in one hand and food in the other.

“I can’t wait to tell George about this. He owes me 50 bucks,” he excitedly informed you guys.

“Did you guys bet on us?” you asked Sapnap, embarrassingly.

“Of course! I bet you guys were head of heels for each other but George bet that you guys hated each other's guts. I turned out right,” he mentioned proudly.

Clay thought it was funny while you just glared at Sapnap. Sapnap simply walked towards the kitchen before saying, “Just make sure to keep the noise down, lovebirds.”

Clay wheezed even harder as you just blushed and hid your face in embarrassment.

“What do you say we go do what he says?” Clay seductively asked you. You simply blushed harder and cuddled closer to him, not able to form a proper response.

#dream smp #female reader #fluff #dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dwt x reader #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken fanfic #fanfiction

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basilly · 2 years

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dad ! pt 2 || mcyts x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children | pt 1 here!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream: "pattycake is going well"

george: "totally didn't almost drop him"

sapnap: "can't wait to show them the rest of the world"

quackity: "hands full"

karl: "can't wait for one of my own"

wilbur: "showing him how it feels to be tall"

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dreamwasnotaken · 1 year

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oh my god-

if dream smirked at me like that the things i would do…

#dream smp #dream #dream smut #dream fanfic #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken smut #i need him #on my knees

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loosemouse · 1 year

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ATTENTION ALL DNF ENJOYERS!

Are you TIRED of reading uniteresting fanfics?

Do you want something NEW, something EXCITING??

Check no further! This fanfic has all the drama&cuteness you've ever dreamt of! (Pls i worked hard)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43210038/chapters/108603813

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bagelrites · 1 year

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“Go Home”

Fluffy DNF Antarctica Drabble

Dream can hear them playing outside his tent, and they sound like they’re having so much fun, he can’t even be mad at them for keeping him up.

It’s day two of camping in fucking Antarctica, and Dream is even sicker than he was yesterday. He woke up coughing blood and mucus, so while George and Sapnap and Karl get to run around like kids on a snow day, he’s stuck in his sleeping bag: just a little pile of misery, waiting for the hours to tick by.

Still, he likes listening to them.

George makes them drag him around on a sled, laughing gleefully, and then they all take turns pulling each other. They tackle one another, crunch into the snow, complain about lost hats and gloves, lay in sleepy piles until Sapnap—who somehow is always lying at the bottom—complains about his arms going numb. Karl pretends to give George CPR at one point, and Dream scoffs to himself, rolling his eyes, pretending he isn’t even a little bit jealous.

Okay, so maybe he is a bit mad at them for having so much fun while he’s miserable. Or, maybe not mad, but after a while, he does get a flicker of bitterness in his chest, sad that he can’t be out there with them, actually enjoying this trip even a little bit. He almost feels like he’s been forgotten about.

He knows it’s not true, knows they’re just leaving him alone because they care and he’s sick and needs rest, but he can’t help it. He wants to remind them.

“Hey guys, I’m trying to sleep,” he shouts after it sounds like Sapnap has hit George with a shovel. They all go silent for a moment, surprised that he’s even awake, then go right back to shouting, this time making fun of him.

He sighs, slumps back into his sleeping bag, and tells himself to forget it. Let them have their fun. They deserve it.

He’s surprised when a few minutes later, someone is unzipping the flap on his tent.

“George?” he says when he sees a flash of orange coat.

“Ugh, why does it smell so bad in here?” George says, scrunching up his nose as he climbs inside with him. “It literally smells like piss.”

Dream laughs, raspy, and George just zips the flap closed and awkwardly shuffles until he’s sitting next to Dream.

“Does it? I think my nose is totally broken,” he says.

“Yeah, it does. You’re all… stinky and sick.” George flicks his glove around, the second layer hanging loose from the first. “And sad.”

“Aww, George. Did you come to check on me?” Dream teases, rolling onto his side so he can see him better.

“No.” George wraps his arms around his legs, looking small even in his puffy jacket. “I’m pranking you. Making sure you can’t fall asleep.”

“Eh, don’t worry. I’m not getting any sleep anyways.”

George hums, and they’re quiet for a moment, just sitting in each other’s presence. Karl’s piercing laugh echoes outside, and there’s a thump as someone is tackled to the snow.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” George mumbles.

“It’s fine. Like I said, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep anyways.”

“You shouldn’t be here, Dream. You should go home.” George is frowning intently, flicking his glove around with more agitation. Dream knows he’s upset, but it still warms his heart to see how much George cares.

“Trust me, I would if I could.” Dream pauses to cough, then gulps to wet his throat. “You don’t have to sit here with me, you know. You should go have fun. I’ll be fine.”

“I wish I had soup,” George says out of nowhere, and Dream laughs, because he knows what he means.

“Thanks, George.” He reaches up out of the sleeping bag and just loosely pats George’s knee. It’s the best he can do, under these conditions.

“Not for you. Obviously.” George scoffs and starts to leave.

“Knowing you care is better than soup,” Dream says, because he likes to be cheesy sometimes, and he likes even more to see the involuntary smile that flashes across George’s red cheeks.

“Shut up. Idiot.” He rolls his eyes, fond as ever, and unzips the flap. “Get some sleep. We’re going home tomorrow.”

“I know,” Dream says. George shares one last glance with him, his smile twinkling in his eyes, and even though he was just trying to be cheesy, the feeling really is warm like soup in his belly.

#dnf #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound #dreamnotfound fanfic #georgenotfound #georgenotfound fanfic #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken fanfic #dteam #dream team #my fic #drabble

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sanguinescorpios · 2 years

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Still Alive

dream x f!reader

PART TWO

summary | Just under 20 years ago, the world slipped from humanity’s grasp and fell into the lap of mutant creatures. While most humans hid from the variants, some, like reader, grew restless in the bases they grew up in and needed out. What will happen when reader realizes that she doesn’t stand a chance in the wild on her own, and can something deeper blossom from a survival-based alliance?

warnings | reader has a hand kink but is in denial, slight mention of sexual harassment

word count | 2.2k

Dream didn’t live alone, I came to realize.

After a few more hours of cutting through the jungle and making one-sided conversation, we finally reached our destination. Well, Dream’s destination, I guess. I was kept out of the loop on that front. He led me down a jagged stone pathway and into what looked like an oasis. Sweeping branches and rocky cliffs encased a small body of water, a clear blue waterfall rushing down against the umber slabs and into the pool. Fish glimmered under the light of the setting sun, which was cast down through the canopy of trees above us, and birdsongs could be heard from every direction. It was breathtaking.

Nestled tightly behind the fall was Dream’s camp. The rock had been broken down over time, leaving behind a surprisingly homey shelter that was shielded by the fast-moving water. He made me walk first, trailing behind me as I navigated the slippery rocks and holding a hand out to catch me if I fell. So he can be nice, noted. When I reached the entryway of his camp, I was surprised to see two men staring back at me through the glistening water.

Both stood at a similar height, the one on the left a bit lankier than his counterpart on the right. The man on the right had hair that shone almost red under the sun, looking as if at one time it had been cut close to his scalp but had since grown out and been cut jaggedly into layers. His gray eyes reflected a look of shy intensity into my own, an emotion that shot right through me. He furrowed his brows at the sight of me, his chest puffing up ever-so-slightly and his back straightening to his full height. A sharp pink mark adorned the space below his left eye and, from the looks of it, it was a scar that wouldn’t let him forget its cause.

The other man looked gentle. His deep brown eyes sparkled with curiosity and the corners of his lips curled up with ease. His hair was just as dark as his eyes, wavy strands were swooped across his forehead and some were tucked behind his ears -- almost long enough to be tied back. His skin was clear and pure of the battle scars that most people had these days. It was the skin of someone who hadn’t worked a day in his life, but something told me it wasn’t for nothing -- he brought more to the table than any level of brawn could, I assumed. He addressed me first, his voice relaxed and cheery.

“You come here often?”

The stone-faced one rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest at the phrase, but his friend continued to giggle at himself. A smile pulled at my lips and I opened my mouth to respond, but Dream beat me to it.

“Picked up a stray,” he informed, jabbing a finger in my direction before moving past me and towards the fire.

I watched as he knelt down before the flame and removed his gloves, the tendons in his hands pulling against the skin and thick veins bulging all over. The light of the fire made his hands look like abstract art; cuts and scars littered his skin like a sort of splatter paint, like someone trying to recreate the stars in the sky. He rubbed them together and blew air against closed fists, letting the tips of his fingers hover over the fire to warm up. My eyes glazed over at the scene, the flickering flame blurring in the corner of my vision as he materialized into the only clear object in my line of sight. Hands like that could do plenty of things besides wield a weapon, though I didn’t mind a blade or two either. Wait, what the fuck? I tore my gaze away from him before I got lost in his galaxy of a palm, just in time to see his two friends looking between us in confusion. They stared for what felt like an eternity before the lankier one stepped forward.

“Well, since Dreamy here won’t introduce us: I’m George.”

I took his outstretched hand and gave him my name, matching his small smile with one of my own. His grip was warm and comforting. The handshake was a welcoming gesture rather than a cold formality, which is how I usually interpreted interactions like it. Before George, I had only shaken the hands of guards and soldiers. Authoritative hands lingering seconds too long and mature eyes wavering below my own, my juvenile body unsteady in my oversized and borrowed shoes. I shivered at the mere thought of them. Never again. The other man stayed back, his expression still unwaveringly stoic.

“That’s Sapnap,” George explained, unsatisfied with his friend’s hesitation, “he’s not usually this antisocial - well, actually he is.”

“Hey!” Sapnap called out, whacking George on the arm and reaching around him to shake my hand firmly, “Call me Sap.”

“Another interesting name,” I remarked, glancing at Dream for a split second before returning my gaze to Sapnap. What is it with these guys and weird fucking names? Sapnap shrugged, childish pride glazing over his eyes.

“I’m an interesting guy.”

This elicited a snort from across the room, Dream’s head shaking slightly as he met each of our eyes. Sapnap questioned him, wondering what was so funny, but the blond just laughed and carried on unloading his pack.

“I’m the cooler one, by the way.” George butted in, a cheeky smile covering his face as he patted Sapnap on the shoulder.

“What the fuck, dude?” Sapnap’s head whipped to the side to glare at his friend. The look in his eyes was that of someone who had just been slapped. George only cackled, stepping away from him and seeking out Dream for protection, who raised his hands in impartiality. They reminded me of the young boys from the city, always running around the perimeter of the walls laughing and play-fighting. Childish, carefree, happy.

I longed for that kind of freedom.

The men were still arguing when Dream called me over to him and shoved a warm bowl into my hands. He waved his hand through the steam to cool it off for me before giving me a blanket. It was tattered and so faded I couldn’t tell what color it had originally been, but it was warm. Giving me a once over and checking my eyes for any sign of discomfort, he stood up from his seat by the fire so I could overtake it.

“Eat.” He pointed at the bowl and I nodded.

I was so hungry I would probably eat anything, so I chowed down immediately. Food was a luxury these days.

The sun had just about set, our long trek from my makeshift camp had taken up most of the sunlight hours, and the men were settling into their places to sleep.

Three cots. Just three.

I nestled myself against a cavity in the wall, the fire and blanket keeping me warm enough. As I adjusted my sleeping position for the long night ahead, Dream appeared in front of me.

“You’re taking my bed.”

“I’m fine here, really,” I insisted, “I’m already taking up enough space just being here.”

He simply shook his head and pointed at the cozy cot by the fire. It was big and covered in an assortment of blankets. Dream slept like a king, they all did in comparison to city folk. Surely it was big enough for two, right? I thought back to the moment by the fire, Dream’s nimble hands under the golden light and the trance they put me in. As weary as the thought of sharing a bed with an attractive stranger made me, I wasn’t in the mood to inconvenience the giant masked man with an array of weapons at his hip.

“We can share,” I offered. Sapnap snorted and George shushed him not a second later, but my gaze stayed trained on Dream’s stern-looking mask. He contemplated the idea for at least a minute, tugging at a rogue curl by the nape of his neck and shifting his weight back and forth between his two legs. Eventually, he gave in.

“Fine, but only until we can get you your own shit.”

I ignored the insinuation that I had a more-than-temporary place here and instead allowed the thoughts of doubt to infiltrate my mind. He’s a stranger - he could kill me in my sleep! Does he take his mask off when he sleeps? Am I allowed to look? Should we form some sort of pillow wall?

Any and all concerns I had were squashed when Dream settled into the far left side of the huge cot, leaving me plenty of room to keep my distance. I waited until he finished getting comfortable and laid down myself, getting situated and relaxing with a hmph.

“Goodnight everyone!” George called out.

“Nighty night, don’t let the variants bite!” Sapnap replied. He was joking, but it sent a chill down my arms just the same.

Variants were a very real threat and based on Dream’s reaction to me sleeping out in the open last night, there was no shortage of them in this forest. Between the lingering threat of an attack and the complete strangers I had chosen as my comrades, I knew I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep.

I felt a hand rest on my hip before swiftly moving up to my arm. Oops. One slight squeeze let me know I was still shivering from the fear of Sapnap’s comment, and I relaxed my body at the touch. You’re safe, the touch insisted, and I attempted to convince myself of that, too. Maybe this Dream guy wasn’t so steely after all, I never would’ve expected this from him.

Removing his hand from my arm, Dream leaned over and blew out the small fire near our - his - cot, leaving just the larger one near the others beds lit. The world around me became much dimmer and as I closed my eyes, I heard the rustling of Dream’s body shifting and the small knocking of wood on slate.

His mask, I realized. The temptation to sneak a peek at his exposed face pulled at my conscience, but I squeezed my eyes closed tighter and turned the other way. Not tonight.

I tossed and turned all night, adjusting my position, counting sheep, imagining myself in my bed at the base - imagining myself safe - but nothing did the trick. It must have been the early hours of the morning when I gave up on sleep and rose from the cot. I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes and once I opened them, I was met with an empty side of the bed. Confused, I snapped my head in every direction and my gaze landed on a far rock hanging over the edge of the cliff we were all sleeping on.

There, sat Dream. Legs dangling off the edge of his makeshift seat, blond hair free from the confines of his mask and laying shaggy around his head. I couldn’t see his face from where I sat, the running water and dark morning obscuring my view, but I could tell he was deep in thought.

“Can’t sleep either?”

Dream jumped in his seated position, one hand holding himself steady and the other reaching for the dagger at his hip. I threw up my hands in surrender, even though he hadn’t turned around to see me, and stepped back from him.

“Easy tiger, it’s just me.”

He huffed and reached for his mask, placing the monstrosity back on his face before turning to meet my eye.

“Thought I’d make myself useful and keep watch,” he began, patting the space next to him as if inviting me to sit, “it’s Spring now. Variant season.”

I accepted his invitation and cautiously sat beside him. Having to grab his muscled arm to steady myself on the way down was only a tiny bit embarrassing. The sun had barely begun to rise, the moon still high in the sky and shining down on the two of us. A crescent, I recognized. Another thing Zoe had taught me.

“Do you always keep watch this time of year?” I asked between yawns, the lack of sleep finally getting to me. Dream nodded. We sat in silence for a moment before I spoke again, this time with an ounce of sleepy confidence.

“You can’t be much help to them during the day if you’re sleep deprived though, right?”

I chewed my lip and held my breath as he huffed again, what was I thinking? He muttered something under his breath about responsibility causing regret to fill my senses. Who am I to question this stranger’s workload? I don’t know him.

“Someone’s gotta do it,” he replied.

“Fair enough,” I said. Pushing it any further wasn’t a great idea, it’s none of my business.

Another yawn escaped my lips and I let my head fall to Dream’s shoulder. The lack of sleep had made me more trusting, apparently. His arm stiffened at the touch, his whole body going rigid as the weight of my body rested on him, but he eventually loosened up. The world began to dim again as the faint scent of firewood and spice filled my nose.

Goodnight, Dream.

#dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt writing

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sabinanotfound · 2 years

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boba shop

pairing: dream x reader

cw: none

request: maybe something about becoming friends with dream through streaming and stuff and slowly developing a crush on him, but you think dnf is like a real thing (kinda like wilbur did) so you have no chance? and then talking to dream one day and realising that it's just all fun and games and they're not actually together? then maybe reader confesses or something?

a/n: short and terrible but I want to write this request :] 0.6k words

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“Hey dream?” you slightly nudged to blond with your toe, making him look up from his phone. “I’m bored. Let’s do something.” He sat up, visibly intrigued by your suggestion. After thinking for a second, he snapped his fingers having an “eureka!” moment.

“let’s get boba!” he suggested excitedly and you joined in, nodding your head in agreement. Both of you got up and a few minutes later you were in dream’s car driving to the local boba shop. It was open despite the late hour and to your surprise a few friends of yours were there, too.

George noticed you first, and then sapnap and the others. You waved at them with a smile, and soon after both of you joined their table with bobas in hand.

“Soooo…” George asked, with an undertone you couldn’t quite determine the meaning of. “Were you two on a daaaate?” oh my god. You quickly looked away when your cheeks began tinting a slight pink.

“Nah, we were just bored and decided to get boba,” dream said nonchalantly, and seeing his calm reaction you sadly looked away at his words knowing your feelings would never be reciprocated. “I am glad you guys were here!” you had been crushing on dream since both of you met through streaming. It had been a year or so and you hadn’t found the courage to tell him.

They started talking about streaming stuff but you weren’t listening until sapnap elbowed your side, making you wince in pain. He could go overboard with these things sometimes. “What do you think about this, y/n?”

“Uhhh… yes.” You replied, not wanting them to think you weren’t listening. All of them started laughing while you looked at them with confusion. “What? What did I say?”

“We were talking about dnf and how the media is gushing over us.” You had always wondered if that was true, but you never asked anyone, afraid they would think of your question as an invasion of their privacy. “And we asked your opinion about it, and you just said yes.” He said between laughs.

“Fantasizing about someone, are we?” quackity piped in, wiggling his eyebrows. You quickly retorted.

“No, no! I am really supportive of dream and George that’s why!” everyone shared looks, and started laughing so hard you were sure they had abs at this point.

“y-y/n,” Karl said, wiping tears of laughter. “Has no one told you dnf wasn’t real?” now that was a relief. You had thought dream was into George, which broke you heart at the time. But this was just hilarious. You started laughing not only because of your naivety, but also because of relief.

“oh boy, you are going to be teased for the remainder of your life, y/n.” dream said, finally calming down after the laughing died down. You looked away bashfully as another discussion about something started. But you weren’t listening again. Finally, you thought you had a chance with dream!

Some time later, when the shop started closing everyone slowly left, leaving only the two of you. You thought, now or never. Here goes everything.

“dreamidontknowhowtotellyoubutilikeyouverymuch.” You blurted out (just like harry in ootp). He looked at you as he processed your words.

“really?” you nodded, avoiding all eye contact and looking everywhere but his face.

“um it’s okay if you don’t like me back I just couldn’t keep it in anymore-“ he cut you off by kissing your cheek and smirking.

“are you free on Saturday? I’ll pick you up at five.” And with a wink he left you there standing with crimson cheeks and a dazzled expression.

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