#dreamwastaken imagine

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine playing chess with the Dreamteam

[modelbus]

hey babe! congrats on 1000 that's insane !!!

if you're still taking event requests I have oneeee :))

dream, soulmates (tattoo would be so cute) then the word horror <3

Thank you!! The word “horror” lets me have so much fun…

Pairing: Cc!Dream x Gn!Reader

Soulmate AU - Horror

Dream made the biggest mistake by inviting you for real-life manhunt. You weren’t just ready, you were prepared. The past months had been spent training, even though you hated the early morning runs

But you just knew you had to win.

The bastard beat you enough in Minecraft. Real-life is where you’d exact your revenge, hit him right where it hurts.

His ego. Obviously. Nowhere else.

To save money, you had driven down to Orlando just for his video. You spent enough money buying cool clothes so you could match your Minecraft character, you didn’t need to spend more.

“Ready for this?” Sapnap asks, squinting in the mirror as he attempts to tie on his bandana. Key word: attempts. After a few tries, he gives up and stuffs it in his pocket.

“I was born ready to kick Dream’s ass.” You grin, relaxed against the couch. Unlike him, you’re already fully dressed.

Sapnap flexes a bicep, laughing at you in the mirror. “Me too. Take him down!”

Your eyes drift to the tattoo on the back of his shoulder. A black outline of a flame, small and seemingly insignificant. But you and the entire world knows better.

It’s his soulmate tattoo. Someone else, somewhere else, has that exact tattoo in that exact place. And that person is quite literally made for him in the same way Sapnap is made for them.

Everyone has a soulmate tattoo. Something unique in a completely random place on their body that matches one other person. There are a few rare cases with multiple matches, but it’s rare enough to find one soulmate. Finding any others you might have is damn near impossible.

You haven’t found yours yet. You might never will, knowing your luck.

Your tattoo is simple, and relatively hidden. A small sun, just below your knee. Cute and tiny; you love it. And you love knowing that there’s someone else with it.

“Are we actually going to run through the woods to catch him?” George asks, wandering in. Although you and Sapnap committed, he didn’t, and chose to instead go for normal clothes.

“And we’re going to win.” You add. “Don’t forget that part. I’m tackling that motherfucker.”

Sapnap throws his arm around George’s shoulder, shaking him violently. “LET’S GO!”

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You should’ve said no when Dream asked you to do this.

You’re hot, and sweaty, and tired, and sore. Everything hurts. But, on the plus side, that means Dream has to be too.

Trampling through some trees, you can’t help but think of what George is doing. Probably casually walking along, enjoying this video. You’ll steal his chips later in retribution.

“Fuck Dream. Fuck Sapnap. Fuck George.” You huff, shifting the camera attached to your chest. “Fuck the fans. No, wait, I take that back. Love you fans.”

“Are you… okay?” Someone asks.

You shriek, jumping back and brandishing a stick as your weapon. If there’s a murderer out here, you’re going to haunt Dream’s ass, best friends or not.

The person cackles, and you whip your head around to stare at Dream. Dream, who has that stupid mask hanging by his side. Dream, who is dressed in the most horrendous green you’ll ever see.

“I hate your stupid video!” You declare. He grins back at you, and it’s only then that you realize what a sorry sight he is.

There’s dirt smeared over his T-shirt, and his pants are ripped. He must’ve tripped or gotten caught somewhere. If Sapnap or George got him, they would’ve said something on the radio.

Your gaze darts down, at the red heart charms hanging from a belt loop. If you take those, you win.

And you’re going to win.

“It’s hot, isn’t it—“ Dream starts, but you’re already tackling him.

“Give me the hearts!” You yell. “Hand them over! You lose, green asshole!”

“Woah, woah! Wait! We can talk this out!” He pushes at your shoulders, one hand covering the charms.

“No the fuck we can’t! It’s hot, Dream! You put me through this!”

You grab his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away from the charms, but to no avail. He’s not going to give them up, the bastard.

Somehow, he manages to scramble away from you, pushing himself up and on his feet before stumbling back. You’re left on the ground, reaching dramatically out for him.

“Did— did you train for this?” Dream asks in disbelief, stopping a few feet away.

You groan as a stick stabs into your elbow. “Maybe.”

He laughs, stepping forward and holding a hand out to you. “This was a really bad idea.”

“I know.” You sigh, then reach up and take his hand. “Can we scrap it and get a pizza or something?”

Whatever he says next is lost to you.

Because you look up at him, only for your eyes to get caught on the rip in his pants. The rip that’s just under his knee, wide enough for you to see skin.

The rip that reveals a small sun tattoo right under his knee, identical to yours.

“Are you getting up?” He asks, sounding amused.

All you can do is stare in absolute horror at the tattoo.

The man who put you through this torture, who forced you to endure the Florida heat for multiple hours outside. That man is your fucking soulmate.

The man who also happens to be your best friend, and someone you love no matter what he puts you through.

You use his hand as leverage to get on your feet, but don’t let go yet. Instead, you pull him closer for a hug.

“I haven’t said we’re scrapping it yet.” Dream points out, but wraps his arms around your waist anyway.

You’ll ask him about it later. You swear.

“But you will.” You murmur, reluctantly letting go. “So let’s get out of here.”

Dream, your soulmate.

Right now is too… busy to tell him. You’re in the middle of a recording, and in the woods. It’ll be better if you wait, give yourself some time to think about it.

Later. Definitely.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

cuddling dreamwastaken

cuddling with dreamwastaken:

will definitely spoon you

patches probably will jump up on one of y’all and cuddle as well

is the definition of 🥺 face

will end videos and streams early just to cuddle you

man will talk about you ALL THE DAMN TIME

makes grabby hands towards you

hogs all the blankets

”Sweetheart, will you cuddle me please? 🥺”

more than likely will talk about upcoming plans or ideas for videos with you

his sleepy voice 😳

george and sapnap call him simp

places little kisses on your nose

butterfly kisses!!!!

[prettytoxicrevolver]

5 and Dream

The words haunted you for days.

“What do you want?”

He had screamed those words until it felt like they had no meaning anymore and you still didn’t have an answer.

Three days later and nothing but one word.

“You.”

Fear has ruled your life for a good majority of your 24 years on this planet. Fear of rejection, of losing people, of not taking chances, etc. You didn’t want fear ruling this choice. It would kill you if you did.

You’re not sure if those thoughts are the exact reason you end up on Dream’s doorstep but you were here regardless. You quickly knock on the door before you can lose your courage and rock back and forth anxiously on your feet until it swings open.

“Ask me again,” you rush out before Dream can say anything.

“What?” he asks, rubbing at his eyes to make sure you weren’t some illusion in front of him.

“Ask me again,” you repeat knowing that Dream would know what you’re talking about.

“What do you want?” He asks, straightening so his height towers and your eyes strain to meet his.

“You,” you answer breathlessly, nervously waiting for his response.

His eyes run over your features until he’s convinced it’s true and a small smile settles on his lips. He reaches forward, wrapping an arm around your waist quickly and tugging you into him, shutting the door behind you with purpose.

[eclipsedzs]

  𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

                𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ VOLUME ???

                ― ❛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ❜ ―

          

       ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ: ✓    ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ: ✘    ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ: ☐    ᴇᴄᴛ: 〲

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡(𝗦)

MCYT

━ (🔪) ☏  ━𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗟𝗔

❛ Stealing a Car? No. Stealing Mr Beasts Tesla? Yes. ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬(𝗦)

❛ 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲(𝘀?)❜ Marauders Era

   ❛Part One ❜

          

        𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠

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━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝗮𝗺 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵

  ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗯𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸

 ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗿

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

            

      𝗠𝗖𝗬𝗧 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠

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━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

 ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻

  ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗮𝗽

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆

Stupid Video ✓   

-Irl Mario Cart with your boyfriend- Alex and best friend- John Smith.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 ✓   

-Experience a night of drinks and dancing

𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 ✓   

-A chaotic cooking stream with your two hyper boyfriends

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯𝘀

  𝗟𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 ✓   

-A chaotic cooking stream with your two hyper boyfriends

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗼𝘁

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵_𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

           

     𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦

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━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗱

   ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗘

▰▰▰▱▱▱

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗘𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆

   ❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝘁𝘂 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

                      

   𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗘𝗥𝗔

▰▰▰▱▱▱

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 ✓

- A fun party with your boyfriend and friends.

𝗠𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 ✓

- Your boyfriend has made up his mind, he was going to smother you in his love.

𝗛𝗼𝗴𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘆 ✓

- A Day in Hogwarts With Sirius Black

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

𝗙𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 ✘

- You were never his, and he was never yours

𝗣𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗗𝗼𝗴 ✓

- James likes a girl, who shows no interest in him. Though it isn’t new, and he’s still like a puppy in love.

𝗗𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 ✓

- Drawing on James’s hand during class

𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 ‘𝗲𝗺 ✓

- When boys talk about you like an object because of your beauty, James tends to get violent

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻

𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 ✓ ✘ 𝗣𝗿𝘁 𝟮

- Where remus lupin freaks out when his girlfriend slips up that she knows he was..in fact..a werewolf

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗧𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗟𝗮𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗻 -𝗢𝘂𝗮𝘁-

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗙𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 -𝗢𝘂𝗮𝘁-

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱

❛ Hmm..nothing here..yet ❜

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

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━ (🔪) ☏  ━ 𝗧𝗔𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

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[mvpfoolish]

and everything has changed - dreamwastaken

word count: 419 || part 2

You're heart sank as you made your way up the stairs; hearing Dream from your shared bedroom laughing with his friends.

This was a daily occurrence. Who are you kidding, this was your life. At least it has been for the last 6 months. Ever since Dreams face reveal, things between the two of you had changed.

It used to be that the two of you would fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms. But now, you went to sleep by yourself; no longer warm, no matter how many blankets you piled on-top of yourself. Scared some monster would crawl up and scare you while sleeping on your side; no matter how many pillows you piled together, trying to mimic your boyfriends body. Even when he was just 4 feet away from you, busy typing away. Making plans with friends who he could finally meet in person.

You would wake up at 5:45 every morning, while hearing him make his way into the bedroom. "Morning pretty girl/boy," He would speak as he placed a kiss on your cheek, a cup of coffee/tea being set down right on the nightstand next to you. "Have a good day at work." He would then knock out just minutes after hitting the pillow.

But now you'd be awoken by the grunts and slams of an annoyed Dream trying to code a plugin.

"You're still awake?"

"Of course I am, I need to get this done."

"Dream please come to bed." You pleaded wanting attention, wanting to feel loved, wanting to be touched.

"Just go back to sleep y/n, I need to get this finished" He knew you wouldn't.

You sat up rubbing your eyes, trying to get them used to the computer screen blaring into them.

"Clay-" You were cut off.

Dream got up throwing his headphones into his desk, "I said to just go back to sleep y/n, I need to finish this plugin for Sap and your whining and begging isn't going to help."

You looked over at the alarm clock next to you. 5:37 am. No cup of coffee/tea next to it. You knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, even after realizing you had the day off.

You felt small. Your eyes began watering letting your boyfriends words sink in; your whining and begging isn't going to help.

"Sorry, I'll leave you alone." You got up walking out of the room, not a single soul following behind you.

[fic-recs-by-mink]

just started listening to troye sivannnn i rlly like his music

anyway i almost got sick because this was super fluffy and just plain awesome ;) kudos, op

lost my mind in a wedding gown {Dream}

Summary: Now everyone knows. Now everyone has an opinion. Sometimes you just want to make impulsive decisions with the one you love because you love them, without worrying what the world will think.

A/N: 5431 words. sickeningly fluffy. seriously, it gets so sweet its kind of gross. i love this universe, and yes there will be a part 4, which will be the final part. please let me know what you think. idk how i feel abt this fic, please gimme feedback if u have any :)

Warnings: heavily implied nsfw.

{ Idiots-To-Lovers 'verse } | { 3 / 4 }

How did you get here? In the grand scheme of your life, what moments lead to here, to standing in Dream and Sapnap's kitchen at three in the morning in your pyjamas, frozen where you'd been looking through the cupboards for something to snack on. Sapnap stood in his doorway, also dead still, gaze locked with yours, his monitors alight behind him where he was still streaming.

"Do you actually live here?" He asks, finally breaking the silence, bewildered by the whole situation with exhausted amusement heavy in his voice, "why are you in my cupboard?"

"There's no labels," you pointed out, slowly closing the cupboard again, "what are you playing?"

And while you'd only come out to grab a snack because you couldn't sleep, you end up joining Sapnap for the end of his stream, chattering away with him as he played Valorant.

"I'm not gonna say some gross, cutesy shit on Sapnap's stream-" you said around a yawn while chat was asking why you were up at this hour.

"Glad to hear you've learned some self control," he smirked, focused on the game in front of him as you leaned on the arm of his chair, your head on his shoulder.

"I was refraining for their sake, not yours," you sniped back with a grin of your own, which had him laughing, "I was too tired to be a menace about thirty seconds ago but I feel a burst of energy coming on."

"Hey, don't be all cute and gross and torture my chat just to get back at me," he warned, "that's violates the Geneva Conventions you know." A long pause follows, and for the barest moment he's worried that he's genuinely upset you in your tired state, and he casts a glance at you, trying to gauge your reaction, only to see your face all scrunched up in thought.

"You okay there?"

"I don't wanna get cancelled because people clip that out of context and think I commit war crimes," you huffed after a moment, realising too late that since you'd spoken it into existence, people were almost definitely going to start jokingly cancelling you for war crimes. Sapnap, on the other hand, who hadn't been expected anything like that response, barks a laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

"Anyway," you say loudly, "Dream's been editing for the past few hours and I didn't want to distract him while he was in the zone, but I..." you made a hesitant hum in the back of your throat, turning to press your forehead against Sapnap's shoulder, even if he didn't have a facecam on, you felt as though you needed to hide your embarrassment, "I was having trouble sleeping alone, okay?"

"So you try and steal my food and decided to bother me?" He says, tone holding nothing but affection for you, thankfully deciding not to tease you for your sappier admission.

"Naturally," you grin, faint embarrassment alleviated, moving your head back to rest on his shoulder as you watched him play.

"You're more of a cat than Patches sometimes."

As if to prove his point, you reach out and swipe at the empty water bottle at the edge of his desk, knocking it to the ground, grinning from ear to ear.

With the stream, however, there's confusion online over the next few days, casual observers coming out of the woodworks wondering when you'd moved in with the boys. Many of your followers corrected them kindly, but it had still sparked something in your mind, an idea, a concept you were hesitant to bring up.

You haven't been keeping count, persay, but you and Dream had been together for more than a few months now, had been close friends for years before that, and as like Sapnap liked to point out whenever he was in a petty mood, you did practically live with them already.

Still nervous when you finally bring it up, you're met with a grin, with a laugh from your boyfriend as he points out that you've been paying rent on a place you're pretty much using as storage, which was dumb when it's not like their house is small, it's not like there's not room for you. Heart beating in your throat, you realise he's agreeing, something in his eyes saying we should have done this sooner.

And you're quiet about it online until it's all said and done. Going radio silent for the week in which you're moving, you still don't quite believe it's really happening. There's a moment where you're standing in your kitchen, taping up one of the final boxes full of your belongings, while you can hear Dream and Sapnap trying to logistically work out how they were going to get your sofa through your door and into the elevator, when you find yourself overwhelmed with love and appreciation for them. This was really happening, your life was moving forward; you're actually moving in with your best friends, one of whom happens to be your boyfriend. Part of you had never expected to get here.

"I think I had a dream like this once," you tell them with a slight frown, "weird," and you leave it at that. You don't tell them that they'd broken your sofa trying to fit it through the door in your dream. It didn't matter now. Perhaps you'd been afraid that moving meant changing who you were to fit in with them, though now you see that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Now it's your turn, Gogy," you can't help the contented little sigh that escapes you as you flop back onto your sofa, gazing up at the roof of your new-but-familiar bedroom you now officially shared with Dream. George, giving you a fond smile through the screen of your phone, jokingly asks if there's even room for him, "a whole spare room is waiting for you," you assured. There's something fond in his smile, thinking aloud about how long it would be until he's properly able to come over and join the three of you. Soon, is the only conclusion he can come to, soon, but even so, it doesn't feel soon enough.

However, until George does arrive, you'd been able to commandeer the spare room, that had originally just been for storage, for your gaming set up while you looked into nearby cheap office spaces.

"Yeah, I moved some thing in my background," you gave a little chuckle at the start of your first stream after your move, to which the chat was up in arms with confusion.

[THE WHOLE BATHROOM DOOR? YOU MOVED THE WHOLE BATHROOM DOOR???????] one donated, which had you cackling with laughter, not able to keep up the ruse for the first five minutes of being live. As if on cue, however, before you can even answer them, the door opens.

"How the tables turn; now I can bother you when I'm bored and you're streaming," Sapnap told you, and you don't even have to look at your screen to know that chat is already connecting the dots.

"Hey, that's my job," Dream shouts from the living room.

"You do that anyways," Sapnap rolls his eyes with a good-natured amusement, "but now they've got a facecam, you guys can't be gross on their streams anymore." There's a beat of silence, before both yourself and Dream point out that you'd just turn off or cover your camera for him.

"You guys are the worst," he tells you both, matter-of-factly as he strides into the spare room and rests his chin on the top of your head, looking at your set up and giving a wave to your camera. Chat spams his name, excited, while all you can do is roll your eyes, trying to fight back your own grin.

"You know my menacing of you and your streams is just gonna get worse now that I officially live here, right?"

"I'm aware, I've made my peace with it," his grin is all teeth and he gives you a firm pet on the head before he leaves, citing that there's a grace period of one stream after moving in before he starts to bother you properly in return.

It's not as if much changes, you'd practically already been living there after all, now your knicknacks were scattered about the house, and your clothes joined Dream's in his wardrobe, and there was something about the sense of home that filled you whenever you would wake up to light streaming through the window above you, and Dream's arm curled around you.

"You live here now," is what he says, voice a raspy whisper, still half asleep, the first time he catches sight of you smiling, almost disbelievingly, at him in the morning light. His eyes are barely cracked open, face half-pressed into the pillow, but there's a grin on his lips that is both sleepy and happy, and you curl up close to him, kissing him gently on the nose.

"I live here now," you murmur back, and tuck yourself close to him, closing your eyes but unable to stop smiling as you let yourself drift back off.

Our room. Our apartment. The phrases make you giddy every time you think of them, every time you say them, even on stream, which just endears you further to your audience, if that was even possible. Unfortunately, on the other hand -

"It's not- can you guys not speculate about what is and isn't too fast in my personal relationships?" Dream huffed an irate breath through his nose as he tried to focus on what he had be building in Minecraft, "I don't know how long you've been here, but here's a short timeline; we've been together for months, and have been super fucking close for years before that -" his phone buzzes, interrupting him.

[you okay babe?] You've messaged from the other room. Taking a moment, he takes a deep breath to try and placate his irritation at chat being weird and invasive. There is something that grows warm in his chest, however, that you're still watching him stream but not wanting to interrupt despite your proximity.

[can you come in here?] he replies quickly, and in moments, you're quietly opening the door, crossing to him without a word, pressing a warm kiss to his cheek. Even that is enough to ease the tense set of his shoulders; you stay quiet, don't make your presence known, but you remain in the room, sitting cross-legged by his chair with your forehead braced against his knee as you scrolled through your social media feeds. Occasionally he'd gently place his hand on your head, a silent moment of contact and thanks, and in turn you'd give the faintest hum of acknowledgement, and press a quick kiss to his knee.

Of course you're also getting similar comments, though your fans are surprised at the restraint you'd been showing. Dream's outburst on stream seemed out of character for someone who usually puts far more thought into how he responds to his audience; you, however, are a well documented creature of impulse.

"You should really pay me to be your PR team," Sapnap jokes when the topic comes up during an impromptu Discord Podcast; Dream and George's laughter fills the call for a few moments, but none of you seem inclined to disagree.

"You're my impulse control, there's a difference," you snort a laugh of your own, tucked up in your gaming chair on the other side of the apartment, "and only when it comes to Twitter."

"Should I be offended that you run your potentially controversial tweets past Sap before you run them past me?" Dream jokes, to which Sapnap himself was quick to shut him down.

"No, because you would have absolutely okayed 'just say you wish you were me and move on' they almost tweeted last week -"

"Yeah because it's true," Dream fired back, and you felt a warm and vaguely selfish pride bloom in your chest.

"What was it in regards to?" George asks, still half-laughing.

"Does it matter?" Both you and Dream and answer at the same time, much to your collective delight, while the other two groaned.

"You guys make sense together but that is not a compliment," George cackles, and you very kindly tell him to fuck off, "love you too, Y/N," he coos.

"The minute you land in the US it is on sight, Goggy," you warn him, though the fondness in your voice betrays your aggressive intent; you feel his absence in the moments you feel the most affection for him. There's no doubt in your mind that he'd fit easily into your life, and into this home, just as you had.

Living with Dream and Sapnap, for the record, is actually easy. You'd been worried, considering your sometimes scatter-brained nature, but if there's something that requires a reminder, or some sort of problem, they talk about it. Actually talk. It's... refreshing. It's somehow better than you'd been expecting. Communicating, huh, who would have guessed. To be fair, as everyone liked to point out, you'd practically been living there before it had become official anyways, so it really shouldn't have been a surprise that you'd fit so seamlessly into life in the spacious apartment.

Though your impulsive nature still sometimes got the better of you.

"Wanna go somewhere."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Dream looks away from his monitor for a moment to where you're laying on the floor of his office, eyes closed and arms flopped out to the sides.

"Both?"

You're bored, an itch between your shoulder blades that isn't really there. It's a discomfort you can't shift, like you're going stir crazy. It's been a month, and it's been great, but sometimes you just need a change of scenery.

"People have been asking me to visit them and I keep thinking about it, but I kind of just want to... go somewhere. Without having to make content, you know?" Then, cracking your eyes open for a moment, you look to where he's gazing down at you with slight confusion, "you don't have to come, I just wanted to keep you up to date with where my head's at," you tell him, "in case I do just take off. Run to California for a few days."

"Run?" He gives a faint smile.

"It's only a bit further than my old apartment," your lips stretch into an amused smile, and he huffs a faint, disbelieving laugh.

"Don't run to LA."

"Only because you asked nicely," you snorted, though there was something genuine and fond in your eyes. A question, an invitation; Dream's smile grows wider.

"Road trip?"

Something in your heart lights up at the suggestion. You've never been more quick to agree.

The morning you leave for LA, Sapnap tweets out a video he had taken as he was seeing you and Dream off, with the caption [roseduo decidedly not taking the braincell on their vacation. good luck.].

The video itself is of Sapnap's face as he tells Dream specifically to not do anything stupid while you were gone.

"Too late, my dude," comes your instinctual response, and there's a moment in which his entire expression reads exasperation, right before he flips the camera to catch you using both thumbs to point at yourself in the passenger seat, while the driver's side is empty. Then after a beat, as the boot of the car slams and Dream's laughter can be heard, you deflate with faint embarrassment, as if your brain has caught up with what you've said without thinking, and you bury your face in your hands with a groan. The camera flips back around, but now Sapnap is trying to hold in laughter of his own.

"That tracks, have a good one, guys," and the video ends.

You'd announced your vacation as more of a two-week hiatus from Twitch and YouTube, but hadn't given much more information beyond that, if only to preserve some form of privacy. The first two days of your trip, you even keep yourself off of Twitter, only going on Discord to message close friends; it's the freest you've felt in a very long time.

The tail-end of Summer is a glorious time for a road-trip, you decide, windows down and warm air whipping past; all that matters is this single moment, the way you look over to see Dream singing along to the radio beside you.

You'd spent so long adoring him from afar, only to find out just how close he really was; when you think too hard about it, it all starts to overwhelm you. How had you made it here? How was this your life?

He glances over to you; you've gone quiet, he's asking if you're okay. You look back out the window, soaking in the moment as best you can.

"I had a dream like this once;" you tell him over the radio, the noise of the wind whistling past, "pretty sunset and everything," right before the car crashed; you leave that last part out. Perhaps it had been you worrying about moving too fast. Perhaps you were terrified that this good thing would end suddenly, and go up in flames. But Dream rests his hand on your thigh and gives it a faint squeeze; he tells you he loves you, easy and genuine, and you tell him you love him too, wearing a bright smile as excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach. You turn up the music.

But still, you can't shake the thought that everyone else seems to be voicing, focused on it in a way you hadn't anticipated. Chancing a look at Twitter, you find yourself frowning as you sit cross-legged on your hotel bed for the night.

"I'm tired of being told I'm insufferable," it's the most serious you've been in a long while. Dream, stretched out on his side beside you, looks up from his own phone, propping his head up with his hand, assuring you that he doesn't think you're insufferable. Huffing with frustration, you lay back beside him, looking up at the ceiling. Turning to his, your expression is forlorn, "I wanna be nice to you online without being called gross; everyone else is weird about us now, and I miss..." scrunching up your expression, you look away, even now as a faint embarrassment hums through you, "I miss being gross and cute with you and not being treated like a fucking criminal for it."

"We're adults," you huffed, right as Dream curled an arm around your middle, pulling you closer, "we're allowed to be in love," though as you say this, you remember reading through the comments of the video Sapnap had posted several days earlier, "we're allowed to fuck, you know?"

"I am very aware," you can hear that he's holding back laughter, which, upon reflecting on the words that you'd spat with such vitriol, you can't help but laugh yourself.

"I'm tired of everyone else thinking they know better than us," his voice, as he agrees, is quiet and warm. Carefully, he shifts until he's looking down at you, an arm braced either side of you. Just the sight of him like this has your anger fading fast. You reach up to gently take hold of his cheek, "I knew you'd be part of the rest of my life one way or another from about," he considered for a moment, crease appearing above his brow as he remembered, "the third time I spoke to you? Maybe?"

"The rest of your life?" Voice softly awed, you're surprised when a blush begins to creep up his cheeks beneath your hand.

"Something like that," he mumbled, "I can't remember why, but I was talking about how I was waiting to hear back about these tryouts I'd been at, football back when we were all in high school, and you didn't even know me, but you called me a man of many talents, and then did the single most impressive burp I'd heard to that day, before you said that they'd be stupid to not put me on the team," his face scrunches up as he appears to be recalling your exact wording, still amused by the details even now.

"You remember that?" You asked, voice and smile both full of affection as you leaned up to meet him, kissing him gently as a warmth, a fondness spreads throughout your chest.

"Of course I remember that," Dream exhales a little breathlessly, laying back out beside you; when you look at him, there's that crease in his brow again, that faint irritation that you know is never directed at you, "it's what pisses me off about people saying we're moving too fast; I've loved you either platonically or romantically for years, at this point I'm pretty sure I'm making up for lost time." With that, you press your face into his shoulder, love and adoration blossoming so bright within you you're not sure how you're managing to contain it all.

"You romantic motherfucker," you mumbled, all kinds of abashed as the tension broke, and his fond laughter lit up the room, "I felt like the biggest dork in the world, and there you were, a potential footballer, getting roasted by George and Sap in Minecraft on an almost daily basis. I could not get a read on you, I just thought you..." pressing your lips together for a moment, you lifted your face to rest your chin on his shoulder; like this, when he turns to you, you're almost nose to nose. It's clear that he's intrigued by your early impression of him, "I was a weird teenager, Dream."

"I know, I was there," he smirked in an attempt to subdue his laughter.

"And you were still so fucking cool and nice; I had such a crush on you, man."

"And how'd that work out for you?" He teased, however your own words had triggered a realisation in the back of your mind, and your whole expression lights up with shock as you sit bolt upright.

"How have I been deadass in love with you for years without realising?!"

The abruptness has Dream bursting out into laughter, endeared with how thoroughly you're cursing your past self, though as he sits up properly, gently holding your cheek with one hand, his amusement softens to a gentle fondness at the sight of apology in your eyes.

"Probably the same as what happened with me; became kind of a constant truth that you ended up forgetting about it; we were kids, it's not like we knew how to properly deal with feelings like that, they just... were. And we're friends, so a lot of that love was platonic too, the same way we love George or Sap, you know?" And it's strange to hear him so concisely put into words the indescribable things you're feeling.

"Sounds like you've thought about this a lot," you muse, and to your surprise, his smile turns a little sharper, a little self deprecating even.

"Yeah, well I saw one of the stops on our trip and had a stupid, impulsive thought," he shrugged.

"You know I love stupid, impulsive thoughts," you raised your eyebrows, already invested.

"It's possibly too stupid. Possibly. It seems like a terrible idea, maybe even a little spiteful," he warned, though he's already pulling out his phone. You sit a little straighter, every word he's saying only serving to entice you further, "you know where we're staying on Friday?"

"Nevada?" You frown for a moment, and he waits for it to hit you. A moment passes, then - oh!

"Do you wanna get married in Vegas?!" You hissed with barely concealed glee at the suggestion, clutching tightly at his free hand. It was absolutely an impulsive, stupid, terrible, and spiteful idea; of course you're already in.

"I'm not saying we should get married in Vegas, but also..." he too was trying and failing to contain his excitement at the suggestion, though he did attempt to school his expression into something more serious, "one, and most importantly, I love you and I have for... you know, as we've just talked about, a very long time, but two, I do think it would be very funny to get married in Vegas." He's actively giggling; you've pretty sure you've never been more in love than in this moment.

"One, yes, obviously I love you so fucking much, but also, two, you're right, it would be hilarious," you're nodding emphatically, beaming from ear to ear. Your lips on his are enthusiastic and messy, full of joy and delight, and you find yourself babbling about how perhaps one of you should officially -

"Marry me? I mean, will you -" he's stumbling over his words but can't stop grinning, and you're pushing him back against the bed, kissing yes across his jaw, down the column of his throat, though he's quick to join you back in the moment, pulling your shirt over your head.

There's a giddiness that accompanies the next few days of the trip, a smile that doesn't leave either of your faces. As the days pass and you put more thought into it, you realise your list of reasons as to why this is actually a bad idea grows shorter and shorter. The initial exhilaration of the idea, of the proposal, has worn off, but you're still excited rather than at all hesitant. His words play on your mind more than the thousands of other comments you've received before; you've been in love with him in one way or another for almost as long as you've known him. This isn't too fast, if anything this is making up for lost time.

Somehow you manage to keep quiet about it, even to close friends. For all that they care, you know they don't understand, don't see everything leading up to this moment, they'd try to talk you out of it. Your reputation as a creature of impulse had given you the reputation of being rather thoughtless, enough so that even those close to you forgot that that wasn't the whole truth. Except you never felt like that around Dream. Impulsive, yes; genuinely stupid? No, despite what many liked to believe.

"You still down for this?" The day of the wedding, you find yourselves in a jewellery store, perusing their selection of wedding rings. When he asks this, sincerity in his voice, you turn to him without hesitation, leaning in and kissing him softly.

"I've put a lot of serious thought into it, and though teenage me might be surprised that we're getting married in Vegas, I think somehow they always knew that you'd be in..." you swallowed hard as you looked him in the eyes, overwhelmed at your own sappiness, voice going soft as you correct yourself, "that you'd be my future." The salesman very kindly gives the pair of you space as Dream pulls you close to him.

The ceremony is exactly as cheesy as Hollywood had lead you to believe, much to your delight, though somehow that doesn't detract from the moment you both say 'I do'.

The bed in your hotel is heart-shaped, covered in rose petals, the two of you had spared no expense or trope. At least you make good use of it. And the sofa. And shower. And several other spots in the expensive and beautiful and aptly named Honeymoon Suite. You get your money's worth.

"I think this means LA is our honeymoon," Dream muses over a delicious room-service breakfast the following morning. With a faint huff of laughter, you realise he's right. You've still got over a week left of your vacation, though since you were self employed, you could always take a few more days, if you'd really like to luxuriate in LA.

"Dude, we're married," you mutter with a faint grin from where you're lazing back on the bed with only the sheets for modesty, gazing at him in the morning light.

"We're so married," he agrees, leaning back, away from his tray of food, to kiss you sweetly.

"I kind of don't want to tell anyone," voice soft, you can't help but give a contented little sigh, "not even any of our friends, not until we get back to Florida."

"Just us," he agreed faintly, grinning against your lips as his hands find your bare skin beneath the sheets.

As far as anyone else is concerned, you and Dream took a vacation. He takes photos of you lit by sunset for you to post online - "Wait could you see the ring in that shot? I don't wanna take it off, I'll just put my hand behind my back or something." - and the two of you continue to bully each other on Twitter, and interact with your friends and fans like nothing of real note has happened.

There was paperwork you'd have to fill out, red tape and legalities that come with marriage, but as you're speeding down the highway, you look over and see his hands on the wheel, his ring understated and perfect on his finger.

The world could call you insufferable for being in love, you are the happiest you've ever been. The world could say anything they liked about you, you wouldn't care. Through sheer, dumb luck you'd finally acted on your feelings for each other all those months ago, and you don't think things could have worked out better.

At home, Sapnap hugs you both tightly the minute you step through the door, asking how the trip went. You and Dream had spent so much time theorizing how to break the news, but all of that seemed to have left your heads at his questions. Looking at your now-husband, you raise your eyebrows, while your housemate looks between the two of you with mounting apprehension. Dream nods for you to take the lead. There's that giddiness again, starting in your chest, every time you think about your reality -

"We got married," you're trying not to actively show how overjoyed the single sentence makes you feel, especially not when Sapnap looks like he doesn't quite believe you, blinking rapidly as he looks sharply to Dream for some sort of clarification.

"Legally and everything," and Dream holds up his left hand, an action which you mirror. It takes several seconds before Sapnap's eyes seem to bug out of his head.

"For real?!" And thankfully, he sounds delighted, pulling you both in for another, tighter hug this time when you confirm, again. "Of course- driving through Vegas, of course -" he's rambling, stepping back with a wide, proud smile, "guys," he enthuses. Something about his reaction had you breathing a sigh of relief; you'd been so worried that he'd reprimand you, not trust either of you to have thought this through. But you find yourself remember that he has known you both as long as you'd known each other, he and George had known the two of you had feelings for each other before either you or Dream did, part of him must have known this was coming.

He's a little smug to know that he's the first person either of you had told, though as soon as you get to your room, you and Dream call George to give him the news. His reaction, just as Sapnap's was, was full of pride and joy for you both.

Tomorrow, the paperwork would begin, and you would get back to creating content, but this afternoon, you unpack and unwind from somehow the biggest two weeks of your life, kicking the door closed when you're finally done.

Sitting on his bed by the window you can't help but grin out at the sunrise, soaking up the moment you find yourself in. Dream sprawls out beside you, on his side with his head propped up, something adoring in his gaze.

"I had a dream like this once," you tell him faintly, stretching out, flopping on your back on his bed, the afternoon golden where it pours through the window from the outside world. Reaching up, the gold wedding band glints in the sunlight from it's place on your finger. Beside you, Dream reaches out into the sunlight, his hand by yours, his gold ring being your perfect match; he makes a noise of interest in the back of his throat, and you lower your hand to your chest as you turn to look at him, your smirk sharp, "yeah, we were wearing less clothes."

{finale: don't think i'll ever get enough}

[ador3him]

DreamTeam (any of them) x Fem!Reader

Have you seen that TikTok trend where girls use a pheromone perfume to see how their boyfriends react? Well, what if Reader decides to try it out because she thinks the reactions are exaggerated, but in the end she thinks it was the best purchase of the month

-🦝

pairing: Dream team x reader

requested? Yesss by 🦝 anon

authors note: I LOVE THIS IDEA

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DREAM

Dream smelt it straight away, you came out from your shared bedroom after getting ready and sat with him on the couch. "Is that a new perfume, baby?" He asks smelling your neck and wrists. You hummed in response and turned on the tv. "Hold on, c'mere," he pulls you into his lap and continues to smell you. "It's so good, baby," he says placing kisses on your neck. "Really?" You ask a bit bewildered. "Yeah, you gotta keep wearing this." He says giving you a kiss on the lips. You nod in response and go to sit next to him but his arms prohibit you. One arm was around your waist and the other grabbed your thigh. "Dream," you whined. "No you're not moving," dream shook his head and dipped it down giving you another sloppy kiss on the lips.

GEORGE

George was sleeping when you came into your room and laid down next to him. You had put the perfume on before hand and wanted to see what it would do. You began to run your fingers through his messy bed hair. "hi love," he groggily mumbled out. "You smell so good," he said pulling you with one of his arms closer. "Do I?" You tease slightly. He nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek. You stop playing with his hair and move down to stroke his cheek. "Wow," he says at the smell. "You know how you wanted to go away this weekend?" He asked opening his eyes. You nod. "Go grab my wallet and book the tickets, love," he smiles.

SAPNAP (kinda NSFW?)

"chat, be nice my girlfriend is coming in to say hi," sapnap warned his stream as you walked into his streaming room. You wave softly at the camera not really acknowledging your boyfriend. "Hold on I'm going to mute really quick," he says softly and clicked mute. "Hi, Peaches," he says rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You dip your head down and give him a quick peck, nothing too raunchy as he was live. "You look beautiful," sapnap smiles brightly at you. "Thank you," you mumbled blushing. "You smell amazing as well, new perfume?" He asks breathing in deeply. "I guess you could say that," you smile. "damn it's good, could bend you over and take you right here," he groans. "Do it then," you tease jokingly. He laughs and unmutes himself. "Chat, I'm really sorry to cut this stream short but I need to go. See you guys next time." Your mouth is agape when he finishes the stream and turns to you. "Bend over and pull down your panties, peach,"

[fayewoodss]

fuck it. *objectifies your dream team*

[hatchetislostpog]

c!Dream: [turning around in a swivel chair in a dimly lit room] I’ve been expecting you.

Y/n: You practiced that, didn’t you?

c!Dream: I did! Thank you for noticing

[dteamhugs]

guys sapnap said earlier on his stream on kick that he had spoken with a blacksmith and at first i was like huh. sapnap has a blacksmith friend that's kinda random but COOL but then it dawned on me. what if he knows them because the blacksmith is involved in either the irl manhunt or the irl minecraft project. what if we're gonna see like. Dream with an actual iron sword on a horse or some shit. he did say we are not prepared for what is to come tbf.....

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine chilling out with Dreamteam and just gossiping and watching tv

[modelbus]

HI! I dunno if you're still doing this but what about Dream, Fake Dating, Broken?

Oh man it’s been a while since a dream request…

Pairing: Cc!Dream x Gn!Reader

Fake Dating AU - Broken

One second, Dream was complaining about his mother pestering him about not dating. You had told him to suck it up and lie. The next second, you were walking into his parents house pretending to be said partner.

He claimed it was your fault he was in this mess in the first place. If you hadn’t told him to lie, his parents wouldn’t have insisted upon meeting the “Apple of his eye.”

You knew guilt-tripping when you saw it, and still fucking fell for it. But in your defense, he promised you your favorite snack in return.

“Don’t say anything bad about her food.” Dream whispers to you, guiding you through the house with his hands on your shoulders. “And remember, it’s just my parents here tonight.”

“I know.” You hiss back. He had only briefed you on the lie about 500 times. You met online, he asked you out first, your first date was a nice dinner. Every lie you could possibly need was locked and loaded.

“Oh, aren’t you a sweet thing!” Dream’s mother exclaims the second she sees you, abandoning the stove to come over and smother you in a hug.

You can feel Dream hovering behind you, worried, but all you do is squeeze his mother right back. Minecraft roleplaying was harder than this.

“Hi! I’m so glad to finally meet you!” You say, injecting cheer into your voice. This woman needs to think she’s about to be the second most important thing in your life. First being her son, obviously.

“Mom…” Dream warns, and she backs off.

“Oh come on, I have to meet the one who’s making my boy all happy!” She turns to him, tugging him into a hug. “And it’s so good for you to visit us for dinner. It’ll be done soon, I’m sure your father is upstairs getting ready still.”

He nods, reaching for your hand. His fingers entwine with yours, warm. It feels like safety, like he’ll protect you if his mother decides she actually hates you.

“We’ll just wash our hands real quick.” Dream tells her, already tugging you away from the kitchen.

“Wait, wait!” His mother steps in his way, making you both stop abruptly. “I just need to have a quick conversation with your sweetheart. Then I’ll send ���em right to you, okay?”

“I don’t—“

“It’s fine.” You interrupt, squeezing Dream’s hand. Fuck him for putting you in this situation. “I want to talk to your mother too.”

He glances at her, then leans down to murmur in your ear, “don’t blow our cover.” His voice is low, sending shivers down your spine. When you kick your lips, his eyes fall to your mouth.

“Love you too, babe.” You say loudly, breaking the moment.

Dream pulls away, heading off down the hall. To the bathroom, you assume.

“Now darling, I promise not to give you the scary talk, but I do want to make sure you’re treating my boy right.” Dream’s mom says, and you look at her.

Lights, camera, action. You’re going to be the damn best partner Dream’s ever had. In her eyes, at least.

“He deserves the world, but I’m treating him the best I can.” You say softly, really trying to sell it. This one isn’t that hard. Dream really is a good friend, someone who’s been there for you many times.

She beams at you. “And you truly like him?”

“Of course. I’m not sure how anyone couldn’t.” Glancing over your shoulder at the hall he vanished down, you let your gaze linger before turning back.

“Then that’s all I needed. The bathroom is the second door to the right down that hall.” She pats your arm lovingly, looking back at the stove and the cooking food.

You knew you could sell it. Dream didn’t have any reason to be worried.

You pause at the doorway, hesitating. It’s time to really sell this couple thing. If you want to clear them of any suspicions, then you have to give it your all. Go big or go home, right?

“You raised a wonderful man, by the way. He’s… he’s really good to me.”

His mother smiles. “Thank you, but that’s all him.”

With a nod, you flee down the hallway. Knocking on the second door to the right, it flies open, and a hand grabs your wrist to tug you inside. You stumble forward, crushing your nose against Dream’s chest.

His hands come up to steady you, holding you up by your arms.

“What did you say? Does she believe it?” He presses.

“God, have a little more faith.” You scoff.

“Did she believe it?” Dream repeats, even more insistent.

“Yes, she believes it. You’re welcome, by the way.”

His shoulders slump in relief, and you silently thank your own parents for never pushing about your dating life. You can’t imagine have to pretend to date someone for your parents’ benefit.

“Thank fuck.” Dream sighs, looking up at the ceiling.

You shoulder past him, reaching for the soap to wash your hands. Washing them before dinner is a good idea, after all. You press down on the pump, and it breaks off directly in your hand.

“Fuck.” You gasp.

“What?”

“I broke it!”

“Broke what?”

“The fucking— the handle! It’s broken!”

Dream reaches out, squinting at the metal handle. “It’s fine, it’s just a soap dispenser.”

“But I broke it! I’m meant to be selling this thing! She’s not going to like me if I break her stuff, Dream.” You insist, panicking.

A stupid soap dispenser just blew your entire plan. Great.

“She won’t care, and neither will my dad.” He reasons gently. “It’s just soap.”

“But I still broke it. That’s a bad thing, breaking their stuff!” How can he not see that? His mother seems so nice, too. And you repay her by breaking shit.

Someone knocks at the bathroom door, making you jump. “Is everything okay?” A male voice asks. Dream’s dad, if you had to make a guess.

“Yeah!” Dream calls back.

“Oh God, he’s going to find out.” Your eyes widen. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“I’m telling you, it’s just soap!”

The knock comes again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Before either of you can respond, the handle is turning. You forgot to fucking lock it. But with you luck, you would’ve managed to break that too.

“We’re so done for.” You groan miserably.

Dream gently pushes you against the wall, shaking his head “The fuck we are.”

You don’t even get another breath in before the door is opening and he’s crushing his lips against yours.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

hey chlo

so the situationship went HORRIBLY

dm me when ur active ill tell ya

maybe spiteful break up hcs?

please?

also ive been listening to i hope ur miserable until ur dead sooo u know what i mean :(

Spiteful breakup fics;

DREAM:

i can see him basically being a bitch about it and throwing your shit out the house

changing the locks on the doors

”give me the house key back, you don’t deserve to be in the house anymore”

“you’re such a bitch.”

dream + middle fingers = badass

”fuck you, i’m done”

WILBUR:

“just get the fuck away from me.”

”you lied about everything! how am i supposed to love a lier when i’m not sure what the fuck is the truth?” (lowkey might make this into a story with this line)

alienates you from everyone else

since you broke up, nobody has reached out to you

if you try and approach him, he starts cussing you out

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Five scenario with a plot for Dream?

5. I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now i’m nervous because you’re really cute

“Do we want a real tree or a fake tree?” you ask your roommate as you continue to push the red target cart around the decoration aisles.

“Fake?” she asks and you wrinkle your nose at the suggestion.

“What if we stop living together? Who gets the tree then?” you supply your questions to her and she shakes her head.

“Let’s look at ornaments,” she suggests instead.

The two of you round the aisle to the ornament section and browse both the individual ones and the aesthetically matched packaged ones.

“Ooh look at those!” you say, pointing at the mix of pink ornaments packaged together sitting on the top shelf.

“Those are so cute oh my god,” your best friend gushes.

Being the taller of the two of you, you climb onto the bottom shelf and reach up, extending your arm fully and standing on your tiptoes but still failing to even graze the top shelf. Your best friend laughs, doubling over when you try and jump to reach the box but fail even harder.

“I’m going to get help,” she says, shaking her head and walking away.

You go back to looking at the individual ornaments and it only takes a few minutes before your roommate comes back. You turn to smile at the worker when you see a random boy standing there instead.

You’re taken aback but most by the fact that he’s cute. Like, really cute.

He’s easily a foot taller than both you and your friend, shaggy dirty blonde hair falls over the brightest eyes you had ever seen and you feel yourself flush from head to toe when his eyes land on you.

“Which one is it?” the boy asks, turning his full attention towards you.

“C-cute,” you stutter out and your best friend lets out a quick laugh before slapping her hand over her mouth. The boy grins widely at you and you try your best to melt in a puddle and float away from the situation.

“Fuck I mean,” you say turning back towards the ornaments. “The pink ones on the top shelf.”

You step back and point and the boy nods, reaching up to the top shelf and snatching the box off and placing it into your cart.

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Your number for my friend?” your best friend asks and you choke on her words.

“No no,” you say, grabbing her arm and pulling her behind you before she can say anything else incredibly embarrassing. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says, throwing you a wink and you smile and offer an awkward wave, more laughter sounding from behind you.

[hearts4court]

Kinktober!🎃🦇

A/N: I’m really excited to do this. all of these will be blurbs!! they will be a little short, since school takes up most of my time my posts will either be posted late in the day OR the day after. they will be late, a lot of them. This can be found on my masterlist, or navi. <3 I was originally supposed to do three days for each other the people i write for… but i lost motivation for some of them, so now it’s just who i feel like writing for.

can y’all tell what my fav kink is?

Main Masterlist!

WEEK ONE:

Sun, Oct. 1st: Praise!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 2nd: Choking!Kink with Regulus Black.

Dom!Regulus Black X afab!reader.

Tue, Oct. 3rd: Degradation!Kink with Regulus Black

Dom!Regulus Black X Fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 4th: Voice!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X afab!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 5th: Breeding!kink with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 6th: Overstimulation with Sirius Black.

Dom!Sirius Black X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 7th: Praise!kink with James Potter.

Sub!James Potter X afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK TWO:

Sun, Oct. 8th: Size!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X afab!reader

Mon, Oct. 9th: Bondage!kink with James Potter.

Dom!James Potter X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 10th: Breeding!kink with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X fem!reader.

Wed, Oct. 11th: Praise!kink with Prof!Remus Lupin.

Dom!Prof!Remus Lupin X Fem!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 12th: Rough!sex with Remus Lupin.

Dom!Remus Lupin X afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 13th: Hair pulling!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X Fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 14th: Hate Sex with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken X afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK THREE:

Sun, Oct. 15th: Innocence!kink with Dream.

Dom!Dreamwastaken x virgin!fem!reader.

Mon, Oct. 16th: Breeding!kink with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 17th: Soft!sex with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct: 18th: Cockwarming with Sapnap.

Dom!Sapnap X fem!reader

Thurs, Oct. 19th: Knife!play with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X Fem!reader.

Fri, Oct. 20th: Praise!kink with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 21st: Blow and smoke with Chucky.

Dom!Charles Lee Ray X bitchy!afab!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

WEEK FOUR:

Sun, Oct. 22nd: Bondage!kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 23rd: Being needy for Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 24th: Praise!Kink with Charlie.

Dom!Charlie X afab!reader.

Wed, Oct. 25th: Breeding!kink with Schlatt.

Dom!husband!Schlatt X fem!wife!reader.

Thurs, Oct. 26th: Teasing with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X sassy!afab!reader.

Fri, Oct. 27th: Somnophilia with Schlatt.

Dom!Schlatt X fem!reader.

Sat, Oct. 28th: Praise!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X Fem!reader.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

LAST THREE DAYS:

Sun, Oct. 29th: Dacryphilia with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X afab!reader.

Mon, Oct. 30th: Bondage!kink with Tiffany Valentine.

Dom!Tiffany Valentine X fem!reader.

Tue, Oct. 31st: Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.

Dom!Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.

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