A misclick

Goodbye, horny bitch

//Okay fellas, I'm here with part 8! Again, cw for mature language. This one chapter is finally some more romantic stuff between them, but I don't wanna do anything too fast. Anyways, it's around 1600 words, and...yeah, That's it. I hope you'll like it.//

---DREAM'S POV---

I keep watching Y/n's stream, even though I asked her to call me when she would end it. I see her thanking her viewers and donators, and going offline. The she heads right to Discord, and I get an incoming call.

'Hey!' Her voice is filled with joy, probably after all that has just happened. 'Hello. How are you?' 'A little dazed, to be honest.' She lowers down her voice, until it's just a little squeaky whisper. 'This feels unreal.' I lower my voice as well, because it would just feel wrong to raise my tone when she sounds so vulnerable. Even though I miss throwing curses at each other. 

'What feels unreal?' She makes a pause. 'All this. The SMP, my viewers, the donations...' Another 5 seconds pause.

 'You...' 

She says the last word almost inaudible. 'Me?' 'Fuck, that sounds way too cheesy. Ew. But, yeah. I...I don't know why but it just feels so weird. Did all of this start because of that misclick?' I look up at the monitor, even though I know she can't see me. I let out a deep sigh. Goddamned misclick. Of course, I don't regret it. But if I wouldn't have done it, I wouldn't be here, doubting my feelings towards the girl that I've been dating for two years. 

 'Uh...yeah. That one misclick was the thing that gave me the curiosity to check your account and...that's how I saw that you were an impressive Minecraft player.'

'Oh...thank you.' Her voice is so shaky and it cracked two times just by saying those two words. 'Are- Are you ok?' 'What? Oh. Yeah. I'm just very tired. I'm on the verge of falling asleep.' 'Then go to sleep. Goodnight.' She cackles slowly. God, her sleepy voice wrecks me. 'It's not that easy, Dream. I have insomnia. In the second I would get in the bed, my sleep would disappear.' A thought starts spreading in my mind, but I know it's wrong. But it feels right. But it would be wrong. I think about Sheila. Her blue eyes, her straight red hair, and then Y/n's eyes take my mind over. 

Her eyes made of stardust and her messy hair that would fit so well on my chest. I would hug her until she would fall asleep. Oh god. This is so wrong. I have to pick a lane. But I can do that later. I put all the other thoughts aside, and I focus on the one thing that seems right to do. I clear my throat. 

'Would it...would it help you sleep if I would...uh...sing something to you? Or something...I don't know. Can I do anything to help you?' She makes a long pause, and then lets out a little cackle. And replies, definitely whispering. 'Uh...yes, I think so. My brother used to sing me to sleep, it was my only comfort.' I smile. 'Okay then. Go to bed, and raise your volume.' 'I think I will connect through my phone, so I can have it next to me. Is- is that okay?' 'Yeah, sure. Go ahead.' 

She hungs up, and calls me back in a few seconds. 'Oh God I really want to be able to fall asleep. I feel like I'm dead. But I think I'm still hot, right Dream?'

 'You said you were tired, not horny, Y/n.' She snorts out a laugh. 'Hey hey don't misplace the roles. You're the horny bitch here. I'm just hot.' I can't even have a cute moment with her, but I don't mind it. 'Yeah, you sure are. Now go to sleep before I change my mind and rape you ears.' She lets out a short wheeze. 'Okay fine, mr. ear rapist. I'm ready to sleep. Now do your magic.' 

'Let's see what I can do.' She laughs quietly, and I hear her wrap herself in some blankets. 

---YOUR POV---

I don't even have the sense of reality anymore. I'm not freaking out about Dream offering to sing me to sleep, I just listen to him and do what he says. I'm way too exhausted to process anything. I put my phone on my pillow, plug it in in the power outlet behind my bed, and I hear him clear his throat. I can't help but cackle, being half asleep.