An ode to L'manburg || Dream X Reader

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A/N- this has nothing to do with the story

I just wanted to do a chapter to thank you all :)

This is a chapter set in a real life senerio, basically a one shot so yeah :p

there's most likely gonna be smut because I'm horny like all the damn time, deal with it.

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~Clay POV~

I walked to a new café in town, I heard it had good reviews, and I was craving something warm. It was mid Winter, late January to be exact. I looked down at the phone in my hand, red from the cold and neglecting to wear gloves  light up as a text from my best friend Sapnaps contact name came through onto my lock screen.

The message read "Ayo pissbaby come stream with George and I. I want your clout, you have more then George." I scoffed at the text and quickly replied.

Dreamie 😫🔥😈
Oh come on, everytime I come on your streams you just stand on a crafting table.

My homie Sappy 🔫⛓🗣
I just want that wet wet 😫😫 please 🥺

Dreamie😫🔥😈
Well, as much as I would like to get on a crafting table with you, I'm not at home, so you'll have to use my clout some other way.
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I scoffed at him, assuming he was busy streaming, or being a baby, I shrugged it off. I opened the door to the café and the bell that alarmed the barista someone had entered rang through my ears. I looked up from my phone, adjusting my mask onto my nose, and looking at the well organized, small, but cute corner of the café where there was seating areas. I noticed something unusual about this café once I saw the barista, she was wearing a rather interesting outfit. The girl popped up from behind the counter, and greeted me with tired eyes.

~Y/N POV~

My eyes drifted to the clock ticking on the wall, I whispered to myself that it was almost over. I had been struggling with money since parents died, and I was forced to live with my abusive aunt and uncle, one problem though, they lived in Bolivia. I'm not sure about you, but I didn't want to fly to Bolivia at the age of 15. I stayed with a friend for a few months, until I could get an apartment, and I've been working this God awful job since. 4 God damn years. I was almost 20 now, my birthday being in a month. I was busy picking up a cup I had knocked on the floor when I heard the bell on the door fill the air. I shot up, ready to serve another creepy old man that eye-fucked me everytime I turned around, but was instead met with a man, about my age, soft green eyes, light freckles dusting what I could see of his cheeks, since they were covered by his mask I didn't get to pay much attention to them, but his soft dirty blonde hair lit up with highlights ruffled back into place when he ran his fingers through the soft strands that had been blown around in the wind. It was a cold day for Florida, about 55 degrees Fahrenheit, it was cold for us at least. I grew up in Nevada, and you may be thinking, 'wait it's like super hot there though, it's in the middle of the desert.' I was raised in Reno, and boy did it get cold, but enough about the stupid weather.

"Hello! Welcome to the maid café! What can I get started for you?" I said as cheerily as possible, ruffling with my uniform, which consists of a strapless dress with a puffy skirt that reached to above my knees, paired with thigh high boots and cat ears. Yeah, cat ears. Talk about tacky am I right? He seemed taken back by my outfit, to which I just smiled at him, awkwardly. My shift ended in 24 minutes, and 12 seconds, and I couldn't wait to get out of here, doesn't mean I don't want good yelp reveiws tho, I gotta get my tips somehow, and if that means being a total whore, whatever.