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I stare at my bright iPhone screen, reading the message over and over.

or i'll give you something else to stick your tongue out at

I feel as if my heart is beating inside my head, relentlessly jabbing at my brain, leaving me unable to think clearly. My fingers tremble where I hold my phone just above my lap. My low abdomen warms, spreading across my entire body in a shiver. I know my cheeks are fucking red, and I don't want to look up and put them on public display for thousands of people.

How can he just say that? How can he just do that?

His voice and demeanor hasn't changed the slightest, still teasing and joking with the others in the call. It's like he didn't just send the hottest text message in the world.

I squeeze my thighs together to try and calm the tingle that settles dangerously low. I continue to stare at my lap, completely out of it, until I hear my name.

"You there?" Sapnap asks, his voice still flippant from messing around.

"Y-Yeah," I stutter slightly, fuck, "sorry, I'm here. I think I'll end the stream now though." I glance over at OBS checking how long I've been live. There are a couple groans of dismay in the call and I tautly laugh at their fake pity party. I fiddle with the cable of my headphones, muting on Discord and catching my breath to say goodnight to my viewers. After the fastest goodbye I've ever given and a raid to Karl, I unmute.

"Thanks for the raid," Karl pipes.

"No worries," I reply, faking my voice wonderfully, "I'm gonna head out."

"But we were just starting to have fun," Dream says with a tinge of mockery, knowing exactly what he's saying. My stomach clenches at his teasing tone.

"I promise I'll see you guys later," I say while desperately trying to maintain a steady voice. I mumble a goodbye to the boys and leave the call.

"What the fuck," I whisper to myself, opening my phone to read Dream's text again. I stare at my screen as I bite my thumbnail and pull my knees up to my chest.

What is he playing at? Why would he say that?

I feel a stinging sensation of desire run through every vein in my body. I hover my fingers over the letters on my screen, not sure what to type back.

I can't keep letting him get to me, I know I need to fight fire with fire. It's my turn to set the rules of his little game.

oh yeah? lotta nerve sending that during stream

I send it and put my face in my hands, feeling it burning hot. My phone vibrates in my lap, and practically sob in embarrassment.

What am I doing?

Clay Block
you were being a brat
i had no choice but to put you in your place

I suck in a breath, trying to steady my heart rate.

Brat.

I clench on air, fucking losing it over words.

u were being a bitch so i beat u at pvp
it's not my fault ur bad

I snicker, knowing I'm ruining the mood, but I can't help it. Having no idea what else to do in this situation, I turn to my defense mechanisms that are yelling at me to be stupid.

The iMessage app freezes, and an incoming call replaces it.

It's Dream.

I feel my heart start racing again, my snickers dying in my throat. I swallow around my nerves and slowly click the answer button.