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idiot arc

Hot tears spiked in the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill onto my burning cheeks. As I dizzied and my eyes became unfocused, a feeling of euphoria spread where skin met skin, hotly dancing all over.

His fingers were expert as they traced my curves tickling me with the softness of it all. It was like he was admiring art, studying every inch of me with his lips and dark eyes. He was gentle and permissive, mapping out his playing ground.

Then, he was demanding.

His fingers tightened around the patterns he traced, pressing deeply into malleable skin. His kisses turned into bites, leaving dark purple marks scattered across my body. His hands moved quicker, pursuing up towards my collarbone. I felt my breath leave when his oh so talented fingers pressed against my bruised neck.

The tears pricked when his hand cupped around the base of my neck. The dizziness and blurry eyesight began when he squeezed, blocking the correct amount of oxygen to enter my system. The euphoria emerged when he pressed against both sides of my neck with painted black nails, pushing me to my end.

God.

I jolt from my bed, sweaty and out of breath. This is the third time this week I've had a dream about him. Images of my vivid fantasy flash behind my eyelids when I blink, slowly receding into a distant memory.

Almost three weeks have gone by since Dream asked me to meet him. To see him. A month and a half since we first met.

Dream had flirted with me until about four in the morning after I had agreed to the trip, and I was ashamed of the way it made me feel. It was maddening when I wrapped weak, dainty fingers around my neck and squeezed too gently. I was pissed when another hand snuck under my waistband, too-small fingers pushing in and out of me rapidly. I was so fucking embarrassed when I muffled a dirty scream with my hand, a name on the tip of my tongue.

I'm so horrified I've been having dreams about him ever since.

Quackity had called me the next morning and practically ruptured my eardrums screaming in excitement that Dream had finally asked me to come along the trip.

"That asshole! I thought he was never going to do it!" Quackity yelled into his microphone, inciting me to lift my headphones from my ears for a moment.

I laughed and let my headphones snap back snug against my ears. "Why did you guys choose New York of all places?"

"Easiest flight for George. Direct flight and doesn't cost much," Quackity answered, still overly enthusiastic.

"I see, I see," I hummed. "Why did you guys want me to come so bad anyway?"

"Well, it was Clay's idea," Quackity started, "and we all started marathoning your vods and catching streams to see what all the fuss was all about. I think Sapnap fell in love at first sight."

I snickered at that. "How are all of you such big fans of little ol' me?"

"Maybe it's the need for more diversity in the group." I had scoffed lightheartedly at his jab. "But, it's most likely the fact that you're talented, funny and just like the rest of us."

I smiled at his genuineness. "Oh god, don't compare me to George's humor, please." Quackity had let out a thunderous howl at that, slamming his desk repeatedly. It was over exaggerated laughter for no reason, but it got me going as well, forcing me into a wheezing fit.

That night, I streamed speedrunning with Quackity, who had cracked silly jokes and imitated many celebrities the entire time.

I quickly learned he was the easiest to talk to out of every streamer I had met so far.