dreamteam + friends x reader oneshots

dream x reader

cw: very light smut

word count: 1,312

Even though Dream was popular for streaming, you were one of the few people in his life that knew how much he also loved to read and write. Sometimes on a lazy Sunday afternoon, he would curl up on the couch with a new novel in hand, and wouldn't move until he was finished with it. Other times he would randomly get inspiration and immediately begin typing a narrative in the notes app on his phone. The way his eyes would dart from letter to letter when he would read and the concentration in his eyes when he would write would just light a spark in you for some reason. You had a thing for smart guys-- guys that were smart but not cocky about it, and who were confident in their intellectual abilities just lured you in for some reason, you just found it so attractive.

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It was only fitting that you met Dream in a bookstore one Saturday evening when you had trouble reaching one of the novels on the top shelf of a bookcase. Since you were in a mini skirt, you didn't bother trying to jump up and grab it. Innocently, you asked the stranger next to you for his help to grab the novel that was out of reach. "Hey, do you mind grabbing that navy blue book up there?" you asked, pointing to the novel you were looking for. He looked over six feet tall, so you assumed he would be able to do the favor.

Dream politely accepted your request with a nod and reached the highest shelf with no difficulty. As he reached up, you couldn't help but notice how his dirty blonde hair was slightly messy, his sunkissed skin, slight freckles and fanged teeth, how his black, cotton T-shirt hugged his broad shoulders, and how it was slightly rising above the waistband of his grey sweatpants to reveal some of his lower stomach. Realizing what you were doing, you mentally slapped yourself before your eyes could wander any lower and cursed yourself for staring so obviously. The stranger didn't seem to notice, thankfully. He finally grabbed the book but kept it in his hands and opened it. 

What you didn't expect, however, was for him to take it upon himself to be nosy about the novel of your choosing. "Ooh, I think I've read this one," he said, flipping back and forth through the pages. "I loved the end when he--"

"Shh!" you hushed quickly with a goofy smile, putting your finger to his lips. "I appreciate you grabbing the book for me, but there'll be no point if you spoil it!" Though you found him attractive, you weren't going to let this stranger ruin the experience of reading the novel your close friend had been recommending for months.

Dream silenced himself for a split second as your finger rested on his lips, but suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had remembered something. "You know," he said, as he grabbed the palm of your hand that rested near his lips with a devilish grin on his face. "It isn't exactly a clean book."

You blushed, slightly. "Well, I-I'm aware, thank you very much." You didn't want him to think you were one of those people who only read things like 50 Shades of Grey, it was a little embarrassing. Not that you hadn't read it or anything of the sort, but that was besides the point.

The dirty-blonde began approaching you slowly and seductively, forcing you to back yourself into a corner as you felt your back collide with one of the tall bookshelves behind you. He loomed over you with a certain look that intimidated you slightly, so you lowered your eyes. Dream used his pointer finger to trace the left side of your face down to your chin, tilting your head upwards and forcing you to make eye contact with him. You looked into his deep, emerald eyes-- you hadn't noticed how pretty they were, or how long his eyelashes were until now-- and your lips parted slightly. Your eyes quickly dropped to his thin lips that were curved into a slight smirk and you quickly met his eyes again.

'What in the Wattpad is going on with this guy?' you thought to yourself in disbelief. 'This literally only happens in romance novels. Is this really happening right now?'

As if you weren't flustered enough, Dream moved his face close enough to your ear that you could feel his long eyelashes brush against your cheek. His lips just barely grazed your ear as he whispered, "You must love that shit, pretty girl. Reading about all of those dirty things, wishing it was you." 

His words surprised you, and your face started heating up. 'He just called me pretty, among implying other things,'  you thought, letting your mind wander to places it shouldn't.

He continued, still whispering. "I saw the way you looked at me when I was reaching for this," he said, pushing the book into your chest. You held the book he pressed into you tightly against your chest. At this point, your face was flushed with a deep red from embarrassment, but also from how flustered he made you feel. Though your brain was still processing what was happening, the rest of your body was not; your heart pounded loud and hard enough that you could feel it through your chest, and you felt butterflies in your stomach and lower regions.

Dream backed away slightly, leaving a comfortable gap between your face and his. "Can I kiss you?" he asked charmingly. You wondered when his intimidating charisma switched back to such innocence, but you nodded as he locked eye contact with you.

And there you two were, in the back of the bookstore writing your own romance.

You melted as your lips connected, eyes falling shut and forgetting everything else around you. Dream started to move, pressing into the kiss and licking into your mouth. You shiver, surprised by how the kiss deepened but not complaining, and you dragged your hand up to his chest as you let out a slight whimper.

God, you had read so many stories like this but this...this felt like everything.

Dream pulls back abruptly, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. The two of you were breathing heavily, almost in sync. He let out a low laugh after seeing how visibly flustered you were. Slightly out of breath and blown away, you simply stared at him.

"Too much?" he asked, with a slight sense of worry in his tone of voice.

"Not at all," you replied, returning a soft smile. For someone who was an avid reader, this was a dream come true for you, but he didn't need to know that.

Dream checked his watch on his arm, looking up at you in a panic as he read the time. "I hate to leave you like this, but I was supposed to be somewhere twenty minutes ago."

Your smile slightly faltered, but you understood. You would probably never see him again, but you might as well enjoy what time you had with this captivating stranger.

Dream grabbed a pen from a pocket in his sweatpants, opened the novel, and messily wrote his number on the inside of the front cover. "Call me, pretty girl," he said, his charisma returning to the tone of his voice. "And as much as I love calling you that, I'd love to get your name."

"Y/N," you said sweetly, overjoyed that this wasn't goodbye. "And I never got yours, stranger."

"Call me Dream," he said. "Remember that for next time," he said with a wink, turning out of the aisle to leave the bookstore to wherever he was supposed to be.

You smiled to yourself as he walked away, hugging the book against your chest and knowing that there would be a next time you saw him.

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A/N: no song for this one, just self-indulgent wishful thinking haha! i was thinking of making a part two as i wrote this! i saw a post on instagram that inspired me, so if i write the next part it's gonna take a real turn. it's gonna be more "top" reader and "bottom" dream, so stay tuned ;) drink some water, take care of yourself, and thank you for reading!