It's You || Dream x Reader [1]

Tea Dates and War

// PANIC ATTACK, MENTIONED/REFERENCED SEXUAL ASSAULT

"The fridge is our mum. Dadza fucked the fridge."

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Dream didn't get much sleep that night. He kept waking up with every tiny move you made. Whether it was you moving your leg or you adjusting your head against his chest, it always woke him up. He was paranoid. He was angry. His mind kept replaying the scene that had happened the night before. He wasn't the only one who lost a lot of sleep that night; Wilbur, Techno, and Phil hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. Neither did Kristin, but she had stayed up to keep Phil company. To help him take his mind off it by talking about all the people she had met throughout her life. Wilbur had just laid in his bed staring at the ceiling all night, his mind racing. Techno was out in the training fields all night, taking his anger out on the mobs and practicing dummies.

He looked down at you running his fingers through your long hair. That small movement woke you up, your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. Your cheeks were stained with tears and your eyes were bloodshot and puffy. "Good morning, Princess. Did you sleep okay?" You shook your head and buried your face back in his chest, your grip on him tightening. "I understand, my love. You have a tea date with Eret today. Do you need me to come with you?"

"Yes please..."

He nodded and sat up, pulling you into his lap so he could hug you again. "Do you want to take a shower? I can pick out your outfit and then talk to your father while you do." You were hesitant at first, you didn't want him to leave you alone. You didn't want to be left alone with your degrading thoughts or to remember what happened the night before.

"Can– Can you and Dad talk in my room so I'm not entirely alone?" You looked up at him, your once bright eyes were dull and glassy. Dream cradled your face looking into your eyes, his eyes trailing down to your lips.

"May I?" He asked lightly, rubbing your cheeks. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and leaned in, placing his lips against your soft ones. You easily melted into it, a soft sigh of bliss escaping your lips. You wanted to just sit there on his lap all day and kiss him, you felt safe with him. But, you promised Eret tea and you couldn't just back out on your promise. Dream placed a hand on the back of your head to hold it still while he kissed you more passionately, dragging his tongue across your bottom lip. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue inside, his piercing brushing against your tongue. Wrapped your legs around his hips, you held onto him tighter, your face flushing bright pink. He smiled into the kiss before pulling away, and a small strand of saliva followed before breaking. "You're so pretty.." he muttered, his hands now resting on your hips.

You huffed quietly and buried your face in his neck. "You have nice eyes, y'know..." you told him quietly, Dream's cheeks flush a light pink and he picks you up. You clung to him, nuzzling your face in his neck, kissing it softly. He hummed a soft tune entering the bathroom and sitting you down on the sink counter. He kissed your forehead before going to the bathtub and turning the shower on, putting the temperature exactly how you prefer it.

"I'll talk to him in your room, alright? If you need me just yell my name and I'll be there." You nodded and got down from the counter.

You chewed on your bottom lip, remembering your dreams from the other night. "Is your real name Dream...? or is that a fake name?"

He chuckled and helped you undress, "My real name is Clay, princess. You can use it when we're alone, now in the shower, you go." He held your hand while you stepped in, making sure you didn't fall. "Remember to call for me if you need help."

Your eyes widened a bit when he told you his name. Not fully expecting it to actually be Clay like the second "Dream" you dreamt about. You quickly nodded, giving him a small smile before pulling the shower curtains closed, letting the hot water beat against your back. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly and closed your eyes, the water slipping through your hair. Your body ached, muscles tense. But the smell of alcohol and nicotine came back. The memory of what he did–his hand sliding up your legs while his other gripped and pulled at your hair until your scalp was tender.