ᴍᴄʏᴛ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ // ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴍᴘ

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ

Pairing: Dream x Reader
Trigger/Content warnings: Drinking, implied sex
A/n: haha guess who's back? I have no excuse, I'm just a massive procrastinator and dsmp is not my fixation anymore. I'm working on other Oneshot books so I'm probably just gonna finish all the fics I'm writing, publish them and stop writing in this lol. Have this for now as a peace offering of my absence 😇. Not edited btw I'm far too lazy rn.
Word count: 1086

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-Songfic-

"Clay come here" a mischievous smile on my lips, he leans in and I grab his head putting my mouth close to his ear "I love you" I leaned against the arm of the couch letting go of his head, "y/n, you're drunk" my best friend responded, his hand over his mouth covering his smile. I furrowed my eyebrows together and stretched my body out over the couch "no I'm not, Clayyyy" I swung my arm at him and ended up on the ground, "owww" I groaned.

Clay let out a laugh and kneeled over "y/n let's get you home, you're wasted" I quickly stood up "no Clay, I'm not even that drunk" I grabbed his hand and dragged him to a table filled with beverages, grabbing two shot cups and pouring Vodka into them. I handed one to Clay, "you need to drink more" he shook his head and I frowned "y/n I'm your ride home" shrugging I downed the first shot, it stung my throat as I swallowed it and I tilted my head back drinking the other shot. "y/n slowdown."

* * *

"Clayyy don't go, I need you" I grabbed his arm and he rolls his eyes, "I'll be back in a bit. George watch her until I get back" he ripped his arm from my grasp and I slumped over against the wall sliding down it.

Minutes later I'm sobbing and Clay comes back sitting next to me. "wait, George" I sniffed and wiped my eyes clumsily before grabbing his face, "you're like. . . colour blind. How many fingers am I holding up?" George giggles - being a little less drunk than me - "y/n that's not how it works"
"Ugh, are you sure?" I stick my tongue out at the brit and he mimicked it back at me childishly.

Clay handed me and George a glass of water and I drank it, spilling a bit on my shirt, "you're too nice Clay, you're always taking care of me . . . We should get married or something" George spat out his water laughing loudly while Clay stands up with a flustered look on his face, unnoticed by me. "What's so funny, George?" I squint my eyes at him with a challenging look, I punch him in the arm and he frowns. "Nothing. Quit hitting me," he pouts, "maybe I'm just hitting on you," I say jokingly and stretch my arms out in a yawn.

* * *

"You're so lame," I complained which Clay responded with a chuckle. George was sitting in the back of Clay's car, on his phone. "There's no party to be at anymore, get in the car," he said lightheartedly trying to drag me to the car to which I insisted on staying outside. "It's freezing out here," he wraps his arms around himself, if it was cold the alcohol kept me warm and I couldn't even tell. "I like it out here," I walked closer to the dirty blonde, looking up at him as he was a bit taller than me. "Y/n seriously we should get home," he averted his eyes from mine for a moment before looking back at me. I place my hands on his chest, he felt cold and I couldn't tell if his face was red because of the cold wind or if it was blush.

We stood still for a moment, our breaths mingling and for a moment we both held eye contact, my heart hammered in my chest and it felt like butterflies were fluttering about inside my stomach. Although that could've been the alcohol. "Do me a favour," I pause letting in a shallow breath, "and kiss me until I can't breath," I tried leaning up to him and our lips almost touched but a sudden loud noise startles me and I lose my footing, falling off the curb. "Get a room," George yells from the car window before quickly sticking his head back into the car. I groaned as Clay held out his hand, helping me up off the road, "let's go," Clay says again, avoiding eye contact and I nod my head following him into the car.

* * *

When I woke up I was laying in a room I didn't recognize immediately until I realized it was Clay's bedroom. An arm is draped around my middle and I look over to see a shirtless Clay, sound asleep next to me, sweat in his short hair. A smile crosses my face as I look at his sleeping form. I was wearing one of his shirts along with a pair of his boxers, the room was dark and the only source of light was moonlight which was shining through a crack in the curtains.

I wiggle out of his arms, sitting up at the edge of the bed and rub the sleep out of my eyes. My bare feet hit the cold wooden floor as I walk to the window, throwing open the curtains along with the window. The cold breeze hits my face, it felt refreshing over the stuffy hot air trapped in the small room. I leaned on the windowsill, breathing in deeply taking in the cool night air through my nose.

Arms wrap around me, slightly startling me at first, "come back to bed," Clay's sleepy voice whispers in my ear sending a shiver through my body. "In a minute," I whisper back, Clay kisses my cheek and buries his face into the crook of my neck, leaving soft kisses down it. "Now," he replies lazily, and for a moment we just basked in each other's presence. My eyes closed, I was already falling asleep so I turn to face him, "okay fine," I follow him back to his bed.

The moment we're laying back down his arms wrap around me and he pulls me into his chest. His grip was firm but also soft and comforting, my eyes felt heavy and they drifted closed. The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Clay's soft voice whispering "I love you".