DreamSMP Short Stories DISCONTINUED

Finding Me (Dream x Fem!Reader)

The Dream SMP.

That was my new home.

It was hard to say goodbye to my parents. My siblings not so much.
I would obviously miss them, as they would me but I was ready to explore.
People say time alone from family lets you discover yourself. For my sake I hoped that was true.

I had moved into my space of this massive house with three other people.

Clay. Who invited me to this lovely new world. Clay had dirty blonde hair that would curl at the ends. His eyes were a blinding neon green, that would sparkle in the morning sun. He often wore a darker green jumper but during the summer he rather wore a white shirt with a dopey outlined smiley face. He had just recently turned 21 and was 6'3. He would tower over me.

Nick. He was a little energetic for being 18, but once Clay introduced us he became a close friend. Nick had fluffy black hair that he tied with a white bandana to keep his hair off of his face. His eyes were a navy blue, which didn't stand out as much as Clay's green eyes. He often wore a white shirt with fire on it and paired it with black jeans and a long sleeved black shirt underneath. He was 5'10, meaning he didn't tower over me as much.

And George. He held a foreign accent like my family. George wore a blue shirt with a red and white logo in the middle. The logo had faded so it was hard to see what it used to say. He also wore a white pair of glasses. Originally I believed they were sunglasses by the dark lens but was later told that the glasses help him see colours better as he was colourblind. George was close to my height being 5'8. He was the oldest in our group being 24, but he slept majority of the time to be seen as in charge.

Clay was the leader of this group. No one would admit it, but it was the truth. This was his land he inherited, this was his house that he let us move into.

A house filled with young adults would naturally result into chaos. There was no doubt about it.

But our group proved that wrong. We all got along and we all would help each other out.

One year it had been since I moved away from home, and I wouldn't change a thing.

The DreamSMP was my home.

~| Flashback 1 year ago |~

"So Y/n, where are you from?"

"Not far, just north of the forest."

Clay and I were sitting on some logs that I had sanded down for when I was tired.

"How come I've never seen you here before?"

"We must have never crossed paths, this place is my second home. Everything you see here is because of me."

"Second home? What's wrong with your first one?"

"Nothing! It's fantastic." I lied through my fake smile.

"Y/n we may have just met, but I can tell when people are lying. So what's up?"

"It's just that I grew up with three brothers, my mother passed away when I was little protecting the things she believed in. So a house filled with four men becomes a little difficult. Don't get me wrong I love them to death, it's just that I need space to regain myself. They all know what they seek in life, they have goals. I on the other hand wake up wondering what I'll be eating for breakfast."

I blinked back my words in my head,I had just spilt my entire guts to a man that I'd just met. That's not normal. Right?

Clay seemed to have ideas flood through his mind, to busy to notice me getting up and practicing my shooting again.