Dream one shots

Beautiful

"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful."
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It's just an anonymous hater, that's all. So why is it bothering me so much?

"Foods ready!" Dream announced to the house, all of us heard scrambling out of bed and making our way to the kitchen where he prepared plates for us.

I sat down as the plate was sat in front of me, after kissing me on the head Dream took a seat between me and Sapnap, "Cooking stream later?" George asked us, he's been begging us to do one since he arrived to Florida.

"I'm down." Sapnap replied, shoving waffles into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"Sure, Y/n?" Dream asked, looking over at me with the familiar adoration in his eyes. I shook my head no, "I'm not really feeling it today, I'll help with the cameras though."

"Come on, you at least have to jump in for a little bit." George argued, I shrugged while eating. I didn't want to be in front of the cameras. Not today and maybe not ever again. Ever since Dream and I made our relationship public hundreds of hate accounts have appeared. It didn't bother me at first but then they started attacking my appearance, the way I dress, my makeup, my weight, everything.

"Not even for a few minutes? Babe, please?" My boyfriend begged, he knew all too well I wouldn't be able to say no to him. I thought for a moment, letting my eyes drift down to my plate, "Fine."

As I ate the guys joked around, sometimes flinging food at one another or trying to embarrass each other with old stories, "You three go food shopping and I'll hang back, clean up the food fight." I laughed, looking at the floor and seeing bits of food everywhere. I didn't mind cleaning up after them, it gave me something to do.

"You're the best." Dream smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on my lips before grabbing his keys and gesturing for the guys to follow him out the door.

When they were gone I gathered all the dishes, rinsing them off and placing them in the dishwasher like a game of Tetris. Taking a wash cloth I wiped the table down, scrubbing a bit where George had left maple syrup.

Once the kitchen was spotless after cleaning up after three over grown toddlers I wrapped myself in a fuzzy blanket and laid down on the couch. Scrolling through tik tok I sent some to Dream that I knew would make him laugh.

Dream❤️
Which one do you like?
*attached: 2 images*

He sent me two photos of more fuzzy blankets, he knew I was obsessed with them and had totes full but he just kept buying them for me. I wasn't complaining though, the more the merrier.

Y/n
Definitely the navy one, it looks softer

With a smile on my face I screenshotted the messages, scribbling out some of the old texts and posted it to Twitter.

Y/n @y/nl/n
Dream bought me another fuzzy blanket for my collection🥹
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Dream @Dream
Only the best for the best❤️

Then came the hate comments, I knew it was coming but I didn't think it would be this bad. Is it too much to ask for a girl to post about her boyfriend in peace? I guess so.

Hater1 hater1
Notice how he texted you? Lmao he doesn't want to be seen in public with you, honey.

Hater2 hater2
You'll never be good enough for Dream I don't know why you're still trying

Hater3 hater3
I can't be the only one who's thinks Y/n is ugly🤢
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Hater4 hater4
I'm w you! Did you see what she was wearing last stream? Gag.
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Hater3 hater3
LMAO like girl, humble yourself and wear clothes that fit😳

I felt uninvited tears spill onto my cheeks and threw my phone across the couch, trying my best not to fall into a fit of sobs.

A mix of anger and sadness coursed through my veins as I got off the couch, trudging down the hall and into my shared room with Dream. Going straight for the closet I began ripping clothes off the hanger, throwing them into garbage bags. Frustrated yells left my chest as item after item was thrown in the trash bag, stopping for a moment to look at myself in the mirror.

"You'll never be enough for him." I whispered to myself, grabbing the mirror and flipping it around so I didn't have to look at myself. I was starting to believe all the words I've read.

I was so caught up in my thoughts and cries I didn't even hear the guys enter the house or Dream enter our room, "Y/n? What are you doing?" He asked, walking towards me. I jumped and dropped the garbage bag, pushing his hands away.

"Don't!" I yelled, using one hand to push my hair back. When my eyes locked with his I saw the pain in his eyes seeing me this way. I'm sure I looked horrible, eyes red and face stained with old and fresh tears. "None of my clothes fit, I want that mirror gone! Can you just-" I paused, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling a sob, "Just get it out of here."

"Baby, let me hold you for a second, yeah?" He spoke softly, scared to say the wrong thing as if I'd break. His arms opened and this time I let my body crash against his, his hand rubbing my back.

"Dream I can't do it anymore, they hate me. They all hate me!" I cried, doing my best to slow my breathing so I would calm down.

"Y/n..." He breathed, "Look." Grabbing the mirror and flipping it around the other way I shoved my face into his chest more, not wanting to look at myself. "Look at how beautiful you are."

"I'm not beautiful, Dream." I protested, voice muffled a bit by the fabric of his sweatshirt. Gently grabbing my shoulders he spun my around, brushing my hair out of my face with his hands and resting his head on top of mine.

"Look in the mirror and tell yourself you're beautiful." My eyes looked up at his into the reflection, his gorgeous green eyes staring right back at mine.

"But I'm not—"

"Yes you are, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out. You are sweet and kind and funny, you light up every room you walk into with just your smile. Maybe my words won't make you believe that but yours will.." As he spoke his hands trailed down my arm until our fingers interlocked with one another's, the tears streaming down my face had finally stopped. My breathing had slowly and I felt my heartbeat returning to its normal pace.

"You're beautiful." I whispered to myself.

"Louder." He encouraged. I felt ridiculous talking to myself.

"You're beautiful." I spoke more confidently this time, my voice at its usual octave.

"Me and you are going to stand in front of this mirror every morning and every day you're going to say something you love about yourself." I smiled and turned around to look up at him, "I'll start," He continued, "I love that you do everything you can to make me the happiest man in the world."

"I try my best." I replied, feeling a lot better now that he was here.

"You don't even have to try. Now let's go cook some food." Grabbing my hand we walked out of the room and joined our friends in the kitchen.
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