💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter four || sleep stream

Art by @kiwigxrris on Twitter

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He was almost in a daze, a feeling warmer than the colour of amber, but not the usual bright orange, but a soft ruby pink.

incent couldn't think straight, quite literally. He may be intelligent, but he isn't the best when it comes to love.

The only experience he has truely had was a couple of high school romances, but nothing big.

To make things even more embarrassing, he hasn't had his first kiss, so his mind is obviously a massive daze, with so many emotions surging through him.

Mind you, over a poke. Maybe the French man was just too caught into his eyes- the sweet eyes of Clay, that formed out what felt like islands, whole worlds of sweet bliss.

But he couldn't feel this way. He was straight, ans he didn't know what Dream identified as, so he couldn't possibly love him.

Love? Was that the right word, he didn't know, but that small touch felt like a part of him had opened.

He finished emptying the cat food into Ian's bowl, washing the empty tin and putting it beside the recycling, and the little cat food spoon he had with the rest of the cat food after a quick rinse.

Ian purred as Vincent moved his hand through the cat's soft fur, continuing to eat happily.
The French man stepped back from his cat, putting his face in his hands. What he didn't expect was that Dream had found his way over to Vincent.

"What's wrong, Frenchie?"
Clay asked, his voice as curious as it had always been, a smile on his face.

Vincent lifted his head up, turning around to face Dream, smiling back at the other male.

"Uh, yeah. I'm good. You?"
Vincent asked, not really knowing what to do, feeling a bit awkward.

"Oh, I'm good. Just wanted to check in. You just left a bit suddenly, that's all."
Dream replied calmly.

The French man didn't really know what to say, apart from murmuring a quick, 'I'm good,' and looking back down at his cat.

"Know anything we can do? I'm bored."
Dream complained, before waving his hand in front of Vincent's face, as he was simply staring into the abyss at this moment in time.

"Did you hear me? Hello? Frenchieee??"
Clay snapped his fingers, almost making the French man jump.

"H-huh? Oh, I was just.. thinking about what there is to do."
Vincent replied at last, looking back at Dream. Whatever he thought, Clay was still a nice friend when you got to know him.
"My setup is a bit messy but if you're up for it.. maybe a sleep stream?"

"What time is it again?"
Dream asked, being the curious person he is.

"I don't know, 10pm guess?"
Vincent replied, stretching quickly.

"Well, sure I guess. It's been forever since I've slept on a floor."Clay joked, a wide grin taking over his face.

The French man smiled back once again. How could he not? The male's grin always seemed to make Vincent happy, no matter what. That's what he thought of it, at least.

"Hold on, I'll go get a couple pillows and some blankets, just wait in my setup- the one closest to the front door.
"Vincent said in his French accent as always, exiting the room without much hesitation.

Dream sighed, making his way to the room Vincent had told him to wait in. That's where he blinked, taking in the nicely set up room. The hue was purple, and in the middle of the room was his iconic setup.

He sighed, sitting down on the ground awkwardly, not really knowing what else to do but wait.

It didn't take long at all before Vincent entered the room, throwing two blankets and two pillows onto the floor.

"Okay, you set up the blankets and pillows while I get the camera and stream up."
Vincent said calmly, before walking up and moving his gaming chair to the side, and adjusting a few things.

"Sounds... interesting."
Clay smirked, which made the French man blush slightly. Thankfully though, the stream wasn't up yet so no one could see his flustered face. Not even Dream..

Whilst Vincent continued clicking around, Clay had neatly placed the pillows and blankets, so now he was seated cross-legged, waiting.

"And... the stream is up.. I think they can see us now."
Vincent broke the slight silence that had engulfed the room. In return, he got a quick, 'mhm'.

The French man adjusted the camera, and added text into the corner of the stream.

"Hey, what should we do for a hundred dollars?"
Vincent asked, looking over at Clay.
"Hmm.. remember the sleep stream between you and Skeppy? Well, how about we have to slap eachother?"

"Seems good."
Vincent sighed, quickly typing it up.

$10 - TTS
$20 - Song
$100 - Slap

"Hello stream."
Vincent earraped the viewers by leaning into his mic, earning a few responses in the chat.

It went something like this, to say the least. It went wild.

ScarletWhite
Ow
Zafi20
Oh no my ears
CrissTheAlphaWolf
Hi
Skephalo14
Who is that
A6dstan♡♡
Is that BBH
Nocturalskies
Ow
Photosynuette
Hello
CelestialDino
Oui oui

Dream giggled, getting up on his knees to look at the live chat.
"Nice messages you got here."

"Shut up, Smiley."
That sent off a load of Dream6d messages, and a lot of screaming.

A couple minutes pass and two one hundred donations come in, and unfortunately Clay had to take both the slaps to the face. Which hurt a bit, if anything.

Both the males settled down over time, curling up in their blankets and resting, knowing how sleep streams go, they'd never get an ounce of sleep.

Well, guess what? You'd be surprised how calm this stream was despite all the shipping-related messages and donations.

🌪 || Short Timeskip || 🌪

Vincent curled himself up in a ball, surrounded in a small blanket cocoon he made, his face hidden under the mass of blanket.

On the other hand, Clay was fast asleep at this point, not accustom of the ways of the French man staying up for a long time.

Well, it was all calm with happy fans donating sweet messages until someone donated romantic music. This only made Vincent hide under his blanket further, curling up.

Clay slept through it all, and the French man was relieved when the music stopped. He blinked multiple times, his eyes growing heavy.

He rolled over to the side that Dream was on, staring at the sleeping male. Clay seemed all so peaceful, and fast asleep, so surely he wouldn't mind if be moved closer?

This all felt like a cute clichè high school romance story, but Vincent found him slowly scooting closer to Clay, until he rested his head against the male's shoulder.

What Vincent didn't realise was that that Clay opened his eyes, soon before the French man fell asleep against him.

"No homo."
Clay whispered just loud enough for tthe stream to hear, as yet again the chat bursted into a shipping crisis.

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