||𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕜|| (Dream x reader fanfic)

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It's been a week since I've streamed, simply because I need to get my shit together. As I'm editing my latest video, Dream dm's me.
"Sliding into dms, I see." I mumble.

Dream
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Hey i wanted to know if you could be 5th hunter for my minecraft manhunt series?

Sure im down

Nice when u free to record?

I should be free tmr , that good?

Perfect thank you
Call?

Discord or do u want the number? :)

Definitely number sweetheart

Here "sweetheart"
1+ 1234567890

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A few seconds after he sees the message, he calls me.

"Hey." Dream has clearly just woke up. The morning voice on him is very apparent.
"Hello sweetheart." I respond as Dream let's out a dry laugh.
"Man this covid shit sucks. I'm stuck inside with my sister."
"Sucks to suck, my brother is out having surgery-"

Damien was extremely excited this morning, getting top surgery is something he's been wanting ever since he figured out how he felt with his gender. I don't think I've ever mentioned Damien being trans in any way since Dreams response was a concerned one.

"Oh wow, is he ok?"
"Yeah he's fine and he should be back soon, my father is there with him."
"Oh ok, that's good I guess?"
"yES IT PERFECT HE'S BECOMING THE MAN HE'S ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!"
I did not realize that I was screaming but Dream rolled with it.
"OH THATS REALLY COOL?"
"YEAH! I'M HAPPY FOR HIM!"

We were both yelling at each other happily while I hear my apartment door unlock.
"Dream shhhh.. He's here."
"Oh.. Ok.." Dream whispers.
The door opens to Damien, with a wicked smile on his face. I look at him with a grin quite possibly bigger than his.
"Dream, you're on speaker."
I whisper to my phone as I indeed do put him on speaker. Damien runs to me and hugs me, well kinda, he's trying to keep his chest as far away from me as possible to not have any pain there. He breaks the hug and looks at me dead in the eye.
"Y/n, I don't have tits anymore."
Before I can even respond we both turn to my phone, where Dream is laughing, wheezing, and cheering between laughs.
"Hey wanna talk to Damien, Dream?"
"I'd love too." He says while calming down.

As we all start talking and sharing interests, I suddenly feel, what I imagine is stress. It's in my stomach, it's giving me shivers. It makes me happy in a certain way. The more I think about it, the less it ressembles the feeling of stress. I honestly don't know what this feeling is, but, it doesn't bother me.

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"Y/n?" Dream asks.
"Huh? Sorry I was zoned out there."
"Oh well I've got to go make something for my sister since she's being kinda bossy." He's talking in a playful tone, it's sweet.
"Oh, ok, talk to you tomorrow?" I say as he audibly picks up his phone and puts it to his ear.
"Yeah, talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart."
"Uuuhg oh my god-" I hang up.

Damien look's at me, like he wants me to admit to something. I tilt my head at him in confusion.
"You're red." He responds. I continue to look at him in confusion until I fully grasp onto what he just told me.

"Damien stop fucking with me."
"I'd never lie to you." He's obviously enjoying this.
"Bs."
"C'mon, look at yourself, you're a tomato!"
"Nah, I'm good. Can you pass me my phone I'd like to go to bed now." I had my hand out towards him, the other was saving and closing my editing program.
"Get it yourself, 'sweetheart'~" Seriously Damien?
"Hey, what are you doing on his contact?"
"Admit that you were blushing there."

"Or what?"

Should not have asked if there was a 'or'.

"Or I'll call him!" Aha wha-
"Don't you dare."
"SAY IT!"

We started bickering, loudly.
"Euh, j'peu partir?"
(Euh, can I leave?)
We look at our father, who is obviously annoyed with us.
"Il faut que t'attend pour Damien, p'a."
(You need to wait for Damien, p'a.)
He rolls his eyes at us.

"Ok, fine, you win Y/n.." Damien says as he hits call. He finally passes me the phone.
"You little-"
"Toodles~" Damien walks out with father.

(Aahhhh this is ok- uh i will continue this with my free will apparently)