Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 1 - Clay like the pottery kind?

Hello! Welcome to this fic. I haven't posted a fanfic since the 2013 days on fanfiction.net, and I don't know exactly what I'm doing. I'm also taking a break from writing my novel to put together this little thing. I don't know where it's going to go, but we'll see! Thanks for reading. Leave all of the comments you wish! I love reading them.

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You stared at your computer. It stared back.

You cursed at it. It didn't respond.

It's a fucking laptop, of course it didn't respond, idiot.

You hated getting your brother to help you with technology. He was always a prick about it. He was a streamer; he had to know how computers work. You? Yeah, definitely not a streamer.

You knew about his community. Not everything, of course. The Minecraft community got a bit out of hand at a lot of places, so you tried to keep your distance so that you didn't see anything that you didn't want to see. The fanfiction that you've heard about from George...ridiculous. Hearing about your brother or his friends in situations...yeah, no thanks. You'll stick to knowing the bare minimum for now.

Your laptop had a virus. Or two. Maybe three. At most, six. Despite George knowing everything about coding and computers, you never tried to learn anything yourself. You refused to, in fact. Unfortunately, your stubbornness also meant that you also refused to ask for help, especially from your brother. Along with the viruses on your laptop, the internet had stopped working and it also wasn't charging properly. There were a few problems, to say the least.

You groaned when you realized that you did in fact need help.

Before exiting your cave of a bedroom, you slid a sweatshirt over your head and shuffled to George's room. The sweatshirt was black, with a shiny gold smile on it. It was one of his gamer friend's merch, that he had an extra of. You accepted it, thanking him for his generous addition to your ever-growing surplus of hoodies that you've been accumulating for a couple of years. You didn't watch him, George's friend who gave him the merch, but you knew that they were really close friends. George had at least one of each of his merch hoodies.

You knocked on the door softly. He wasn't streaming; he usually let you know when he would be. That, or you could tell by the screaming. George was always screaming. You wished that the house had noise-proof walls, but unfortunately it didn't. Ever since he came back from university, he had kept you up night after night because of the shouting. But, you couldn't complain. He did make more money than anyone in the house, combined.

You heard him speak for a moment before he cracked the door open slightly. "Hello," He said.

"Are you busy?"

"No, not really. I'm just on a call with Dream." Ah, Dream. That's his name.

You held your laptop out in front of you, your head dipped down in shame. "My laptop's a piece of shit. I need help."

George cracked a smile, taking it from your hands. "Is it a piece of shit or are you just incompetent?"

You huffed, pushing his door open and sitting on his bed, crossing your legs under you. "Is both an answer?"

"No, actually."

"Well, then it's not the latter."

He rolled his eyes, sitting down at his desk with it. He picked up his headset and unmuted himself. "Hey, Dream, I've got to help my sister with something really quick. I'll be back in a second."

You couldn't hear Dream's response. George muted himself again, and got to work on the laptop.

"So, what's wrong with it then?" George asked, pulling up the settings.