I blink, heart suddenly in my throat. I try and swallow it back into my chest to no avail. I continue to stare at my screen as the donation disappears. My mouth falls open in an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. I turn my attention to my chat, zooming by at one thousand miles per hour. It's not at all a secret I'm quite in love with the Minecraft speedrunner. My chat doesn't let me forget that, in fact it's the only topic of discussion at this very moment. "Uh, Dream," I stutter out eventually, "thank you." or A Twitch streamer gets a donation from her idol. -there is smut in this story! pls dni if it makes you uncomfortable-

Next person after next, waiting for my shift to end. I call the next person in line over to me and start with my normal greeting as well as "do you have rewards?" His voice was familiar, but I couldn't quite pinpoint it. -------------- dream x reader (she/her, fem!) reader's pov at all times unless specified otherwise spotify playlist based on this book: (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Kp0kUO9HDkGd2k0458bsP?si=YMTxOCmAQGqtdyhrtPf4YQ&utm_source=copy-link)