#𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙽, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗺𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ open for more info! dreamwastaken x fem!oc lowercase intended irl & social media au chalametpercs original cc 2021

[ Dream (Clay) x Female OC (Eliza) ] What happens when a coder girl gets asked to work on Dream's new minecraft video ❗Warnings❗ •This fic contains mature jokes. •The chapters that contain smut are extra chapters (they're not important to the plot) and will have disclaimers at the beginning so you can freely skip them without missing out on anything. ~~~ Enjoy!🧜🏼♂️

Tokophobia • the fear of childbirth or When popular Twitch Streamer BubblezBee finds out she is pregnant she is forced with the challenges of balancing her social life, work, and newfound pregnancy. To add ontop of that, her loudmouth friend introduces her to a group of content creators... and for some reason begins to fall for a certain faceless member. | oc × dreamwastaken |

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

Addiction isn't pretty. Clay's struggled with different forms of addiction for most of his life. This time, it's sex. Mature themes: Past self harm Sexual themes Addiction

"Fuck" I watch intently as the brunette across from me wipes the illegal evidence from his nose, flakes of the leftover white powder slowly spiral down onto the glass table before him. I've never been one to think drugs are attractive, in fact I've always despised the substance. They ruin a person, they tarnish a personality and creepily become a lifestyle. But here I am practically drooling at this mans feet. "You like what you see don't you?" He smirks, knowing damn well the feelings brewing in my stomach. I don't answer, I don't think my brain could process any words in the current situation. "Why do they call you Sapnap?" I hear a whiney voice to the left of me, suddenly very aware of how public we are. For a moment there we were alone.

dream x reader!! "shit that's the boss of the most dangerous gang" she mutters under her breath there's smut🙄 AYO #1 in xreader WTF #1 in minecraft WTF #1 in dreamteam WTF #1 in live WTF #1 in twitch WTF. #2 in dreamxreader #2 in dreamwastakenxreader #3 in dreamwastaken #3 in dream

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!

"I'd jump in the cadillac with you," I jokingly said. "Oh shove off," he replied as he turned away to hide his smile. u should just read the story u can click off if u happen to not like it ;)

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.