Could I get CC!Dream x F!reader with childhood friends to lovers and fake dating?
Now I wonder why childhood friends to lovers goes so well with Dream...
Pairing: CC!Dream x Fem!Reader
Childhood Friends to Lovers - Fake Dating
If you told eleven-year-old you that you'd be pretending to date your best friend, you would've called the cops on the crazy lady. Except here you are, pretending to date your childhood best friend.
Dream was the only person you'd ever even consider doing this for, and he had a good reason. It was just to get fans and his family off his back. His fans were persistent, and God knows his family has been rooting for you two to get together for a long time now. Everything just made sense for you two to just... pretend. Only for a little while.
Except that "little while" tipped into a month, then three. And now you're sitting next to Dream at his streaming setup, about to greet his millions of fans live for the first time.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. Millions of people were about to give their opinions on you without editing, and thousands were doing it live. Something like this could ruin your life.
"I'm right here if it gets too much, okay?" Dream asks, taking your hand in his and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
It's because you're fake dating. Even if no one is around. He's just gotten so used to doing it in public that he'll do it in private now. That's it, nothing more.
You can't let yourself hope for more.
"I know. I'm just scared they won't like me, y'know?"
"No, I don't know. You're an amazing person, okay? Everyone loves you. Everyone will love you. I promise."
“You can’t promise that.” You point out, rolling your eyes.
“Yes, I can. Besides, I can always just ban them. Ready?”
You take a deep breath in and then release it. “Yeah.”
He doesn’t let go of your hand when he presses the “go live” button, and for that, you’re infinitely grateful. People flood in chat, already asking questions about you and rejoicing there’s a Dream facecam stream.
“Holy shit.” You breathe, eyes on the view count as it steadily ticks up.
“I meant to hide that.” Dream groans, reaching over you to use his mouse to turn it off.
“Sometimes I forget how fucking famous you are.”
“It’s my superpower. Anyways, hi! Hi guys! How are you? Good? Who is this? This is my girlfriend! From the photos and the stories!”
“Hi!” You give an awkward wave. “Uh, I don’t know what to say.”
“We’re just going to answer questions and stuff.” Dream explains for you.
“Easy questions please, I will die live on stream.” You beg.
“I’ll take the hard ones.”
“You’re hard?” You ask, seizing your chance to make the joke.
“THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID!”
“But you’re not denying it-“
With a shove, your chair is sent out of frame. Dream’s push is too forceful though, making the chair tip. In your panic you don’t even think about getting out, just screaming and going down with your chair like a captain and their ship.
“Oh my God, are you okay?” Dream asks immediately, abandoning his chair to help you up.
“Yeah. But you broke the chair.”
You take his hand, and he hauls you up before bending to pick up the broken wheel from your chair. Not even twenty minutes in and you’ve already broken it.
“Take mine.” He offers.
“It’s your stream, I’m not-“
“My stream, my rules. Take my chair.”
Well, you weren’t going to decline it a second time. His regrets were his to live with, not yours. Within seconds you’ve taken up residence in his much nicer chair.
“Sorry about that, Dream broke my chair.” You explain to the viewers. “Uh, questions?”
Dream ends the stream about thirty minutes and a shit ton of questions later. Most of your answers were surprisingly truthful—how you met, favorite memories—but Dream did have to bullshit how you two started dating.
“That went well.” You say, spinning your chair around to face him.
“Did you think it’d go bad?”
“Well yeah. We’re lying about dating, it’s a recipe for disaster."
"...Right." Dream nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Speaking of, when exactly are we ending it?"
"Ending what?"
Okay, you've been friends with Dream for a very long time. Too long, sometimes. But you've known each other long enough to know when he's acting oblivious and when he's actually oblivious.
“This whole fake dating thing. We can’t let it go on forever, what about when we actually want to date someone?”
That wasn’t the real reason you were asking, but he didn’t need to know that. The problem was that you didn’t want to break up. Which was exactly why you had to before you were too far in.
He frowns, just a little, and you panic. You don’t mean to make him feel bad about this, really. Internet and family pressure fucking sucked, and you were more than willing to help out.
“Not that I’m not having fun!” You blurt out. “This is fun!”
“It’d make the most sense to break up tonight, I guess. Blame it on the pressure from the livestream.”
Hang on, you didn’t mean to break up right that second! Although fake dating Dream was a little weird at first, you got used to it. You got to know a slightly different side of him, one you quickly came to love just the same as the one you grew up with. Detaching yourself from that would require time, more than a few seconds.
“Okay.” You speak past the lump in your throat, desperately trying to ignore how you didn’t want this to end. It just had to.
Out of all the people you’ve dated, he’s been the best. He took you on dates, posted the cringiest photos of you. And it was fucking fake!
Really, how could anyone blame you for falling for him?
“So, um. That’s it then?” You ask, fiddling with your hands. You’re still in his chair, looking up at him. Maybe you should leave?
“What? I’m not a total dick, Jesus. I’m at least going to break up with you at a nice dinner.” Dream laughs.
“Aw, you’re giving me the full relationship experience!” You jokingly gush, holding your hands to your heart. A part of you is thankful for the fact you get the rest of the day to prepare yourself.
“I’m a true gentleman.” He agrees. “Now help me pick out an outfit that screams ‘I’m about to break your heart.'"
“Only if you help me pick one that screams ‘I think you’re going to propose.’”
“Deal.”
He sticks out his hand, and you shake on it.
———
This was a bad idea.
Sitting across from Dream, trying to keep all your focus on eating your food, a sense of dread just kept growing. Dating him wasn’t real, you shouldn’t be dreading the end this badly. It’s for the best, anyways. He didn’t like you the same way you liked him.
Part of it was your own doing. The outfit you helped him pick out looked good on him, too good. As if you really needed another thing drawing your eyes to him.
“I still can’t believe you chose Pepsi over Coke.” Dream says, breaking the silence.
“The waitress would’ve thought we’re a Coke-only couple.” You reason.
“We aren’t?!”
You laugh, rolling your eyes. Ever since the first day you met him, he refused to drink Pepsi over Coke. He laughs with you, but it quickly dies out.
“Is it weird I’m nervous?” You ask. “To fake break up?”
“I’m nervous too! But not for the same reason.”
Huh? What else would he have to be nervous about?
“Are you nervous about making a scene in front of everyone? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my heartbreak to a minimum.”
It was true. Dream would never have to know you wished this was all real. It was better this way: to lose hope of a romantic relationship in favor of keeping a platonic one. He was practically the other half of you. Some of him was better than none.
“Okay.” He nods to himself before putting his hand palm up on the table.
You hesitate, but he raises his eyebrows at you, so you slide your hand into his. His hand is unnaturally warm, even for him, the guy that always seemed to run warm. He’s nervous, more than you.
“My wonderful, beautiful girlfriend.” Dream begins grandly. “It is time for our relationship to end. I simply cannot go on like this.”
A laugh finds its way out of you at his dramatics. Somehow he always finds a way to make you laugh.
“Well, my dear boyfriend, you will always be my favorite ex-boyfriend in my heart.” You play along.
“Great. Now we’re broken up.”
“That we are. Back to being best friends.”
You go to pull your hand away from his, but he tightens his grip on yours just slightly. It’s nowhere near tight enough to hurt, but it’s enough to suggest not pulling away.
“Wait.” He awkwardly clears his throat, slowly flushing red.
“What?” You ask, confused. You’ve broken up, the fake dating thing is over.
“My stupid, amazing best friend." It's somewhat of a repeat of what he just said, but clearly more serious. "I asked you to pretend to date me to put off pressure, and you did. But throughout the three months we pretended to be in love, I realized I wasn’t fucking pretending. You would’ve thought after my parents asked if we were dating for the thousandth time I would’ve figured it out, but nope. It took us pretending to date for me to realize. So, will you go out with me? For real this time?”
“What?” You ask dumbly.
Of all the ways you’ve thought about this dinner going, this wasn’t one of them. Although you probably should’ve seen it coming, really. You and Dream always did seem to share the same thoughts.
“I’m asking you to date me. Not for anyone else this time, just for us.” After a second of your silence, he gives a small smile. “As much as I love the fact I’ve finally made you speechless, I’m kind of freaking the fuck out.”
“I- sorry, yes. Holy fuck, yes.”
Dream laughs loudly. “How long have I been fucking blind?”
God, he could read you like a fucking book.
“Way too long.”
He lets go of your hand to grab his coke and hold it in the air. “I feel like we should cheers or something. Celebrate that you didn’t turn me down.”
“Celebrate that some crushes end in romance.” You suggest, raising your Pepsi.
“How about to it being real this time?”
Your glass clinks against his, both of you speaking at once.
“To you not being blind.” You joke.
“To it being rea- hey!”
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