#dwt fluff

dream

probably has his own version of bridezilla going on: he's yelling at the planner, angry at how the venue looks, upset with the catering menu and how the invitations turned out despite how perfect they are

”clay, honey.” you turn his face to you and all the frustration is gone when he looks at you. ”hm?” ”the invitations are perfect,” you press a kiss to his cheek as you rub circles into his back, ”i promise.” he nods to you. ”everything's gonna be alright, okay?” again he nods and you kiss him, bringing a smile to both his lips and yours.

when you get into a bridezilla type frenzy he is absolutely not useful and you're both yelling at each other and if any outsider saw you two yelling they'd assume your marriage wouldn't last long

his mom is the one who gets the both of you to calm down, reminding you both that the wedding is only a public display of your commitment, and that all that really matters is how the two of you feel about getting married on the inside

clay who kisses your ring finger, just above your engagement ring every morning when you wake up and every night just before you let your exhausted rule your body and you fall asleep / and kisses your ring finger just after he's put your wedding band on it

wanted a colour scheme of white, green and a colour you thought would go with it

also definitely the type to refuse money from both of your families, claiming that he wants to show them how he can provide for you and you two will be fine without financial help from anyone even though it's really not that deep

when you get into a bridezilla type frenzy he is absolutely not useful and you're both yelling at each other and if any outsider saw you two yelling they'd assume your marriage wouldn't last long

his mom is the one who gets the both of you to calm down, reminding you both that the wedding is only a public display of your commitment, and that all that really matters is how the two of you feel about getting married on the inside

clay who kisses your ring finger, just above your engagement ring every morning when you wake up and every night just before you let your exhausted rule your body and you fall asleep / and kisses your ring finger just after he's put your wedding band on it

wanted a colour scheme of white, green and a colour you thought would go with it

also definitely the type to refuse money from both of your families, claiming that he wants to show them how he can provide for you and you two will be fine without financial help from anyone even though it's really not that deep

sapnap

absolutely believes in wedding superstitions: getting married on a wednesday, wearing a 'something borrowed' from people who've had long marriages, etc

and in honour of his greek heritage, he talked you into keep a sugar cube each somewhere on your person (it's said the cubes of sugar will sweeten your union)

aside from traditions and superstitions, he's very open to anything you want for the wedding

”baby are you sure there isn't anything you'd rather have?” you ask, eyes scrolling over the same venue and catering list again. he keeps an arm around your waist, smiling at your concentration. ”a hundred percent. whatever you want.”

one night after a couple of glasses of wine, you decided you two would be a little different and put your families on the wrong sides of the venue, his family behind you and your family behind him

very split menu, quarter greek food, quarter food of your choosing (or your favourites in your culture), and the rest of picked for you by the caterer

definitely has looked at both your first name with his last name and his first name with your last name in different fonts and handwriting styles

george

probably doesn't have any initial requests and only asks for little things as they come up during planning, like centrepieces for the reception that he knew his mom would like or the seating chart, again for the reception so he could move two people he knew would fight away from each other

also reminds you of little things while you're talking to all the professionals, like that a certain friend can't have garlic so the garlic bread is off the menu or another friend can't have meat so fish and salads have to be on the menu

lets you pick whatever colours you want, even if he couldn't see them (although let's be honest the main accent colour was blue)

always lets you talk to the professionals and even if it's his card being swiped, has you confirm all the details and prices

”darling, does this look right?” your eyes scan over the digital receipt and you immediately catch the error. ”no, there's a few too many centrepieces.” you point to the number and tap to bring it back down. he looks at you with such admiration while you do the simple task and it makes your cheeks heat up. ”george, what's wrong?” ”nothin', just admiring my spouse-to-be.” he smiles at you, putting an arm around your waist.

his only real request is to have a small registry, because he likes his things and he likes your things and doesn't want to replace anything just because a guest bought it for you

also he worked out playlists for every event leading up to the wedding and on the wedding day based solely on songs you told him you loves + like two songs he likes on each playlist

dream

this mf is texting his mom either asking her for a soup recipe or asking her to make for you because he remembers that soup always making him feel better when he was sick as a kid (and four months ago when he was sick, the soup helped then too 🙄)

when you push him away from you when he tries to hug you, he pouts like a baby

”clay, baby no, i don't wanna get you sick.” ”i don't care y/n i want to hug you. i promise you i'll be fine.” you look at him with brows furrowed. you knew he wouldn't be giving up all that easily so you give in. ”fine.” his eyes light up as he wraps his arms around you.

promises he'll be back in twenty minutes when his mom texts him that he can come pick up the soup and he is, bringing it to you in a mug

absolutely believes in home remedies and warmth solving all the sickness / meaning he's letting your snuggle into his chest and texting his mom about anything else she knows may help

also takes your phone when you complain about having a headache

makes sapnap tweet about him being so MIA from the internet

HOWEVER, that he absolutely takes selfies of him bringing you things and taking care of you for his snap story, because he's so silly like that

doesn't protest at all when you want to binge a show he doesn't like

but of course when you start to get better, he gets sick

”i can't believe i you got me sick.” he pouts and he is a little sarcastic in his tone but you only look at him with a slight scowl. ”i told you not to hug me clay. this is your fault.” ”you know what baby?” he looks at you but your scowl remains, ”it was totally worth it.” you nod to him. ”it better have been.”

sapnap

brings you over and settles you on the couch so that you get to have some social interaction, even if it's just his roommates when they come down to get water or snacks

takes you out for ice cream on the first day

always holding your hand when he's with you and walks you too and from the bathroom, almost as if he's scared you'll fall over and die

”sap i promise i'm fine, you don't have to walk me to the bathroom.” your boyfriend scoffs, hands hovering over your hips to make sure you don't fall. ”i'm not taking any chances darlin'.”

quick, light kisses at the backside base of your neck and on your shoulders

this guy buys like fourteen types of medicine and asks you which one you want to try because he doesn't know what'll work

when nothing works he asks his roommates and texts his mom

george gives him specific directions for scheduling and dream offers to get you food but that's all they can do / his mom and sisters come over and spend time with you, talking to you, making you food and doing your chores

also one day when his family is over to see you and you've given him approval, he does a valorant stream, smiling despite how many times he dies because he loves hearing your giggles mixed with those of his mom and sisters

his sisters definitely send him funny pictures of them and you and his mom laughing, to which he shows stream one of you posing in a funny way

also makes you do light exercise while you're sick so that you don't get worse

”c'mon y/n, i promise you this'll help.” ”i just wanna take a nap..” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, ”after these last two lunges i'll walk you back to the couch, okay?” all you do is nod at him, focused on getting back to your precious sleep.

george

at first he thinks you're kidding when you text him and tell him you're sick (mostly because that man is such a fucking germophobe)

when you call him, coughing, voice hoarse and nose red, he somehow lets go of every germophobic thought he's ever had and tells you he's coming to pick you up

you do not get to stay in your own home when you're sick, no you go over to his place, sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the couch and he acts like a real full-time care nurse

george sets the mug of tea down on the table next to the bed and smiles at you. your returned smile is weak. ”love is there anything else i can get you?” you shake your head and he looks down at his watch. ”alright, well in about thirty minutes you have to go to the bathroom again.” ”no i don't.” ”it's important while you're sick that you have regular trips to the washroom.” you look up at the ceiling, cursing yourself for falling for a man who acts like such a doctor.

– still absolutely refuses to let his mouth touch your skin while you're sick because he doesn't want to get sick himself

he will hold your hand or rub your back or your stomach, or even massage your shoulders but he washes his hands right afterwards every single time

george waking up every two and a half hours in the night to check on you, your temperature, if you need anything or to go to the bathroom, etc

also calls off all his streams despite the amount of times you told him it was fine and that you would be okay

”georgie i told you it's fine.” you try to protest but he's already turned his phone over and onto the tabled. ”nope, taking care of you comes first love.”

sleazin' and teasin', i'm sittin' on him.

you weren't quite sure how you got here or why you were here; in a short black dress, talking up a tall dirty blond with gorgeous green eyes, downing whiskey like it was nothing. scratch that shit, of course you knew why were here.

a little context if you care to listen, i find myself in a shit position. the man that i love sat me down last night, and he told me that's it's over, dumb decison.

your boyfriend had left you, after three years, with no explanation other than ”i can't do this anymore.”

and i don't wanna feel how my heart is rippin', fact, i don't wanna feel, so i stick to sippin'.

this wasn't the first time you'd been through a bad breakup, but this one was strange, it didn't make sense, which made it hurt ten times worse that it probably would've otherwise.

”so, how bad was the breakup?” the man who sat merely one stool away from you asked, and if you weren't already a little drunk, you would've spit out your drink at the forwardness of his question. ”excuse me?” you actually weren't entirely sure you heard him right over the loud music, but it still came out a little bit accusatory. he tilted his head at you, a grin spread across the lower half of his face, and god, were his smile lines pretty. ”i asked you a question sweetheart. you're out here, alone, talking to a stranger, with an assumed no way to get back to your own place with how much you're drinking. so, i reiterate, how bad was the breakup?” you were shocked by his words, but since he seemed to see your dilemma, you were straight up with him. ”alright. we were together three years. he left, no context, no reason. just left.” you admitted, and you expected to start crying, but you didn't. you weren't that drunk yet.

i ordered two more wines, 'cause tonight i want him.

he exhaled heavily, turning to signal the bartender just one more drink for you when you'd ordered two more. ”well then, what is it that you're hoping to get out of this..?” his head tilted the other in anticipation of hearing your name roll of your tongue. you took a second, the alcohol leaving a haze over your mind. ”oh, uhm, it's y/n.” he smiled at you, more genuine than his previous grin. ”i'm dream. now what is it, y/n, that you're hoping to get out of this, hm?” he asked, and your brain let the words out without processing any of them. ”simple. a hookup. a one night stand. wild, crazy sex to get my ex off my mind.” the taller man nodded to you as you downed your last drink of the night, ”i think we can arrange something like that.”

i was looking for a man who's on the same page.

before you knew it, you were slung on clay's arm, headed for the exit.

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you woke up in a strange bed. at first, you just felt around the sheets, double checking for a body beside you that was nowhere to be found. then you sat up, looking around the room and decidedly down at your lap, just to see your legs covered by clothes that weren't yours. ”fuck.” you'd muttered under your breath and almost as if on cue, dream stumbled out from the bathroom connected into the bedroom and into the next doorway. it was as if he felt your presence how he straightened up his posture in the last doorway and turned around. ”oh you're awake! hi y/n.” he gave you that crooked smile while wiping away at his eyes before giving you a small wave, leaning his shoulder against the frame. ”did'ya sleep well?”

”yeah. slept like a baby. uhm.” your sentences were short, concise, and to the point because there were other things on your mind. ”did we–” ”no.” he cut you off rather quickly. he took a few steps closer to the bed, to you and sat down on the bed. ”if we had sweetheart, you'd remember it.” he grinned, eyes on his fingers which played with the sheets between them. then his hand halted and his gaze shifted up to your eyes that were glued on him because even now, bedhead and all, he was beautiful. ”what do you remember?” his almost search yours for answers. you bring a hand up to your face and scratch at the back of your neck in attempt not to think about how much of a mess your hair must look at the moment. ”i remember the bar, i remember leaving the bar, i remember..” you trail off before looking away for a second. ”how much did i say about my ex?” you ask, a little embarrassed at the memory of starting to bare your feelings to a stranger. it being in a bar didn't help. ”at the bar? not much. just that he left and all you wanted was a hookup.” he shrugged and you exhaled, thank god. ”and i had every intention of hooking up with you.” he continued and you could almost feel the twitch in your eye, a wonder of what had gone wrong.

your hands twiddled with the bottom hem of dream's shirt you were wearing and you worked up the words to ask another question you were sure would leave you either a blushing mess or an embarrassed mess. ”so what happened then?” dream was gentle with his response because he didn't want you to feel bad. after all, how could he hurt the pretty girl in his bed, wearing his clothes? ”uhm, well the drive back here was fine, great even! but when we got back, in the uh, living room, you started crying.” for a split second, clay could've sworn he saw your eyes widen but he couldn't be sure because you'd thrown your hands over your face. ”is there anything else?” you peeked out with one eye from between two fingers. ”yeah, but uhm, let's get you something to eat before we talk about this, hm?” he asks, standing up, hand outstretched to you.

hesitantly, you let your hand fall into his and you follow him out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

”so, what can i get you stranger?” he smiles, and you sit down at the island as he releases your hand.