Multifandom Imagines

Dream/Clay - Part 3

Clay’s uncontrollable laughter covers the lyrics of the songs you left on shuffle in your bedroom, as you cook yourself dinner while on a Facetime call with him. You can see a tear escape the corner of his eye as he tries to stop himself. You smile with adoration, forgetting for a couple of seconds about the hot oil that was burning your skin.

A huge drop of oil messily lands on your hand, snapping you out of your trance. You jump away from the pan, covering your hand in a towel, pain visible in your eyes.

“Ow! Dammit, that’s gonna leave a sign!” you whine, only making Clay chuckle again.

He looks right into your eyes, a glimpse of concern visible in them, trying to make sure it wasn’t actually that bad. You smile to assure him your fine, as you submerge your hand under a flush of cold water. He seems to relax and then he finally speaks again.

“When we meet, I’ll cook for you every day” he smiles, while his blank stare seems to position him in the exact moment in the future.

“I’m not a great cook, but at least you won’t have to get burnt again, as long as I’m there.”

You tilt your head, confused by his plans. He never mentioned such plans to you before and you’ve been talking to him every single day for the past three and a half weeks.

You pick a plate from a cupboard and place the food on it, silently starting to eat the result of all your pain and struggle, while still thinking about Clay’s plans.

“You want us to meet in real life?” you suddenly ask.

Clay furrows his brows and looks you dead in the eyes, as if you asked a very stupid question and everyone knows Clay hates being asked stupid questions. You can’t help but feel a bit bad for asking.

“Well of course, silly!” he chuckles. “I thought it was obvious we would meet at some point. I even did a face reveal for you” he winks at you, a strand of his dirty blond hair falling on his eyebrow in a messy way.

“Hey now, I did a face reveal to you too. And I only did it for you, idiot, no other people” you stick your tongue out at him, scrunching your nose.

“I will never forget the looks of betrayal and shock on George’s and Sapnap’s faces when I told them I saw your face, but they didn’t.” Clay laughs loudly at the thought of the two boys’ reactions. “They didn’t even believe me at first.”

While placing the dirty plate in the sink, you laugh too, kinda regretting you didn’t get to see their reactions yourself. You can’t help but think Clay might be exaggerating the story a bit. Why would George and Sapnap even care that much about it?

“I’ll reveal my face to them too at some point. Maybe even after MCC.” you inform Clay, but also yourself.

Clay looks at you, smiling arrogantly, his green eyes slightly shinning because of the light coming from his phone screen.

“Don’t rush, though. I like being the only one to know how you look like. Makes it our little secret”

You feel your cheeks flush red. Those weird butterflies in your stomach make their presence felt. You and Clay never actually denied liking each other and you were never shy to flirt with each other in the most obvious of ways. But, despite all that, neither of you ever actually admitted to having feelings for the other.

Right when you open your mouth to answer Clay, you can hear the sound of a notification being received by both of your phones at the same time. You move to pick your phone from where you conveniently placed it on the counter. Meanwhile, Clay already opened the message. You can tell by his chuckle.

The message is from Sapnap, on the DreamTeam chat on Discord. You open it while smiling.

SaPiTuS nAPiTuS:

“you 2 idiot lovebirds better go to sleep rn, cause we have a championship to win tomorrow”

“Talking of the wolf…” you whisper, making Clay laugh.

“He’s right though, darling. We should get some rest, just to make sure we give our best tomorrow.”

You almost choke the moment you hear him call you “darling”. Sure, Clay has been extremely flirty these weeks, but he never called you such names.

“Darling?” you question, furrowing your brows.

He looks at you in a very calming and loving way, as if there’s something he wishes he could tell you, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Don’t you like it? I won’t call you like this again, if you don’t. I’m really sorry, it just came naturally. I didn’t mean to- “

“No, no, I- I like it” you assure him, smiling.

Clay tilts his head and smiles too, as you hit the light switch in the kitchen, turning it off, and rush to your bedroom, holding the phone with Clay’s face in front of you, to protect you from the dark hallway.

You close the door behind you and jump on your bed, throwing the blanket over your whole body. The only source of light under the blanket is the small amount of light coming from your phone screen. Clay laughs, making you flinch.

“I still can’t believe you’re scared of the dark” he teases you.

“Shut up, it’s actually scary!” you defend yourself.

“Yes, yes, the big bad darkness will come and bite you. No worries, my princess! I will protect you with my life!” Clay yells, changing his voice in a funny manner, to make it sound deeper.

You chuckle, deciding to play his little game. Taking the role of the damsel in distress, you sigh in a dramatic manner and speak with a shaky voice.

“Oh, my brave knight, please save me and I promise to grant you a magic kiss as soon as we return to the palace”

“So I protect you from something completely harmless and inoffensive, and I get a kiss for it? Count me in, princess!” he winks.

You scrunch your nose, trying to act annoyed that he’s making fun of your silly fear of darkness, but to no avail. You can’t get mad at him, he’s just so sweet.

“Damn you and your cuteness, I can’t get mad at you!”

“It’s a curse and a blessing” he laughs.

The two of you spend another half of hour talking about every and all meaningless subjects until Clay finally notices your eyes getting heavier and he realizes you’re about to fall asleep. He seems to shift his position in his own bed, in order to get a better hold of the phone as you struggle to stay awake.

Clay lovingly smiles, looking at you with his green soothing eyes.

“It’s okay, Y/n, you can fall asleep, I’ll hang up. Sleep well, darling” he whispers reassuringly.

And with that you drift off, the thought of Clay calling you “darling” holding you warm and shielding you from all the stress and nervousness for tomorrow. But what Clay didn’t tell you is that he didn’t hang up as soon as you fell asleep, but rather spent another 2-3 minutes listening to your calm breathing and looking at the barely visible in the dark features of your face, wondering how he could’ve been lucky enough to meet you. How could you like him of all people? Especially after he treated you so badly the first day.

He will never repeat that mistake. He will treat you like the princess you are and love you the way you deserve to be loved.

But right now, he should get some rest too, cause you have a championship to win tomorrow.

*Author's Note*
Someone recently commented on part 2 of this imagine to ask me to continue the story and they actually determined me to find some time to write, cause I have been so damn busy lately.
Also thank you so much for over 20k reads. That's so freaking much it's unbelieveable to me. Honestly thank you from the bottom of my heart.