Hi Kait

hi kait <3 happy new year! hope this year is amazing for you and i’m wishing you the best! it’s so nice to see that you’re making a comeback to writing :) although i don’t read mcyt fics that much anymore, i’m so excited to see what’s in store! i know it’s gonna be great!

aw hailey, happy new year to you too!

thank you so much for always being so supportive, it means a lot !! :)

💌 ?

💌- diary or journal?

i'd probably say diary, i much prefer keeping my feelings to myself and i express them through writing <3

ask game

u are truly one of my favourite people on this app!! i wish i used discord more because that’s really the only place i can reach u LOL but i’ve been trying !! i just don’t really understand it tbh but i hope you have a great new year arielle <3

happy happy new years to everyone :))

just wanna say i really had an amazing year despite the rough start and end of 2021. i hope everyone stays safe and healthy!

here's some moots i'm extremely grateful for and i hope the sentiments similar under the cut

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my discount sbi moots aka @redhoodsoot @thatplanetmarz @genesisrose74 and @sharkie-pog !

i like to see them as my very first friends and my tumblr family :)) i'm so glad to have met them and have them deal with my nonsense without any sign of (serious) judgement.

they all also write some pretty banger fics if i'll be honest and are the main reasons why i decided to come out of my shell and write. i also love the little banter i have going on for each and every one of them, albeit most of it being siblings-esque banter.

they really helped me grow in terms of confidence in my writing and confidence in myself outside of the computer! they helped me learn that caring for yourself is not at all selfish and people are kind (and not weird old men) no matter where you are or what your life is like, you just need to let yourself learn who's good enough for you :))

next up is @hufflepuff-writings

kait was probably the next person i decided to reach out to on a risk of not knowing if she'll ever respond. they're a ray of sunshine i love talking to when i manage to catch her on the same time i'm on tumblr as well. i was so honored to be tagged into her event and just being in the same prescence as them in general so i hope to experience more in the near future!

the one and only @mcytmushroom

met shroom by chance and honest to god we practically message each other on a day to day basis now, usually on discords, most times on snap. i was really happy to make them comfortable enough to let us get as close to each other as possible and i really, really hope we stay that way because, honestly, i don't know what my life is like with this snarky little shit.

and then here we have @inniterhq

edgy teenager. that's all i can say. also, i remember seeing sapnap's feet on my feed because of art's little... anons. very horrifying, but a core memory i can't shake when i go on tumblr so this is a thank you but also fuck you /j for putting that there. i hope getting hammy cheek'd was good payback for the unsolicited feet pics.

along with edgy teenger is other edgy teenager @mitzimania

just wanna point out to everyone that i turn 21 next month and not some anceint age mitzi tells y'all. like art, i saw mitzi through my search feed and thought vir writing was really good. ngl, i was lowkey shy to even say anything to mitzi for a while before hiking up my big boy pants and actually talk to vir before i realized mitzi is a little edgy shit lord like art 😐

astrology bestie @earthtooz

the minute crystals were mentioned i just knew earth and i would be tight. also said "that makes sm sense" when i said i mainly had aquarius in my placements and that kinda made me laugh. i hope she enjoys my crystal updates even though they're lowkey annoying WUXHWH if you want your charts read at some point, please go to earth if she has time. also one of her fics made me cry so

and to my favorite steamer @cherios

like most of my mutuals, i stumbled into cher's streaming by chance and thought it was funny to make stupid jokes in chat. i haven't gone into streams in a while due to some family related blockades (i'm sorry cher 😐💔💔), BUT cher has some awesome stories and an even more awesome personality so please follow and enjoy the posts she makes!

also, my favorite streamer @mikeyinnit

very patient. lovely moot. please love mikey and his writing i think they deserve sm attention. they are also very fun to watch in terms of streaming and is working very hard with making connections! love love love mikey please love them as much as me :))

next up is @strawberrymilkgeorge

finally @sunniewrites

fizzy usually gets bullied by me and shroom ngl (esp with that one sven comment WUDHEH im sorry if that's too much LMAO) BUT fizzy is amazing, funny, and overall the sweetest person i met so i love having met them and i hope to talk to her more since everyone lowkey disappeared near the middle of the school year starting, including me. i promise i'll be more active on your server, fizzy ;-; i'm just a little awkward WHSHAH

@basilly , another edgy teenager

one if the contributors on the "arielle is old" joke but i couldn't have it any other way. just like mitzi, i was scared to approach basil until i realized that all of them remind me of littile chihuahuas harassing me 😌 /j we haven't talked much lately but i hope once basil sees this they have an amazing year!

a ray of sunshine, pun intended. hurt sunnie's feelings and you're seeing the end of my bully stick (a promise, not a threat). very happy of have met them and gracing my feed constantly!

some more people i'd like to thank: my anons! don't think i haven't forgotten you guys i miss y'all 😩 playlist anon is the most active (and is also a beta reader for one of my fics so very grateful for my ading for that) BUT i love every single one of y'all for asking to be my anon and i hope to hear from you guys more :))

i'm also very grateful for my followers! we're at around 700+ right now and that's honestly amazing! i'm so happy my writing makes you guys happy enough to follow me and reblog my post you guys are the best ♥️♥️

hope you guys have a happy new year and hopefully we interact more! i'm sorry if i dropped off the face of the earth sometimes; college is a stressful part of my life but is something i find necessary to help me meet my end goals in life. love y'all!

12/31/2021 [10:01PM EST]

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chapter one: alamort

pairing: c!dreamwastaken x fem!reader

description: having no sense of direction for two years, [name] finds a newfound interest in a certain blonde after accidentally being introduced to the world of illegal street racing.

word count: 4k

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The alleyways should’ve frightened [Name]. Rats infested the backlit street, people bent over certain areas to take something, most likely illegal, when they weren’t leering at her as she kept her eyes ahead of her. She swore she heard a few make a few comments about her hiding something underneath her sweater and pants.

[Name] should’ve been afraid of them. She should’ve walked faster, honestly. But she wasn’t. Hell, she even thought of trying to spark up a conversation with one of them as she made eye contact with a toothless man.

It would've been interesting to see how they reacted if someone like [Name]--who most definitely didn't look like she belong in the area with the way she looked around the street so curiously--had come up to them for the sake of a conversation. [Name] let the intruding thought die out as she remembered what Niki told her yesterday night.

Don't raise suspicion. Just park your bike a few streets down and walk. Eyes ahead.

"Eyes ahead." [Name] whispered to herself, as she pulled her hood over her head. She whispered to herself the directions Niki texted her. "Left on Jaques. Left on Orpheus."

Her eyes downcasted to the ground once turning on Jaques, remembering the warning about police cars hidden between buildings. Hands in her pockets, [Name] fiddled with her keys as she listened around.

Besides a few police sirens echoing all the way from downtown, it had been dead silent in the outskirts of the city. The majority of the streets had been abandoned, houses dilapidated or completely ruined to the point of unlivable standards. Only a few people kept around the areas like Jaques and Orpheus for all reasons but legal, which was exactly what [Name] was doing.

She watched around for any suspicious cars or people to pass by, standing next to the second lamp post in front of the broken red home like Niki had said, before eyeing her surroundings. Straight ahead, a broken road had started, almost looking empty had it not been for the fresh tire wheel tracks and overly loud music coming from that direction.

Not wasting any time, [Name] came into a jog, happy that she had chosen to wear jeans instead of her usual skirts and expensive pants. She followed the noise until it grew louder, the density of people growing in size as well. There wasn’t many to fill up a club, but there was definitely more than enough to start a party.

Cars lined up the broken street, some blasting music at unnatural levels. Others made their cars move up and down, side to side, as if it were dancing to the blaring music. Bodies mingled a little too close than necessary, dancing to whatever beat certain cars were giving off. [Name] made sure to dodge a few wandering hands as she did her best to look for a familiar set of pink.

Her eyes drifted over a few other cars, staring at the details some put into them. She could’ve stared at them for hours on end, had she not been to preoccupied trying to look for her friend. Passing her eyes over another car, [Name] didn’t bother taking notice of the pothole just below her next expected step.

She let out a quiet yelp, balancing herself by dropping a hand onto the car she was previously admiring. “Hey! Hands off!” A voice snapped, making [Name] look up. Her eyes singled in on a set of angry gray ones. A girl with blue streaked hair stomped her way over, eyes blazing as she still watched [Name]’s hands still settled on the car.

“Hands. Off. This car is worth more than your life. I swear people keep touching my car like they think they can afford it...” The girl with the blue streaks complained, looking over at the people behind her, snickering at the insult.

[Name] drew her hands waving up lazily, palms facing out in front of the girl. “Maybe next time, don’t pick near a pothole. It’s not our fault you picked a shitty parking spot.” She replied instead, anger shooting through her.

The girl’s mouth dropped open, offended. “Do you know who I am?”

“I’d rather not find out--” Was all [Name] could say before stopping herself, watching as the girl stomped over her way, giving [Name] a good view of her iridescent blue top and matching shorts. If they had been in a different situation, she would’ve complimented the girl for her sense of style.

If her face hadn’t been steaming red, [Name] was sure she would’ve fit right in if she were placed with a group of models. Instead, she had to deal with the girl shoving a manicured blue nail in her face, eyes blazing in anger. “Watch your mouth. I know my place around here and so should you.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow in question, pushing the girl’s finger away from her face as she spoke. “I’m sorry, did I miss a chapter or something? I only came here to watch a race go down, not fall into some turf war.”

“Are you intellectually lacking or something?”

Quite the opposite actually. [Name] thought to herself. “Takes one to know one.” Was what she settled with instead, smiling when she watched the girl’s mouth drop again.

“You--”

“Jenny, stop harassing people because you didn’t come early enough to snag a good parking spot.” A voice interrupted, making both girls stop their mouth off.

[Name] looked over to see a man with a mask walk up to them, green eyes tense as he walked up to them.

“It's Genie. Jean-ee.” The girl corrected, rolling her eyes at the taller male. “And it’s barely harassment if she almost did serious damage; she could’ve dented my car with how heavy her hands were when she fell.”

“Please, a fly could’ve done more damage.” [Name] muttered to herself quietly, levelling her gaze at Jenny/Genie, remembering only grabbing the car at the last second.

The masked man shot her a look, clearly hearing her, trying to look unamused, though the way his eyes shined with amusement was saying otherwise. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he led her away as he said one final time, “Don’t be so dramatic; I’ve seen you wipe out on the streets with better cars than that.”

They walked away, [Name] pulling herself off of his hand once they were far enough. “You must really have a death wish if you picked a fight with Jenny of all people.” The masked man said suddenly.

[Name] rolled her eyes. “She’s all bark, no bite. Trust me I met enough people like that to know the difference.” She replied. The familiar feeling of exhaustion waved over her as she remembered her overly boisterous university classmates trying to intimidate a fourteen year old [Name]. Was she really ready to deal with these types of people after six years?

“Well, she might be all bark but the people she’s connected with are definitely all bark.” The masked man countered. “Be lucky I caught up to her before she called anyone else in.”

Annoyance wavered around [Name]. Just who was this guy and why does he make it sound like she could’ve died over putting a hand on some psycho’s car? “I can handle myself just fine, thanks.”

“Clearly not. You looked like you wanted to stay there and argue.”

Observant. “I don’t back down to anyone.”

“You would if you were the bigger person.”

“Gee, thanks for the insult, stranger.” [Name] snapped, eyes blazing. The exhaustion wore out, [Name] solely focused on the masked man as she glared up at him. Only a few words he spoke towards her and most of them were insults.

Seeming to realize his harshness, the man sighed, pulling his hood down to reveal even more of his dark blonde hair, half of which had been tied back into a small bun in the middle of his head. Faintly, some streaks of neon green and purple could be seen on the underside of his tied up hair. Silver and black piercings lined along the masked man's ears, a single gold cuffed chain earring catching [Name]'s attention. Oddly, it looked familiar.

"Not really the thanks I'm looking for but I'll take it." The man said. He crossed his arms, eyes downcasted at her as if he were sizing her up. [Name] stiffened her back in response to his steely gaze. "You don't look like the type to be around here."

"Meaning?" [Name] asked. The man pointed to her clothes, which consisted of her baggy university sweater and even baggier jeans that were most likely her brother's. He motioned to the crowd around them, [Name] finally taking note of how everyone looked like they were dressed to go to what looked like a mix of a club and rave.

From the adrenaline of getting ready to have her hair pulled, [Name] finally realized even the man was dressed up.

He sported black sweatpants and hoodie that went over his head, only allowing a few strands of his dark blonde hair to peek out. Straps and pockets were placed across his hood, lined with green LED, causing his half hidden face to look like some villain from a Disney movie. From how intense his gaze was at Genie/Jenny, [Name] had no trouble believing the possibilities of him being one of them

"Well, no one really looks like they rolled out of bed around here." The man said, amused. Again with these insults…

"If I wasn't being obvious earlier, clearly this is my first time. No one exactly told me there was a dress code." [Name] snapped. She was irritated, mainly because of the man's biting words, but also because he noticed right away she had rolled out of bed. The helmet hair definitely didn't help if she was going to argue.

The man chuckled. “Well, next time you come back at least wear black.” He said, backing away to keep his eye contact with her before turning around to leave.

“Who said I’d come back after going through that mess?” [Name] called out.

“People always come back!” The man called back again. “Just watch the race and you’ll see why.”

With those words, the man disappeared into the crowd again, leaving [Name] confused as to what he meant by that. So far, [Name] had no reason to stay; she almost got into a fist fight and was rescued by a stranger who thoroughly insulted her fashion sense right after. How could the possibilities of watching a race change her mind completely?

[Name] hadn’t much time to ponder this thought, however, when a familiar flash of pink came barrelling towards her. “You’re here!” Niki said excitedly, smiling.

Niki seemed to blend right in with the crowd with her choice of clothing styles. She dressed similarly to the masked man--baggy hoodies and jogging pants with excessive pockets and straps--though it was all worn in the shade of her friend’s signature bubblegum pink.

Looping her arms through Niki’s, [Name] nearly sighed in relief at seeing a familiar face. They had known each other for years; Niki being the only friend of the few [Name] had who stuck around after she had started attending the university when she was fourteen.

Niki never treated [Name] like some artifact to behold the way everyone else did. [Name] was grateful for the moments when the pink haired girl came over for sleepovers and they acted the way they should have in those moments; like teenage girls. Even now, they still did.

“So where is she?” [Name] whispered to her friend, eyes passing over to multiple girls standing or walking around in the supposedly “vacant” area. Niki’s eyes passed over to a certain area.

“Blonde one, leaning on Dream’s car.” She noted, making [Name] turn her head to look at a girl with platinum blonde hair smiling up at the same masked man she had spoken earlier. Instinctively, [Name] let out a disgusted groan.

“Great, we have to pass by him?” [Name] asked her friend, who only looked back in confusion.

“Yeah is there a problem? We won’t even be talking to Dream… Unless you want to…?” Niki asked, sending out a teasing smile her way, to which she dismissed with an eyeroll.

“I’ve exchanged enough pleasantries with him for the night. Let’s just walk past them and get this over with.” [Name] said, making Niki smile as she put her arm around [Name]’s shoulder.

They pretended to whisper expletives to one another as they crossed the track, passing the masked man’s--Dream’s car in the process. If [Name] hadn’t been busy whispering to Niki about what happened earlier, she would have taken time to admire the car.

It was a Toyota Supra that was definitely customized to for Dream’s black and neon green color scheme, a few veins purple cutting through the RGB lights underneath his car. He hadn’t noticed them right away, too busy keeping his eyes on Niki’s ex and the handful of other girls surrounding him or leaning against his car.

By the time he had noticed [Name] and Niki, his green eyes zeroed in on the arm wrapped around [Name]’s shoulder. They made brief eye contact before [Name] brought her hand up to lace through Niki’s fingers. Dream’s only response was an eyebrow raise before turning his attention back to Niki’s ex, who seemed to be more encompassed on them instead.

“Is she looking?” Niki asked, eyes look straight ahead.

[Name] only nodded after passing a glance at the two blondes. “Definitely looking.”

A devious smile passed over Niki’s lips. “Good. I hope she stays curious all night. That’s what she gets for breaking up with me two weeks before the race.”

“You’re evil.” [Name] said, elbowing her, only receiving a friendly kiss to her cheek as a response. [Name] giggled as she noticed one of the racers, a man with a dark mullet, raise his eyebrows up in surprise. “You’re lucky Mom managed to convince me to get out of the house tonight. You would’ve been doing this sad little walk on your own if I chose not to come.”

Niki stuck her tongue out. “Like you wouldn’t come just out of curiosity even if you didn’t agree to the plan. Don’t act like I didn’t see you staring at my car whenever you over.”

In perfect time, they spotted Niki’s car, which had been at the very end of the makeshift track; a pink Honda Civic decked out with decals of a cartoon version of Niki on the driver’s side. On the passenger’s was a cherry blossom tree burning in pink fire. With the vehicle and driver being overly pink, it was hard to miss.

“Whoever can’t keep their eyes off your car must be a superhuman.” [Name] commented as she leaned in to see what had changed. Only the driver’s seat remained, the passenger’s seat wiped out from her best friend’s last race a few months back.

Instead of replacing the seat, Niki used it to make more room for the “extra help” that had her winning most of her races, whatever that meant. All [Name] could see was lines of tanks she could faintly recognize, noting that they were there to help Niki’s car pick up speed when needed.

“You should think of racing.” Niki said after [Name] leaned back against the hood of the car.

“I’m the most inept driver.”

“In a car, yeah.” Niki said, giving a smug grin at the scowl [Name] sent her way. “But I’ve seen you on your bike; you like the same thrill as me and everyone else on this track gets when we’re racing down the street.”

Leave it to Niki to read her like an open book. Of course [Name] found it thrilling; she hadn’t felt much besides stress after graduating. Her only means of breaking the boundaries of her emotional stunt was seeking universally dangerous thrills.

Most of it came from riding her bikes, drinking up the rush and excitement of the wind blowing through her. Other times it had been the prospect of feeling those fleeting moments of fear whenever she had found herself in confrontations like earlier with Jenny/Genie.

“I’d rather watch.” [Name] answered, finally honest. There had been a big difference between racing for fun and racing to win. From how intense the other racers were, [Name] wasn’t sure everyone else came for the same reasons Niki attended and participated in these races. If anything, [Name] suspected a few of them involved themselves in a few activities that went way past the boundaries of legality.

Niki rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say…” She said, voice trailing as she heard an alarm go off. Patting her shoulder, Niki motioned for the crowd. “The race is about to start. Usually, I’d have you sit in the car with me and race, but…”

Her cerulean eyes glazed over the mass of tanks lined up next to her seat. [Name] waved her hand, understanding what she meant. “Yeah, yeah. You better give me ten percent of your earnings for tonight for playing as your pretend girlfriend, though.”

“How about five plus a joy ride on this thing at some point.”

“Make it eight and we can switch vehicles to race instead.” [Name] countered, letting out a laugh as Niki gave an excited smile at the new deal. She shoved her shoulder. “Of course you’d do anything for a race.”

“They’re fun.” Niki responded, shrugging. “No go before you get run over.”

[Name] rolled her eyes, kicking herself off the pink car, walking away. Everyone else who hadn’t been participating was also leaving, saying final goodbyes to their friends (or in some people’s cases, randoms who came to flirt with them) as they made their way to the crowd. [Name] was almost coming toward the crowd when she heard a familiar voice.

“You two seem awfully close now.” Niki’s ex said, contempt laced through her voice as she looked at [Name] in pure disdain.

“Yvette. Nice to see you, too.” [Name] replied with the same amount of malice. Usually, [Name] and Niki never had issues with one another when it came to people they dated. Of course, there was disagreements throughout the years between them when it came to not liking previous partners, but usually they dealt with it on their own.

Still, that didn’t stop [Name]’s cynical happiness at the news that her best friend had been broken up with by one of the more nasty partners she’s met. Even if the timing of their break up had been a problem, seeing as it had been a few weeks before the race and Yvette was most definitely going to attend, [Name] was glad to hear that they were no longer involved with each other.

Tall, blonde, and just as pretty as Jenny/Genie, Yvette was the poster child for what [Name] dubbed a movie star mean girl. She had mistakened [Name] and Niki’s close friendship to have some type of romantic undertones to it during her time dating the pink haired girl over a year ago. She had done nearly everything to keep them away from one another--offering to go on trips during the weeks [Name] would leave her home, giving the wrong times for meet ups.

[Name] had only warned Niki a few months before after catching her swapping dates Niki marked on her phone about their scheduled meet ups at the mall or Val’s. After hearing her concerns, Niki had planned on talking to Yvette after practicing for the race; she had most definitely didn’t expect Yvette to suddenly dump her after realizing that [Name] had ousted her.

“For your information, we were always close.” [Name] corrected, not breaking her eye contact with the woman, even when they were nearly toe to toe with one another. [Name] ignored the slight pain on her neck as she strained to look up at Yvette.

Yvette scoffed, pushing her hair back, some of it brushing against [Name]’s face. She scrunched her nose, fighting the urge to suddenly sneeze. “You were practically all over her.” She snapped.

“I was comforting a friend because someone decided to drop because they panicked when they found out their little ruse.” [Name] snapped back, eyes flaring in irritation. She really had the nerve to act like she cared. “Sorry you couldn’t have a little puppet to have around; maybe find someone with an IQ of 2 to try to fall. That’s only one less from you.”

At this point, a crowd seemed to be forming, a few letting out a few laughs as they heard [Name]’s jab. Yvette, now steaming, reached forward, grabbing a hold of [Name]’s hair. “You little--”

“Okay, no fighting.” A voice commanded. Instantly, Yvette’s hands dropped from [Name]’s head, making her look up and meet a familiar glow of green LED’s again. Oh great…

“She started it.” Yvette accused, jabbing a thumb at [Name].

“Why am I getting a sense of deja vu.” [Name] whispered to herself sarcastically, glancing over at Dream’s steely stare. She only gave a shrug, not wanting to explain herself. “Like you’d even listen to what I have to say anyways.”

Dream raised an eyebrow at her response. “You can tell me during the race.”

“What?” [Name] asked him, her and even Yvette staring in shock as Dream grabbed her by her sleeve and dragged her to his sleek black car. “What the hell makes you think I’d get in a car with you? You might drive off and kill me for all I know.”

“Clearly I’ve been trying to make sure you don’t get killed and I’m doing that now by making sure you aren’t stuck waiting for Niki to come back for the next twenty minutes. Now get in.” Dream said as he entered his car. [Name], grumbling, settled in after making eye contact with Yvette, who looked like she wanted to kill her. Clearly, she wanted to be Dream’s passenger for tonight from the way she was practically spending the majority of her time before the race started talking to only him.

A sense of bitter satisfaction waved through [Name] as she sat herself in his car. The smell of apples and honey wafted through the car, catching [Name] off guard. Dream shot her a look of confusion when she leaned into the airvents for a moment. “What, surprised my car smells nice?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you were musty or something.” [Name] answered, making the man scoff.

“Maybe I should’ve left you to defend yourself over there.” He grumbled.

“You should’ve.” [Name] confirmed, ready to leave. She was only stopped when a count down could be heard.

“10… 9… 8…”

“Tell me, are you trying to die tonight? You seem to have fun provoking people.” Dream asked as he revved his car, seeming to respond to the other cars around them.

“Dying? Not really. Provoking, maybe.” [Name] said, eyes trained on the expanse of the road. It wasn’t even several miles for her to notice it lead right to the middle of the city, no doubt some streets were closed off by race organizers with how empty the intersection of the highway was.

“7… 6… 5…”

“Well, you make that pretty obvious.” He said. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the street, seeming to want to stay focused on the track. “I’m Dream by the way.”

“Niki told me who you are.” [Name] said. “I’m [Name].”

“4… 3… 2…”

[Name] held her breath, arms crossed over her stomach as her and Dream let an excited silence fall over them, waiting for the final number to be called.

“1! GO! GO! GO!”

Instantly, Dream’s car lurched forward, [Name] not having enough time to process anything as the momentum pushed her body back into Dream's black leather seats. Her hands instantly made its way to the door handles, hands gripping tight for dear life as the blonde man made difficult twists and turns on the street.

Currently, they were behind three other people--a car decked out in black and white, a cherry red Toyota Supra, and Niki's infamous pink car just up ahead. They constantly battled for first place, each car trying to outspeed the other while attempting to keep themselves from brushing up against one another.

They were so focused on one another, they hadn't even noticed Dream slowly making his way closer to the battling cars. [Name] watched as they halted their glaring contests with one another, staring at Dream as he slammed his foot harder on the gas. [Name] could only see a faint outline of Niki in the car, whose eyes were wide when she caught sight of [Name] in the passenger's seat.

For some reason she seemed more worried at the fact [Name] was part of the race over losing it. The two other racers, the man with the dark mullet and a brunette, didn't seem to be worried about being beaten to first place either.

"Shouldn't you slow down?" [Name] questioned, making Dream let out a laugh. "What?"

"Who tells someone to slow down during a race?" Dream asked. He glanced at his rearview mirror. "Tell me, did you think they were fighting over first place?"

[Name] shrugged. "I mean, who wouldn't. There's probably money being bet on this right?"

Dream nodded in confirmation. "Yeah there is but they all have something in common: they don't wanna take certain risks--a turn being too harsh, timing--small things that can eventually change you placement on a race." Motioning ahead of him, Dream spared a glance at [Name]. "In a few miles there's going to be a bridge scheduled to be going down; about five minutes actually."

[Name]'s eyes widened as she knew what he was talking about. The toll bridge that leads to the island the city is encased in opens and closes at certain times regardless if staff members are there to watch over it. With the speed Dream was going on at, they'd make it to the bridge in less than four minutes.

"You're going to cross before the bridge even connects." She stated, watching Dream nod in confirmation, smiling at the shock evident on [Name]'s face . "Are you crazy?"

"A little." Dream admitted playfully. "When I make this jump--"

"If you make this jump." [Name] corrected, rolling her eyes as Dream shot her a look, offended she'd doubt him. Of course she did. She just met the guy and he's already plotted her death.

"When I make this jump, " Dream said firmly, pausing to make eye contact with [Name], who refused to stare at him, opting to focus on the road to see how far they were from their assumed death spot. "There won't be an issue of who's going to make it to first place since they'll be delayed by the bridge going down."

"And how about the part where you don't make it and we plummet into the river?” [Name] suggested, eyes focused on the water just below them once they caught sight of the bridge. Instinctively, she grasped onto her arm rest, eyeing the bridge that had yet to lower.

“I told you we won’t.” Dream reassured, though from the way his eyes hardened, as if he just let reality set in after seeing how much the bridge was dwarfing his seemingly gigantic car, said otherwise.

“You’re not gonna stop are you?” [Name] asked as they speeded closer and closer to the bridge. Dream only replied by hitting his gas, causing them to go faster than they already were.

[Name] almost felt like throwing up, choosing to closer her eyes and turning away, focusing on the other racers close behind. From the looks of things Niki and the man with the dark mullet were battling it out with second place, not seeming to focus on Dream being in front of them anymore.

“At least go faster if you’re going to do this!” [Name] cried out. With the speed they were going and how much distance there was between the toll bridge, they’d fall straight through the space between.

“You might wanna hold onto something.” Dream advised, pressing a few buttons on his dash before putting both hands back on the wheel. [Name] could only grip tighter on her arm rest as Dream slammed his fingers on the two red buttons behind his wheel. Instantly, the car went faster at a significant speed, going faster than what the car should have been capable of.

[Name] let out a yelp as she looked out the window, realizing they weren’t anywhere near the ground and bridge was still a few inches from closing in and locking together. Dream let a whooping holler, laughing in excitement at his successful trick--definitely nothing like the guy she met before the race.

What seemed like minutes in the air was only seconds, making [Name] come back to reality as they crash landed. Her stomach dropped as she caught sight of some sparks at the front of his car. “That sounds expensive…” She said quietly.

“Eh, nothing the cash I get tonight can’t fix.” Dream said with a grin. He turned to her, looking smug. “Told you I’d make it. Look, we’re even ahead of everyone else.”

[Name] looked at his rearview mirror, realizing the other racers had yet to cross the bridge, not catching sight of them like they had moments before. Clearly, they had to slow down and possibly even stop until the bridge came completely down. She shook her head, body still shaking with adrenaline.

“Just drive.” Was all she managed to say, making the blonde only hum in satisfaction, continuing the race in silent with a shit-eating grin.

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tell them to come to me i’ll come out of hiding to give them a piece of my mind

seriously tho you might mean no harm but pressuring writers with good intent is still pressuring writers!! don’t do it!!

as a burn out enthusiast, it’s okay. take your time, we’ll all be just as ecstatic for the next chapter no matter when it comes out.

fgbdlgk thank you. lately all i've been getting in my asks is the updates for burn out and i literally dk what to tell people at this point lmao