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I wrote this over the course of a couple days. Very sleep deprived on some of the said days. sorry if it doesn't make sense!
Let me know if there should be anything else in the content warning. Or correct me if i'm wrong :))
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Gender-Neutral reader! Word count: 3.1k CW: Mention of unsupportive parents, insinuation of a bad ex, embarrassment, anxiety, cussing (Once)
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It's fine. You're fine. Stop worrying. You've got this.
You're attractive, smart, and confident, and.. And.. fuck.
I'm gonna butcher this. It was only basically a life changing moment. If I got this job I could finally prove to my family and my ex my roommate that the 4 years at college was worth it. The endless nights… studying. God, I don't miss it. According to my parents, a computer science degree was a
“waste of your time! You could be studying liberal arts! Getting an english degree!! Become a teacher! Not some useless.. Computer.. Person. What are you going to do? Spend your life in a dark basement in “I.T.” ridiculous. Get a grip”
They had never supported anything I did that wasn't advised by them. They don't even know the title! “Some.. computer person” Please. Why can't they understand that computers are the future? This IS the future. Coders are more important now than they ever have been before.
My roommate, Karl, has been nothing but supportive. As expected from someone whose whole life is dependent on computers. But, I still feel like I have some point to prove to him. Like if I don't, all of the sleepless nights he spent helping me when I had to cram, comforting me when I got a grade that was less than perfect, forcing me to eat, shower, drink water, and take a break and have a day to myself, was all for nothing. I definitely wouldn’t be here without him.
“Um.. excuse me?” Looking up from my lap where my fidgeting hands had finally come to a stop. The receptionist, or is he a personal assistant? It’s hard to tell. He could be anyone. Whoever he is, he is deathly attractive, but also staring at me impatiently. I couldn’t help but stare back. Taking note of every detail I could find. His downturned brown eyes burning holes into my own as he waited for a response, his seemingly perfect eyebrows knitted together, the freckle on his left cheek which was very faint but noticeable. Which i'm sure if exposed to the sun would darken. Which leads me to his skin. Pale, and white. Almost paper white. I wonder how much he is truly exposed to the sun or if he is just always stuck in this god forsaken office. His cheeks were slightly rosy though. Cute. His lips, although thin, were full, almost. As if he was pouting. They were a pale pink, matching the rosiness of his cheeks. His hair. Gosh his hair. It was so fluffy and dark, it was hard to tell whether it was black or a deep brown in the lighting provided. I just wanted to run my hands through it and feel how soft it truly was. One thing stood out though. One annoying detail that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
A piece of hair sticking up in the middle of his head. It looked so out of place compared to the cute, fluffy curls of everything else. It was embarrassing how hard it was to hold myself back from walking over to him and fixing it myself.
He coughed.
How long was I staring at him?
Standing up, I brushed myself off. Getting rid of any stray hairs or balls of material that had stuck to me. I took a hesitant step forward towards the man in front of me. He swung his arm out and motioned me to go into the main office. The whole reason I was here.
“He is ready for you. Don’t keep him waiting any longer. He will take your tardiness out on us” He mumbled the last part of his sentence not meaning for me to hear. He turned swiftly on his feet before speed walking back to his desk situated next to the elevator. He was very lanky. The black t-shirt he wore was… Baggy? His pants were black jeans, pairing them with his all black converse. Was I overdressed? Or was he too casual. Panic immediately started to rise within me. But the moment he sat down back at his desk, he looked at me once more sending a glare my way, annoyed I still haven’t made the effort to make my way towards the office.
I nodded at him. Turning slowly to take in the giant double doors in front of me. A bit extreme for a small hallway I think personally. I walked towards them and held the door handle. Do I knock? That'd be polite right? No but he's expecting you, he's aware of your presence so there is no need to. But what if he had gotten a phone call between the time of alerting the man behind the desk and now. But what if he gets annoyed at you for knocking. What if he finds the sound of knock-
Before I could even finish or process my thoughts, the door in front of me flew open. I stumbled slightly as the handle was torn from my grasp. I looked up and. Oh. Holy shit. Attractive was an understatement. The lanky dude behind the desk was attractive. The man in front of me was. God like? No, that would probably feed into his ego. Hot. Hot doesn’t describe it well enough. He was… Alluring. Alluring was the best way I could put it. He was lanky like the assistant (? I still don't know) but he was tall, and slightly bulkier. Broad shoulders, covered by a black dress shirt, that fit him oh too well, and a dark forest green vest. A silver chain was hung around his neck tucked underneath the shirt. It was barely visible, the intent to hide it was obvious. His jaw was- don't get me started. His eyes were an emerald green, matching his vest perfectly. But that was as far as I got before he started talking.
“You’re here for the interview aren't you?” Voice was like butter, it was smooth but had a slight rasp to it as if he hadn’t used it all day. I stared at him for a minute too long before nodding my head and muttering out a quick yes, my eyes meeting my shoes.
He hummed before taking a step back, opening the door wider. Silently asking for me to walk in and take a seat. I took a few steps forward, far enough for him to shut the door and walk around me to sit behind the desk.
His office was beautiful to put it simply. Simple but welcoming. The left wall had bookshelves lining the whole of the wall. The bookshelves wrapped around the wall behind me, only stopping once it reached the door. The back wall, if you could even call it a wall, was a giant window. Looking out upon the city of Orlando. The right wall was lined with computers, which I'll admit was a bit confusing. You'd think in an establishment like this, they would be able to afford a server room instead of keeping it in the bosses office. This room was the biggest liability. As if reading my mind, the gorgeous man sat at the desk in front of me, answered my question.
“We do have a server room. Just to let you know” I turned to look at him, mouth open like a fish. I’d close it if I could. But my body has betrayed me and I can't seem to control any part of me at this moment. He chuckled. God, that was hot.
“I could see the confusion on your face when you were looking at them… Don’t worry they don't hold any sensitive information” He was no longer looking at me, instead highlighting some papers in front of him. I nodded and cleared my throat before walking towards the desk, pulling out one of the chairs and sitting down. He looked up at me through lidded eyes and chuckled again at my hesitancy to sit down. When will he stop doing that. Without a second thought, my mouth had opened and words came tumbling out.
“Genuine question. If you do have a server room, and the computers don't hold any sensitive information,” I pointed at the wall to my right. Which, now thinking about was stupid, what other computers could I possibly be talking about. “Why are they in your office. And how are they surviving the changes of temperature within your office? I wouldn’t say it's particularly cold here. Not how server rooms are meant to be anyways.” He paused, capping his highlighter and putting it down before looking back at me. His hands were clasped together in front of him as he leaned forward.
“I won’t lie. You’re the only person that has ever pointed that out. Besides George of course.” George? Who is George? He looked at the computers, before looking back at me with a smug smile sitting upon his face. “Decoys. To put it simply. I would say they’re for personal use but you seem too smart to fall for that.” His arms left the table before leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms. And lord do I wish he didn't. I couldn't help but stare at his arms as they pulled against his shirt. “They are real computers, yes, just before you question me about the blinking lights..” He paused and took a deep breath in. Contemplating what his next words would be. “... Why do YOU think I may have decoys displayed in my office?” he questioned me, the smug smile returning to rest on his face. I raised my eyebrows in shock, I knew this was an interview but I wasn’t expecting a question like this.
I shifted in my seat, before clearing my throat again. I looked down at my hands and started fidgeting with my fingers.
“Um. I mean one would assume the reason why anyone would have a decoy of.. Well anything. Would be to trick someone else into thinking that it was something that had importance.. And/or meaning. “ I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. I looked up. He no longer held a smug smile, nor did he have his arms crossed. But, his hands rested on his thighs and he held my gaze, silently urging me to continue talking. He was truly intrigued by what I had to say over such a simple question. I looked away back towards the computers. It was hard to keep eye contact when his eyes were so mesmerising. “In this case, the information stored within the computers in the server room are sensitive and are at risk of being exposed to people who don't need said information. So, decoys are displayed in your office, to trick anyone who comes through, to believe you were idiotic enough to keep your servers out in the open for anyone to access.” I was going to continue but thought against my better judgement. I looked back at the man at the desk. Instead of being serious, as he was mere moments beforehand. He looked… amused? My eyes widened as I realised what I had just said.
“Not- no uh- not that i was calling you idiotic sir! I was just uh… it was more an.. Um. example? Of what others may think? Not that i think people think you're idiotic!-” he had cut me off when he started to laugh.
Oh my god. I just called my possible future boss idiotic and he started laughing at me. I cowered in my seat, sinking lower. This was the most embarrassing thing to happen all day.
Tears were pricking the corner of his eyes as he continued to laugh. Once he opened them and saw how embarrassed I had become. He started to calm down. I straightened the way I was sitting, fidgeting with my hands once again.
He cleared his throat and sat up straighter himself. Hands crossed, he leaned against the desk once again.
“I would like to apologise for laughing at you. Truly. It had just… caught me off guard. I haven't laughed like that in weeks.” A soft smile sat upon his face staring at me with glossy eyes, still teary from his burst of laughter. “Other than your comment about idiocy. You were spot on. You’re right when you say that they’re there to trick people into thinking that they hold sensitive information. Although it seems obvious to people like you and George, many fall for it. I can't explain how many people we have caught tampering with the computers here at 2 am.” He ran a hand through his sandy hair as he huffed. Obviously annoyed with the thought of how many people had tried to take him down. He brought up George again. Who is George?
“I do have another quick question..” He looked away from the computers and back at me. Nodding his head slightly to indicate he was willing to listen to what I had to say.
“You… you keep bringing up someone named George. Who is George? if you don't mind my asking” I spoke quietly and nervously. If he did end up hiring me. I don’t know how I will be able to cope. Maybe I should have missed the interview today. I would be fine with disappointing everyone around me if it meant I wouldn’t have to deal with seeing his face every day.
He smiled upon hearing my question. Almost eager to talk about his best friend.
“George was the man that greeted you outside my door. He’s my best friend and employee.” He continued to smile as the confusion was slowly cleared off of my face. I nodded slowly before looking around the room again awkwardly. A couch sat opposite the bookshelf, a small round table sat next to the couch, a book left open, a corner of the page doggy eared, making me cringe inwardly. Turning back around to the man in front of me, did I only notice how cluttered his desk was. There was a lamp sitting on the corner of the left side of the desk. A monitor sitting opposite on the right side. Papers were scattered across his desk, a multitude of folders towering slightly on a tray sat next to his lamp. Pens and highlighters littered his desk, some without caps. The ones that were capped were very obviously on the wrong pen. The man followed my eyes, soon noticing himself how messy his own desk was.
“Oh my... i'm so sorry i didn’t realise how messy things had become” He quickly picked up all of the papers, stacking them neatly and pushing them to the side. Before scooping up all of the pens and highlighters, capping them correctly and disposing them into a cup that had sat next to his monitor. He looked at me sheepishly, sticking his arm out in front of me. I grabbed his hand and shaked, assuming that is what he was asking of me.
“Clay, my name is Clay. Apologies yet again. This Interview has been somewhat of a disaster.” I shook my head and smiled, retreating my arm and telling him my own name. Clay… that's a really nice name. Genuinely,
He smiled, an amused expression on his face yet again.
“I am aware of your name. It was on your resume and application” A goofy grin was on display. Blush seeped up the back of my neck, settling in the tips of my ears. I was thoroughly embarrassed.
“Oh right.. Sorry. I forgot you had access to that.” I rubbed the back of my neck taking a few deep steady breaths to calm myself down.
“Don’t worry about your desk, by the way. Trust me when I say I have seen worse.” He laughed slightly and shook his head, amused. He stopped abruptly, face turning into a hard expression. Suddenly becoming serious.
“Look uh. We have run out of time for the interview today.” His voice no longer sounded smooth, but was gravelly almost. “You took your time entering my office and kept me waiting.” Oh god. Here it is. He’s going to reject my application. Panic immediately settled in my stomach. It began churning, I felt like I was going to throw up at any second. Why was he suddenly stoic. Did I do something? Was I mucking around? I didn't mean to if I was. I thought I was pretty calm. He took a deep breath in. The anxiety was like a volcano. It felt like it was about to erupt. The shaking being the voices of worry filling my mind, the lava rising being the anxiety attack that was slowly settling in.
“But. Considering you did take notice of the computers, and questioned me about them instead of just ignoring them. And you did answer the one question I did ask you.”
Here it comes. Any moment now. He’ll break the news and tell me to get out.
“I will keep in touch with you” what? “I will let you know if you have gotten the job in around a week's time.” Oh. My. God. The volcano inside slowly started dying. The shaking coming to a stop, the lava settling back down into the pool of my stomach.
He pushed the chair back from his desk and stood up walking towards the door. I followed suit, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer than I already had. When I had reached him he stuck his hand out waiting for me to shake it once again. I gripped his hand firmly and shook. Feeling more confident now than I had all day.
“Thank you for taking time out of your day to interview me sir. Even if it wasn’t the interview either of us were hoping for.” He nodded, smiling slightly at my words, the smile didn't last long before it returned to the position it was previously in. He reached to open the door, stepping back in the process to make room for me to leave.
“Of course. Until next time. We’ll keep in touch.” He responded bluntly, looking at me once more before shutting the door the moment I left the office. What the fuck kind of interview was that? I looked around the room, my eyes settling on the man I now know as George. He rolled his eyes before nodding his head at me. I nodded back, swallowing the bump that had found its way into my throat. Making my way to the elevator I thought about everything that had happened today. Only one detail sticking out more than the others.
How attractive Clay was.
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I'm not the best at writing and contemplated uploading this, so I hope you enjoyed whatever it was lol. - Birdy
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Hi! Here are some imagines written about the people of the Dream SMP!
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Dream
Interview (GN!) 3.1k words Going in for an interview is nerve-wracking enough. What a shame the PA and your future boss were hot.
Prison Days (she/her) (NA) Prison life for the couple who destroyed an entire country.
Crush (she/her) (NA) Basketballer Dream has a crush that everyone knows about. everyone but you.
Fucker (she/her) (NA) After a year of not leaving the house, sapnap finally convinced dream to go out and have a boys night. being the loving girlfriend you are, you had no issues. until they arrived home.
Drive (GN!) (NA) Of course the one day you tell dream to not go out, is the one day he gets caught in a car chase. with you. in the passenger seat.
Lost Wallet (GN!) (NA) After having a terrible day, going out for dinner with friends seems like the perfect pick me up! Except when its your shout, and you've lost your wallet. Whoops?
The Character Becomes The Author (she/her) (NA) I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. Instead of Dream being written about. He writes about YOU.
Sapnap
Pets (GN!) (NA) Sapnap. Known on the SMP as the pet killer. What started out as a pure accident led to the pet war. Yet, here he was. sitting with the reader, comforting them after they lost their dog against during the fall of l’manburg. ironic isn't it.
Turn (she/her) (NA) In which Sapnap pushes everyone away from him after losing you, he tries to drown his sorrows in partying. finally wanting to turn his life around, he decides he needs to see you one last time.
Undies (GN!) (NA) All Sapnap wanted was a quick midnight snack. But you just had to be in the kitchen at the exact same time as him.
Delivery (she/her) (NA) Just a day like any other. Roaming neighbourhoods, delivering various foods. But this time seemed to be just a little different.
Dye (GN!) (NA) Helping Sapnap dye his hair a darker brown.
GNF To Be Added
C!Technoblade
Escapee (GN!) 1.5k words Technoblade had finally escaped prison after 3 months. You were the first person he wanted to see
Piglin Lovin' (She/Her) 3.6k words Phil and Techno go on a 2 week long trip leaving you alone with all of the chores.
Training (NA) You and Techno had always been close. Some say you were joined at the hip. So the day Phil flew by and saw you training by yourself against some measly scarecrow, he knew something was wrong.
Piggy (she/her) (NA) It’s no secret that Techno was overprotective. so when you came back from a trip, completely unscathed, Techno still couldn’t help but lecture you about the dangers of going alone.
Punz
Laces (GN!) (NA)
basically punz is a pain in the fucking ass
Wilbur
Be Nice (she/her) (NA) It seems that everybody seems to know about your little crush on wilbur soot. Including Wilbur himself. So in classic Soot fashion, he teases you for it.
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Hi! Welcome to my Masterlist! This is where you will find all of the works I've written!
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Peter Parker
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Dream SMP Series Dream SMP Imagines Dream SMP Headcanons Dream SMP Blurbs
Dream SMP Insists of: -Dream -Sapnap -Wilbur Soot -Technoblade -Nihachu -Georgenotfound -Punz -TommyInnit -Quackity -Fundy -Karl Jacobs
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Hi! Here are some headcanons written about the people of the Dream SMP!
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Pet Names GN! - 0.8k Sapnap, Wilbur, Dream, Niki
Doing a Puzzle GN! - 3.6k C!Tommy + CC!, Sapnap, Dream, George,
Read to them GN! - Sapnap, Dream, Quackity, Techno
Telling them You're Pregnant GN! (Afab) Dream, George, Punz, Karl
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Hi! Here are some blurbs written about the people of the Dream SMP
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Tommy
Sapnap
Wilbur
Kiss me CC!
Dream
Oh Dream
George
Quackity
Techno
✮𝗣𝗲𝘁 𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 - 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻✮
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Hi! I think a lot of people share this hc when it comes to the nicknames, (sapnap and nikis specifically) but oh well!
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Headcanon - What i think they'd call their s/o Characters - CC!Sapnap, CC!Wilbur, CC!Dream, CC!Niki
Gender-Neutral Reader
Word Count: 805
CW: Cursing, dream being a basic bitch
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CC!Sapnap: 214 words
Darlin' or sweetheart
this being one of the ONLY times his Texan drawl would come out
"Darlin' could you pass me my phone?"
He'd have a slight accent throughout the rest of his sentence mainly sticking to the pet name.
he would call you 'darlin'' any chance he would get.
no you don't understand this man would be OBSESSED with calling you pet names
even if said pet names weren't necessary and crowded the sentence
he would never refer to you as your real name.
if he did.
oooh shit you know you fucked up.
'Sweetheart' is something he uses when being endearing
if you're having a bad day, your man sapnap would swoop in and save the day.
"sweetheart look at me, trust me when I say everything will get better, even if it may take a while. we will get there"
AHHHHHHHHHHH the THINGS i would do to get this man to call me 'Sweetheart' without him being awkward.
I feel like his texan drawl would still be there for this one
you just have to listen very closely.
if you heard it as a one off youd never notice, but the more he calls you 'sweetheart' the more you pick up on it
overall this man is very wholesome.
gawd dayum.
CC!Wilbur: 238 Words
I feel like Wilbur wouldn't be one for pet names
opting to just use your first name, or a nickname given to you instead.
but on the rare occasion he did use a pet name on you, it'd be 'Hon'
100% I do not see that man referring to you as anything else.
He'd be very simple with it.
only using the nickname when he deemed fit.
Wilbur would use the nickname in very... intimate and tender moments.
like, admitting his undying love for you for the very first time
"I love you. I love you so so so fucking much it hurts. im scared of this, and how our relationship will progress. but fuck hon, i love you"
he'd be very cute about it
other times he would use it is when you might have had a really shitty day, completely stressed out whether that be with work or uni or even family and friends. hell it might've been because of Wilbur.
He, of course, would guide you through grounding techniques before pulling you into his arms, sitting in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.
whether it be on your kitchen floor, at a park, or in your bedroom laying against the side of the bed.
mans would pull you into his lap and just whisper things over and over in your ear.
'hon' being thrown into the mix every so often
CC!Dream: 160 Words
ughhhhhh dream is basic
i hate to break it to you, but this man does not have a single creative gene in his body that isn't dedicated to minecraft.
he would call you 'babe'
and to spice it up.. he'd sometimes call you 'baby'.
mans thinks its cute and unique, but in reality its overused and cringe. (Im sure some of you like it im sorry D:)
You love Dream don't get me wrong.
But, sometimes you'd just wish this man would call you something else.
anything else.
at this point you think he's forgotten your name and just can't admit it.
he calls you 'Babe' religiously
"Babe, can you pass me the pepper?"
yes dear. UGHHH
you love him, i love him, but its gotten to a point where it's no longer cute
but you obviously cant say anything cause you dont wanna hurt his feelings :(
hes sensitive but he will never admit it
lol you can just tell
CC!Niki: 186 Words
Love.
love love love love love.
As i said in the notes, this is the one pet name everyone just seems to associate Niki with and apply to her and what she'd call you.
and i am just like everyone else LMAO.
it just seems so fitting
'Love' is just so very Niki.
There was never a wrong time for Miss Nihachu over here to call you 'Love'
although a bit basic persay, it still made your heart swell.
with her soft voice and wholesomeness. oh lord.
you'd melt right then and there.
"Love i'm going to be streaming with Jack for a bit, i'll text you right before we finish :)" WITH LIKE A KISS TO THE FOREHEAD OR CHEEK OR SOMETHING-
no matter how tall you were. whether it be 5 inches shorter or a foot taller
she would try her absolute darn best to give you a cheek/forehead smooch.
(Even if it meant you'd need to bend down for her for all the tall readers like myself)
long story short you're completely head over heels for her and her cute nickname for you.
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Hello, Hello!!
I am back!! i appeared out of nowhere, uploaded for a week and then disappeared for a month. apologies about that one guys, shits been hard recently.
I hope you guys have a good day/night!!
- Birdy
