Suggestion #28 - DreamWasTaken
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This one is kind of an AU to the suggestion #23 that I did, which, for those who don't remember, is the one where Dream gets wasted and talks about opening a bread store with you. It was suggested by Jupiter_star_27 AND I HOPE YOU ALL........
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"Breed.... Minecraft seed... Feed-- Give me feed, right this instant--!... feed... Yeah, I guess I could go for some bread-- Oh, my god! Bread rhymes with breed! What a coincidence!"
"It doesn't rhy--"
"It's like faith, Y/n," Clay insisted, leaning in closer to you with a sudden excited look on his features, with his green eyes wide and a smile stretching onto his breath; you could clearly smell the alcohol, "Faith! Faith's telling me to open up a bread store, right now... Oh, we could open one together! We're gonna be fucking rich!"
"Clay, I highly doubt--"
"Bread made by yours truly, a blob of Clay and a beautiful young lady, come buy, come everyone!" Dramatically standing up, the dirty blonde-haired man slowly started climbing up the barstool he was stood on, taking his drink, a Dark 'n Stormy, with him up on his merry way, and you being quick to grab onto his legs to keep him steady once the dark-wooded stool under him nearly tipped over, "We have all kinds of clay-- no, bread-- WE HAVE ALL KINDS OF BREAD EVERYONE COME BUY-- Oh, shit we don't even have a store yet. Y/n, we need a store."
There's a place in Florida, down on middle street, where the road meets the busy day of the big city; a small place, with big windows and windowsills painted light green and the smell of loafs alluring people towards the small building from miles away.
There's a small place down on middle street, with the neon font on the side of the building, right above the tall windows, writing out "Drunk on Bread" in cursive, and with a small bottle of liquor outlined after. The small place, at least according to what people whisper about in the streets, is ran by the former YouTuber, DreamWasTaken, and his partner in crime, Y/n, because of a drunk talk that took place only months back.
A big dream had been born that night, as one had slowly left; completed. Famous, Clay had gotten, so that was one dream he could cross off the list. Opening a bread store, not a bakery, was something he had never seen himself dreaming of doing, or nevertheless actually going through with, yet there he was, standing surrounded by the smell of freshly baked loafs greeting happy customers with a smile, and with you right next to him.
"Y/n," Clay smiled, nodding at one of the daily customers that came and took a seat in one of the booths, shortly followed by a male that Clay had never seen before, that took a seat next to the lady, Eevee, as her name was, "You know, I've been thinking."
"Oh, no..." You sighed, nudging Clay with your elbow, "When you think, you either have some evil master plan in your head or some new stupid idea we need to do right away."
"No, this is a good one, I promise," He chuckled, "You know how, back when I turned 21, I suggested we opened up this store?"
Humming in response as you took a customer's order, a coffee with a croissant, you turned around where you stood, with Clay shortly following suit. He grabbed a cup from the cupboard above you, reaching just above your head while you reached under his arm to grab a plate for the croissant, your movements coordinated and in sync, with the two of you moving as one person; having done this a lot now, you had definitely gotten better, and now, it seemed as if you could work without even exchanging words.
"Alright, then you also remember me saying that we should ship George and Sapnap some bread? Baguettes and buns, right? Well, I was thinking we should actually do that," He continued, opening the pastry cabinet with the glass surrounding it, and grabbing a croissant while you put a napkin on the plate and started the coffee machine, watching the black liquid poor into the cup under it, "I mean, we opened up the bread store, might as well do the other thing, plus I already made the dough, we just need to roll it out in some flour and pop 'em in the oven."
"Sure," You agreed immediately, resting a hand onto the counter that you then shifted all of your weight upon, turning to look at the beaming Clay; his hair was tousled and messy underneath the white hat that was on his head, and the lime green apron tied around his body, stained a little with flour; his green eyes matched the apron. His nametag, the one attached to a t-shirt of his own merch, was a small, round tag with a smiley face on it, and with the name "Dream" spelled on the upwards turning mouth - you had never imagined Clay would ever look like this, yet there he was, absolutely rocking the look, "Sounds great. Lemme just finish up with this customer and we can go do that together. More hands, more efficient."
"Got that right." Clay smirked.
Approximately 5 minutes later, and you joined Clay out back, who was already forming Nick's buns, however wrong that sounded. Almost done, you assumed you were in charge of George's baguettes, however wrong that sounded, too, and joined your boyfriend beside him at the table, and uncovering the container of dough wordlessly, the only sound in the room being the oven behind the two of you whooshing away as it slowly heated up to the wanted temperature.
Sprinkling flour onto the table, you started forming the baguettes, silence looming between you and Clay, who was putting the buns onto a baking pan with a big smile on his beautifully freckled-outlined face.
It was really unbelievable, how everything had just suddenly changed for the better. All of it, it started with just a drunk dream of something ridiculous, and seemingly impossible, yet somehow you had both made it work, and with Clay's streams that he did every once in a while, yes, he hadn't given completely up on being a social media influencer, the two of you made it more than possible, and made more than enough money to get by.
Not only that, but you had found what happiness felt like, even after you just caught a whiff of it that morning after Clay's birthday, and a taste of it when the two of you kissed for the first time only a week or so later.
Clay had been a fool to think that, with you, he could potentially never be happier than he felt in certain moments of pure euphoria, but you just always seemed to surprise him, and the bar of bliss and happiness that he felt with you seemed to only rise from every day passing.
He was just the luckiest guy on Earth, and with the best jobs in the world. Part time baker of the bread store, Drunk On Bread, part time youtuber and streamer, and full-time your boyfriend, also better described as the best goddamn job in the whole world.
The whole baking of bread was silent, with the occasional small screech that came from you when Clay would abruptly poke your side with his flour- and dough covered fingers, and the waiting after you popped the bread inside the oven just as silent, if you looked past whenever one of you took turns in greeting customers out in the cash register when you heard the bell ring.
30 minutes later, and that familiar scent of newly baked loaf filled the entire store as Clay pulled out the freshly made pastry-goods on the baking pans with a big, black mitton on as to avoid burns. You simply leaned over the table, taking in the wonderfully tranquil smell
"Huh..." Clay wondered, looking at the perfectly shaped baguettes with a new fascinated look inside his eyes, "... I never noticed this, but baguettes would make pretty good swords."
"Yeah," You agreed, before nudging Clay with your elbow teasingly, "Oh, I would so win a baguette fight against you, y'know."
"... Is that a challenge?"
"If you want it to be," You shrugged, however, both of you knowing that that was, in-fact, a challenge, and that if Clay was to decline it, you would win. What you would win, neither of you weren't sure of, but there was no way that Clay was letting you win, even if he didn't know what you were winning.
"Maybe I do," Clay smirked, "Mhm, yeah.... I definitely do. That was so a challenge, and I'm not letting you win."
"Oh, you wanna fight?" You smirked, grabbing the hot baguette from the baking pan, and holding it up like a sword. It burned your hand, but your competitive side took the reins and sucked it up, and instead simply let a wide, smug smile grow upon your beautifully flour-stained face.
"I wouldn't want anything else."
And just like so, the two of you had rushed around the kitchen chasing each other, with the baguettes firmly gripped in your hands, laughing and yelling at each other, however, still keeping it somewhat on the down-low as to not disrupt the customers.
Slashing your baguettes together, crumbling them, hitting each other with the newly baked bread while laughing like never before, and again, Clay found the bar of happiness stretch just that much further up towards the unlimited sky.
Had someone stopped Clay on the streets 5 months ago telling him that he would be opening up a bread store and having baguette fights covered in flour with the person he had been crushing on for God knows how long, he would have smacked the person in the back of the head and kept fucking walking while laughing to himself.
And now, here he was, laughing, precisely because that had been what had happened in the end, and he was laughing for the unpredictable future, that he just knew he would be spending with you.
You two were perfect for each other, and from the way you were dashing around the kitchen slapping each other with baguettes and occasionally chugging a handful of flour at the other person, everyone knew that as well.
Before both of you really knew it, flour was everywhere, and you were practically standing on a thick layer of it, with the white powder sprinkled obnoxiously on your apron, your face, that was clean only moments ago, stained to the brim. Clay, with a white handprint on his back and flour everywhere in his hair from you dunking a good handful of it onto his head, laughed, and booped your scrunched-up nose with his for a second, before the two of you turned to finish packing up the bread with grins on both your faces.
Flour- and baguette fight in the back of bread store was something you could check off your bucket list now.
"Oh my god," You laughed, twirling the cracked baguette in your hands, "Look at the mess we made, Clay."
"We'll clean later," Clay excused, lovingly leaning down to peck your lips in an affectionate kiss that left both of your heads spinning, "Let's get this shit done first."
"Sounds like a plan," You smiled, grabbing your baguette-sword and wrapping it up with quick hands and a good technique, before putting it into the box with the two non-broken baguettes standing on top of the box with Nick's buns in them, "Can't be bothered to clean right now anyways, plus, I wanna get this package shipped to George as fast as possible... Yeah, okay, our fight probably didn't speed up anything, but anyways, think about the phone call we'll be getting from him when he opens his package just to find two broken baguettes in there! It's gonna be hilarious!"
"He's gonna be so mad," Clay giggled, wrapping the broken baguette inside some wrapping paper, before putting it down on top of all the others, and sealing the box at last, with some secure tape, "I can already hear him screeching."
"Same." You laughed, before the sound of the bell out in the cash register ringing caught your attention. Leaning in from across the table, you caught Clay's lips with yours in a short, sweet kiss filled with love and adoration, one that sent shivers down your spine, even if it was only for a few seconds, before you rushed out to greet the customer with flour all over you still.
Clay watched your body retrieve out to the customer, with his head spinning and a goofy smile laying widely on his lips, the ones that you had just kissed, and he couldn't help but let his heart flutter like crazy. You were one of a kind, that was for sure, and you were his to love forever, that was for sure, too. And Clay really couldn't have asked for a better future.
"What can I do for ya?" You asked the customer with an ear-splitting grin, flour dusted down on your apron, and a big smudge on your nose and sprinkled down slightly onto your cheeks. Eevee watched from her place across her new boyfriend, Connor, with a smile slowly spreading across her face and with a small shake of her head - you looked like a mess, but a happy mess nonetheless.
Ever since the two of you, you and Clay, had opened up the bread store, Eevee had been there, as well as so many other customers. And sure, the bread was great, terrific even, and so was the drinks served, but many of the daily people coming there came for the good mood and atmosphere, as well as the heartfelt and funny moments shared between you and Clay. The flour fight, that none of the customers were there to prove, yet also knew had taken place due to the white powder staining your body, and the ashy look that had taken over Clay's hair, and the white handprint on his back proved their statement even more correct, which was exposed once the blonde man walked out from the kitchen.
Eevee watched slyly as Clay came walking back out with two packages held in one hand, and put his other on your waist as he passed behind you, but not before placing a cheeky kiss onto the top of your head, before continuing away and back out of sight, walking into the storage room.
Quickly placing the customer's order, and swiftly making it to them before giving it over the counter, Clay came back into view and walked back next to you, taking off his white hat and running a hand through his dry, immediately staining his hands white from the flour.
You leaned up against his side, causing him to instinctively wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer, and only seconds later, you giggled as Clay had placed his white hat onto your head, with it falling down in front your eyes slightly.
For a second, the whole café felt as if it was quiet, seeing as the normal quiet chatter amongst the people inside the bread store was just normality at this point, and everything seemed to stand still.
Standing there with Clay, and with his hat on top of your head, the smell of freshly baked bread was still looming in the air, and the hushed chatter amidst the human beings sitting inside the neon green booths and the small, cozy placed that you were able to take a seat, it felt tranquil. Everything harmonized with one another, creating an atmosphere of home, peace and comfort like no other place had ever felt before, and you and Clay were living right in the middle of it, acting as the core that pumped the good mood out to others.
You were the core of a succesful and happy place, one that people seeked out daily, and neither you nor Clay could ever ask for anything differently.
Never had neither of you felt this completed before.
"You know," Clay stated quietly, tilting the white hat on your head further up so it didn't cover your face as much, before tucking you further into his side with a content sigh, "I never expected to find real happiness in opening up a bread store with you."
"What can I say?" You shrugged, smiling widely, "Life's unpredictable. And here we are."
There's a small place down on middle street selling bread, where a couple holds the happy future of each other within their hands, and with big dreams ahead of both of them.
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i rlly like this one lmaoooo bREAD STORE SUPREMACY
remember to always follow your dreams, and if people laugh at the dreams you have, you know you're reaching high enough. just power through, get to the other side and keep the will to reach for the dreams you wanna achieve <3
also pls dont mind if some of this shit doesnt make sense but im really tired lmao so im working on autopilot
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