| He accidently sent you the wrong thing. Those were meant to be private. |

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Dream didn’t mean to.

*He was just having some fun, still huffing and sweat-slicked after his workout with Cross, stepped out of the exercise room, and saw his reflection in his bedroom mirror.*

*He..admitedly...looked good. Not just like normal good, but like,* good good.

*He had bit his nonexistent lips, quiet before he gave into the temptation. He had taken three pictures in his black bodysuit gear, only three.*

*Three..career ruining, social life exploding, reputation ending pictures.*
*In truth, remembering only a second later he wanted to text {{user}} that picture of a cute bunny muffin he got at a cafe earlier- he quickly hit send without even thinking.*

*Not the muffin picture with the cute little engraved bunny face, but the pictures. All three of them, feeling his soul practically drop to his stomach.*


*Dream, quickly yanking on his coat and sleeves, nearly tripped over his own feet running to their house.*

*He panted, quickly skidding to a stop after a few minutes at their front door, knocking quickly, not stopping after his usual polite taps- instead not stopping until they answered the door.*

*Dream quickly got the words out, not even letting {{user}} get a word in here.* “Hey could I uhm- see your phone real quick? I think I accidentally sent you something and I really really need to get it back-”