“Great,” you sighed to yourself as you closed your DMs on Twitter.Somehow, they had found your Twitter despite you literally never interacting with Dream on any of his accounts and that you didn’t face reveal, either. All they knew was your name, so how the hell did they find you?
“What’s wrong?” Dream asked from his chair, currently editing a video for his channel.
“Nothing,“ you said, standing up from the bed. “I’m gonna go get something to eat. Want anything?”
“No thanks,” he hummed, not looking over at you. Sighing, you took your phone with you and went to the kitchen. Unable to help yourself, you opened your mentions and scrolled through it. Most of it were just people saying they found your Twitter and retweeting your picture of Patches. But somehow, your eyes always found the hate tweets directed to you.
Most of the hate tweets were very dramatic, talking about how you ‘ruined’ DreamNotFound or how you didn’t deserve Dream. Shaking your head, you wonder how they even came to those conclusions in the first place. You literally only said a few words on stream and even then, you watched what you said ‘cause you knew anything you said would be taken wrongly by certain people.
“These people are crazy,” you muttered to yourself, eyes widening as you caught sight of death threats. Luckily for you, you were thick skinned and knew to not take anything seriously from your boyfriend’s stans.
“What’s that?” Dream asked, very close to you and you jumped, your phone slipping from your grasp and hitting the counter. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” you breathed, shaking your head as you turned your head to glance at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Realized I was hungry,” he said, not looking at you as he picked up from your phone.
“Hey, wait–” You tried to take it from him, but all he did was raise his arm all the way up. “Not fair.”
“What the hell is this?” His eyebrows furrowed, lowering his arm as he scrolled through your mentions. “Are they being rude to you?”
Deciding it’d be best not to lie since he quite literally had your phone in his hand and seeing it in his own eyes, you sighed, leaning on the counter, “Yeah. But it’s fine, just annoying.”
“It’s not fine,” he argued, shaking his head, “They’re literally seeing death threats to you, Y/N.”
“I’m not going to kill myself over random fans telling me to,” you rolled your eyes, taking your phone away from him and adjusting your settings to people you followed only. “I just don’t know how they found me.”
“George and Sapnap followed you, I think,” he sighed. “I’m sorry, I thought they’d be more mature than this …”
“It’s whatever, I told you,” you wrapped your arm around his neck. “I mean..” you trail off, sighing when you thought about something. “It does upset me that not everyone’s gonna like me, but what can I do about it?”
“I’m going to tweet about it … Actually, no, I’ll stream about it so they can hear how upset I am,” Dream said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be back in like .. ten minutes.”
“Okay,” you said, knowing that was him telling you not to go up there. “I’m going to get started on making dinner.”
“I’ll come down and help,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to your lips before pulling away from you. “Wait, let me see your phone.”
You silently handed him your phone, watching him walk off and back into his streaming room. You waited another few minutes before quietly walking towards the closed door, leaning your head on the cool door to hear him.
“Not gonna be a long stream, but I wanted to talk about something,” you heard his voice, unusually stern. “Y/N and I literally came out about our relationship yesterday and somehow you guys have already found their social media. Which, y’know, alright. Inevitable. But I’ve seen the DMs, the mentions, sending my significant other death threats is not fucking okay.” He hit the desk, making you jump from surprise. “Whether you support our relationship or not, I don’t care. Just leave them alone. Nothing you guys say or do will get me to break up with them or them to break up with me. Anyone who sends them hate is nota fan of mine. That being said, leave them the hell alone and stop sending them death threats. … If I see it, I’ll actually contact the police. And don’t think I’m lying, either, ‘cause I will.”
Backing up from the door, you smiled and went back to the kitchen to finally get started on dinner. Moments later, you heard the door open and his footsteps come closer to the door.
“Hi,” you greet without turning around, turning on the stove.
“Hey,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “What can I get started on?”
requestCould i request a reaction where the relationship is private but reader is also a streamer and the reader comes in their room and chat knows it them because of their voice? Sorry if it’s too specific!
notesorry if it gets a little repetitive ! also you didn’t really specific so i just decided to do dream team only <.<
IVE TRIED TO POST THIS FOUR TIMES … PLS SHOW UP IN THE TAGS THIS TIME or im giving up and never posting again
i emailed tumblr and HOPEFULLY IT POSTS THIS TIME BC THEY GOT BACK TO ME AND SAID IT WAS A MISTAKE … PLS
u dont live with him just visiting </3 and literally no one outside of dream team and you know that you’re there lol
you decided that y’all would tell everyone after you left bc yall are mean like that
anyways u literally just woke up and didnt even bother to check ur phone or anything
straight up just assumed he was talking to the other guys and not freakin streaming
come in saying shit like “it’s so late did you even go to bed–”
he literally so quickly jumps out of his chair to stop you from talking completely forgetting he could so easily mute the damn mic
yall literally stare at each other in silence for a good minute before u quietly leave and he goes back to his chair, hoping he could tell chat it was like his mom or drista
wants to die when he sees the chat freaking out about you being there
he acts like nothing happens and then ends stream 10 mins after lmao
GEORGE
okay so in this one we’re gonna imagine u just cant see his door
u had JUST gotten there and decided to surprise him completely disregarding that he could be streaming
walks in without a care yelling “IM HERE–”
and then u realize. Oh shit.
chat can see george staring off to the side with wide eyes and then he ends stream right then and there
fans kinda think hes freaking out but not really yall are just cuddling and hes kissing u mwah <3
hes very happy ur there
he doesnt really care that fans already know youre there lmao
u guys post a pic some time after <3
AND A TIKTOK LMAOOO
not that big of a deal in his eyes even tho ur kinda pouty fans know
he thinks its so funny that ur pouty ur so cute reader
SAPNAP
for this one im gonna twist it around sorry
anyways hes visiting u and u guys wanted some time to urselves before ur friends and fans found out he was there
ur in the middle of ur stream for the first time in a while since he was there n he was cool with u streaming cuz he got to sleep lmao
he couldnt sleep and it kinda slipped his mind u were streaming cuz u hadnt so ?
starts like saying “i couldnt sleep” when he opens the door and u quickly mute ur mic but chat already heard him
idk about yall but sapnap has a very distinct voice i know that voice a mile away
so yall kinda like talk for a moment before deciding he’d just join the stream
unmute ur mic “um yeah surprise guest haha welcome, sapnap … in real life”
u even turn ur cam on bc why not
aaaa so many screenshots and clips of yall being cute together <3
ur friends r currently spamming ur phones abt “WHY DIDNT YALL INVITE ME????” but u guys ignore them<3
request hey congrats on 300+ followers! you definitely deserve it cuz you’re such a great writer! saw that you were having writers block. can i request a sapnap fic where the reader is a student and stressed out cuz of school so he plans a day for them to relax with movies, snacks, etc. i feel like this idea isn’t that good, but maybe it’ll help with your writers block!
Sapnap sighed in slight irritation at the stubborn, whiny mess in front of him. You’d think he was talking to a mere child who didn’t want to stop playing, but noooo. You were the same age as him, give or take, and you didn’t want to stop studying instead.
“It’s not healthy,” he felt like he was explaining algebra to an eight year old. “Seriously, Y/N, take this day off. You’re way too stressed out to be doing work like this, and then you’ll be even more stressed when you figure out you’re literally doing the wrong problems.”
You tear your gaze away from him, glancing at the Canvas on your laptop screen and then to the textbook next to you. “Oh my God,” you groaned, slumping in your chair from embarrassment. At least you were only on the second problem. “Sapnap…”
He chuckled, bending down and swiveling your chair back to face him, “See what I mean? C’mon, let’s go relax and— not do whatever the hell you’re doing.”
“Dying,” you supply as he forced you to stand, but eventually willingly following him out of your work room and into the bedroom. You stopped in surprise as you got to the bedroom, “Woah. What’s this?”
There were a bunch of your favorite snacks on the bedside table, some of Sapnap’s too. An unopened drink sat on your side of the bed along with the television being turned on(for once) with his side laptop connected.
“Movie day,” he sighed, tugging you forward. “Lay down.” You stared at him for a moment before climbing into bed, “What do you want to watch?”
You curl underneath the covers and watch him as he sat next to you, “Uh … comedy or horror?”
Sapnap glanced at you with a weird expression, “You wanna watch a damn horror film?”
You shrug, “Cuddles.”
“We can cuddle without the horror,” he rolled his eyes, “Comedy.”
“Mm… let’s watch Spongebob the Movie.”
Sapnap nodded before pausing in the middle of typing, “That’s a comedy?”
“Yes, don’t question me,” you shove at his arm lightly. “Hurry and cuddle me, now.”
“You are a damn child,” he grumbled lightheartedly, shaking his head as he clicked play on the movie. He leaned back before grabbing you by your waist and pulling you nearly into his lap, “Snacks?”
“Yes, please,” you hummed, accepting one of the snacks before eagerly tearing it open. You hadn’t realized until now how hungry you were. “Thank you, by the way,” you said, looking up from his chest.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your head, “Always here to bring you back to Earth, baby. Now watch.”
dream team colour coding is so real. green like prickly grass like contagious laughter like neon to grab and hold your attention like calm like tea that makes you warm inside. blue like the sky, light and free laughter like the explosive splash of someone jumping into a swimming pool like intelligence that doesn’t need itself to be shown. orange like the firey dawn, filled with promise orange like comfort and gravel and peeling one for your closest friend orange like enthusiasm determination encouragement. god
80-year-old Dream uploads the IRL manhunt at last. He’s got a cane. George uses a walker. Sapnap is the only one able to actually move. Bad still wins.
