(Authors note: Guess who found some time to write again? Anyways, enjoy my dogshit writing once more. I am trash at writing dms as well sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for the shit layout)
@dreamwastaken2 started following you.
Huh. Why do I recognize that name? Maybe I saw him while playing some bedwars? Or... I rattle off a bunch of places until I eventually just give up and decide to message him.
Y/UN (Your Username): Hey! I recognize your name, where have I seen you before?
He responds almost instantaneously (I hope I spelled that right).
@dreamwastaken2: I was the person that called you cute on stream today. Wilbur gave me your twitter.
Y/UN: Really? He didn't seem to like you too much. No clue why he was such a butt to you earlier today.
@dreamwastaken2: I have my theories.
Y/UN: You sound like a psychopath. Anyways, talk to you later!
@dreamwastaken2: I DO NOT.
@dreamwastaken2: ok maybe a bit
What a peculiar man. "Y/N dinner is ready!" Wilbur yells from the kitchen. "Coming!"
I go to the kitchen, where Wilbur has made my F/F. (Favorite Food) "WILBUR I FUCKING LOVE YOU" I scream in excitement.
Time skip (cause i am bad at writing filler)
"So, Y/N, have you thought about what you're going to stream?" Wilbur asks. "Not really" " Well you better hurry, I tweeted out that you were going live tomorrow."
I quickly grab my phone out of my pocket, hurrying to check twitter. He wasn't lying. He also tagged that dream guy saying "and no simping".
I check the comments for what he responded, and all he said was "I'll be there."
What a fucking weirdo.
(Authors Note: Sorry for this being short! wanted to get this out today but ran out of time. Thanks for reading this dogshit.)
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The British Dudes Sister - A DreamxReader
Fanfiction( Not my cover, don't know who drew it) First book, so thank you to all who read it, and sorry if its absolutely trash. Enjoy short chapters and non frequent updates because I have stuff do to. NO SMUT
