No date cuz its a dream
Tw: Swearing, BodyshamingI streamed in my dream. As i looked at the chat it was full with comments like this:
???: HAHA YOUR SO UGLY
???: No the ugly brat is streaming again
???: Your so fat
???: Your to skinny
???: I dont like your streams anymore
Yep the chat was full of hate. It took so long until i woke up.
25th December
2 PM
As i woke up i felt terrible and uncomfortable. I was to scared to go on Instagram or Twitter.
Even if i felt terrible asf i stood up and went to the kitchen. I saw Nick making Pancakes.
I asked him if i could help cuz im gentle and cool asf. He nodded and said:"Can you wake the others?"
I only nodded.
My first stop was Clay. I threw an pillow on him. He said:"Let me sleepppp" i only answered:"Nope"
I thought that hes gonna stay up so i went to George.
As i came in his room he was already awake. "Yo Nick is making Pancakes right now. Are you coming?"
George didnt heard me coming so he was frightened. I laughed and said it again. He answered:"Im coming but pls knock the next time i was about to get an heartattack"
When i came in the kitchen Clay wasnt there. Well i didnt woke him up ig.
So i had to go to the living room again.
I walked in the room and said:"Clayy wake up noww". He answered:"I dont want tooooo"I walked in front of him and wanted to give him my hand:"Come on stay upp"
He grabbed my hand and tragged me down to him. I think i blushed:"Come on stand up now"
I stood up grabbed his hand and tried to make him stay up. But i was to weak or he was to heavy. We will never know.
After a few minutes he finally stood up. I already went out of his room.
Nick and George already ate. I joined them. Clay came in after 5 minutes. I only ate one pancake cuz i still felt terrible. So i was already done.
Everyone was done after 10 minutes so i went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and spoke to myself(quiet):"Should i comment under the video? It could be stupid. I should ask them but thats kinda embarrassing"
I locked the door and showered.
As i walked out of the bathroom i saw that they are in the living room. They spoke about something and so i wanted to join.
I sat down beside Clay and said:"Sorry for interrupting you guys. What are ya talking about?"
Nick answered quick:"Mhm we wanted to go to the park and then prepare the party"
Go to the park? Oh no no no no no if someone recognize me then Clay is fucked:"Mhm eh i dont feel that well so do we need to?"
"You can stay here but then im also gonna stay":Clay answered.
Nick and George nodded. After 15 minutes they went to the park.
I didnt spoke to Clay. Well i went to the bathroom cuz i still felt so terrible. But this time i went on Twitter. Bad idea. I got a lot of hate. Like A LOT. I feel more bad now.
Clay knocked at the door. I slapped myself in the face(not hard) and whispered:"Your okay myself your okay"
"Hey Clay sry that it took so long":i said as i came out. He hugged me while saying:"I know why you want to stay in"
Fuck he knew it. Oh no thats so embarrassing.
Clay took me to his room to talk to me. "If you just say that it isnt you they should believe you"
I only nodded. So i took my phone and commented: Funny that this isnt even me
I still felt terrible. They are hating on me. Hate is normal i completely know that but its not comfortable.
A silent began. Idk if it was comfortable or not. He broke the silent with saying:"You got hate right? Im sorry for that. Ignore them. Your beautiful believe me. And if on street someone trying to talk to you then try to change your voice"
I only nodded again. He hugged me again. It was comfortable.
After a while Nick and George came back. Then we prepared the party
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Yoo this is a 100 words longer chapter then usuallll
Sry that i didnt uploaded since a while
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