A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2
second verse, same as the first-
lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post
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Baby Reveal
Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.
He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.
“You’re not streaming?”
Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”
With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”
It’s a Muscle
You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”
Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”
“...What?”
Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.
“...WHAT?!"
Butts
"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"
You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression.
"Thanks?"
He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.
Crrrrack!
"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"
"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"
"Damn you tall bastards!"
Twitter Trouble
“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”
“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”
“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”
“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”
You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.
“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”
“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”
The Horror
"Oh my god!"
"It's disgusting,"
"There oughta be a law."
You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."
"How many fucking tabs-"
"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"
"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"
You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."
"You guys are dicks."
Football Season
You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.
"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"
"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."
Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"
"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"
"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.
"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"
"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"
Towel Trouble
"Whatcha got there, baby?"
You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"
All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"Nice going, jackass."
"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."
"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."
"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"
George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"
"Suck me off."
"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."
"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."
"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."
"You're both cocksuckers."
TwitchCon
“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”
The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.
“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”