𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 || tommyinnit x reader

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"OH FUCK YEAH, TAKE THAT BITCHES!"

you've been streaming for about an hour so far, and you have won most of the bedwars games that you'd played. you had about 50k people watching you at the moment, cheering you on and making fun of you when you made a small mistake. god you loved your fans.

"IVE WON AGAIN! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO!"

"Y/N! CAN YOU PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN?"

you shouted back down an apology to your mum before joining another game, taking a sip of your dr. pepper while speed bridging to the middle already.

you win another dozen games in bedwars before deciding to stop playing. you turn to the chat and start scrolling though donos and talking to your viewers.

"when are you gone next post on Instagram? i don't really go on instagram a lot but I'll post soon if it makes ya'll happy."

"how old are you? I'm sixteen."

"how are you so good at bedwars? well honey, you see that's just pure talent. I'm kidding, im kidding, I have a lot of practice"

"I dare you to tweet that your a god at bedwars? ok bet"

you grab your phone from next to your pc and open twitter, typing out the tweet and posting it before going back to talking to your chat

y/n <3  @cloudia_ :
im a fucking god at bedwars xoxo

after another hour or so of talking to your chat, you decide to end stream, raiding a small twitch streamer you'd seen the other day. you loved seeing small creators reactions when you raided them, it made you happy knowing that you'd made them happy.

you looked back over at your phone when you heard it buzz, telling you that people had replied to your tweet from earlier

y/n <3  @cloudia_ :
im a fucking god at bedwars xoxo
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dream  @dreamwastaken :
bet I could beat you at a solo game
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y/n <3  @cloudia_ :
ok bet, stream w/ me tomorrow
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dream  @dreamwastaken :
ok, answer your dms and we'll sort something out :)

it took you a couple seconds to realise what was going on.
you were gonna stream with dream. tomorrow.
what the fuck.

you go onto twitter dms and to absolutely no surprise, you had a dm from dream.

dream:
I could 100% beat you at bedwars

y/n:
im 16 but I could definitely beat your ass at bedwars

dream:
yeahhh..
no
so, you up to stream tomorrow, about 5pm for you I think?

y/n:
yup, sounds good to me

dream:
ok cool

y/n:
get ready to be beaten by a child xoxo

dream:
you wish

after you've finished your conversation with dream, you run down the stairs, almost falling straight into your mum who was stood at the bottom of the stairs

"oh mum! I'm so sorry!"

"it's fine sweetie but please be more careful"

"I will, I will"

you run past your mum and into the kitchen, looking through the fridge and cupboards for something to eat since the only thing you'd had that day was coco pops and it was almost 4.40pm

you decide on a packet of crisps and a glass of orange juice, grabbing them and walking back upstairs, making sure not to spill any juice on the way up.

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idc what ya'll say, orange juice is superior xoxo

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