Desire - A Dreamnotfound FanFiction [NSFW]

Chapter I - Introduction

A harsh golden glow illuminates Dream’s face, dimming and brightening with each scroll on TikTok. Dream’s face lightens up seeing all the cosplayers and their stories pass by him. The faint sound of a car alarm beeping in the background whispers behind the copyrighted music. He passes by a Dreamnotfound video, the Dream cosplayer brushes his finger against the Georgenotfound cosplayer’s lips, slowing pulling him closer until their lips touch the mask the confines the Dream cosplayer’s face. Carefully making sure not to like it, Dream opens the comments and to his surprise, he sees Georgenotfound’s comment at the top, “Omg NOOO!”. He likes the comment and continues scrolling, reading as “DREAMNOTFOUND”, “I ship it!!!”, and “HJDBBFUWIFBAKSJW” fill his screen.

Unbeknownst to Dream, Patches has entered his room and jumped at the edge of his bed, meow.

“What th-” the rest of his comment was cut off by the pounding of his own heart. “Oh my god, it’s just you.” Dream comments, out of breath, motioning for Patches to sit on his lap. “We’re gonna be entering a TeamSpeak soon Patches, so I’m going to need you to be a little quieter.” He whispers, petting the top of her head as she purrs.

Just as he finishes commenting on the newest TikToks under #dream, he gets a notification from Sapnap.

“Hey! When are you getting on TeamSpeak? Me and George are already in.” Dream cringes at Sapnap’s grammar, but who is he to judge when he can barely get his words out without wheezing when he’s laughing.

“Getting on now,” he replies, turning on his computer and booting up TeamSpeak, “don’t get your boxers in a twist.”

Leaving the computer to do his thing, Dream takes Patches outside into the kitchen. He fills one of her bowls with some cat food and the other with new water, watching her enjoy her food before entering his bedroom and closing the door.

Sitting down at his computer, he glides his mouse over the voice channels until finding the one that Sapnap and George are occupying. “Hey, guys.” He says, fully ready for whatever madness is about to take place.

“Finally,” Sapnap says, “I’m glad someone else is here to help me annoy George.”

“DREAM,” George screams, his bald eagle like screech vibrating through Dream’s headphones, “Sapnap keeps messing up the coding!”

“Am not!” Sapnap argues.

“AM TOO!” George retaliates.

Dream, not expecting them to be working on coding, is taken aback. Usually they code in the morning, earlier they start the sooner they finish, however, with such a late start they most likely won’t finish it tonight.

“What.. are we coding?” Dream asks, his tired but velvety voice erupting into the headphones of George and Sapnap.

“Did you forget already Dream?” Sapnap asks, “George wanted to code for one of his video ideas, it’s in the group chat.”

He already knows how this goes. George throws out multiple ideas and tries to code them all at once, usually leaving him in a jumbled mess of one’s and zero’s, he then asks Sapnap and Dream for help and they usually spend all night trying to figure out the solutions to any problems. It annoys him, but he understands that George is passionate about his work, plus this videos are pretty hilarious once they’re done.

“Let me che-,”  Dream is cut off by another screech from George.

“SAPNAP! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!”

“AM NOT!”

“AM TOO!”
  
Slowly, Dream hovers over the deafen button and hits it. He looks up to the ceiling, placing his hands on his face, covering his smile, thinking of the day where George and Sapnap stop acting like children.