𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣 【 tommyinnit x reader

𝕧. ластик

i groaned and pounded my head on the small desk beside my easel. nothing i drew came out the way i wanted it to, and this project had to be perfect if i wanted tommy to see it properly.

i had to have my work presented in the show. it would ruin everything if i didn't. this piece was special to me, and i felt that my muse needed to see it in a special way.

muse... the word made my heart pound. was that what tommy was? was he my muse? were all of my feelings towards him due to an artistic admiration? maybe so, but i decided not to think of it much.

the rough canvas wore my eraser down faster than paper, causing me to need to get a new one. once i noticed i was out of erasers, i pounded my head against the desk yet again before getting up. i left the bedroom and went down the hall, knocking on tommy's door.

i heard him yell a quick "im streaming," before i walked in.

"just me," i waved to his webcam and started to search around his desk drawers.

"oh- hey- EY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" tommy screamed, and i could hear his friends laugh through his headphones.

"need an eraser. i wore all mine out. do you have any?" i pushed my weight onto the back of his chair, forcing him to look up at me.

"i should, but it would be in my backpack..." once he replied, i stood up and went to the door to search the hanging bag, but he spoke up, "hey, they want to meet you."

"who?"

"my friends." he smiled and took his headphones off so he could hold them out to me.

i sighed and sat on his lap, ignoring his protests. i slipped on the headphones and spoke into the mic, "здравствуйте. i can't believe this bitch boy actually has friends other than me."

"neither can i," spoke a posh voice, "i'm wilbur, tommy has talked about you a lot."

i laughed, "has he now? not surprised."

i heard tommy grumble slightly as i giggled. he wrapped his hands around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder, not bothering to care about the camera.

"hey tom-- can i play for you?" i poked his cheek and gestured to the open minecraft world on his computer.

"i guess, just don't fuck anything up or kill anyone."

i smiled, and put my hands on the keyboard and mouse, soon another voice spoke up from the headphones.

"hello! i'm tubbo!" spoke a cheery british boy.

i smiled, "y/n."

"i know!" tubbo laughed, "tommy never shuts up about you."

"that's the second time i've heard that," i shook my head with a smile and then rested it on tommy's which sat in the cook of my neck. "thomas, if anyone else says that i might think you're in love with me."

tommy's head perked up, "what the fuck are they saying? y/n give me one of the fucking headphones." he took out one of the earbuds and put it in his ear, and then yelled into the mic, "wilbur, tubbo, what the fuck are you saying to them?"

"i do not know what you're talking about. hey y/n, did you know that tommy spent an hour on call trying to memorize how to say 'you're pretty' in russian?" wilbur laughed.

my face heated along with tommy's, but while i stayed silent, he yelled again, "no, i never fucking did that, y/n they're stupid."

"oh so im not pretty?" i smirked, knowing full well he was trying to cover up.