AMARANTHINE ○ Streamers × Reader

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Your POV

We'd been spread around the kitchen. George, Sapnap, and Corpse sat on the bar stools, Tommy on the counter by the sink, taking part in their conversation.

Wilbur and I sat on the opposite countertop discussing his music.

"Please, you can even be in the background, I won't even mention you in the credits" Wilbur had been trying to get me to collaborate with him.

"I dunno.."

"Oh come on. You could get so much out of your ability. This could be a huge opportunity for you" Wilbur added.

"I-" "Did you enjoy playing my guitar earlier?" He asked, swinging his legs gently as he turned his head to look at me.

"Yeah" I nodded, blushing slightly at the memory. Some alternative-indie rock was playing quietly, but loud enough to blur and blend the separate conversations.

"Did you enjoy singing too?"

"Yeah. It was fun" I smiled. He jumped off the counter top to stand in front of me and grip my shoulders.

"So y/n. Imagine how much fun we could have together. We both clearly enjoy it" Wilbur gave me an accusing grin.

"Think about it" he turned to join the other discussion. The click of the door closing could be heard around the corner.

"Dream!!" George rushed into his arms. I turned down the music.

"You are Dream, aren't you?" George backtracked.

"No? I'm Joe" he replied.

"Who's- ugh. Idiot" George sighed. I chuckled with Dream.

"You're very tall" George muttered.

"You're very short" Dream smirked.

"Where have you been?" I asked, taking his backpack from him.

"At the studio" he yawned, stretching as his back cracked. I cringed.

"Doing what?" I asked, confused.

"Recording" Dream sighed, pulling off his hoodie.

"Recording what?" Sapnap asked. The others stood in the living room by the door now too.
Wilbur stood close behind me.

"Music" Dream plopped down onto the small sofa.

"MUSIC??! WHAT MUSIC??" Tommy shouted.

"Can I be in it???" He added.

"I think it's a bit late for that, sorry Tommy" Dream laughed awkwardly.

"Damn. I could have gotten a lot of women out of that" The boy sighed, sitting down on the floor, leaning against the couch.

Wilbur chuckled. "Shut up Tommy".

"Yeah, child" George added. Dream laughed.

"Tommy, how old are you?" I wondered.

"18, why?"

(I know he isn't, but he is for the sake of the story. Please don't cancel me)

"Are you still in school?" I asked.

"Yeah. Wilbur enrolled me in a school" He proceeded to tell me which one, turns out it's the same one.

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"Am I making a family dinner tonight?" I joked. Wilbur had his arm slung around my shoulders, he had his phone in his other hand as he was messaging someone.