AMARANTHINE [streamers × reader]

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After a while of just sitting there, on the floor, the few odd kisses grazing my lips, my phone rings. I pull my phone out of my pocket, Wil's head still rested on my shoulder with his arms laced around me.

It's Dream.

"Hello?" I ask after I've pressed the screen against my ear.

"Hey, Y/n. We're about to checkout, so is there anything that you and Wil want before we leave?" Dream asks. I can hear the others quietly arguing over something in the background.

"Chocolate." Wil mumbles, picking his head up from my shoulder. He looks tired. I reach my free hand up behind his head, and run my hands through his hair. It's fluffy and ruffled and his face is adorable.

He let's his cheek fall back onto my shoulder at the slightest nudge of my hand. Why is he being so cute?

"Why does Wilbur sound so close to you and the phone?" Dream chuckles, and I immediately think back to the "agreement" with him and Sapnap and now Corpse as well. Though it's not even a relationship. There's no reason for me to feel guilty is there? Then why do I feel so guilty anyway?

"She's on my lap." Wil murmurs quietly, yet loud enough for both me to hear and the microphone to pick up. I tense up, and I'm sure Wil can feel it as he pulls back to look at me.

"O-oh.. right" Dream chuckles, obviously not expecting that reply.

"I'm kidding, we're on my couch. She's just sitting beside me" Wil lies, scanning my face.

"Okay" He laughs. "Is that it?"

"Yep" we both answer.

"Okay, bye" He says before hanging up.

Without another word, Wil easily stands up, holding me to him, my legs still around his waist tighten as he heads back towards his door, picking up Dream's hoodie on the way.

"Why did you get so paranoid after I told Dream that you were sitting my lap?" He says after a while of silence as he opens the door to my apartment.

I'm going to have to explain this to him, aren't I?
I squeeze my arms around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Well.. Dream and Sapnap are ignorant and jealous, and so they made an agreement about both being able to kiss me without being pissy at eachother, and now they're acting like possessive boyfriends, like this morning when you had that aggressive staring match. I don't want you to have to put up with that" I mumble quietly, his ear right by my face.

"Agreement? About kissing you?" He scoffs as he leans back against the bench.

"Exactly. It's pretty fucking weird" I utter, starting to get embarrassed of the situation. Wil turns around and sets me on the countertop.

"If you're worried about them being pissy little jealous bastards, then why don't I just join the agreement? It's for them to not get mad at eachother for being clingy, right?" He inquires. I nod.

"Then I'll just join the agreement" He shrugs.

"I don't know, they let Corpse in, and that's already a lot of people. It makes me feel guilty" I hesitate.

"Hey. It's not like you're in multiple different relationships with multiple different people. Think of it more as multiple guys having consent to kiss you" He persuades. "I'm joining your little agreement gang. If you're okay with that" He states matter-of-factly.

"Tell Dream that." I grin, considering his perspective.

"I will. Then I can kiss you whenever I want" He sings, leaning in to join our lips for another decent kiss.

I smile, shaking my head as I slip down from the counter. Wil steps out of the way as I grab Dream's borrowed hoodie from the bench and retreat to the laundry.

I can feel his presence right behind me as I put the jersey in the hamper. I'll get the boys to put out their washing tonight.

As soon as I turn around, my forehead is met with Wil's chest. I forget how tall he is, and it's honestly quite intimidating and the height difference is just straight up offensive.

How dare you be that tall?

"Did you want to come with me to stream tomorrow? Around 1PM?"

His arms wrap around me before I can recollect myself, and he cranes his neck to press his lips to my temple. Because I doubt he could be bothered—or even able—to bend down any further to reach my lips.

"U-um, what are you going to stream?" I ask, looking up at him as I back up to sit on the washing machine.

"Geoguessr. You can sit out of frame, I'll even turn off my face cam if it makes you comfortable" He says, brushing my hair back.

"Oh, no don't worry about that" I grin "I'll join you, but knowing Tommy, he might need a bit of help preparing for Monday, so I'd like to get that done first"

"Oh, that's fine. I can't wait" He smiles widely, and I smile back as he leans down, now able to reach my lips due to the extra height the washer provides me with.

It truly surprises me how much more clingy he's become within the past hour. He seemed to be the older brother type, considering how he treated George and Tommy. Maybe he just needs attention as well.

I hear the door click before it opens and I pull myself away from Wil's embrace, stepping back into the living room to welcome everyone back.

I wave as Corpse wanders over to me immediately, quietly pulling me into his arms. Dream's gaze finds my face, then instantly flicks to Wil's behind me. I shoot him a warning glance before moving my eyes to Sapnap who is approaching me.

"Are you okay?" He mumbles as he steals me from Corpse's grasp. I nod.

"I told you not to faint" Tommy glares at me.

"I didn't! It was just a small panic attack. Nothing big" I reach up to ruffle his hair, to which he ducks his head so I can reach.

"As long as you're okay" he nudges my side before taking the bags that hang from his fingers to the kitchen. I follow, because I predict that I'll have to dish out the snacks.

George catches up, walking beside me with another armful of bags.

"Are we not going to talk about the fact that Dream said he was your boyfriend to those fans?" He teases in a sing-song tone. I smirk.

"Are you jealous?" I retort, beginning to help Tommy empty out the bags.

"Yes. I'm very jealous of him" George replies, sounding slightly more serious now.

"Ah, well it sucks to be you" I grin.

"Stop flirting" Tommy grumbles, his face scrunched up.
George just laughs and I giggle, patting his shoulder.

"Are you jealous, now?" I chaff. Nudging him, to which I recieve another playful jab to the ribs.

"No."

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