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"Why the hell are there seven tubs of animal crackers? 150 in each! How many is that altogether??" I ask, confused as to why there are so many.

"1,050" Dream replies as he empties three bags of Doritos all into a bowl.

"Why!?" I exclaim. Sliding all seven to the side, where Corpse picks them up. All of them.

"Because I wanted them." He says nonchalantly as he delivers them to the coffee table. We're lucky that I have a massive coffee table.

"AAAAAAAAAA" Someone screams excitedly. It's Wilbur.

"Tommy! You absolute fucking King!!!!" He screeches, so loud that I cringe. I look over to see what he's got, and all I see is a MASSIVE pack of pistachios.

"HAH! Now now, Wil, you must calm down. The last time you ate these, you put a hole through your window" Tommy scolds him.

"He fucking what?" I deadpan.

"I-it's nothing, it's nothing, I promise you" Wil cuts in, I pin him under a skeptical gaze before moving on.

"You guys think we're going to eat all of this?" I ask, handing two bottles of chocolate milk to george and seven named plastic cups.

"Yeah." Sapnap mumbles as he takes a whole fucking box of beef jerkeys to the other room.

One other thing I don't seize to notice;

"Why is the majority of it sugar-free!? " I yell, scouring through the bags. More than half of it is sugar-free.

"It's good for us! You know, gaming-streamer-boys like us don't get up to much exercise, because our job is to sit in front of a screen, so it's best to eat as little fattening foods as possible. Including you. You're faint-hearted, so even though you need to take care of your blood sugar, you also need to stay healthy. So maybe it's a good change in diet" Dream explains.

"BRO. WHY YOU GOTTA CALL ME OUT LIKE THAT!?"

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Wilbur's POV

I want to catch Dream before everyone starts watching the movies, that way it shouldn't attract too much attention.

As I walk past him, I grip the sleeve of his-now dry- white shirt, and drag him to the washroom.

"I'm joining your little agreement." I mutter, closing the door, before turning to meet his piercing gaze.

"What." He asks, intimidatingly. I don't flinch and instead sit on the washer.

"You're agreement. With Y/n, Sapnap, Corpse. I know you know what I'm talking about" I cross my arms, my legs apart as I lean foward, staring at him.

"What happened earlier?" He steps forward, our height just even, as his gaze looms a centimeter above mine. My height has been decreased since I've sat down, so it's a fake sense of dominance.

"She was downtalking herself when we were playing guitar, so I told her otherwise, comforted her, then I kissed her. Well-she kissed me, and then she sat in my lap and cried for ages" I explained simply, recalling her vulnerability.

"Oh." Dream mumbles, seeming slightly taken aback, yet not breaking his demeanor.

"Let me join your thing" I don't hesitate to steer back on track.

"Why should I?"

"Because I have Y/n's consent, and I'm obviously better than you at taking care of her" I offer my points. Why am I asking him again? This is about Y/n. Not him. I recall my original reasoning and am glad I did. If he says he's okay with it, then I won't have to deal with this wanker's pissy behavior all the time.

"Mm... I think you may have to pay a small price, Wilbur" He murmurs, stepping foward again as he growls my name. I don't know if I should be turned on or fucking terrified.

"And what might that price be?" I ask, forcing my voice to remain steady. He steps forward again, now standing between my legs as he places his hands on either side of my legs, leaning against the washer.

"I'm not sure.. why don't you choose?" He smirks as our noses brush. Holy bloody shit, Dream's dominance is irrefutable, trying to better it would be futile. I feel my own intimidating facade falter as I grow more flustered by him. How could one be this much of a top?

I feel myself blush. This is undeniably gay, but why do I not care? This situation makes me question my sexuality.

On a complete whim, I tilt my head to the side, close my eyes, and meet my lips with his. Why did I do that? I can feel the smirk edging at his lips through the slow kiss.

"I was joking, Wilbur" He mumbles against my lips, I can feel them tingle with every vibration of his own lips, and the brush of cool air with each of his heavy breaths.
Even though he claims he wasn't being serious, his lips immediately return to mine, closer this time. He leans forward more, forcing the slightest bit more pressure and eagerness into the kiss.

I fiddle with my fingers, struggling to find something to do with my hands. Dream seems to have noticed this as he picks up my hands and moves them to the back of his neck, pulling back from the kiss to stare straight into my eyes as he guides my fingers to his hair.

I feel afraid. Nervous, sheepish under his gaze. He waits for me to object as he takes his hands away from mine. My hands sit stiffly at the back of his head, unsure of what to do.

"It's okay" He assures me, and I immediately feel embarrassed and irritated that he has to comfort me-a man-in this situation. I'm fine with the pride community, I completely support it, but I didn't expect to find myself amidst it.

"You're fine" Dream murmurs. "Go on" He urges. I struggle to keep a glare from slipping. My fingers twitch, cautiously beginning to move through his hair, running my fingers through neat, yet slightly overgrown locks. Dream is beautiful. There's no other way to describe it, the faceless online image only hides godlike features and phenomenal gleaming, emerald eyes.

"That's it..." his smirk returns, but he looks slightly proud.

"Oh, just shut the fuck up." I mutter, pulling his head back to mine. His smirk grows drastically, as he roughly kisses me once, before he moves down, to my neck. My breath hitches, but before I can stop anything, a jaw dropping sensation emerges as Dream sucks, and licks at a single spot in the crook of my neck.

A low groan sounds from the base of my throat and I'm surprised that it could have come from me. I hear and feel Dream chuckle against my skin, the vibrations seeping through my skin and into my bones.

"Shh.." He hushes, the air he blows against the spot sends chills down my spine, as I grip his hair between my fingers.

"Stop." I pull his head away, gently by his hair. He sends me a worried glance.

"Did I do something? Are you okay?" He whispers, the care audible in his voice.

"We're supposed to be watching movies. Not making out in the washroom" I mumble, standing up as I comb my fingers through his hair, tenderly fixing it.

"Your erection says otherwise." He smirks cockily as he pokes the lump in my pants. I grunt at the sudden touch.

"Says you, you prick" I knee the bulge in his pants, which makes him double over. I still casually brush his hair back into a formal position as he pretty much kneels at my feet.

"Fuck you. You might just have to give a blow job if you want in now" He mumbles through his heavy breathing, obviously being sarcastic.

"Too bad. I suppose I'll welcome myself in then" I utter, pulling him back to his feet. Comb my hand through his hair once more.

"Fine." He yawns, fixing his own hair before reaching up to adjust my collar and hair.

"Hm?" I hum, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"You can be part of the agreement. Only if I can kiss you too" I roll my eyes, smirking down at him as I take the doornob into my hand.

"I suppose I could live with that."

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Please tell me why my mind would only let me imagine this underwater as I wrote it. Send help.

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