AMARANTHINE ○ Streamers × Reader

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Y/n

I watch from the barstool as Wilbur exits the laundry, Dream following behind him, his facial expression contorted.

The laundry. What a strange place to choose to talk with him. Wil spots me staring at him, and walks over, leaning against the bench across from me.

George and Tommy are arguing over who gets to pick the first movie.

"So?" I smirk, "What happened to him?"

"He's so devious. I'll tell you later" He leans forward and kisses me over the counter with the smuggest look on his face. Although I glare it at him for being so reckless in front of the others.

"I see it worked out in the end anyway" I mumble, fiddling with my fingers, sparing a quick glance to the living room where Gogy and Tom are still arguing. They didn't see.

"Evidently" Wil smirks as he takes both of my hands, halting the fidgeting as he presses the fingers of one to his lips.

I watch over his shoulder as Sapnap sends Dream a  questioning look, and as Dream explains something quietly to him, Corpse listening as well. Sapnap nods understandingly, but I don't see a clear reaction from Corpse.

He just looks towards me, and doesn't look away. Wil grabs back my attention when he squeezes my fingers gently.

"Would you like to come to my studio tomorrow, and help me set up for stream?" He asks casually. I look at him for a second, processing what he said.

"I won't do face cam, don't worry" He offers a small smile as he caresses my fingers comfortingly.

"Sure" I smile back, "but not for too long, because I need to get ready for Monday. And so does Tommy, and I doubt he'll be able to by himself" I joke, pulling my hands out of his as I lean back, stretching.

"I'M CHOOSING!!!! WE'RE WATCHING THE LORAX!!" Tommy yells out, earning everyones attention.

"Hey Corpse." I nudge him, playing a shady demeanor.

"Mm?"

"You have seven tubs of animal crackers...." I begin. He just looks at me, waiting for me to continue.

"...and there are seven of us—"

"—No." He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence, shaking his head of curls as he sits down, practically on Sapnap on the smaller sofa.

Tommy is already obnoxiously stretched out on the sofa, George brings back a tray of microwaved chocolate pudding and hands a pottle with a spoon to each of us before sitting directly on Tom.

Dream takes my free hand and pulls me down onto the barrel sofa, Wil sitting with us. I shuffle back against the cushions, and stretch my legs out. Wilbur immediately slides up, resting his head on my stomach, and dream sits beside me.

I brush my hands through Wil's hair as Tommy navigates the TV. Wil is quietly eating his pudding already, and the pottles are relatively small, so I expect that they'll be gone soon.

I look down as I comb Wil's hair back and immediately stop to—not so quietly—hold back a fit of laughter. He looks up at me, still holding the spoon in his mouth.

"W-Wil!! Y-your hairline!" I gasp for air as I hold his hair back.

"No need to bully me about it" he mumbles, pushing my hand away, although it didn't matter, because it was brought right back. I rest my hand fully on his warm forehead, there was enough space for all four fingers and my thumb. I continue to giggle. I can hear Dream also struggling to breathe beside me. Wilbur just frowns, sitting up as though he's about to move away.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I plead, apologizing frantically as I pull him back down by the waist, he doesn't resist as I put him into his previous position.

"I love it, it's cute, see?" I gently brush his hair back again, then lean down to press a kiss to his comically expansive forehead.

"What!?" Dream exclaims. I turn to see him staring at us, looking as though he's just been betrayed.

"Hm?"

"What about me!!!??" He asks. I laugh.

"What do yoh mea—" he shoves his forehead in front of me.

"I want one. Give me one too." He demands.

"W-what!?" I stutter, taken aback by his boldness.

"Move, the movie is starting" I giggle, using my hand to attempt to nudge him away, but he doesn't budge.

"I'm not moving until I get a kiss as well" And he doesn't. For the next twenty seconds his forehead is held in front of my face. I know what he wants, I just wanted to see how long he could last, and it's proving to be quite a while.

I huff, brushing his mop of fluffy hair from his face, and brush my lips against the skin of his forehead. He scowls, I can't really see his face since the only light is coming from the television, but I know he's not content.

"Come on that hardly counts" He complains quietly. I sigh, leaning back down, but this time lower, connecting my lips to his briefly, then to his cheek, his temple to his brow, and again, his forehead.

"How about that?" I watch him as he pulls away, his blush bright, even in the dim light of the screen.

"I suppose it'll have to do" He leans forward to grab the bowl of Doritos. I smirk.

'Idiot.'

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I'm addicted to fluff.

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