#mcyt x fem!reader

[heartofwritiing]

His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

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[bethsvrse]

general daring headcanons with quackity 😻?

DATING QUACKITY HEADCANONS

PAIRING Quackity x streamer!reader

A/N I wrote this in class so this is lowkey short. Hope you like it though 😭🫶

(Also sorry if he’s a little ooc, I haven’t watch quackity in so long)

Not massive on PDA but will always has your pinky’s locked when your walking around and a arm around you shoulders when your sitting down

He’s very touchy in private though

Always having to be near you and touching you in some way when no one’s around

Quackity will never admit it but he loves being the little spoon.

Just resting on your chest whilst you guys are watching a movie *mwah* his favourite

He would always watch your streams no matter what

He also sends donos with a large amount of money to ask a simple question even if y’all are a room away

You were having a chill stream, putting on makeup before you went out with Quackity for dinner.

‘Where do you wanna go for dinner’ Quackity sent in a dono with $30 added and your eyes widened when you realised.

“Quackity what the fuck! Just come into my office!” You complain, chat going by really fast with laughs.

“Not bothered to get up <3” he sends with another $30 added

“Okay, I’m buying dinner then. You can’t keep wasting your money like this!”

“I’m buying dinner” it said with $100 attached

“I’m actually going to murder you Quack”

He called you mamacita as a joke once but it kinda just stuck

Chat freaks the first time they heard Quackity call you that

When you guys revealed your relationship, you did a whole stream reacting to ship edits

Most of them were super cute edits

Like ones of you guys staring at each other with heart eyes

Almost everyone loves you together not including those weird 13 year old fans

Every time you guys hang out, he swears he hasn’t laughed that hard in his entire life

Quackity literally loves you sm and always promises you that he will never ever leave you

#bethsvrse #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x fem!reader #quackity x streamer!reader #fanfic #dating headcanons #quackity headcannons #dating quackity headcanons #I love him sm #he’s so silly #and adorable #x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

[cherrynwinesk]

I know this is roleplay, but by these vibes I mean Quackity would treat his partner like a princess.

#qsmp quackity #quackity smp #quackity fluff #quackity #dsmp quackity #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #qsmp #incorrect quotes #quackity clips #video #mcyt x y/n #mcytblr #mcyt #gn reader #fem reader #male reader

[pray4saint]

hii! can i order a grande americano with extra sugar (breeding and praising) with a slice of cake please?

atta girl

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. breeding kink. praise. fem!reader. couple uses of 'girl'. creampie/cumming inside.

a/n. yes ofc! thank you for participating :)) / also just a side note but dream with a breeding kink is one of my favourite things to write

dream's breath was warm against the back of your neck as his hips moved to rut against your ass, shoving his cock in and out of your cunt. all around the room the only sounds to be heard were your moans and whines, dream's little whispers and groans, and skin slapping against skin.

”fuck baby,” you felt when his hips stuttered in just the slightest. still, you pushed yourself back against him, trying to keep his cock inside you. then he leaned in real close and nipped at your ear. ”m'gonna cum inside you baby, okay? you gonna be a good girl and take my cum, right?” you nodded frantically and he grinned, he knew how badly you craved his praise, how it made you squeeze his cock and your hands ball harder at the sheets. ”atta girl.” he pulled his head up from beside you, focusing his attention on keeping your hips firm in his hands and keeping his pace steady.

you whined at him, ”c'mere, please..” you weren't even sure how he heard you but he did and leaned over, ”what is it love?” you breathed in and out, heavy and managed out few words with how hard his hips hit against you. ”please.” he looked a little confused although you didn't know that. ”please what?” it was hard to focus with how he panted and the air he released fanned behind your ear. ”breed me, clay. please. need it.” it was at those words that you felt your boyfriend's cock twitch inside your pussy, his pace faltering. ”yeah? y'want me to breed you?” again you nodded, keeping your face close to the pillow. ”course you do. you're my perfect girl, and y'always want to hold on to my cum f'me, isn't that right?"

”yes. fuck, yes!” he smiled and pressed a kiss behind your ear before tucking his face into your neck, his pace beginning to get sloppy. in almost no time at all, he's stopped the movement of his hips, pressing himself as far into as he can as he cums. ”that's it baby, you're doing so good for me.” still all you can do is whine at the feeling of him filling you up.

he takes a moment to rock into you again, fucking his cum as deep inside as he could, whispering sweet nothings. ”gotta make sure you keep it all in.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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[lilywastaken]

First of all I hope this is the request section second of all love your writings you’ve done so far <3 now to my request, I’ve been seeing way to many edits about dream in mr beast Antartica video. What if fem/reader went along with them and slept with in dream,sapnap, jimmy tent. It would be a dream x reader, friends to lovers or already a couple your choice :). Can’t wait to read more from you <3

⇝ARTIC COLD.

CC! DreamWasTaken x FEM!Reader.

SUMMARY: Spending 50 hours in Antarctica wasn't on your list of things to do this month, but neither was sharing a sleeping bag with your crush.

WARNINGS: Fluff, mentions of blood, illness (Dream's ill the whole time ☠️.), a lot of swearing!

A/N: My first request!! Thank you so much for it! <3 I chose the friends to lovers route with it, and kind of got carried away cause I love this idea (as you'll see)!! I'm actually really proud of this one, it might be my favourite piece of writing yet LMAO. Requests are still open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you all for the support! &lt;33

WORD COUNT: 5.8K

MASTERLIST.

Also on ao3!

You were used to travelling at this point.

Living with some of the biggest content creators of the year and creating content yourself meant that you were always being invited to places, whether it be conventions or get-togethers with internet friends.

And although you were well acquainted with Karl and knew who he worked for, you had never expected to be invited to be part of one of Mr Beast's survival challenges alongside your roommates and his crew, and you would've been crazy to even imagine you'd be invited to travel to Antarctica of all places.

After living for half a year in one of the warmer states in the U.S., you didn't know how you were meant to survive below 0 degrees when all you had to wear were tank tops and the occasional long sleeved shirt.

Which meant you were stuck borrowing your roommates' big chunky jackets and sweaters that they had brought alongside them for the trip.

It wasn't as if you weren't used to borrowing clothes from them, hell, you were pretty sure most of your closet consisted of Dream's clothes that were too small to fit him anymore.

But that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"You look like a penguin."

George snorted as soon as you stumbled out of the jet's tiny bathroom, sporting one of the many jackets you were required to wear before exiting the aircraft and stepping onto Antarctica.

"Go fuck yourself." You sneered back, zipping your coat up to your chin and shoving your hands into the pockets, somehow already feeling the chill from the outside despite not having landed yet. "I'm afraid I won't be able to look as stylish as you wish me to during our stay in fucking Antarctica."

"I think you look stylish enough." Clay teased cheekily as he walked up from behind you, large hands landing on your shoulders to manoeuvre you out of his way, causing you to roll your eyes long enough to cause a headache at the cockiness he was exhibiting simply because you had chosen to wear his clothes instead of anyone else's.

"You're just saying that because it's your jacket she's wearing." Nolan commented as Karl helped him zip up the last of the many coats he was wearing, a teasing tone in his voice.

"And she looks good in it, what's the issue?" Dream didn't seem to want to back down from their back and forth, as usually happened with those. When Nolan didn't respond, the blond turned his head around and shot you a grin along with a thumbs up, his silent way of boasting after one of his so-called wins.

"You're such an idiot." You muttered under your breath as Sapnap handed you one of the many scarves that were littered across the floor, and you for one were glad that you had something to cover your face, not wanting anyone to notice the warmth that had risen to your cheeks after your small interaction with Dream.

Despite you living with him for almost a full year, he had somehow never gotten the memo about your true feelings towards him, unlike both Sapnap and George and half of the goddamn internet, who were full-on convinced that you were head over heels for the previously faceless YouTuber, and to be fair, they weren't far off.

He'd been the first one to reach out after lurking around in your streams, the first one to invite you into their server and make an effort to include you into the ongoing lore, to add you to streams with his internet friends and therefore introduce you to the people who you now considered to be your best friends.

It was inevitable, really. After countless hours spent listening to each other's voices through your speakers and being one of the first people to see his face despite his initial fear of rejection, how could you not fall in love with him? He was perfect, from the way his nose crinkled when he smiled to the countless moles adorning his body, he was perfect.

It was stupid, really, how hard you'd fallen for someone who had started out as a simple stranger on the internet who happened to also play Minecraft to one of the people you loved the most.

And you were going to make sure that he'd never know how much you truly loved him, the chances of your confession ruining the friendship you both had built too high to even consider.

"Why are you guys just standing around, we're about to land!" Jimmy came out of the cockpit, clapping his hands together and ushering everyone towards their luggage in an effort to get you to get ready quicker. "Come on! I don't want any of you catching frostbite and dying on me!"

"Wait, that's possible!?"

Despite all the layers of clothing Dream was currently sporting, he somehow managed to feel your hand wrap around his elbow, shuffling closer to his taller build as you readied to exit the aircraft.

"You okay?" He pulled his ski mask down below his lips so he could send you a reassuring smile, his juniper eyes obscured by the ski goggles that sat snuggly on his face.

"Yep. Totally okay. Totally not freaking out because we're about to spend 50 hours in the coldest place on earth. Totally fine, Clay." Your words came out of your mouth almost at the speed of light as your gloved hands fumbled with the scarf around your neck, receiving a laugh from the blond in response.

"Calm down. I doubt Jimmy will actually let us die, okay?" He moved your hands away from your face and fixed your problem himself, the smile on his lips only growing as his fingers brushed against your warming cheeks, a huge contrast to the cold air swirling outside.

"And if you do, just make sure to tell everyone to like and subscribe, okay?" A small 'oof!' left you as Chandler slammed his hands on your shoulders from behind, getting a slightly angered glare from Dream and a few giggles from the others at his action.

"Fuck you, man." You smiled, the sweet yet very brief encouragement you'd received lifting your spirits almost immediately.

But they were swiftly dampened as the doors opened, and holy fucking shit, you'd underestimated how cold it was going to be.

The sun was shining onto your small group, but not a single trace of warmth was felt on your skin, and oh god what you'd give to be back home curled underneath your bed covers holding Patches in your arms.

Jimmy didn't spare a single second to start the challenge, already heading over to the spot he'd claimed would be perfect for the makeshift camp that would be your home for the next two days.

Luckily, you'd been tasked with carrying one of the lighter pieces of luggage, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't almost busted a lung laughing whenever you saw one of the boys slip or trip and fall flat on their faces, but you did stop every time Dream stopped to cough, knowing he had caught a chill right before boarding the plane and the freezing temperatures you were being forced to travel through would likely do him no good.

After surviving a surprise blizzard and almost slipping a few times, you finally reached the spot Jimmy had marked in his mental map. You were almost ready to collapse into the soft looking snow, but of course, you were forced to put up the tents you'd be staying in, which proved even more difficult than propping up a normal tent in the woods, thanks to the never ending wind and slippy snow.

But as soon as you were allowed into the safety of the main tent, you curled into a ball in the corner and fought with your gloves to turn on your phone, which barely worked due to the cold.

"What the fuck are you trying to do with that?" Sapnap groaned as he fell to the ground in front of you, spying at the device in your hands as if he were some sort of prehistoric man and this was his first contact with fire. "You're an actual imbecile if you think there's going to be even a sliver of reception here."

You stuck your tongue out to him and moved to kick his side with your snow boots, snickering in victory as he finally moved away from you, leaving an empty spot at your side as Jimmy started to take out the strange contraptions that were required to make food in such extreme weather, but you were too tired to listen in to his explanation.

"Made you something." You visibly cringed at the sound of Dream's groggy voice before he came into view, ski mask and goggles abandoned so you could see clearly how red and runny his nose was, gloves off so he could hand you the warm packet of food he claimed to have made.

"Didn't know you were a Rudolph cosplayer.", You commented on his appearance with a sly smile, almost dropping the food as you felt him curl into your side, head falling onto your shoulder with a shaky moan of pain, clearly not amused by your attempt at a joke. "You okay?"

"No. Not okay." He whined, his warm breath hitting your neck from where his head was situated and causing goosebumps to form, your body still not used to this much proximity with him. "I feel like shit. Like… worse than shit."

You'd normally roll your eyes at such a statement, but you knew now that he was telling the truth, you'd seen the blood he coughed up the day before during your stay in Chile, and you knew that a cold could quickly turn into something way worse given the time.

You were ready to offer him help with whatever he needed, but you were cut off before you could even begin as you saw his mouth open wide from the corner of your eye.

"Wh-"

"Feed me." He attempted to say without closing his mouth, soft eyes looking up at you through his long eyelashes with a pleasing look. "C'mon. Hungry."

You tried to ignore the head creeping up your neck as you reached into the bag with the plastic spoon to scoop up some of the now lukewarm food out and into his mouth, watching as he closed his mouth around the spoon and gulped, moaning softly at the taste.

"Holy shit that might actually be the best thing I've ever tasted." He opened his mouth again, waiting for you to shovel a bit more food into his mouth.

"Oh, so what you said about my pesto was a lie?" You said, pouting in mock sadness as you repeated your action, shoving the spoon into his mouth a bit too hard and making him choke, but before you could apologise, he shook his head, answering your previous accusation.

"Okay, second best. Your cooking skills put this delicious cold goop to shame." He joked between a few chews, nudging you slightly with his shoulder. "You know that."

"Ah, so you're comparing my food to this?" You raised the bag in question and shook it a bit to further your point, trying your best to not burst out laughing at how panicked he looked as he tried to explain himself; a frown etching onto his face as you finally broke and let out a soft giggle.

"You're making fun of me." He finally seemed to realise as you nodded in response, about to shove some snow in your face if it weren't for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth and the puppy eyes you shot in his direction.

"Truce?"

The gulp he made was enough of a response for you.

Once the spoon you had used for Dream was well disposed of (you didn't want to risk getting ill yourself), you started eating some of the food yourself, Dream's head still snugly resting on your shoulder as he watched your every movement, making small talk every now and then and joining in on the conversations the others were having.

"Okay, it's like… almost midnight." Jimmy commented as he stared down at his watch, everyone staring back at him with the same bewildered expression, since the sun was still shining down onto your small camp. "We gotta get to bed."

"But it's still sunny outside!" Karl whined, pulling back the entrance slap to stare outside for a split moment, everyone immediately shouting at him for letting the cold in.

"And it's going to stay like that! Did the American school system fail you this badly!? Haven't you lot learnt about Antarctica? The sun is always up here!" George exclaimed in frustration, already zipping up his jacket, urging everyone else to abandon their food and do the same.

"Exactly! So let's get into our tents and try to get some rest, okay?" Jimmy encouraged, trying his best to keep everyone's morale up, picking up his sleeping bag and waiting for everyone to be ready before opening the tent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You heard Sapnap curse as he followed his group into the tent with their sleeping bags, your own pressed to your chest for extra warmth until you reached the tent you'd be staying in, quickly making yourself at home on the right side.

"Dibs!" You didn't even try to hide the amusement in your voice as you slammed your bag and belongings onto the plastic ground, immediately starting to zip down the giant coat you'd been wearing.

"Yeah, yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes with a smile as he and Nolan claimed the left side, leaving Dream standing at the entrance in confusion, staring at the empty spot beside your sleeping bag as if it was an abomination of nature.

His brain hadn't seemed to comprehend that he'd be sleeping next to you when you confessed you'd feel safer sleeping in the same tent as him, he had simply assumed you'd be sleeping next to Nolan or Jimmy, not him.

"You okay, dude? You're letting in all the cold." Your voice snapped him out of the daze he had been in, rapidly nodding instead of answering since he really didn't trust his voice to work right then.

Once the tent was zipped up tight, he awkwardly shuffled towards you, watching intently as you pushed your jackets off, which left you in the tight shirt all of you wore beneath the heaps of coats.

His hands shook as he undid his sleeping bag, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the cold or because of how close to you he was going to be in a few minutes.

And he didn't know why this was affecting him so much, he'd been cuddled up into your side less than an hour ago, and he wouldn't be able to count the times you'd crawled into his bed back home after a nightmare or if you were being too lazy to make the few steps that it took from his room to yours. He'd had you in his arms, hell, he'd felt the warm skin of your waist beneath his open palms that one time he helped you decorate the Christmas tree, so why was this different?

Maybe he was deluded.

That's probably right, his cold had gotten so bad that it was affecting his senses, which meant he was now super fucking awkward around you and wanted nothing more than to hide his face in the crook of your neck and feel once again your warm skin bene-

What?

What the fuck?

What the actual fuck?

He froze in his tracks as he stopped his train of thought from going any further, his face heating up as he reviewed the thoughts about you that seemed to have infiltrated his mind.

Well…. it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about you like that, it was sort of inevitable. You were one of his closest friends, (maybe his closest, but don't tell George that.) and yeah, maybe once in a while he had thought about kissing you, about threading his fingers through your hair and tracing every feature on your pretty face while you laid in his arms.

And… and maybe he had told himself that all those times you had come to him at night for comfort or had stayed in his arms while watching a movie, were nothing but platonic, that you would probably do the same with Sapnap or George (despite the absolute fucking jealousy he felt brewing inside of him at the thought of you lying in their arms instead of his.) and the moments you spent talking about everything and anything at the same time weren't reminiscent to all of his past relationships, because this wasn't a relationship! He was your best friend! Not some creep that was in love with the girl who trusted him the most! Nope! No way.

He nodded to himself in confirmation as he finally finished setting up his sleeping bag, flopping down onto it with an angered huff, ignoring the amused look you sent in his direction.

"You're going to sleep like that?" You questioned, poking his side teasingly, causing him to yelp and move away from your touch as if it was poison as quickly as he could, snapping his head down to look at his outfit.

His cheeks went even redder (if humanly possible) as he realised he had been this close to falling asleep in full Antarctica tactical gear, quickly shoving all of his layers off so he was in the tight shirt your two other tent-mates were also wearing.

"You're so stupid." You snorted at him with a fond smile, turning around on top of your makeshift bed to pick up your phone and some earphones you'd been smart enough to bring. "Downloaded some anime Karl recommended, you want to watch an episode before we sleep?" You offered, making sure your voice was low enough that it didn't disturb Jimmy or Nolan, who were busy talking to the cameraman; lifting an earbud in one hand and waving it around enticingly.

"Y-Yeah, why not?" He smiled back at you, awkwardly shuffling towards you and keeping his distance because he was your friend who respected your boundaries and definitely did not like you.

He sputtered out a whine as you rolled your eyes and pulled his sleeping bag flush against yours, forcing him to sit right next to you, arm to arm, leg to leg and foot to foot. He raised a shaking hand to pop in the earbud you handed to him and tried his best to focus on the screen and not on how fucking warm your skin felt against his, how cute you sounded when you let out a short snort or a low giggle, how pretty you looked from the side with the glow of your phone reflecting your features.

Fuck.

You, for one, were actually enjoying the show at hand (despite only having one earbud, but that didn't matter.), and not focusing on how close Dream was to you, something you were learning to do after all the times you'd spent curled into his side at his bed back home.

You hadn't really thought about how the sleeping arrangements would work back on the plane, you were more concerned about the plastic device Jimmy had shoved into your hand and tried his best to explain how it was supposed to help you use the restroom.

But now that you were given the time to breathe, you finally realised how close you'd be to him, the thought enough to make you want to shove your face into a pillow and scream into it like a schoolgirl, just like every time you ended up in his arms.

Before the episode could finish, the cameraman left after filming a bit of Jimmy and Nolan, the latter escorting him out and turning back around, his gaze flicking down to your sleeping bag.

"Ah, shit, your bag's ripped."

"What?" You let your phone fall onto your lap and leaned over your legs to grab at the end of what would've been your bed if it weren't for the giant gash that had split the bottom in half, exposing your socks to the outside. "Fuck! Jimmy!"

The man in question popped his head up from where he was lying down, surveying the damage before biting the inside of his cheek in thought, scratching his chin.

"Uh… I don't think we've got any spares. Are… Are you okay with sharing or something? I mean, you know Karl, he'll probably be up all night so you can probably take his or share…?"

Dream didn't want to admit how horrible the thought of you leaving his tent to share with Karl was and how disgusting he felt as the jealousy grew in a pit of his stomach as he kept on thinking about it.

"Uh-" You looked down at the threads hanging out of the tear, shrugging your shoulders as you silently agreed. "I mean… as long as Karl's okay with it…? I don't mind."

"Great! Here, let me hel-"

"You can just share with me."

Dream's groggy voice cut off Jimmy's enthusiastic one, causing all of the tent to snap their head into his direction, as if you had forgotten he was there.

"That's fine, right?"

"Yeah!" You cried out a bit too eager, quickly coughing and changing your tone of voice to a more mellow one. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Oookay! That's actually better. A lot of people huddle close for heat here so let's see if you help Dream with that cold of his, eh?" Jimmy nodded, slipping his sleep mask back down his face and lying down, leaving you and Dream wide awake and staring at each other, Nolan having slipped into his bag during your awkward conversation.

"Here." Dream got up and tried his best to pull the sleeping bag open to make more space, waiting patiently for you to unzip your snow boots and put on some fuzzy socks you'd manage to snag in Chile before taking the plane.

"Thanks," You mumbled quietly, awkwardly moving to a side of the bag so Dream would be able to fit in next to you. "For holding it open. And uhm, for offering. I really didn't want to leave the tent, plus, with Karl, Sapnap and George I doubt I'd get any sleep."

Dream snorted in affirmation, aware of how dangerous they were when put together, and he couldn't even imagine how powerful they'd be when contained in such a small space. It was his turn to throw off his boots (not even bothering to unzip them first), and quickly shove himself into the bag next to you in hopes of keeping the warmth his feet had previously been in.

After a bit of shifting and moving limbs, you finally got into a comfortable position, your body draped over his side to preserve warmth with an arm wrapped around you waist with the other tracing random shapes into the arm that was sprawled across his chest, something he subconsciously did every time you were in his arms in such a position.

"This is nice." He mumbled, half joking, half serious.

"Mhm." You hummed, not trusting yourself enough to form proper sentences, carefully resting your head onto his shoulder and tickling his cheek with your hair.

A few moments passed in the same position, Dream's warm hand rubbing circles onto your waist in an attempt to soothe your nerves, knowing how stressed you probably felt without having to ask. You almost melted in his touch as he moved his head to rub his nose into your hair, closing his eyes with a sigh.

"It's impossible to sleep." He finally broke the silence with the muttered sentence, making you giggle and hide your face further into his shoulder.

"Don't you have an eye mask?" You mumbled from your spot, voice muffled by his shirt, feeling him shift beneath you until his hands left you to pull what you assumed was the eye mask down to his face.

"Forgot about it." He grumbled, warm hands finding their spot back onto your body and continuing their ministrations on your skin, lulling you quickly to sleep, feeling as if your head had been stuffed with cotton, tired enough to ignore everything around you, especially the quiet confession that came from Dream's lips and the soft kiss that was pressed to your forehead, leaving it to be a secret of the night.

You were woken up rather abruptly, the tent opening and Karl's high pitched laugh coming in along with the cold air, making everyone in the tent groan in discomfort and move beneath the covers to preserve the warmth, including you two, who during the night seemed to have moved into a different position, your face pressed right into Dream's chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, his hands cupping the pudge of your thighs as they wrapped around his waist, thumb rubbing in circles like he had done last night with your waist, quickly soothing you back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill you, Karl!" Nolan shouted from his bag as the boy rolled into the tent, Sapnap following close behind with a disposable camera, not trusting his phone enough in such a weather.

"You got it?"

"Yep."

Sapnap made sure the flash was off, not wanting either of you to fully wake up and ruin the moment, before snapping a few pictures of Dream and you cuddled beneath the top layer of his sleeping bag, keeping their giggles and snickers to a low before leaving the tent with a nice reminder of what had happened beneath you.

"Told you it was smart to bring a knife." Sapnap pointed to your discarded sleeping bag with a grin before fully exiting the tent, not without letting in a gust of cold wind.

That seemed to finally snap you out of your sleep, groaning softly as you wriggled in Dream's arms, stopping in your tracks as he let out an incoherent grumble and brought you closer into his arms, as if you were a simple teddy bear and not his best friend who had totally overstepped a line by actually fucking wrapping her legs around his waist as if he were your boyfriend!

"Clay." You whispered as you faced him, moving a hand to push a few of his curls out of the way of his closed eyes and observe the freckles splattered across his skin like stars in the night sky, your finger tracing the short invisible lines between all of them. "Wake up…"

"Hmng…" His hold on you tightened for a moment before returning back to normal, his way of pleading for you to give up and slip back into his arms.

"Claaayy~" you said a bit louder, pressing your finger into the tip of his nose in hopes of getting him to wake faster. "Come on, we've still got a whole day left."

"Do you think I'm actually well enough to do something?" He finally spoke, and you almost jumped at how much worse his voice sounded than last night, but that was a given due to the cold and the mix between his already muzzy voice and the deep tone his morning voice normally took. "Just stay here with me for a while…"

"But I'm well enough to do something, Clay." You mumbled, letting your arm fall by your side and attempting once again to escape his grip, smiling softly as he didn't fight this time and let you slip out easily.

You didn't make any further effort to wake him up again, giving him the luxury of sleeping in a bit longer and getting yourself ready to leave the tent, despite how warm his hold had been and how you truly wanted nothing more than to slip right into his hold and wrap your arms around him.

But you fought the urge to, exiting the warmth of your tent and rushing towards where Karl and George were building a snowman (although it wasn't much of a snowman due to Karl slipping and falling onto it every few minutes.), and offering to assist them.

Ignoring the cold and the fact you didn't have anything to decorate the so-called snowmen with, you actually had fun with them, having said goodbye to Nolan and Jimmy before they left to "claim a mountain" a few hours ago; and you were now left with four snowmen without features, so they really couldn't be called snowmen at all.

"I think it looks pretty good!" Karl hummed as he finished rolling one of the bigger parts of his snowman.

"It's just three balls of snow on top of each other, Karl." George deadpanned as he moved his goggles to see the abominations you three had made.

"I think it looks a bit like you." You stuck your tongue out at George, who returned the gesture before the both of you realised how cold it was to be doing it and quickly returned your tongues back into your mouths.

After making some food and welcoming Jimmy and Nolan back, you spent some time with Dream outside (despite how much your body was screaming at you to get somewhere warm.), and threw a few snowballs at each other, last night's events never discussed or mentioned during your conversations.

You finally realised how much time you had spent outside when Chandler announced the plane would be here in almost two hours, the fact you'd spent almost a day in the freezing snow enough to frighten you into getting frostbite.

"If my fingers fall off I want you to have them, Dream." You confessed to him as you both worked on taking down your tent, giddiness filling you at the loud laugh he let out, nodding his head with a smile beneath his ski mask.

"Yes ma'am, I'll make sure to cherish them until I die." He teased back, shoving whatever remained of the tent into a bag and wrapping some of the rope around it, letting you admire for a moment how strong he truly was before Sapnap called you over to help him with the rubbish.

You didn't have much time to talk as Jimmy hurried you all back to where you had started, where the plane was waiting in all its glory, and holy shit you couldn't wait to be back inside.

You almost tripped on the stairs from how desperate you were to get inside if it weren't for Dream's hands holding you up from behind, knowing how excited you were to get back into the warm safety of the aircraft.

You collapsed into one of the window seats with a loud dramatic exhale, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the warmth of the leather chairs and the exaggerated smell of the air freshener that was wafting along the main cabin.

"Fucking finally, right?" Dream laughed after shoving both your luggage into the upper compartments, knowing you'd probably be too exhausted to do it yourself after barely catching any sleep in the last 24 hours, and falling into the empty seat next to you.

"I never thought I'd say this, but…" you turned to look at him dramatically, his heart beating rapidly at your serious expression and words until you spoke. "I actually miss Florida."

He breathed out a sigh of relief along with a laugh, nodding his head in agreement as he moved his hand to wrap around yours, heart fluttering as you didn't even stop him from doing so.

"I can't wait to wear some shorts and a tank top and still be hot." You mumbled with a smile, turning your head to a side to make eye contact with him. "Although it'll probably be a bit too cold for that."

"Yeah, you never know with Floridan winters." He snorted, interlacing your fingers with his and moving to look out the window. "As long as I'm out of this coat, I'll be fine."

It was your turn to laugh, nodding your head in affirmation, and shifting on the seat to rest your head on his shoulder, much like he had done when you had first entered the tent.

Silence filled your little corner of the plane until he finally spoke, turning to you completely and making you lose the balance you previously had.

"You uh… did you hear what I said? Last… uh, last last night?"

You cocked your head to a side like a confused puppy would, shaking your head, a no.

"Uh… well… Shit I'm really going to regret this." He breathed out as a laugh, raising his free hand to pull off his ski mask and ruffle up his curls. "I… I kind of, well… kissed your forehead. And said I- I love you."

Your brain short circuited at his words, blankly staring into his eyes as if your body had stopped just so your mind could make any sense of what he was saying.

"In a non-platonic way."

"In a non-platonic way." You parroted, blinking like a fool as you watched him panic underneath your gaze.

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Silence once again filled your little corner, both of your hands still intertwined and both your gazes locked together, Dream's whole body ready to give out if you didn't give him an answer soon.

"Please say somet-"

"I love you too." Your confession cut him off, his mouth hanging open with unsaid words ready to come out, looking something akin to a fish out of water gasping for air.

"O-Oh!" He breathed out, his body finally catching up to his brain as he nodded at your confession, cheeks pink from both embarrassment and illness. "Holy shit."

"Holy shit." You echoed once again, although this time you ended it with a small breathless giggle, raising your free hand to cup his cheek, stubble pricking your palm and cold skin meeting warm.

"I really want to kiss you right now." He confessed, half closed eyes searching for your gaze as his hand came up to cover yours over his cheek. "But I don't want to get you sick."

You smiled at his pout, shrugging your shoulders as you nodded down towards your fingers. "There's no way I'm not getting sick after that, Clay. It's fine. I want to kiss you too."

He nodded faster than the speed of light as you started to pull him down, pressing your lips to his for a moment that felt like eternity, and oh god, it was better than you imagined. It felt as if fireworks were going off in your head, sending shivers down your spine and lighting every nerve within you on fire, his breath against your lips as he pulled back from them almost burning your skin from how much you wanted to press them back onto his.

"Holy shit."

And by the sounds of it, you hadn't been the only one affected ridiculously by the kiss.

"Can we do that more often?" Dream basically vibrated in his seat at the prospect of being able to repeat that experience, his smile only growing when you nodded your head, a matching one pulling at your lips.

"Yes. Yes please."

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[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

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[denalidear]

Raspy

a/n: basically, uh, my bestie and i saw a lovejoy concert this week and we've had mutual wilbur brainrot. thankfully, i'm an english major with just enough self confidence to write us some fics. enjoy.

summary: traveling made you sick, and close quarters mean everyones sick too.

word count: 672

warnings: none? fem!reader, a little suggestive, sickness

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It’s not like you had meant to get sick. Traveling always introduced you to germs, and staying in a tour bus meant close quarters with the rest of the band. Thankfully, you’d all gotten a small break over the weekend of travel and slept a lot as the tour progressed from Washington state to Utah. 

You’d almost banned Will from kisses, but that man had the best puppy dog eyes known to man.  But now, as the bus rolled into Salt Lake City, he was suffering the consequences of his actions in the form of a mild cold. He had a massive headache, but apart from a little rasp in his throat, his vocal chords weren’t under too much extra stress. 

It did take a bit of extra convincing to get Will out of the bunks and into sound check, but a few forehead kisses did the trick as you offered him a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water. 

“I feel bad, Will. Maybe kisses should have been banned.” You said quietly, watching the tower of a man crawl out of his bottom bunk. “Absolutely not, love. That’s the whole point of bringing you on tour.” He pulled you into a hug. “Can’t kiss over the phone.” He smooshed his lips into the top of your head, the action barely resembling a kiss. 

“Alright, well, don’t let me distract you any longer. You’ve got a whole load of people waiting on you.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as he moved around the bus, getting ready for sound check and the concert that would insue. 

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“Salt Lake City, how are we doing tonight?” Wilbur asked the crowed. The venue was packed, almost more that the other dozen places you’d been on tour so far. And the energy buzzed in the room, the audience screaming their heads off after the first song. 

“Salt Lake, I have a favor to ask of you. My beautiful girlfriend, whose hiding off stage-” Will gestured towards you and the crowd screamed. “- got me and Ash sick this weekend. So I am extremely unwell.” The room erupted in laughter and cheering. 

“As a side effect of this, my voice is very raspy. It’s great for me because my love thinks it’s sexy, but it’s not so great for singing. So I need you all to fucking scream to these songs.” The room vibrated with the volume of the cheers. You could see his grin from behind the curtains as he carefully began the chords to Model Busses.

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Post-concert Will was your favorite Will, not that you love him any less normally. But after every gig he just buzzed with adrenaline when he got off stage. Tonight was no different. As soon as he got off stage he scooped you up in a hug and smashed his lips on yours. You indulged him for a moment, holding him tight despite the shirt clinging to his body with sweat. As soon as he pulled away, you spoke.

“You, mister, did not play my song!” You berated him as you helped him pull of the denim jacket he insisted on wearing. He laughed quietly, voice rougher han before he went on stage. “You promised you’d do it’s all futile acoustic tonight!”

“And you, my love, are being mean to a sick man.”

“Sick as a consequence of his own actions. Only one of us here can’t keep his lips to himself.” You fluffed his sweaty stuck hair off of his forehead before pulling him into a kiss. 

“Seems like a mutual problem to me, my dear.” He tried to pull you into another hug, the sweat on his skin cooling. You quickly pushed your hand to his chest. 

“Oh buddy, if anything else is happening between us tonight, you’re gonna need to shower first.”

“Well I thought you loved me, sweat and all.”

“I only love boys who play my favorite song at their concert. Like they promised.”

“That’s low, love. Really low.” 

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it  when you don’t stink.” 

#wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x fem!reader #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt fanfiction #fanfiction #cc!wilbur soot x reader #musicianbur #musicianbur x reader #cc!wilbur soo t #blurb #headcanon #cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader #fluff #wilbur soot fanfiction

[eclipsedzs]

dancing w quackity at a party??

maybe like the song reloj by rauw alejandro

idk like a spanish song

ITS FINE IF U DONT WANT TO😭

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ VOLUME QUACKITY

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Quackity x Fem!Reader

Summary: Experience a night of drinks and dancing

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Short i’m sorry D:

(Don’t be Sorry! I love writing for you guys even if i’m a bit slow of getting ‘em out!)

♫ ― ♫

THE MUSIC FILLED THE Air of the dimly lit bar, the sound of footsteps and talking barely registered in the young couples mind, there hands on each other as the stared into each-other’s eyes.

Real hasta la muerte, ¿oí'te, bebé? Convertimo' el hotel en un putero

There moments were lithe and graceful, gliding across the small party voted dance floor. Your eyes tracked the dark brown ones infront of you, counting the small beauty marks that littered his face.

His long dark hair- like always- was covered with a clean washed cap that seemed to match his suit.

Veinticuatro hora' no dan pa' lo que quiero. Baby, si tú fuera' la muerte, yo me muero, oh, oh. La noche grita sexo, oh, oh, oh

You danced, movements fluid and effortless. His undulating to the rhythm as her hands danced from his shoulders to his neck, playing with the king and soft dark hair.

His eyes scrunched up as a smile rose on his face, a rose blush coating his beautiful skin as he moved along with her.

His hands at her hips as he guided her along, feeling the movements of her own body as he danced with the same quiet intensity. His body moving perfectly with you.

Your hands glided with each strand of hair, moving your hips along.

You moved together as one, body’s moving as if they were floating. Though- as much as you could hope. You couldn’t stay serious.

Your heart bubbles as you let out a laugh- leaning your head onto the man’s shoulder while sucking in a breath.

Si el reloj nos diera más tiempo. Baby, e' que tú ere' mía, lo que te haría, eh-eh. Si el reloj nos diera más tiempo (Brr)

Quackity laughed with you, his body heaving as he tried to keep his own knees from collapsing. You both knew it was a struggle to keep serious, but you both loved it that way.

Quackity smiled as he began to lead you from he dance floor, taking you to the slightly crowded bar.

He watched your movements as you talked to a freind. His soft eyes gazing at your face, taking in every small mark- ranging from scars to slight pimples or blemishes.

He loved it, he loved the way you for everything you had to offer. He could only hope he could offer the same amount of love as you deserve.

The music had calmed, a more quiet song quickly overcoming the atmosphere. As they dipped there drinks and chatted with friends, the dark haired male couldn’t help but cherish the love of his life.

He knew the girl he was sitting across from was someone he wanted to spin his life with. They always say don’t rush love, he would wait till the earth ended if he had to.

Your heart swelled when your eyes met the dark ones of your boyfriend. The love that swirled in them as the light shined to them made your body shiver with the overwhelming happiness.

And as the night went on you danced and danced, song after song. Feeling like you to were the only people in the world, nothing else mattered as the world muted around you.

#quackity #quackity imagine #dsmp #qsmp #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #mcyt #imagine #fem!reader

[megsbr]

housewife | punz.

With your love language being acts of service, you enjoy helping your boyfriend out with cleaning and chores. And one day you just want to help him out but he gets intrigued with the concept of your preferred method of showing love.

cc!Punz x female!reader

WARNINGS: smut, slight slapping/spanking, oral (male receiving), daddy kink, fingering (female receiving), cockwarming, use of slut, sex while on call with unknowing people, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, MDNI word count: 2.6k

author's note: wow this fic took a lot out of me and I honestly don't like it that much. but it took a while to write so i'll post it! I dont think I've ever written a fic with this many content warnings. oops. the ending also feels rushed so i might rewrite it at some point but please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! <3

You were standing in the tall doorway, unseen by your boyfriend who was deep in a valorant game with his friends and completely oblivious to your presence. He was surrounded by crushed water bottles and dirty plates from the snacks you have brought him throughout the day and was in basketball shorts and his favorite cozy sweater.

The stark difference in clothing pieces made you giggle to yourself, but you had to admit that he could pull it off well. And seeing him laughing and joking with his friends made your heart swell. Your small footsteps towards the desk alerted the blonde of your presence, him peering over his shoulder and flashing you a bright smile showing that he was excited to see you.

Coming up behind him and laying your head on his shoulder to stare blankly at the moving game caused Punz to mute his mic and direct his attention to you. You shared a kiss and let out a soft sigh as you pulled away, loving the small bits of affection you got from your boyfriend even when he was busy.

Moving away from the warmth of your boyfriend, you went to start gathering the plates and bottles, wanting to play a bit of housewife since you had nothing else to do. “You don’t have to clean up after me. It’s my mess babe.”

Punz reached out across the desk to take the trash out of your hands and then lay his fingers on your waist, turning you to face him. “I don’t mind. I like being your little housewife.” Punz’s eyebrows raised at your comment, a smirk making its way on his lips as his grip on your waist tightened.

He tugged you closer to his sitting figure, eventually bringing you down to sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. His hands slowly crept up and down the sides of your body, following all the curves and dips that he loved so much.

“You like being a housewife? Is that your way of telling me you want me to propose soon?” His question felt very empty as it seemed that he was only focused on the skin that came into sight when your shirt rode up under his touch. “No, even though I wouldn’t mind having a ring.” You said pointily, with a head tilt and smug smile. That got a chuckle out of Punz as he was now bringing his hands to rub up and down your back.

“I mainly just like doing things for you. Acts of service or something like that.” Punz hummed in response as he was subtly pushing up the hem of your shirt, a sign of his that he wanted it off.

You brought your own hands to the fabric and slowly pulled up the shirt, which happened to be his. Before you could even drop the shirt on the floor, Punz had his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing lightly. “So acts of service. Like doing the dishes and laundry. Those types of things?’ Punz’s voice was getting deeper the longer he had you in this position.

He couldn’t stop dragging his fingers across your skin, connecting the dots with all of your freckles and birthmarks. You hummed in response, your mind getting cloudy at just his touch. The sound of other voices was suddenly blaring through Punz’s computer, all of them some string of his name and exclamations about the next game starting.

Punz side-eyed the source of the voices, quickly telling them he was just going to the bathroom. After insta-locking his agent, he muted again and brought his attention back to you. “What about other types of service?” His new obsession was now the waistband of your sweatpants and, more specifically, the tied strings that were keeping them up. “You know, the physical kind?” At his clarification, you pushed off his chest and placed your feet on the ground.

Punz went to protest your movements, but his mouth dried up once he saw your sweatpants and underwear both hit the floor. Your boyfriend’s eyes raked your body up and down as you ran your fingers through your hair and pushed it out of your face. “I can do any act of service my daddy wants me to.”

You climbed back onto his lap just as his new game loaded in and the countdown to the first round started. Punz’s breathing got heavier and his pupils dilated at the wet patch forming on his thigh. “Let me put it in baby.” Punz all but whispered into your ear as he leaned forward to start playing the round.

You just nodded as you sat back a bit to push his shorts down, his hips lifting for a split second, which caused his knee to push into your heat. A moan slipped past your lips at the contact and Punz slapped your thigh right after. “Absolutely none of that. I am going to be unmuted and I don’t want a single sound out of you.”

You quickly nodded, paying no actual attention to what he was saying as you slipped off the gaming chair and landed on the soft carpet. You sat on your knees and came eye level with Punz’s cock. You looked up at Punz and he gave a slight nod as permission to touch him. You moved swiftly to stroke up and down, your thumb swiping the top to collect the little bit of precum that had appeared. This got a low groan out of Punz and an excuse about dying when his friends asked what was wrong.

You could feel Punz’s glare, but you were too busy giving his tip kitten licks. Your hand was still working the shaft as you took the whole head in your mouth, the sudden warmth causing Punz to buck his hips. He muted to quickly mumbled a pathetic excuse of an apology before returning right back to his game. Knowing he was talking back and forth to his friends while still playing the game and getting the most kills was causing your heat to throb.

You were just getting more and more turned on every second. Removing your hands completely, you started to take all of him in your mouth, going so far down your nose brushed against the hairs of his happy trail. Punz continued to use the excuse of missing a shot or dying every time he groaned or whimpered at the feeling of cockwarming your mouth.

Clouded by your own needs, you snaked your arm in between your bodies and began rubbing circles on your clit for some friction. You were in complete bliss between touching yourself and slowly bobbing up and down on Punz. You were getting slightly dizzy from the stimulation, but you got even more turned from it.

Before you could get anywhere close to a release, Punz glanced down at you and saw your hips grinding into your hand. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Punz pushed his chair out, which in turn pulled his dick out of your mouth and exposed you rutting into your hand. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.” He leaned down to rip your hand away from your clit and land a smack on your cheek.

The sting hurt but you didn’t care. You loved the pain that slowly grew more and more with each smack that was delivered. This was your favorite side of Punz. The one that would punish you and toss you around. “Is my dick not good enough for you? You’re such a slut that you couldn’t wait for me to finish my game.” Punz could make you cum from his words alone when he talked like that.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes and your lip in between your teeth. Punz could already see how fucked out you were with your lips the brightest shade of red and teary eyes. Punz ignored your attempt at apologizing and instead grabbed your waist to pull you back up.

You settled back into his lap where he immediately landed a smack on your ass. You leaned forward at the impact and pressed your face against his neck to quiet your moan. He landed two more, one right after the other before his hand comes up to wrap around your neck, pulling you to eye level with him. “Here’s how this is going to work princess.” His normally bright blue eyes were now turning so dark they could be considered black as his fingers gripped at your throat. He had a small smirk on top his lips as he watched you squirm under his touch.

Your eyelids were fluttering at the feeling of your lungs tightening and you were starting to let out gasps in an attempt to get air. “You are going to sit on my dick for the rest of this game. You are not allowed to touch yourself and you are not allowed to orgasm. If you do either, well let’s just say you won’t be walking tomorrow. You understand?”

You attempted to reply when his hand left your throat but between your gasps for air and his fingers now poking at your entrance, you just let out a stream of baby babbles and a weak nod. “Words princess.”

“Yes, I understand.” Punz fingered you for the rest of the round before he respawned and the next one was starting. The emptiness you felt when his fingers pulled out of you made you whimper but you were quickly quieted as Punz picked you up and dropped you on his dick. You sunk down as far as you could until your hips were flush with his. You both let out a groan together as you settled in the new feeling. “You feel so good, baby girl. So good for daddy. Like you were made for me.”

You continued to push your face into his neck to prevent your sounds from becoming too loud. Punz had to hold back from fucking up into you then and there because the way you were clenching around him right now was going to make him cum faster than a teenage boy. He pulled his chair back to his desk just in time to start the round.

“Now remember, no touching, no cumming, and absolutely no noise.”

Feeling you nod into his neck, Punz unmuted and apologized to his friends saying that he had to help you with something. Punz was barely halfway done with this game, and you didn’t think you would last long enough. Needing to anchor yourself on something, you threaded your fingers in Punz’s hair and kept a grip on the strands, grateful his most recent haircut left you some length to pull.

Surprisingly, Punz was still performing at his best despite being balls deep in his girlfriend. After a few minutes, your breathing evened out again, and you started to relax until Punz got an ace and he jumped up in his seat in excitement, which pushed him into you. You successfully managed to make no noise as he screamed with his friends and held your waist tight.

You must have been a good source of motivation because he continued to get aces in the next two rounds, each time causing him to thrust into you. Punz seemed unfazed by how miserable you were. Between the way you felt around him, to his thrusts, to his impressive valorant performance, you could feel yourself getting closer. Many times before this you’ve cum untouched and you were afraid this was going to be one of those times.

Part of you didn’t want to hold back, excited about the possibility of more punishments if you were to cum. But your submissive side was starting to come out and she didn’t want to upset Punz, wanted to be his good girl. His good little housewife. “Few more rounds princess. You’re doing so good.” Punz left a few lighter smacks on your ass as a reward before returning to the game.

It felt like an eternity, but the game finally ended, and Punz cheered along with his friends as the victory screen popped up. Someone offered up another game and before Punz could respond, you softly whined into his ear, slightly nibbling on it also.

“Sorry guys, I gotta head out. The missus needs me.” Sounds of boos and questioning exclamations at the use of ‘missus’ rang through his headphones, but he disconnected without responding to anyone. Once he found his way back to your waist and you knew you were in the clear, you let out a string of moans as you began to slightly bounce up and down on Punz’s dick.

“Are you proud of me daddy? I followed your rules.” Punz chuckled as he relaxed against his chair to fully look at you. You moved away from his neck and were now fully sitting up with your whole body on display for him. There was a bright pink tint on your cheeks, a thin layer of sweat covering your chest, and your hair was messy.

And Punz had never thought you looked prettier. His heart swelled at your pathetic bouncing on his dick, and he decided to take pity on you. His hand cupped your cheek lightly and he pushed himself up to meet your face, capturing you in a kiss that stopped your movements.

Both of you relaxed against each other as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourselves together. You whined when you felt the material of his sweater scrap against your sensitive nipples. “Please fuck me.” You pulled away slightly, your lips still touching as you spoke. Reaching between your bodies, you pulled the sweater from Punz’s body and finally felt all of him pressed against you.

“You followed all my rules baby. Like the good little housewife that you are.” Punz slowly began pushing his hips up as well as helping you out by moving you up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. Every time Punz increased his speed, the louder you got. You threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly in pleasure. The angles Punz was hitting were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Strings of praise were falling out of Punz's mouth as he rammed harder and harder into you.

He could tell you were getting close by the louder moans and the way you were constantly tightening around him. "So close baby. I'm gonna cum in you okay? I'll make you a pretty and pregnant housewife. You like the sound of that?" His dirty, slurred words paired with his sloppy thrusts were your breaking point. And the idea of getting pregnant ignited something in you because you came hard. “And I’ll get you to a big ring to match that pretty belly. You’ll be all mine.”

You felt the room spinning as your high came crashing down and you were being overstimulated by Punz's last few thrusts. "Tell me you love me. Please." By this point, Punz's whole dominant side has disappeared and his soft, needy pleads were in your ear.

"I love you so much Punz. I’m all yours. Come for me, baby." With one final thrust, he fell limp against his chair as he came, some of it slowly dripping out of you and down the sides of his dick. Finding your last bit of strength, you lifted yourself off Punz. A stream of cum came dripping down your leg but at that moment you could care less. You dropped down on top of your boyfriend, laying your head on his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat gradually get slower.

Punz wrapped his arms around you and held you as tight as possible. He placed a kiss on the top of your head when he saw your eyes slowly start to flutter shut. He ran his fingers through your hair as he whispered little I love you's and encouragements of sleep every few seconds. Once he knew you were sound asleep, he slowly stood up from the chair and carried you to bed. All the dirty dishes were still on the desk and were now paired with clothes littered all over the floor.

Maybe Punz would play the role of stay-at-home husband tomorrow and clean the house while you were at work. And possibly talk to your friends about your preferred style of engagement rings.

#pnz #pnz fic #pnz smut #punz smut fic #punz smut #punz x reader smut #punz blurb #punz smut blurb #punz x fem!reader #punz x you #punz x reader #dsmp smut #cc!punz #cc!punz smut #punz mcyt smut #punz imagine #punz dream smp #punz fic

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine going to a Sooners game with Dream and Sapnap

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dsmp imagine #mcyt imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x male reader #sapnap imagine #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dream x fem!reader #dream x male reader #dream x y/n #dream team x reader

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

OKAY DIFFERENT IDEA.

when we went on a tour with lovejoy bc were in the band like leandra trumpet<3

wilbur x reader pls:)

LOVE YOUR WRITING<33

LITERALLY SCREAMING THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

AHHH BRO UR SO SWEET I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED W UR WRITING

literally in love

musician!bur x fem!reader

warnings: reader called "girlfriend", panic, insanely cute fluff

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: this request is my literal everything !! i was literally blushing the entire time i wrote this

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

We were in the van on the way to our next gig. Well, their next gig. It was my first one joining Lovejoy, and I'm so grateful I was given this opportunity.

Wilbur looked at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Y/n, you're going to do lovely, darling. They'll love you!"

I smiled at him, but I was still in doubt. "What if they only like me because they find out we're dating? I don't want anything to happen to your career because of me-"

Wilbur placed his hand lightly over my mouth. "Love, please don't worry about that! They'll love you for you, and if they don't, they better watch out!" he joked.

I laughed and kicked my feet up into my seat and leaned my head on Will's shoulders. He kissed the top of my forehead and started scrolling through the Lovejoy fanart on Twitter, showing me occasionally the ones he really loved.

A couple hours later, we finally got to the destination of the gig. The adrenaline ran through my veins, and I was so incredibly nervous-excited. I grabbed my trumpet case and some wires and headed inside to the dressing rooms. I found my room with a sign on it that said my name and headed inside, leaving the door behind me open just in case the sound directors needed to come in.

My back was facing the door as I oiled my trumpet valves, making sure that it was perfect for tonight. 5 hours until show time. I paused and sighed nervously.

I suddenly felt someone come behind me and hug me. "W-who is that?! I will literally beat your ass." I said in panic.

The someone behind me laughed. "Nice to see you too, darlin'." Wilbur chuckled.

"Oh, hi Will. Is everything on stage okay?" I said, turning around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

He nodded. "Yeah, everything's alright. Just wanted to check in on you before the show."

"I'm doing fine. I just need to tune with Leandra and I'll be okay."

Wilbur hm'd in response. He grabbed my chin and pulled it upwards to look at him directly, and kissed me on the lips. I swear, my legs folded for this man. I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and nuzzled his nose on mine.

"I love you. Go tune with Leandra now, I don't want you sounding like shit." he joked.

I sneered. I grabbed my trumpet case and Will leaned against the wall frame and crossed his arms and legs, looking and me and my every move. As I walked out, I flipped out and heard a dramatic gasp faintly as I walked farther out to meet Leandra.

Leandra and I took 20 minutes to tune, and another 20 to practice a bunch of songs that we were performing tonight. I knew all the lyrics and notes by heart from hearing Wilbur at the studio or constantly leaving their songs on repeat, but it was always important to practice just in case.

We both got called in with the rest of Lovejoy and their openers to do a soundcheck. Eventually, everything worked out perfectly and we were ready to go. Ash had checked the windows and had said the queue had already started to wrap around the building.

Wilbur squeezed my hand in reassurance and smiled at me before walking over to Joe and Mark.

Leandra and I made a few Tiktoks that we would post after the show, and the nerves were starting to set in. I grabbed my phone off the stand and walked back over to Will and hugged him from the side. I accidentally startled him a little, but I laughed at it and dug my face more into his sweater.

I peeked my head up and stood back up. "How the actual fuck are you wearing a sweater? You're going to be dying of heat on stage!" I said. Mark and Joe laughed at my comment.

"Gonna make sure I serve for the edits." Wilbur joked, winking at me. I felt heat brush onto my cheeks. Will laughed at my reaction.

Our sound director then came in and gave us our earbuds for on stage. Will surprised me by ordering a custom pair with my favorite color that matched his. Everyone else had either black or white ones to go with their outfit.

I stared at the earbuds and then looked at Wilbur. "Will, they're going to see the matching ones and go feral."

Wilbur laughed softly. "That's the point, darling. I need to make sure everyone knows you're mine." I felt myself blushing again and I hit his shoulder.

Leandra looked at us. "You two are disgusting and adorable at the same time." she said, laughing.

Wilbur smiled and looked down at me and kissed me quickly.

And then after that, all I knew was that we were going on stage. Walking on fucking stage. Leandra was assuring me that the crowd will love me, and we were both quickly fixing our valves. I was pretty sure the crowd saw two stands for the trumpet, one for Leandra and one "mystery stand" for me.

All of us came on stage, and the bright lights instantly hit me and I could already feel myself starting to heat up. The crowd cheered and I could see some people wondering who the fuck I am. I laughed in my head at them. Wilbur did his usual introduction, and now, he was supposed to introduce me.

"Now, you guys may be seeing a lovely trumpet player next to Leandra in the back there," he said, pointing at me. Leandra and I waved. "That is y/n! Everyone say hello." he said, dragging out the 'o'. The crowd yelled in response.

Wilbur grinned and grabbed the microphone. "Y/n, could you come up for a second, please?" I nodded in agreement, and walked over to the front of the stage, stepping over the many wires and gadgets on the stage floor.

I grabbed the microphone. "Hey!" I said, smiling.

I gave Wilbur the microphone back. "Y/n is my very lovely girlfriend," the crowd yelled in surprise at his words. "And she'll be playing in the back there tonight! Now, how do we think about getting started?"

The crowd screamed in agreement once again. Wilbur grinned and looked at Mark to start playing the drumkit.

Throughout the gig, Wilbur's energy went skyrocketing. It was honestly really cool to see him like this right near me. He looked at me a couple times during certain lyrics, and I never missed a singular beat with my trumpet. Leandra looked at me with approval.

"Thank you so much for tonight, Brighton! Good night!" Wilbur yelled into the mic. All of us walked off the stage and all hugged eachother.

Wilbur came up to me and kissed me. "You did amazing out there, darling. I told you they would love you!"

I smiled. "Thank you. You sounded great as well." I said, kissing him again and hugging him. Wilbur swayed us from side to side slowly as we hugged. "I'm literally in love with you." I said, softly in his ear.

Let's just say I will definitely be doing this again.

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this took 2 hours to write but it was 100% worth it !! this might be my new favorite....

please support me by liking, replying, reblogging, sending me an ask/request or following my blog! it keeps these works to keep coming out. requests are open as of now!

love you xoxoxo

@lovejoypebblesbrains thank you for the ask!!

#mcyt fanfic writer #mcyt #fanfiction #dream smp #mcytblr #requests open #wilbur soot #lana #wilbur soot x reader #fem reader #musican!bur #MUSICIAN BUR MAKES ME GO BRRRRRR

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

-

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[bethsvrse]

Hey 😎

Can you write like Charlie smut and fluff hcs? Or like a little drabble or something? Anything works! There’s nothing abt him on here and it makes me sad because he deserves so much more appreciation 🥹

Thank you!

PAIRING charlie slimecicle x streamer!reader

A/N I literally love Charlie so much and he 100% deserves more love! so here is a sfw & nsfw hcs about Charlie <3

heads up, I’ve only written smut twice in my life so it may not be good…

SFW

You guys stream together sm

before you guys went public, literally everyone shipped you, like all the time

When Charlie is in Tommy’s vlogs, you almost always come with

Everyone praised Tommy for giving them y/ncicle content

Always treats you

Like every time you go out, he’d be the one paying for food

The waiter came over to you and Charlie, and placed the check down on the table. You smiled at the waitress and turned to go grab the check before seeing it be put back on the table by your boyfriend

“Charlie..” you trailed off, feeling bad that he’s paying.

“I know that voice and let me just say, that i don’t mind paying! If anything I prefer it, I want to treat my girlfriend, and if paying for you is something that I can do to show that I love you, than I will”

You swore you almost started crying right there. It was the smallest act of kindness that made you love Charlie so much. “Thank you.” You mumbled, as he stood up.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for the movie.”

I honestly think he isn’t to big on pet names

The occasional ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, but ‘love’ would be his go to

He always makes sure to keep at least one extra plus his of his for you to have

NSFW

He is a switch, 100%

When he’s in a sub mood, he’d begs to please you

He’s a soft!dom though sometimes

He’s praise you a lot

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

Literally loves your boobs

Like so much

If your wearing a low cut top, he would not be paying attention at all, would just stare directly at you boobs

Lowkey a perv sometimes

There’s so many clip of him on stream just staring 👀

he LOVES eating you out fr

could eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you let him

he would much rather get you off than himself

It’s you first all the time with Charlie

#bethsvrse #fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle fanfic #charlie slimecicle x you #charlie slimecicle x y/n #fem reader #smut #smut headcanons #fluff headcanons

[cherrynwinesk]

Not really a fic but any headcanons with this idea? Reader is a big streamer so quackity asked them to join the qsmp server, they kinda talked earlier so they know about each others existence but it's not like they were ever friends. How would quackity act after he started to develop a crush on reader??

🍒:It's very long, sorry

Quackity Headcanon's

Added to QSMP

Story g: sfw

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Quackity

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•The invitation to be part of the QSMP would arrive in your business email

•You would be so busy streaming, editing some videos for YouTube that you hadn't even noticed that email

•Your manager would notify you of this

•You had heard about the server, even watched some clips on tiktok, but you didn't know what the main function was or what it was about, you only knew that Quackity was the owner

•You came to feel confused, you had never had contact with Quackity, you had never spoken, you had never met at any event, so why would he invite a stranger to his precious project?

•You had friends in common, but fate had never brought you together

•You thought about the invitation, since you had many things to do, including creating your plan for the entire week's content on stream and organizing your schedules to be able to edit

•So stay at the highest level where you have always been among the biggest creators in the world

•But you didn't have many ideas currently, so you considered the invitation

•Quackity himself would immediately contact you

•You would like to plan everything directly with the server members so that there are no misunderstandings

•Both would schedule a call on Discord, trying to coincide with your free time

•There was not much communication between you until the day you agreed

•Nothing out of the ordinary, he would explain to you about the project, the creators who are already on the server, he would talk a little about the lore that some members already have

•It sounded very interesting by the way.

•You both got along very well, you were able to communicate easily and there were no problems in your first time interacting

•Agreed on a date on which you will join the server

•The day you would be announced as a member of QSMP Quackity would do his routine stream in Spanish playing a little time with Roier, Ironmouse, Forever or someone

•Then he would raid his main channel and in it he would talk about how he was excited for this new member, since you are a global content creator, and that it meant a lot to have you on his server (being humble)

•Immediately you were announced as part of QSMP, Twitter exploded

•Your name and Quackity being a trend, and it was all because no one expected this good news

•The next day you entered the server for the first time and started with the basics by playing Minecraft, wood, sticks, pickaxe, killing cows

•You immediately made a good relationship with the other members, it was such a relaxed atmosphere

•You have never laughed so much in your life

•Even outside the server that friendship continued

•But you were closer with Quackity

•You two had a humor that complemented each other

•There was no fear of saying something wrong, you could be yourself

•You might not think anything strange, for you it would just be a good friendship like with any other member

•But actually for Quackity it was a little different

•At first Quackity was a little excited that you would agree to be on his server

•First of all cause you are a big cc

•Quackity saw your content a few times, and knew that your personality would fit perfectly into QSMP

•From the beginning he liked the way you stayed active in your streams, never stopping talking, interacting with your chat even though your community was so big

•He even wanted to learn a little about you, because he knew that everything you were and had you got fairly

•You deserved everything you had and he even admired you too much

•He was so nervous about talking to you, doing something wrong or that something in the project wouldn't interest you, since he hadn't even hoped that you would accept the invitation

•Now that you were closer, Quackity started to feel different around you.

•He started to like you, but he still doesn't accept it

•At first he would think that he just likes you too much.

•But the day his sister asked him "Do you like y/n?"

•He'd notice and he'd be like "No, why do you ask that? He/she's my friend."

•Most likely, his sister had to hear about what happened inside QSMP, but you being the one he always mentions, that's why she would come to such a conclusion.

•Besides, Quackity would act very excited when it comes to you.

•"Your eyes shine when you talk about y/n" and his cheeks would be red.

•And Quackity would feel so comfortable with you

•He would really like your personality and that would be what made him fall in love.

•Also the way you bring out his true personality without fear

•Once he realized that if he actually liked you he would start to feel nervous around you.

•He would also go watch your streams while he is busy

•Over time he would also like you physically and too much

•Inside him maybe he would have this obsessive crush on you, but he doesn't want to show it.

•He would worry that you had a partner or that he wasn't your type

•More people around him would realize that he is in love and would convince him to tell you what he feels.

•He would refuse for a long time with the excuse that he is married to his job

•His friends would do him the favor (without Quackity asking) of asking you personal things

•Like if you have a partner, what kind of people do you like for a relationship, being very obvious (maybe Roier who doesn't care about anything or Baghera but she would be more subtle with the questions)

•Quackity would travel to meet you irl

•Once you were together he would try to show interest with subtle compliments

•Like saying you're smart

•Or talk about your hair color and mention that he like people with that color

•You would definitely understand and ask him if he is flirting with you

•He would get very nervous but he knows you got him

•"It's very obvious?"

•"Don't worry Quackity, Roier and Cellbit already told me everything"

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[pray4saint]

16+ , mdni!

descrip. nsfw. drunk!sapnap blurb. fem reader. your inebriated boyfriend who convinced you to fuck him yet again despite how drunk he is. p in v. riding.

”i love you.. love you so much..” he mutters the words as you grind your hips back down onto his, your hands flat against his chest, cunt squeezing his cock. ”i know sap..” you coo, leaning down to kiss his cheek. sapnap's hands pinch and wring at your sides, unable to pick one single spot to hold on to, his eyes beginning to scrunch up at the pleasure. ”how's my boy sweet boy feelin' hm?” your voice echoes in his ears, making him moan and his arms wrap around you, pulling your waist flush to his chest.

when you moan almost directly into his ear, it's almost like a switch goes off in his head and he's mumbled a yes before he starts lifting his hips up into your yours, making your cry out against his neck and your teeth graze his shoulder every now and then.

even in his inebriated, hazy state of mind he can feel when you start clenching around his cock the way you always do right before you cum.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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[igaveupyesterday]

When Wilbur met Y/n

summary: can men and women really be just friends? Wilbur's and Y/n's relationship started off on the wrong foot. But when they meet, years after their first encounter a new friendship blossoms. Will their friendship last or turn into something more? (AU)

author's note: hey folk, this is completely inspired by one of the greatest romcoms "When Harry Met Sally". It's my first time writing a fanfic, but I'll try my best:) I'm writing this keeping the movie and movie characters in mind, so it's not the most accurate to real-life Wilbur.

tw: more than one part, mentions of suggestive content, swearing, Wilbur is sort of an ass and edgy lol

1619 words

1977, Chicago (the first meeting)

I had an eighteen-hour road trip to New York ahead of me, I won't be going alone since I agreed to give a ride to my friend's boyfriend, whom I don't know yet. It was a beautiful day and I was anticipating finally starting my adult life.

It seems I arrived at the worst possible time. Standing just beside my car I see my dear friend and my road trip companion locking lips like it's the end of the world. I cough to get their attention and they immediately jump off of one another, flustered.

"Oh! Hi Y/n" my friend, Amanda, says after letting out an awkward laugh. Her hair was messy and her clothes were disheveled, they had been going at it for a while judging by her appearance.

"Wilbur, this is Y/n Y/l/n" Amanda introduces me.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm William Soot, You can call me Wilbur" The man I'll be spending eighteen hours with greets me. He was tall and lanky, had a good style, and wore round glasses on his face, that were ever so slightly sliding off his nose.

"Wanna drive the first shift?" I ask while smiling.

"No, no you're there already aren't ya" He responds, walking to the trunk to put his bags in. He throws them in with ease and turns to Amanda to say his goodbyes.

"I'll call you as soon as I get to New York," Wilbur says caressing her cheek. I sensed a dramatic dialogue between two love birds incoming.

"Oh, you better!!! No, scratch that, call me on the road, I just miss you so much already sweetie!!" Amanda squeals while jumping into her boyfriend's arms. By the way, they were acting, you could assume he was off to war.

"And I miss you too!!" He says after kissing her one last time, he makes his way to the passenger seat. As soon as he sits down, I don't waste a second and start driving.

Wilbur starts looking for something in the back.

"Well, Wilbur, it's an eighteen-hour ride to New York, so I was thinking the most efficient way to get there is if we switch who's driving every three hours, that way we'll be driving 6 shifts each, but we can also switch out by mileage-"

"Want a grape?" He cuts me off, popping one in his mouth.

"No, no thank you"

Turns out the thing he was looking for in the back was a bag of bright purple grapes.

He chews on the grape as I process the fact he completely ignored what I said. There's a short silence.

"So, tell me the story of your life, we've got eighteen hours to kill before New York," He says looking over at me.

"The story of my life? Well... It wouldn't be a very long story, not much has happened to me, anything extremely remarkable at least. That's why I'm moving to New York" I state, looking over at him, he looks bored and unamused.

"So you're going to New York, so something happens to you?" He asks for clarification.

"Yes"

"Well, what's in New York for you?"

"I like to keep my dreams and aspirations private" I answered after hesitating.

"Mm, so you're one of those people" There's a noticeable groan in his voice. Wilbur turns his gaze away from me.

"Okay, well what if you go to New York, nothing happens, you live a boring and plain life, and then die having accomplished nothing," He says nonchalantly. He put his grapes down and was now checking himself out in the rear-view mirror.

I pause for a minute, processing Will's bizarre comment. I didn't expect Wilbur to be this.. unique? but I guess I did get a warning.

"Amanda did mention you had a dark side," I say after a while.

"I do. Why don't you? You know, I bet you're one of those people that draws hearts instead of a dots on the letter i" There's a tone of mocking in his voice.

"Excuse you, I have a dark side just as much as any other person" I defend myself.

"When I start reading a book, I always read the last page, so if I die I know how the book will end, that, my friend, is a dark side." He tells me, noticeably proud.

"Oh please, that doesn't make you deep" I roll my eyes. I wasn't a fan of pessimistic people or just people who thought that being edgy was cool, so this conversation wasn't amusing me.

"Do you think about death?" He asks. He clasped his hands together and was now looking at me.

"Yes, I do" I sigh.

"Yeah, sure you do, for you, it's just a fleeting thought, I think about death constantly-" He spoke faster and raised his hands, clearly irritated.

"And you think that makes you a better person? I cut him off, annoyed.

"Look, all I'm saying is, when the day comes I'm gonna be prepared and you won't" He shrugs.

"Or you just might ruin your life waiting for it" I argue.

And with that, the car fell silent.

six hours later

"So you're telling me that you'd rather marry a rich guy and be stuck in a loveless marriage rather than date a guy who you've had the best sex with," Wilbur asks pulling into a diner.

Will and I had spent at least an hour talking about a movie we've both seen, where the main character goes after a plain rich guy instead of the bad boy. I agreed with the main character's choices, but Wilbur, of course, shared the opposing opinion.

"Yes!! And any reasonable woman would say the same, we need stability not some one-time fling" I answer getting out of the car and entering the diner.

"Mm yeah, I get it," My friends' boyfriend says in a sinister way.

"What?"

"...."

"What!"

'...."

"What do you get?' I shouted. The way he suddenly "got something" after arguing for a few hours made me suspicious.

"Well you've clearly never had great sex," He says smirking.

"I have had plenty of good sex!" I deny a bit too loud, gathering the attention of people eating their dinner.

"With whom?" He asks sitting down.

"I'm not telling you that" I say firmly.

"Yeah, sure whatever"

As we sit Wilbur asks me about my previous partners and I answer some of his questions reluctantly. Soon enough the waiter came to take our orders, our food didn't take long to reach us and we had dinner.

"3.45$ is 50% of my share so together... it's 6.90$" I mumble counting how much I have to pay. I make sure to add extra to tip the waitress.

I look up and my eyes meet with Wilbur, who's staring at me.

"What?" I ask

"...." He doesn't answer, instead, his eyes move around me like he's analyzing me.

"What is it?"

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask while wiping my face with my palms.

"You're a very attractive person" He says after an unusualy long pause.

"Thank you" I answered, caught off guard.

"Amanda never mentioned how attractive you were" He leaned in. He placed his hands underneath his chin and was carefully observing me.

"Maybe she doesn't think I'm attractive" I simply shrug. I don't see why my friend would ever need to mention my attractiveness to her boyfriend.

"I don't think it's a matter of opinion, undeniably, you are attractive" His eyes were locked with mine, he hadn't looked away in what felt like forever. I started feeling uneasy about this situation, I felt something deeper than just innocent admiration in his gaze.

"Amanda is my friend," I say while getting up to leave. The thought that my friend's boyfriend might have been flirting with me made me tense. I wanted to get to our destination as soon as possible to avoid the awkwardness.

"So what?" the pitch in his voice sounded genuine.

"What do you mean so what? You're hitting on me"

"No, I wasn't" He denies. I don't know if he was trying to fool me or himself.

"You totally were!"

"Okay, let's say for the sake of the argument I was hitting on you, what do you want me to do about it? I can't just take it back"

"Just pretend it didn't happen and don't do that again" I ordered him, sitting in the driver's seat, ignoring the fact that he just affirmed my suspicion.

"Okay, Okay yeah never do it again" He repeated

There was a short silence.

"Wanna spend the night in my motel? See what I did there, I did it again-"

"William!"

"What?"

"William, We're just going to be friends okay?"

"Yeah, friends totally! that's the best" He says sarcastically, shoving a toothpick in his mouth and crossing his arms.

We both stay silent.

"You know, you and I could never be friends," He says shattering the silence. His arms were still crossed, only now, he seemed more relaxed.

"And why is that?"

"Because men and women can't be friends, feelings or sex always ruin the friendship" He states, looking over at me with his brown eyes. He was completely confident in his statement.

"That's not true, I have plenty of male friends who I am not interested in"

"Well, do you know if they're not interested in you?"

"Yes," I can't lie, I wasn't confident in my answer.

"Wrong, You never know what's going on in a guy's head, They always have ulterior motives"

"Well then, Will, I guess we won't be friends"

"I guess we won't"

"It's a shame, you were the only person I knew in New York"

end of part 1

author's note: spent a long time writing this I would appreciate any feedback on this and if anyone wants the other parts:) Please share what you think!

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