❤ Sweet Summer Sun

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

{《☆》}

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

{《☆》}

CHAPTER 3 IS OUT!!!

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Thanks for the tag :D!!!

Favourite Colour: Forest/Darkish Green

Currently (Re)Reading: Fanfic- We've taken different paths but I know we'll always end up on the same one by Alexander_Wesker

Last Song Listened To: Welcome Home by Derivakat

Last Series Watched: America's Top Model

Last Movie Watched: Diary Of A Wimpy Kid (old one)

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Sweets for days <3

Cravings: Chocolate always

Currently working on: Wilbur x MReader request

Tagging: @actuallycoolk @creatorofstars and anyone who wants to

Thanks for the tag @marvelnerd18

Favorite color? Blue, any shade, I just💙🥰

Currently Reading?  Rereading Harry Potter Series (Fuck you JK)

Last song you listened to? God of the Dead by Darren Korb (Hades 2018 Soundtrack) - 9 minute version just ughhh🥰🥰🔥

Last series? Rewatching Gotham

Last Movie? Ehh, I wanna say My Hero Academia Movie 2? (BNHA)

Savoury, sweet or spicy? Ehh.. Savoury

Cravings? Crisps, it’s always crisps. You want to know the way to my heart, it’s freaking crisps

Currently working on? Alot of unfinished fanfics

Tagged; @the-house-of-auditore-frye, @achromaticerebus, @captainshazamerica, and anyone else really

VAMPIRR WILBUR >>> HES AMAZING ILY ILY

THANK YOU SO MUCH KIND ANON, I AGREE VAMP WILBUR >>> ANYONE ELSE I ADORE VAMPIRES

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💛 DAY 7 OF MONSTER WEEK — FAE GEORGE

[600+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: A nature Fairy sprouted from the dirt...

[Read the rest under the cut]

You had met George in the middle of winter. You were trying to bring a plant back to health, it was a hobby of yours, when he sprouted from the dirt bag you had thrown onto a chair.

He was tiny at first, barely the size of your palm and he looked like a plant himself, with the budding seeds (which had NOT been budding before that) stuck to the top of his head, swaying as he stumbled to hold up the weight. His eyes were empty, with no thoughts behind them.

It was one very week later that he started speaking, in the exact way you did, though he had an airy accent, with the same maturity. His eyes weren't as empty but they still felt dull.

With even more time, he grew. Up to your ankle, up to your knee, barely your waist height, then to your shoulders. It was rapid, sudden, and fascinating. The plants that had been budding since he was (…born?) crawled out of the dirt had started blooming into a blue for-get-me-not. It had been beautiful for the first couple minutes before petals started shedding rapidly every night he grew.

You knew he wasn't human, his ears were pointed and he didn't have pupils, but he felt human. When he started speaking, you knew he was just as intelligent (if not more in certain subjects) as you were.

You couldn't quite say what he was but you both settled on nature fairy, since he fit the bill well enough. But no matter what he was, he stuck to you like glue. Which, as you realize today, is a recipe for disaster.

You were heading to the park today, just to see how he'd react around nature. You had manged to cover his pointy ears with earmuffs and barely convinced him to wear contacts, so you had been in high spirits that today would be calm and peaceful, overall normal. You should've known that nothing about this was normal.

As you pass through the gates George seems overcome by awe, looking around and gathering every pretty rock he sees. He looked like a young child, excited to explore lands unknown. You make sure to keep an eye on him as you walk, just to be safe he doesn't knock his earmuffs off or trip over a root.

But the more you watch him the less worried you become. He seems so at home in the park, surrounded by nature. For a second you wonder if you were selfish not bringing him sooner.

You're so caught up in that train of thought that you don't even notice that George is wandering away before he's gone. The second you do, you start running around the park looking for him.

First further up the trail, just in case he somehow walked faster than you though and outpaced you. Then back around, peeking through the bushes lining the trails. He isn't in any of them, though you didn't really think he was. You just wanted to be sure… Sue you, he's short, okay.

You're already off the trail but you have to keep looking, you can't just abandon him, especially not without a goodbye. You keep walking, there's simply no alternative in your head.

Of course, as you walk you shout. Multitasking, eh. But no one responds, there are just regular park woods noises. You walk a bit deeper, using a rock to mark a trail of trees incase you get lost.

You're deep into the woods now and you start hearing soft snoring. You rush towards the noise, fury lighting beneath you as the though of George sleeping through your panic infuriates you.

You skid to a stop a little way's away from a very badly built wooden tent, with gaps in the wood and a few wooden pieces for what might be a makeshift bed. On that bed, George is snoring away, without a care to the world.

He's about to get one rude wake up call.

{《☆》}

[Dude I wrote this really quickly before knocking out. I've gotten 2 hours of sleep and 0 will to live, the quality is only technically my fault but I blame 5am Me for everything.]

[Anyways happy Halloween for most of the world except Sydney, you cucks are already on tommorow. Take care yall!]

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Remade 2 of them. And then I made Fundy's! Time to do more work on the actual writing more sadge

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

April Fools 🖤

Description: April Fools with MCYT's

Dream, Tommy, Grian, and Wilbur

Dream

This mean little teletubby is absoloutely spending/doing whatever he needs to ruin your day (in a totally fixable and not cruel way).

He's the type to put a bucket of water on your door and record you being soaked

He'll also put salt

All over your food

Like enough salt to fill an ocean (not really but it's a lot of salt)

He'll definitely be a good sport if you decide to prank him back but if you dont

He'll feel a tad bad and spend the next week spoiling you to make up for it

Tommy

Okay so

Tommy doesn't really strike me as an all out pranker unless it's in like minecraft

He might do some stupid shit like the salt thing or maybe hiding your things

All really easy things that don't take much time

And he'll tell you where everything is if you don't find it by dinner

He'd definitely play up any reaction to a prank but it'd all just be show and he won't actually stab you with his "many many knives"

Grian

Okay so Grian would love to prank you either in person or minecraft

All small things and he'd help fix any damage he caused cause he's nice

He's also going to rope you into pranking someone with him

Probably scar

And Mumbo

If you prank him, he'd be absoloutely delighted. He's better than a good sport about it, he wants to learn how you did it and spend a while laughing with you about it.

He'll be back to normal the next day but let it be known he took notes

Next April Fools will be chaos

Wilbur

Wilburs the weird type of pranker

He won't do conventional pranks

Like you may not even be aware he's pranking you until you spot him laughing maniaclly

He'd put all your furniture like an inch to the left and laugh when you bump into it

And hide my little ponies toys around your room

You didn't notice until Twilight Sparkles horn stabbed your butt when you sat on your bed

He won't explain where he got them or why

You think he's a bronie and now he's the one suffering

Perfect Family ❤

(They/Them Pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ Words)

Description: You start missing your fiance, Dream, so you pack up and start travelling to his SMP. You and Milo, your cat, meet him and a few extra people on a wooden path.

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{《☆》}

"Hey," Dream grinned at you, beautiful green eyes staring down at your face. They dragged down, lower, smirking at the marks he left on you.

"Hey," You laughed, wrapping a leg around his waist and tugging him down. Dream fell on you, crushing you into an odd sort of hug.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, relaxing with a soft breath.

It was nice, to just be there with Dream. Managing his world left him little time to do anything with you.

"I wish you were home like this more often," You sigh, cradling your green-clad lover in your arms. He caressed your cheek, gently tracing a small scar. He whispers, "So do I."

But that conversation ended there like it had every other time you had it. Two sentences in and a broken heart.

{《☆》}

Dream had hardly been home the last few weeks. Busy with the ever chaotic SMP he ran. There were houses to build, people to keep in check. Your fiance had more important things to do, apparently.

So, you found a cat. A beautiful calico cat. Admittedly, it was more like the cat found you.

Wandering through the forest, bounding straight for you. It circled your legs a few times, almost tripping you before they mewed happily. Ever since Milo has been with you.

And Milo has been amazing. So sweet and gentle. Offering cuddles almost constantly. But you still miss Dream.

Which is why you now have to deal with Milo attempting to hide in your backpack, the one thing you're taking with you to find Dream.

"Milo, no." You warn, picking him up and setting him on the floor again. Milo mewls sadly and curls around your feet. You didn't have enough space in your backpack to carry him and it likely wouldn't be comfortable either.

But maybe...?

Frowning at your own weak will, you pick up Milo and set him on top of your things. Definitely not comfortable... maybe you would just carry him.

Milo meowed happily though and so you let him be for now

That cat had you wrapped around his paws, you swear.

{《☆》}

It took forever to get to where everything happened. Dream had been so paranoid that he made you two live ten thousand blocks away. Countless mountains and rivers, long stretches of plains, and snowy hills that went on for miles.

You crossed it all.

And in the end, you found him. Your beautiful, loving fiance, walking down an old, slightly broken wood path.

"Dream!" You called out, rushing over. Colliding into the green man, you almost knocked him to the ground.

"Y/N?" Dream laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. Softly, he thumbed a finger over your shirt. "What are you doing here?"

Grinning, you pulled the mask away. You got on the tips of your toes and kissed him. It wasn't an answer, but you've gone so long without him that you deserved some kisses.

When you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I-, uh, I missed you."

"Oh," Dream's face was soft when he pulled away. Gently, he muttered back. "I missed you too."

Giggling, you pulled him down for another kiss. It was softer than your other kiss, sweeter. You leaned closer, not wanting to stop.

Dream pressed a hand to your back, deepening the kiss. You both missed this, it seems.

"What the hell?" Someone shouted, shrill and horrified.

Pulling away, your eyes met a young teenager who stumbled back into an older man. The dyed blonde next to them shifted uncomfortably when you looked at them.

"Tommy," Dream said, emotionless. Your brows furrowed and you pulled away from Dreams arms. "What are you doing here?"

"We were heading to Tommy's embassy and then we caught you smooching with some random stranger," The older man said, eyeing you curiously. It was unnerving. Like they were trying to disect exactly what you meant to Dream. "Who are you?"

"I'm Y/N. His fiance." You said. Glancing between Dream and the group of odd people. "Who are you?"

"They're nuisances," Dream gripped his diamond sword tightly. "And they shouldn't even be stepping foot on this side of the SMP."

"Dream," You grabbed the arm holding the weapon, gently lowering it. "They're not violent. You're picking a fight for no reason."

Dream looked at you, his eyes softening up. Glancing back at the men, who were watching you warily. Almost as if you were silly for attempting to calm your fiance. Your fiance sighed, gently brushing away hair from your eyes.

He pulled away quickly, focusing back on the group. "Wilbur, you're lucky that Y/N is here. I'll let you go today."

The British man nodded, pushing Tommy forward and sparing the other a quick look. They passed by quickly, but they looked at you like you had stopped the apocalypse.

"Thank you," You softly told Dream, picking up his hand and pressing a quick kiss to the palm.

Dream sighed, more tired than they had been earlier. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. Those people are just-, they've been causing problems in the SMP."

"It's okay. Just don't go picking fights when I'm here. I don't like seeing you get hurt."

Dream smiled at you, gently placing a kiss on your forehead. Before you could pull him down for a real kiss, Milo meowed.

"What was-?"

"Oh!" You exclaimed. Pulling away, you took your backpack off quickly and gently set it on the ground. Milo jumped out, circling your legs before going up to Dream. "This is Milo."

Milo meowed at Dream. Dream blinked before he sighed. Kneeling down, Dream gently reached out a hand. Slowly, Milo pressed his head into their palm.

"Aww," You cooed, kneeling down beside Dream. It was wonderful that you got to be here with him. You loved seeing the way his eyes glittered with gold in the sunlight and the pretty way his freckles popped out when he blushed.

Milo curled between the two of you. It was your own perfect family.

{《☆》}

[Dark undertones? In my fanfiction? Never.]

[Milo is best boi btw. Also, this was supposed to be way more angsty. Like, reader sees Dream beating up Tommy in Exile and dumps his ass angst.]

[Next one is a Fundy one and then another Dream post.]

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❤ Destiny

[600+ words]

[GN!Reader]

Summary: Everyone is born with words on their wrist, words their soulmate will say to them someday. You have the words "I love you" written in golden cursive on your wrist. (Dream x Reader)

You have grown up fearing the words "I love you". When your first boyfriend says it to you for the first time, you start crying. The relationship didn't end up lasting long but in every relationship you've had, it ends not too long after they say they love you.

You can't say the words back. Not because you don't love them, you always have, but trying to force the words out of your throat only brings vile, disgusting throw-up clawing its way out of your mouth.

Nothing about that ever changed when you got into your most recent relationship. You got the same chest-squeezing fear the first time Dream said "I love you" except after hearing your explanation, he didn't leave. He promised you never to leave saying "I love you" so that you never had to be scared of something bad happening.

Until it did.

You have never trusted someone as much as you have Dream, he is a sweetheart, he cares so deeply, and he loves you in the most honest way you've ever had anyone love you. He's the first person you've ever told you loved, and he's the one you're most scared of losing.

You wanted so desperately for him not to be your soulmate, only so you never had to lose him. But life doesn't always work out that way.

You were walking home together after dining out at a local pizza place, hands swinging together as you walked. It's such a peaceful night, a full moon shining down from above.

"We should eat out more often," Dream sighed happily. "I've never had better pizza."

That was pretty true but, "You said you were going to diet with Nick," You point out. Dream groans, pouting dramatically at you. "You can't just abandon him. He needs you."

"That pizza needs me!" Dream shakes his head with a laugh. "But fine, maybe another time. When he drops it in a week, we can all go together."

You try to hide your fond smile, "You're the reason his diets don't work out."

"Oh please," Dream scoffs. He then pauses and nods, "Yeah no, that's actually pretty true. But I have helped him work out so it evens out."

You giggle at his cute pouty face. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."

Dream can't even pretend to look mad, cheeks flushed at the nickname. He coughs, "I picked last time right? What movie do you wanna see today?"

"Maybe Coraline. I haven't watched it in a few months, I kinda miss the funky little clay people," Dream pouts again at your words.

"Hey, I'm the only little Clay person you need."

You press twin kisses to his freckled cheeks. "Of course, you are, babe."

You're both laughing as you walk down the street. All you can see is his face, his smile, and the way the moon bounces off his hair. Headlights light up every freckle, every strand of his stubble. There is nothing but Dream, his wide eyes, and you.

And then he's pushing you. You fall hard on your back, pushing yourself up instantly and staring, misty-eyed, at the car that's speeding past Dream's still body.

You can't remember much. You know you had started screaming only because people started pouring out onto the street. You do remember holding Dream's hand, carefully cradling his face. You were probably crying.

His eyes fluttered open for only a second and he smiled, teeth bloody, the second he saw your face. After a second of open-mouthed silence, his voice croaked out quietly. "I love you."

You don't remember anything more from the night. Dream didn't make it. You were gone soon after.

{《☆》}

[Whoops, forgot to mention it was "Last thing your soulmate says to you" AU. My bad. Anyway, Dream is my little meow meow. He might've lied about being blonde and his freckles but honestly I had no expectations (my mental image of him is still a blob, ngl).]

[Tell me any other sad prompts you have, I might end up writing them, who knows :)]

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Hey could you do a (Platonic) cc!Philza x reader. I want phil yo be a father figure to the reader and the reader will have a bad home life with mom since their dad passed but wont leave because they dont wanna leave their kid sister. During a meet up for the first time reader avoids taking their mask off and when they are finally convinced by phil in private theres a decent sized scar next to reader mouth. Reader has a break down and phil comforts her saying shes ok and doesnt have to go go back home. Reader freaks out saying they cant leave there sister all alone.Phil says that the 2 (or 3 if we bring mumza) can go pick her up and leave. Reader almost calls phil dad multiple times and he eventually says she can call him dad. Phil and mumza adopt reader and the little sister after helping reader put their blood mother behind bars

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Hi!!! No anger here but you use a mix of she/they pronouns for the reader and I'm strictly a gender neutral/male reader blog. If you want gender neutral pronouns I'm completely up for that but I'd rather not write for female readers! Have a lovely day 🥰🥰🥰!!!

Baby Brother 2: Electric Boogaloo 💛

Request by @sbfandom on Tumblr: “PLEASE I NEED ANOTHER PART OR A PART TWO 🥺”

(TransMasc Reader but it's not a big detail)

(He/They Pronouns)

(2100+ words)

Description: You go with George to his meet up with Tommy, Wilbur, and Vikkstar. Things happen from there.

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{《☆》}

You trailed after George readjusting his backpack which he somehow convinced you to carry. Both of you were on your way to meet up with more of George's streamer friends.

Your phone dinged with more texts from Sapnap. The 2 of you have been texting more than dream and George which was an impressive feat.

Someone was running at George so you put your phone down and rushed over. Your baby brother hugged the child in a blue jacket so you slowed down next to them.

"It's TommyInnit!" George laughed.

"It's me and gogs!" TommyInnit said, looking over at the, barely taller than you, man in an outfit close to your brother's.

Your brother started talking about height to the kid, who was obviously taller than him, while you stood by Vikkstar. Who didn't know Vikkstar, honestly?

"I could clart you," Tommy said to George. You looked over with a raised brow. "You're going to do what to George?"

Tommy laughed loudly, looking over at Tall Guy who held the phone. "Brother Moment! They are farming the 'awwws' in chat."

Everyone started snickering and you cracked a smile too.

{《☆》}

SappyNappy ♡

Heyyy

Wyd?

You

Hey !!

W/gogy at his meetup vlog thing

SappyNappy ♡

ooh

tell Tommy hes a lil bitch

Pleasseee

You

Hmm

Only for u <3

SappyNappy ♡

<3 <3 <3

You look over at Tommy, who's rapidly talking to Wilbur (who had introduced himself a few minutes ago) about the Queen.

Waiting for a lull, you walked next to Tommy. When the perfect moment arrived, you quickly chimed in.

"Sapnap says you're a little bitch."

They pause for a full second before Wilbur bursts out laughing. Tommy starts cursing at the sky as if Sapnap is dead and not just in America.

George bumped your shoulder, a recently familiarized teasing grin on his lips. "Still texting Sapnap, huh?"

Bumping him back, your lips curled into a playful smile. "Still texting Dream?"

Tommy turned to you quickly, interrupting George's playful offence, a faux serious look on his face. "Call him right now."

Snickering you pulled up Sapnap's contact. It barely started ringing when he picked up.

"Hello?"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Tommy instantly yelled, furiously gesturing at the phone for dramatic effect.

Sapnap started laughing at Tommy, instantly picking up energy. His chaotic vibes mesh well and you chuckle even as you attract stares. Or the entire group does technically.

"What I would do to you if I had a knife," Tommy leered playfully.

Handing off your phone to him so that he could be clearer, you sat down by Wilbur.

They smiled at you, a sweet little thing. Plucking out a piece of grass, you relaxed into the motion of twisting them. Wilbur leans against your shoulder, his pretty brown curls brushing your shoulder softly.

Shifting gently to make it more comfortable, you continued tying together grass and dainty flowers. Tommy was splayed out in front of you now, eyes closed as he dazed in the sun. The cameras were off and things just seemed softer.

Wilbur shifted on your shoulder again. It seemed a tad bit uncomfortable to just lean like that when he was taller than you. Gingerly you lowered his head to your lap. They pressed their cheek against your thigh and settled down with a slow exhale.

Looping another flower in, you glanced down at Wilbur's slacken face. Briefly brushing your fingers in his hair, pushing it away from his eyes, you got caught up in how soft he looked when he was asleep.

Your phone buzzed with another text, probably from Sapnap, and your stomach twisted. Putting on your finished flower crown, you opened up your fun to scroll through the messages he sent you.

SappyNappy ♡

Where'd u go D:

Dream is ignoring me I'm boooooored

Y/nnnnn

You

I'm here you big baby

Ur so needy

SappyNappy ♡

shut up ur the needy one

I will literally fight u

You

Mhm.

I 100% believe that

SappyNappy ♡

:(

Wilbur groaned lightly, shuffling closer suddenly. You put your phone down quickly, brushing your hand through his hair soothingly. Wilbur settled a bit, leaning heavily into your hands.

The peace was broken only a few minutes later, a fan stumbling over with a meek voice for photos.

{《☆》}

After Tommy finished recording, you all, minus Vik, went over to George's for dinner. You started browsing food options on your phone as George showed them around.

It wasn't particularly interesting, your brother was modest at the best of times and downright minimalist at the worst. When you finished studying abroad and came back to it being basically bare, you spent hours dragging George around from store to store for him to only end up putting up half of the items you bought.

Leaning back against the counter, you pick an option absentmindedly. Sapnap hadn't messaged you since you got home, probably crashing on Dream's sofa again.

"So, what are we eating?" George asked, coming into the kitchen with one of your hoodies on. It was large on you and it was comically large on him. He gave you doe eyes and you were once again putty to your baby brother.

"Alfredo's Pizza Café, your favourite." You unsuccessfully smother a soft smile. George grins widely at you, leaning forward and bonking his head into your shoulder. You bonked him back gently.

He leans back, looking over his shoulder and grinning. "I should probably go back. God knows what they'll end up breaking when I'm not there." George turned back quickly. "Oh, make sure you get the breadsticks and ask for their good sauce, kay?"

You roll your eyes fondly. "Whatever, G."

George scrunched up his nose. "No one's called me that since middle school."

"Ah, the days when you actually used to exercise." You sigh fondly. George shoots you a dirty look as you giggle. He steps over the cord that spans the entrance to the sitting room and quickly the noise starts picking up.

It's rather easy to place the order but Stacy always loves holding you back to talk. Or, if you're being completely honest, blatantly flirt with you. You leave the phone on the counter as you pull out a bottle of pop from the fridge.

"I should probably go-"

"But we're having so much fun."

"my boyfriend just got out of the shower so– yeah."

"Boyfriend?" She scoffed, disbelief dripping off her shrill voice. "Can I talk to him?"

"Well-"

"Hello, boyfriend here." Wilbur's voice shocks you, coming from the doorway. He grins at you, moving towards the phone. "Me and Y/N have a bit of a date night planned so if we could get on with that, I'd be most pleased."

"O-of course," She nervously laughs. Coughing, Stacy quickly speaks over your muffled laughter. "I'm getting another call so I should go too... Bye."

You look at Wilbur, your saviour who stands with a relaxed lean. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief and his grin even more so. It's thrilling, a look that promises things beyond your wildest imagination. "Am I your god or not?"

Biting your tongue is hard and even harder when a suddenly inhumanely handsome man is staring at you. You have never been gayer than in this moment. Swallowing back embarrassing thoughts you smile at him. "My saviour."

His ears flush, pale skin turning rosy under your gaze. His smile is wider, prouder and he fixes his posture up straight. Wilbur practically preens under your fond looks. It's like you just gave him an Oscar and named a star after him.

"Tired of annoying my brother?" You ask, leaning over the counter and giving him your undivided attention.

He grins wickedly, leaning towards you. "Gogy isn't as enticing as Dream sees him."

Time seems to go by so quickly when you're chatting with Wilbur. His odd jokes and little faces were absolutely adorable. The doorbell ring barely manages to break through Wilbur's giggly laughter. It's like bells, gentle and sweet and you can't get enough of it.

"Y/N can you get the door?" George yells towards you. Like always, you do what he asks and gather up your money for the pizza. Wilbur trails after, a relaxing presence for a slightly anxious meeting with a stranger at the door.

You hand off the pizza to Wilbur when you pay for it, giving basic pleasantries before you close the door.

You patted Wilbur's arm as you passed him to the kitchen. "Thanks for the help, boyfriend."

Wilbur's eyes shone with mirth. "No problem, boyfriend."

{《☆》}

Time passed quickly as everyone gathered around the table. Before you even knew it, the sun was setting.

All of you were sat around the couch, George right next to you in the corner with Tommy in the other corner and Wilbur sitting on the floor leaning against it. It was nice to have a little quiet moment after everything that happened today.

"I reckon I could take him," Tommy added suddenly as the next episode of Lucifer played.

Wilbur scoffed, tilting his head back to roll his eyes visibly at Tommy. "You would die instantly like the child you are."

"That is pussy talk, Wilbur. I am simply too massive, I am." Tommy leans over to George to jab him with his elbow playfully. "I would evade all his attack like a super spy."

"Bullshit," Wilbur chuckles. "You literally have the stamina of a three year old."

"A very fit three year old," Tommy nodded along. "Like a-, a super powered three year old. The kind that could clart you."

With an airy laugh, Wilbur flicked Tommy's forehead. You nudged George with a wild grin and he nudged you back.

"I bet I could knock him easily." You pretended to whispher to George.

He nodded along, sporting a mean grin. "Easily."

Tommy squawked out protests before he broke out in laughter. It was a fun moment even if this was a new chaos to you.

George was obviously comfortable with it though and he leaned into your side as Lucifer kept playing. You fiddled with his hair, brushing your hands through it leisurely.

As the episode ended, Wilbur's phone started ringing. George blinked away the sleep that was tugging at him, although Tommy was less successful with that. He looked up briefly before going back to snuggling himself in the covers.

"Sorry 'bout that," Wilbur hushedly said before pulling his shoes on quickly and heading out the door. You patted George until he calmed down before you stood up slowly. Stepping outside quietly, you were only a few steps away from Wilbur who was just ending his call.

"Oh, hey," he said waving slightly. "Excellent timing actually I was just gonna head inside to tell you I was heading off."

"So, you're leaving?" You didn't mean to phrase it as a question but part of you was hoping for a no. "I thought you were all sleeping over for the weekend?"

Wilbur shook his head, a small smile quirked on his lips. "I'll be back tomorrow but I have to head back home because I have a last-minute meeting with my office manager. Why? You gonna miss me?"

You fumble over your words, brushing a piece of your hair out of your eyes. With a click, you shut your jaw and shrug. "Maybe."

Wilbur softens visibly, his ears flushing just enough for you to notice. Then he met your eyes, looking somehow ethereal in the backlighting of the moon. Stars reflected in his glasses, Wilbur seemed untouchable. Their soft curls moved with the wind for a moment and it was a brilliant shock of your eyes staring at one another.

With a quick hand, Wilbur had already taken a single piece of napkin paper out of his pocket and a pen. Jotting something down quickly, he took your hand in his and slowly unfurled your fingers. With a lingering touch, he put the paper on your hand.

You stood there slightly dazed as Wilbur pressed a piece of paper, his phone number–, into your hands. He winked with a coy smile, "See you around, handsome."

You nodded back, tongue-tied. As he walked off, you felt completely flustered. Heading back inside, George was waiting for you on the couch, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

"Tommy knocked out soooo... movie night?" He offered.

You sighed. "Are you gonna ask to watch the fourth one first again?"

"...No?" George nervously laughed, rubbing at his neck.

"Just put in on, bubba." You were a weak, weak man when it came to your brother. George gave you an adorable little grin and you melted. He wrapped an arm around you and tucked himself into your side.

{《☆》}

*love triangle intensifies*

[Hi hello everyone :] I got a request for a part two so I had a lot of fun making this. The love triangle was unintential but fun to write lol]

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