#dreamwastaken imagine
Pairing:Dream / Clay x gn!reader
Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Talking to animals is easy, especially when you can actually understand them. But talking to Dream? That’s a whole other challenge unto itself.
Word Count: 4.5k
A/N: inspired by dream being a disney princess with like 85 dolphins during the 4v1 manhunt finale :D i hope you all enjoy! i had fun writing this <3
Balancing the bag in your arms carefully, you peeked over the top to see the animal pen drawing nearer and nearer. Your eyes lit up at the sight, and you picked up the pace a fraction or two as you made your way over. Already, you could see the pigs sniffing at the air, their snouts turned toward you expectantly.
“Good morning, guys!” you greeted, coming to a stop just outside the pen. Heaving the bag into one of your arms, you used the other to reach inside. “I brought some snacks for you all.”
The pig closest to you—Darwin, you remembered vaguely—snorted at you. To anyone else, they would have heard just that: a simple snort. But the tone that reached your ears was anything but simple.
“Finally! We’ve been starving!”
Giving him a lopsided smile, you pulled out a carrot from your bag, reaching down to let him bite on. “Don’t you guys have all this grass to eat?”
As Darwin snapped his mouth shut around the carrot, he managed to warble out, “Yes, but quality over quantity, and grass gets boring after eating it for basically ever.”
You gave him a deadpan look, shoving another carrot towards another pig—this one was Rita. “That doesn’t negate the fact that I literally fed you guys yesterday,” you pointed out with a blank stare.
From the back of the pen, you watched as one of the cows rose up to rest its front legs on the side of the wood, grunting out at you. “That was yesterday,” said Pedro, “and this is today.” He let his jaw fall open and waiting. “Now, feed me.”
You giggled, dumping the rest of the carrots in front of the pigs to let them fight amongst themselves. “So demanding,” you joked as you stepped to the side.
Moving over toward the cows, you held out a few carefully tied bundles of wheat, shaking them in front of them. “I hope you guys will settle for wheat.”
Pedro didn’t even look up, his eyes still glued to the wheat you were holding up. “Do you even have to ask?”
With a laugh, you set it on the ground in front of him, watching with amusement as the horde moved in to engulf the pile of wheat entirely. Just a moment later, you felt a nudge at the back of your arm, and you turned to see a pair of horses eyeing you expectantly. You grinned at the sight, turning the bag upside down in your arms.
“And for you two,” you hummed, watching gravity naturally empty the bag onto their feeding tray, “I’ve got some apples.”
The white speckled horse standing to your left—appropriately named Snowflake—let out an appreciative whinny, ducking her head down to devour an apple. “Bless your soul, [Y/N],” she sighed in bliss. “Bless you.”
Smiling, you folded the paper bag onto itself and slipped it back into your pocket, leaning against the wooden fence with a hum. “Just try not to throw me off anytime soon,” you said with a teasing look, “and I’ll bring you as many as you’d like.”
“Are you talking to the horses?”
You jumped at the sound of a new voice—at the sound of hisvoice.Oh my god.
Of all the people you thought would possibly stumble upon you like this, he was definitely the last person who came to mind.
Whirling around, you felt your hands curl up into fists at your side, your heart leaping into your throat as you laid eyes on the man standing before you. His mask had been tucked off to the side of his head, leaving his freckled face free and open to the bright sunshine above.
“O-Oh, I, um, erm…” you stammered, your tongue stumbling all over itself. “Hi, Dream! I-I was just, uh—”
You could hear Snowflake snicker behind you, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you finally managed to sputter, “What are you doing here?”
The smile he flashed you was more dazzling than the sun, and you resisted the urge to sigh dreamily. “Oh, just taking a morning stroll.” His emerald eyes flashed. “You didn’t answer my question, though.” He gestured to the animal pen behind you. “Were you really just talking to them, or have I gone crazy?”
You felt your mouth go dry, your mind absolutely scrambling for words to form a coherent sentence. Behind you, you caught a glimpse of Darwin pressing his snout forward between the gaps of the fence.
“Is this the guy you like? What’s so special about him?” He tilted his head, then dug at the ground with a triumphant puff. “He’s got nothing on me.”
Before you could stop yourself, you turned, shooting a glare at him. “Sh-Shut up!”
Just a step ahead of you, Dream gasped, his eyes brightening with fascination. “You are talking to the animals!” He shuffled closer toward you. “Can you really understand them?”
Your breath caught in your lungs at his proximity, and you fidgeted as you spoke. “I, um, yeah.” When there was a beat of silence, you wilted under his gaze. “Sorry, I must sound cuckoo.”
His lips were parted in awe, and he shook his head at you. “No, no, I’m just so intrigued. Why did you never tell me?”
You lowered your gaze to your hands, fiddling with your thumbs. “I guess I… just didn’t want anyone to think I seemed crazy, or something.” Your voice grew quiet. “You probably don’t even believe me.”
Just then, you felt a hand settle on the curve of your shoulder. You nearly jumped right out of your skin, and you looked up to see Dream’s face just a few inches from yours. You wanted to melt into the floor.
He’s so close.
“I believe you,” he said softly, honestly lacing his every syllable. “You wouldn’t lie to me. That’s not like you.” His lips twitched up into a small smile, and you felt him squeeze your shoulder ever so gently. “Am I the only one who knows?”
You swallowed, then nodded your head, half-feeling like it would fall right off if you shook it too hard. “Y-Yeah,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from his. “I didn’t really mean to keep it a secret—I guess it just sort of happened. I don’t really remember how this happened, either. I think I was just born with it? I’ve always been able to understand them.”
A part of you wanted to berate yourself for rambling, but you didn’t get the chance to think about it for a second longer before Dream was suddenly grabbing both of your shoulders, practically pressing himself up to you. Your face was aflame in a burst of dizzying affection and bashful warmth, his hot breath fanning over your cheeks obliviously.
Too close!
“That—that’s so cool!” he said, his eyes scanning your face with wonder. A moment later, he stepped back, releasing your shoulders. You missed his touch immediately, and you wanted to lean back into his warmth.
“We have to talk to every animal, now,” he sighed, almost bouncing up and down where he stood with excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face at the sight. Suddenly he turned, cocking his head at you with a pensive, almost shy look.
“Well, I mean, you can talk to them all if you want, but is it okay if I tag along? I’m just…” He shook his head to himself again, his smile never once faltering. “You’re just so amazing.”
Your heartbeat was practically rattling your rib cage at this point—who gave him the right to be so… so nice?Sopretty?Soperfect? Fumbling to respond, you sent him the best smile you could muster up.
“S-Sure! I don’t think they’d mind.” You glanced over at the animal pen. “Would you guys?”
Rita cocked her head, then let out a snort of approval. “Sure, he’s okay. Besides, you’ve got the hots for him, right?” Something in her beady little eyes gleamed with mischief. “Show off a little, yeah?”
You gaped at her, your brain short-circuiting on the spot. Rita!you internally chided.
At your side, Dream blinked at you curiously. “Well,” he said, “what’d they say?”
Squeaking, you flipped around to look at him, feeling your insides flutter with butterflies as your heart melted.
“Yes,” you breathed, “you can tag along.”
The sheer brightness of his smile made you wonder if maybe it would be better if you had said no.
“Hey there, little guy.”
The puppy in Dream’s arms—his name was Cole—was panting like he had just run three miles, rolling over into his warm touch. His tongue flicked over his wet, black nose as he barked once, twice at you.
“Oh! He’s so tall! And he’s good at giving ear scratches.” Whimpering, he nuzzled into Dream’s eager touch. “Oooh, yes. That’s the spot.” Lifting his head, he turned to look at you and barked once, his pale, glimmering eyes flickering with joy. “[Y/N], bring him around more often. This guy rocks.”
You giggled, brushing some stray dirt off the front of your pants. “I’ll try my best.”
Dream glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your mouth before dragging over your face. “What’d he just say?”
Bending down, you reached a hand out to poke at Cole’s cheek, not missing the way he yapped at your touch. “He says that I should bring you around more often because you’re good at giving scratches.”
“Don’t forget about the part where I said he rocks!” Cole suddenly yelped, his tail wagging aggressively against Dream’s thigh. “Because he does.”
Your face flushed at that, and you turned your gaze to the grass beneath your feet. “And also that you, um—you rock.”
A smile tugged at Dream’s lips, and he let out a chuckle that seemed all too boyish for a man of his stature. “Aw, really?” he crooned, scratching the pup a little more. “That’s too kind.”
You snuck a peek at him, feeling your heart sing a sweet melody in your chest. “Well,” you murmured, “it is what he said.”
You watched with awe as his features softened into something so tender, so warm that it made your lungs expand just to make room for the affection blooming in your chest. To think it had been well over a few months since Dream had discovered your little power, and he was still as kind as ever. Every morning, he would join you on your way to feed the animals, and from time to time, he would ask you to accompany him while chatting with them.
You, of course, could never say no to him, so here you were, all this time later and still absolutely head over heels for him.
“Thank you, buddy,” he hummed, giving Cole one last ruffle behind his ears before getting to his feet. “We’re gonna go now, but I’ll come back soon.”
Getting back onto his four paws, Cole shook out his fur once, then barked at him with a wag. “Bye! You’re the best!” He turned to look at you. “And give him a kiss for me, [Y/N].”
Your jaw dropped open, and you almost tripped over your foot as you straightened. “I-I most certainly will not!” you shouted.
Dream blinked at you, confusion furrowing his brow. “Huh?”
You squeaked, turning away from him with a dismissive wave. “He—he just says bye back!” you said, praying he would ignore the crack in your voice.
Instead, he cocked a brow at you, looking all the more intrigued. “And what about the thing you won’t do?”
You tore your gaze away from him, dragging a line in the dirt with the sole of your shoe. “I-It’s nothing,” you fibbed. “Ignore him.”
He gave you an amused look, then chuckled, trailing after you. “Okay, okay,” he relented. “Where to next?”
You paused, tapping at your chin with a thoughtful expression. “Mm, have you ever talked to a fox?” you said after a moment.
He grinned. “I mean, I’ve personally never talked to any animals, but no.”
You laughed at his half-joke, waving over your shoulder for him to follow you. “Well, I know one you might like. C’mon!”
As you began striding forward, making your way down the wood plank path, you paused when you didn’t hear footsteps following you. Turning, you looked behind you only to freeze at the sight of Dream’s eyes glued to you, his gaze gleaming with a mixture of awe and wonder.
“You know,” he said, suddenly sounding breathless, “I really appreciate that you’re doing this for me. You didn’t have to, you know?”
Your heart picked up a beat inside you, and you swallowed the rhythm threatening to burst out of your chest. “I wanted to,” you said honestly. “I’m just glad that…” You smiled. “That you’re having fun.”
You didn’t catch the way his cheeks flushed a royal, rosy hue, his eyes still focused on the tender look on your face. With his lips curling up into a fond smile, he took a step closer toward you.
“See, that’s what I love about you. You’re so genuinely kind, and you never even hesitate about it. It’s almost like second-nature to you.”
Reaching over, he gently bumped his arm into yours, and you felt a spark rush into your skin at the gesture. “Have some more pride in yourself, okay?” he chided, grinning at you. “It’s people like you who make this world a brighter place.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it, not trusting yourself to speak. “I—“
Your tongue felt like jelly in your mouth, and you did your best to say a word coherently.
“I—okay.” You could swear you were trembling from head-to-toe. “I’ll try my best.”
He flashed you another one of those blinding grins of his, then breezed past you, resting his hands on his hips.
“Good. That’s a start. Now,” he said, glancing back at you with the sun framing his face, “where were you taking me, again?”
Pushing down the fizzy feeling rising up in your chest, you rushed after him, pointing at a forest in the distance. Although you had a destination in mind, you knew that deep down, you wouldn’t mind going anywhere, so long as it was with him.
“You know, you should totally just confess to Dream.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you shot Pedro a glare from where you were sitting on a wood block next to the pen. Already, you could feel your heart start to run rampant at the mere mention of his name. Setting down your handful of wheat, you scoffed.
“What? Are you kidding me? No way!”
Darwin flopped over onto his stomach, digging his snout against the ground as he let out a long, drawn out snort. “You totally should. Watching this is just painful. We all think so.”
You grumbled, digging your heels into the ground as your lungs squeezed a fraction tighter. “Well, you don’t have to watch if it’s so terrible.”
Snowflake leaned her head down to whinny next to you. “He follows you everywhere. It’s impossible to not watch.”
Huffing, you crossed your arms over your chest and turned away, shifting back on the wooden block. “I’m still not doing it.”
“He’s cute,” Rita said.
Your ears burned. “I know that.”
“You like him,” Pedro added.
You curled your hands into tight fists. “I know that, too.”
Darwin rolled over in the pen. “Dare I say you might even love hi—”
“Iknowthat!”
Immediately, the animal pen fell silent, and you were burying your face in your hands, the crack of your shout still echoing through the air. Your blood was absolutely rushing through your ears now, and all you could focus on was the shaky, uneven breaths escaping your mouth.
“I know, I know, I know,” you choked out, your head spinning with an overwhelming cyclone of emotions. “But even then, I’m not gonna tell Dream!”
“You’re not gonna tell me what?”
Your eyes shot open, and you flung your head up to see Dream standing over you just a step behind your seat, his upside down face greeting you with an inquisitive look. Before you knew it, you were gasping and leaning backwards, losing your balance.
“Oh my g—ahh!”
In a whirl, you toppled backwards, your legs kicking out in front of you, but suddenly, a pair of hands settled on your arms. Gently nudging you forward once more, you inhaled sharply as electricity ran along your body as you came to a steady stop, sitting upright with Dream’s soft touch holding you in place.
“Woah, there,” he breathed over you, his eyes landing on your panicked ones. “You okay?”
Your gaze darted across his face, only briefly landing on his lips for a moment before shooting to the sky above his head. “Yeah, it’s…” You swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing at all!”
He raised a brow, his hands still firm against your arms. “I wouldn’t exactly call that nothing.” Letting go of you for a second, he walked around you until he was at your side, crouching down to be level with your face. “What’s up?” he asked gently.
Being eye-to-eye with him like this was too much for your head, and you could feel your feet jittering in your shoes. “I, uh, I—I just wanted to tell you that… that your hair always looks really soft!” Your voice came out in a hurried, messy rush, but you nodded like you meant it, anyways. “Th-That’s all!”
Just behind the oak fence, Rita bellowed with laughter—or whatever a pig’s laughter sounded like. “You are such a liar!” she snorted, leaning against the wood with gleaming eyes. “The biggest liar!”
At her side, you caught a glimpse of Snowflake’s snicker, and you glowered at them. “Guys! Stop that!”
Dream’s bewilderment only grew. “What’s with that reaction?” he muttered. Then, his eyes widened. “Don’t tell me… are you lying to me?”
You stiffened, refusing to meet his gaze. “N-No.”
He shoved his face closer to you, his nose only a few inches away from your cheek. “No?” he responded cheekily.
You did your best not to squirm. “N—Not at all!”
“Just tell him how you feel!” Darwin whined, acting as loud and abrasive as he was wont to be.
Pedro nodded, chewing on a mouthful of wheat. “Don’t be such a coward!” After a slight pause, he chuckled. “Get it? Cow-ard?”
You groaned again and felt your face practically burst into flames. “Lay off me, guys!”
Beside you, Dream was quiet, an almost solemn look settling on his features. “[Y/N],” he murmured, speaking your name like it was the most precious thing in the world, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”
You peeked over at him, letting your gaze meet for a brief, fleeting moment. His eyes really did look like emeralds. Gulping, you held his stare.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
His mouth twitched the slightest bit at that. Rising to his feet, he stretched his hand out toward you.
“Here,” he said, “come with me.” After a second, he glanced over his shoulder at the pen and added, “And please, can you all just leave us alone for a bit? Pretty please?”
Snowflake blinked at him once, then gave him a disparaging whinny.“Fine.”
His eyes immediately darted to hours, and you translated for him with lightning speed. “They agreed.”
He grinned, gesturing to his hand once more. “Perfect. Let’s go.”
With a timid touch, you let your hand slip into his as he tugged you to his feet, still not used to the soft hold of his fingers around your skin. You expected him to let go of you, but to your surprise, he simply held on as he led you away from the pen and toward a small alcove in the nearby mountain wall. As soon as he stopped walking, he whirled to face you.
“Alright, tell me what’s up. Clearly something’s bothering you, and I want to know what’s going on.” His face flickered with a shadow of a frown, and his hand squeezed yours. “It makes me sad to see you like this.”
You wanted to look away and hide from the intensity of his gaze, but the longer you looked at him, the more you knew you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not with the way he was looking at you, at least. Your heart beat like a thousand drums in your chest, and it took everything inside of you to suck in a simple, single breath.
“I… promise you won’t laugh at me?” you asked quietly. “Or run away or something?”
He blinked, then shook his head. “From you? Never.” His lips curled up into a crooked grin. “I guess you could say I wouldn’t dream of it.”
The groan escaped you before you could even think about it. His hand thrummed with life in yours, and you sighed, “That was a terrible pun.”
He laughed, his chuckle rumbling throughout his chest. “You love me for it.”
You soaked in the sound of his laughter, traced your gaze over the soft crescent moons of his eyes when he smiled and the scattered freckles on his cheeks. Not once did you take your eyes off his. After all, you were always looking at him, and this time would be no different.
“I do,” you whispered.
He paused, his laughter coming to a halt. “What?”
You swallowed, letting the words spill from your lips like an unbidden waterfall beating at stone. “I do,” you said, again. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
His fingers twitched against yours, and a part of you wondered why he was still holding on—why he hadn’t let go yet. But in that moment, you couldn’t think of anything but the light shining from the very depths of your soul onto his features.
“I love you, Dream.” You paused, then tacked on in a hush of a whisper, “Really.”
You watched with bated breath as his eyes grew wide and his hand squeezed yours even tighter than before. You felt your mouth open, pushing more words to the surface as your brain went into overdrive.
“And I know that’s scary, because the way I feel about you is more than just liking someone, which is crazy, I know, and I totally get if you don’t feel the same wa—”
It happened in an instant.
In one second, you were rambling a flurry of anxiety, thoughts, and fears, all of them bursting forth at once.
In the next, Dream’s lips were pressed to yours, and you felt fireworks.
Sparks burst forth from the pit of your stomach, joy unfurling in your chest as you let your eyelids flutter shut, melding into the softness of his touch. You felt his other hand reach up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheekbone. You shivered at the tenderness of it all, and you could have sworn you felt him smile against your mouth. A moment later, you parted, gasping for air as you took in the sight of his pink cheeks and adoring gaze.
“Sorry,” he panted as he shot you a lopsided smile, “was that too forward of me?”
Your tongue swiped over your lips, and you caught the way his eyes followed the movement. More, your heart cried, and so you opened your mouth once more.
“Again?” you whispered. “Please?”
He chuckled, then dove right back toward you, his mouth meeting yours once more. He tasted like sunshine on your tongue, the softness of his lips practically drowning you in him, him, him. He smelled like a deep, woody pine that made you want to stay wrapped up in his arms. Your hand squeezed his again, and you felt your insides expand with a melody sweeter than a skylark’s song.
I love you, I love you.
This time when Dream parted from you, he didn’t move too far, only going so far as to rest his forehead against yours and smile.
“I think that makes it pretty clear how I feel about you,” he breathed.
You couldn’t stop smiling, and you knew you must look like a lovestruck fool right now, but you could hardly bring yourself to care. How could you, when he was here with you?
“Will—will you please say it, anyways?” you asked with a glimmer in your eye. “Just so then I know I’m understanding you correctly?”
He let out a puff laughter, the breath fanning over your face. “You can understand animals just fine but you’re stumped by this?”
You reached a hand, tentatively holding his face in your palm. “Animals are easy to figure out. You?” You smiled. “Not so much.”
He nuzzled his cheek into your palm, letting his lips brush a simple kiss over your fingertips. “Well, alright then. But just for you.”
You both closed your eyes, basking in the quietness for a moment longer until he murmured four little words that lit your whole world up.
“I love you, too.”
Light danced along every vein in your body, seeping into every nook and cranny of your heart as your fingers moved to sink into his soft, golden locks. Nothing could ruin this moment, you thought wistfully. Nothing at all.
Then came a loud, braying bark.
“Finally! You did it! Thank god!”
You whipped around with Dream at your side, eyes wide with shock to see Cole yipping at the two of you. His tail wagged behind him faster than you’d ever seen it before, and in a flash, he was dashing off into the distance. Embarrassment washed over your face, and you let out a whine.
“Oh my god. Dream, he is totally gonna snitch to everyone else.”
He lifted his brows in a look that almost came across as accepting, his thumb brushing over your knuckles where your fingers were still intertwined. “Well,” he hummed with a joking tone, “at least I’m not gonna be the one who’ll get teased about it.”
You gasped in mock offence, playfully whacking his arm. “You’re so mean!”
He chuckled, tapping his foot against the ground. “I’m kidding. We’ll deal with it together.”
Above you, you heard a bird chirp in the distance, no doubt spreading word of the news to every animal you knew. Despite the hordes of questions you knew you were bound to get asked, you let yourself simply lean over to rest your head against his shoulder, your side latching onto his.
“Yeah,” you murmured, “you’re stuck with me now.”
Dream’s face flooded with nothing but warm, wholehearted, and unadulterated affection for you. Turning his head, he let his lips press against the crown of your head, and you sighed, caught in a dreamlike haze.
“I sure am, and I don’t intend on going anywhere.”
The Football Game
Stuck with you Chapter 3
Dream miraculously brought his math grade up, so now you’re stuck at his football game.
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As it turns out, Dream is very competitive. By challenging him to play in the game on Saturday, you completely screwed yourself, because there was no chance he wasn’t playing in that game. And even if he did it purely to spite you, you were slightly proud that he’d pulled his math grade up, even if it was only a very low C.
So now you were stuck in a crowded stadium at 8 pm on a Saturday, pulling your two best friends behind you.
“Y/N I really don’t understand why you’ve all of a sudden decided that we’re football people. We’ve never been football people,” Wilbur groaned.
You giggled, “we aren’t football people but I made a deal with one of the students I tutor and I can’t exactly back out.”
Techno huffed, “whatever, but you better not turn into some preppy cheerleader.”
“I’m not even wearing our school colors, don’t worry.”
You led them to the seats that Dream had saved for you, right by his bench as he promised. It was less crowded than the rest of the stands, most likely because tickets for this section were reserved for special guests of the players.
To your left you could see the cheerleaders warming up, Niki sending you a bright smile and wave from her spot amongst the team.
Wilbur leaned down and asked you, “who are we actually here to see?”
You smiled up to him, “the quarterback.”
“How utterly cliché you are.” He muttered.
And just as he spoke the words you felt yourself living in one, as Dream came running up to where you sat. “I honestly was only half sure you were gonna come,” he said, lifting himself to stand on your level on the opposite side of the fence.
A small shrug, “I told you if you got your grade up I would. Seems like bribing you like this works out.”
He chuckled, eyeing Wilbur and Techno, “these your friends?”
“Yep!” You smiled, introducing the three men to each other. The tension among them was thick and awkward. “Anyways, don’t suck tonight, I guess,” you chuckled to him.
He rolled his eyes playfully, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He let himself back down to the field, eyeing you curiously for a moment before jogging back to his bench. You scrunched your eyebrows together, wondering if that was where he was leaving the conversation.
Techno cleared his throat, “Y/N, I mean this in the best way possible, stop doing all of the things you were doing.”
You looked bewildered, “what do you mean? What am I doing?”
Wilbur laughed, “stop awkwardly trying to flirt back at him.”
You looked between the two of them, confusion clouding your features, “I’m not trying to flirt with him, I barely even like him as a person, much less anything more. And he is definitely not flirting with me!”
“Whatever you say, Y/N.” Techno muttered.
Wilbur smirked, “here he comes awaiting your approval once again.”
You looked back towards the field, spotting Dream running up to you with something in his hand. “Um, it’s gonna get cold and you’re not in any school colors so I figured you might- uh- want this.” He stumbled over his words as he handed you a cloth material.
You unfolded it to reveal it was a hoodie with your school emblem on it, a small blush brushing your face. “And you didn’t bring one for Wilbur or Techno? That’s just mean.”
He chuckled at you awkwardly, “well, I gotta get to the field but enjoy the game!”
You smile at him, “good luck, Dream.”
You weren’t sure what to expect from the football game. You had heard your school was pretty good, but from what you could tell your team was crushing the other one.
At one point during the game, Techno leaned down and spoke into your ear, “looks like someone’s playing to impress tonight.”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him off you with a “you’re an idiot.”
After the game you waited for Dream to wrap up his conversations with his teammates to return his jacket. To your surprise, he motioned you over to him on the field. As you made your way over with Wilbur and Techno, you could hear them making jokes.
“And you’re just tutoring this guy?” Techno muttered, amused.
Wilbur followed up with, “maybe I should try out tutoring.”
You ignored them, walking up to Dream with the intention of handing him his jacket. Your two friends stayed a few steps away, looking incredibly awkward and out of place around the massive men on the football team.
“Coach, this is my tutor, y/n. Y/n, this is my coach, Dan. He wanted to meet you.” Dream introduced you to the man.
You smiled timidly, “oh, um, nice to meet you.”
He chuckled, “I’ve heard your name from some of the other kids on the team, but I figured if you got his ass back on the field in only 2 weeks then I just had to meet you.”
A shy laugh left your lips, “it wasn’t difficult, he did most of the work for himself.” You glanced up to Dream, a proud smirk on his face, “but he’s still got a long way to go if he wants to stay where he’s at.” You gave Dream a challenging look, coercing a laugh from him.
“Small victories, right?” He said.
Dan chuckled, “and big ones too,” he patted the younger man on the shoulder, “good job tonight kiddo.” And with that, he left you and Dream alone.
You shrugged the jacket off your shoulders, “thanks for this, by the way. You were right about it getting cold.”
“Yeah, no problem, thanks for coming.”
“A deal’s a deal. Now I know that bribing you works.” You chuckled.
You were prepared to say goodnight and leave him there, but he stopped you before you had the chance, “do you have any plans tonight?”
You were taken aback, not expecting him to ask anything close to that. You were sure if you could see Techno and Wilbur, they’d be laughing at you. You muttered out, “I don’t think so, why?”
He smiled slyly, “we’re going to a party.”
You laughed, “we? Who’s we? You think I’m gonna let you drag me to some party?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not just some party. It’s my party. We just beat Clemson and now, we’re celebrating.”
You shook your head, “Dream, you’re ridiculous. Do you think I’m someone who goes to parties?”
He shrugged, “Trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself, even if you don’t like parties. You can even bring your boy toys!” He said the last part sarcastically, shooting a look to Techno and Wilbur.
You gasped in amusement, “you did not just call Wilbur the film major and Technoblade the unironic anarchist my boy toys!” Laughter left both yours and Dream’s mouth, “I doubt they’ll come and if they don’t, you have to promise not to abandon me and let me get killed by some crazy frat guys.”
He chuckled, “I pinky swear I won’t let any weird frat guys do anything to you.”
You’re Already Screwing it Up
Stuck with you Chapter 2
Dream is late to his first tutoring lesson and he tries to make up for it
Your chin sat lazily in your palm as your eyes glanced towards the clock on the wall of your tutoring room. It read 11:23.
You weren’t supposed to be in this room alone on Wednesdays at 11:23 am, but here you were, waiting for the man you had no expectations of showing up.
If you had been allowed to leave, you probably would have, but you were required to stay until 30 minutes into a scheduled session if your student didn’t show up. So, there you sat, waiting for those 7 remaining minutes to pass by.
Unfortunately for you, the subject of your appointment barged through the door to your study room, wide-eyed with worry but still annoyingly charming. He pushed his long dirty blond hair out of his face with a relieved smile. “Sorry I’m late,” he huffed out, setting his backpack beside him as he moved into his chair.
You sat unamused, a slight scowl on your face, “You talk big talk about wanting to get your grades up as soon as possible and you can’t even be bothered to show up on time to your first meeting. You’re already screwing it up.”
He smiled, “second, technically.”
You waved him off, getting straight into the subject of the tutoring session. As you were explaining how important it was, he get at least an 87% on the next book report he had due, you noticed the slight gleam in his eyes as he looked at you. Maybe it was just your huge ego, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching you more than listening to you. And that, of course, annoyed you to no end.
Not everything about Dream was shallow, though. It turned out that he was pretty smart, he just needed someone to push him to actually do his work. Which annoyed you even more.
“Have you actually read Othello or are you just planning on doing your report based on SparkNotes?” You asked him sarcastically after discussing his writing plan for what felt like ages and coming to the conclusion that he didn’t know what to write about.
He scoffed, “yes I’ve read it, I just don’t understand the prompt. I mean, the whole question of if Othello was morally justified in being angry with Cassio and Desdemona is based on everyone’s unique perspectives and in basis, incorrect. There’s no true evidence to even verify that Othello’ beliefs about their relationship were true. So how can we justify his actions if we don’t know the truth?”
You raised an eyebrow, impressed with his response, “okay so then make that your thesis. I mean, word it better, obviously, but if that’s your reaction to the prompt then that’s what you should write.”
“I can’t just write an essay about how the professor gave a faulty prompt and expect to get a B+.”
You laughed lightly at his ignorance, “people hold professors in such high regards, but they have flaws too. Your professor made a prompt and you disagree with the basis. You’re allowed to disagree with it as long as you can back up your argument. So, write an essay that challenges the assumptions of the prompt but make sure it’s a good one.”
At exactly 1 o’clock, you closed the math textbook in front of you with a sigh, “I think that’s it for today, how are you feeling about your quiz tomorrow?”
He sighed, “I feel better about it, but I guess we’ll see tomorrow.”
You smiled at him, standing up and collecting your bag, “You only have to get a 77% to raise you above a D in the class.”
He nodded, a hopeful look in his eyes, “If I do raise my grade, I’ll be playing in the game on Saturday. And to make up being late, maybe I could get you some tickets?”
A pathetic chuckle escaped your lips, “no thanks.”
He raised an eyebrow, “oh come one, free tickets right by the field for the game against Clemson? You’re not seriously gonna pass that up.”
You shrugged, “football’s not really my thing, it’s boring and complicated.”
His eyes went wide, “okay, I get that it’s not everyone’s favorite, but you can’t sit there and tell me it’s boring when I’m the quarterback. Seriously, how many games have you even been to?”
“Hey, did I mention I’m the quarterback of the football team,” you said in the deepest voice you could muster to mimic him before saying normally, “I haven’t been to any games, I don’t need to go to know I’ll be bored.”
He sighed dramatically, “you’re a junior and you’ve never been to a college football game? You have to come now. Like I’m legally requiring you to come to the game on Saturday.”
You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, challenging him. He pouted, “I won’t be able to do a good job on my book report if you’re not at my game to support me.”
With an eyeroll and a scoff, you muttered, “fine. Ifyou get a good enough grade tomorrow to play on Saturday, I’ll come. But you have to get me a ticket and two for my friends.” You couldn’t hide the playful smile that made its way onto your lips.
Dream smiled confidently, “you’re on.”
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Stuck with you Chapter 1
Dream’s coach says he has to get tutoring in order to stay on the team. As much as she wants to, y/n can’t say no.
Chapter warnings: cursing
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The sunny Florida afternoon didn’t quite match the mood Dream found himself in, the beaming sun seeming to taunt him.
“Coach, seriously? You can’t actually bench me for a couple bad grades. That’s ridiculous!”
The man best known as “Coach Dan” sighed, his hand landing firmly on his quarterback’s shoulder. “Look, Dre, I know it seems stupid. But this is a college and we promote education first. As a representative of this school, you can’t be failing two classes. So, you have a choice; drop the classes and take them in the spring or find some way to bring the grades up as soon as possible.”
The blond-haired player nudged the hand from his shoulder, tangling his own in his hair frustratedly. “I can’t drop them; I can’t continue in my major without them.”
In the distance, a player called for the coach, the man turning behind him to find a few of his team members waiting to speak with him. “Go to the Arts and Sciences library today and find a tutor, they’re free and they’ll really help you out.”
“A tutor? Really? That’s-“
“This isn’t an arguing matter.” The older man cut Dream off, “Get the grades up or you’re out for the season.”
With that, he turned and left the green-eyed 20-year-old to groan.
Despite detesting the circumstances, he found himself in, Dream knew his coach was only doing what was best for him. Reluctantly, he walked across the campus to the College of Arts and Science’s library. Upon entering, the smell of sweet coffee filled his nose, the space seeming to contrast the harsh scent of sweat and grass from the field he was in previously.
He looked around, taking in the various bean bags, couches, and desks that filled the space. The lighting was ambient, bright enough to see clearly but enough that it wouldn’t hurt your eyes after being in the building too long.
With a harsh sigh, the man strutted over to the help desk, meeting a kind-looking blond girl who couldn’t be any older than him.
“Hi! How can I help you?” She spoke brightly, obviously trained well in customer service. Her glasses sat on her nose, her name tag standing out against her gold shirt. “Niki,” it read.
He leaned onto the desk, trying his best to act confident despite his hatred of the task at hand. “I’m looking to get tutoring.” Short and sweet, so she wouldn’t know he’s dying from having to ask.
The girl adjusted her glasses, fiddling with the computer in front of her, “okay, what classes are you looking to schedule for?” Her tone was professional, as if she knew he was uncomfortable.
Dream cleared his throat, “ENC 2130 and MAC 1120. English 2 and Precalculus.”
Niki nodded, typing the information into her device, “and what’s your name and SFU ID?”
The man told her, fingers tapping nervously on the desk. She scanned through the webpage on her screen, a small smile on her face. “Okay, so I can give you two different tutors for each subject or I have a couple people who tutor both, but they tend to be pretty busy. What is your availability like?”
“I have practice at 4 every day and classes every day except for Wednesday, so, whatever you can do with that I’ll take.”
Niki’s eyebrows flew up, “I’ll see what we have but I’m not really sur-“ She cut herself off, head tilting to the side, “you are one lucky guy.”
He chuckled, “if I were lucky, we wouldn’t be here.”
Niki giggled at that before speaking, “well, one of our best tutors, though I may be biased because they’re my friend, is available Wednesday mornings 11-1 and she specializes in both your required courses.”
Dream let a breath out of his nose, “you don’t by chance have anything later, do you?” Niki shook her head, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Dream just nodded, “alright, whatever it takes, I guess. Let’s do it.”
The girl in front of him smiled widely, “awesome! Their name is y/n and they’re amazing. I’ll let them know to expect you Wednesday at 11.”
With a forced smile, Dream spoke, “great, thanks.”
“Yeah! Is there anything else I can help you with?”
He shook his head, “nope.”
Niki smiled, “okay then, have a great night, Clay.”
Two days later, Dream found himself rolling out of his bed on his half day off with a groan. Someone had been knocking on his door, loudly. “Come on, Dream. I need you to go to tutoring more than you need to.”
His green eyes rolled as he identified the source of the voice. “Punz, fuck off. Tell the whole house why don’t you?”
Punz chuckled from the other side of the door, “dude, as your running back and teammate, please get your shit together and get back to practice. It’s been two days and Connor already thinks he’s permanent quarterback.”
Dream groaned at the thought of his backup quarterback trying to replace him, “seriously? Wish I could go to practice just to fucking deck him.”
“I wish I could punt his stupid head across the field,” Punz muttered, “just get back soon, man. If I have to wake you up every Wednesday, I’ll do it.”
“Don’t ever wake me up again, idiot.”
Despite his annoyance, the library’s atmosphere seemed to mellow Dream out, the coffee smell seeping into his muscles to relax them. He searched for the study room he’d been assigned, J32.
Once he found it, he waited outside for a few minutes until the clock hit exactly 11am. It seemed like whoever was in there had the same idea, as moments after the time changed, the door swung open. A girl walked out with a small wave to whoever was inside and a small, “excuse me.”
Dream entered, taking sight of the person in the room who turned to face him. Your eyebrow peaked upon seeing him, taking in his appearance briefly. He felt flattered as you observed him, eyes glancing up and down his body. You were unimpressed with his sweatpants and hoodie, though you understood the comfort, you had hoped he would have put a bit of effort into your first meeting.
“Are you my 11? Clay?” You asked, tone bored. Dream’s amusement fell.
He nodded, clearing his throat, “yeah. You’re y/n?”
You motioned to the seat in front of you, “that’s me. Sit, please.” He set his backpack down beside him as he slowly sunk into the chair. You pulled up the info Niki had given you, which wasn’t much, “alright, you’re here for help with Precalc and English 2?” He nodded.
“Okay,” you sighed, pulling up your cheat sheet on how to perform tutoring intake assessments, scanning the instructions briefly. “So, what I like to do with the first session is find out how I can best help you and then set up some kind of schedule based on what you need. Then we can set expectations for each other and maybe do some baseline study skills tutoring today. Sound good?”
Dream shrugged, “you’re in charge.” His brain briefly flashed with the line I’d like to be in charge of you somewhere else, but he pushed it aside.
You nodded, “awesome. So, just to start, why are you here?” Dream raised an eyebrow in confusion so you continued, “some students are failing classes, some just don’t understand basic concepts, some students just struggle with studying techniques for certain classes. So, what brought you here?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed about it, Dream spoke, “my coach told me I had to get my grades up before I could play again.”
With a small nod, you asked, “you play a sport?”
Dream scoffed, “I’m the quarterback.”
Your eyes went wide, “oh, sorry.” You were quiet for a moment, feeling slightly ashamed that you had no idea who your school’s own quarterback was. “Um, so what are your grades in the classes you’re here for?”
“I have a D in English and a high F in Math.”
You chuckled, “A 40 percent could be considered a high F, what’s your grade?”
“57 percent.”
Another nod from you as you processed the information, typing it onto your document, “Okay, that’s actually workable. Um,” you thought for a moment, “how do you study currently?”
Dream let out a dry laugh, “I don’t really, I just do the practice problems. How else are you supposed to study for math?”
You wanted to roll your eyes, but you refrained, instead asking a follow up, “how much time do you spend on the class every week, including class sessions?”
“About 4 hours.”
“Alright, so let’s say we can pull your grade up to passing, how soon are you hoping to do that?”
A scoff left the man’s mouth, “yesterday, preferably.”
You clenched your jaw, wanting to make a snarky remark but remaining professional nonetheless, “Okay, as soon as possible,” you repeated.
Um, so,” you paused, pulling up your monthly schedule, “I am available from 11 until 1 every Wednesday for the rest of the fall semester. Because we’re looking to tackle 2 subjects and get those grades up to passing ASAP, I recommend we do an hour for each subject, so two hours total. Once we get the grades up, we can talk about reducing them to an hour session each week or keep the two hours every other week.”
You could tell he was annoyed by how much work he’d have to do, but it was nothing you hadn’t seen before.
He smiled slyly, “I think you just want to spend a lot of time with me.”
There was the flirty remark you’d been expecting since he walked in. You’d tutored enough boys who looked like him to expect it by now, despite holding out hope he’d be different.
Ignoring it, you spoke, “let’s set some expectations for each other. I have my general expectations that I hold for all students I tutor and the university has their own.” You began your short list that you had saved on your laptop, “Show up on time, I am a person and my time is valuable so don’t waste it. Be honest with me, if something happens and you forget an assignment, just tell me. If something isn’t helping you or you need something explained differently, let me know.” You sighed, reading off the policy written by the university. “The SFU tutoring network has a 3,5-warning system. If you show up late, cancel a meeting without 24 hours’ notice, make me feel uncomfortable, or anything the university deem warning-worthy, you’ll receive a warning. After 3 warnings you will be placed with another tutor and after 5 you will be unable to access tutoring resources until the next academic term.”
You looked up to read his face but Dream only looked bored. Fighting back a frown at his clear lack of interest, you asked, “do you have anything you expect of me, Clay?”
He thought for a moment, “you can call me Dream. It’s what I go by with most people.”
Your eyes widened, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Niki didn’t note you had a preferred name. That’s my bad for not asking.”
The man chuckled, “no worries. It’s not that kind of preferred name, more like a nickname.”
He couldn’t help but stare at the blush in your cheeks just a dash too long, the realization that you’d be his tutor settling in. You were attractive, no doubt, and the professional attitude you held made his rebellious streak shine. He wanted to know what you were really like underneath the hard, strict attitude you wore. “I think the only thing I have for you is that you at least pretend you want to be tutoring me,” he said coolly.
You perked an eyebrow, “What do you mean? I do want to tutor you. I actually enjoying tutoring.”
He chuckled, “could’ve fooled me.” There was something in his tone that was almost challenging you.
With a small eyeroll and slight smile, you spoke factually, “ok, look, you walked in here looking like you rolled out of bed and acting like you would rather be anywhere else. I’ve been a tutor for 3 semesters and I know that guys who make that sort of first impression usually end up not showing up or not paying attention to what I have to say. No one who is forced to come here by their coaches ever takes anything away from tutoring except a C and a hatred for their tutor.” You breathed out, “I don’t mean to prejudge you, but if you are that kind of person then I’m not looking forward to being the person you dread having to see every week.”
Dream tilted his head, absorbing what you said, “maybe it would help if you were friendly.”
With a competitive smile, you raised an eyebrow, “I am friendly!”
“No, you’re not. Maybe I’d want to come see you once a week if you made me look forward to seeing you. We could be friends!”
You chuckled, “I’ve learned most people don’t like being taught by their friends because it makes them feel inferior. I’ve literally been told that.”
He shrugged, “nothing ever makes me feel inferior, I think I can take it.”
Something about his cocky tone both annoyed the shit out of you and intrigued you more, “wow, okay. Then I’ll be more friendly towards you, but this superiority complex you have is gonna be a problem. We can’t have two arrogant assholes in this room,” you giggled out.
He gasped dramatically, “I’m your student, your customer! You can’t call me an arrogant asshole!”
“Oh no,” you said sarcastically, “guess you should find another tutor!”
He shook his head, laughing, “nope, you’re stuck with me.”
His laugh was contagious, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved that he could actually take a joke and uphold your banter. Maybe this wouldn’t turn out so bad after all.
Dream heard your laughter and his ears screamed at him to make you laugh more. The small smile on your face was doing all sorts of weird things to his chest. He couldn’t figure out what it was about you, but he was determined to prove you wrong. He wouldn’t be another one of those guys that you talked bad about.
3 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 574
3 Days
Wilbur was going home in a few days and that would conclude your month of faking a relationship. As the end quickly approached, you found yourself wondering what was going to happen once it’s all said and done. You were left alone with your thoughts, Wilbur went out to grab coffee and lunch and your roommate was gone to work.
The natural light streamed into your apartment through the large windows in the living room. The slight breeze carried the fresh air through the windows.
Over the past few days Wilbur had come out, you cleared up anything and everything from your friendship beforehand. Neither of you actually hated one another, you only thought he hated you because he introduced himself in character on the SMP, your first interaction wasn’t even with the real Wilbur, but it was your mistake for not giving him a second chance, and he was only giving you back the energy you gave him. Since sitting down and talking it out, nothing was acting for you anymore, it all came so easily, but maybe nothing was acting before, you just had convinced yourself it was.
Wilbur got back with the food and drinks, and the two of you sat on in the living room, watching whatever looked interesting on tv. Once done with the food, you looked over at him.
His hair fell to the side and rested out over his glasses frames, no matter what time or when you looked at him, he never looked bad.
“Wil?” You asked causing look at you, tilting his head in curiosity.
“Yes?” He smiled
You cleared your throat, “The months soon over, here in a few days,” You said, he nodded. “So, um,” You paused looking down at your hands where you were hopelessly trying to crack your knuckles, “What do we do when you go home?” You asked “Like do we forget this happened, which was the plan all along, or what?” You rambled
Wilbur shook his head, taking you hands in his, and tilting your chin up so you’d look at him.
“I’m not entirely sure what happens, Y/N,” He shook his head sincerely. “But I do know that this has been amazing and that I’m glad I got to know you better,” He smiled at you, bringing one hand up to hold your face, “You know what else I know?” He asked
“What?” You asked
“I know what I don’t want this to stop,” He said softly. “I don’t know about you but this has been the best month ever for me and I’d kick myself in the ass if I let us go back to being strangers.”
You smiled and nodded, “I like this, us.” You mumbled.
“Me too,” Wilbur nodded, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, leaning in to kiss you.
You leaned into his touch, melting into him, feeling all worries leave your body. You sighed after pulling away.
“So,” You started, feeling your cheeks growing red from the question you were about to ask. “We spent a month faking it, what do you think about giving real dating a try?”
Wilbur smiled, nodding, “I think, I’d love to, Y/N.”
You smiled, leaning back in to him, kissing him one more time. As you went to pull away you were pulled back in, Wilbur kissed you again and again until you were forced to break apart, needing to catch your breath.
6 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 3882
6 Days
You woke up before Wilbur.
The morning sun poured through your window, lighting him up in its golden glow. He looked pretty, you thought.
His soft brown, golden vibe was so off put by your neon, dark room he looked out of place.
Slowly he started to stur, slowly waking up.
“Morning,” You mumbled when he sat up, leaning his back on the wall behind him
“Morning,” He smiled, “Come here,” He held his arms out to you. You rolled off the side of your bed onto the mattress. He laid back down with you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck wrapping his arms around you, his messy brown hair tickled your nose.
It was quiet and soft with hints of coffee creamer in the sky as you took in the morning warmth.
You kissed his forehead.
Wilbur kissed your cheek.
You ran your fingers through his hair.
He cupped your cheek with his hand.
His eyes shimmered, so full of admiration and emotion, you had never seen it before. It was like you were really looking at him for the first time.
His lips tilted upward into a soft smile. His brown eyes that were normally dark, caught the sun in a way that made them look like pools of honey whiskey sitting on the window sill on a warm summer’s day.
“You’re so beautiful,” You whispered, Wilbur smiled and tried to hide his face in the pillow. “Don’t” You shook your head, smiling.
-
The day seemed to speed up, before you knew it, it was getting dark and it felt as though you had just woke up.
You were streaming with Wilbur sitting next to you with his arm thrown around your shoulders. Every pause in the game you got you looked over at Wilbur and smiled, leaning into him. One time he leaned over and kissed your cheek, making your chat explode. Everyone spamming to clip it. You were sitting in your house on the SMP, reading chat and donos for a second. Your text to speech came over saying sweet things about how happy they were to see you and Wilbur back together, the two of you smiled.
Wilbur tugged you closer, you looked up at him.
“What?” You mumbled, “Are you getting bored?” you asked quietly
“Tired,” He mumbled, resting his head on yours.
“I can end soon if you’d like,” You offered
Wilbur shook his head, “It’s up to you.”
“I’ll end soon, okay?” You said, kissing his cheek.
He smiled and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You looked back to your chat, they went back to freaking out, and going crazy. You coughed and switched back to full screen face cam.
“Alright Chat,” You cleared your throat. “Thank you all for coming out tonight, there might be a stream before Friday, I’m not sure yet, but Friday’s stream is as always. So thank you all for coming out and I will see you all next time. Bye!” You smiled as you ended the stream.
Looking over at Wilbur you smiled, leaning over on him.
“That’s gonna be clipped everywhere,” You laughed
“I know.” He said, smirk very apparent in his voice. “That was kinda the point.”
It was already late when you started streaming, but by the time you ended, it was almost two in the morning. Quickly you get ready for bed, winding down from the stream by taking your makeup and washing your face with hot water.
You walked back into your room, seeing Wilbur had made a little nest, almost, on the mattress.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asked
You nodded, jumping on the bed and settling in beside him. He rested his chin on the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you. You had only done this one before with him when you were at his place, laying on his couch, late nights when you first got there.
It wasn’t even five minutes into the movie and you felt it getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open. You were fighting off sleep to the best of your abilities on stream but as soon as you let your head fall to the pillow it was game over.
Wilbur noticed, looking down at you sleeping already. “Goodnight,” He whispered before shutting his laptop.
7 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 1109
7 Days
It was awkward to say the least. Having only limited communication with him since you came home, you put a wall up between the two of you. The silence was no longer comfortable, but screamed to be filled by something.
You kept your spotify open, quietly playing your chill mixes 24/7, not being able to handle it.
You had the spare mattress laying by the window where Wilbur was staying in your room, the two of you being cooped up in the, now small, room together for the majority of the day.
Every time you looked over at him, you thought back to that night at his place and your mind raced at hyper-speed, you were at a loss for what to do.
You’d pay anything to just rewind and do things differently, but things in your head were so messy.
You sat on your bed editing your next video, when Wilbur sat at the opposite side, looking at you.
“Y/N?” He asked, making you look up from your computer.
“Yeah?” You asked
“What’s going on? Why have you been so distant?”
You should have known this conversation was going to come at some point. Closing your laptop and setting on your pillow you sat up straighter and looked at him.
“I don’t know, Wilbur.” You shook your head, looking down. You were still unable to hold his gaze for longer than a quick second.
This only started as something that you saw necessary to do because you didn’t want your personal information getting out there, but you feared it had turned into something more than that you originally planned. Over the days the ‘acting’ came easier and easier, until you eventually forget it was just that, acting.
“Did I do something?” Wilbur asked, breaking the silence in the room that had settled upon the two of you once again.
“No,” You shook your head. “Well, not exactly.” You doubled back, “I don’t know.” you sighed, shaking your head.
“Did I do something that made you uncomfortable?” He asked, “Because I really didn’t mean to, and if you just talk to me about it I can try to fix it,” By the way he talked you could tell his mind had been running at hyper-speed the same as yours has been.
Looking at him for the first time in days, you shook your head. “It’s not that simple Will,” You started, “I don’t know how to put it in a way that wont make me sound insane.” You were frustrated that you couldn’t figure out your thoughts.
“You don’t have to put it in a way that’s properly articulated,” Wilbur said, “If it’s harsh or messy that’s fine.”
An uncomfortable silence settled upon the two of you as you thought things out before saying anything. Choosing your words carefully, you began.
“You know that night, we were laying on your bed at your place, laughing and you-” You cut yourself off looking at him to make sure he understood where you were going, Wilbur was slowly nodding at you. “Okay,” You continued. “I don’t know, I thought you were going to kiss me and I panicked,” You said
“And I don’t know what to do with that, because this was supposed to be fake, something that just protected our privacy and personal lives, but I don’t know,” You began to falter, feeling too exposed, “It began to blur together, or something.” You looked up at Wilbur, waiting for his response, unsure of if you had just astronomically fucked up or not.
“I was never acting,” Wilbur finally spoke. “Y/N, for me it wasn’t something I had to force. It just came naturally after you started reciprocating it.” He said. You started to feel bad, for you it was always acting, or that’s what you told yourself. “Maybe something got lost in communication along the way.”
You picked at the skin around your fingernails, “It was only supposed to be acting for me, Wilbur, but I don’t know.” You shook your head. “I thought you hated me from the moment we met, so I hated you back, it just never seemed like we saw eye to eye on anything but then this happened and now I’m just so confused and I don’t know what to believe.” you sighed, putting your head in your hands.
“What don’t you know what to believe?” He questioned.
“One part of myself is saying this was just acting and that’s it but then another side of me is saying that this turned to something different at some point and I just don’t know what to listen to.” You could feel Wilburs gaze burning holed into your skin.
“I was never acting, Y/N,” He spoke softly, “I know you were but it was never that for me. And I never hated you, at all. Anything that was misunderstood was just stuff I thought would be funny to mess around with on stream. I’m sorry it came across as that,” His tone sounded like your thoughts, run down and on the verge of breaking.
Silence engulfed the two of you once again but only this time you didn’t find yourself going over everything a mile a minute in your head. You looked up at Wilbur, his head was down, looking at his hands. Slowly you moved closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder, but to get him to look you in the eyes it took you placing your hand on his cheek. He looked confused. Everything still seemed so lost in translation between you, and like some things were going unaddressed, but that was something you could talk about later.
You ran your thumb over his cheekbone lightly, making him smile and lean into your touch.
Following his actions from days before, you leaned in, connecting your lips in an unsure and small kiss.
It took him a second to register what was happening, but by the time he reciprocated you were pulling away.
Wilbur looked at you, dazed and eyes full of all the emotion. He pulled you back in and kissed you again.
You felt your stomach explode with butterflies and everything you’ve been denying since the start blossomed in your chest. Pulling away, you hid your face in his neck in an attempt to hide your burning cheeks.
“Don’t hide,” He giggled
“Wilbur,” You said, holding his face in your hand.
“Yeah?” He mumbled leaning into your palm.
“I’m not acting anymore.”
He smiled, holding onto your wrist to keep you from pulling your hand away as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm. “I’m glad.”
8 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 275
8 Days
It was the late afternoon when Wilbur knocked on your door. You smiled as you let him in, pulling him into a short, awkward hug.
“So I don’t have a place for you to stay on your own, but I did find an extra mattress and you can just stay in my room if you want, or I can stay with Cece, in her room, that bits up to you.” You said looking up at Wilbur.
“Well I don’t want to kick you out of your room,” He said, “I’ll sleep on the floor mattress,”
You nodded, motioning for him to follow you into your room.
Your room was a big change from his, you lived under LED light strips and christmas lights while his room was bright and lived off of natural light that made it look like golden hour 24/7.
When he walked in, Wilbur looked around at all the things you had hung up on your walls, most of the things being photos and polaroids you’ve taken with friends and of people who had visited your apartment.
He smiled, “Can I be added to the photo wall?”
You nodded, stifling a laugh, “Before you leave.”
“That’s the bed I have set up, if you get cold I have so many more blankets in the bottom of my closet, and there should be some extra pillows up top, but I can’t see, if they’re not there and you want another one or something just grab it off my bed.” You told Wilbur as you helped him move his bags out of the way.
This was going to be a long week.
12 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 165
12 Days
You hadn’t been speaking to Wilbur as much as you did before. A part of you missed it, but another part of you couldn’t stop thinking about if he was actually going to try to kiss you that night at his place. Instead of asking him and risking embarrassing yourself in front of him if there was a miscommunication, you opted to go on distancing yourself and wondering about what might have happened.
You did talk about Wilbur coming down to visit you before the month was over, as much as you wished you could just forget about it, and continuing distancing yourself and hopefully just drift apart, you agreed to let him come visit. After everything had been said and done you kicked yourself for your inability to say no to him.
You almost forgot you started doing this because of some crazy blackmailer, it had come to be more complicated than just acting at this point. But that’s all it was.
14 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 294
14 Days
You were getting your things ready to go home. You haven’t properly spoken to Wilbur since the other night, everything else is just passing questions or small conversations about tv or something. You were spending a lot more time in your room, alone.
Some part of you was happy you were going home a day early but another bit of yourself wanted to stay with Wilbur and figure out what was really going on. Maybe you just needed some time to figure it out.
You loaded your car up in one trip with Wilburs help.
“Call me when you get home okay?” Wilbur asked
You nodded, “Of course.”
“Sorry to cut it short, but I just-” You cut yourself off, waving your hands in the air trying to get what you wanted to say out.
Wilbur nodded, “No, I get it. It’s okay.” He assured you.
“We’ll have to do this again before the month’s over,” You said, immediately regretting it when he agreed.
Wilbur pulled you into a hug before you got in your car.
-
You got home later than you expected, this time you took your time on the drive. Letting your mind wander as you were driving down the highway.
“Hi Wil,” You sighed into the phone. You called him as soon as you were in the door, to get it over with.
“You made it okay?” He asked
You nodded, “Yeah. It took longer on the way back,” You said sitting your bags down in your room.
“Normally does,” He chuckled.
“Hey, I think I’m gonna grab something to eat and crash for the night, we’ll talk tomorrow?” You yawned
“Okay, I’ll message you tomorrow, sleep well.” Wilbur said sweetly.
“You too,” You quickly replied before hanging up.
18 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 686
18 Days
Today was the day you were going to announce to the internet you met up with Wilbur and were staying with him. Yesterday was a slow day, the two of you not waking up until the mid afternoon, from staying up so late the night before. Neither of you were up to posting or streaming. It was a nice day to just settle into the new environment and relax.
When you turned your phone back on from it being dead it blew up with messages from your roommate asking if you were okay and if you made the journey safely. Replying to her you apologized, telling her what happened and that you were safe. You even snapped a lazy photo of you and Wilbur on the couch to send to her to prove you were okay. In the picture Wilbur laid with his head on your stomach as the two of you stretched out over the couch. You attached a little message with the photo, ‘I don’t know how he’s comfortable like this, he’s so much taller in person.’
“Wilbur!” You yelled from behind him. He jumped back, turning around quickly holding his heart.
“I’m gonna get you a bell,” He took a breath
It was so easy to jump scare him, you found great enjoyment in it the past two days.
“So are we going to stream later?” You asked rocking back and forth on your feet
“Maybe tomorrow?” He asked, “We can post a photo together on twitter tonight.” He said
You looked at the time, It was only 2:00PM. “Okay, I’m gonna go shower so I can get ready.” You said grabbing the towel from your room.
It took you longer to get ready for than you thought. Normally you didn’t go all out but where you were streaming with Wilbur you had to combat his beauty somehow. You made sure your makeup was on point and there were no imperfections to be found anywhere, even though Wilbur said many times you already looked great. You were really nervous.
Wilbur and you had a full photo shoot in the bathroom because the lighting complimented the both of you wonderfully. You took a lot of photos but ended up settling on a photo where you sat on the counter behind him and he stood between your legs with his back to you. You caught the aftermath of that photo that ended up in a piggy back to his room, he threw you down onto his bed laughing with you. The amount of photos and laughs that happened after taking photos was almost enough to get a noise complaint.
You and Wilbur were clutching your stomachs trying to catch your breath.
“These are pure gold,” You laughed with Wilbur beside you, feeling like you were floating on cloud nine with serotonin.
You rolled onto your side, facing him, your laughter began to die down and subside into silence, with the faint sounds of your breathing. You looked at him but he was already looking at you.
“WIlbur,” You whispered, noticing how his eyes shifted from your gaze then back up.
He hummed in response, slowly leaning closer to you. You realized what was happening and shot up, sitting up.
“Okay,” You coughed, “So, yeah I think we can post these photos,” You nodded, looking at your phone, avoiding his eyes as he sat up beside you.
Wilbur coughed, “Yeah, We’ve got some good ones.” You nodded and ran off to the guest room.
Oh god, you thought. You mind going at a mile a minute. You can’t believe he just tried to do that. This was only supposed to be an act. You wanted to talk out loud to yourself to reason things out but didn’t dare test how thin the walls were.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to try to kiss me. That wasn’t in the agreement.
You ran through every possible thing, maybe you were just overthinking his actions, or you misunderstood. Whatever it was, it had to be something, anything, other than Wilbur trying to kiss you.
20 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 983
20 Days
Today was the day.
You were going to set out on the long drive to see Wilbur, he sent you his address when you were first talking about meeting up, and you had saved it in your phone so you wouldn’t forget.
You finished packing everything you would need for the week last night. Although you weren’t leaving really early in the morning, it was still going to be a tiring journey. In all honesty, you were mostly looking forward to getting there so you could go straight to bed.
You called Wilbur when you were getting close to his place, so you could be sure where you were going and to let him know you were almost there. He greeted you outside.
“Hey!” He smiled as you stepped out of your car. His brown hair fell over his forehead.
“Hey,” You said, Wilbur waited for you to stretch before pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on your head.
“You’re a lot taller than I would have thought,” You chuckled as you pulled away.
“You’re just short,” He joked, helping you with your bags.
Maybe it was just the exhaustion, but in person, He was prettier than you anticipated. Had you not already had an existing connection with him, you would have froze up and turned into a babbling mess.
“So,” Wilbur said as you followed him into the guest room he’d set up just for you. “This is where you’re staying, I hope it isn’t too bad, I had a week to pull it together,” He chuckled, setting your suitcases down
You looked around at the coffee colours bedspread and fluffy throw pillows, and looked back at him.
“It’s great, Wil.” You smiled
“Do you want me to help you settle in, or do you just want to be left alone?” He asked, sounding extremely nervous.
You thought for a moment, as much as you just wanted to flow into the bed and fall asleep, you didn’t want to make him think you were going to go completely cold now that you were here.
“You can stay,” You said. “Do you mind if I hang my clothes up?”
He shook his head, “Go for it. There should be hangers in the closet, if not I’ve got some extra in mine I can go grab.”
You nodded, but instead of grabbing your bag and going straight to unpacking you sat beside him on the bed.
Wilbur looked at you, confusion lacing his features.
“I’m gonna take a minute,” You mumbled, “It was a long drive.” He nodded and sat with you in comfortable silence. After what felt like a few minutes you leaned onto his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Wilbur smiled, pulling you into him by throwing his arm around you.
“You can go to sleep if you want, I won’t be offended.” He smirked
“I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be here by shutting myself away as soon as I get here,” You mumbled, closing your eyes
“I wouldn’t think that. You need your rest.” Wilbur started to pull back the duvet for you.
“You wouldn’t be mad?” You asked quietly
“Of course not,” Wilbur shook his head, “You get some rest and I’ll be in the living room when you wake up,”
You nodded and laid down with the fluffy duvet, “Thanks Wilbur,” You mumbled, already feeling yourself drifting away
“Goodnight, love.”
-
You woke up, disoriented, unsure of where you were exactly until you came around and remembered you were at Wilburs. It was dark and outside but the white walls brightened up the room. You searched around for your phone, not wanting to get up yet but finding it dead on the table beside you forced you to get up.
Timidly you walked out of the room, looking around. Wilbur was sitting on the couch watching something on t.v.
“Hey,” You said quietly
Wilbur turned around, looking at you, “Did you sleep well?” He asked nodding his head for you to come over
“Amazingly,” You smiled, sitting next to him. “Have you told the internet that we’ve met up yet?” You asked
He shook his head, “Not yet, thought I’d wait until you woke up.” He smiled, “Wanna get a photo together and post it?” He asked
“Can we tomorrow?” You asked, “I feel like I look terrible right now.
“You look great,” Will shook his head, “But yeah we can do that tomorrow,”
You smiled. Moving closer to him, you curled into his side. “What are you watching?” You asked
“You know, I’m not really sure, I lost the remote a few days ago and it has been stuck on this station.” Wilbur laughed.
You sat watching whatever movie or documentary was on about world war 2. Although it was late you weren’t tired, probably because of the six hour nap you took when you got there.
You knew you should probably unpack your things but sitting on the couch with Wilbur was much more exciting, although you were sitting in mostly silence, it was nice.
You and Wilbur spent the majority of the night watching whatever came on the tv the things he found on the internet from his phone.
Eventually Wilbur willed you into putting your things away, saying he’d help but all he really did was sit on the bed and keep you company as you put your clothes away in the closet and things in the bathroom.
“Okay,” You yawned, “It’s time for bed.” You stopped in front of him.
Wilbur sighed, reaching out for you to come closer, you gave him a hug that lasted far longer than it should have. The two of you stood there for a while before letting go.
“Goodnight Wilbur.” You said to him just before he exited the room.
“Good night Y/N.” He smiled
24 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 1685
24 Days
It was Friday, you were in the middle of doing your two-hour-long stream that you did every Friday. Since you took weekends off from your own streams you did a long one every week. It worked out, you seemed to get a lot more views on Friday anyways.
All the donos seemed to ask about you and Wilbur, you forced a smile to tell everyone you guys were well and that you’re very happy together. The viewers seemed to be happy with your responses and didn’t catch you falter.
You were on the DreamSMP cleaning up things and repairing things from any creeper explosions, as having holes in the walkways annoyed you to no end because it didn’t look pleasing to the eye. Many ties you were passed by Fundy, Tubbo, and even Tommy.
The in-game chat stated to be spammed by Tommy, VC 2 VC 2 VC 2 over and over again.
“Well chat, let’s see what Tommy wants,” You giggled and switched to discord.
“Hello Tommy,” You smiled, wondering what type of shenanigans he was up to today, you noticed he was also streaming so you knew it was something that was going to be very entertaining to the stream.
“Y/N!” He yelled
“Tommy!” You yelled back, matching his energy.
“How do you do?” His sudden calm tone almost made you burst into a fit of laughter.
“I do well, Thomas. What are you up to tonight?” You asked, smiling to yourself when using his full name.
“Well, you see, Y/N. See here’s the thing. I am out of supplies, I don’t even have iron to my name Y/N-”
“Do you want me to help you get some?” You offered, cutting him off
“Well, actually I was hoping you could just give me some.”
“Tommy,” You laughed, “That’s- unfortunately, that not how it works my friend.” You paused, taking a sip of your water, “I am more than willing to help you go mining, I know a pretty good spot actually, but I’m not going to just give you stuff for nothing.”
“C’mon Y/N you could write it off your taxes as a charity donation,”
You had to give it to him, although Tommy could be annoying at times he was so effortlessly funny, you were almost certain that he didn’t even have to try.
“Ah yes, hang on let me see what I have to give to Tommy’s charity fund,” You laughed, looking through your inventory, pondering for a few moments, making it look like you were going to give him half your stack of iron only our stream before clicking to the three seeds you’d picked up some time ago and throwing them at his feet. His character’s head went from looking at you to the seeds, then back to you and back to the seeds again, you pulled up his stream on your other monitor so you could see his face, trying so hard to not burst out into laughter when you saw his unamused look.
Feeling bad you pulled up a donation, giving Tommy Five bucks so the text-to-speech would work, “Tommy Charity Fund.” You sent and waited for it to go through.
He paused, hearing the dono tts voice, before looking back up at you in the game.
“Fuck you,” He said running away. You couldn’t suppress your laughter any longer and it all fell out at once, chat exploded into laughter and emotes, everyone found it hilarious.
A few seconds after you were still in the voice chat with Tommy, he had ventured off to go mining, I guess stealing from people wasn’t going well. Since the last war, nobody has really been gathering supplies, taking a break from the lore to just get things done around the server. Tommy still bringing up the ‘charity fund’ you found it hilarious.
“You’re a bitch you know that,” He mumbled, you knew he was only joking, with Tommy you never took anything to heart, if he had a true problem with you, you know he would message you privately.
“Tommy,” Wilbur’s voice came over discord, making you jump slightly.
“Hi Wilbur,” He said, sounding like a little kid when their mom gets them in trouble.
“Apologize to Y/N.“ Wilbur’s voice was playful, yet stern, sounding exactly like the older brother who was put in charge of his younger siblings.
After a second, you could see Tommy bow his head on his stream that was still pulled up on your other monitor.
“Sorry, Y/N. You’re not a bitch.” He said
“It’s okay Tommy,” You chuckled
“Thank you.” Spoke Wilbur before leaving the voice chat.
You and Tommy stayed on call until his stream ended. You were left alone, talking to your chat. Without anyone else there to keep a consistent conversation you started to daze off, forgetting you were on stream, yawning and leaning forward onto your desk. Your back hurt from how long you’d been sat in front of the monitor.
Your discord made a noise again, but this time you didn’t bother tabbing out to see who had joined.
“Hey, Y/N,” Wilburs soft voice came across your headphones
“Will,” You smiled, sitting up
“You look tired, how long have you been up?” He asked
You looked at the clock, it was only 11 PM but you could have sworn it was later.
“Since one,”
“AM or PM?” Will asked
You looked down, “AM,” You mumbled.
“You should go to bed,” He said
You sighed, knowing he could break you eventually, as your eyelids were drooping shut and your eyes were burning. “Its not even that long, Wil, I’m fine.” You argued
“How long have you been streaming?” Wilbur asked
“I’m almost at my five hour mark, I’m like forty-five minutes away,”
“End your stream early and get ready for bed than we can chat,” His voice was soft and warm speaking over your stream, your chat exploded, loving Wilbur and you together.
“But I’m so close, just a few more minutes,” You sighed, tabbing out of your game and switching the stream to a full face cam.
“I’m sure they wont mind if you end a little early, you’ve been streaming for a while, love.” He continued, slowly wearing you down. “I can even entertain your chat for a bit while you go get ready for bed, or even make yourself a cup of tea, then when you come back, it will be close enough that you can end the stream, how does that sound?”
You sighed, knowing he had won. You looked at chat and back to the timer of how long you’ve been on stream, “Okay.” You nodded.
“Alright Chat, I’m sorry for ending early but you heard the man. Next week will be extra long to make up for this, I promise.” You said, looking at the chat, everyone was spamming ‘goodnight’ and ‘goodbye’
“It was nice spending this fine evening with you all, but I must go now, I will see everyone Monday. Bye!” You ended stream
“Hi, Wilbur,” You smiled to yourself after ending stream
“I’m going to call your number now, and you can go get ready for bed, okay?” He said
“Alright, Wil,” you nodded, closing all the windows you had open on your pc.
After shutting everything off you grabbed what you needed and went to the bathroom. Wilbur called you halfway through taking your makeup off, you had eyeliner smudged all around your eyes when you answered his facetime.
When his face popped up on your screen, he was wearing his glasses and a big smile, his hair was a mess and he was already in bed.
“Getting ready for bed?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know.
“Of course,” You shook your head, leaning closer to the mirror making sure you had all the bits of makeup taken off before washing your face with warm water
Picking up your phone you held up a peace sign, making Wil laugh and attempt to take a sneaky screenshot.
“Hey, no, delete that, I look terrible.” You quickly argued after hearing the noise.
“You do not.” He was fast to respond. “You look refreshed, you’re glowing.” you shook your head at him as you walked back to your room through the dark house.
Your roommate had already gone to bed, close to an hour ago. You were always the last person up, being an internet person with many American friends who are in a different time zone and a night owl at heart.
You flopped down into your soft pillows, pulling your duvet over yourself and propping your phone up on your laptop so you could still see Wilbur and he could see you. You pulled the corner of the blanket up to hide your face.
“Don’t do that, I want to see your face,” Wilbur frowned.
“No you don’t,” You shook your head
“Yes,” He spoke, “I do.” You moved the blanket so it wasn’t all the way covering your face but it was still pulled up enough that your shoulders were covered.
“You realize next week you’ll be here for your stream?” Wilbur said.
“I do now,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think of that,”
“Its okay, you can stream from my computer,” He smiled. “It will surprise chat,”
“Oh my god, can you imagine, they’re going to go crazy,” You chuckled
“They will,”
Wilbur continued to tell you about how he was truly getting excited to have you meet him in person, but his soft voice had been lulling you to sleep, your eyelids struggling to stay open and your warm bed weighing you down. Eventually you were out. Wilbur didn’t notice until he asked you a question and did not respond. Your laptop screen was still shining light on you, and he saw you were asleep against the black screen, smiling at you. He snuck another screenshot, making sure the sound was off this time.
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said sweetly before getting comfortable in bed himself and slowly drifting off.
26 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count: 2264
26 Days
God, you hated him so much!
You wanted to scream it from the top of a building how much you truly hated Wilbur. But you couldn’t
Lately, no matter what you did or said on stream, he always had a problem with it. You had been streaming Minecraft together, on the SMP. You were just messing around, no lore this time. You suggested you made a house together in L’manburg, no matter what you did, the two of you couldn’t agree on a material, you wanted to build it out of birch wood and cobblestone but he insisted on dark oak logs and spruce planks would look better together. You gave up and let him have what he wanted because he was so persistent and you knew had it gone on you would have blown up on him in front of all your viewers, and that’s the last thing you needed right now.
You were up late, last night, planning out when you were going to meet up, and just a few hours ago the two of you got along perfectly. Laughing over the phone as you were laying in bed, chatting mindlessly. You wondered what happened between then and now.
You and Will planned to meet up in the middle of next week, you were going to drive down to see him and stay at his place. Although you brought up getting a hotel room, Wilbur insisted you stay with him, too tired to resist you agreed, but now you’re starting to think maybe getting a hotel room might be for the best.
You and Wilbur ended your streams at the same time, and you sighed as soon as you were sure it was off.
“What?” Wil asked, still in the voice chat.
“What was that back there? Why the hell are you so disagreeable?” You let out.
Will scoffed, “Me? You’re the one who kept on insisting birch and cobble when that wouldn’t even fit in L’manburg!”
“Jesus Christ,” You sighed, leaning back in your chair and running your hands down your face. “How in the hell are we going to get through this month?”
“Maybe you should stop being so uptight and argumentative.” Wil shot
“Fuck you,” You mumbled before clicking out of the chat and leaving your PC.
You needed to get out of the house and away from any form of contact you had with Wilbur and social media. You had been cooped up inside your apartment for close to a week at this point, maybe some fresh air would do you good.
You grabbed a jacket and keys before leaving the apartment, leaving your phone charging on your desk. You didn’t want to bring it with you because you didn’t even want to think about getting a text or any kind of notification from Wilbur right now, you knew you would have blown up at him completely.
The weather was just beginning to turn nice, the air was warm but the wind still had a slight winter chill to it, although all the snow was long gone Jack Frost still made his lurking presence known.
Buildings lined the walls of a small square common area where teens mostly hung out after school and on weekends. The square had a fountain in the middle of it, the water had been shut off for the winter but with the warm temperatures from the last month, it had recently been turned back on.
You sat on the ledge of the brick wall around the bottom pool for the fountain, looking at everyone passing through on this nice Wednesday evening. Older couples out for an evening walk, middle-aged business people speed walking their way home from the office, teens scattering the open area, sitting on blankets and laughing in their small groups of friends. You found watching people be interesting, it made you think.
We are all living our own lives at the same time and most of us on this small planet don’t even know of one another, or if you know of them you don’t know them, you only know their name. It’s weird how that works.
It’s astounding to think about though, what are the chances of meeting exactly who you did, at the time you did, and what a gamble it is for them to stick around.
You had been sitting on the fountain for close to five minutes and when the wind had just started to pick up, sending a slight shiver down your spine.
Your mind was clearer now and you were no longer angry with Wilbur, it was stupid what you fought about and as much as it pained you to admit, he was right.
You were being stubborn and didn’t take into account the surrounding aesthetic of the area. It was your fault that the disagreement broke out in the first place.
You got home and saw your phone had been basically blown up by notifications from Wilbur, asking if you were really mad at him or if it was for a bit that you took too far, but when you didn’t answer he slightly snapped you, asking if you were okay and where you were.
You answered immediately, scared he might have been worrying.
Hey!You typed, Sorry I went for a walk after stream, needed to get out.
There you are! He responded within seconds, I got worried.
I’m okay, I left my phone home, needed a break from the internet and things. You know?
You mean you needed a break from me?
You could have sworn, had you been on a video chat with him you would have seen him frowning. You weren’t sure what about that message got you, but you found yourself almost with tears in your eyes, you didn’t mean to hurt him and you hoped you didn’t -what were you talking about. Wilbur didn’t mean anything to you, he was just someone you kept in contact with because you were in the same friend group.
No, you typed, not the whole thing at least. I just needed to clear my head, and i’m sorry for being such a dick on stream, I didn’t mean to cause that, and you were right about the blocks.
You sighed when hitting the send button, never in a million years did you think you would be telling Wilbur, The Wilbur Soot, that he was right about something. I’m sorry.
Christ Y/N it’s alright, really. Just don’t scare me like that again, I was starting to think something bad happened to you.
I didn’t mean to scare you, Wil.
You found yourself feeling bad about leaving him in the dark while you were out, you didn’t mean to worry him, you just didn’t want to hurt him by blowing up at him.
Still call tonight, yeah? He messaged
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. Yeah, I’d like that very much. I’ll call you before I go to sleep.
In the time that you had been a fake couple, you and Will had started calling while you were getting ready to fall asleep in bed, you usually ended up falling asleep before he did, the sound of his raspy sleepy voice lulled you to sleep like there was no tomorrow. You’d wake up in the morning to find that Wil left the call going, you thought it was cute. Sure it might have been some highschool relationship stuff but it was cute nonetheless.
-
“Hello, Y/N” Will said through the phone, his voice sounding tired and soft
“Hi Wil,” You smiled, giggling slightly. Although you had just been on a voice chat with him earlier you loved hearing his voice when he was tired, it sounded like stirring honey into your morning cup of tea, or reading an old book, but specifically an old book that smells of must and age of being stored at the back of your grandparents bookshelf that hadn’t been touched in years.
“You sound tired,” you mumbled, laying down with the phone resting on your stomach as you looked up at the ceiling.
“I am,” He hummed, “You don’t sound very tired though, did you drink a lot of coffee today?” He asked
“A little more than usual, but I’ll be fine.” You sighed, your voice almost coming out in a whisper. There was something about talking to Wilbur before going to sleep that made you feel soft and loved, but you couldn’t put your finger on exactly what it was. Maybe it was the thought of having someone there, or maybe it was just as simple as it was Wilbur and it was you.
“Are you excited for next week?” He asked
“Right now it feels too far away to be real,”
“Who’s talking here, is it you you or is it us you?” He asked, unsure if your thoughts were good or bad
“Its both,” You said. “It feels so far away to me right now, but so close at the same time and a side of me cant wait for it to get here, so we can finally meet in person. But another side of me feels like it’s good that it feels so far away because maybe something will come up and I wont be able to make it and i don’t want to think that or even say it because thats a terrible thing to say but you know how it is.” You rambled, trying your best to explain it to him in a way that he would fully understand the crossroads your mind is at, and not sound like a dick while doing it.
Although you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was nodding along. “How about we make a deal, alright?” He started, “In these night chats, we don’t have to put on the face of the characters we play on stream and through out the day, Alright?”
You rolled over to your side, putting an arm under your head and setting your phone on the mattress by your head. “I like that. Deal.”
“Okay now tell me how you really feel about all of this”
All the thoughts ran though your head a mile a minute, you didn’t know where to start honestly, you had a lot of thoughts but if you really looked at it and narrowed it down most of them talked circles around the same thing just using different words.
“You promise what ever I say wont hurt you or make you flip out?” You asked
“Swear on Tommy’s life.” You could sense the smirk that tugged at the side of his mouth when he said that.
“Okay,” You started with a sigh. “So I din’t really know where I stand on it anymore, at the beginning I thought this was going to be insufferable, but now that we’ve gotten into it for a few days, you’re really not that bad, but I’m still on the fence.”
“I hope come meeting, your opinion has changed a little bit more. But I do understand where you’re coming from. Its weird being able to talk off stream and such with you and not be fighting twenty-four-seven. It’s nice, I feel like I’m getting to know you better.”
He was right, you had told Wilbur more in the last five days than you had ever in your years of knowing him. You were surprised to find out that he’s actually not as bad as you thought, but you would never tell him that bit.
“Do you have to put on a character when we do those streams and such, Wilbur?” You asked,
“I don’t think I do, and if I do it I don’t know what I’m doing it. It’s just something thats easy to do, I’m not sure how to explain it.” He replied
“Do you have to when we’re talking like this?”
“No. Not at all, this is 100% me.”
You’re not sure what part hit you the most, when he said he didn’t have to put on a full character mask when showing your ‘relationship’ to the public, or if this Wilbur, the tired one was the real Wilbur who you’ve been falling asleep with for the past three nights. You weren’t sure what you though you wanted to hear when asking him that but it definitely wasn’t what you go, but maybe it was what you needed.
The line went dead for a couple of minutes, you had the radio playing softly in the background to help you sleep better, and Wilbur seemed to be enjoying listening to you breathe through the phone.
“Hey Wil,” You yawned
“HM?” He hummed, you could tell he had his eyes closed with the phone by his face, like he did on one of your face time calls the other day.
“I’m soon gonna pass-out,” You whispered
“Thats alright, go to sleep. Get your rest, I’ll be here when you wake up, love.” He was so sweet it almost made your heart hurt.
“Okay” You nodded, but don’t hang up, okay? I like it when you’re here with me when I fall asleep.”
You struggled to keep your eyelids open, feeling heavy and light all at the same time. You felt so light it was as if you could float away but you were too heavy and weighed down to get up and move, even if you absolutely had to move for whatever reason you don’t think you could have.
“Goodnight Wilbur, love you.” You mumbled into your pillow
“Sweet dreams.”
29 Days | Wilbur Soot
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count:1424
29 Days
You woke up to find your phone blowing up with notifications from your friends and fans. You opened the discord app, seeing everyone freaking out about you and Wilbur. Neither of you had answered yet, and that just lead them to spam their questions even more.
When did this happen?
Were you hiding it from us too?
What?
Y/N and Wilbur??
I thought Y/N hated him!
Y/N???
WILBUR???
They were getting more and more impatient. You sighed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before you began typing to them, although you hated the app format of Discord, it was easier than getting up and booting up your PC.
Wilbur and I are dating, yeah. You started. No, we weren’t hiding it from you guys, we just wanted to make sure it was something that was going to last before we told anyone.
You thought you would have had at least a few hours before you had to put on the act that you were trapped in for a month.
Exiting discord you went to text Wilbur.
Good morning, Darling. Hope you wake up ready to put on a great performance later on.
You smirked to yourself as you sent the message, knowing you were truly outdoing yourself from yesterday.
Sitting in the kitchen you threw your long hair up in a messy bun to keep it out of your face as you scrolled through Twitter while sipping on your morning coffee.
“Good morning Y/N.” Cece yawned, as she walked out of her room.
“Morning, Cece,” You smiled
She looked at you from the opposite side of the island, “So what exactly is going on between you and Wilbur?” She asked.
You shook your head, looking down into your coffee mug, “It’s nothing really, we’re just friends.”
“Really?” She raised her eyebrow at you, “Cause we’re just friends and I haven’t seen you featuring me on your twitch channel and announcing that we’re dating.” She gave you a sly smirk.
You cracked a smile, “Yeah, we might be dating.”
“I thought you hated him!” She exclaimed
“I did! I did!” You fought back, “But, I don’t know, I had a change of heart.”
Just then your phone dinged from your hand, a notification displayed a message from Wilbur.
Good morning beautiful, I believe we are going to have to call everyone later and inform them of our new relationship.
You smiled and rolled your eyes before typing back, Cece might also want to sit in on this one, she saw our stream.
-
The sun had begun to set outside your window as you sat down at your PC, getting ready to call your friends with Wilbur and explain everything about your relationship as you could without letting too much get out. You met with Wil a few minutes beforehand to get your stories straight so neither of you would mess anything up.
Tommy sounded the most surprised to find out you and Wilbur were together, but once the shock wore off, he wouldn’t stop asking how to get a girlfriend, as per normal Tommy fashion. By the end of the call, everyone was very supportive and happy for you.
“So do you guys have plans to meet up?” Dream asked
You stared wide-eyed at Wilbur’s chat icon in discord, you never even thought about that, of course, you were going to have to meet up at some point to make it believable.
“We actually talked about it before but haven’t been able to figure out a good time yet, and where we hadn’t gone public we didn’t want to raise any suspicion with the fans if we had to stream.” Wilbur took the lead, “However we have been talking about it a lot in the last day and it seems like something that’s going to happen now,” Wil said.
You were so thankful your camera wasn’t on and you were just one voice chat because you would have sworn your eyes got as big as hockey pucks, you could handle talking to him like you were together over text and through a screen, but in person was something you never thought you’d have to deal with even though in the fine print of the rules the two of you compiled it was very finely implied that you would have to meet in person.
“Yeah,” You coughed, “We were hoping we could meet up sometime this month, your schedules don’t seem too busy, so it might just work.”
You went around for a few minutes before everyone called it. Though they said they understood what you guys had going on they still seemed confused about how you and Wilbur acted like you hated each other one day then the next turned around to say you were dating, but if they weren’t willing to ask any more questions you weren’t going to try and pester them out.
“Hey, Y/N, Love, don’t leave, I wanna talk for a bit,” Wilbur said just before everyone left the VC.
You waited for everyone to be out of the chat before speaking, “Hey, Wil,” The adoring tone in your voice made you want to throw up.
“So when are we meeting up?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.
“I don’t know, Wil.” You sighed, “I didn’t think we were going to go that far.”
“Y/N, of course, we were going to have to meet up at some point. C’mon, why don’t we talk about setting a date now?”
“Sure Wil,” Your head fell into your hands. “Firstly, whos going to who?” You asked
Wilbur took a moment, thinking, “You’ve got a roommate right?” He finally asked
“Yeah, we have a small place.” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “If it would work, it would probably be best for me to come to you if that works?” You asked
“That would work, When do you want to come out?”
You opened up your schedule, to see if there were any big events happening that you had to be home for. Coincidentally, you were an open book.
This worked out too well, you thought shaking your head.
“I’m literally so free this month, Wilbur. We could try something for next week if that works on your end.” You spoke, clicking through the many open windows on your computer.
“That works out for me. I can make up a place for you to stay if that would make you more comfortable.” His offer almost made your heart soften.
“I’d like that, yeah.” You nodded.
It was only the second day and some of the things he did could almost make you forget you were acting and none of this was real, you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t the ‘real’ Wilbur you knew, he’d never be so much as nice towards you.
“Right then,” You said, “I’ll take a look at travel prices and tickets and shoot you a text when I have a booked date?” You asked
“That would be perfect.” Wilbur yawned, “Okay, have a good night, Y/N, I do believe I’m going to pass out any moment here so I should be getting to bed.” His voice was tired and you could almost picture his drooping eyelids with his head rested on his palm, struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Goodnight Wilbur, I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well.” You said softly, mouse hovering over the leave option.
“I love you, bye,” Was the last thing Wilbur said before logging off.
Out of the many things that have caught you off guard in the past two days, Wil spilling those words in his tired state really caught you off guard. You sat staring at the empty Discord call for a few minutes, mind blank, the only thing you could think of was Wils echoing voice. “I love you,” That was something you were sure you were going to hear as you were falling asleep in a few hours.
You continued to sit there in your darkroom, just with the light of your PC, once again, thinking about what was truly happening with you and Wilbur. You already knew he was a phenomenal actor from the performances he’s put on for the DreamSMP. But you wondered just how far that extended, as much as you despised him, you couldn’t help the thoughts creeping into ‘is it something more?’ territory. At the end of the night, you were left alone and confused with nobody you could talk it over with.
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Word Count:1892
Masterlist
Series Masterlist
30 Days
The beginning
You sighed, staring at the black screen of your PC waiting for it to light up. After last night, you didn’t even want to log on, but you knew if you avoided it now, it would just cause more hassle in the long run.
The monitors light up with your bright coloured backgrounds and the PC itself emitted many colours of the rainbow.
Opening Discord, you started a message with Wilbur.
Did you hear? You type, clicking through a few channels as you awaited his response.
Yeah, how’d this come about? his message read
Your head shook as you typed and you ran a hand through your hair, pushing it back and out of your face, I don’t know. Hop in a VC and we can discuss better?
You pulled on your headset, waiting for the call to come through, what you weren’t expecting was for Wilbur to video call you. You had just got out of bed before logging on and didn’t even have any makeup on and you were still in your cropped top and sleep bottoms. Quickly pulling the fuzzy blanket you kept on the back of your chair around your shoulders you answered the call.
“Hey,” You answered with a sigh, setting your head in your hand.
“Hi,” He said, monotone.
“What’s he got on you?” You asked
“My home address and credit card information, stuff like that. And you?”
You sighed, knowing if you told the truth he might think even lower of you than he already did. “Same thing and like some stupid stuff I did in high school,”
Wilburs expression changed from annoyed to something you couldn’t read, “What did you do?”
“Relax,” You sighed, “It’s nothing like terrible, terrible.”
“Do you not want to tell me?” He sat back in his chair
“I’d rather not,” You mumbled, “I don’t need you thinking lower of me than you already do.”
“Fine,” Wilbur sighed, “Do you want to talk about how we’re going to do this or not?” You nodded
“What do you think the best approach would be?” You asked, sitting up and pulling your leg up.
“Well obviously, I think we should outline what the rules are.”
“Okay,” You nodded pulling up a note, “So we’re supposed to be dating right?” You asked, Wilbur, nodded. “So we should act like a couple,” You said as you typed out
“What about how we act on and off camera?” Wil asked
“What about it?” You asked, “On camera, we act so madly in love the fans won’t even question it, off-camera we can not speak or whatever we do now.”
Wil shook his head, “I think to get the best performance we’d have to truly play into this and act on and off camera.”
You threw your head back, “Really?” You asked
“Do you truly hate me that much, Y/N?”
“Well no, it’s just I’d rather not.”
“Too bad, it’s already written.”
You sighed, “Fine.”
“Do you think we should tell our friends about the whole situation or just leave it as we’re a couple?” You asked
“Leave them out of the blackmail part, they could slip up.” You nod agreeing.
After twenty minutes of back and forth, you devised a list of rules doe the month.
They were as follows:
- Must act like a couple on and off camera
- Must act like a couple at all times
- Every week doing things that couples would do (i.e. dates, movie nights, going out to dinner)
- Must post announcing you’re together, on Twitter Instagram or in a stream.
- Can only tell friends about you being together
- And you must see each other regularly.
If either of you failed to do one of these things you immediately owe the other person $50
Wilbur was still on call with you after the list was created, you ended up talking about how you think the blackmailer got your information. Both of you were in the dark.
Your roommate came in, interrupting your conversation, “Hey, Y/N, Wanna come with me to pick up food?” She asked stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Wilbur on your monitor.
You nodded, “Just give me a second here,” She waved as she exited the room.
“Sorry about that, Wil,” You said turning back to the camera. “Seems I’ve got to go, but we can talk more about this when I get back if you’d like.”
Wilbur nodded, “It was nice talking to you, love.”
The pet name caught you off guard, you looked at Wilbur, who had the most shit-eating grin on his face you’d ever seen.
“What?” He asked, tilting his head, “We have to start somewhere, thought now would be a good time.”
You sighed, “ill talk to you later Wilbur.”
You ended the call and let your head fall into your hands.
Man, this was going to be a long month.
“Sorry about earlier.” Your roommate said once you walked out of your room
You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it, it was only Wilbur,”
“Wilbur?” She asked, “Don’t you, like, hate him?”
“Hate is a strong word,” You sighed. “I think I’ve had a change of heart about him.”
-
You got home to messages from Wilbur asking if you wanted to stream with him tonight to make your announcement, you grabbed a drink and something to eat and got ready to stream. This time you were able to get ready to be on camera. You did your makeup, simple winged eyeliner nothing too extravagant, and you put on a cute top, but kept on your pyjama bottoms.
Are you setting up stream? You messaged Wilbur
Yeah, are you ready? He replied within seconds
Ready as I’ll ever be.
This time you called Wilbur, he picked up within seconds.
“I know this is only fake but im nervous,” You blurted out.
Wilbur nodded, “Me too,”
“How do you think the fans will react?” You asked
“Honestly?” You nodded, “I think the overall reaction will be good.”
“What about the ones that aren’t?” You were picking at your fingers, a nervous habit, “I don’t want to get death threats and that kind of thing,” You frowned.
“I’ll take care of it,” Wil said, his words brought you a sense of peace, and you waited for him to start streaming.
As he welcomed everyone to the stream, you weren’t on screen yet. You had a few moments to take in his appearance. He was wearing a nice white button-down, and it looked like he tried to do something with his hard but failed and just let it slump in its natural half curly-half wavy state on his forehead. You smiled at him as he kept trying to shake the hair out of his eyes but it refused to move.
“Well, chat,” He started, “There is someone very important to me that I’d like to introduce you to.” As he spoke you could feel the knots in your stomach, nervous for him to finally show your face cam on stream. “Now, you probably already know them but,” He paused, working things out to be able to show your cam on stream, “Y/N and I would like to tell you something,” He said, and your face popped up on his stream, you waved to the chat.
“Y/N, would you like to do the honours?” He asked with a smirk
“I guess so,” You put on the biggest smile you could muster before it looked fake and forced, “Chat,” You said. “Wil and I are dating!” You announced and he cheered.
The chat exploded with hearts and Pogs, of course, there were the normal hate comments, but those were almost drowned out by all the emotes.
“Okay now, I don’t want to see anybody hating on Y/N, Okay?” Wilbur said in a stern voice, looking directly at the camera, “Mods if you can, keep it out of the chat. And chat, keep it off the social media, Okay?” He waited for responses in the chat to roll through before continuing, “If you haven’t got anything nice to say, let’s not say it alright?” You nodded along with him, secretly admiring how adamant he was about keeping the hate away, you knew Wilbur was the type of gut to do that but you didn’t think he’d do it for you, especially where the two of you weren’t even truly together.
“Okay, so Y/N and I here, didn’t really talk about what we were going to do on here, we just wanted to announce the news, but I guess we’ll stick around and answer a few questions for about an hour, hows that sound?”
You nodded, “That sounds good to me. Chat if you have any questions to ask us, about our relationship or just personally send them in the chat or whatever you’d like to do.
You and Wilbur sat on stream for close to an hour talking to the chat and receiving many donations asking questions and answering the chat, they seemed to love that the two of you were ‘together’. You read a few things saying “Enemies to lovers? POG” in the chat that made you laugh to yourself, telling Wil you’d tell him later when he asked what was so funny.
Truthfully, you didn’t hate Wilbur as much as you’ve convinced yourself you have. Sometimes the acting and just messing around on the SMP got blurry in your mind, a lot of the things you found revolting about him were things his character had done for the sake of plot development.
Wilbur finally ended the stream, you both said bye to chat and he went off.
“That went well, don’t you think?” He asked, sighing as soon as the stream was over.
“I think it was good, their reaction seemed to be positive.” You sat back in your chair.
“What did you find so funny in the chat?” He asked, throwing an arm behind his head as he leaned back in his chair.
You giggled as you thought about it again, “I saw some people saying ‘enemies to lovers? Pog’ in the chat and I thought it was really funny.”
“I mean, they’re technically not wrong.” You rolled your eyes, looking down at the time in the corner of your monitor.
It was late. Almost three am.
“Hey, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Wil, alright? I should go to bed soon.”
Wil nodded, “Talk to you tomorrow, Y/N, sleep well.” He smiled as he hit the end call button.
You sat in your dimly lit room in complete silence, other than the noise of the fans in your PC. You couldn’t believe you had to do this for a month. You truly wondered how you could do this, it was only day one and you wanted to crawl out of your skin and wash off the feeling that he gave you. In your act you could see how you might be able to fall for him, but once the call ended and you were snapped back to reality, you wished to take the hottest and longest shower in the word and wash the feeling of him away, watch the dirt slide down the drain and out of your mind.
“You can do this. It’s only a month,” You whispered to yourself.
SERIES MASTERLIST
30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right?
It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.
You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…
Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.
Series Word Count:12,640
30 Days; The Beginning
29 Days
26 Days
24 Days
20 Days
18 Days
14 Days
12 Day
8 Days
7 Days
6 Days
3 Days Final
