#wilbur imagine
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- Description: c!Wilbur x Reader, slight angst to fluff
- TW: 1 bit of cursing, otherwise probably none(?). Let me know if there is any and I’ll add it right way.
- Word count: 3.2k
- Summary: Wilbur challenged you to a love letter writing competition. You have an emotional crisis because you don’t know how to write a candid love letter without confessing your love to him. Little did you two know you are idiots in love both pining for each other.
- A/N: As you can see I gave up on the summary and a lot of the dialogue punctuation because I’m genuinely so stupid at both. I promise I will make up for this the next fic. But hey at least I posted something at last.
- I want to take this opportunity to give special thanks to my bestie @chaoticene for all the support all the time always, @straighttohellbuddy for writing something so wonderful it finally pushed my ass back to writing, and @allywritesforfun for being an incredibly conscientious editor. And also happy (late) birthday to @sushisoot, this is your present ;)
On your small tea table outside, you had to squint a bit to see the ink being illuminated by the house’s window lights. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon of your quaint little cottage, but in your hands were the words that would ignite the sunrise of a new nation.
The draft of L’manburg Declaration of Independence was currently under keen scrutiny, your eyes searching for any awkward wording or grammar mistakes Wilbur might have made in the haste to jot down his fire for the country.
Contrary to your focused but relaxed composure, the man was pacing back and forth anxiously in your garden. It was easy to see the passion for his “symphony” by how agitated he was when he handed you the draft.
“You spelled ‘separate’ incorrectly, Wilbur. There are two ‘a’s’,” you decided to interrupt his intense expression, “and there should be a comma here, too.”
Wilbur gazed at you in mild disbelief (and a bit of annoyance, maybe) while he came over to check. The lanky bastard had to crouch from behind to see the spot you were pointing at with your thumb.
“Can’t believe I’m so dumb”, he let out a small laugh. “Can you make a note there? I’ll fix it later.”
“You are easily one of the most eloquent people I’ve met, Wilbur”, you scoffed while scrawling on the parchment. “You are practically raising an entire nation with merely your words”, frowning playfully, you shook your head, “Don’t do yourself such a disservice”.
He raised his brows at you. “And yet here I am, seeking once more consultation from your ever-flowing fountain of literary wisdom”. He dropped his poet act, “You have written some of the best things I’ve ever read, Y/N, and I consider myself quite well-read”. There he goes again, complimenting your penmanship while you try to brush it off. What a nice Thursday.
“You are an ass-kisser.”
“And you are a hypocrite”, he retorted. “But really, I think it’s high time you recognize how brilliant your writing really is”.
“What do you mean by that?” you looked at him, confused.
“Maybe a… writing competition?”. There was a glint in his eyes, “To see which one of us is the bigger hypocrite”.
“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, defeated. This prick, always knows how to get what he wants. You were too competitive to say no, especially to him. “What do you want to write?”
“Now, I know you are the best when writing emotional stuff, so maybe that?” he offered, almost as a consolation for having persuaded you into doing this.
“Emotional stuff? Like a love letter?”, you laughed at the ridiculousness of the idea.
“Sure”, Wilbur smirked, accepting the challenge.
Alright, maybe you laughed a little early.
You blinked at the man, eyes wide open as he continued on, completely dismissing your baffled reaction.
“You and I, we each write a love letter, addressed to…”, he held a suspiciously mischievous look, “whoever we want. And in a… fortnight, for poetic reasons, we show each other.”
You held your skeptic stare, very unsure about the decision you’ve just made. A love letter. You knew in an instant who you’ll be writing it to. And you wanted to scold yourself for knowing the answer so fast, so well.
“Whosever letter moves the other person more, wins, and will forever be the better writer of the two of us”, the brunet waved his hands dramatically. “Bragging rights for life if you admit you are the bigger hypocrite”.
“No cheating. You must write to the best of your capabilities”. You were in way too deep now, there’s no backing out. The best you could do is hope his love, most likely for his country, will burn (haha get it? Wilburn. Badum tss. I should go kick myself) brighter than yours.
“You, too”. He extended his hands out, grinning like a corrupted wizard ready to take your heart away the moment you agreed to his shady, too-good-to-be-true deal.
Little did he know, he already had it.
So you shook his hands, firmly, “In a fortnight”.
“In a fortnight”.
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A week has passed since the deal was made, and you are thoroughly regretting everything. If you were being honest, you didn’t know why you even went along knowing full well it would expose you.
Several attempts have been made to write, about things other than Wilbur, of course. There are many people, many stuff that you love apart from him. Surely. You love your peaceful, quiet life in the forest, surrounded by fauna and flora as far as one can see. You love the bustling of the nearby towns, where you can smell the baker’s buttery pastries and see the florist’s vibrant flowers every morning. You love the joyful melodies of the seasonal festivals, when people would sing and dance without a worry in the world.
When you and Wilbur first met.
Soon into the process of writing, you realized a lot of the things you love were connected to Wilbur, and composing a love letter about anything else felt… lackluster. Disingenuous, if you had the courage to say it.
So, to the surprise of no one, you crumpled another piece of paper to the trash can. Perhaps taking a few more days away from parchment and ink to contemplate what to write on would give you a surge of the lovey-dovey feeling you need.
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Only two more days until you have to show Wilbur your “love letter” whose dedicated subject you still haven’t decided on. Your mind has just been stuck ever since you took on this challenge, and there is not a single thing you can think of that can motivate you to write.
Except…
No. You’ve been there. You’ve decided it was too risky a move to make. No one in their right mind would read whatever it is you would write to him and think it’s just platonic. It would be self-sabotaging in its very definition.
Then again, if you didn’t write anything, or write about something you didn’t truly pour your heart into, he would know. He would know that something wasn’t right, and you would have to live a life even more miserable than right now, constantly teetering the edge between friendship and romantic partnership, questioning if the other felt the same.
“Fuck it”. You sat up right from your bed, walking straight to your desk, “I’ve got nothing to lose”.
It was a pathetic lie you told yourself because, subconsciously, you knew you had everything to lose. But if you didn’t do something and let your fate falls to uncertainty, you would probably go crazier than you already have.
Later that day, in a quaint little cottage shrouded by the forest’s bushy shadows, was a person desperately writing, scribbling the night away, as if their life depended on it, as if this was the first, and last, time they would ever write this way.
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Sunlight greeted the SMP once again, the hues of dawn slowly fading, making way for a cloudless sky. It was a picturesque, soundless painting, minus the small shop owners prepping their goods for the day.
The sound of the doorbell shocked Niki for a bit - she was sure the sign still said “Closed”. However, the silhouette of a tall brunet relaxed her mind.
“Good morning, Niki”.
“Morning, Wilbur”, she was focused on frosting her cake, sparing him but a glance. “What got you here so early?”
“I was told to pick up a… letter here? From Y/N?” He quirked an eyebrow, hoping he hadn’t gotten your instructions wrong.
“Oh, yes! I’ve got it right here for you” Niki placed her piping bag down and wiped her hands on the mustard-coloured apron, directing herself to the back room. From his place in front of the counter, Wilbur could see her moving a few things around before returning with an envelope in her hands.
“Here you go”.
He retrieved the brown thing with a thank. Twirling the envelope around, he couldn’t help but admire your handiwork with the wax seal, and even the calligraphy. He was curious to know what you had written that merited such fancy wrappings.
“It’s quite weird. She dropped this off just a while ago, you know. The sun was barely up”, a small chuckle escaped Niki, who wasted no time getting back to her Red Velvet. “She also told me to tell you to read it right away, before you visit her place”.
“Huh…” This captured Wilbur’s attention. Weren’t you guys going to exchange your letters later together? Perhaps this is the reason you asked him to get yours from Niki instead of giving him yourself.
“You know why?”
“No idea. But I guess the answer might be in the envelope.”
So he made his way to one of the mini coffee tables, gently opening the carnation-printed red seal. “May I?” he looked at the baker, gesturing at the wooden chair.
“Of course”. She suddenly jerked her head up, “Actually, I just remember I need to give Y/N some vanilla extract she asked for. Do you mind watching the place for a moment while I go grab it?”
“Yeah, sure”, he answered absentmindedly, too consumed with the parchment in his hand.
“Wilbur dearest,
Smart as I am acclaimed to be, time and time again I have let myself fall victim for your stupid charms. The latest time being agreeing to this little bet, knowing full well it would put my heart on the lifeline. The very first? Catching your gaze in that festival - what seemed like a million springs ago.
I have to admit, being made a fool has never felt so exhilarating.
No, it wasn’t love at first sight, I’ve experienced the overwhelming crash of it to know different. It was not completely a slow-burn romance like in the novels, either. It was something in between. Such the hopeless romantic I am, but that moment was this instant attraction, a sparkly diamond firework of magnetism that erupted, and trailed to this day. I didn’t think much of it then, how prominent you would be in my life. Yet now I know, the extent to which Clytie yearns for Helios day by day.
You bewilder me, Will. All the people I have encountered in this realm, yet none intrigued me like you. The more I learn about you, the more I admire you, and the more I want to know you. I couldn’t imagine there would exist a day when I would be so absolutely smitten with someone, their flaws, their quirks, their ambitions, the almost invisible but still sensible guitar callouses on their hands. Mister President, sir, your words are melodic morning symphonies to my ears. It still surprises me to this day how there is not a single thing I don’t adore about you.
And how you make me feel, I don’t think I can ever fully convey it to words. You set my soul ablaze, surge up the tides of my heart, ground my mind in this chaos of a reality, and ascend my body to the ninth of clouds. Since you, my life has been dusted in rose gold happiness, and I thank you so much for that, Wilbur. You made me a better person and showed me how beautiful I am, how beautiful life can be. I want you to know I am forever grateful to know you.
As infatuated as I am with you, I must ask you to never reciprocate if out of only the guilt of your being. You don’t owe me anything. I don’t want my feelings to burden you. I know your heart reserved room for other things, other people. I have also anticipated that once you have read these lines, our relationship will be awfully different. But can I be selfish with you, for just a bit? Promise me that we will still be friends, that I will still have you in my life. It’s fine if these sentiments are not requited, just don’t address them with me, ever, please. I don’t care for the aches inside my chest if it means you are here with me.
Because, if it’s not painfully clear enough, I love you, Wilbur. So crazily, pathetically, ridiculously much.
Fantasize me a reality where you do, too.
Wholeheartedly yours,
Y/N”
He wasn’t quite sure for how long he had sat there, completely blanked out in the bakery. He wasn’t quite sure how to properly process everything he had just read, either. All the neurons in his brain were failing to form a single thought until…
“Niki! I forgot the vanilla-”
You closed the door to see the shop devoided of a pink-haired figure, only a half-decorated cake behind the counter and Wilbur. Your eyes trailed to his hands, then beside him on the table, just to recognize that it was…
Your letter.
Opened.
Laying right there just inviting him to read through all your vulnerabilities.
Too bad you weren’t a lexicographer because this would be the perfect definition for “bad timing”. Why did he even come so early?
You tried to regain yourself from your angsty thoughts and minimize the awkwardness of the situation.
“Hello, Will!”, what an unmistakably genuine smile. “How are you today?”
“Hey.”
With the distant voice and far-off look, you knew he had already read the whole thing. He was probably trying to find a way to speak to you without breaking your heart.
“You know, I’m feeling quite alright!” You told him with the merriest pitch you could muster, hoping he would catch the message. There was a very high chance this would be the last conversation you two would share as close friends.
Deafening silence remained inside the small space. He hasn’t moved a muscle since you stepped in, chestnut trench coat facing you.
“Are you okay-”
“No. I’m not okay.”
“Wh-”
“I can’t believe I didn’t know this”, he abruptly turned his head, “I can’t believe you’ve felt like this, all this time, and I wasn’t made aware”.
You weren’t sure what to make of his tone. Was he sad? Disappointed? …Angry? The thought of Wilbur being angry at you sent a shudder down your spine.
It took you a second, but you replied cautiously. “What are you saying?”
“Y/N”, he grabbed you by the arms. “You have no idea how much I’ve dreamt of this day.”
“What?”
Wilbur gazed into your eyes with a clarity, a sincerity you’ve never seen before. If your brain wasn’t tricking itself, you could swear sparse hints of relieving ecstasy were also laced in.
“It’s-, I didn’t know-, This thing-” Swallowing an invisible gulp of hesitation, his words finally caught up with his thoughts. “I’ve loved you for a long while, too.”
Now it’s your turn to stand there in the bakery, mouth half-agaped, completely blanking out with no thoughts forming inside your head. He seemed to recognize your shock, so he reached for your letter on the table.
“Everything you’ve written here- Heart-meltingly beautiful, by the way- It’s mutual. It’s all mutual”. He explained to you again, hoping you would see the desperate honesty in voice. “It’s been you, Y/N. It has always and will always be you. I burn for you”.
Safe to say by the expression on your face, you did not expect for this to happen at all. So you short-circuited with a goofy grin, “Did the great Wilbur Soot just fumbled over his words for me?”
Perhaps by now he had realized why none of your past loves have ever worked out, and why none of them you have confessed, least to say having your feelings requited.
Wilbur chuckled at your sentence with a layer of mild confusion behind his eyes. After sharing a hearty moment giggling with each other for the situation to settle in, you blindly crossed the small distance between you two in a bold footstep, and put your hands around his neck.
The gap between you was very narrow now. Scandalously narrow. Yet, after all that display of spontaneous courage, you were still too shy to make the final move.
So he did.
And your lips crashed in iridescent sparks of lovers’ rejoice. It was soft and tender, passionate and longing, all at the same time. It’s mesmerizing. For all this moment feels like a dream, you know it is not one from which you will be cruelly awoken. When you open your eyes, he will still be there, joyful, warm, holding you close; he will not disappear with the sunrise, because even in your wildest fantasy wouldn’t you know his kiss to be so nectarean.
Finally you broke away from the addictive sensation, still remaining itchily close, just taking in the euphoria you have just been through.
“You can’t imagine the happiness I’m feeling right now”, you cried into his shoulders.
“Trust me, I have a clue”, he whispered back contently.
You tightened your grasp around him. Maybe if you do you can also save this memory forever, tuck it away from the greedy, prying hands of time.
The blissful moment lasted only a few more seconds before your half-lidded eyes spotted a mass of pink hair behind the door frame to the back room. Suddenly, you recalled why you were here in the first place. You went to break the tender atmosphere, but luckily Niki saved you from having to cut short your own fleeting minutes of joy.
“I’ve got your vanilla extract, Y/N”. She finally spoke up, but her knowing grin and twinkling eyes were saying something completely different. Like you have guessed, she approved. In fact, if you threaded all the hints she has dropped over the years together, maybe you would have seen that she has been rooting for you guys the whole time.
“Thank you, Niki”. You turned to her, smiling gleefully, not even bothering to address the situation.
Wilbur let go of you and returned to his seat, trying to clean up more of his flustered smirking face than the actual table. Graciously taking the bottle of baking ingredient from Niki, you didn’t forget to also send a mischievous look his way.
“I still have some cleaning up to do, so I’ll see you at my place, Will.” You beamed at him. Everyone in the shop was wearing different smiles, none really pertaining to the words they say, yet all sharing a common source.
“I’ll see you later.” Then, as if remembering something, he added, “Love.”
With that, you walked out of the bakery, chipper and giddy, barely able to contain yourself, skipping half your way home.
The two people left inside the place continued to eye on you with great interest. Then, one resumed her daily schedule with buttercream and piping bags, while the other stared at the empty space ahead of him in dumbfounded wonder.
“Gosh, I was wondering if this was even going to happen,” Niki dropped nonchalantly, continuing adding petals to the rose garment as if her friends’ entire worlds hadn’t just flipped. “Took you two long enough.”
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wilbur, quackity, niki, karl, sapnap, x reader !
summary what they do when you can’t fall asleep
genre fluff !
warnings insomnia? not being able to sleep? are these warnings ? i don’t know ? + use of streamers’ real names!
a/n ↴
hello ! i had the sudden motivation to write headcanons, and i’ve seen other writers do this, so i decided to do my take on it !
enjoy some fluff ! <33
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wilbur soot !
- starting off with wilburr, because you can never write enough wilburr
- his sleep schedule is terrible and I feel like he would understand having trouble sleeping
- not the type to get out of bed, rather he tries to get you both asleep
- has you face him with your head on his chest, curled into him
- i feel like he’s probably very warm, like your own personal heater
- but anyways your head is on his chest,
- that way you can listen to his heartbeat
- rubs circles on your back, or runs his finger through your hair, very soothing
- offers to sing you to sleep
- his voice is tired and barely above a whisper
- he’s either singing a cheesy love song, or a song he wrote for/about you
- if after all that you haven’t fallen asleep, you decide to just talk
- lying on your backs, either holding hands or just being close to each other
- and he’s just rambling about everything and anything, things he’s passionate about, the most random absurd things that he for someone reason knows
- sometimes you talk too, rambling or just light conversation between you too
- other times, when you’re too exhausted to reply, you just listen
- occasionally humming in acknowledgment to let him know you’re still listening
- ‘i hate anteaters’ 'mm i know will, i know’
- 'this one time when i was 7 i …’
- 'how are you darling, i hope you had a good day’ 'i’m tired, but this is really nice, will’
- again i feel like he’s just very soothing and will lull you to sleep
- going to add blurbs to the ends of each person’s headcanons!
wilbur pauses, noticing you hadn’t said anything in a while and looks down at you. your chest slowly rising and falling, you look so peaceful, calm. finally asleep. he smiles down at you, bending down to press a light kiss to your forehead. moving closer to you, he presses one final kiss to your temple. 'goodnight, my love’
quackity ! ⭐️
- while i feel wilbur wouldn’t want to get out of bed, quackity would
- but he wouldn’t go very far-
- just to his desk, dragging your blanket along with him
- you pull up a chair next to him, or just sit on his lap, up to you
- your snuggled up together under the blanket, as he starts up his computer
- if you have the energy, you might stream with him
- 'LATE NIGHT ROBLOX ( with my partner ! <3) ’
- a roblox stream, where you mess around
- your sleep-deprived brains laughing at everything
- attempting an obby and just repeatedly dying
- chat is concerned, kinda? but also finds it hilarious
- i feel like he’s also more clingy/cuddly when he’s tired
- so he’s more touchy and almost like a toddler
- chat is clipping it all to put in compilations
- 'y/n and quackity being adorable for 8 minutes straight’ , 'sleep deprived y/n and quackity’, 'tired quackity being a toddler’
- 'y/nnnnn hold my hand pleaseeee’ 'alexxx nooo I’m trying to play robloxxxx’
- leans his head on your shoulder and almost falls asleep while you are playing
- if you’re not in the mood to stream, or just far too tired to
- he decides to play minecraft, just something for you to watch
- this time you’re laying your head on his shoulder while he plays
- he might monologue what he’s doing
- and his voice goes all soft and whispery
- 'and now mi amor, i’m going to kill some sheep’ 'die sheep >:(’
- 'oooh iron!! look babe i found iron !!’
- you just reply with a soft 'mhm’ and a nod against his shoulder
- his monologuing and the movements on the screen, lull you to sleep
alex looks away from his monitor and down at your sleeping figure. 'awh, sleepy baby’ he mumbles to himself. lifting the blanket off himself and you, he moves to face you, and picks you up bridal style, trying his very best not to wake you; knowing how hard it was for you to fall asleep in the first place. he carries you back to bed, lays you down. grabbing the blanket from the desk and placing it over your sleeping figure. 'mission success’ he whispers quietly, smiling. he lays down and places himself under the blanket, moving to hold you in his arms. 'duerme bien mi amor’ he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, before giving into sleep.
- that ended up being a lot longer, i swear this happens every time i write quackity T .T
i apologize for my terrible attempts at spanish, if anything doesn’t make sense, blame google translate, and my friend who i went to for help !
niki ! ☀️
- niki !!
- niki seems very comforting and <33
- she would probably feel bad that you couldn’t sleep and would help you in anyway she can
- 'awh no baby i’m sorry’ 'anything i can do to help?’
- i think first you two would just lay in bed together, cuddling
- similar to what i wrote for wilbur
- i think she would hold you in her arms, as close as possible
- under many layers and fluffy blankets
- makes sure you are warm and comfortable
- rubs her hands up and down your arms
- whispers sweet nothing (that’s so fanfiction i know)
- and her presence alone just makes you sleepy
- if you really can’t fall asleep, then niki comes up with the brilliant idea to bake!
- i know, i know, i said the same thing in my helping with gender dysphoria headcanons, but it’s still true here !
- she just seems like suck a bake-y person, if that makes any sense
- so you find some recipe on Pinterest, probably something along the lines of cookies or brownies, something easy to make
- while it’s baking, you two cuddle on the couch, with some soft music in the background
- make sure to set a timer in case you fall asleep !!
- and when the cookies are done, you drag your blanket with you and sit on the kitchen counter, eating whatever you baked
- by then it’s pretty late (depending on when you got out of bed)
- and you are probably tired, so you decide to try sleeping again
- this time, the combination of warm blankets, her soothing touch, and being worn out from your late-night baking session
- is enough to put you to sleep
- niki’s arms are very comfortable, and a great source of warmth
'lovely?’ niki asks, noticing your eyes, close to shutting, exhaustion evident in them. 'mhmm?’ you manage to reply, 'you look so tired my love, want to try sleeping again? you simply nod your head. niki gets of the counter and grabs your hand, walking you to the bedroom. you once again find yourself enveloped in blankets and warmth, back in niki’s arms. this time sleep comes easier. niki softly kisses your forehead, before whispering, 'i hope you sleep well my love’. and that’s the last you hear, before finally drifting off to sleep.
karl !
- karl <33
- another one who feels bad for you
- even though he also has a terrible sleep schedule
- i think he also has trouble sleeping, so he will understand you :)
- he would not want to get out of bed
- just wants to cuddle you to sleep
- but since you’ve probably already tried that, considering you two definitely sleep all cuddled up (but that’s a different set of headcanons-)
- you two will go under the covers, still cuddled up and close to one another
- and you’ll watch either movies, shows, youtube, anything along those lines; on either your or karl’s phone
- i’m leaning towards movies, especially longer ones
- i feel like those would more likely make you sleepy
- or if you’re watching youtube, i think you would be watching like satisfying slime videos ? you know?
- i don’t know i feel you two send each other satisfying tiktoks and it just became a thing you enjoy
- like, does anyone know those videos with sand? the ones where they cut it and put it into tall glasses and flatten it?
- if you don’t know what i mean this probably sounds really odd-
- anyways if you are not watching movies, i feel like you would watch that
- there is probably not much talking, since you are both very tired
- the brightness and volume of the phone are low, and its leaning against a pillow or one of your legs, since you gave up trying to hold it up
- and you just watch stuff till you fall asleep, or till you are tired enough that you can turn it off
- except for that one time you two accidentally stayed up till 5 am, and then passed out and woke up at 1 pm
- sometimes if you don’t feel like using devices, karl just holds you in his arms
- neither of you is asleep, but you’re both tired, and it’s really comfortable silence
- eventually, you fall asleep in his arms, even if it takes a while
finally, your breathing slows, as you drift off to sleep in karl’s embrace. he’s just as tired as you, eyes droopy, almost closed. but he notices that you’ve finally fallen asleep. he smiles down at you, admiring your sleeping face. pressing a few light kisses, on your eyelids and nose and a final on your forehead. he whispers out, just barely audible, voice filled with sleepiness, 'goodnight, sleep well baby’
sapnap !
- sap nap sapnap.
- he’s probably fast asleep, leaving you alone to stare at the ceiling
- after a while of pointless attempts of falling asleep, you decide to get up
- he finds you on the couch staring at the turned-off tv, a glass of water on the table in front of you
- 'baby? what are you doing up?’ 'why didn’t tell me you couldn’t sleep :(’
- sits next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around
- his head is on top of yours and it’s pretty peaceful until he decides that this isn’t going to work
- he gives up on the idea of you two getting any sleep tonight
- 'if you can’t sleep then i’m not going to either’
- tells you to put your shoes and a jacket on, as he searches for the car keys
- grabs your hand and drags you to the car
- 'mm sap where are we going?’ 'to mcdonalds ’ 'at this hour? 'yep :)’
- the drive is quiet, there aren’t many cars, the city quiet and calm
- the radio is on, turned-down, and sap’s hand is either on your thigh or intertwined with yours, the entire drive
- you make it to the drive-through and order your food. you park somewhere in front of the restaurant
- you two sit in silence, the only sounds coming from the radio
- you enjoy food, and sap still hasn’t moved his hand from off your leg
- he’s tired and just wants affection :(
- i can imagine his hand in yours doing that thumb thing
- anyways you drive home, and as soon as you walk into the house you both flop onto the bed
- something about late-night drives in a quiet city makes you very sleepy
- at this point, i think you are probably tired enough to fall asleep
- you two get under the covers and he mumbles 'come here’ , his voice filled with sleepiness
- you move into his open arms and he just cacoons you with his warmth and affection
- you can’t resist and give into sleep, finally
'mm baby come here’ he mumbles quietly, his sleepy voice you find absolutely adorable. you simply nod and move into his embrace. he wraps his arms around you, warmth radiating off him. you gladly accept the affection, nuzzling into his chest. your eyes flutter shut, barely still awake. 'night baby’ he whispers, places the softest kiss to the top of your head. 'goodnight sap’ you barely get out, before giving into sleep, finally asleep.
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that’s all ! hope you enjoyed reading! thank you for all love and support that i have received while on here, even though i’m so inconsistent with writing. ily all <3
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