#wilbur soot angst
+ the freezer is your best friend
“tomorrow? but we need it fixed today!”
you let out a heavy sigh at the sound of where the conversation was going, using your old fan you bought in spain a couple of years back to blow air onto your face. hot air. it didn’t really help. leaning against the kitchen counter, back pressed against the edge, you tune out of the desperate conversation wilbur was having with the engineer, losing hope in the ac getting fixed before you and him turn to ashes from the heat.
how come the uk was such a hot country all of a sudden? the day the air condition fucks up just had to be the hottest day of the year. hell, of the past ten years!
your tank top was killing you despite fanning yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it was impossible to even do anything productive in a heat like this. so all you could do was wait in complete misery until the engineer would arrive - which wouldn’t be soon. you have no idea how the hell you were gonna survive the night.
“alright. thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
will hung up, frustratedly placing his phone on the counter beside you as he wiped his forehead from sweat. you turned to him, pushing his hair away from his forehead and turning your wrist to fan him instead. he moaned, closing his eyes in bliss.
“I’m guessing there’s no ac today then?” you ask, fishing out a hair tie from your pocket, and stopping the fanning for a few seconds to tie his fluffy hair into a small ponytail at the top of his head. he shook his head and spoke once you started fanning him again, placing his hands on your waist.
“just our luck,” he responded, moving his shirt back and forward to fan his sweaty self under his shirt. you could feel more warmth start to form where his hands were placed on your waist, clammy hands reaching down to pull them off. this caused his eyes to open, watching as you pushed his hands away. “alright, that’s it. I’m fucking sick of this heat.”
he stood up, pulling his shirt off in one quick motion. next thing, his shorts were gone too. you nodded. “yeah, fuck this.”
you too stripped yourself from your clothes, both of you just standing there in your undergarments. and it felt so goddamn nice.
“I can’t even touch my own partner for christs sake…” he muttered under his own breath, turning on his heels and heading for the freezer. he opened it, fitting as much of himself in there as he could. he turned his head to you, waving you over to him. “c’mere.”
he made room for you to step in front of him, moving you as close to the inside of the freezer as possible. the cool air fanning your skin was almost too good of a feeling. you closed your eyes, pressing your cheek against a box of frozen bagels. will chose the peas.
“can I kiss you or will your lips burst into flames?” you laughed at his question, and he smiled at your laughter. you nodded, grabbing his less clammy hand and placing your other one on his chest. you leaned in, and he found you the rest of the way, pressing his lips flush to yours in a much-desired kiss.
interrupted by the beeping of the freezer being open for too long, you pulled away, and he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, just smiling, before closing the fridge.
almost instantly the heat of his apartment hit the both of you like a wave, no, like a fucking tsunami, turning you into sweaty messes again. will shook his head, grabbing his phone and keys and pulling you with him.
“screw this, we’re heading to my office. there’s no way we can survive this.”
he opened up the door, almost speeding out of the apartment until you pulled him back abruptly. he turned to you.
“what? what’s wrong?”
“will, we’re not wearing any clothes.”
“oh.right.”
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if i put out a sort of canon not really at all dream smp fic (ik what ur going to say booo dsmp) would u guys be interested at all? listen hear me out!!
there’s a bit of it below btw
it’s a c!wilbur / reader where reader is in relations to c!dream (havent decided if ex lover or sister) and is hidden away because something happened between them and he’s been looking for her and she’s in danger and c!wilbur brings her to lmanburg for safety. it would be rated mature only bc i’m a glutton for heavy makeout scenes, sex jokes and overall sexual actions no actual nsfw though
“oh you’re good at this.” she smiled, trailing her finger down the table in front of her before dropping her hand at her side.
“at what, darling?” wilbur swished his glass around, a glint in his eyes as he watched her prepare another drink for him, noticing his glass was emptying.
“this whole.. act you’ve got going on. tall, charming, *handsome*,” she emphasized the last word with a smirk that sent wilbur squirming in his seat- “man walks into my bar, of all places! pretending he’s not the leader of the biggest revolution esempi has seen ever. same revolution he was just talking about! and pretends to be a naive little devil to get me in bed with him. or for information. am i right? or am i wrong, and just a stupid little girl?” she was in his face now and wilbur took a gulp, lust flashing in his eyes.
“you’re not just a stupid little girl.” he licked his lips as she leaned back on the wall behind her, her chest leaning out. “you’ve got a nice body. makes you a stupid woman.” he laughed, placing the finished glass down, and pouring some from the new glass into his own before sliding it towards her.
“drink with me darling, won’t you?” he sipped, before looking at the girl who had a saddened look on her face.
please please please lmk if u would be interested i have so much of it done already i just want to know if it’s something i should post.
love, love <3
