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a/n: wilbur if u want me to marry u on the spot just say that :D.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, IM GONNA CRY." you groaned in frustration at the document in front of you, which startled your boyfriend, will, who sat behind you on your bed strumming his guitar. your sudden outburst indefinitely disturbed the surrounding tranquility in the room, which you quietly apologized for.

"sorry....sorry." you mumbled as you typed away at your keyboard, eyes never leaving the screen of your monitor filled with an array of letters.

you had been working on a more accurately described script of an idea you had for an arc for the dream smp, completely albeit to the fact that wilbur was the prominent writer for the plot of the lore. it was harder than you imagined, so you had to give him credit where it was due.

it wasn't the act of writing itself that troubled you. in fact, you loved writing so much your entire lifestyle was based around it. the expressive creativity opportunity through language was amongst one of your favorite entities of all time. but alas, with any good writer comes the most burdening obstacle of all; writer's block.

you could hear will's sigh from across the room, almost already predicting what he was going to say, because he had in fact said it at least a million times already. "y/n, just take a break. you can come back to it later."

"i know, i know." which was your standard reply. "i'm almost finished, just a bit more."

the curly-haired boy scoffed slightly. "see, you keep saying that but you've been there for almost five hours already."

the obvious judgment in his tone was enough to send you off the edge with frustration. you suddenly felt the overwhelming need to cry, something that happened frequently whenever you were frustrated, but you bit your lip to keep the threatening tears from falling and continued typing.

you knew you should have taken a break, but you also knew that meant that script would go untouched for the next week or so. all you wanted oh-so badly was to get it done and over with. it was like writing essays back in high school.
(a/n, not me writing this instead of my english essay lol)

it was silent for the next few seconds, just the sound of your keyboard clicking and clacking at a rapid pace all whilst you tried your hardest to focus on the document in front of you and not on the few tears that escaped that you quickly wiped away.

there was slight rustling in the bed and the sound of a guitar being put down before you felt wilbur's presence over you. his hand was placed gently on top of yours, stopping your movements instantly. you didn't even bother looking at him, knowing all too well that the second your eyes connected with his the tears would start rolling.

it was silent as he guided you from your spot at the desk to the bed. the ambiance was now darkened, a serious mood fell between the two of you, which honestly scared you. wilbur was rarely ever serious. he had sort of an intimidating stance and wry sense of humor at times, but even then he cracked jokes.

"you don't have to hide your tears from me." he whispered softly as the two of sat in the bed, him wrapping his arms around you from behind. "you can cry, y/n."

those words alone were enough for all the built up frustration to release in fast-flowing tears. your body softly shook as you cried equally as softly. it wasn't so much of what he said that made you relieved, but the context behind it. your relation was in it's early stages and despite being friends for a while, releasing emotions like these in front of him just didn't seem right...until now.

the room was completely silent except for the occasional sniffles you let out. once you regained your composure from your short-lived tantrum, your turned so you were facing the boy, though your eyes wandered to anywhere but his.

"thank you, um-" you wiped your eyes. "sorry for that, i was just-"

"don't apologize for crying, y/n. ever." he spoke with strong austerity it almost made you want to break down again. "i told you not to push yourself, because this is what happens. i don't like seeing you cry but i won't make you feel shit about it."

you couldn't even muster up the energy to reply back, instead pulling him into a hug. "thank you, will."

AMIRA SPEAKS ༄➴⌒゚
mmm i kinda hate this but
i wanted more wilby 💔.