To Wilbur Soot. Sincerely, y/n.

To Wilbur Soot. Sincerely, y/n - PROLOGUE

A story of a fan turning into a lover.

"Hello chat! How are we doing? Good, good." He said, reading the chat. Donos appear on his screen once in a while during his greeting. He takes a sip from his water bottle before beginning to tell chat about the stream.
"So you have two hours to make me laugh. If I laugh the stream ends. If I don't, I win." The activity in the chat speeds up, indicating that more people joined the stream. Wilbur comments on a few donos and the first video appears on his stream. It's an old vine, and he's probably seen it before.
"Come on chat! I know you can do better! This is older than my grandma!" He jokes, a challenging smile appearing on his lips. Another video pops up, this time being successful on making Wilbur lightly smile, but not laugh. This continiues for a while, some of the videos making him smile, and some, frown and tell chat that they can do better.
Finally, a funny video makes him lightly chuckle, which he tries to cover up, but the chat is already pointing it out.
"C'mon chat! That was nothing!" When the chat proceesds to protest, he frowns.
"Fine," he says, rolling his eyes. "You convined me. Y'all really have the vision of an eagle." He says, his mocking frown turning into a wholesome smile.
"Then I guess I have to finish the stream, you know the rules!" He says, an amused grin on his light pink lips. The chat is sad that he has to finish so soon, but in the end, they were to ones to point out his laugh.
Wilbur knows that, and nothng can amuse him more.
"Goodbye, see you on the next stream, chat!" He says, reading a few donos that viewers managed to squeeze in before he finished the stream.
Finally, the stream ends, and he leans back in his chair. He has been editing videos like crazy in the past few days, and he is tired. As much as he loves streaming and seeing all the positive comments and donos, he is glad that the stream ended earlier than he thought. Maybe he could sleep for a little bit before he has to go back to editing.

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y/n leans back in her chair. Countless assignments and other tasks she had to do for school had been very tiring lately. Each day she got closer to exam week, she got less and less sleep, finishing with studying only towards the middle of the night.
The only thing that calmed her when she is in a bad mood is watching streams on Twitch, but lately, she wasn't even able to have time to check her social media or just relax without having to worry about any upcoming projects or presentations.
She sighs. Leaving her computer aside, she rises from her chair and makes her way to the kitchen. Her tiny apartment was silent, the only sound being her footsteps on the floor that had a thin layer of dust.
Shit. I should vacuum. Glancing at the clock in the living room, she sees that it is almost past midnight. If she vacuumed, her neighbors would be pissed. The thought makes her laugh for some reason. She opens her fridge. The light coming from it makes her squint; her eyes had been hurting a lot recently, and she doesn't have to think long to find the reason.
The only thing in her fridge is a little bit of leftover chicken and apple juice. She isn't hungry; rather thirsty, so she grabs the carton of juice. It's cold and the minute it touches her hand she is awoken from her sleepy state. She opens a cupboard and takes a glass out, pouring the drink in it.
She puts the carton of juice back in its place before grabbing the almost-full glass and sitting on her couch. She doesn't bother turning on the light, she'd much rather sit in the dark after studying and tiring her eyes for long hours. She brings up the round glass to her lips and takes a sip from the sweet liquid. Her dry throat burns; the juice is too cold and she's drinking it too fast after being dehydrated for so long.
y/n is tired. She knows that she's overworking herself, but is there an other way to achieving success? She doesn't think so. She leans her head back and takes in the peace of the relaxing moment. She would've fallen asleep- well, if it wasn't for the loud notification coming from her phone. She groans, and stands up. She doesn't want to drink her juice anymore- the peaceful moment is gone.
Might as well look who the evil person ruining my moment is, she thinks. It's just an email- a schedule of the next week's classes.
A dissapointed sigh leaves her lips but as she locks her phone she sees a notification from Twitch: Wilbur Soot is live! Hmph. Weird. She doesn't watch his streams, although she has heard of the streamer before and knows that his streams are mostly associated with Minecraft.
Why not? It's been literal ages since I've logged on Twitch. She clickes the notification and it takes her to the app. The stream was two days ago. y/n becomes curious all of a sudden. On the screen she sees a boy with soft brown hair. It's curly. He has glasses and a smile. A smile that for some reason warms her heart. It's genuine. She starts watching the video carelessly, she wouldn't come back to his streams anyway, right?

Oh no sweetie. Wrong.