|| 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 || ~*Wilbur Soot x Reader*~

The Game?

the chapters are set in time, about a week to a week and a half apart there's no actual timeline for this it's kinda just like in chronological order.

Y/n's POV
as you head downstairs to get breakfast you can hear Tommy talking to his friends. you don't know who he's talking to specifically but, you know he's not streaming because he's not quite as loud as he usually is compared to when he is streaming.

you decide to bring him some frosted flakes, because you're an amazing sister, while you have f/c (favorite cereal)

after pouring the cereal and then the milk you put his on a tray along with a glass of milk, it's Tommy we're talking about here, and head up to his room.

after making a point of not knocking on his door you open it and walk up to his desk.

you notice that he is calling Tubbo and somebody else after a quick glance at his screen.

"Tommy i brought you breakfast," you say as you set down the tray on his little side table, "i hope you like frosted flakes."

"did you get me a glass of milk?" he asks quieter than normal.

"yes," you respond, you then decide to ask just as quietly as him, "why are you being so quiet?"

"i'm on a call with Tubbo and Wilbur."

"and?"

"they haven't met you yet and i don't want you to be bombarded by meeting all my friends in the span of like three days because like the big man i am i have a bunch of friends."

that was really sweet until he started with the big man shit that he pulls.

"well- i- okay that's fair, but i met Dream like a week ago and i've talked to Tubbo before, remember, we were the three idiots according to mum."

"WHAT?!" he starts shouting catching the attention of the others in the call.

you can't hear what the two in the call with him are saying because Tommy has his headphones on for once.

"no it's not my mum," Tommy says, being in a one-sided conversation sucks.

Tommy notices how awkward you look standing off to the side so, he disconnects his headphones from his computer and takes them off, setting them next to his main pc.

"-CK!! ow, sorry, sorry, i just stubbed my toe." you hear a very familiar voice say.

"are you okay, Wilbur?" you pause. obviously, you heard Tommy say who he was talking to however, it just went in one ear and out the other as you were too focused on how quiet the boy was being.

you almost have a mild panic attack when Tommy decides to out your slight obsession with the musician. well, it may be a bit more serious than a slight obsession.

"Wilbur, did you know that my sister watches your videos?" Tommy asks ignoring your silent pleas by turning towards his computer screen and away from you.

"no, but it's always nice to meet a fan." Wilbur's voice echos through the small room.

"are you going to say hi or not, y/n?" Tommy says in a mocking tone, "or are you just to scared you'll embarrass yourself?"

"Tommy, shut up," you say finally finding your voice. as you try to continue Tommy cuts you off with his regular screams as he starts stuttering and shouting profanities at you.

"sorry about him, he's always like this," Wilbur says calmly, ignoring the loud nuisance.

"oh, i would know," you say leaning down closer to the mic so they can hear you better, "i live with him."