𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖔𝖞 / wilbur x reader x technoblade

𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

   

 "Dream, Dream please don't make me." I argued, trying to wrangle myself out of his grip.

"Y/n, you wouldn't have asked for that address if you didn't want to see him!" He retorted, keeping my hand firmly in his.

"I agreed to deliver scones! Not confront anyone!'"

"Yeah, because you totally went to the ministry just to drop off Tommy's book," Dream said, chuckling at his own remark.

"You're an ass," I sighed, admitting defeat as we stood in front of the pale blue townhouse. The golden numbers donned above the door confirmed to me we had found the right place. There was even the firehouse across the street, no denying it now.

"Ok well what am I supposed to say if he comes to the door. 'Hi! You can't get rid of me, I'm a stalker!'" I said, looking back at Dream from the front step.

"Didn't he stalk you for like months." He said.

"That's sort of different." I replied.

"Such an odd duo," Dream sighed. "Do you need me to come with you?"

"Stay there, I'll try and keep the conversation by the door so if it gets bad we can run." I suggested.

Dream laughed again, probably picturing us sprinting down the street mid-conversation. I tried to slow down my heart rate, hovering my hand over the doorbell.

"Press it!" Dream shouted.

The shock caused me to press it against my wishes.

"Dammit Dream!" I yelled, glaring at him before looking back at the door.

Muffled footsteps from inside drew nearer and I held my breath as the doorknob twisted.

"Y/n?" Said the old woman inside.

"Ms Gunn?" I asked, shocked to see her through the screen door.

She pulled the door open and embraced me.

"What brings you to Brighton?" I asked, realizing how far she had come.

"Tommy and I were the only ones at Castle Bremner when the news broke. Thankfully Wilbur offered me the same position if I agreed to come to Brighton, and I didn't exactly have much keeping me behind." She chuckled, "so I decided to make the move down here."

"But, I could ask the same for you, what brings you here?" She asked, realizing I hadn't stated my motives for visiting.

"Oh, well- first of all, scones-"

"Wilbur!" She shouted, looking past me and up the front walk where Wilbur had stopped to acknowledge Dream- who was still awkwardly standing there.

I quickly turned around, making eye contact with the startled man. His expression was both panicked and confused. In his right hand was a paper bag, which he looked down at when he noticed my eyes falling to it.

"I-I got milk." He blurted, walking up the steps to hand the bag over to Ms Gunn who took it and went back into the house.

It was obvious Dream was struggling not to make a "Got Milk?" joke.

"Hi, uh-" I began, knowing I was now forced to explain why I was here. Coming up with a reason for why you've sought after someone who made it painfully obvious you couldn't see them again is pretty difficult. Especially on the spot.

When I finally looked back up at Wilbur, his eyes weren't enraged like I had imagined. Just lost, maybe sympathetic.

"I have a hard time imagining you were just dropping these off with Ms Gunn," He said, trying to give a reassuring smile as he glanced down at the small tray I was carrying.