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TWs: bit more blood (quite a bit more actually), drunkbur being a suggestive little shit, swearing

1st Person Y/N

There I was. Making out with my friend, Wilbur, while he was wasted, on someone's bed.

"W-Wil!" I tried to grab his attention.

"Whaaat?" He asked, holding on the 'a' for much too long, even for someone who's drunk.

"W-we need to g-go." Shit. I was still caught of guard by making out with him. My cheeks felt wildly hot.

"Noooooo I waant to kisss you mooree!" He replied.

Somehow I was blushing even more. Instead of replying I tried to get up, but he just stayed there on top of me.

"C-come on Wil. We need to go. We can make out later." Fuck why did I suggest that.

"Sooo youu liked iiit?" He said with a stupid shit eating grin.

"Shut up and lets go." I replied, finally getting a grip on myself.

He let me get up, falling off the bed in the process.

"Fuuck." He said, looking helpless on the floor.

I got him up and on my back again. I went downstairs and then exited the house.

"Whyy do we haaf to gooo?" He said, sounding really sad.

"I want to get to my house before you pass out." I replied sternly.

He giggled "Buut I'm noot even druunk!"

"Dude, you can't even stand up." I said back, laughing a little.

"Heyy I loove your laughh!" He said in reply to my laughter.

"R-really?" I was flustered by his statement.

"Yeaah! I wishh I couuld hear it for hourrrs." He started leaning to one side.

I felt more blush rise to my cheeks. Fuck I was probably redder than him.

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After some struggle I got him in the passenger seat and checked the time.

"It's 12:00 fucking a.m.?" I was shocked at how long we were there.

2nd person Y/N

You started driving back, still blushing from the whole making-out-with-your-drunk-friend situation.

"Heyy wheree are we goinggg?" Wilbur asked.

You sighed. "My house."

"Whyy not my housse?" Wilbur asked again

"Wil, you can't even stand up, let alone speak correctly. I am not leaving you alone." You replied, mad at his questions.

"Oohh youu looove meee!" Wilbur giggled, smiling like an idiot.

You ignored his statement and kept driving.

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You got home and somehow got Wilbur inside in one piece.

"Okay I'm going to bed so I guess you'll just sleep with me." You sighed at the idea of having to sleep with your drunk friend.

"Ooooooo youu want to sleeep with meee!" Wilbur said with his idiotic shit eating grin

You decided to not argue with him since he probably wont remember any of this tomorrow.

1st Person Y/N

I carried Wilbur to my bedroom and layed on the bed next to him. He was sitting up.

"Whyy is it soo hooot?" He complained.

"Thats what happens when you drink until you can't stand up- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

HE WAS TAKING HIS FUCKING SHIRT OFF.

"Thaats a biit betterrr." He said, not noticing your bleeding nose.

He layed down and wrapped his arms around you. He was so warm.

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1st person Wilbur

I woke up with a pounding headache. "What the fuck happened-"

I stopped.

Y/N is asleep right next to me. I felt intense heat rising to my cheeks and blood start to gush out of my nose.

"SHIT!" I whisper yelled.

"Wilbur?" I heard them say.

Fuck.

"Y-y-yes?" I hardly got out.

"Are you alright?" I could hear them getting up.

"I-I'm f-fi-fine!" I can't fucking speak.

"Well good. Love you." They said.

THEY SAID LOVE YOU! I felt even more blood pour out of my nose.

"L-l-lo-love y-you t-too" I responded. Fuck me.

I get up to clean my nose and try to recall the events of last night. Some of it came back to me. I remember falling over and also making out with Y/N- WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?

I felt even more blood come out of my nose. Fuck I just finished cleaning the blood from earlier.

I heard Y/N getting up. "Hey Wil, can you come to my room for a second?"

"O-o-okay." I went back to their room.

They shut the door. "Don't we have some unfinished business?" They asked.

Before I could even say anything they kissed me.

THEY KISSED ME. AHHSNDNJJEJJHDHJJWJKISIODOPOEKWMNJSJJSKJ. WHAT DO I DO MY FACE IS PROBABLY TWICE AS RED AS IT WAS LAST NIGHT AND MY NOSE IS GUSHING BLOOD AGAIN.

"I love you, Wil"

(dont worry wilbur didnt die via blood loss hes fine hes just a simp. his body fucking adapted or some shit.)

(A/N)

Okay sorry I didn't post until now but all is well. I have school tomorrow so that sucks but I have a part two to the quackity fic and im halfway through writing another so yeah. Anyways I ate some weird sticky stuff thinking it was syrup so I told my sister that if I die tell my friends and also wattpad followers. I drew the fanart for this one :].

Signing off

'HES TAKING HIS FUCKING SHIRT OFF'

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