tommyinnit's sister was the one to introduce him to twitch and youtube. without her, tommyinnit would be just another youtuber, but now he has one of the biggest channels on the whole platform.
as she comes back home from a year in Germany, she gets...
It's comforting to be in a pool when you're intoxicated. There's something... there.
It's like reality just slow downs enough for you to take every year of your life in at once. It's a reminder that you're going to die one day, that you shouldn't take shit for granted. You should tell your loved ones that you love them and give your pet a kiss.
I feel my hair flow around as I see someone jump in to help me. Well, I didn't need any help. As the stubborn peace of shit that I am, I swim away from the person trying to save me and swim to the surface all on my own. Thank fuck I did that, because the person trying to save me was a very drunk Freddie. He might've made an uncomfortable move if I was "saved" by him.
"Y/n, are you okay??" Will somewhat yells in distress, now sitting by the edge of the pool with Quackity. "Oh, yeah! Just chilling in a cold ass pool, you know, the usual." I say sarcastically. Will seems both relieved and worried at the same time. I have no idea what's going through his mind.
I pull myself out of the pool with my hands, jumping up on the edge. Fuck me, I literally just bought this stupid dress...
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(you can change it, but the dress needs to be short and "suggestive")
The concealer was, for obvious reasons, starting to come off. I need to get to the fucking bathroom, NOW.
I look to Will and then at my arm, widening my eyes so he knows I need something. He runs over to me from the other side of the pool and bends down so I can say it quietly. "Will, my arm..." I say. He looks at my face and then at my arm. His eyes widen as he realises what I mean.
"Can I pick you up? I think it'd be cute if I carried you bridal style." Wilbur says, shocked at himself as soon as he finishes the sentence. "Hell yeah!" I say, putting my arms up so he can pick me up. He simply wraps his arms around my back and legs and carries me inside. "WOO!" I hear Quackity yell from outside.
I look at Will. He's blushing and smiling. I look at his lips. Oh, fuck. I just looked at his lips... and I wanted them. Fuck my fucking feelings.
"I actually like this dress a lot. The lacing is cute, the neckline is perfect and the pattern is nice. You look good, Y/n." Will says, looking into my eyes. He takes a not so quick glance at my lips and... I'm swooning for this man. That was so fucking hot, I can't even...
"What got you so confident?" I say, not controlling what I say or do not. "Wine, probably. Maybe just you..." Will says. We're now in the bathroom so Wilbur puts me down and I go to the sink. I know for a fact I'm blushing under all this makeup, which reminds me, I have to fix it.
I grab my concealer and beauty blender and sit down on the edge of the bathtub. I start working on my arms, Will simply staring at me. I look up at him for a moment, expecting to see disgust, but all I see is a sign of sadness in his beautiful eyes. "You should leave. It's grim to just watch this..." I say.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, worry in his tone, as if my answer would be yes. "No, but could you quickly go to my room and grab me a dress? There all in my closet, pick whichever one you want." I say, going back to my arm. "Of course, darling." he says in a deep voice. This catches me off guard, but I don't show it.
As the door closes behind him, I sigh. Feeling this sort of lust has always led to shit... I don't want it to.
—————— Wilbur POV
I exit the bathroom and head straight for the stairs. Theres a few surprising couples here. Dream and George have been making out non-stop, Skeppy and BadBoyHalo have been filming them while occasionally flirting, not to mention Niki and the foxy waitress.
I squeeze past a few people and finally make it to Y/n's room. "Oh, uhh, hey Will!" Tommy says, frantically throwing something out of the window. "Tommy? Why- TOMMY!" I say, realising what's just happened. "Will, don't... fuck... just don't, like, tell anyone, please? Y/n would break..." he says, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I go to Y/n's closet, still in shock, and pick out a dress I think would fit her nicely. It's a laced black dress. Longer than the one she had on now, but not down to her ankles. It still had the price tag on it. "300£? Are you serious?" I ask, mostly to myself. "I bought her that, actually..." Tommy says.
He's now playing with the lighter in his hands. "Will... could you leave? I don't want you here while I do this. I thought I had locked the door..." he says. He obviously feels guilty. "Tommy, I love you like a brother, but I don't think hiding is the best thing to do, especially from the one person who raised you. It's not good... any part of this is shit..." I say.
Tommy gets up and hugs me after putting his lighter and pack in his pocket. "I'll tell her, but not at a party, yea? Also, I'm going to be photographing your New Year's kiss because Em can't make it." Tommy says, returning back to his usual self. "I'm going to tell Y/n if you say shit like that." I say. Tommy looks at me, death written on his face. "I won't." I say. The boy sighs in relief.
"I'm rooting for you guys, you know?" Tommy says. "God, fuck this. I'm out!" I say. "Why are you taking that with you?" he asks me. "Fundy pushed your sister into the pool, so I have to bring her a change of clothes." I reply simply. "FUNDY WHAT???" he yells. "TOMMY! Calm your shit! He's extremely intoxicated and passed out in a bush, stop." I explain.
Tommy looks angry, really angry. "I might never want to leave your sister." I say, looking at him. He looks back at me with confused happiness. "CAUGHT IN 4K, BABY!" Tommy says. "I didn't mean it like that... no, actually? Yes I fucking did. I never want to be apart from her. I'm physically sad when I'm not with her." I say.
Tommy looks shocked as I leave the room and go to the bathroom to hand Y/n the dress.
God, did I mean those words. One day I'll prove it.
