Collide : Wilbur X Reader

Chapter 1 - Departure

The suitcase wheels rattled against the pavement as I hurried through the train station, dodging people who clearly had no idea what personal space was. My backpack dug into my shoulder, my phone buzzed nonstop in my pocket, and my brain was stuck repeating one single, pressing thought:

Do I have enough socks?

I mean, sure, it was too late to go back now, but that didn't stop the sudden panic that I'd somehow forgotten to pack basic human necessities. Or, worse—what if I forgot something actually important? Like my laptop charger? Or deodorant?

Breathe, Y/N. You got this.

The station was packed. People in business suits rushed past, heads down, muttering into their phones. Families dragged half their lives in overstuffed suitcases. A toddler screamed somewhere in the distance, which, honestly, was kind of relatable.

I checked my phone and, yep—I was already running late.

"You're gonna miss the train at this rate."
Wilbur, 11:29
"Imagine missing the last train. Also, why the fuck do I always manage to text at even numbered times..."
Ranboo, 11:30
"Skill issue. Btw, I'm already at the next stop, losers."
Tommy, 11:30

I rolled my eyes, pushing through the crowd. I was not about to be the idiot who missed the train on my first day of college.

———

By some miracle, I made it onto the train just in time, dropping into a seat by the window with an exhausted sigh. The doors hissed shut behind me, and the train lurched forward.

Okay. I did it. No disasters so far.

The group chat was still going strong.

"No you're not. You literally just texted that from your bedroom."
Wilbur, 11:34
"Built different."
Tommy, 11:34
"You overslept, didn't you?"
Ranboo, 11:36
"Shut up or I'll shove this phone up your ass so high you'll be a space shuttle"
Tommy, 11:36

I snorted, shaking my head. Same old Tommy.

Outside, the city slowly blurred into the countryside. My reflection stared back at me in the window—blonde hair slightly messy from rushing, gunmetal-blue orbs still carrying the remnants of sleep.

This was happening. I was leaving home, moving to Imperial College London, about to start an entirely new life.

And, somehow, I wasn't completely terrified.

Maybe because I wasn't doing it alone.

———

The train station at my stop was massive. People swarmed everywhere, dragging luggage, hugging their families goodbye, or, in my case, trying not to trip over my own feet as I wrestled my suitcase onto the platform.

I barely had time to check my phone before I heard someone shouting my name.

"Y/N! Oi, you slowpoke!"

I turned just in time to see Tommy barreling toward me, shoving through people like he owned the place. Behind him, Wilbur stood by a pillar, shaking his head, while Ranboo towered next to him, watching the chaos unfold.

"Jesus, Tommy, give her a second to breathe," Wilbur sighed.

"NO! SHE WAS LATE," Tommy declared, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me dramatically. "We could've lost her forever!"

I smacked his hands away, laughing. "We were literally texting the entire time."

"Still."

Wilbur gave me a grin, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "You ready for this?"

I exhaled, looking around. The reality of it all started sinking in—the sheer size of the city, the endless possibilities stretching ahead of us.

"Yeah," I said, grinning back. "I think I am."

———-

Moving in was a nightmare.

The dorm hallways were packed, boxes and suitcases blocking every possible path. People shouted back and forth, trying to figure out where they were supposed to go. Someone was blasting music from a speaker, and at least two different groups of people had already taken over the common area.

My room was small but decent, and I had just started unpacking when there was a knock at my door.

I opened it to find someone I definitely recognized.

"Yo," Toby Smith—better known as Tubbo—grinned at me, leaning against the doorframe like he totally hadn't just waltzed into my life unannounced. "So you're the mysterious Y/N, huh?"

I blinked. "Uh. Yeah? And you're Tubbo."

"Correct!" He stepped inside without hesitation, looking around my barely unpacked room. "Nice setup. You stream, right? I think I've seen your stuff before."

I blinked again. Tubbo had seen my stuff? What kind of alternate universe had I stepped into?

Before I could respond, there was another loud knock, and this time, the door practically burst open.

"YOU!"

I barely had time to register Jack Manifold barging in before he pointed dramatically at me, eyes narrowed.

"You're the one who beat my BedWars record," he declared. "We need to settle this. Right now."

I stared at him. "...I literally just got here."

"Excuses."

Tubbo clapped his hands together. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

I groaned, dropping onto my bed. Day one and chaos had already found me.

This was going to be a long, long year.