wilbur soot x y/n

Chapter one

I sat up, the top of my head hardly appearing in the frame of Wilbur's stream.

He was currently cackling as he played Minecraft with Phil and Tommy and Techno. I believe they were playing the Dream SMP at the time, preparing for a festival of some sort.

"Alrighty, chat! Maybe we can get actual Y/n content later other than a bit of hair and upset comments about how bad we are playing!" Wil joked, causing his chat and friends to laugh along with him.

He waved goodbye, raiding Eret who was live at the time.

"So, on this stream we hit a subgoal." Wil said, slowly turning to me. "Want to guess what it was?" He asked, already grinning.

"I'm guessing it included 'Y/n' content?" I asked the idiot man that I considered one of my best friends.

He slowly nodded, his grin splitting wider. "A baking stream with Niki and you." He laughed, jumping in his chair with pure excitement.

I sighed, pushing my face into the palms of my hands. I loved the man but he was so much work. And plus, I wasn't a fan of using face-cams for streams which is why I stopped appearing in so many streams.

Wil immediately stopped jumping and looked at me with the glint of joy in his eyes dropping in a moment. "I can cancel it. I'll say that you can't make it. I'm so sorry, I forgot when I made it." He immediately began to worry, waving his hands as a way to stim.

"It's fine, Wil. Honestly. I don't mind it all that much. Plus, your chat is normally pretty nice towards me."

He nodded and jumped from his chair onto the floor where he tackled me with a hug.

"AH! William Soot!" I screamed, giggling as Wil began to tickle me. "You bastard, Wil!"

"We're gonna have a fucking noise complaint at nine at night!" Wil laughed as he lay down next to me and looked over at me.

It was almost like we were star gazing in a bedroom. Wilbur's warm eyes made contact with my e/c.

I held the gaze for a bit, but not in an awkward way, just as a way we like to say 'love you platonically' without having to have the chat go insane. Or really any of our friends, at that. Because the world has become a toxic place where if two people are friends people will start shipping them.

"Thanks, Y/n. I've missed streaming with you." Wil said rolling over to wrap me in a hug. I rolled my eyes as Wil took his beanie off and shoved it onto my face.

I yanked off his hat and threw it a few meters away. Wil looked at me and pouted. "Love you, too, you idiot." I muttered, sitting up. Wil sat up with me and gave me a huge hug.

He showed his affection in several ways. Sometimes it was biting people he's comfortable around. And other times it was this. Giving me huge hugs out of the blue.

And I loved the idiot for it. He was genuinely one of the best friends I've ever had. He's one of those friends where he would leave you for absolutely nothing.

Is gay? Love you no matter who you are at a hundred and ten percent.

Bad mental health? I just need to care for you more and more.

Can't eat? Then I'll help you out with stuff or at least try to help you as much as I can with things that I can control.

He's just one of those amazing friends.

"When's the stream?" I ask, standing to walk to my room so I can get a decent nights sleep.

Wilbur thought for a moment, and came across his answer that was buried deep inside his mind. "I want to say around four or five at night tomorrow." He decided. "Niki will be here like half an hour before the stream starts."

I nod and bid him goodnight.