Fandom One-Shots [Completed]

I Never Danced Like This Before [Wilson] {Don't Starve}

Disclaimer: I do not own Don't Starve or it's characters. 

Plot: Reader gets attacked by a pack of hounds, Wilson feels horrible about it. 

Relationship status: Friends w/ Crushes. 

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(Y/N) nestled close to Wilson's warm body, watching the fire dance in the night. Wilson couldn't help but feel terrible as he gazed down at his friend. (Y/N) was out getting some more wood when the hound came, if Wilson hadn't heard his shouting ... Wilson shook his head which gained the attention of (Y/N). "What's wrong?" He asked, moving aside from him and looking up at him.

With his big, adorable, (E/C) eyes. Wilson blushed slightly and looked away. "I just, feel bad that's all," Wilson responded, which caused (Y/N) to huff. "It wasn't your fault, " (Y/N) then got dangerously close to Wilson's face, more notably his lips. Wilson lends back as he quickly snatched a glance at (Y/N) lips.

"It was my fault, I should have been more careful. So quit blaming yourself." (Y/N) implored, sitting back down on the damp grass. Wilson felt the blood rushed to his cheeks as he stared back at the fire. For a while, the two were in silence, as the night became colder and the sounds of crackling became louder. (Y/N) was the first to break the silence, with a small giggle. "What are you laughing about?" Wilson asked, smiling slightly.

"Nothing. It's just a song my friend will sing to me from time to time." (Y/N) got up from the ground and started to dance. (Y/N) the leg was still injured but stopped bleeding. (Y/N) just moved his upper body, his arms going all over the place. This made Wilson chucked, watching (Y/N) awkwardly dance. "And I want you, we can bring out on the floor." (Y/N) sung, lending left and right.

"Never dance like this before, We don't talk about it." (Y/N) winked at Wilson, making him laugh even more. (Y/N) moved his leg slightly, and then the other leg, until he was swinging again. "Dancin' on do the boogie all night long! Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it!" (Y/N) slowly forgot about the rest of the world, the first time in months when he had some fun! (Y/N) turned over to see Wilson, smiling and enjoying (Y/N) dance. "And I want you!" (Y/N) shouted, pointing at Wilson and making hand motions to join him.

"We can bring out on the floor- Shoot!" (Y/N) shot, falling to the ground. (Y/N) had accidentally tripped on a tree root while dancing. He would've fallen into the fire if it wasn't for Wilson catching him. (Y/N) glanced up at Wilson, seeing the blood rush to his face. The purpose of that is because the way they grabbed him seemed a tad bit sexual and their faces were quite close together.

So close, in fact, both men could feel each other's breaths. Wilson made sure (Y/N) was standing on his two feet again before releasing his hands. "There, now-" Wilson was cut off by a pair of lips, (Y/N) lips. Wilson's lips were rough and slightly bleeding. Wilson was worried about [Y/N] contracting something but his worries slowly disappeared as the kiss went deeper.

If you didn't need oxygen to live, the two would've stayed kissing all night long. But sadly, they weren't in that part of reality, and need to separate. "Woah," Wilson was breathless, and not just because of the lack of air. [Y/N] didn't say anything, just hugged Wilson, staying close to his chest. Wilson just chuckles sheepishly, hugging [Y/N] back.

At some point, Wilson would pick [Y/N] up, and lay both of them down on a nearby log, falling asleep with [Y/N].

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I feel like I had this fic in my drafts for a long time now. So each little section has a different writing style and in some places, rushed. 

Word Count: 613