This follows the eventual get together of the two characters Darkiplier and Wilford warfstache. Both ,in this story, are heavily influenced by headcannons so if they act differently from the cannon I'm sorry!
Wilfords pov: I had a dream about Dark that night. It wasn't very common for me to have dreams other then ones about me getting long awaited revenge on several people, but when it did happen it was mostly about Dark.
The memory of it is fuzzy, but I remember waking up with him in mind and a blush spread upon my face. And I didnt have to feel ashamed about it anymore.
Most of the time I woke up from romantic dreams I would writhe in discomfort. I felt like I shouldn't be subconsciously thinking about him without him truly being romantically connected with me.
But now I could dream as much as I wanted, wether it was in day or night , about him
I rolled over to look at my phone, my bed sheets crumpled and spread messing all over my eyesore of a bed.
I'm clearly restless in the night, tossing and turning constantly.
My bed wasnt the problem, it was beautiful and wonderfully soft. I even have silk bed sheets, if sleeping is something mandatory theres no harm in making it pleasurable to do
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(What it would look like )
As for the rest of my room, it was mostly soft pink and whites. Very nice on the eyes if I do say so myself ( despite the other egos claiming it as an eye sore)
I had a few notifications but one stood out , under the name ' angry tiny man' ( a very fitting contact name for Dark) was a message.
I sat up as I read it , excitement filling me. It read,
"I would like to move in"
He had thought about what I had said after all! Oh how joyous. Hes going to adore my room, especially the black detailing on my bed sheets. Because you know, I'd say hes pretty emo.
I reply with
"Brilliant! We can talk about the details later !"
Before hopping out of bed and getting changed into my usual attire. I could already hear the egos downstairs in the kitchen, chatting away to eachother like usual.
Ah, the egos. That's when I had some conflict.
Now the egos arent all happy go lucky people unlike me. But they arent as easily agitated and grumpy as Dark.
Some of them didn't enjoy Darks company as much as I did because of his attitude, it was also why he didn't get invited on the trips with us. Or share a house with him.
I love him but he snaps easily and doesnt have the patients to work with some of the egos. So I will have to break the news to them lightly
I waltz downstairs to join my many strange friends at the table and sit down in my assigned seat.
"..may I have your attention, gentlemen?"
They where chatting quite loudly, per usual , so did not hear me.
