𝕄ℂ𝕐𝕋 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕣 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕥 ~ 𝔸𝕞𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕞

Request: No. Maybe one day I will actually write the stuff people request but not today

MCYT: Wilbur Soot

Minecraft or Irl: Irl

Type: Fluff. We haven't had Wilbur fluff yet, I thought I'd treat yall

Pronouns: She/Her

Notes: Y/N= Your name, Y/h/c = Your hair colour

Premise: Basically I saw an interview with Wilbur where he said one time when he was 17 he snuck out his house and fucking went to Amsterdam. And I was like, oooooh cool. So yeah, it's just that, but you're there.

Trigger warnings: Swearing

Wilbur's POV

"Come on man, just fucking ask her already." I blinked at my friend.

"What?" I must have misheard him.

"Ask her out already. You like her. She... Tolerates you. What's the worst that could happen?" He threw his arms in the air, exasperated. I leapt over, placing my hand over his mouth, glancing back at the girl standing by the window with her friends.

"She'll hear you!" I hissed. "And as for what could go wrong? Literally so many things I couldn't count them." I sighed. Y/N was simply a fantasy for me, a wish that nothing could make come true.

"Oh my god, Wil, you're such a pussy!" My best friend rolled his eyes.

"I'm not!" I retorted indignantly.

"Then ask her." He shrugged, smirking. Now this was a problem. If I didn't do it, I'd let my friend ridicule and call me names for basically eternity. And if I did do it... Well. I had a high chance of fucking up everything. Y/N was barely my friend. She'd never entertain talking to me after this. Aw fuck it, might as well.

"Fine. I will." I saw my friend's eyes widen comically. He raised an eyebrow, gesturing to where she was stood.

"Make it stand out. Lead the way, my friend." He chuckled. He was enjoying this. I pulled nervously on the hem of my school jumper, fiddling with a loose thread. I cleared my throat after I reached her side. She didn't hear me at first, but after her friends began giggling and pointing at me, she turned.

"Uh... Hey, Y/N..." I started. This sent her friends into hysterics.

"Come on guys, give it a bloody rest. Hey William." She smiled.

"Actually, I go by Wilbur, but it's okay." This proved how much we talked.

"Oh, sorry... Wilbur." My friend was behind me, giving a sarcastic thumbs up.

"Look, I was just wondering if... You wanted to, you know... Go on a date? With me. Uh... To Amsterdam." What the fuck did I just say. Amsterdam?! I was trying to think of a nice place around Brighton... And I said Amsterdam. Stupid, stupid nerves. My face was crimson at this point. This time, her friends didn't laugh, they simply seemed shocked.

"Amsterdam?" Y/N said, confused.

"I mean, yeah, it'll be fun." I tried to smile, playing it off as a joke.

"You're funny, Wilbur," She laughed slightly, but not in a mean way, "I'll consider it." She joked, playing along. Okay, good, she hadn't immediately dismissed me. She did think I was joking. And she was playing along with it. But it wasn't flat out rejection. But she was treating this like a joke, meaning I had no way to get a straight answer. I forced a laugh before excusing myself, exiting the classroom.