MCYT Oneshots ~ Dak0taDonut

~Wish - Techbur~

(Written on Nov 19th, 2020.)

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AU: In this universe, there's this one thing that happens every year on January 3rd. It's called 'The Wishing Twilight'. Pretty much, when you go to sleep on the 3rd, you'll pretty much be given a lucid vision as your dream, (that you will be able to remember perfectly in the morning.) that shows your deepest desires. Most of the time, you're shown something that you already knew you wanted. But sometimes...

Warnings: Swearing

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January 3rd had always been a day Wilbur looked forward to. He loved the concept of The Wishing Twilight, and he had always found it extremely intriguing to watch his desires change over the years.

And, to Wilburs delight, it was currently January 3rd! It was almost 9:00, and he was on a call with his friend, Technoblade.

"I just don't see the point, you know?" Techno said, "Like, I totally respect your opinion, but the idea of being given a vision of my so-called 'deepest desires' doesn't sound all that appealing to me."

Wilbur frowned, unable to understand why learning more about yourself would be something to dislike. "Fair enough, I suppose," Wilbur replied, despite not understanding Techno at all. He tended to be a bit mysterious. Wilbur paused for a moment before speaking again. "Hey, I think I'm gonna call it a night, that okay?"

"Of course.. sleep when you want," Techno said, confusion laced in his tone, "Are you feeling okay? You never seem tired until like... 11:30, usually.."

Wilbur could feel heat rise to his face, but he was unsure why. He didn't know why it made him feel so happy to hear that Techno cared. "E-er- I'm feeling f-fine."

Okay, why the fuck was he stuttering?

"Oh- or do you just want to go do your vision thing?" Technoblade teased slightly, chuckling. "Alright, I won't hold you back from your dreams."

"Haha," Wilbur replied, his tone humorously annoyed. The brunette rolled his eyes, grinning nonetheless. "I'll talk to you tomorrow morning, 'kay?"

"Okay. Have a good vision, or- whatever.."

Wilbur laughed one last time before disconnecting from the call. Quickly, right before Wilbur went to sleep, he messaged his friend one last time.

Techno 💞

(Donut: you're telling me you have a fucking heart emoji (and it's the two hearts with a swirl which I basically think of as two hearts combined into one love) next to his name on your contacts and you're wondering why you're blushing? What the fuck-)

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You: gn, ill be dreaming about you ;))

It was a joke, of course, but as soon as Wilbur pressed the send button, he regretted it. A blush crept up his face in realization of what he had practically said. Normal friends don't really flirt like that-

I mean, unless it's Dream and George, but they were more than friends so that didn't count. They were just... Wilbur thought about the two for a moment longer. They were just dumb. (Donut: how fucking hypocritical of you.)

The lanky boy crawled into his bed, thinking hard. Was this all normal? Being happy that a friend cared, stuttering and blushing around them, flirting.. After taking a second look at his text to Technoblade, Wilbur noticed the hearts that he had seemingly subconsciously added next to his friend's name. Okay, no.

This wasn't normal.

Wilbur was too tired to think straight. His mind seemed to be whizzing around faster and faster as his body shut down. The last thought that went through his mind before slipping into his vision was, "Do I.. like him-?"