𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 y/n is accidentally visible in wilbur's stream.
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𝐚𝐤𝐚 "tommyinnit donated ten pounds, "who's moving around on your bed?"
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"Alright, and I believe that's it!" Y/n cheered as she twisted in the last screw, pulling away to admire her handiwork. The desk had come out quite well as far as she could see, especially for having assembled it (mostly) by herself.
"Well that wasn't bad at all." A second voice commented. Wilbur stood up from his previous position of being crouched on the floor, knees cracking as he straightened them and head nearly hitting the ceiling of Y/n's small flat.
"No, I guess it wasn't. I still appreciate you coming over to help though," Y/n mimicked his movements, reaching her arms up to stretch them out and earning a popping sound of relief as she did so.
"Yeah of course, anytime," Wilbur nodded reassuringly, looking down at his friend. He'd never been a particularly handy-man but he'd try anything for Y/n. Having known the woman for quite some time, Wilbur seemed to always be just a phone call away.
The tall man stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, rolling back and forward on his feet. He'd only been asked to help set up furniture, so this must've been his cue to leave. Will wasn't quite ready to leave though. The pounding sound coming from his heart was proof of that.
"Hey Y/n?"
He winced at the crack that appeared in his voice, clearing his voice and hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Yeah, what's up?" Y/n responded, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and looking back over at the clearly nervous man beside her, taking note of the pink flush on his cheeks.
Wilbur took a deep breath, trying to gather enough courage to ask what he'd been practicing in his head for weeks. "Do you- would you come on a date with me? As in, you and I?"
His words fumbled together, pale hands picking at the lint in his pockets, dark eyes finally finding their way back to Y/n's.
The woman in question felt butterflies go crazy in her chest. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't infatuated with Wilbur. Sure he was a lovely friend, but most of the reason she even invited him over to help instead of any of her other buddies was because she had a massive crush on him.
Wilbur, who'd yet to revive a response, was beginning to feel more anxious than before. He quickly took his eyes away and breathed shakily. "Right sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'll see myself out." His feet were shaking as he took a step backwards, trying to remember where the door was.
"No wait! Will, I'd love to," Y/n's voice finally caught up with her head. She reached a hand out to his arm, halting his actions. He felt a little cold, although that was a given since it was the middle of autumn. She didn't really mind.
