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giinity · 7 days

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mildyly affected by an edible BUT i got really emotional thinking about c!tommy for the first time in a long time. it’s just…..he was just a kid!! a child!! and child soldier that was thrust into a world that didn’t want him and didn’t want him to succeed and all he had were his connections to his friends and his brother and all he wanted was to great a HOME!!!

ALL C!TOMMY EVER WANTED WAS TO GO HOMEEEEE AND HANG OUT WITH HIS OLDER BROTHER AND GET IN TROUBLE AND JUST GENUINELY BE A CHILDDDDD

like he sacrificed EVERYTHING literally everything he could to build out this home with the people he cares about safely in their own nation and he was still left behind or betrayed by everyone in the end so it was ultimately for nothing

he was a child soldier trying desperately to keep his family together and safe despite literally every adult character on the server being actively harmful to him and he was the one responsible for keeping himself together

like i think back to exile all the time and this might just be me reminiscing and wanting for that period in my life and that feeling back but i was genuinely so affected by exile, logging on everyday to watch as this child soldier slowly loses more and more of his will to live until he tries to kill himself, rethinks half way, and escapes to techno, probably one of the last people he could even think to trust

and god i miss technoblade, i think back to his stream and his videos all the time and am getting a tattoo as tribute to him and his contribution and i loved his content and god he committed!! like the dsmp was CRAZY in which the streams you watched were (for most creators) ENTIRELY in character and techno and tommy deserved OSCARS for that fucking acting like their confrontation at both the festival and doomsday was POWERFUL BROUGHT ME TO TEARS and outside of dsmp content they were so good together!! literally i was obsessed i watched streams almost everyday i felt so connected to people and to a community (in general terms)

i just, i miss that time. i miss the art and the fics and being so intertwined with fan made content for a plot line that while not always thought out was full of flawed characters and themes and motifs it was crazy

and while this might make no sense as i am slightly high rn i just wanted to ramble about dsmp bc i feel like i never got closure on that part of my life and i want to go back and finish all the fics i opened on an extra tab and never went back to read like i missed that era so bad and i’ve been looking for one like it ever since

#dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #minecraft roleplay #this is NOT pro cc!wilbur or anything of the sort don’t think bc i miss the brotherly relationship that i excuse or support anything #the creator has done #i just miss that part of my life #the constant streams???#bro karl and quackitys random streams at night literally were a god send like i miss that so much #literally a godsend #like i would watch all the time i need that again

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werenotacoupleyesyouare · 2 months

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Right no PSA I’ll probably be posting/reposting cwilbur and ctntduo. If you’re uncomfortable with that I completely understand and I encourage you to unfollow/block

#i don’t support cc!w in any way shape or form. c!wilbur is commpletely separate to me #but I understnd that for others he’s not so please take cre of yourselves and your internet experience #I wish you all the best on this webbed site #thank you for the fun times :))

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tmmyhug · 2 months

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“ccs waiting until it was safe to dunk on wilbur for internet points without actually supporting shubble shows they don’t actually care, why didn’t they say anything earlier” and “many ccs especially the younger ones were also manipulated/fooled by wilbur and there are a lot of reasons for someone not to speak up until they feel safe,” are both valid statements i thibk.

#vees train of thought #abuse

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verlierer-is-lost · 2 months

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Never thought I would EVER make another dsmp post again… yet here we are. Another CC ends up being an abuser.

I think it’s most disappointing to me because it’s Wilbur, the only streamer I actually gave most of my attention(and money) to. It doesn’t really matter tho, at the end of the day I’m just glad that Shubble had the courage to come out and talk about what she went through. It means a lot to me.

I don’t watch Shubble’s content, so I don’t know much about her. But I do personally understand how hard it is to talk about this kind of stuff. I fully support her and hope she’s doing well.

With all that being said, perhaps it is time for Content Creators to stop being “friends” with minors ‼️ because oh my god the amount of literal children that were around that man these past few years is actually horrifying. Ik Bilzo has already talked about his own experience, but I can’t even begin to imagine how many others felt unsafe around Wilbur. Tommy obviously hasn’t said anything, and I don’t expect him to. He’s known Wilbur since he was 15 years old, they’re practically brothers. Since he has a lot influence on Tommy, I have absolutely no idea how things might turn out from here. The more I look into this, the more I realize how badly Tommy has been treated. While I feel for Shubble, I also sympathize with any of the teens who were also affected.

I have more to say, but this whole situation has been triggering so I’m gonna leave it at that. Plus I don’t wanna take away anymore attention from Shelby by talking about other streamers.

Anyway, always support victims 🫶🏽

#cw assault #shubble #support victims #wilbur soot #mcyt #him and dream can rot in hell

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zorishy · 2 months

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Wake up honey, Zorishy Posted new Bur art

Hello, I’m back and here to bring you a combination of my two favorite things to draw: Burs/tropesonas and Japanese street fashion.

I will eventually be putting up polls for what styles to draw Spencer (Simpbur), Danny (Phantombur), Argos (Argbur), Keith (Dr malpractice), 😶 (Zonebur), and Apollo (100pbur) in

#Burs reclaimed #bursonas #Tropesonas #Zorishy art #ghostbur #pogbur #revivebur #lmanbur #japanese street fashion #I love putting my scrimblos in cool clothes #I don’t support cc!wilbur #Keep in mind that I did research each of these fashion styles before drawing them

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normalaboutcemeraldduo · 2 months

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I haven’t seen anyone make a post like this about Wilbur soot, and I want to, because this specific thing is important to me.

First off, support Shelby, we love and support Shelby here, she’s such a strong and brave person and I’m so fucking glad that she said something and now we all know about this.

Now

I do not support Wilbur soot at all. He’s a piece of shit. I don’t fucking like or support or want to see him. However I love his character

C!wilbur has always been so important to me. And since I haven’t seen anyone else say this, I want to.

It’s okay if you still like the character

Its okay if you still want fanart of the character

It’s okay if you still want to read about the character

Cc Wilbur has no creative liberty over the character anymore, especially since the dream smp has ended.

If you want to oc-ifiy the character, do it! Have fun!! Id love to see the ocs!!!!/gen

But if that character holds a really important place to you, and you genuinely care about the CHARACTER, it’s perfectly okay to still like them.

You looking at fanart of the character doesn’t give cc!wilbur any money or attention at all. Same with fanfiction

And in my eyes at least, as long as you aren’t supporting that piece of shit, if you want to enjoy a fictional character, that’s okay.

I’m still going to make fanart and write and I still have headcanons, and I also hate the content creator so much.

I really hope this post is coherent, I love all of you (/p), have some water, listen to some music, take a break. Remember it’s also okay if you’re really fucking upset about this, I am too. Just take care of yourself and do whatever it you need to do

#emerald rambles #emeraldsillyposting #but emerald posting either way #not so silly #serious post #wilbur soot #wilbur situation #shubble #cc!wilbur #shit will be ok #i promise #c!wilbur is NOT cc!wilbur #cc Wilbur can go fuck himself #shelby support

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yasminthespiritfaninnit · 2 months

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Everyone, please stop reblogging my posts defending CC!Wilbur. I don’t regret taking the side of innocent until proven guilty. But he’s guilty.

I was fucking wrong and I am sorry to everyone who was trying to tell me that.

I am not leaving the fandom but fuck Cc!Wilbur.

Support Shelby Shubble!

#wilbur soot #tw: abuse #discourse #shelby shubble #you can reblog this

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loversj0y · 7 months

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bad day?

cc!wilbur soot x gn! reader

TWs: dissociation, explicit implications of self harm, blood

word count: 2.1k

note: please, please, please, heed the trigger warnings. i have been going through a rough time and i wrote this fic as a coping mechanism, so please be aware of what you are going into. it's not my best work but it brought me some comfort to write it, so i hope it may bring you some comfort to read it

There was blood on your hands.

Why was there blood on your hands?

You looked up in the mirror. It took a few minutes to recognize where you were. You didn’t recognize yourself, but you knew you were looking at yourself.

You were standing at your sink. There was blood on your hand, dripping into the sink. Fuck.

You were slowly coming to, turning on the water from the sink and gently running your wrist until the tap. You held in a whimper, hissing at the feeling. As irritating as it was, the cool water and the sting helped ground you more and more into yourself. Once you washed the majority of the blood off your hands and arm, you sighed, slowly taking a seat on the bathroom floor. You couldn’t stand staring at the stranger in the mirror anymore. Opening up the cabinet, you pulled out the first aid kit, nestled at the back behind Wilbur’s spare hair products. The first aid kit collected dust most days now. It almost felt like it was mocking you as you opened it up, pulling out some supplies.

You made quick work out of cleaning. You didn’t want to have to stay here staring at your arm for any longer than you had to, and you’d rather not still be here on the floor when Wilbur got back from filming. After you were properly bandaged, you pulled a hoodie on and just collapsed straight into bed. You had no conscious idea of what time it was, but you felt exhausted regardless.

You stared at your bandage for a few moments, tracing the line of where the gauze met your skin. Wilbur taught you how to do it properly. Your recovery was no secret to him, and he had always been incredibly supportive. However, the first time he had seen the way you bandage your arm, he looked almost appalled and immediately pulled out the first aid kit again.

“Darling,” he was chuckling lightly, as if the issue was something far lighter than it was, and it made you feel more at ease as he started undoing the bandage you had done. “I’m going to teach you how to do this properly, alright? I don’t want you getting an infection on me.”

“And how do you know how to do it properly?” You asked, eyebrow raised.

He hummed, pulling out some antiseptic cream and gauze. “You don’t spend as much time in and out of hospitals for no reason without picking up small things. I went in once because I had a pain in my side that my brain convinced me was my liver failing.” He started rubbing the cream onto your arm so delicately as he continued, “While they went to do tests, I was sharing a hospital room with this guy who had gotten this bad infection on a scrape on his leg. They were training some new nurses, so they started going over appropriate techniques for wrapping cuts and scrapes.”

“And you listened?”

He looked up at you, pausing his hands to just smile fondly at you and chuckle, “of course I did. As convinced I was that my liver was failing, I also just thought to myself: well, if I survive this, there’s nothing saying the next time I get scraped up won’t be my end. So may as well learn how to prevent it and buy myself some time to say goodbyes.”

You snorted softly, “That’s pretty dark.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t doing the best at the time,” he chuckled lightly, “but it was for the better. Because now, I can make sure that doesn’t happen to you.”

You smiled gently at him, leaning forward to kiss him gently. “Thank you, Wilbur.”

“Of course, darling. Anything.” He smiled, turning his attention back down to finish wrapping your arm.

Once he finished, he turned your hand over, kissing the top of the bandages.

“If you’re trying to be cliché, that’s the wrong side,” you hummed.

“Oh please, I saw your face when I was wrapping you, I know how tender your arm is right now. The day one of my kisses hurts you will be the day I die.”

You flushed softly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently, “Dramatic much?”

“For you, darling? Always.”

You thought about that night as you pulled your sleeve back down to cover the bandage. No matter how much you knew Wilbur wouldn’t judge you for it, you still felt a shame bubbling in the back of your chest. Instead of pondering it or letting it consume you, you let the exhaustion take over you instead.

You woke up to the feeling of arms wrapping around you, shifting and sighing.

“Hi, darling,” Wilbur spoke softly as you turned to face him, settling into his arms, “Bad day?”

You nodded softly, sighing and looking up at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. Never judgemental, always kind, even if he was finding you in bed after a few days. Even if your room was a mess and your hair was oily and you couldn’t stop crying. He always met you with nothing but kindness.

He gently brushed some hair out of your face, gently kissing your forehead. He spoke gently, “I saw the first aid kit on the bathroom floor.” He kept the light smile on his face, as if he was asking you about the weather, not your own mental doom. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just lay here for a bit.”

You leaned forward, resting your head on his chest. When you spoke, your voice was a bit jagged, “Lay here first. Talk after.”

He nodded, pulling you into him closer. You pressed your head onto him, relaxing slowly. You focused on the sound of his heartbeat, closing your eyes again. He hummed softly. You could spend the next day just lying here before you spoke again, and he would never complain. He’d take as much time as you needed.

You didn’t know how much time passed before you opened your eyes again. When you did, you watched Wilbur’s face for a moment. Contently, he continued to hum, eyes closed as one hand absentmindedly traced figures into your back. You took a deep breath before speaking softly.

“I don’t really know what happened,” you spoke. His eyes opened slowly, his gaze full of nothing but love and acceptance. He nodded a bit, waiting for you to go on.

It took you a while to continue, but he didn’t push, just waited patiently.

“It felt like a glitch or something. One second I was staring at myself in the mirror and the next I was staring at blood dripping into the sink. I don’t even remember doing it.”

He nodded, keeping you close, “Did something trigger you?”

You frowned a bit, “I- I don’t know. I don’t think so, I just…” You trailed off, unsure of how to put it into words.

“That’s okay. To not know,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “walk me through your day. I’ll try and see something you don’t.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright, uh. I woke up pretty late. You’d been gone for a while already, the bed was cold.”

“How were you feeling when you woke up?” He asked softly.

“Uh,” you thought, “hard to say. I- I guess numb? Didn’t particularly sway one way or the other.”

He nodded, “Alright, continue.”

You nodded, “I went to the kitchen first. Didn’t change out of my pajamas, but I went and I got water. Then I made some breakfast, something light, but I don’t remember what.” You took a deep breath, thinking back and sighing, “I- I remember feeling gross.”

“Gross?”

“Like physically? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d showered, so I just felt gross. So I went to take a shower. I- I felt… rough. Couldn’t look at myself without feeling gross, no matter how much I’d cleaned myself. At one point, I was just staring at the floor completely… blank. There were no thoughts really going through my head, it just felt like I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“What got you out of it?” He asked gently.

“My phone went off. I- I never actually checked it, but the sound startled me enough to pull me out of it. I got out, got dressed and everything. And I stopped in front of the mirror to put product in my hair, but when I started looking at myself, it just… cut out from there.” You finished, frowning and focusing your eyes on the seam of his sweater.

He nodded softly, “Can I see the bandage?”

You shifted your arm, lifting the hoodie sleeve to show him. “I used your method, don’t worry.”

He inspected it carefully, nodding. “Should probably change them, it’s been a while. Are you alright with me doing it, or would you rather do it yourself?”

“You can do it,” you spoke softly.

He nodded, standing briefly to grab the first aid kit. “How here are you?”

You sighed, thinking. “About 95%. Still not fully here, but I’m mostly all back to myself.”

He nodded, sitting back on the bed next to you. He carefully started undoing your bandages, humming again to himself as he finished getting them off.

“This will sting,” he warned, waiting for your nod before gently starting to wipe the wounds with an alcohol wipe to disinfect them. You hissed softly, and he gently shushed you.

“I know, darling, it’s alright. I’m almost done, you’re doing great,” he spoke softly, distracting you until he’d finished cleaning them.

“There you are, the hard part is over, love,” he spoke softly, grabbing the antiseptic cream and gauze, starting the process of dressing your wounds once more.

“Scale of one to ten, how bad do you think they are?” He asked softly.

“Physically? They’re not that bad, probably a six. Mentally, I’m not sure. Probably a nine.”

“A nine?” He asked softly, focused on wrapping the gauze over your wrist but still listening intently.

“It’s just another reminder that I’m not doing good. That I’m never going to be able to fully heal. I know healing is not linear, but it’s still frustrating to have a physical reminder of it.”

He nodded softly, “I can understand that. I think you may just be focusing on the wrong thing.”

You tilted your head, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think when this happens, you focus on the whole thing about breaking the amount of time you’ve been clean. Am I right?”

You nodded, so he continued.

“I think instead of focusing on the streak being broken, we should focus on how good it is that you went as long as you did. You’re treating an addiction like a competition instead of an addiction. You can’t just stop all at once, especially when you were used to doing this every day. So instead of being upset that you didn’t go as many days as you wanted or that you have to start over, focus on the fact that you went as long as you did without doing it. Because it’s a big thing, and a good thing. It deserves its praise.”

He finished wrapping your wrist, and he placed a gentle kiss to your palm.

You sat up, slowly leaning forward and resting your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly.

He wrapped his arms around you gently, whispering back, “of course, darling.”

You kissed his shoulder lightly, and he rubbed your back gently.

He waited calmly for you to pull away before pulling you into a gentle kiss. He placed a hand on your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You kissed him back gently before resting your face into his hand.

“You said your phone going off helped break you out of it when you were in the shower, yeah?”

You nodded softly, looking up at him.

He used his other hand to gently brush your hair from your face, “alright. Moving forward, when I’m not home or not with you, I’ll text you at least once at the start of every hour. And unless I know you’re busy, if you don’t respond within… thirty minutes, I’ll call you. Does that sound good?”

You nodded softly, “That sounds good. Maybe within twenty instead of thirty though.”

He nodded, “alright. We can experiment with it or change it up occasionally to see what works best. Good game plan?”

“Good game plan,” you nodded softly.

He smiled, pulling you in for another gentle kiss.

“Good. Now, choose your comfort film of choice, alright? I’ll order your favourite in too, God knows I won’t be cooking tonight.”

#mar writes #wilbur soot x reader #mcyt x reader #lovejoy #dsmp x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfiction #mcytumblr #mcyt wilbur #dsmp #dsmp fanfic

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ozzybutweirdthistime · 2 months

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You know I just realized... cc!Tommy is probably not doing good right now. Like first Techno, one of his bestest friends and role model dies. Then Dream, another one of his role models and friend is revealed to be horrible. Then, Wilbur his basically brother figure is also revealed to be horrible.

Like, the dude must be a wreck.

i just want to say, i feel unfathomably sorry for everyone that was ever hurt by wilbur in any way. i don’t understand why people act like shit like this, and it pisses me off so badly.

fuck wilbur soot, and support shubble and other victims of abuse

#tw wilbur soot #wilbur soot #tw abuse

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seriouslycalamitous · 2 months

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For those of you who don’t have twitter, an ex-french admin has come out and revealed the working conditions of the QSMP.

Admins get paid pennies IF ANYTHING, WHICH INCLUDES EVERYONE WHO DOES ROLEPLAY LIKE THE EGGS, events are not planned in the slightest, staff are not allowed to make group chats with each other or speak to any of the CCs off stream, they get paid NOTHING for the artwork they are told to create, nor for their builds, etc.

There were TWO French admins TOTAL. INCLUDING POMME’S ADMIN, AND BOTH SEEM TO HAVE BEEN LAID OFF. The first (not pomme’s admin, they’re DanSir’s admin) spoke out here in this thread and more on their twitter account. Pomme’s admin was reportedly removed from the whitelist because they suspected her of “giving information” to this other french admin, which was reportedly not true, and which also leaves the QSMP with ZERO FRENCH ADMINS. This hasn’t only happened to the french members of the community though, everyone is being mistreated.

Another user spoke out to say the twitter update admins, who report for HOURS AT A TIME on the players as they go, are not paid nor treated with respect either. This same user also revealed that they are told not to address “controversies” on any official accounts OR EVEN ON THEIR PERSONAL ACCOUNTS.

BY CONTROVERSIES, THEY MEAN FOREVER BEING OUTTED AS A GROOMER AND WILBUR BEING OUTTED AS A DOMESTIC ABUSER. Those are just “controversies” to them.

All the admins are also made to sign faulty NDAs and threatened with legal action if they disobey the higher ups.

TO BE CLEAR: This is not the fault of the ADMINS so they should not be harassed or targeted for this at all. No matter if they leave or decide to stay with the team despite this disrespect. It’s the higher ups that are paying people less than minimum wage monthly for working themselves to the bone. Quackity has claimed to have very little involvement with the server management as he is a player himself, and obviously he need to buckle down and take care of this mess, because workers are in ABUSIVE CONDITIONS.

I am not the most informed person on the situation at hand, but this is the information i have been given. More is bound to come out as the situation evolves. It’s insane. Twitter is aflame with rage, and they are justified. Educate yourselves if you can, and support the admins during this difficult time.

(If i am wrong on anything in this, or some parts don’t really make sense, i apologize, i’m writing this at work as this situation is being brought to light. I’m no expert.)

#SUPPORT THE QSMP ADMINS #qsmp #quackity

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monigeko · 2 months

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Alright guys, back through the ringer. I’ve not been a GeorgeNotFound fan in a long while, so this is easier for me then Wilbur Soot but again, making a statement.

Caitibugzz went on stream to tell her story about a sexual assault she experienced from an older CC when she was 18, like Shubble she did not name names, but there is a case building against GeorgeNotFound (ex. him matching the age she described, and her best friend Rue on twitter liking a post that said it was likely gnf)

While there is no explicit proof that it is him she’s talking about, this mirrors the Wilbur situation closely so I am more inclined than ever to believe the signs until official confirmation is made otherwise. Support victims, a lot of people are trying to discredit her, and spread hate against people saying it’s George. Well people said it wasn’t Wilbur, and it ended up being him.

Again, I don’t have much of an emotional stake in this, since i’m not a fan currently, and I certainly have STRONG feelings about some of the things he’s said and done in the past, but I still want to take a very strong stand in support for Caiti because sexual abuse is a crime beyond just making some shitty comments on the internet and having bad takes i disagree with and if it is George it should be handled seriously.

I will be waiting for an official statement, and I do not think sending direct hate to George, like any death threats, is going to be productive. We should all still make sure not to support him or his content right now too. It’s better to be safe, than sorry. If you are a fan, take the time to mentally prepare yourself for that disconnect, because if it does end up being him it’ll save you some heartache in the future. You can always reignite your support of him if it turns out to be someone different, but it’s better to stop support sooner rather than later if he does truly get outed as a super shitty person.

#moni thoughts #georgenotfound #caitibugzz #support victims

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modelbus · 1 year

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congrats on 500!! I love your work you deserve all the love :D

could you do cc!wilbur x reader with the friends to lovers and accidental confession trope? maybe he accidentally confesses after the wine stream with quackity so the reader can't tell if he means it or not?

WINE STREAM DRUNK CONFESSION !! And thank you!!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Friends to lovers - Accidental confession

The second Wilbur comes stumbling out of Quackity’s streaming room, you know you’re in for a long night. Or, at the very least, a long drive. You had foolishly offered to drive him to his hotel after the stream, not realizing that gave him a pass to get as drunk as he wanted.

Unfortunately for you, he made full use of that pass.

“How do you even get this drunk off wine?!” You exclaim, rushing to support his weight.

Even drunk he’s still Wilbur, grinning like a fucking fool with his arm over your shoulders.

“Only the wine experts know how to get the most alcohol out of it.”

He's not a wine expert.

“Okay Mr. Wine Expert, just get in the car. Is Quackity as bad as you?”

“You think Quackity is a wine expert?” He pouts. It's cute, but you quickly shake that thought away.

You decide it’s probably better if you don’t answer that one. “Can I trust you to get in the car's passenger side?”

“Yeah.” He straightens and holds his hand out expectantly.

“Oh, hell no, you’re not getting the keys. Sit in the cold car and pray it’ll sober you up a little. I’m saying goodbye to Quackity for you.”

You watch him for a second, making sure he won’t fall on his face. Thank God he doesn't because you aren't quite sure what you'd do if he did. Once he’s out the door you pop your head into the mess that is Quackity’s streaming room.

“I’m taking Wilbur back to the hotel.” You tell him.

“Good. I can’t deal with the bastard anymore.” Quackity’s grinning, obviously joking. “Careful out there.”

“Half the fun is driving us off the road.” You joke.

“If you or Wilbur die, I’ll cry. And I’m not a pretty crier.” It’s a threat, in a weird Quackity way.

“Fine, I'll be all safety. Bye Quackity!”

When you make it to your car, you’re pleased to see that Wilbur managed to get himself in the correct seat. He's drumming his fingers in the silence, humming something. You get into the driver’s seat, turning up the heat and turning down the radio without him even asking.

“A little more sober now?” You tease, carefully backing out of the driveway and heading down the road.

“Nope.” After a second he adds, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

There was nothing for him to thank you for. To you, making sure he was safe was as important and easy as breathing. But Wilbur was nothing if not polite at heart, even while drunk from a ridiculous amount of wine.

“Driving me.”

Of course you’d drive him. Maybe it had more to do with your feelings for him and less with the years of friendship, but it didn’t particularly matter. You’d do the same for most people, you’re pretty sure. Just even more so for him.

“No need to thank me. It’s why you keep me around.” You joke, risking a glance over at him.

Wilbur looks absolutely outraged at your joke, sitting up straighter. It takes all you have not to laugh at him. He was definitely a sight tonight, and at least a little endearing.

“No!” He exclaims.

“I know, Wil. I was joking. You don’t need to thank me because I’m your friend. It’s what friends do.”

“No.” He repeats.

This time, you do laugh. “Yes. Like… like Quackity.” You name the first person to pop into your head.

“No. Not at all.”

“Not at all? Like who then?”

“You’re not my friend. Not like Quackity.”

Apparently Wilbur could also be a fucking asshole while drunk. Your hands tighten on the wheel as you blink rapidly, trying not to let it show how much his words hurt. He was your best friend, but apparently to him you weren’t even his friend.

Hearing those words was like a stab to your heart, killing any foolish hope you ever had of him reciprocating your more than platonic feelings. Hell, it killed the idea you thought was a fact of him reciprocating platonic feelings.

“Take a nap or something.” You say stiffly, trying not to cry.

“You’re not like Quackity,” he continues loudly, completely ignoring you, “because I don’t think of you how I think of him.”

“No? I’m just the random person who hangs out with you?” Your words come out too bitter to be passed off as just playing along.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Wilbur says, suddenly quieting.

“Then what way did you mean it?”

“I want to kiss you. I don’t want to kiss Quackity, or anyone else.”

Hold on, what?

All the emotions that were building throughout the entire conversation suddenly vanish while your hopes rekindle. He wanted to kiss you. But he couldn’t mean it, could he? He’s drunk, and not thinking right. His words probably got all mixed up.

“You’re drunk, Wil.” You say softly. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh, I don’t?” He asks. “So I just haven’t been thinking of kissing you every fucking night for the past few months? Or how nice it’d be to take you on a date? To watch a movie sharing the same blanket while I put my arm around your shoulders?”

You turn into the parking lot, staying silent while you back into a spot. He does the same. Possibly waiting for you to respond, or maybe even done talking.

No matter how badly you want to believe him, you can’t. Maybe another day when he isn’t drunk, but right now he’s had too much wine.

Besides, he might not even mean it. Or, on the other hand, he might mean every word. You just can’t tell.

“I think you should go to bed. Sleep the alcohol off.” You tell him, exiting the car.

“Wait.” He says, scrambling to get out and follow you. You can’t help how you stop, doing as he says and waiting. “I didn’t mean- I mean, I did, but I didn’t- Shit. If you’re uncomfortable-“

He’s fumbling over his words, but it’s the clearest he’s spoken tonight. No slurring, a sign he's slowly sobering.

“Wil. It’s okay. We’ll talk in the morning when I know it’s not the alcohol.”

“Morning Wilbur will lose his nerve.” He admits. “But fine.”

“This is your room, right?”

Wilbur jerks with surprise. He had been following you the entire walk to his room but must not have even realized. Dumbass.

“I think so? Fuck, where’s my key card?”

“Just knock.” You sigh. Hopefully Ash is in there.

Wilbur doesn’t even try to be quiet, loudly banging on the door. “Ash!”

“Don’t be so loud! You’ll wake up the entire hotel!”

“And Ash, hopefully. Ash! Open the-“

The door swings open to reveal a rumpled Ash looking very tired. Wilbur definitely just woke him up.

“Sorry.” You apologize for Wilbur.

“Sorry.” Wilbur echoes you.

Ash just shakes his head.

“Night, Wilbur.” You pull out your keycard to your room, which is a few doors down from theirs.

”Wait!” He cries out for the second time that night. Just like the first time, you do. “Goodnight.”

Ash dramatically rolls his eyes, yanking Wilbur into the room and shutting the door. You laugh, stepping into your room.

You hope tonight wasn’t just the wine talking. With everything you are, you hope it was the truth.

God, do you want it to be the truth so damn bad.

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