cloudafterhours

[cloudafterhours]

We should be 2000 kids and listen to emo rock and dye our hair black

I would love to <3

[cloudafterhours]

Important Announcement

I am moving to college in a few days so writing is going to be paused / less frequent until I’ve gotten adjusted to the transition.

No worries though, I am not going to stop writing! I just don’t want to overwhelm myself right as I start college.

I doubt the break will last for long. I love writing so much and sharing my writing with all of you is one of my favorite things to do. While I’m “gone”, feel free to send it requests as they’re still huge motivations for me to write!

There won’t be any posts on here besides writing so no need to worry about me clogging your feed lol

Don’t go anywhere, I’ll see you guys again soon enough <3

[cloudafterhours]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Three

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: After your failed minecraft date, you agree to go on a real date with Wilbur.

TWs: Stalkerish ex, crying, a few swear words

Author’s Note: This is the third and final part of this series, the others can be found below.

Part One Part Two

Masterlist

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes, leaving the discord call.

“Wow,” you thought aloud to yourself. “I’m going on a real date with Wilbur in thirty minutes.”

“Oh God! Thirty minutes?!” You rushed around your house to get ready.

“What am I supposed to wear when I know absolutely nothing about what we’re going to do?” You stood in front of your closet, sorting through your clothes aimlessly for a while.

“Oh I’ve got nothing to wear! This is horrible!” Your full closet just didn’t seem to hold anything you wanted.

“Ding, dong, ding, dong.” Your doorbell rang.

“WHAT?” You looked down at your phone to check the time and all the color drained from your face at the realization that you had spent the whole thirty minutes just staring into your closet.

“Well, I guess what I’m already wearing will have to do.” You whispered to yourself, “I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”

You walked out of your bedroom and to your front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey!” You opened the door, greeting Wilbur.

“Hey Y/n! You look great!” He responded.

You almost walk out the door then remember that your keys are still inside.

“Oh crap wait I almost forgot my keys! That would’ve sucked oh wow. Uh, come in, you can wait on the couch or something while I find them” You walked back inside, Wilbur following close behind.

“The couch is right over there,” you pointed, “make yourself at home.”

Wilbur walked into your living room and sat on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table before quickly deciding against it and taking them off.

You were searching around for your keys when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any plans for today?”

“I didn’t…” You responded as you opened the door

“What are you doing here??”

Your ex, Sam, stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in their hand, quickly inviting themselves in.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you, I know you and Wilbur are just friends. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. When I saw you blocked me I knew I had to come right over here and apologize-”

Wilbur walked out of the living room to see you standing in front of Sam with flowers in their hand, his jaw clenching when he remembered who they were.

“What the fuck is he doing here??” Your ex asked, raising his volume noticeably. “Jesus! Everytime I think you might be good for me you immediately prove me wrong with that fuck hanging around!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to,” Wilbur shot back, stepping up to Sam who was considerably shorter than him.

“You think I’m scared of you tough guy?”

“You should be,” Wilbur responded.

They got in each other’s faces and Sam shoved Wilbur before you quickly yelled at them to stop, “Sam get out! I don’t know why you thought it would be okay to come here but you need to leave right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, doll” Your ex tried to push a strand of hair out of your face but you dodged it.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, GET OUT before I call the cops !” You yelled, standing your ground.

They scoffed and started walking towards the door, throwing the flowers on the ground causing petals to fly everywhere.

“Wilbur won’t always be here doll, and I’ll be back to win you over again.”

You slammed the door in their face and slid down it, breaking into a sob once you hit the floor.

“Theyre such a fucking creep!” Wilbur yelled in frustration.

You didn’t respond so Wilbur grabbed the bunch of flowers and put them in the trash, grabbing a broom to sweep up the rest that scattered the floor.

“I don’t think you should spend the night here until you can get a restraining order Y/n.” He advised.

“Where else would I go? I can’t afford a hotel room until then, the courts are so behind right now from COVID-”

“Uhh,” he thought for a second, “you can stay at my place till then, if you’d like?” Wilbur offered.

“You really don’t have to do that Wilbur, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist. They don’t know where I live, and my place is much safer than a hotel anyhow.”

You thought about it for a second before sighing, “yeah I guess you’re right. Let me pack a bag real quick.”

You walked back to your room sniffling. You quickly filled a bag with all the things you would need for at least a week and walked back out to your living room where Wilbur stood.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

The drive to Wilbur’s was a quick one. Comfortable silence filled the air as you stared out the window. The only noise was an occasional sniff to clear your stuffy nose.

Wilbur’s knuckles were white from the force he was holding the steering wheel with.

A few minutes later Wilbur pulled into his driveway.

“Your house is closer than I thought it was,” you thought aloud.

“Yeah, It’s crazy we haven’t at least met up before this,” he added.

“Sucks that this is your first impression of meeting me. I promise it’s not usually this crazy”

“What’s been happening is not your fault at all Y/n,” Wilbur said before stepping out the car and walking around to open your door for you. Grabbing your bag so you could stand up before closing your door and handing you back your bag.

“Beep, beep” the car sounded when Wilbur locked it as you both walked inside.

Wilbur’s house was simply decorated but filled with many tiny meaningful details on the inside. A Polaroid of him, Tommy, and Phil on the fridge, a Youtoos of Niki on the bookshelf in the living room. Simple things to make it look more lived in.

“Where should I put my bag?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Oh here let me show you the guest room real quick”

Wilbur walked you down the hallway and opened a door revealing a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.

“It’s not much but it will work for now,” He glanced around the humble room.

You set down your bags and sat on the bed, “No it’s lovely, thank you again. For everything.”

“Of course, I’m going to let you settle in for a bit while I cook something for dinner alright? We can watch a movie or something afterwards.”

“Sure.”

And with that Wilbur left like he said he would and you leaned back into the soft bed, letting it absorb you while you pondered your thoughts for a moment before deciding to put some things away. You put your clothes in the drawers and a few other things you brought on the desk before Wilbur knocked on the door.

“Dinners ready if you want to eat,” he announced.

“Oh good, I’m starving.”

Wilbur brought you to the dinner table and you both ate your food, simple conversations being thrown about in between bites. Once you were done eating Wilbur grabbed your plate and put it in the dishwasher before starting it up.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked after clicking start.

“I’m actually really tired,” you admitted. “Would you mind if I went to bed?”

“No of course not,” Wilbur looked at the stove’s time, “it is getting pretty late actually, I think I’ll go to sleep as well.”

You told each other goodnight and went your separate ways, him to his room and you to yours.

Hours later you were stuck staring at the ceiling, restless. You had been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck.

“I wonder if Wilbur is still up?” You thought to yourself before throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak, you softly walked across the hall to Wilbur’s room. His door was shut and his lights were off. Without thinking you twisted the door knob and looked inside.

“Wilbur?” You whispered, peaking your head in.

“Yeah?” Wilbur’s response was clouded by his groggy voice.

“Are you awake?” You stared at the floor and waited for a response.

“I am now, what’s up?” Wilbur sat up in his bed and turned on a dim lamp on his nightstand.

“I can’t sleep. Do you think- Um…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“Y/n?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Your voice was hardly audible, barely a whisper. “I can sleep on the floor or something-“

“Come on,” Wilbur flipped the covers off the opposite side of his bed inviting you to lay down.

You smiled and walked over, climbing in but maintaining the space between the two of you.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Wilbur.” You quickly fell asleep in the comfort of your friend’s presence.

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Three

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: After your failed minecraft date, you agree to go on a real date with Wilbur.

TWs: Stalkerish ex, crying, a few swear words

Author’s Note: This is the third and final part of this series, the others can be found below.

Part One Part Two

Masterlist

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes, leaving the discord call.

“Wow,” you thought aloud to yourself. “I’m going on a real date with Wilbur in thirty minutes.”

“Oh God! Thirty minutes?!” You rushed around your house to get ready.

“What am I supposed to wear when I know absolutely nothing about what we’re going to do?” You stood in front of your closet, sorting through your clothes aimlessly for a while.

“Oh I’ve got nothing to wear! This is horrible!” Your full closet just didn’t seem to hold anything you wanted.

“Ding, dong, ding, dong.” Your doorbell rang.

“WHAT?” You looked down at your phone to check the time and all the color drained from your face at the realization that you had spent the whole thirty minutes just staring into your closet.

“Well, I guess what I’m already wearing will have to do.” You whispered to yourself, “I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”

You walked out of your bedroom and to your front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey!” You opened the door, greeting Wilbur.

“Hey Y/n! You look great!” He responded.

You almost walk out the door then remember that your keys are still inside.

“Oh crap wait I almost forgot my keys! That would’ve sucked oh wow. Uh, come in, you can wait on the couch or something while I find them” You walked back inside, Wilbur following close behind.

“The couch is right over there,” you pointed, “make yourself at home.”

Wilbur walked into your living room and sat on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table before quickly deciding against it and taking them off.

You were searching around for your keys when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any plans for today?”

“I didn’t…” You responded as you opened the door

“What are you doing here??”

Your ex, Sam, stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in their hand, quickly inviting themselves in.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you, I know you and Wilbur are just friends. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. When I saw you blocked me I knew I had to come right over here and apologize-”

Wilbur walked out of the living room to see you standing in front of Sam with flowers in their hand, his jaw clenching when he remembered who they were.

“What the fuck is he doing here??” Your ex asked, raising his volume noticeably. “Jesus! Everytime I think you might be good for me you immediately prove me wrong with that fuck hanging around!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to,” Wilbur shot back, stepping up to Sam who was considerably shorter than him.

“You think I’m scared of you tough guy?”

“You should be,” Wilbur responded.

They got in each other’s faces and Sam shoved Wilbur before you quickly yelled at them to stop, “Sam get out! I don’t know why you thought it would be okay to come here but you need to leave right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, doll” Your ex tried to push a strand of hair out of your face but you dodged it.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, GET OUT before I call the cops !” You yelled, standing your ground.

They scoffed and started walking towards the door, throwing the flowers on the ground causing petals to fly everywhere.

“Wilbur won’t always be here doll, and I’ll be back to win you over again.”

You slammed the door in their face and slid down it, breaking into a sob once you hit the floor.

“Theyre such a fucking creep!” Wilbur yelled in frustration.

You didn’t respond so Wilbur grabbed the bunch of flowers and put them in the trash, grabbing a broom to sweep up the rest that scattered the floor.

“I don’t think you should spend the night here until you can get a restraining order Y/n.” He advised.

“Where else would I go? I can’t afford a hotel room until then, the courts are so behind right now from COVID-”

“Uhh,” he thought for a second, “you can stay at my place till then, if you’d like?” Wilbur offered.

“You really don’t have to do that Wilbur, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist. They don’t know where I live, and my place is much safer than a hotel anyhow.”

You thought about it for a second before sighing, “yeah I guess you’re right. Let me pack a bag real quick.”

You walked back to your room sniffling. You quickly filled a bag with all the things you would need for at least a week and walked back out to your living room where Wilbur stood.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

The drive to Wilbur’s was a quick one. Comfortable silence filled the air as you stared out the window. The only noise was an occasional sniff to clear your stuffy nose.

Wilbur’s knuckles were white from the force he was holding the steering wheel with.

A few minutes later Wilbur pulled into his driveway.

“Your house is closer than I thought it was,” you thought aloud.

“Yeah, It’s crazy we haven’t at least met up before this,” he added.

“Sucks that this is your first impression of meeting me. I promise it’s not usually this crazy”

“What’s been happening is not your fault at all Y/n,” Wilbur said before stepping out the car and walking around to open your door for you. Grabbing your bag so you could stand up before closing your door and handing you back your bag.

“Beep, beep” the car sounded when Wilbur locked it as you both walked inside.

Wilbur’s house was simply decorated but filled with many tiny meaningful details on the inside. A Polaroid of him, Tommy, and Phil on the fridge, a Youtoos of Niki on the bookshelf in the living room. Simple things to make it look more lived in.

“Where should I put my bag?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Oh here let me show you the guest room real quick”

Wilbur walked you down the hallway and opened a door revealing a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.

“It’s not much but it will work for now,” He glanced around the humble room.

You set down your bags and sat on the bed, “No it’s lovely, thank you again. For everything.”

“Of course, I’m going to let you settle in for a bit while I cook something for dinner alright? We can watch a movie or something afterwards.”

“Sure.”

And with that Wilbur left like he said he would and you leaned back into the soft bed, letting it absorb you while you pondered your thoughts for a moment before deciding to put some things away. You put your clothes in the drawers and a few other things you brought on the desk before Wilbur knocked on the door.

“Dinners ready if you want to eat,” he announced.

“Oh good, I’m starving.”

Wilbur brought you to the dinner table and you both ate your food, simple conversations being thrown about in between bites. Once you were done eating Wilbur grabbed your plate and put it in the dishwasher before starting it up.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked after clicking start.

“I’m actually really tired,” you admitted. “Would you mind if I went to bed?”

“No of course not,” Wilbur looked at the stove’s time, “it is getting pretty late actually, I think I’ll go to sleep as well.”

You told each other goodnight and went your separate ways, him to his room and you to yours.

Hours later you were stuck staring at the ceiling, restless. You had been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck.

“I wonder if Wilbur is still up?” You thought to yourself before throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak, you softly walked across the hall to Wilbur’s room. His door was shut and his lights were off. Without thinking you twisted the door knob and looked inside.

“Wilbur?” You whispered, peaking your head in.

“Yeah?” Wilbur’s response was clouded by his groggy voice.

“Are you awake?” You stared at the floor and waited for a response.

“I am now, what’s up?” Wilbur sat up in his bed and turned on a dim lamp on his nightstand.

“I can’t sleep. Do you think- Um…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“Y/n?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Your voice was hardly audible, barely a whisper. “I can sleep on the floor or something-“

“Come on,” Wilbur flipped the covers off the opposite side of his bed inviting you to lay down.

You smiled and walked over, climbing in but maintaining the space between the two of you.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Wilbur.” You quickly fell asleep in the comfort of your friend’s presence.

Taglist:

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A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Three

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: After your failed minecraft date, you agree to go on a real date with Wilbur.

TWs: Stalkerish ex, crying, a few swear words

Author’s Note: This is the third and final part of this series, the others can be found below.

Part One Part Two

Masterlist

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes, leaving the discord call.

“Wow,” you thought aloud to yourself. “I’m going on a real date with Wilbur in thirty minutes.”

“Oh God! Thirty minutes?!” You rushed around your house to get ready.

“What am I supposed to wear when I know absolutely nothing about what we’re going to do?” You stood in front of your closet, sorting through your clothes aimlessly for a while.

“Oh I’ve got nothing to wear! This is horrible!” Your full closet just didn’t seem to hold anything you wanted.

“Ding, dong, ding, dong.” Your doorbell rang.

“WHAT?” You looked down at your phone to check the time and all the color drained from your face at the realization that you had spent the whole thirty minutes just staring into your closet.

“Well, I guess what I’m already wearing will have to do.” You whispered to yourself, “I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”

You walked out of your bedroom and to your front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey!” You opened the door, greeting Wilbur.

“Hey Y/n! You look great!” He responded.

You almost walk out the door then remember that your keys are still inside.

“Oh crap wait I almost forgot my keys! That would’ve sucked oh wow. Uh, come in, you can wait on the couch or something while I find them” You walked back inside, Wilbur following close behind.

“The couch is right over there,” you pointed, “make yourself at home.”

Wilbur walked into your living room and sat on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table before quickly deciding against it and taking them off.

You were searching around for your keys when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any plans for today?”

“I didn’t…” You responded as you opened the door

“What are you doing here??”

Your ex, Sam, stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in their hand, quickly inviting themselves in.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you, I know you and Wilbur are just friends. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. When I saw you blocked me I knew I had to come right over here and apologize-”

Wilbur walked out of the living room to see you standing in front of Sam with flowers in their hand, his jaw clenching when he remembered who they were.

“What the fuck is he doing here??” Your ex asked, raising his volume noticeably. “Jesus! Everytime I think you might be good for me you immediately prove me wrong with that fuck hanging around!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to,” Wilbur shot back, stepping up to Sam who was considerably shorter than him.

“You think I’m scared of you tough guy?”

“You should be,” Wilbur responded.

They got in each other’s faces and Sam shoved Wilbur before you quickly yelled at them to stop, “Sam get out! I don’t know why you thought it would be okay to come here but you need to leave right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, doll” Your ex tried to push a strand of hair out of your face but you dodged it.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, GET OUT before I call the cops !” You yelled, standing your ground.

They scoffed and started walking towards the door, throwing the flowers on the ground causing petals to fly everywhere.

“Wilbur won’t always be here doll, and I’ll be back to win you over again.”

You slammed the door in their face and slid down it, breaking into a sob once you hit the floor.

“Theyre such a fucking creep!” Wilbur yelled in frustration.

You didn’t respond so Wilbur grabbed the bunch of flowers and put them in the trash, grabbing a broom to sweep up the rest that scattered the floor.

“I don’t think you should spend the night here until you can get a restraining order Y/n.” He advised.

“Where else would I go? I can’t afford a hotel room until then, the courts are so behind right now from COVID-”

“Uhh,” he thought for a second, “you can stay at my place till then, if you’d like?” Wilbur offered.

“You really don’t have to do that Wilbur, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist. They don’t know where I live, and my place is much safer than a hotel anyhow.”

You thought about it for a second before sighing, “yeah I guess you’re right. Let me pack a bag real quick.”

You walked back to your room sniffling. You quickly filled a bag with all the things you would need for at least a week and walked back out to your living room where Wilbur stood.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

The drive to Wilbur’s was a quick one. Comfortable silence filled the air as you stared out the window. The only noise was an occasional sniff to clear your stuffy nose.

Wilbur’s knuckles were white from the force he was holding the steering wheel with.

A few minutes later Wilbur pulled into his driveway.

“Your house is closer than I thought it was,” you thought aloud.

“Yeah, It’s crazy we haven’t at least met up before this,” he added.

“Sucks that this is your first impression of meeting me. I promise it’s not usually this crazy”

“What’s been happening is not your fault at all Y/n,” Wilbur said before stepping out the car and walking around to open your door for you. Grabbing your bag so you could stand up before closing your door and handing you back your bag.

“Beep, beep” the car sounded when Wilbur locked it as you both walked inside.

Wilbur’s house was simply decorated but filled with many tiny meaningful details on the inside. A Polaroid of him, Tommy, and Phil on the fridge, a Youtoos of Niki on the bookshelf in the living room. Simple things to make it look more lived in.

“Where should I put my bag?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Oh here let me show you the guest room real quick”

Wilbur walked you down the hallway and opened a door revealing a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.

“It’s not much but it will work for now,” He glanced around the humble room.

You set down your bags and sat on the bed, “No it’s lovely, thank you again. For everything.”

“Of course, I’m going to let you settle in for a bit while I cook something for dinner alright? We can watch a movie or something afterwards.”

“Sure.”

And with that Wilbur left like he said he would and you leaned back into the soft bed, letting it absorb you while you pondered your thoughts for a moment before deciding to put some things away. You put your clothes in the drawers and a few other things you brought on the desk before Wilbur knocked on the door.

“Dinners ready if you want to eat,” he announced.

“Oh good, I’m starving.”

Wilbur brought you to the dinner table and you both ate your food, simple conversations being thrown about in between bites. Once you were done eating Wilbur grabbed your plate and put it in the dishwasher before starting it up.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked after clicking start.

“I’m actually really tired,” you admitted. “Would you mind if I went to bed?”

“No of course not,” Wilbur looked at the stove’s time, “it is getting pretty late actually, I think I’ll go to sleep as well.”

You told each other goodnight and went your separate ways, him to his room and you to yours.

Hours later you were stuck staring at the ceiling, restless. You had been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck.

“I wonder if Wilbur is still up?” You thought to yourself before throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak, you softly walked across the hall to Wilbur’s room. His door was shut and his lights were off. Without thinking you twisted the door knob and looked inside.

“Wilbur?” You whispered, peaking your head in.

“Yeah?” Wilbur’s response was clouded by his groggy voice.

“Are you awake?” You stared at the floor and waited for a response.

“I am now, what’s up?” Wilbur sat up in his bed and turned on a dim lamp on his nightstand.

“I can’t sleep. Do you think- Um…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“Y/n?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Your voice was hardly audible, barely a whisper. “I can sleep on the floor or something-“

“Come on,” Wilbur flipped the covers off the opposite side of his bed inviting you to lay down.

You smiled and walked over, climbing in but maintaining the space between the two of you.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Wilbur.” You quickly fell asleep in the comfort of your friend’s presence.

Taglist:

@graymoon2 @allywritesforfun @wrenqueenisboss @graymoonspam @bi-narystars @toodeepintofandoms

[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Platonic Breakup

Characters: CC! Dreamwastaken, Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Dream has been receiving a lot of hate and takes it out on the wrong person.

Tws: Aggression

Masterlist

“Everything is just too much right now.” Dream sighed, laying back on his bed

“It’s alright, Dream. Really, it will all blow over soon.” You assured him.

Truthfully, you didn’t even believe yourself, so why should he?

You pitied your friend, he often got undeserving hate but this was hitting him particularly harder than usual. His phone was blowing up nonstop with hate about a video he put out a few days ago.

“It’s not alright! It’s not!” Dream yelled as he shot up from the bed, “nothing about this is alright.”

Dream continued his yelled vent. He started pacing the room and ended up right in front of your face.

He stopped for a second, jaw clenched and looked you up and down, “things like this don’t just go away, Y/n.” He spit, “A mere idiot could see that clearly from a mile away.”

“I understand you’re upset, but you need to back up. Now.” You demanded, staring deeply into his eyes.

He stood there for a second longer thinking of his options before angrily grabbing the pillow next to you and backing up a few feet.

“When you calm down, call me and we can hang out. Until then I’m leaving.” You stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.

As you walked out the door Dream whipped the pillow he had just picked up towards the wall next to the door. Consequently shattering a picture hanging up and spraying broken glass all over.

You just shook your head in disappointment and shut the door, shaking the glass off of your shoe before leaving your friend’s house.

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@boiled-onionrings

sorry to the mutuals who’s blogs i will click and then treat like my dashboard

[cloudafterhours]

This is what I’m wondering! How do people do it?

how do people write

[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Platonic Breakup

Characters: CC! Dreamwastaken, Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Dream has been receiving a lot of hate and takes it out on the wrong person.

Tws: Aggression

Masterlist

“Everything is just too much right now.” Dream sighed, laying back on his bed

“It’s alright, Dream. Really, it will all blow over soon.” You assured him.

Truthfully, you didn’t even believe yourself, so why should he?

You pitied your friend, he often got undeserving hate but this was hitting him particularly harder than usual. His phone was blowing up nonstop with hate about a video he put out a few days ago.

“It’s not alright! It’s not!” Dream yelled as he shot up from the bed, “nothing about this is alright.”

Dream continued his yelled vent. He started pacing the room and ended up right in front of your face.

He stopped for a second, jaw clenched and looked you up and down, “things like this don’t just go away, Y/n.” He spit, “A mere idiot could see that clearly from a mile away.”

“I understand you’re upset, but you need to back up. Now.” You demanded, staring deeply into his eyes.

He stood there for a second longer thinking of his options before angrily grabbing the pillow next to you and backing up a few feet.

“When you calm down, call me and we can hang out. Until then I’m leaving.” You stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.

As you walked out the door Dream whipped the pillow he had just picked up towards the wall next to the door. Consequently shattering a picture hanging up and spraying broken glass all over.

You just shook your head in disappointment and shut the door, shaking the glass off of your shoe before leaving your friend’s house.

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[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Hold Me?

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You’ve been upset all day so Wilbur comes home to comfort you.

TWs: Crying, general upset

Masterlist

Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it all. After hours of crying you were sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.

‘Click.’ The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.

You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.

“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.

“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.

Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.

“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.

“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.

“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.

“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.

Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again, you sounded fine. Wilbur looked down at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying put you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.

Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Hold Me?

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You’ve been upset all day so Wilbur comes home to comfort you.

TWs: Crying, general upset

Masterlist

Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it all. After hours of crying you were sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.

‘Click.’ The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.

You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.

“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.

“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.

Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.

“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.

“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.

“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.

“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.

Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again, you sounded fine. Wilbur looked down at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying put you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.

Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Hold Me?

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You’ve been upset all day so Wilbur comes home to comfort you.

TWs: Crying, general upset

Masterlist

Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it all. After hours of crying you were sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.

‘Click.’ The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.

You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.

“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.

“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.

Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.

“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.

“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.

“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.

“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.

Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again, you sounded fine. Wilbur looked down at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying put you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.

Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new page has been found !

Book Title: Hold Me?

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Comfort

Summary: You’ve been upset all day so Wilbur comes home to comfort you.

TWs: Crying, general upset

Masterlist

Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it all. After hours of crying you were sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.

‘Click.’ The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.

You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.

“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.

“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.

Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.

“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.

“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.

“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”

“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.

“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.

Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again, you sounded fine. Wilbur looked down at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying put you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.

Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All…

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: You and Wilbur are constantly at war, competing to be Tommy’s internet sibling. You can hardly stand to be near each other, so what happens when you accidentally call Wilbur after a break up?

TWs: Swearing, break-up

Masterlist

“Hey Tommy!” Your Minecraft character strolled over to Tommy’s, smacking him once he was in reach.

“Hey Y/n!” Tommy exclaimed, smacking you back, “the rest of the gang are over here, come on.”

Tommy led you over to the otherside of the hill, voices growing louder the closer you got. You stopped once you spotted the all too familiar yellow sweater.

Tommy led you over to the otherside of the hill, voices growing louder the closer you got. You stopped once you spotted the all too familiar yellow sweater.

“Tommy, why is he here?” You scoffed, wondering if it was too late to back out of the stream.

“If it isn’t Y/n.” Wilbur walked right up to you before dropping lava at your feet.

“What the fuck?!” You exclaimed as you ran to the water nearby to put yourself out.

“Come on! Can’t you two just get along for today?”

“He’s the one lighting me on fire! I haven’t done anything to him!” You replied walking over and punching Wilbur as soon as Tommy turned his back.

“See,” Wilbur punched you back and Tommy noticed, not believing your innocence for a second. “He’s so violent, not setting a very good example I might add.”

Tommy sighed and decided to tune the two of you out. You met up with Phil and started to help him find resources while Wilbur and Tommy goofed off.

“I can’t believe him.” You told Phil angrily.

“You should cut him some slack. You both want what’s best for Tommy, you just have different ways of attaining it is all.” Philza advised you, throwing you two shields he had made. “Go give one of those to Tommy and save the other for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute if that idiot doesn’t kill me in cold blood.”

Philza laughed and you set off to find Tommy. After some searching through villages you finally found the two talking on top of the mountain you had spawned at. You walked up to them, carefully scaling the mountain before throwing the shield on the ground.

“Here you go Tommy, Phil told me to give this to you.”

“Thanks, Y/n!” Tommy put on the shield as a creeper walked up behind him, unnoticed by him and yourself.

“Tommy, creeper behind you! Use your shield!” Wilbur screamed, backing away from the two.

Tommy quickly threw up his shield and killed the creeper seconds before it would have blown up.

“Ay, thanks man.” Tommy looked around him to make sure the area was clear of monsters before he went back to trying to organize his mess of an inventory.

“That was awfully brotherly of me, wasn’t it Tommy?” Wilbur declared, trying to rub in your face that you weren’t the one who saved Tommy.

“I- yeah?-”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself,” you interrupted. “It was a friendly gesture at best.”

“It’s a good thing no one asked you then isn’t it?” Wilbur sneered, spitting as he talked.

“Hey! Hey,” Tommy stood between the both of you, “there’s no need for all that! I think of both of you as family!”

“Okay, but obviously you’re closer to one of us right?” You remarked, snaking around Tommy to sneak a punch at Wilbur which he quickly reciprocated.

“It’s okay Tommy, you can tell Y/n that you like me more.”

“PHIL!” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he ran back towards the village the Phil was setting up at.

“See what you did?” You punched Wilbur, “now you’ve frazzled the poor kid.”

“What I did?? That was obviously your doing!”

“Not even close.”

You and Wilbur threw punches and harsh words back and forth for the rest of the stream. You two clearly wanted nothing to do with each other but were sticking it out for Tommy. If it wasn’t for Tommy you would probably have just blocked Wilbur and moved on with your life, but for some reason Tommy desperately wanted the two of you to get along. He wanted his perfect little internet family no matter your discomfort. So, you stuck out for him. If only to rub it in Wilbur’s face that Tommy fought to keep you around.

After a few hours Tommy decided to call it. You guys hadn’t beated the ender dragon and it didn’t seem like it was going to happen tonight, despite your best efforts. Unfortunately this meant that you would yet again have to put up with Wilbur’s antics tomorrow.

You shut minecraft and said your goodbyes, leaving the discord call. A few seconds later your phone buzzed on your desk. You flipped it to see the lock screen and unlocked it.

It read, “Two missed messages from ‘My Love <3’ just now”

“Oh,” You smiled thinking to yourself, “I wonder what they want, they must have just gotten off work.”

Your face dropped once you clicked to read the messages.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I just can’t stand to be with you anymore”

“Oh,” You closed your phone as tears started falling rapidly, welling up in your eyes making it hard to see no matter how often you wiped them.

In a panic you went back to discord on your computer and frantically rang Niki. On the very last ring it picked up and before she could even get a word in you started scrambling to explain what happened. It was hard to understand you however because every few seconds a sob would ring through you and interrupt your sentence.

“Take a deep breath, calm down, and explain what’s wrong.” A deep British voice told you through the phone.

“Huh?” You were quickly snapped out of your panic when you heard the British man on the other side of the call.

You wiped at your eyes until you could see the caller ID, “Wilbur? I-, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call you- I must have clicked the wrong name, it’s fine I’ll just hang up now.”

“No, no it’s alright,” Wilbur reassured you softly, a stark difference from his usual tone with you. “You obviously needed someone to talk to. I just want to know, what happened?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “I guess since I’m already here I might as well talk to him.” You thought to yourself.

You took your time in explaining how right after you left the discord call you had checked your phone and seen that you had gotten a text from your now ex that they wanted to break up, reading the texts off to Wilbur.

“What a prick!” He yelled, soon thereafter informing you that if you wanted him to, he was not above going to their house and beating them up for breaking up with you so harshly.

You laughed and let him know that he didn’t need to do that, but that you’d let him know if you change your mind.

Your laugh just sparked something in Wilbur. He had never been the one to make you laugh before. Maybe in anguish, but never a genuine laugh like the one you just let out. The more Wilbur thought about it, the more he wanted to make you laugh again and again.

So that’s exactly what he did. You spent the next hour or so on call with him, constantly laughing at his stupid jokes.

“Hey,” You said in between a laugh, “maybe you aren’t so bad after all…”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All…

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: You and Wilbur are constantly at war, competing to be Tommy’s internet sibling. You can hardly stand to be near each other, so what happens when you accidentally call Wilbur after a break up?

TWs: Swearing, break-up

Masterlist

“Hey Tommy!” Your Minecraft character strolled over to Tommy’s, smacking him once he was in reach.

“Hey Y/n!” Tommy exclaimed, smacking you back, “the rest of the gang are over here, come on.”

Tommy led you over to the otherside of the hill, voices growing louder the closer you got. You stopped once you spotted the all too familiar yellow sweater.

Tommy led you over to the otherside of the hill, voices growing louder the closer you got. You stopped once you spotted the all too familiar yellow sweater.

“Tommy, why is he here?” You scoffed, wondering if it was too late to back out of the stream.

“If it isn’t Y/n.” Wilbur walked right up to you before dropping lava at your feet.

“What the fuck?!” You exclaimed as you ran to the water nearby to put yourself out.

“Come on! Can’t you two just get along for today?”

“He’s the one lighting me on fire! I haven’t done anything to him!” You replied walking over and punching Wilbur as soon as Tommy turned his back.

“See,” Wilbur punched you back and Tommy noticed, not believing your innocence for a second. “He’s so violent, not setting a very good example I might add.”

Tommy sighed and decided to tune the two of you out. You met up with Phil and started to help him find resources while Wilbur and Tommy goofed off.

“I can’t believe him.” You told Phil angrily.

“You should cut him some slack. You both want what’s best for Tommy, you just have different ways of attaining it is all.” Philza advised you, throwing you two shields he had made. “Go give one of those to Tommy and save the other for yourself.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute if that idiot doesn’t kill me in cold blood.”

Philza laughed and you set off to find Tommy. After some searching through villages you finally found the two talking on top of the mountain you had spawned at. You walked up to them, carefully scaling the mountain before throwing the shield on the ground.

“Here you go Tommy, Phil told me to give this to you.”

“Thanks, Y/n!” Tommy put on the shield as a creeper walked up behind him, unnoticed by him and yourself.

“Tommy, creeper behind you! Use your shield!” Wilbur screamed, backing away from the two.

Tommy quickly threw up his shield and killed the creeper seconds before it would have blown up.

“Ay, thanks man.” Tommy looked around him to make sure the area was clear of monsters before he went back to trying to organize his mess of an inventory.

“That was awfully brotherly of me, wasn’t it Tommy?” Wilbur declared, trying to rub in your face that you weren’t the one who saved Tommy.

“I- yeah?-”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself,” you interrupted. “It was a friendly gesture at best.”

“It’s a good thing no one asked you then isn’t it?” Wilbur sneered, spitting as he talked.

“Hey! Hey,” Tommy stood between the both of you, “there’s no need for all that! I think of both of you as family!”

“Okay, but obviously you’re closer to one of us right?” You remarked, snaking around Tommy to sneak a punch at Wilbur which he quickly reciprocated.

“It’s okay Tommy, you can tell Y/n that you like me more.”

“PHIL!” Tommy’s voice trailed off as he ran back towards the village the Phil was setting up at.

“See what you did?” You punched Wilbur, “now you’ve frazzled the poor kid.”

“What I did?? That was obviously your doing!”

“Not even close.”

You and Wilbur threw punches and harsh words back and forth for the rest of the stream. You two clearly wanted nothing to do with each other but were sticking it out for Tommy. If it wasn’t for Tommy you would probably have just blocked Wilbur and moved on with your life, but for some reason Tommy desperately wanted the two of you to get along. He wanted his perfect little internet family no matter your discomfort. So, you stuck out for him. If only to rub it in Wilbur’s face that Tommy fought to keep you around.

After a few hours Tommy decided to call it. You guys hadn’t beated the ender dragon and it didn’t seem like it was going to happen tonight, despite your best efforts. Unfortunately this meant that you would yet again have to put up with Wilbur’s antics tomorrow.

You shut minecraft and said your goodbyes, leaving the discord call. A few seconds later your phone buzzed on your desk. You flipped it to see the lock screen and unlocked it.

It read, “Two missed messages from ‘My Love <3’ just now”

“Oh,” You smiled thinking to yourself, “I wonder what they want, they must have just gotten off work.”

Your face dropped once you clicked to read the messages.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“I just can’t stand to be with you anymore”

“Oh,” You closed your phone as tears started falling rapidly, welling up in your eyes making it hard to see no matter how often you wiped them.

In a panic you went back to discord on your computer and frantically rang Niki. On the very last ring it picked up and before she could even get a word in you started scrambling to explain what happened. It was hard to understand you however because every few seconds a sob would ring through you and interrupt your sentence.

“Take a deep breath, calm down, and explain what’s wrong.” A deep British voice told you through the phone.

“Huh?” You were quickly snapped out of your panic when you heard the British man on the other side of the call.

You wiped at your eyes until you could see the caller ID, “Wilbur? I-, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to call you- I must have clicked the wrong name, it’s fine I’ll just hang up now.”

“No, no it’s alright,” Wilbur reassured you softly, a stark difference from his usual tone with you. “You obviously needed someone to talk to. I just want to know, what happened?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “I guess since I’m already here I might as well talk to him.” You thought to yourself.

You took your time in explaining how right after you left the discord call you had checked your phone and seen that you had gotten a text from your now ex that they wanted to break up, reading the texts off to Wilbur.

“What a prick!” He yelled, soon thereafter informing you that if you wanted him to, he was not above going to their house and beating them up for breaking up with you so harshly.

You laughed and let him know that he didn’t need to do that, but that you’d let him know if you change your mind.

Your laugh just sparked something in Wilbur. He had never been the one to make you laugh before. Maybe in anguish, but never a genuine laugh like the one you just let out. The more Wilbur thought about it, the more he wanted to make you laugh again and again.

So that’s exactly what he did. You spent the next hour or so on call with him, constantly laughing at his stupid jokes.

“Hey,” You said in between a laugh, “maybe you aren’t so bad after all…”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: It’s a Surprise!!

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: “I have to be dreaming…” “oh, shut up…” “You actually made breakfast for once?”

TWs: Food

Author’s Note: Prompt is from @novelbear go check her out!!

Masterlist

“I have to be dreaming…” You muttered as you slowly walked out of your bedroom to see your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Oh shut up Y/n.” He responded, rolling his eyes as he plated some of the food he was cooking.

“You actually made breakfast for once? What’s the occasion?” You pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, staring in awe at George.

“You know there doesn’t have to be an occasion for me to cook you breakfast, maybe I just did it because I love you.”

“Mhm I’m sure, what’s the occasion?” You repeated.

George brought a plate over to where you sat at the table and set it down in front of you.

“I’ve got a little surprise for today.” George revealed bringing his own plate to the table and joining you.

“There it is,” you laughed, “what’s the surprise?”

“Do you not know how surprises work Y/n?? I can’t TELL you!”

“Fair enough.”

You finished your breakfast together and George told you the plans he had for the day.

“First we’re going to go to the mall for a few hours and then we’re going to go eat at…” he rambled on for a bit, excited to explain his plans, “and finally we’ll come back here and watch (your favorite movie) together.”

“Aww that sounds cute.”

…

After getting home from your long day you stumbled back into your shared apartment and set your many bags down on the floor.

George walked straight to the kitchen, pulled something out of his pocket and set it down. A little box laid on the table where you ate breakfast earlier.

Intrigued, you walked towards him, “I don’t remember buying that, what is it?” You asked.

George walked in front of you, grabbing the small box and getting down on one knee.

“George-“ you started, clasping your hands over your mouth.

“Y/n,” George smiled as he popped the box open. “We’ve been together for so long now, I can’t imagine a life where I wake up and you’re not lying there next to me. There is no person I’d rather love than you, so please, let me love you for the rest of my life and marry me.”

You smiled brightly as you looked down at George, “Of course I will, yes!”

George stood up and slid the ring on your finger, grabbing your face and kissing you.

“Who knows you were going to propose today??” You asked.

“Well, about that...” George chuckled as he walked over to the guest bedroom and opened the door abruptly, causing Wilbur, Jack, Niki, and a few other friends to stumble out.

“AYYY Y/N SAID YES!!” Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed, hopping around your apartment and almost knocking George over when they bumped into him.

“It was quite dark in there, you know?” Jack joked.

“Would’ve been really awkward if you’d said no.” Wilbur mentioned, laughing to you as he walked over to congratulate George.

“Congratulations!!” Niki exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“How long have you guys been in there??”

“AGES. I could feel my bones growing old!” Tommy slouched over.

“Tommy quit being dramatic, it was five minutes at most.” Wilbur reassured you, as he leaned in for a quick congratulatory hug.

The small group all hung around for a bit to talk before leaving you and George sitting on the couch, alone again.

“Today was lovely, that was so unexpected,” you added. “You did a great job.”

“Thank you my love,” George placed a soft kiss on your lips, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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[cloudafterhours]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: It’s a Surprise!!

Characters: CC! Georgenotfound, Reader

Genre: Fluff

Prompt: “I have to be dreaming…” “oh, shut up…” “You actually made breakfast for once?”

TWs: Food

Author’s Note: Prompt is from @novelbear go check her out!!

Masterlist

“I have to be dreaming…” You muttered as you slowly walked out of your bedroom to see your boyfriend in the kitchen.

“Oh shut up Y/n.” He responded, rolling his eyes as he plated some of the food he was cooking.

“You actually made breakfast for once? What’s the occasion?” You pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, staring in awe at George.

“You know there doesn’t have to be an occasion for me to cook you breakfast, maybe I just did it because I love you.”

“Mhm I’m sure, what’s the occasion?” You repeated.

George brought a plate over to where you sat at the table and set it down in front of you.

“I’ve got a little surprise for today.” George revealed bringing his own plate to the table and joining you.

“There it is,” you laughed, “what’s the surprise?”

“Do you not know how surprises work Y/n?? I can’t TELL you!”

“Fair enough.”

You finished your breakfast together and George told you the plans he had for the day.

“First we’re going to go to the mall for a few hours and then we’re going to go eat at…” he rambled on for a bit, excited to explain his plans, “and finally we’ll come back here and watch (your favorite movie) together.”

“Aww that sounds cute.”

…

After getting home from your long day you stumbled back into your shared apartment and set your many bags down on the floor.

George walked straight to the kitchen, pulled something out of his pocket and set it down. A little box laid on the table where you ate breakfast earlier.

Intrigued, you walked towards him, “I don’t remember buying that, what is it?” You asked.

George walked in front of you, grabbing the small box and getting down on one knee.

“George-“ you started, clasping your hands over your mouth.

“Y/n,” George smiled as he popped the box open. “We’ve been together for so long now, I can’t imagine a life where I wake up and you’re not lying there next to me. There is no person I’d rather love than you, so please, let me love you for the rest of my life and marry me.”

You smiled brightly as you looked down at George, “Of course I will, yes!”

George stood up and slid the ring on your finger, grabbing your face and kissing you.

“Who knows you were going to propose today??” You asked.

“Well, about that...” George chuckled as he walked over to the guest bedroom and opened the door abruptly, causing Wilbur, Jack, Niki, and a few other friends to stumble out.

“AYYY Y/N SAID YES!!” Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed, hopping around your apartment and almost knocking George over when they bumped into him.

“It was quite dark in there, you know?” Jack joked.

“Would’ve been really awkward if you’d said no.” Wilbur mentioned, laughing to you as he walked over to congratulate George.

“Congratulations!!” Niki exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

“How long have you guys been in there??”

“AGES. I could feel my bones growing old!” Tommy slouched over.

“Tommy quit being dramatic, it was five minutes at most.” Wilbur reassured you, as he leaned in for a quick congratulatory hug.

The small group all hung around for a bit to talk before leaving you and George sitting on the couch, alone again.

“Today was lovely, that was so unexpected,” you added. “You did a great job.”

“Thank you my love,” George placed a soft kiss on your lips, “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

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