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Another day, another call with Tommy.

"Y/n,"

"Yes?"

"Can you come pick me up this weekend?"

"No, Tommy. I told you,"

"Pleaseeeee?" Tommy whines. "I wanna get our of hereeee,"

"I have my driver's test on Sunday. If I pass I'll come get you the day after," Y/n replies. "I'll just get a rental car or something I guess..."

"Y/n you are the last person I trust to be driving anywhere in this country," Wilbur chimes in.

Right, he was also in the call.

"Why?" She asks innocently before taking a sip of the drink in her hands.

"You're too American to be driving in England,"

"You're just scared because I got into the wrong side of your car one time-"

"Wait wait wait-" Tommy cuts Y/n off. "Why were you two hanging out?"

"Why not?" She asks.

"Yeah we saw a movie," Wilbur adds.

"Are you guys lying to me whenever you say you aren't dating?" Tommy says suspiciously.

"We aren't dating, Tommy," Wilbur continues on. He says it in a quick and blunt tone that makes Y/n take slight offense from the words.

"Yeah. Obviously I'm going to try to steal Kristen from Phil before I date him," She jokes.

"Okay okay whatever..." Tommy grumbles. "Anyway, good luck on your test I guess Y/n,"

"Thanks Toms,"

"Do you want to join my stream tomorrow?"

"Did you just compliment me in hopes that I would say yes?" She laughs.

"Pleaseeeee?" Tommy says loudly.

"I'll join for a bit, don't worry," Y/n tells him. "Now go eat dinner or something,"

"No," He retorts before leaving the VC anyway.

"Well that was fun," Wilbur remarks with a small laugh.

"So...got any plans for tonight?" Y/n asks

"Ash, Mark, Joe, and I are going out for drinks tonight," He replies. "What about you?"

"I'm probably gonna work for a little longer and go to bed," She tells him, propping her head up on her hand and elbow. "I have to finish videos for Hannah and for Tommy, but I'm almost done with them,"

"Don't stay up too late," Wilbur chuckles.

"You too. Tommy says you stayed out until 3 AM one time," Y/n scolds him lightly. "Anyway, goodnight,"

"Night N/n,"

She smiles at the nickname before leaving the VC.

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It takes her a little while longer than expected to finish up the videos. By the time she finally goes to bed, it's almost 11 PM.

Y/n falls asleep pretty easily. Bug comes over and curls up at her side, giving her an extra heat source besides her blanket. It was also a nice change from him knocking trinkets off of her dresser as she tried to sleep.

Falling asleep went better than it usually did. However, at some wild time of the night, Y/n wakes up to knocking on her front door.

For a moment she figures she had dreamt it and attempts to fall asleep again. But the knocking continues relentlessly until she finally decides to get up.

Y/n stumbles out of bed, causing Bug to get up as well, and goes to her front door.

She opens the front door without much thought of who was behind it.

"Wait...Wil...?"

"Heyyyyy Y/n..." Wilbur's voice is slightly slurred as he speaks. "Uh...I didn't want to drive home...your flat was close..."

Y/n is about to get angry at him for waking her up in the middle of the night, but she quickly realizes that she would rather not have him crash his car because he was drunk-driving.

"Okay...come on..." She grabs his hand and pulls him inside, closing the door behind him. "Couldn't you have called an Uber or a taxi or something?"

He gives her a bewildered stare, as if the thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

"Never mind..." Y/n trails off and lets out a small yawn after speaking, waiting a few moments while he takes his shoes off and leaves them by the front door.

Wilbur stumbles a little as he follows behind her into her bedroom. She makes him sit on the edge of the bed while she gets him a glass of water.

"I'm not thirsty..." He protests groggily when she offers it to him.

"I don't want you to get dehydrated. How much water have you had tonight compared to alcohol?" Y/n replies in a soft, scolding manner.

Wilbur mumbles an inaudible response before taking the glass from her. Meanwhile, Bug hops back up onto the bed and rubs up against the man's side.

"Yayyy cat..." Wilbur laughs quietly while pulling the cat into his lap.

"Go to sleep, clingybur," Y/n smiles, giving him a small peck on his forehead that makes him start grinning. "What? Stop looking at me like that and lay down,"

"No, I want another one," He objects.

She rolls her eyes as she grabs a spare blanket from the foot of the bed, which she wraps around her shoulders. "Goodnight Wilbur,"

But before she can leave, Wilbur wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Stay here..." He mumbles into the fabric of her shirt.

"I'll be right outside," Y/n tells him softly, rubbing his upper back in small circular motions. "If you need anything you can come and get me,"

Wilbur hums a little in return, already being lulled to sleep. Y/n carefully moves out of his grip and helps him lay back into bed. Upon his head hitting the pillow, he almost immediately passes out.

Y/n leaves him in the bedroom and flops onto the living room sofa. After a few moments of situating herself and getting comfortable, she quickly falls back asleep again.

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By some horrible jinx, she wakes up at 7 AM the following morning. Y/n mumbles a curse when she sees the time before burying her face in the pillow beneath her head.

She drags herself from the couch and goes to check on Wilbur, who was still passed out cold.

He's gonna have a bad hangover when he wakes up...

Y/n leaves an Advil and a fresh glass of water on the nightstand for when he wakes up, along with the small trash can from her office.

I'm getting a sense of deja vu here

She goes back to the kitchen to make herself a cup of [preferred drink]. It was cloudy outside, as it usually was, but upon opening one of the windows Y/n finds that it actually wasn't too cold for once. She leaves the window cracked open.

After breakfast and an hour of watching random youtube compilations, Y/n hears a small thud in the other room. She pulls her blanket back up around her shoulders, then goes to check on her guest.

She knocks on the door more out of habit than politeness, and doesn't wait for an answer before peering inside. "Wil? You okay?"

"I feel like I got hit by a truck..." Wilbur says from where he's laying on his back on the floor.

Y/n walks over to him and crouches down at his side. "Did you take the Advil?"

"Yes mom, I took the Advil..." He murmurs with a short laugh.

"Why are you on the floor?"

"I fell..."

She sighs softly and helps him sit upright. "Okay...let's get you back to bed,"

"I'm fine...I've bothered you enough," Wilbur moves his arm out of her grip before she can help him stand.

"You helped me when I was dying of the plague, so I'm perfectly willing to help you with your hangover," Y/n says sternly, finally dragging him to him to his feet after another moment. "Now lay back down before I call Tommy to yell at you,"

Wilbur, obviously not wanting his headache to become worse by Tommy's loud-ness, quickly succumbs to the threat.

"At least let me move to the couch," He insists.

"Alright,"

He finally lays back down again, this time on the couch - which he is too tall for, by the way.

"Wilbur are you sure you're comf-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Wilbur sits upright and leans his side against the back of the couch. It gives his legs just enough room to stretch out. "See?"

Tall person problems I guess

Y/n lets out a small, defeated sigh. "Do you want any cereal?"

"Sure,"

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