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Y/n wakes up the next morning feeling like a college student again.

Why? Because hangover. That's why.

She didn't enjoy the feeling. However, she did enjoy waking up cuddling Wilbur on the couch. It makes the pounding headache just slightly more tolerable.

Y/n ends up falling back asleep for a while, only waking back up again when Wilbur ends up shifting all of a sudden, as if he had jolted awake from a dream.

She lifts her head from his shoulder, startling him further.

"Sorry," He momentarily removes his glasses to rub the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it...?"

"I dunno..." Y/n puts her head back down. "It's too bright...and cold..."

Wilbur's arm wraps itself loosely around her waist, but otherwise he doesn't give a reply.

She closes her eyes again, but she can still feel him moving as he reaches for something nearby. Not that she really cared as she was already falling back asleep again anyway.

"What time did we get back last night?" Wilbur asks randomly after a small pause.

"Why are you asking me...?"

"Because you were less drunk than I was,"

"Midnight I think...I remember coming home and falling asleep..." Y/n mumbles before laughing softly. "You could barely walk,"

"I didn't mean to get that drunk..." Wilbur says awkwardly.

"It's fine," She tells him. "I had fun until the hangover set in,"

"It's almost 11 o'clock," He adds. "Do you want anything to eat?"

"Do you have any cereal?"

Wilbur nods and gets off of the couch. Y/n shivers at the sudden absence of warmth that hits her, quickly pulling the blanket on her lap up tighter around her shoulders.

She soon figures out that she wasn't in her own apartment, like she had originally thought. It was Wilbur's.

It didn't matter much to her though. She was comfy where she was, plus her date last night had been fun, so going home wasn't on her mind yet.

Wilbur comes back over and hands her a cereal bowl once she sits upright.

"Do you need an Advil or something?"

"No...I'll just gonna wait it out..." Y/n mutters before eagerly shoveling a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Cereal had never tasted so good until then.

He takes a seat beside her with his own bowl, and breakfast ensues in a comfortable silence. When Y/n finishes she sets the bowl on the coffee table so that she can curl back up on the couch again.

"Cold?" Wilbur asks, still eating.

"Just groggy still..." She replies.

"I'm sure you are," He chuckles softly, his arm moving up to hover over her. Y/n gets the idea and soots closer so that she's cuddled up to his side. His arm wraps around her shoulders to hold her comfortably in place.

She closes her eyes again, drifting in an out of sleep for some time until her phone begins ringing. There's a tap on her shoulder from Wilbur, who is holding the noisy device out to her.

"It's Tommy," He remarks.

Wait- what day is it again?

Y/n snatches the phone from him and answers it. "Hello?"

"You're coming to get me right?" Tommy asks abruptly.

"Wait- it's at 3 isn't it?" She begins to panic slightly.

"Yeah but I wanted to make sure you didn't forget me or anything,"

Fair enough...I probably would have...

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there," Y/n rubs the sleep from one of her eyes and stands up. However, a pang through er head instantly makes her regret the action. Wilbur seems to notice because he grabs her hand and gently pulls her back down to the couch again. "Do you have all your stuff ready?"

"Of course I do," Tommy replies. "Also did you just wake up?"

"No comment,"

"Why do you sleep so late all the time?"

"Goodbye Tommy,"

"Bye,"

Y/n hangs up to curl back up against Wilbur again. "It's too bright..."

"You can always get him tomorrow, you know? He won't mind," He puts his arm back around her.

"I have to get the rental car today though, and return it by the evening, so I have to go..." She murmurs. "But I don't have to pick it up until 1..."

"So we can stay here then...?"

"Mhm,"

-

"But he's in your bed and I'm in your Twitch chat-!"

Wilbur continues laughing as Y/n sings the lyrics to his song along with the car's stereo system. She wasn't really trying at all, but she enjoyed watching his reaction to her horrible singing, so that made it worth the embarrassment.

"Hold on hold on," Wilbur finally says after the song is about to start again for a second time. He grabs her phone, which is playing the music, and puts on another song, which ends up being Tubbo's.

"-I dropped out of college found myself a whole new realm of knowledge-" Y/n immediately picks up on the singing again, and Wilbur joins in this time.

They continue singing songs for the majority or the car ride. It was about an hour and a half to Tommy's house, but the music made it go by way faster.

By the time they get there though, Y/n feels as if her voice was shot. She lays her head down on the steering wheel after they've pulled up to Tommy's house.

"Hangover catching up to you?" Wilbur chuckles.

"I have more Advil in my bag, I'll be fine," She responds after lifting her head again. "Let's go get the child,"

However, before they can move, the front door of the hours swings open.

"Hi guys!" He yells loud enough for them to hear him inside the car.

Y/n rolls down her window so that he can hear her. "Get in loser you're being kidnapped,"

Tommy grins and pumps his fists in the air. "Hell yeah! Finally!"

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qotd:

let's divert from dsmp for a minute; hermitcraft enjoyers, who is your favorite hermitcraft member? for those who don't watch them, what's your favorite kind of cake? (have I asked this yet? only 10 chapters in and idk)