“Fuck you, Ace Race.” “Is that a promise?” Wilbur could feel Ace Race’s eyes on him. “Y’know, I’ve heard about you for quite some time, Wilbur. People tell tales of your content, of your creations. But you caught my attention two competitions ago. Screaming that in the middle of your run? My, how bold.” he tilted his head in mock thought. "I believe you said something along the lines of 'Ace Race, take me on a date before you'-"
part of the wilbur x ace race fic im writing... im procrastinating but its at 1k already. do i regret this? yes. will i finish it? also yes.
(i’m also calling this ship wilace for tagging purposes











