the slip-up - will lenney
Will Lenney x Reader
summary: an accidentally slip-up during a video with hot chocolates.
warnings: just a cute couple announcement
word count: 700+ words
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"This is for lazy people..." You mutter, holding up the self-stirring mug and squinting your eyes to inspect how it works. Then, glancing toward the camera with a grin, you add, "perfect for Will."
"What's perfect for me?" Will's voice comes from behind the camera as he strolls back into frame, arms full of Cadbury hot chocolate powder.
"Oh nothing...just me." You tease, lips curving into a smirk.
Will rolls his eyes, setting everything down with a dramatic sigh. "Come on, you know they're gonna make edits about that now."
You can't help but laugh, mostly because you know it's true. The fans have been shipping you and Will for years even since you joined his group of friends. Every shared glance, every off camera cameo, every time your laugh is in the back of his videos... they notice. There are dramatic TikToks with screenshots of your Instagram stories and YouTube compilations titled "them being in love for 10 minutes straight !!!" and endless comments claiming for us 'to just admit it already".
If only they knew how close to the truth they really were.
He huffs a laugh, leaning over the table as he unboxes the mug. “Right, science time. It’s meant to stir itself, yeah? You just press this button—”
The mug starts whirring violently, splattering chocolate up the sides. You jump back with a yelp. “Oh my god, Will! Turn it off!”
“I am turning it off!” He insists, jabbing the button as liquid chaos swirls. “Why is it spinning like it’s possessed?”
You can’t stop laughing, doubling over as he finally manages to stop it. The hot chocolate looks tragic; foamy and uneven, but Will takes a sip anyway.
“Well?” You ask, still giggling.
He shrugs. “Tastes like regret and batteries.”
You snort. “Perfect. I’ll have two.”
He shoots you a look, but his mouth twitches into a smile before he can hide it.
The video rolls on with you try a neck-massage pillow that nearly strangles Will, a mini popcorn maker that explodes kernels across the room, and a gadget that claims to fold laundry automatically (spoiler: it doesn’t). Every failure makes you laugh harder, every sideways glance between you two more obvious.
By the time you reach the last box, you’re both crying with laughter and surrounded by cardboard carnage.
Will rips it open dramatically. “Okay, final one! A miracle cleaning gel. Says it ‘picks up dust and crumbs from hard-to-reach surfaces.’”
You lean toward the camera, whispering, “Finally, something for his room.”
He throws the packaging at you. “I’ll have you know I clean... sometimes.”
“Sure, sure...”
Ignoring you, he presses the goo into a keyboard, watching it stretch and pick up crumbs. His eyebrows lift, impressed. “Oh, hang on. This is actually kinda satisfying.”
You reach for it too, both of you poking at the sticky blob. It squelches. “This is gross,” you mutter. “Feels like alien jelly.”
“Yeah, but look!” He holds it up to the light. “It’s actually cleaning the cracks and everything. This’d be perfect for our cleaning Sundays in the apartment.”
Silence.
The sentence hangs there, soft and heavy, suspended in the quiet buzz of the camera.
Your eyes flick up. His are already wide.
“Our what?” you say, fighting back a grin.
Will freezes, still holding the slime mid-air. “No, wait, I didn’t— that’s not— I meant your apartment. Or, like, an apartment. A generic apartment. Could be anyone’s.”
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “Uh-huh. The apartment we don’t share at all.”
He drags a hand down his face. “Oh, I’m so finished. They’re gonna... they’re absolutely gonna clip that.”
“Oh, definitely. Title: Will Lenney Accidentally Reveals His Secret Girlfriend.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
He glances at you, cheeks pink, mouth twitching. “Shut up.”
You grin at the camera, holding up the cleaning gel like a trophy. “Ten out of ten. Perfect for your… shared household needs.”
Will groans, burying his face in his hands. “We’re never hearing the end of this.”
In the coming weeks, Will releases the video, and he calls you to the couch to come check out the comments, "hey love, come here."
i'm sorry 'our cleaning sundays'????? excuse me! GUYS GUYS GUYS!!11!!! WE KNEW IT!!! they're literally an old married couple!
Will pretends to sulk for an hour before grinning at you from across the couch. “You know, could’ve been worse. At least I didn’t say our bed.”
You smirk. “Give it time, Lenney. Give it time.”
