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i will be rebranding this account soon. I do not stand with him. I do not support him.
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omg imagine cc!wilbur but he’s in his silly tanktop and he’s just gotten offstage, and he can’t resist to scoop reader into his (probably still very sweaty) arms and smother them in kisses??
maybe it’s been a while since they’ve seen each other too and he’s just like “i’ve missed you so much.” but all reader can focus on is likely his arms or how hot and sweaty he looks 😭
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ohhh my god. yes
he just sees reader backstage—maybe it was a surprise. He runs to reader and immediately has his arms wrapped around their neck as he rests his head on the top of readers hair.
"Wil! You are going to get my hair wet."
"mm too bad. Missed you."
Reader tries to act tough about it and push him away but immediately melts into his arms instead, and paying attention to how hot he looks in his post-concert sweatiness.
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revivebur but reader’s taken his cigs away and he’s got nothing to relieve that kind of ache that he gets from not smoking in a while, like it’s an addiction, so he ends up cornering reader and asking for his cigarettes back.
and when he eventually doesn’t get them back, he’s all feigning sadness and so he’s like, “well i guess i’ll dull the ache by smothering you in kisses until you can’t breath and you beg me for mercy, huh?”
teehee i love cocky wilbur :p
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giggling. actually giggling at this so badly.
Like hello reader is either completely used to it and tries to walk away from him and ends up being pulled into a kiss anyway OR
reader still gets flustered by him no matter how often he is like this and they are struggling to breatheeee. Lots of teasing ensues and he probably ends up getting his cigs back.
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Pinky promise - Will x GN!reader
summary: a cute little tradition carried on from childhood starts to mean a lot more <3
warnings: mention of pet death, other than that mostly tooth rotting fluff
tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @rqvii , @idontreallyexistyet , @pheliiaa (ask to be added!)
word count: 388
It was a small tradition you started when you were young, whenever someone would make a promise with you, you’d always make them interlock their pinky with yours. A simple pinky promise.
It started mostly with your mom when your childhood dog had passed. She promised it would be okay, you just needed to be sure.
“Hon, I promise, he’s doing okay.” She held you against her chest, running her fingers through your hair and gently rocked you back and forth. She had been holding you for around an hour at this point, simply reassuring you and listening to your short and cut off sobs.
You slowly lifted your head, brows furrowed as you stuck up a pinky. “Pinky promise?” Your voice broke, but she still managed to smile lightly.
She laced her pinky with yours, kissing your forehead before resting hers against yours. “I promise.”
From that moment onward you would truly only trust people if they made a pinky promise, sure it was seen as childish, but it helped with a lot of worries.
Everyone knew you could pick up when they’re even genuine about it, it was almost like you gained an ability to tell after doing it for so long.
The one person who would always lie was Wilbur, your childhood best friend. He always lied about the dumbest things, whether it was taking your food or notebook.
You knew he was lying with your lift up your pinky and he’d simply sigh in shame, before blurting put the truth and practically begging for forgiveness.
You never got mad at him (unless he took your food), mostly because you knew he was trying to be funny.
But now here you were, standing at the altar across from him as you were asked if you’d take him as your husband. “I do.” Your voice was soft, looking up at him with a look of pure adoration.
He stared at you like you were a greek statue, taking in all your features and simply soaking in your beauty. He was asked the same question, a playful smile toying at his lips as he nodded. “I do.. but,” He paused for a second, lifting a pink up and smiled at you.
“Pinky promise?” He spoke quietly, watching as you interlocked your pinky with his and nodded. “Pinky promise.”
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"Cooking Stream!"
➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x chef!streamer!reader
➵ CREATING! 12.22.23 | 3167 words
➵ CONTAINING! wholesome cooking, reader is a chef streamer, wil is on tour, wil and reader are longterm friends
➵ SAYING! i thought this would be super cute to write. a little friends to lovers never hurt anyone hehe. also hope you like the little banner! i dont really do those so this is a first. also not proofread aaa sorry
My masterlist :)
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"How long have you been waiting to do that?"
"Since we met up at the airport.."
“Hey, Wil, I’m about to start the stream. Are you ready?” I asked Wil. From my stream viewer, I could see Wil’s lengthy figure making the barest silhouette from the dark doorframe he was standing at. He insisted on making “an entrance” for my stream, even if it meant standing ominously in the background of my kitchen.
“Maybe.” Wil replied blankly. I rolled my eyes, seeing that he was already in ‘bit’ mode.
I’ve been a cooking streamer for quite some time now. I share and teach people on Twitch my recipes live and created this community where everyone can feel safe and happy to learn. Occasionally, I even invite some of my friends to cook with me, Wilbur being no exception. This was our first time seeing each other in person, and Wilbur suggested that before his concert (which would be tomorrow) he wanted to do a cooking stream with me. It was like the stars aligned because after such a busy day, Wil specifically had a couple hours of free time to hang out with my community and me.
I stopped my intro music and took down my startup stream screen to reveal my camera, which showcased me, my kitchen, and Wilbur who was just barely visible on camera.
“Hi, friends! Welcome to the stream! Sorry for the delay, our special guest sadly couldn’t make it.” I said faking a distraught frown. I tried my best to avoid looking at chat, but just from a quick glance I could see spams of terror as they pointed out the figure behind me. I picked up a bowl and began my usual intro. “So, my lovelies, grab your bowls!” I reached over and grabbed my spatula. “Grab your utensils! and—” I looked around, acting confused. “Huh, I wonder where my chef hat is..”
Wil arose from the shadows, stomping toward me with his limbs stiff and a blank expression on his face.
“Oh, there’s my chef hat!” I exclaimed, smiling while looking at Wil. In a swift, goofy motion, Wil ducked his head down, making the hat land straight into the bowl I was holding. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Wil tried a desperate attempt to put the hat on my head. Once the hat laid lopsided on me, he turned around with his hands on his hips.
“Hi guys,” he smiled. “As you can see, I will not be the one leading this operation.”
“Yeah, they know.” I mocked jokingly. I placed the bowl and spatula onto the table to fix the hat. “If you guys don’t know, this is Wilbur Soot, but he doesn’t stream much anymore. So frankly, I don’t even know why I invited him.” That snarky comment made Wil nudge me on the shoulder.
“Hey! I’m still relevant on the world web!” Wil exclaimed.
“You know I’m kidding!” I laughed. “But Wil and I met like a loooong way back. Like you were doing your little livestream concerts?” I turned to look at him as he nodded to confirm my words. “And now look at you! In the middle of a whole worldwide tour!” Though he rolled his eyes in response he still had that familiar, dimple smitten smirk on his face.
I was proud to see Wilbur at his position now. I remember all those late-night calls when we would talk about what we wanted to be in few years' time. We were only small baby streamers when we first met. I did cooking streams in my parents’ kitchen and the townhouse he used to stream in was sold off long ago. Now we were in my own kitchen with tens and thousands of people watching us live, and tomorrow, thousands of more were going to watch Wil perform with his guitar and his voice.
It was time to start cooking. Today we were making strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips. I started off by giving directions as to what measurements you would need. Before I do my cooking streams, I like to post what ingredients would be needed the day because sometimes my fans would post selfies of them following my streams live while also cooking.
“So first, lets stir in our dry ingredients, yes?” I looked at Wil, who only eagerly nodded in silence. “So, of course, like all streams, I like to do my measurements while live just in case anyone needs time to catch up. So I hope everyone has their measuring utensils, because I’m about to give the measurements! And of course, I will be providing them on the screen as well.” I stated, looking at my OBS display.
Wil and I began to prep the ingredients. Each time I stated a measurement, Wil would scramble around the kitchen for the key components before emptying the powder into the bowl. I let out a small chuckle. “Wilbur, take your time, seriously! We’re supposed to be enjoying the moment.” I exclaimed.
“But but—!” Wil protested.
“Wil!”
With a defeated sigh, he slowed his movements as he scurried around the kitchen for the rest of the materials. As I stirred the flour and sugar together, I waited for Wil to come with the baking powder and salt. In the meantime, I started to look at chat.
“(y/n) is smiling a bit too much yall”
“YES WILBUR TREAT OUR CHEF RIGHT!!”
“is this (y/n)’s bf?”
Though it’s safe to say Wilbur and I had never had feelings for each other, the comments still flustered me. To prevent myself from getting more flushed, I pointed my attention back to my mixing bowl. Suddenly, Wilbur came behind me, holding the measuring cups.
“Ah, Wil—”
“This would be more an efficient way of getting our ingredients mixed in, no?” Wilbur suggested. His arms were on either side of my body, sprinkling in both the salt and baking powder carefully as his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from such an intimate position but tried my best not to ignore it. After he was done, he set the utensils aside and placed his hands on either side of my wrists, stirring with my movements.
Despite us both knowing that the chat was going crazy at this point, we both enjoyed the moment. Ever since Wil and I met each other in person for the first time, we had this habit of messing around with each other in physical ways. Within the first hour of us being together, we were running around the city, climbing over each other while sitting down, and Wilbur at one point threw me over his shoulder because I was “walking too slow.” It all felt completely natural to us. However, hat made me most flustered about it now in this very moment was the fact that thousands of people were watching us live!
We proceeded with mixing in the ingredients. Wilbur helped combined the wet ingredients as he gradually poured them into the mixing bowl I was stirring (of course, he again insisted that he stood over me as he poured for “maximum efficiency”). After some time with the spatula, took it out and turned towards the camera.
“Alright, so at this point of the process, it’s going to get a little hard to stir the dough, so—” I glanced to my laptop’s stream viewer and saw that Wil was doing silly faces and gestures, completely taking the attention away from me. I watched as he opened his mouth wide and inched closer to me, almost trying to bite me. Without thinking, I took my finger to get a scoop of the batter before turning around and smudging it into Wil’s face.
Wilbur stared at me in shock as a smug grin rested on my face. Swiftly, he took the spatula from my hands, gathered a large glob with his fingers, and smeared it all over my face. My cheek was now lathered with the think substance as I stared at him, bewildered. It was now Wil’s turn to start smiling with his dimples prominent as they could be. “What, you started it!” Wil argued, putting his hands up. My eyes slowly trailed to the open flour bag he had left on the counter. It was as if Wil followed my gaze, because as soon as I reached over to that bag, Wil was on the run.
“What the— Come back here, you prick!” I cried. I grabbed a fistful of flour before aimlessly chasing him around the island counter. His legs were far too long to outrun me, but that also meant he was rather clumsy with his movement as well. We returned in front of the camera when Wil began to lose balance after turning a sharp corner. I took my chance and ran in front of him before dusting him with a fistful of flour all over his apron and face.
I fell into a fit of laughter, clutching my stomach. “Holy shit, Wil! You look ridiculous!” I said in between gasps. Wil stared in utter horror, but soon enough, he started laughing as well when he saw his reflection from the stream viewer.
“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, (y/n), what have you done?!” He cried. It sent me more into hysterics, laughing as I held onto the counter for dear life. “I’m going to try and wash this out now. You better hope and pray for your restroom.” Wil said, waving me off as he made his way to my bathroom.
“In the top left drawer in my room are my baggy clothes you could wear!” I called out. I carried on with the stream, leaving where I left off. I got my stand mixer and turned on the machine so that it could start stirring on its own. I also cleaned up around the area and washed the batter off my face before reading the chat.
“Alright, chat, how we feeling about this stream, huh? Everyone doing good following along? Do you guys like Wil?” I asked. I scanned the chat, smiling at some of the comments.
“Wil and (y/n) are an iconic duo bruh”
“YES CHEF WE LOVE THE STREAM CHEF”
“I’m doing good following along :D”
“WILBUR IS SO FUNNY”
By the time the dough was done mixing, so was Wilbur, who had just finished washing up and changing his clothes. He wore a baggy Artic-Monkeys tee with gray sweatpants that suited him perfectly. “Is the dough done?” Wil said. His hair was a curly mess most likely from wetting it then drying it with a towel. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose with his eyes just barely visible. Something about this look, whether it be his disheveled hair or the fact that he was wearing my clothes, made me blush a little.
“—Oh,” I muttered, barely realizing that he asked me a question. “Yeah, it’s done, we could start placing them on the tray now.” He nodded before coming behind me, placing hands on my waist. “Ah—! Wilbur!” he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With a defeated sigh, I turned off the machine and removed the bowl from the stand mixer. “Come on,” I said. “Help me shape the cookies.”
“Yes, chef!” he enthusiastically remarked. He stood back up, and we were back on business. We proceeded to work together to shape the cookies, making light conversation while also taking some questions from the chat. Wilbur talked about some stories he had on tour. He compared his experiences from when he used to do little stream performances to the big stage in front of thousands of people live.
Once we were done shaping the cookies, we placed the two trays into a preheated oven. I did the dishes while Wilbur offered to tend to my chat. There something so.. Domestic about Wil and I cooking. It came naturally, as if this isn’t the first time we cooked together, and it certainly this wouldn’t be the last. I scrubbed the bowl clean as I thought about the warmth of Wilbur wrapping around my body. How he nuzzled his nose into my scent, then pulling away reluctantly. A small smile formed on my lips. Though I knew deep down that I’ve never felt that way about Wilbur, and I doubt that he felt that way with me, it was still such an ideal way of moving on with life.
“Hey, (y/n)?” Wilbur called out. I shook my head and turned around to face Wilbur.
“Yes?” I asked. I wiped my hands with a dry towel before taking my place next to Wilbur, who had his waist against the counter and his hands holding himself up.
“Chat wants to do a Q&A session with the both of us. I think they’re tired of hearing about my tour stories.” He chuckled.
“Hm, I don’t think they’re tired of you, rockstar,” I smiled. “but sure, let’s do a Q&A with the two of us.”
The chat proceeded casually, and we had a fun time answering some questions. We talked about how we first met, how we grew up together as streamers, and how life has been for us more. However, there was one reoccurring question that we tried to ignore for some time, but at this point, it was rapidly coming up.
“Do you have feelings for each other?” I read out loud.
Wil and I looked at each other. Maybe it was the delusions I had, but there was something so sincere in Wil’s eyes. His eyes almost sparkled under the kitchen warm light, and his brown eyes could easily be confused for a fresh cocoa harvested from the jungle. His eyes squinted like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could ask, he turned away.
“No.” He stated but rather reluctantly. “We’ve just been really good friends for these past years, right?” He turned to me again.
“Mhm,” I hummed. My gaze then drifted to the camera. “Chat, stop shipping us together, seriously! You guys are acting like this is the first time I’ve done a cooking stream with a guy! Shame on you, chat!” I playfully lectured. But in my mind sat some heavy thoughts. I wondered if the reason why Wil was so hesitant was because he felt uncomfortable with the topic. Worry flooded my head, hoping that I didn’t ruin his time on stream.
Ding!
The oven went off, meaning that the cookies were ready. “Ah, cookies are ready!” I beamed, lightning the mood. I looked through the drawers, looking for the oven mitts. However, none were to be found. Wil noticed my confusion and came up behind me, a bit more careful on distance this time.
“Is something wrong?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he leaned down to talk to me.
“Yeah.. I can’t find the oven mitts. Hold on, I probably left them in the washing machine room.” I turned around to face him.
“Alright, I’ll be here.” He smiled. I smiled back before moving past him, leaving the kitchen and headed down the hall to the spare storage room I had. I opened the door and looked around, finding those beige oven mitts I would frequently use while baking something. Without realizing, Wilbur was treading down the hallway.
“Ugh, where are they..” I thought out loud. I dug through the dryer, seeing if they were hiding under the freshly warm clothes. Finally, I was able to achieve the oven mitts. I stood up properly and held the oven mitts as I kicked the dryer closed. I turned around to finally get back to the stream and Wilbur. I wonder if—
Before I could finish thinking, a hand was on a hip and another hand was under my chin. Those familiar brunette curls brushed against my forehead, as I looked up to see Wilbur. His glasses were pushed up so that his face could be close to mine without any trouble. His eyes were half-lidded, almost looked like they were longing. Sparks tingled in my chest as I stared at him. A gulp running through my throat.
“May I kiss you..?” He gently asked. His voice was so low, so sensual, it was like waking up next to him after a long night of cuddling. My face burned, but not a single nerve in my body told me that I should deny his request.
I placed the oven mitts onto the nearest surface, not daring to look away from him. I could feel him getting nervous because even through the dark lighting, I could see his face turning red as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before I could even register my movements, I cupped either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss I didn’t even know how much I longed.
His body sunk into my touch as he held me close with weak warms. His lips, soft and pink, danced with mine with a hunger I never realized he had. They were desperate, yearning for my warmth. Little did I know my movements mimicked his with just as much desperation.
Reluctantly, we pulled away as we held each other tight and close to each other’s bodies. His eyes were clouded underneath his mess of hair and glasses, but a wide smile rested on his face.
“How.. How long were you waiting to do that..?” I asked, breathless.
“The moment we met up at the airport, honestly..” He chuckled. “Come on.. You have a stream to wrap up.” Wilbur walked out of the room. His hand held mine until he was enough distance away, even clutching to my middle finger before departing. I stared as he turned the corner, joyfully greeting the chat as if nothing happened.
I realized that my cheeks were aching from smiling too much. As I listened to Wil ramble some excuse to chat as to why it’s taking me forever to return, I grabbed the oven mitts and slid down the hallway.
Maybe there was a reason why all of this felt so right. How being with Wilbur just felt so natural. I was out of frame, but I couldn’t help but stare at him.
Yeah.. I could get used to this.
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a / n ~ aaahhh hope yall enjoyed! notes of all kind are appreciated :D and like always, thank you so much for the support.
basically tagging anyone that interacted with my previous posts whoopsies @listenheresweaty @buns-and-butter @mysticalsoot @tiredandbisexual @phxntomsdusk @themonsterunderurmom
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heyyy spsp i see zombur in your write for list and… i’m insane for that man :3
like yes he has no brain but doesn’t that mean all the love he wants to give is just sort of compiled together for reader? teehee
also he seems like SUCH the type to attack reader with cuddles n little kisses after a particularly hard day in the apocalypse :( probably because he craves touch so much :((
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no brain but doesn’t that mean that all his love is coming from his heart ?! i’m a poet guys someone pay me /j.
i always imagine that zombur would be suuupperr affectionate simply because touch is one of the only things that he can still register as a human emotion. But yesss cuddles and kisses because maybe they had some close calls and he is desperate to convince himself it’s all okay ☹️☹️ i need to write a blurb where zombur is cured and zombur is HAPPY.
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hey… imagine gothbur when he’s all sleepy and tired and he doesn’t wanna move :( but he’s got a gig in a couple hours and reader needs to do his makeup, so they have to get him up and he’s all super tired and groggy but still so full of absolute love :((((
sorry i’m absolutely crazy over gothbur 😊
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awh wait stop gothbur having his goth band with him that’s so wonderful what. also imagine reader is worried something is wrong ☹️ likeee..
there was 2 hours until wilbur’s gig and he still had not come out of his room. With hesitance, you knock on the door and with no response decide to walk in. There he lies, sleeping—well at least he looks asleep.
reader walks over to him and shakes at his shoulders a bit, seeing his eyes flutter open. “Hello sweetheart, have you come to sit with me?” he asks, but it’s obvious he knows what you’ve come for.
“Wil you’ve got a gig soon. Let’s get up and get your makeup done alright?” but he just shakes his head and buries it into the pillow, reaching his hand out to hold your wrist. “are you alright darling? Have you gotten sick?” and you’re immediately feeling his forehead to see if he’s hot.
“nooo m’fine. jus’ realllyy tired.”
hes actually just a guy
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will u write about studentbur.. perhaps..
hey hey! studentbur as in silly guy in school then yes!! i have some ideas but if you have specific requests i would love to hear them :p
short answer: yes
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spspsp i see you’re writing for gothbur spspsp i cannot wait to see that omg??? he’s just such a silly guy i am highly anticipating the gothbur fics 🙏🙏
hey hi also can i be 🌞 anon pls!! :3
hey yes :3 gothbur the actually silly ass guy!! I will write gothbur fics just for you 🌞anon
feel free to send in asks about him you silly goose!!!
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masterlist !
cc!Wilbur
: ̗̀➛"For you--anything."
[more coming soon...]
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Rysie Writes ! ≫
Rys / Ry . they/she. wilbur soot fanatic. bisexual. fanfic writer. i’m literally a silly guy. my asks are open, request what you’d like. sfw blog. I will probably mostly write for wilbur as he is my main interest, but i'll let you know if it changes. Friend of the sun?
" top heavy amazon basics standing lamp is the only light left in my life " -- wilbur soot, amazon standing lamp
｡･:*˚:✧｡ about ! ✧˖*°࿐
boundaries. who I write for. [🎸🦔] wilbur masterlist.
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"For you—anything."
: ̗̀➛PAIRING. cc!Wilbur soot x sensitive!reader
: ̗̀➛WORDS. 986
: ̗̀➛SYNOPSIS. reader has a shitty day at work and really needs the comfort of their boyfriend. unluckily for them he also had a shitty day and accidentally takes it out of them. fluff ensues.
: ̗̀➛WARNINGS. none really, reader cries and he calms her down. fluff and angst if you squint hard enough. you/yours pronouns used however reader has hair long enough to be tied up.
: ̗̀➛NOTES. hey guys !! this is my first little fic to be written on here!!! I hope you guys like it and if you want more you can use the ask on my page!
You weren’t expecting your day to be as long as it felt. Your boss was on your ass for something stupid, and everyone was asking far too much of you for one day. The only thing that was holding you back from a mental breakdown was the thought of finally getting home to your boyfriend.
You walked up the steps of the front porch and fiddled with your keys for a bit before finally inserting it and unlocking the door. You pushed through the door, kicking off your uncomfortable shoes and hanging your coat on the coat rack.
It wasn’t surprising that Wilbur hadn’t come to greet you yet. He could have been sleeping, or in his office. With a sigh, you place your bag over the arm of the dining chair. You walk slowly over to Wilbur’s office door, knocking on it lightly before opening it and walking in.
His talking about something random stops when he hears the creak of the door. He looks over at you, seeing the smile on your face. He clicks at something on his computer, presumably to mute.
“I’m streaming.”
“Yes. I see.” you smile at him tiredly.
He sighs, almost seeming upset in his body language. “I’ll be out in a second okay? Just give me a second.” his tone sounded bored. His voice short and clipped.
Your mouth falls open in surprise, “I-I okay. Are you okay?”
His eyes stay on his screen as he talks, “Yes! I said i’ll be out in a minute.”
You blink, the tears pricking at your eyes. You sniffle, nodding—even though he can’t see. “Okay. I love you.”
The sniffling makes him look over from his computer, scanning your face and noticing the sadness plaguing your face.
“Are you—” but you shut the door before he can finish his sentence, letting tears fall from your eyes silently.
It was stupid. You felt like you were overreacting. But, he was pushing you off and he was the only thing you were looking forward to today. It was dumb. It was stupid.
You went over towards the kitchen to start walking to your bedroom so he didn’t have to see you crying. As you heard the shuffling inside his office you walked a slight bit faster. This was to no avail because his stride was too long with his long fucking legs.
His door opened and he walked out, borderline running to you from across the room. He grabbed your shoulders to turn you around and you looked down at the ground. His finger found the bottom of your chin, directing your eyes to his.
“I’m so sorry.” he says, leaning down and kissing your forehead softly.
Your tears don’t stop as they trail hot on your skin. The frown on his face makes you feel even worse. You shouldn’t be causing him to be upset, and especially not about this.
“Are you okay?”
That question makes you single-handedly break down more, because honestly? No. No you were not okay. You weren’t feeling okay. The pad of his thumb brought you back to the present, wiping away some of the stray tears that were still falling.
“Okay. No you aren’t okay. Here.” and he pauses for a moment, looking around before deciding to take you to the couch. He picks you up under your arms, lifting you and holding you bridal style. He walks to the couch and sits you down, laying your legs onto the ottoman.
He takes a hair tie from around his wrist, brushing your hair out of your face and putting it up behind your shoulders in a low ponytail.
“Breathe darling. It’s okay. I’m here okay?” he says softly.
You nod at him, becoming hyper aware that you are crying over—probably nothing. Blearily you blink back some tears, attempting very hard to stop crying.
His hands on your shoulders, and the look of love on his face is what really stopped you from crying in the end. You got yourself together, after more deep breaths that he directed you through.
“Good, okay. Now can you tell me what’s up?” he asks carefully, attempting to step on eggshells and hope they don’t break.
“Yeah—I just..” you trail off, trying to think—truly think about why you were upset.
“I had a really bad day. I’ve been looking forward to-to seeing you all day. I got home and then you just seemed mad at me when I walked in your office.” you say through shaky breathing.
He nods at you, listening closely to your words. After a moment of silence he speaks, “I’m so sorry you had a bad day. I’m also sorry that I-I pushed you off when you came in my office. I’d been streaming for a while and just couldn’t find a time to end it. I was annoyed and took it out on you—and i shouldn’t have. I’m sorry my love.”
You take another deep breath and nod. “Okay. Thank you. I get you were annoyed—not at me, but annoyed.”
A short moment passes before he’s sat down on the couch next to you, “Do you want to—”
“Cuddle?” you finish for him. “Yes. Yes I do.”
His soft smile is enough to ensure you made the right decision as you get pulled down by your shoulders to lay on him. His hands find your hair and play around with the loose strands.
“Do you want to talk about your day?” he asks. You close your eyes.
“No. I just want to sit here with you for now. We can talk about it later.” you see him nod at you from the corner of your eye.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay with that.”
Your head lays back against his chest, and your hands grab at the flannel jacket he was wearing, comforting yourself in his warmth. He giggles at this.
"I love you darling."
"I love you, Wil."
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✩ Who i'll write for ✧˖*°࿐
I will mostly write for wilbur and his characters.
wilbur soot
: ̗̀➛cc!Wilbur
: ̗̀➛cowboybur
: ̗̀➛clinic/siren!wilbur
: ̗̀➛phantombur (origins smp)
: ̗̀➛c!wilbur (any era)
: ̗̀➛royalty!bur
: ̗̀➛simpbur
: ̗̀➛gothbur
: ̗̀➛zombur
: ̗̀➛teacherbur
: ̗̀➛studentbur
: ̗̀➛ im sure theres more so if you have a bursona you want to see? request it!
Criminal Minds
: ̗̀➛ spencer reid
: ̗̀➛ aaron hotchner
: ̗̀➛ emily prentiss
: ̗̀➛ derek morgan
: ̗̀➛ penelope garcia
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Boundaries
: ̗̀➛sfw blogs only please! I'm a minor
: ̗̀➛dni if you are homophobic, racist, transphobic, etc
: ̗̀➛14+ I would say
: ̗̀➛I will write basically anything other than nsfw
: ̗̀➛don't be unnecessarily rude to me
: ̗̀➛don't ask over and over again for the same thing please, there's a chance I already have seen something you've asked for and I'm working on it
: ̗̀➛be patient, i am literally just a girl
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