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hi!! i was wondering if you could write hcs about wilbur soot falling in love with and eventually dating a shy baker girl? like, she's super sweet and shy and isn't super loud or outgoing and she just kinda likes to do her own thing and bake sweets?
aaaaaaaaa this took me ages to get to but hey, better late than never!
I did assume this was cc!wilbur since you didn't specify, so I went with this. do correct me if I'm wrong, though! I love this prompt, so I'll happily redo it :>
Wilbur Soot falling in love with the sweet baker girl!
Oh my god when he saw you
He physically went 😳
It starts with him coming in every day
He literally has no reason to come in as often as he does, he doesn't have a sense of taste
It's not the pastries he comes for, though
It's the baker behind the counter that's even more sweet than her treats
Sooner or later, the daily visits turn into flirting
Well, him dancing on the line between flirting and joking whilst you listen and laugh
And later on, it blossoms into friendship. Well, what friendship you can see for seeing each other for maybe half an hour every day.
In a burst of confidence, you finally managed to respond to his hopeless flirting
"Do you have an extra heart? Because someone just stole mine." "Heart transplants? Already? At least take me to dinner first." "Happily. How does dinner at my flat sound? Maybe half six tonight?" "Sounds like a plan." "Great. Pick you up here?" "Sounds good!"
You know that clip from the "Wrong Number" comedy skip where the comedian suddenly sighs and says, "OH MY GOD THAT WORKED."?
That.
Both of you.
He seriously didn't expect you to respond like that. Not that he's complaining, though!
That evening, you go to his flat
Upon seeing his guitar, you start asking various questions about if he plays and what songs he plays - that sort of thing
Something between the two of you starts to click, and you both notice
Without realising, you start going on more and more dates
It starts off as once a month, then maybe every two weeks, then every wednesday evening, and then lunch at yours every friday afternoon
It's not something that you really discuss, it just happens
The fact that he has a girlfriend only really sinks in when he's discussing relationships with Tommy on stream
"Wilbur, how many dates have you been on recently? Are you getting many women?"
"Actually, I've been on quite few, recently."
"Getting all them hoes, eh?"
"Jesus Christ, don't say that to anyone, please. It's been with the same person; we've been going out for a while now."
He never goes any further than that, though
Chat knows he has a girlfriend, but they don't know much more than that
He wants you to have privacy, and broadcasting you across the internet is not the way to go about that
He might talk about your dates or the things you do together, but other than that, he tries to avoid talking about you while streaming
ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOTE-
He's very shocked to discover that you're genuinely just that nice
He always assumed it was one of those things where you act differently around strangers, but when you warm up to them, that changes
But no
You're just an absolute sweetheart!
Occasionally you might have days where, after a long day of work, you don't want to go out
On those days, you sit in either of your beds, and just exist with each other
Maybe you read or watch a film or something like that
all in all, 10/10 relationship
would recommend
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wilbur soot as your boyfriend ♡
pairing: wilbur x gn!reader
summary: wilbur loves you a whole lot:)
length: relatively short (362 words)
-> constantly sending you cute photos when you‘re not with him, especially on tour. most random shit ever like it could legit be a cool looking rock
-> hand holding 24/7 😭
-> obsessed with making you homemade stuff for valentines and anniversaries, he saw paper roses made out of book pages on pinterest and went down a rabbit hole from there
-> he‘d heavily lean into the idea of promise rings
-> physical touch & acts of service!!! i will die on this hill
-> would match outfits with you on accident… totally
-> absolutely infatuated with you; literally can’t stop staring at you, even when you call him out on it
-> if you even glance at something in a shop, he‘ll whip out his wallet immediately
-> he‘s a big spoon imo but he doesn’t really care as long as he gets to cuddle with you, he would die a happy man snuggled up next to you
-> internally squeals whenever he sees your username pop up in chat. his voice softens a little and he tries to act cooler (it fails)
-> is still so nervous around your family enough though they all love him to bits and basically consider him your husband already
-> speaking of chat, they get a lovely half an hour long explanation of something funny you did just about every stream
-> always puts his hand on your lower back to lead you through places, regardless of if you’re built like a tank or not
-> play a demo versions of all of his songs to you, your opinion means the world to him
-> LOVESSS getting face kisses, makes him go all red and flustered which is a bonus
-> would be the kinda person to talk during a movie, fucking analysing it as it plays
• "oh my GOD!!!! her GIRLFRIEND just drowned!!!"
• "wil… you know i‘m watching the movie too right?"
-> calls you ”darling“, ”sweetheart“ and ”love“ mostly, with an occasional ”baby“ slipped in there
-> will rant about you for hours unapologetically
-> has a framed picture of you two on his desk, as a form of emotional support
first actual piece of writing posted on here 😭😭😭 praying
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PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader
SUMMARY — neck bites.
NOTES — fluff, the neck biting is sfw !! fem reader in mind, but it's not really specified,, lowercase is intended, small small little drabble
EXTRA — i have a job interview tomorrow and decided to write this instead ..
it had just hit 1am before wilbur finally came to join you in bed, his eyes closing automatically, as he took off his clothes to change into some pyjamas (joggers and a black t-shirt).
he flopped onto the bed beside you, placing one arm above his head to cover his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. you happily made yourself comfortable on his chest, eyes closing to the sound of his heartbeat.
"d'you have a good day?" you asked, tracing small swirls into his chest, as you moved your head to look up at him. a small smile was now on his features, as light kisses were placed on his jawline.
"yeah, didn't do much, but ive got sound checks with the band tomorrow," he groaned, hating the thought of having to ever get out of bed.
you just hummed, placing one last kiss to his jaw, before suddenly getting the urge to bite. was it normal? probably not. are you going to do it anyway? definitely.
"ow!" he laughed, facing his head to the left of him, just out of your reach. however, you had sat up by now, a smile on your face.
you held his jaw, facing him to you again, seeing the soft smile on his face as he looked at you, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.
"what are you saying ow at?" you played dumb, smiling innocently as he rolled his eyes.
"you bit me!" he argued, rubbing the bitten jaw slightly, before moving his arm to trace doodles on your back.
"i didnt do such a thing," you smirked, before leaning in and biting his neck, feeling him giggle and try to move away.
"you're such a little gremlin," he laughed, before pulling you down, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn't move. finally, you relaxed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.
"goodnight, love," he whispered, kissing your hairline.
"goodnight," you bit his neck once more, kissing it, then drifted to sleep, a smile on both yours and wilburs face.
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Hi! I just wanted to ask, If its okay to request something with male reader and wilbur? :D
Have a good day!
my darling, husband
A/N; this took me a stupidly long time but tbf I kept stopping writing bc..lack of motivation. but I finished it!! so here!! its very fluffy and honestly a lot of the affection from will is self indulgent so there's that lol
summary; reader and wil havent disclosed their relationship nor their marriage but wilbur decides to bite the bullet impulsively during a lvjy radio interview
tw// swearing, so much affection, its just fluff, will is suggestive at the end
words; 2.3k
pairings; cc!wilbur x male!reader
pronouns; he/him
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Your relationship with Wilbur was anything but public, your family and friends knew--and that was enough for you both. As far as the rest of the world and the internet were concerned, you two were simply best friends. Close friends. Obviously, you were shipped together but you both found it more entertaining than anything.
Plus.
Wilbur didn't feel comfortable disclosing the fact you were his husband. Husband. Male, not a woman- which everyone seemed to assume that's what his eventual partner would be, and that bothered him to great lengths. Why couldn't it be a clean slate, that he, himself, and himself only, could write on--determine the contents of. He never knew, but now, he had that opportunity.
He wanted to casually mention it, something he slips in, a method that would break the internet, making everyone take a step back and reevaluate. He thought it'd be so fun.
"I have a radio interview today," Wilbur spun the silver band around his finger, fidgeting as he gazed at you from across the island counter. His elbows rested on the wood countertop, his eyes locked intently on you as he smiled softly, a mischief in his eyes.
"Yeah? What about?" Your mouth quirks up into a smirk, a knowing little gesture. You knew.
"About anything really--" He cut himself off, taking in a breath and walking behind the counter to you, wrapping his arms around your middle, his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, "Although, I was thinking about something," He grabbed your hand and spin you to face him, "Would you like to hear?"
He smiled softer as he leaned down til your faces were inches apart, you smiled, a soft kiss placed upon his lips, "Sure, why not?"
Wilbur moved his hands to rest on your hips, "I was thinking, what if I mentioned my husband-- I'm sure I can find a way to mention my handsome lover, don't you think?" He smirks, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, thumbs rubbing your hip bones and you shrug.
"I'm sure you'll find a way, love," You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pauses, his breath fanning against your skin in a blanket of warmth--yet it still makes you shiver.
"I always do," He resumes, light kisses being placed on the skin of your neck, his slight stubble tickling you and you giggle slightly. You feel him smirk against your skin, shaking his head a moment before he pulls back to look at you, "It's so hard not to gush about you."
"I'm just that wonderful," You smile smugly up at him, your hands finding a resting spot on his sides, rubbing softly, "You're gonna be late though, so go! Move along, darling!" You giggle as he huffs.
"But-"
You smack his chest, "No, go!"
"Fiiiine--" He kisses your cheek and then nuzzles his nose against your soft skin. He moves to whisper in your ear, breathing fanning against your ear, tickling you, "I'll see you later, baby boy."
You roll your eyes at him, smiling playfully and you smack his shoulder, "Wilbur!"
He giggles, backing up, and before he skips out of the kitchen--he brings you into a deep, loving kiss, his hands on either side of your face and his thumbs rubbing softly on your cheeks. His lips moving entirely in sync with yours and almost desperate to never leave you. He pulls back a few moments later, both of you panting for air and smiling like lovesick fools. Never gets old, you think, his love.
He doesn't say another word, no goodbye or see you later-- and he slips out of the kitchen, skipping up the stairs with an extra pep in his step. He slings open the door to his office, and he sneaks inside, finding his spot at his chair and booting up his computer. He pulls his feet to rest on the chair, his legs pulled against his chest as he watches everything load.
The windows bing sounded and he logged in; his password simple and totally not relating to you--and then he opened Zoom not short after- a piece of him wishing it was discord, despite how cringy that may be--the audio quality was just better in his opinion but he wasn't sure it really mattered. The radio would just fuzz it out and that really defeats the purpose of good audio quality, doesn't it?
He taps the desk as he waits for the meeting to start, and when it does, Mark's the first to be there or maybe he was the first they let it. Joe and Ash follow after and then the interviewers introduce themselves. He kinda zones out and then he hears his name;
"Welcome Lovejoy! Ash, Joe, Mark and Wilbur have joined us today to talk about their new EP 'Wake up and it's over'! So, boys, what are you all about? Introduce yourselves."
Mark goes first, "I'm Mark Boardman, I'm on drums for our silly band and uh, they got me off fiver," Mark chuckles softly, and the rest of the band all giggles along.
"Yeah, Wil just found him on Fiverr, just like for the first EP and then he joined the band," Joe chimes in, giggling softly, "I'm Joe, lead guitarist and like I guess backing vocals sometimes?" The man chuckles at the last part, Wilbur can see his face contort in this jokingly confused expression--since everyone but Wil have their cameras on. Doesn't want to bother with the green screen today, still hasn't gotten a room divider--the office looks too much like a married couple's shared space. Too risky.
He smiles softly as Joe and Mark introduce Ash together, mentioning his badass guitarist turned bassist background--the burger shop story, all of that.
And then he introduces himself, "I'm Wil Gold, Lovejoy's lead singer I suppose? And according to my roommate, their token mentally ill perfectionist--" He chuckles, shaking his head. Ash, Joe and Mark all nod their heads, agreeing with his last statement. He wanted to say husband, he almost said it. Ash saw it, he saw how Wil started to slip up--started to say husband instead of roommate--
No one else notices, the interviewers greet them and move along with their questions. The boys mindlessly answer, bantering slightly as they answer each question.
"So, we all know you guys have scrapped a lot of songs, which one's that you've released weren't supposed to be?" Joe and Mark chuckle, Ash giggles and Wilbur rolls his eyes with a soft smile.
"There were two-- the first was Perfume," Wilbur starts, and Mark butts in to continue.
"That one was saved by two people actually, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Wilbur's little brother, pushed the most, if we're honest. He was so so set that Perfume was the best song-" Mark rambles on, Joe joining every once and a while and then they both look to Wilbur.
"The other was Call Me What You Like," Wilbur sucks in a breath and trains his eyes down, fidgeting with his fingers as he smiles softly, "My husband, actually, begged for that one. He was incredibly set on how good of a song it was, even more so than he was with Perfume, more than Tommy was!" He laughs softly, thinking back at the months you spent reminding him of how wonderful of a song it was, how beautiful it sounded--how much you loved it.
"Yeah, Y/N was very persistent-- Wilbur told me sometimes the first thing he would do was look at Wil, smile and say 'You should keep Call Me What You Like'-- like very first thing in the morning," Joe speaks now, chuckling slightly at his own memory of your persistence.
"Mm, yep, he commented a lot on my voice sounding like-- hold on, I'll go get him and he can tell you. Is that alright?" Wilbur turns to leave out of his chair, the interviewer chuckles and holds out their hand.
"Hold on, husband?" A playful yet confused smile shows on their face.
Wilbur nods, "Yep, husband-- I'll be right back with him," He cuts them off before they can even mention assumptions or press more about you. He mutes himself and turns off his camera, spins his chair, jumping out and slipping out the office door with a swift motion.
He's down the stairs in mere moments, back in the kitchen and arms wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He presses soft kisses to your neck, a smirk evident, and you can feel it. You jump from the sudden movements and touch, smacking his arm playfully and giggling.
"Wilbur- shouldn't you be in your interview?" You turned around in his arms and he grumbled as he moved back to place soft kisses on the other side of your neck.
"I am in my interview buuuuut-" He draws out the word, lifting up his head as he gazes down into your eyes, soft and loving, "I wanted to show you off, so, come on! Come with me!"
He grabs both your hands in his, tugging you along-- trying to get you out of the kitchen and upstairs to the office, you stop him, shaking your head and chuckling.
"Darling, it's your interview--"
He steps closer to you, and he lets his grip on your hands fall, and he holds onto your hips.
"Yeah well, I want to show off my husband, and show them the person who saves half the songs we release," He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, "Come on, honey," He whispers it against your ear and you can practically feel the smirk as he speaks.
"Fine," You grumble and he giggles, practically dragging you out of the living room and up the stairs into the office. He's the first to find a spot, back in his chair and you start to pull your chair over next to him--and he hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap and he rests his chin on your shoulder. A few soft kisses placed on your neck and he asks;
"Ready?"
You nod, chuckling slightly as you lean against him. He clicks on his camera and unmutes and you both wave.
"I am back and have acquired my husband," He smiles big and happy, holding your hips with both his hands as he speaks. You rest your hands on top of his.
"Hi," You mumble out, smiling softly and blushing furiously as you're introduced as his husband--its lovely, but it's so new to you.
Everyone greets you, waving and smiling at their cameras, and you giggle to yourself.
"So, you must be the one that single handedly saves a good bit of Lovejoy's discography?" The interviewer playfully asks, Wilbur resting his chin on your shoulder, arms snaking around your waist.
"Unfortunately, yes," You chuckle, keeping your hands on his and resting your head against his, "Bur over here, is an absolute perfectionist and if it doesn't fit his long list of requirements, it has to go. Even if everyone else thinks it's one of the best songs he's ever created."
Wilbur shyly hides his face behind your shoulder, subtly kissing the back of it through your shirt, palms rubbing your stomach lovingly.
"I am not…" He mumbles against your clothed shoulder, grumbling playfully at you.
The rest of the interview continues on smoothly, all five of you answering questions, you being the main topic a bit more than you would prefer--but seeing Wil smile the way he does when he speaks of you is definitely worth it.
When the interview ended, he shut off his PC, his arm still wrapped around your waist as you curled into his lap.
"You're a fucking simp, you know that?" You mumbled against his shoulder, giggling lightly.
"You're one to talk," He was taken aback for a moment, smiling softly and teasing as he looked at you with loving eyes.
You sigh, "You spent the second half of your band's interview talking about me, someone who is not in your band," You fold your arms over your chest as you readjust to face him in his lap. Your legs on either side of him.
"What can I say, you're simply that loveable," He smirks, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you, his hands resting on top of your thighs.
"Liar."
You hop off his lap, spinning around to slip out of the office and he jumps out of his chair to follow you.
"I am no liar, darling!" He follows you, you aren't running nor are you walking that quickly but he still chases after you like you are--and so you hurry around the corner and into the bedroom.
"You are! It's practically your middle name!" You giggle as you turn around to face him, standing in the doorway and he meets you there, grabbing you by your sides and throwing you over his shoulder, "Hey!" You scold him, smiling wide and giggling.
He takes you over to the bed, giggling as he tosses you down just to attack your sides with his fingers to tickle you. You squirm and giggle, swatting at his hands.
"Will!!" He crawls to straddle your lap to keep you down as he keeps tickling you, "Stahp!!" You giggle, shaking your head as he leans down and kisses your cheek, pausing his attack to wrap his arms behind your back. Wilbur turns over onto his back, keeping you held in his arms, now lying on top of him.
"How about…" He pauses, a smirk crawling up onto his features as he turns you over onto your back again, attacking your belly with his fingers again, "No," He giggles with you as you squirm, smiling wide and happy.
"Wiilbuuururr!!" You keep swatting at his arms, giggling happily, almost out of breath. You make an attempt at catching your breath and for a moment you do, “Why are you like this?” You mutter out through giggles and he stops his attack on your sides, hands resting on them instead. He leans above you, smiling and he cocks his head to the side, a soft smirk replacing the smile.
“My darling...you're my husband, how can I resist?"
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hot summer nights
wilbur soot x reader
Wilbur is clingy, everybody knows this. No matter where you are he will always find a way to be close to you, whether it be him throwing an arm around your shoulder or gently sliding his palm down your arm before intertwining your hands.
Normally, you would find it endearing, the way that he found comfort in your touch. The light drag of his fingertips against your skin had become your favourite familiarity. Over the course of your relationship you and Wilbur had spent many moments laying in each other’s arms, him tracing the lines and curves of your skin as you memorised the feeling of every callus on his palm.
However, right now in this ungodly heat, your boyfriend’s arms were the last place you wanted to be.
You were sprawled out across your couch, windows flung open in an attempt to bring some sort of breeze into your home. The last few days had been insufferable, the weather had been at an all time high and like everyone else you were not dealing with it well. You had taken copious amounts of cold showers, consumed many iced drinks and had dressed as lightly as you could but it was still no match for the blazing heat of the city.
As you laid on the couch, sweat beading on your skin, Wilbur saw this as the perfect opportunity to cuddle with you. Climbing over the arm of the couch, he pressed his entire body weight onto you, wrapping around you with his arms and legs.
“Wilbur, darling, as much as I love you I cannot stand being near you right now” You breathed out, attempting (and failing) to push the man away from you. This ,however, only caused him to further cling onto you as he dug his face into the crook of your neck.
“I just wanna be close to you…” he whined, words muffled by the flesh of your neck. “It’s been so long, I feel deprived!”. Unfazed by the man’s dramatics, you continued your attempts to escape from his grasp.
“I can’t believe this!” he gasped. “My own partner trying to get rid of me, you're breaking my heart darling. I always knew this day would come I just never-”
“Stop being so dramatic Will.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you interrupted his melodramatic monologue.
“I’m not trying to get rid of you, I just don't feel like being smothered. This heat is killing me as it is.”
“I am not smothering you! I am trying to show my love, how is that smothering you?” he once again gasped out incredulously, not giving up on his theatrics.
“Ugh just get off me you freak!” you laughed out as Wilbur began to fight back against you, pinning you down as he sat up on your lower body. You continued to squirm underneath him trying to knock his balance despite knowing he was much stronger than you. He ignored your movement and leaned down towards you, lips curving into a small smile. Before you could question his actions he began feverishly peppering soft kisses across your face. The light press of his lips against you caused an eruption of giggles to escape you which only encouraged his attack on your skin.
As your laughter died down he began to slow down his movements, pulling away from you.
“What were you saying about me smothering you?” he grinned cheekily at you.
You remained silent, choosing to roll your eyes in response as you gathered your breath.
After a few moments of silence spent eyeing the man above you, you moved to sit up. Thankfully, Wilbur moved backwards on the couch allowing you the space that you had been begging him for.
“I don't understand how you are able to function normally in this heat Wil. It's driving me insane”. You commented as you stood from the couch and moved towards the kitchen. Like a lovesick puppy he followed your direction, opening the freezer to find some ice for your drink.
“It's not that bad.” he simply shrugged, letting the ice fall into the glass of water.
“Everything seems to be a lot more tolerable when you're around.” he said earnestly, turning towards you. Ducking his head down, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, smiling affectionately as he pulled back.
“You're insufferable, Soot. I can't stand you.” you blushed, and your face somehow managed to feel hotter than it had been throughout the ongoing heatwave.
“Sure you can't, Sweetheart.” he chuckled, pulling your flustered form into his chest.
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: ̗̀➛ Cat Lover ᓚᘏᗢ | WILBUR X READER
Pairing: cc!Wilbur x gn!reader
Word Count: 0.5k
Warnings: None
Author's note: Hii! So this is the first fic not that I wrote-- but have ever posted! So I just hope you guys will like it <3
"What made you fall in love with Wilbur?"
You were asked that question a while ago. The thought of the moment made you grin widely, remembering the butterflies you felt that exact moment.
You giggled softly. "Well.."
It wasn't anything special; nothing out of the ordinary. Wilbur went to your house that day to brainstorm for his new band Lovejoy, but other than that, it was just to hang. Although you two made good progress, much of the time was a whole lot of nothing.
You had already started to feel new yet unexplainable things towards Wilbur, and it didn't help especially when he was in your house. Something about the man made her feel like an awkward yet lucky idiot for someone like him to still find you fun to be around.
But you tried convincing yourself that these feelings weren't..'feelings' feelings. Just-- normal feelings? Yeah.
Wilbur sat on the sofa, tapping his hands on his lap. The conversation had gone dry and quiet, both waiting for the other to continue until one of them thought of a new topic to bring in.
"God, we haven't eaten anything. Do you have any snacks?" "Yeah, in the fridge. Don't go asking for any sand though." Wilbur chuckled at the joke you’d referenced, you chuckling along with him. It took a weirdly endearing man like him to make a joke so memorable.
He took himself to the kitchen. As he walked in the room, he felt something furry walk around his legs, looking down to see a fluffy feline.
Meanwhile, you scrolled throughout the endless twitter feed, thinking it could help find some inspiration, before you took a glance at the time. Shit. Wasn’t it time to feed Cleo? You always thought of buying your cat an automatic feeder, as she was quite impatient, but you haven’t really acted on that thought.
You walked to her kitchen, finding Wilbur there as well. And that was when you saw a sight you somehow could never forget. Your birman, snuggled right in Wilbur's arms, who had the most smitten and giggly face she had ever seen. You hadn’t quite introduced Wilbur to Cleo as she wasn’t the nicest to guests, but this said otherwise when it came to Wilbur.
You stood there, gaping. You then covered her mouth, watching in awe at his loving state. Whatever you thought or felt about Wilbur before had just grown to the size of the moon.
Seeing you, he grinned, "You should’ve introduced me to her sooner, She's too adorable~~!", while looking at Cleo who softly purred in his arms. The cat had crumbs on her mouth, and you knew Wilbur had probably fed her some of the treats in the cabinet. Yet you weren't going to complain.
That, in it's purest form, was the Wilbur you madly fell in love with from that moment on. The cutest, dorkiest, yet most loving man you’d ever met.
You learned two things that day: that Wilbur was a man who loved cats to death, and that you were someone who'd love him to yours.
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Warm
🅽🅾🆃🅴🆂
You get cold :) [hcs]
For @lyssys <33
Wilbur wouldn't just warm up your hands' he'd warm your whole body up by pulling you close and just squeezing you
if you are home and a blanket is nearby he wraps you in it like a burrito and proceeds to carry you to the couch or bed to cuddle
sometimes making you a cup of hot chocolate, tea, milk, or whatever you want
if it's morning and you just woke up he tells you to get a blanket and go sit don't the couch while he makes you pancakes, waffles, something warm and soft yk?
if you get cold while he's streaming he has you sit on his lap wrapped up in a blanket as he slowly rocks you to sleep
or if you don't want to be seen on stream [aka your camera shy] he turn off his camera and has you sit on his lap
OR
he 'pauses' the stream and helps you get comfortable on the couch/bed/wherever before going back to streaming [checking up on you everyone in a while]
if you're in public, he takes your hands in his and places multiple kisses on them before pulling you in for a hug, your hands smooshed against his chest
if he's wearing a hoodie he has you stand in front of him before lifting his hoodie and putting it on you as well, sharing his hoodie with you no matter how tall you are
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how many kids does the boys want to have? any specific age gaps? i wanna know everything
Dream
He wanted to have two, after Dylan, your son, he begged you to please start with a baby trying so they won't be so different in age, but you decided to wait a year, and then try again because you would be super tired having to take care of Dylan and be pregnant. At least a year to get used to the parenting life. He was okay with a year.
What he didn't expect, after that year, and you got pregnant again, the very big surprise was when at one appointment, the doctor told you both that you were having twins. Istg he almost passes out there.
Sapnap
He wasn't sure how many kids he wanted to have, but after Ashley, he was sure to want another one, but he didn't want to pressure you.
But 3 years later, you tell him, you're pregnant. He's shocked. The happiest man standing on earth.
-Hope this time's a boy, so we can play basketball together.- he jokes and both of you laugh. Ashley sleeping, and you both sitting in the kitchen.
-I'm super lucky to be with you.- I lean my head to rest it on his shoulder.
-Yeah, I'm the reason these kids are gonna be the prettiest at school.- he whispers and he goes again.- We should be tagged as "the hottest people alive"- he left a kiss on your head and drinks his last bit of coke so he could throw the can.
And yes, the baby arrive, and Ashley was obsessed with her little brother. You couldn't happier. You both formed a perfect family.
George
Well, he was so happy to be a father, he wanted a girl so you tried three times, and she finally came. Aaron and Isaac were 6 and 4 when she was born. Madison was the princess of the house, and George was always telling the boys that they have to protect her at all costs. The boys would take this very seriously and would try to be with her all the time. They would be so gentle when playing with her. The British were proud of them.
-So, you're telling me, this- you point at the broken cup- was about to hurt Madison?- the two boys have their eyes on his feet.
-Okay mom, we broke it, and not, he was not gonna hurt madison, we are really sorry.- and it's there when you realized you both did a good job.
-It's okay, I was worried about you two getting hurt with the broken cup, I'm glad you're both safe, go play with your dad.- they run straight to George.
Karl
Only one, a little girl, Sarah Anne Jacobs. He was terminated because he was okay with only one, and the fact that you had a dangerous pregnancy. It was hard for him when the doctor ask him aside when labor started if in any case, who should he save, you or the baby.
He couldn't decide, both were terrible and left him shaking in the waiting area. When he saw both of you he knew it was a miracle, and he didn't want to go through that again.
Quackity
Two girls, Olivia was 4 when Victoria arrived, she was a little jealous, but he made sure to let her go that none of you would love her less just because you were gonna have another baby.
-plus, you'll have someone to dress as a princess- he says smiling.
-Uncle Karl is not gonna dress as a princess with me anymore?- she pouts and you admire how pretty she is, so like Alex.
-You'll be three then.- he pinches her little cheeks and she smirks.
Punz
A girl and a boy, Matthew was 2 when both of you got the news, Luke was happy, but he drive you crazy about he wanted to have a girl.
-If it is not a girl, well keep trying- he has you seated on his lap, Matthew just fall asleep like a minute ago.
-This is the last pregnancy ill go through.- you smirk.
-Fine.- he sounds offended.
When the baby turned out to be a girl, he was all over you, super proud of saying that he manifested it.
-You can't manifest a baby's gender- you insist.
-Then how do you explain?- he looks at you with a smirk and then his eyes are on the road again.
You just rolled your eyes and let him think he manifested the baby's genre.
Foolish
Angela was enough, he was happy with the baby girl and you, so the baby's factory was momentarily closed. Not wanting more kids.
At least for now, she's 5 months old and she's calm basically perfect.
Wilbur
Jessica was 6, Emily was 5, and Lily was 2 when you both settled down and decided to be 5 members of a family. Wilbur was in love with her three girls. Four actually.
Tommy was proud of both of you and he was the funny uncle the girls would run every time you say no to something they asked.
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Hey..
I made this, all of them. I wrote it some time ago, and it was a request. Even through this bad situation, I see some random people still liking my Wilbur stuff, so I thought about giving it an ending in the right way.
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Soulmates
Ranboo & Wilbur’s Sister!Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing (?)
Genre: FLUFF, Platonic Fluff, CUTENESS, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: Few of the many highlights of Ranboo’s trip to UK where him and Wilbur’s sister Y/N meet in person for the first time.
Requested by Anon. Hi darling, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🤗 Hope this is your best one yet and I hope you spend it marvelously with people you love. Have fun on your special day and save me a slice of cake 😉 I hope you like my birthday gift for you! Wish you a long life full of success and happiness 🌺 Lots of love, Vy ❤
The day Y/N mistakably wandered into Wilbur’s recording room, assuming he wasn’t streaming, to complain about her then-boyfriend who had pissed her the hell off should be written down in history.
Because that’s the day Y/N met Ranboo. That’s the day Tommy and Wilbur knew that a beast of a friendship has been kindled.
Oh, if only they knew that their terminology didn’t even scratch the surface.
A few months of daily texting, video chats and calls between him and Y/N, much to the surprise of both his friends, Ranboo called them one beautiful grey morning, asking for one of them to haul ass as soon as possible and pick him up from the airport.
Y/N, who overheard the call because of how loud the boy had to yell to outshout the wind howling outside, took the ‘as soon as possible’ part super seriously, therefore ushering her brother into the car, speeding a little over the speed limit - with thankfully no repercussions - towards what turned out to be the best weekend of her entire life. Now, eighteen years might not be a long time, but if we consider what memories of these past eighteen years will stick out in her memory in the future eighteen years, this weekend will definitely be at the top.
Little did she know at the time that the same would apply for Ranboo, but also for the people who watched the vlogs Tommy and Wilbur shot while touring their friend around the beauty of London and Brighton - sights he saw so little of considering his eyes were so transfixed on the girl who he found to be his literal soulmate.
Allow me to give you a few examples in chronological order.
The Airport, Friday 29.04.2022, 10:30 AM
You know those moments in rom-coms when one character meets the other at the airport after being apart for what to them felt like an eternity? Ok, now imagine that exact thing but between two friends. Got the mental image? If not, don’t worry, I’ll describe it to you.
Wilbur has barely parks the car when Y/N leaps out of the backseat, scaring the driver and Tommy, who is in the passenger seat senseless. Her brother has every intention of scolding her when he too gets out of the car but is stopped by what he sees - the wholesomeness of the scene in front of him.
Just like in those cheesy movies, Ranboo has abandoned his luggage to catch the excited girl, locking her in his embrace as he spins her around, provoking a fit of giggles from her as she holds onto him for dear life.
Only once he’s set her down the height difference becomes explicitly visible, standing at a foot and then some, forcing Y/N to crane her neck every time she tries to look the boy in the eyes.
“So, if I run at you at max speed, I’ll get the same treatment?“ Being the last to emerge from the vehicle, Tommy calls out to Ranboo from afar, as if giving himself time and space to pick up speed if he gets an affirmative answer.
“Don’t even think about it!“ Ranboo sticks out the arm that isn’t wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders to signal for Tommy to not pull a stunt like that, “Special treatment for special people.“
“Oh you...“ The blond starts but is cut off by the second tree-of-a-man present.
“Let it go, Tommy. At least you’re not the luggage boy.“ He hisses, turning his gaze at his sister and her new best friend as he picks up the aforementioned abandoned luggage.
Neither of them notice though, both turned to one another as they’ve already started a random conversation. That’s how the other two Brits immediately know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend for all parties involved...
The Soot Home, Friday 29.04.2022, 09:00 PM
The plan was to watch a movie before Tommy has to go home for the night despite being invited to stay over countless times. Yes, that was the plan. However, what this night inevitably turned into is a recreation of the moment in the cinema when a couple of people sitting close to you just keep chatting, albeit in hushed whispers, it’s still distracting.
In Ranboo and Y/N’s defense, though, the movie is hella boring. Even Wilbur and Tommy started drifting off about half an hour into it but still, as the oldest of the bunch, the first-born Soot frequently felt the need to shush his sister and his friend, more as to not wake up the sleeping Tommy than for him to be able to hear the dialog in the movie.
But, as you could probably imagine, the warning has effect for about two minutes before the two break out in chatter.
“Ok, with the speed we’re going at we’ll find solutions to all the world’s problems. But before we stray that far, tell me: what places do you wanna visit specifically?“ Y/N asks the American who, unbeknownst to her, is having a really hard time registering her words because of how awed he is by her accent. It’s far from his first time being faced with the charm of Brits, but man, yours is on a whole new level.
That’s why he takes a moment or two to respond, pretending he’s thinking up an answer when in reality he’s picking up the fragments of what he did hear you say, trying to fit them together to form what is it you probably said, “Um...well, wherever you think it’s a worthy place to take me to I’m all cool with.” He follows that up with an unspoken: “As long as you’re the tour guide, I’ll be happy anywhere.”
Y/N bites her lip, gaze growing a bit unfocused as if she’s racking through her memories to find a place she thinks is worth a visit and a place he’d also enjoy visiting.
Before she can think any better of it, she blurts out: “My favorite place in London is the pier my the bridge. The actual bridge is pretty nice, but I love the pier, you can see the cutest sailboats and, if the weather is gloomy - which it always is - in the late afternoon, they turn on the decorative lights. I’m telling you, you’ve never seen a prettier sight.” She pauses for a second to catch her breath and put her gushing on hold for the purpose of realism, “But it’ll probably be too windy so...”
“So that’s where we’re going. Wind be damned.“ Ranboo says without missing a beat, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles fondly at this bubbly girl who’s currently exhibiting the most innocent and child-like joy with her sparkling eyes and the grin on her face.
She straightens in her seat, enough to be able to wrap her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pier will need to take the second place on the list of things worthy of Ranboo’s attention tomorrow. In fact, that will be the last thing he’s looking at if Y/N will be this happy all throughout the journey.
Her smile, her happiness - it’s a sight he doesn’t want to leave without embedding into his brain first.
The following morning...
“So much for going home.“ Wilbur says to Tommy who’s just awoken from his spot on the floor where they’d littered a bunch of pillows for him to be comfortable while watching the movie the night before.
He too had dozed off on the couch, somewhere near the hour mark of the movie so he hadn’t thought to wake up his friend, nor had he noticed the other two cuddled up eighteen-year-olds on the opposite end of the couch who too had fallen asleep, just significantly later than the other two.
With a single conspiratorial smile exchanged between the two blondes, the taller one goes and grabs a polaroid camera - gifted to him by Y/N - and snaps a picture of the two slumbering friends.
Project ‘Memories in the making’ has commenced.
The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 12:30 PM
“Before you go and make fun of out hair in the comments just know that this entire expedition was Y/N’s idea! Y/N!“ Tommy, whose arm is already starting to go sore from holding his camera up vlogger style, looks over his shoulder to seek out the perpetrator of the crime against his and Wilbur’s hair.
He finds that she’s occupied with something at the moment.
With what?
Well, her and Ranboo have fallen behind but it’s not even a surprise anymore. They’ve taken stop after stop, just to talk, each time bringing Wilbur and Tommy, the parents of the group, closer to shoving them back in the car and driving them home. Although they probably wouldn’t find anything wrong with that either.
As of what Y/N’s occupied with - she’s standing on a bench to give her some leveling with Ranboo’s height. Her hair is just as wild as theirs and so is Ranboo’s but Y/N’s currently tending to the case with the power of hair clips, using them to keep the boy’s hair out of his eyes. To top it all off, they’re butterfly and flower shaped so the sight of Ranboo once the girl has finished with her work is that much more adorable.
As annoying as Wilbur’s been pretending to find these two all this time, he can’t help but smile. He hasn’t seen his sister this happy in what feels like forever. It’s a moment he wants to commemorate for their sake as well as his.
And so he takes a few more pictures - one while Y/N’s still working with Ranboo’s mess of hair; another when he looks at himself with his phone’s front camera and they both burst out laughing; and a third one when he picks the girl up in his arms, whirling her around briefly before setting her down.
He contemplates taking another shot of t he moment they share, looking into each other’s eyes so adoringly, but he finds it too personal for him to photograph although he’s pretty sure it’ll be forever photographed in their own memory.
He does, however, snap one more shot when Ranboo ruffles Y/N’s hair and pats her head lovingly afterwards.
The London Bridge/Pier, Saturday 30.04.2022, 04:00 PM
After setting up the tripod for a group picture, the four strike a pose: Tommy crouched in front of everyone else; Wilbur on Ranboo’s left, standing tall and proud with a purposeful and faux serious look on his face with his hands in the front pockets of his jeans; Y/N piggybacked on Ranboo’s back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders for her own security despite his hands holding her up by the backs of her knees.
The camera has been set up to take several shots at even intervals so they can strike different poses for each shot.
Reviewing them afterwards reveals that the best one, without a doubt is the one that was captured a mere two seconds after Y/N cracked a joke that’s got all four of them laughing their butts off. A small detail making the picture better is the fact that Ranboo turned his head to the side to be able to look at her over his shoulder. It’s an adorable moment to be caught between them, much like the one Wilbur chose not to photograph earlier.
Faith has a way of playing its way whether we play accordingly or not.
“Hey, is anyone hungry or is it just me?“ Tommy inquires after having gathered the tripod and has resumed vlogging.
If he hadn’t mentioned it, neither of the other three would’ve noticed the growling of their own stomachs, but since he luckily did, they immediately confirm that they’re in the same boat as him.
“There’s that diner we frequent like two minutes down the pier. What do you guys say?“ Wilbur suggests, turning to his friends and sister who’s now become a package deal with Ranboo. Yes, he refuses to set her down.
“I’m down, as long as I can walk there myself.“ Y/N complains, her arms still clasped around the boy’s shoulders to avoid having her return to ground be a graceless plummet.
“No way. Guide me there.“ With that said Ranboo takes off running, marking it the first time this entire trip that they have been ahead of the two blondes.
Chucking exasperatedly to themselves, Wilbur and Tommy follow suit, all the while being able to pinpoint exactly where the other half of their group is because of Y/N’s squeals of Ranboo’s name all the way to the diner.
Will didn’t get a chance to snap a pic of that, but Tommy did catch it with his vlogging camera so the moment won’t be lost in time.
The Amusement Park, Sunday 01.05.2022, 02:00 PM
“No, no, no, Y/N. You can’t go on that ride, you need at least another two inches to qualify.“ Ranboo tells the girl who’s looking longingly at the ride she might actually not be tall enough to ride but is too afraid of disappointment to actually go to the measuring stand.
She might be a little more than half his height, but she’s got more than enough fury capacity to turn around and glare at him, even if that means tilting her head back a comical amount.
“I’m not short, you’re a tree!“ She complains, arms crossed over her chest, a pouty lip, the whole nine yards of looking exactly like a child among the actual children at this amusement park.
Sparing her any potential neck pain, he bends down so they’re at an approximate eye level, the crinkled corners of his eyes letting her know he’s getting one hell of a kick out of this even if his mask is shielding his smile, “And you...” he boops her nose, “...are a treat. A treat of a friend.”
“We’re going on the goddamn ride without you two.“ Tommy calls out to them from five feet away, where him and Will have been standing and observing the interaction before them.
“You know what, go ahead.“ Ranboo motions to the ride, encouraging them to do just that, “We’ll grab some cotton candy and I’ll win Y/N a stuffed animal or two.”
With an arm wrapped around her shoulders, he guides her to the few carnival games that are a part of the amusement park. Although she complies, she doesn’t do so without a complaint, “I can win my own stuffed animals.”
“I’m sure you can Sharp-shooter. Sorry, Short-shooter.“ He teasingly replies.
“Ranboo!“
Luckily, that nose boop was caught by Wilbur’s perfectly on time reflex to snap a shot of that adorable argument. Another wholesome memory to add to the collection.
The Airport, Monday 02.05.2022, 09:00 AM
You know that heartbreaking scene in rom-coms when the two main characters have to say goodbye because one of them is leaving the country for one reason or another? Yeah, imagine that with two best friends instead....again. As before, if you can’t picture it, I got you, no worries.
“But you’ll visit us again soon, right?“
This is the millionth time Y/N has asked Ranboo this question and yet the answer still, to her delight, has remained the same. “Of course I will! Either I’m coming here or you’re coming to the US.“
Standing some ways away to let the two exchange goodbyes in peace are Wilbur and Tommy who are genuinely upset to see how heartbroken the girl is.
“They really love each other.“ Tommy says, he too getting slightly emotional at the thought of saying goodbye to his friend.
“They’re soulmates. Soulmates first, friends second.“ Will tells him, his movements unsure as he lifts the camera to capture the second to last picture of Ranboo’s visit.
The very last one is the selfie he takes of the entire group right before Ranboo has to go through the gate, leaving the three behind with a heavy heart that keeps screaming at him to stay although he can’t.
Wilbur drapes the camera’s safety strap around Y/N’s neck, snapping her out of her thoughts as her hands gently take hold of it, inspecting it closely, not having seen it since she saw Wilbur unwrap it on his birthday two years ago.
“I completely forgot to remind you of this. We could’ve used it to take some very cool pictures this weekend.“ She sniffles, pulling herself together after being in tears for the past twenty minutes.
Wilbur smiles quietly to himself, a hand on her back leading her out to the car where Tommy’s already waiting for them, opting to sit in the back as to keep Y/N company and comfort her on the drive home.
“Don’t worry, it was utilized well.” He responds cryptically and is relieved when she doesn’t ask what he means by that.
Instead, she quietly sits in the backseat, cuddling into Tommy’s side to take a nap after pulling an all-nighter with Ranboo.
The meaning of what her brother said is revealed when she wakes up in her bed a few hours later. On her nightstand, she finds a pocket-sized book which she figures is a polaroid picture album.
In the first slot, instead of a picture, there is a piece of paper with the question: “What’s a soulmate?” printed on it in cursive lettering.
Flicking through the other pages, she’s stunned to see the many pictures Wilbur took of them throughout this weekend, pictures she’s seeing for the first time.
By the time she gets to the end, she’s in tears all over again, and the final page doesn’t help - it’s another piece of paper instead of a picture and with the same lettering but bolder is written: “THAT” with a heart beneath it.
Wilbur couldn’t have been more right - that, that right there, what Y/N and Ranboo have, it proves that soulmates exist. That in this world, there is someone for everyone, be it romantic, platonic or otherwise.
They have each other.
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—"Camera Flash"
—Tw: None
—Notes: Back on my bullshit. Tagging @lyssys and @zooone for shits and giggles. Return on the king /j
—Song: "cold weather" By Glass Beach
They hated him.
He had the better camera. The better reviews. The better compliments chalk full of five stars from dazzled reveiwers he flashed that million dollar smile at. The better clothes. The better computer; one that didn't need to be smacked on the side everytime it froze.
They hated him and his cocky smile. The way he practically floated above all their heads on a pillar built purely on his superiority complex.
(Y/n) hated Wilbur Soot and would untill the day they died.
"Honestly love he's not too bad of a person. You should give him a chance. Not like you have a choice."
They were all sitting in the break room; Niki, Puffy, and (Y/n) I mean. The later of the bunch was frowning at the paper—precisely the paper printed by the company they worked for—eyes darting back and fourth between words written by none other than their self proclaimed arch nemesis as they pretended to not hear their pink haired friends words.
Niki took a sip of her coffee quietly after speaking into the cold silence radiating off her grumpy friends. A few pink strands of hair were pushed behind her ear as she went to speak again.
"If you would look past his outer layer you'd see a whole lot more (Y/n)." She spoke softly, gently placing down her tea cup. From next to her fiancée, Puffy nodded. Her rainbow colored hair bounced with the quick movement, a hand sewn pirate hat courtesy of Niki the only thing containing the unruly mess.
A curt no was all that (Y/n) responded with. They flipped to the next page of the LMANBURG TIMES to read yet another "astounding" and "jaw dropping artical" by fucking Wilbur.
"You're gonna have to though babe." Puffy popped a bubble in the gum she had been chewing, the color of it almost as rose as Nikis hair. "Boss' orders."
"I know it's boss' orders. I'd much rather be fired than ever work with that prick." (Y/n) snapped back, the hate and vemon in their voice directed at the absent Wilbur rather than their friends. (Whom at this point were sharing a knowing look filled with exasperation.)
"You say that now, but I know for a fact more than an hour without your bed you'll be a mess."
They went to argue but all that came out was a grunt.
"It's just one interview side by side with him anyways (Y/n). If things go bad, which I guarantee they won't as long as you put effort into being nice—" Puffy heavily enunciated that part "—then we'll take you out to whatever restaurant you like tonight. My treat."
That certantly caught there attention, eyes peeling away from the newspaper to look a them.
"Any restaurant?" (Y/n) echoed.
"Any. But you have to make an effort." Niki responded for her partner with a light smile.
It took a second. The two girls could both see the cogs turning in their brain, weighing the pros and cons of agreeing to this. Apparently the promise of free food won.
"Fine. But when I make you both take me to that expensive place downtown I don't wanna hear it." They responded with a crooked smile, all of them knowing full well that (Y/n) would feel bad about it the moment the bill came around and try to pay them back later.
They all shook on it with little grins on their face, those smiles filled with giddy friendship turning into giggles as Puffy accidently knocked Nikis mug of tea over and hit the floor.
God (Y/n) hoped this deal would be worth it.
The deal wasn't worth it.
(Y/n) could feel their frown lines deepening with each extra moment spent in his presence. And based on the occasional eye roll sent their way, he felt the same.
Wilbur Soot was currently gripping the handle of his 2006 Honda with the strength of a thousand men, jaw tight and knuckles whiter than any snow to ever touch ground. (Y/n) was sure if they looked down at their own hands currently balled into enraged fists, they would look the exact same.
The silence was loud. It overpowered everything from the putter of the cars engine to the meaningless tune playing on the radio inbetween them. As far as they were concerned, the automatic door lock was the only thing stopping them from heaving themself out of the moving vehical and into the street. That and the promise of a free dinner later tonight.
A slow inhale of breath could be heard next to them, a false smile filled with artifical warmth relaxing Wilburs face as he went to say something other than "get in" for the first time since they met up over an hour ago.
"Alright. The interview won't take long, given we are nearly there." He spoke with almost a chirp in his voice. (Y/n) recognized it as the same tone a customer service employed would give to someone.
"All we need to do is ask a few questions about this year's crops a—"
"I know." They cut in sharply while smoothing out the hem of their pants instead of looking at him. "I read the report."
From next to them Wilbur took a deep breath. Barely contained annoyance wouldn't even begin to describe the look on his face right now.
"Then you would know that you're supposed to be taking pictures while I talk to the local farmers I assume."
"What? Why me! Why should I do all the hard work while you sit there and write a few things down and leave!"
"Would you like me to take the pictures then darling." The pet name rolled right off his tounge accompanied with a vat of pure, concentrated spite added to it.
"No. You'll just find some way to fuck that up too." They grumbled, turning away from him to look out the window and up into the grey sky's.
It was only a few minutes from then that the car stopped, signaling that it was time to unpack the gear from the back of the cars trunk. They did this, along with making the trek to the local farmers market, in silence. The kind of silence that came with sharing a hotel room with someone you hated, or being pared into a group project full of slackers in school.
The rest of the prosess went a lot smoother compared to the bumpy car ride there—both figuratively and literally. They both made sure to keep a fair distance from each other, (Y/n) snapping many a picture of vegetation and smiling farmers just happy to be in a big newspaper while Wilbur did what he did best and charmed paragraphs of material out of the hard workers. In fact, as they had just finished up and were both walking back to the car in that same stony silence, (Y/n) briefly thought about how despite the car ride and arrival there, that things seemed to have gone off without much of a hitch.
If only the universe didn't hate them.
A flash of brown, the feeling of something cold, and a few papers flying in everywhich way came and went. (Y/n) barely had time to recognize that they had just slipped in mud, falling into Wilbur and taking all 6'5 feet of him down with them. Including all of the work they had just completed.
No one said anything for a split second, Wilbur hovering over them in an awkward possition and breathing heavily from the fall, his cheeks flushed with the effort of catching himself so quickly. Only the soft drip of mud and chirp of wildlife dared to sound.
"I can't fucking belive this!" (Y/n) snapped. Mostly at themself, but judging on the way Wilburs eye twitched lightly, he had taken it that they were talking directly to him. "Can't even hold onto the work that we, no, I just did! Now I'm gonna have to go back to the office and decipher all this past my shift! Probably while you're out with all your mates getting a beer or—or whatever assholes do in their spare time. I can't belive its not enough that you have to be better than me in everything you do Soot, now you have to ruin my night to."
It might have gone on like that forever. Wilburs arms on either side of (Y/n)s neck, the person below him ranting untill he could practically see steam pouring from their ears and wafting up into his face, fogging his glasses.
Then—
"What is your problem with me."
They stopped talking.
"What..?"
Wilbur pulled away from them, now resting across from them on his knees. He ran a hand through his hair, only pausing to cringe at the feeling of mud being slathered into his scalp. He had forgotten about that.
"Whats your problem with me." He repeated after another moment. "I get that you don't like me—"
(Lie)
"—Hell, I don't even like you—"
(Another lie)
"—but why the hostility. It's like you're waiting for something to go wrong just so you can snap at me."
(Y/n) opened their mouth quickly. Probably to say something quick and witty like "becuase your a bastard, asshole" or "I get free food out of it" but closed it the moment they thought about what he had really said
They—well—they genuinely couldn't think of a reason why they didn't like him other than he was annoying. And that was based off what? His flashy camera? Niki had one of those too and they thought she was the sweetest person in the world. What then, his charm? Puffy had plenty of charm to rival even Wilburs own and she happened to be one of (Y/n)s closest friends.
So then why did they hate him.
"I think." They swallowed. "I think I was jealous. Am jealous."
"Of what."
"You. Your work, your personality, your ability to act like this perfect guy who's living his dream." They had sat up now, as eye level that they could get to Wilbur. "I don't know. I guess I've always seen you as this pompous suck up. Or maybe even just someone better than me. And that scares me."
Wilbur didn't say anything for a moment.
Then the corner of his lips twitched up. Untill he broke out untill a smile. And that smile morphed into a grin. Eventually that grin became—
"Laughter?"
Sure enough, Wilbur was laughing. (Y/n) had half the mind to reach over and punch him stright inbetween the eyes, but the other half told them to hold on.
"Why in the absolute fuck are you laughing."
"Becuase!—" He paused to stifle his laughter. "—I feel the same way about you."
It took a second for (Y/n) to entirely prosess that, but the moment they did, a small chuckle rose in the back of their throat.
And a moment later they were doubling over with laughter almost twice as loud as Wilburs.
Any farmers that would've passed them at the moment would have thought them to be crazy; covered in mud and leaning on each other through a laughing fit. But clearly the two wouldn't notice the judging glances; nor care.
Eventually their laughter died down to occasional giggles, stomachs hurting with the after affect of such an event.
Wilbur smiled.
"You know. You're not so bad (Y/n)."
They smiled back at him softly.
"Right back at you Soot.
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EYES ON YOU: YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND IS A WHAT?, wilbur soot
a cc!wilbur soot x actor!reader smau
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- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which famous actor (y/n) (y/l/n) happens to stumble across a satire song by wilbur soot
- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, actor!reader, social media au
- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, social medias are fun to do *shoves stupid for you out the window*
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PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader (cc if u want)
SUMMARY — wilbur loves any form of physical touch, including leg touches, ankle touches, etc.
NOTES — fluff !!! ,, fem reader in mind, however it is never specified, lowercase intended
EXTRA — very very short drabble, but hope u still enjoy 🌷, also ignore that i've already used that photo in the collage before 🫶🏻🫶🏻
requested by @ax-y10 🌷
you and wilbur were sat next to eachother on the settee, him on his phone, you focused on the tv. you felt his knee sway back and forth, touching yours, then disconnecting, then touching yours again, as if in a continuous loop even wilbur wasn't aware of. at first it was annoying, but you'd learnt to live with it over the past few months, as this happens quite often.
for example, you and wilbur had gone to get some coffee, at a new place in town. you were sat across from eachother, and you felt his foot lightly tap your ankle with the front of his shoe from under the table, tapping to the beat of the song that was currently playing. he carried on conversation as normal, and it didn't exactly hurt, so you never really mentioned it.
these small little subconscious actions soon turned into conscious ones, as whenever he realised his foot was tapping against yours, he did it slightly harder, so you'd laugh and hit his arm lightly, or nudge him teasingly, to which he'd just giggle and kiss your head.
by now it was just something he did for fun. you were laying in bed, watching a program in the tv, with wilbur laying next to you. he had wanted attention, but due to your focus on the tv, he obviously wasn't getting any. so, per usual, his solution was the annoy you into giving him all the attention he wanted. that started with light kicks to the shin, ones that never really hurt, but were instead just a little irritating.
"you're so annoying," you teased, opening your arms so he could happily lay on your chest and get all his wanted attention. he just smiled, kissing your cheek, then making himself comfortable, tapping his foot softly against your ankle, until he fell asleep.
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dadbur hc's to feel something
a/n; I am struggling to write full fledged fics rn so I let the brainrot win and I've now done...this. don't ask. also, thank you to lilly and elliot for decided what hc's I was meant to write, y'all are awesome and I love you both dearly<3
warnings; not much!! mentions of pregnancy, health issues (just general idea), pain mentions, this may worsen baby fever, sorry not my fault, blame wilbur.
reader is gn but in some cases afab!! (it's optional to read those parts, dw!)
masterlist (requests are open btw!)
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- absolutely hated children as a teen and early 20-something
- babysat one baby of his friends and it was over for him
- absolutely adored that little baby and nearly cried when he had to leave them
- now as a husband, he wanted a kid so bad
- constantly gushing when he passes by baby shops or just melts when he sees a baby
- horrible baby fever. sorry to you.
- won't ever push the issue, but still mentions it and communicates clearly that he does want kids but he especially wants kids with you. heart melted
- if you don't want kids at the moment, he will absolutely respect that and will definitely do his best to shut up during bouts of baby fever
- I mean how could he not!! they're so adorable!!
- once you do actually have a kid, regardless of what way—he's doing anything and everything he can to prepare.
- he's buying parenting books; how to create healthy habits with your baby, how to raise a compassionate child, what to do and what not to do when becoming a parent
- he bought soo many baby outfits and onesies—all the way up to a year old. even grabbed some premie sizes, just in case.
- the nursery was set up almost immediately, a nature theme. he suggested a Minecraft theme but you shot that down immediately. there was pouting involved.
- but, you came to a compromise; dark green walls, light yellow accents, browns, etc. you even let him make Minecraft bees out of those wooden blocks and you thought they were the cutest thing ever. there were also stuffies of Minecraft animals scattered on shelves and on furniture. (please take Amazon away from this man, it's so dangerous).
- in the case of pregnancy; he was very insistent on being sure that both baby and you were in perfect health. and he never let you do more than he thought was appropriate.
- dishes? nope that's a father's job. going down the stairs? right by your side, watching your every step and yes, will make you hold his hand.
- to most others he was overbearing—but he was always like that and the whole pregnancy thing just enhanced it
- Wilbur is anxious and he never does well with medical or health things at all, his mind constantly running wild with various possibilities. it was scary for him.
- so yes, you'd get off dish nights and would be chaperoned down the stairs.
- but he also made sure you had your medicine on time, he documented every pain and complaint you had.
- he had already learnt the face you made when you were in any sort of pain—so he was right on top of it almost immediately.
- asking what hurt, what number of pain, how he could help, etc.
- he is an absolute sweetheart all of the time, but his softness was brought out by the entire experience.
- when the baby was born, or rather adopted—whichever way it happened—he cried. he cried a lot.
- he held the little one so gently, but so tightly in his arms
- he was insistent to not push gender roles onto the kiddos, but he did have two names picked out for a boy or a girl (or rather you picked them out and he agreed with them before you told him the reasoning)
- Willow for a girl and Spencer for a boy
- you didn't tell him until after the name was finalized that both options were after him
- he was so flustered and jokingly scolded you, but in reality, he loved it
- he felt so happy and so proud
- so joyful that you felt he was worthy enough to indirectly name a child after him, your child, his child.
- he was an absolute sweetie to the little one, and they took very quickly to him as well—immediately grasping onto his fingers as soon as they had the ability and cooing any time they saw him
- it melted his heart each and every time and it never stopped
- when the little one was older, they often took up the habit of grabbing at his hair or his glasses and sometimes his ears
- you found it to be the cutest thing ever and so did he he cried almost every time
- they absolutely adored their father, and if you didn't know better, you'd say they liked him better than you!
- when it came time to go back to work, to back to gigs and shows with Lovejoy
- Wilbur took off two weeks of work entirely beforehand, just to spend with you and the little one
- obviously he'd been on some sort of break since the baby was born/adopted/etc, but he still did things here and there, streamed a couple of times, went into the studio occasionally, etc
- but now that he was going to be physically gone a lot more, he knew he had to spend it wisely. and wisely did he spend it.
- most of the time was spent lying in bed with you on one side, him on the other and the baby lying on their back between you too.
- you'd both coo at them, tickle them, and talk to them
- oh did Wilbur love to sing to them, anything at all!
- he even came up with a few lullabies for them
- you'd watch from the door of the nursery as he'd rock them to sleep, humming a tune or singing the lyrics he came up just for them
- it killed you and totally didn't make you want another
- he was overall the sweetest father, and it became more evident when he had to leave for a while
- he'd call every morning, lunch and dinner as long as he didn't have anything
- and he would be so so sure that it was that time for you, it didn't matter what time it was for him as long as it was that time of day for you and his little baby
- he may have FaceTimed you and the baby during a few soundchecks, shh don't tell Dave!
- he would smile so big at the camera and wave at your little one
- he'd show them off to his band mates and they'd all coo at the little one, talking about how much alike they look like you and wilbur
- you personally thought they looked most like their father, his eyes, lips, ears. they might as well have been a spitting image of him! you looked at baby photos too
- Wilbur, on the other hand, begged to differ. he was very very insistent they looked just like you and nothing like him.
- it was most likely perception and bias that caused you both to think this way, but neither of you really cared all that much
- on days he couldn't call, for whatever reason, sometimes you'd play one of his old streams on the TV.
- the little one always responded to his voice and it seemed to calm them, usually into a sleep
- so just chatting streams and ycgma were go tos for sleepless nights lovejoys stuff kept them up and giggling
- when he was there for sleepless nights, he'd walk them around in his arms and talk about the most random things until they fell asleep
- he even offered to baby wear a lot more than most fathers did
- he just wanted to be close to them, and it always gave you a break, so he thought it'd be a double deal
- and it was! you'd get your nap, and so did the baby and Wilbur would just be gushing over his little one a few tears always shed
- he would sit with the baby on his leg when he was at his desk working, one arm snaked around them and his other on his mouse or keyboard
- at first, working was very cumbersome with the kiddo but he eventually found a work flow that worked and bouncing them on his knee helped keep things calm
- you were both hesitant to show your child on the internet and you didn't for a very long time, while people knew of them, it wasn't like photos were posted or they showed up on stream
- until, when the kiddo was about 2 or 3, they decided they missed their daddy and went running into the office when you weren't looking (I'll be using Willow as an example)
"Daddy!" Willow yelled or rather screamed out in that typical toddler way, running over to her dad's office chair.
She didn't know her father was live or working and she was much too young to understand it anyway—and the color drained from Wilbur's face when he realized. It was much too late now, chat was already spamming "Dadbur?!?" and "Baby Gold!!!"
Willow did her best to climb the side of her dad's chair before he sighed, a big smile on his face and he lifted her up by her armpits and placed her on his knee, first facing him so the camera didn't see.
"You wanna be on camera, sweetie?" He asked, realizing now how much trouble he may get in with you—but the giggle from his daughter and the smile on her face was so worth it, he didn't care.
"Yeah! Yeah!" And so he turned her around to face his PC and the camera.
"Wave to chat, lovebug!" He snaked his arm around her waist and waved with his own hand, his head dipped down to watch her. He had the softest, most loving smile on his face. He loved his little girl so so much, and he knew how it showed.
Willow waved and giggled, "Hi chat!!" and chat began spamming; "Baby Gold, hi!!" and "WILLOW!!"
It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.
And he desperately hoped he wouldn't get in too much trouble.
He spent the rest of the stream talking to chat, but mostly looking at his little girl as he conversed with her.
- it was over by then, and the little kiddo would make an appearance as much as you would allow
- and you were far from angry—you cried when you saw the clips—you were just frustrated he didn't go to you first yet you realized, he couldn't. your kid was much too like his father and much much too like you. stubborn and energetic.
- they only got more sassy and opinionated as they grew, and they most definitely became a spitting image of wilbur
- maybe #2 would look more like you
- oh, and don't let him wear plain tshirts unless you want more kids, that's all I'm saying
tags; @lillylvjy @lvrboysoot (if you want to be on a taglist thing, just send an ask and I'll add you!)
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can i ask you a question..?
wilbur soot x reader
have you ever had someone kiss you in a crowded room?
Nights like these had become a common occurrence within your friend group. Both James and Lovejoy had been reaching incredible amounts of success and with their achievements came the inevitable celebrations.
It was fun, it really was, and you were so incredibly proud of the boys for coming this far but sometimes your friends could be a little too much for you.
James had agreed to host the party at his flat this time (a decision he would undoubtedly regret in the morning ) and the guests had wasted no time in making themselves comfortable. The living room furniture had been pushed aside to resemble somewhat of a dance floor and a deafening range of music echoed through the room. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be too drunk to notice the lack of aesthetic to the evening.
Amidst the crowd you could see Tommy throwing himself around to the music, he was a very energetic drunk which is scary considering how hyperactive he can be when sober. Niki stood next to him amusedly, attempting to keep up with his dancing through her laughter.
Slipping away from the crowd, you backed yourself into the corner of the room, letting a smile grace your lips as you watched your friends enjoy their time together. You often found yourself doing this during parties, when everything got too overwhelming you would slip away from it all, content to just watch the happiness that your friends had created for each other. And everytime, just like clockwork, you would be found by a certain tall singer.
“God, who thought it was a good idea to give that child alcohol?” he joked as he situated himself next to you.
“Leave him, he’s having fun!” you chuckled back, the both of you watching as Tom spun himself around, a bright smile present on his face.
“Yeah you're right,” he smiled fondly. “ the question is, why aren't you having fun?” he asked, turning so he was facing you. You mirrored his actions before replying:
“I am, I'm having fun! I just, it’s all a bit..”
“Too much?” he finished.
“Yeah ” You whispered softly. You felt bad admitting it to him, you were to celebrate his band after all.
Wilbur had once admitted to you that he felt undeserving of everything he had gained, that he felt as if he had to constantly be improving and one upping himself to prove that he deserved it all, to prove that he belonged. He’s a stubborn man and despite all your efforts to refute these feelings you knew they stayed buried in the back of his mind.
The silence remained peacefully between the two of you, eyes wandering across the apartment as bodies stayed facing each other.
Unbeknownst to you, brown eyes were trained onto your profile, delicately admiring its features.
“You look really pretty, I've been meaning to tell you that for a while.” Wilbur admitted through a whisper.
“Mmmh, I think youre drunk Will.” you hummed, refusing to meet his eyes. Clearly that wasn't a good move as he tugged on your hand, urging you to look at him.
“Hey, look at me,” he breathed out, pulling you closer “I’m definitely not drunk, I haven't had anything all night. I promise.” The reassurance painted a deep crimson across your face.
“You meant it?” You questioned unsurely. Large calloused hands worked their way over your own, gliding lightly across your arms and up to your face, capturing both sides in between his palms.
“I meant it, you're beautiful.” he smiled tenderly, watching as you returned the action. The flush on your cheeks darkened and you ducked your head, trying to tame the flutter in your stomach. Wilbur laughed softly from above you as he moved a hand under your chin directing your vision back to him
“Come on, don't go all shy on me now!” he taunted.
“Literally shut up, Wilbur” you laughed, pushing lightly on his chest.
“Yeah? Make me” He challenged, and you accepted.
Hands grasped tightly on the collar of a silk white shirt, tugging lightly as scarlet lips met each other.
As soon as it started, it was over. You swiftly pulled away, immediately regretting your actions. You looked up at Wilbur with wide eyes, terrified that you had accidentally crossed a line.
“Will, I’m so sorry, I should have asked, I-” Your profuse apology was cut short as warm lips crashed onto yours, familiar hands cupping your face. This time both of you allowed yourself to indulge into the affection, your hands trailing through unruly curls as one of Wilburs drifted down to your waist, holding you close. Falling into blissful ignorance, you both melted deeper into the kiss.
Unfortunately, your friends were not as ignorant to their surroundings.
“Oi! Get a fucking room mate!” Mark shouted as he walked over to the two of you, Ash trailing behind him. You hurriedly pulled away from the taller man, hiding your embarrassment of being caught by tucking your face into Wilbur’s neck.
“Seriously guys you're gonna act like this in front of us? Have some shame.” Ash exclaimed, the wide smile on his face showing that he wasn't being serious. This only heightened your humiliation, causing you to let out a muffled groan into Wilbur’s chest to which he promptly tightened his hold on you.
“Hey, we were minding our own business! No one said you guys had to get involved.” Wilbur quipped back to his friends. Mark looked at him incredulously before responding,
“It was kind of hard to ignore mate, you weren't exactly being subtle.”
“Yeah and who would wanna miss out on Wilbur finally being kissed by a woman? That kind of thing only happens once!” Tommy very kindly added as he approached the group
“What the hell man?” Everyone laughed at Wilbur's (slightly) feigned offence.
“If you're just gonna make fun of us please tell me so I can leave, this is humiliating.” you spoke up, eyes narrowed at the boys.
“Alright, fine,I'll back off.” Mark joked,putting his hands up in surrender
“No but honestly, we’re happy for you guys, this has been a long time coming,” Ash admitted. The rest of the group happily agreed, all admitting that they had seen the chemistry between the two of you for a while and were waiting for you to act on it.
Sometime during the conversation James had made his way into the apartment, returning from a run to the shop to buy more drinks for his guests. He searched the room in hopes of finding one of his friends and promptly found the group of you huddled into the corner of the room. However, before he could begin to make his way over to you Tommy shot up.
“James! Hey James! Guess what happened!” the blonde bounced up and down excitedly.
“I swear this kid is gonna be the death of me.” Wilbur groaned as he laid his chin atop of your head.
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HII YUMI!! HRU?
I have 2 ideas so im am going to make them sperate lol
Can I get headcannons for a reader in a hype house with the dsmp? What would that be like?
Anyways I hope you are doing well!! Ily and have a great rest of ur day
Till next time we talk 💞
I really love this Idea. I already feel the chaotic energy without thinking about it.
I'm gonna limit it to 11 Persons, because I feel most comfortable writing about them and also to not let it get as chaotic as it already is.
I had too much fun writing this head canon.
Anyway, I'm doing pretty good. I'm grinding on my Minecraft world :)
I hope you're doing great as well.
This is a little short but I still hope you have fun reading it
Living together with the DSMP
Headcanon
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!Warning!
Pure Chaos, Grammatical Errors (please just oversee them, if there are there)
Characters Mentioned
Dream, Wilbur, Philza, Sapnap, Karl, Niki, George, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo
Word Count
517
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This is to 100% a Mr. Beast Idea and you were one of the first contestant he asked.
Why wouldn't you say yes to such an offer?
On the first day everyone would show off with a camera in hand, Volg already on going.
You would live in like a big mansion where everyone would have their own room.
Despite having an own room, Privacy isn't going to be top priority.
On a sunny day. Tommy would crash into your room and drag you outside to have a pool party.
Phil turns on the grill and makes everyone some delicious goods.
He would also be the more mature part and watches over everyone so nothing gets smashed, or broken.
Tubbo trying to push Ranboo into the pool.
The Feral Crew just sitting in one corner with sunglasses on. Checking out the food Phil makes.
Every two weeks, Tommy would upload a very chaotic Volg on his Tom Simons Channel.
As chaotic as it is, help would be just around the corner.
Having trouble with cutting a video? Ask right away. No need to google.
Problems with Technology? No problem. Philza, Dream or George are glad to help out.
Also... Cooking Stream on George's Channel with Dream sitting in the off throwing in some sassy or flirty comments.
Karl and Sapnap are just messing around with George.
For sure, some ingredients gets thrown in someone's face.
Ranboo watching from far behind, being disturbed by the scene.
No need to worry about Food.
Either someone is brave enough to cook something, or the delivery man is already on his way.
Cake made by Niki.
One calmer stream would be with Niki
You two just sit in her room and talk about various topics. Let chat send in some videos for a good laughter.
At some point Wilbur interrupts you both and make the stream a little more chaotic but he soon gets dragged out by Phil.
Before I get to the next stream Idea... Hear me out.
Movie Nights once a week.
At first, everyone argues about what movie to watch, but in the end You and Phil craft a wheel of fortune with a bunch of movie headlines written on it.
Where ever the pin lands on, the move will get shown this night.
Dream orders everyone's favourite Meal.
All are squished on one large Couch, munching on their food and watching the movie.
Another totally chaotic stream would be a Jackbox stream.
The Rap battles also get performed in Real-life.
Imagine Sapnap and George insulting each other face to face, with water bottles as microphones.
Niki roasts everyone without thinking twice.
Just Tommy trying to cheat by looking at other phones while playing until he gets caught and sat on a lonely chair.
There would also be days when it's silent.
On such days, everyone sits at their Pc playing some games by themselves.
From time to time you could her a faint scream from either Tommy or George when taking off the headphones.
Of course, every room is soundproof, so others can sleep when a loud child is streaming.
All in all together, it would be a very chaotic experience, but everyone has got their back in case something goes wrong.
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