#wilbur x fem!reader
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We could make such a pretty picture
Paring: musicianbur x photographer!reader
Summary: you are lovejoy’s tour photographer and wilbur likes to tease you.
authors note: this is so rushed and unedited mostly just my stream of consciousness that popped into my head while i finish up the zombur fic! its almost done!!
warnings: fluff, short, flirting, a little suggestive maybe, i use a cringey (?) line idk take it as you will lmao, unedited!
“Make sure you get my good side darling.”
Before every show backstage, Wilbur would always tell you to quote: “get my good side” whatever that meant. It was impossible to get his bad side. Every angle Wilbur Soot always looked ethereal, and that had nothing to do with your photography skills.
You would gaze up at him from the pits, readily pointing your camera to capture any shot of him playing his heart out to the screaming fans behind you. Rightfully so, you couldn’t deny how good he looked up on that stage.
Skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, and the light eyeliner slightly smudged in the corners of his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he flipped his hair in a certain way when a beat dropped. It was undeniable now, that he was doing this on purpose. He was goddamn attractive and he knew it.
After the show you would always sit in one of the green room chairs, keeping to yourself and letting the excitement of the after-show buzz from the band fill the room. You were scrolling through the photos, admiring your work on a picture of Ash with the lightning just right when you felt a presence creep up behind you.
“That ones quiet good,” Wilbur’s voice made you jump out of your skin, and he laughed at your startled state.
“Thanks,” you replied, returning to scrolling through your pictures but Wilbur stayed right by your shoulder. Sounds of his bandmates laughter filled the space, he couldn’t care to jump into their conversation. Too entranced by your photography. Wilbur had never truly seen your work before. Of course there was pictures the band used for the instagram account, but those were taken by their previous photographer.
You were new, and Wilbur had briefly seen your work before. Only two shows into the tour, you didn’t have the time to sit with the lead singer and exhibit your entire portfolio to hkm. But seeing how you captured his presence on stage so well, with the white strobe light hitting him at just the right angle, caused his interest to be peaked even further. It made him want to get to know you better.
“you know, we make such a pretty picture,” you can hear the deviousness in his voice and the underlying meaning behind his own lyrics he was using towards you. It warms your cheeks and you avoid his eyes that are burning into the side of your face.
You cleared your throat and repositioned yourself in your seat. “whatever you say, its all you up there on that stage,”
The next night, standing once more in the pits, camera ready as the first chords of 'Portrait of a Blank Slate' blasted through the venue speakers, and screams exploded around you. As the color lights switch from dark blue to deep red, Wilbur saunters to the microphone and begins singing the first lyrics.
You lift your camera up to your face and look through the viewfinder to be met with an up-close Wilbur, who is pressing his lips right into the microphone. A smirk pulled the corner of his mouth when he peeked open his eye to catch you pointing your camera at him. Cheeky bastard.
As he sang the next few lyrics, his hands lift up to the top part of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. Running his index finger from from his collar down to his chest, he sang; ‘shes an artist, paints across my chest,’ while sending you a quick wink.
Your mouth parted in utter shock and felt your heart beating in your ears. How does this man do this to you? You hadn’t even known him that long, but he was making you feel dizzy with the slightest little actions. You quickly shook away any thoughts popping into your mind and took a couple more photos of him. The last one was of him leaning back while strumming the next chords, then you moved on to capture more of the other band members. You just had to force yourself away from him before you got carried away.
That same night later on the tour bus, you were going through your photos again. One in particular caught your eye, it was of Wilbur with the red lights behind him casting him in a dark glow, and his guitar lifted into the air while he threw his head back. Infamous rockstar pose, you decide to call it. You chose a couple more to post to your professional instagram account, tagging the band members each in their respective photos.
About an hour later a notification came up on your phone that a mutual had commented on your photo. You checked it and immediately felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the words on your screen.
@/WilburSoot: Told you we make such a pretty picture ;)
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Sleepy
a/n: oops. forgot i said i was gonna do this whole thing. well here a little fic i wrote a while back and never posted.
summary: wil is so eepy.
word count: 886
warnings: none?
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It had been a long day for him, you knew. Between streaming, working on new music, and how late the two of you had stayed up the night before; he was tired. So when you asked to cuddle and watch a movie, you had put two and two together to start your master plan. You strategically placed yourself underneath him, his head on your collarbone as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“Love I’m going to fall asleep if you keep on playing with my hair.” He warned, adjusting so his arms were tucked well around your torso. He yawned and leaned into you more and you smiled.
“What if I told you that was the point?” You teased, trying to contain your laugh as to not disturb the sleepy boy.
“Then I’d tell you you’d better be comfortable because I won’t be moving once I’m asleep.” He mumbled, now pulling the blanket covering you two further up his shoulders.
“Bring it on, buddy.” You said, turning your attention back to the movie while continuing your ministrations in his hair. Soon enough you felt his weight sink into you, his breath coming out in soft puffs over your neck. He had fallen asleep and your plan was a success.
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Wil was a sleepy guy. After the first nap he’d had cuddling with you, he requested more and more. It became a regular occurrence for him to seek you out straight after finishing a stream, only to fall asleep in your arms.
But today, he was determined to prove he didn’t need a nap. You’d dragged him all around London, going to shops and cafes. He played along happily for the first four hours, but after dinner came and went his resolve was sarting to wear thin. He happily carried your tote bag that you’d filled with the goodies you’d acrewed, but he was nearly nodding off as you sat at the station waiting for the next train home.
“Wil.” You tapped his knee, “The announcer said it’d be pulling up soon.”
“Ok.” He nodded, resisting the urge to lean into your shoulder. Soon the train pulled up and you boarded. Wil fought to stay awake as he sunk into the plush of the seat.
“Baby you can sleep on my shoulder.” You said patting his leg to comfort him.
“No, I’m not tired, I promise.” He said quietly. As miuch as you wanted to believe him, not two minuets later his head was on your shoulder and he was snoring away. You couln’t help but smile.
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The band said goodnight to the crowd, passing out the set list and spare picks. The main lights came up as the audience began to leave and the band got off stage. Wil came straight up to you, as was post gig tradition, for a kiss and a very sweaty hug.
“You did great, handsome!” You smiled, holding his face between your hands. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the adrenaline slowly leaving his system as his eyelids began to slouch.
“Thanks darling.” He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. You decided it was time for him to go to bed, leaving the venue in favor of the quiet tour bus. He held your hand tight as you lead him to the bunks in the back, speaking quietly about how he thought the concert had gone. You tucked him in like a little kid, teasing him about being a toddler while he laughed.
“But will you cuddle with me?” He said, grabbing your hand before you could pull away.
“Of course, baby.” You smiled, kicking off your shoes and sliding into bed. Would you regret not changing into PJ’s when you woke up? Probably. But this moment was perfect, and you wouldn’t ever pick a shower over sleeping with your boyfriend.
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“Chat, guess who just got home from work?” Wil smiled as he looked at the text you had just sent him, confirming you made it safely to his house. He quickly typed back a response, saying he was on stream but that you should come and visit him. He continued speaking to chat before he heard a small knock on the door.
You creeped into his office, dragging your feet after a long day of work. “Hello, love.” Your boyfriend spun around in his chair and st up to greet you. He lifted his arms to invite you onto his lap and into a hug. “How was work?”
“Good. Just tired.” You mumbled into his neck. “You can keep playing. I’ll just cuddle.” He rubbed your back and turned back around to his screen.
“Chat, my darling has had a long day, so she’s a little tired. I’ll finish this up and then we are gonna go to bed.” He smiled, reaching around your body cuddled up to his chest and began to play again.
He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as your head lulled back and your weight sunk into him. “I think she fell asleep.” He whispered to chat. He looked down at your peaceful face. “Yeah she’s totally out.” He giggled, keeping his voice low.
“That’s my cue to leave, friends. Thanks for tuning in. I’ve got to get my love into bed, poor girl. Good night, everyone.”
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— BACKSTAGE PASS
— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.
— genre : fluff
— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)
— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader
— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)
— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)
— word count : 1.3k
— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.
it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.
you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.
instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."
"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.
wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.
the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.
you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.
tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.
the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.
he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.
"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.
he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.
after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.
"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"
when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.
he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.
your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.
now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.
and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.
perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.
over the next month, two things happened:
1. he went and saw you two more times
2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"
he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.
"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"
well he would be stupid not to take them.
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OKAY DIFFERENT IDEA.
when we went on a tour with lovejoy bc were in the band like leandra trumpet<3
wilbur x reader pls:)
LOVE YOUR WRITING<33
LITERALLY SCREAMING THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA
AHHH BRO UR SO SWEET I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED W UR WRITING
literally in love
musician!bur x fem!reader
warnings: reader called "girlfriend", panic, insanely cute fluff
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a/n: this request is my literal everything !! i was literally blushing the entire time i wrote this
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We were in the van on the way to our next gig. Well, their next gig. It was my first one joining Lovejoy, and I'm so grateful I was given this opportunity.
Wilbur looked at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Y/n, you're going to do lovely, darling. They'll love you!"
I smiled at him, but I was still in doubt. "What if they only like me because they find out we're dating? I don't want anything to happen to your career because of me-"
Wilbur placed his hand lightly over my mouth. "Love, please don't worry about that! They'll love you for you, and if they don't, they better watch out!" he joked.
I laughed and kicked my feet up into my seat and leaned my head on Will's shoulders. He kissed the top of my forehead and started scrolling through the Lovejoy fanart on Twitter, showing me occasionally the ones he really loved.
A couple hours later, we finally got to the destination of the gig. The adrenaline ran through my veins, and I was so incredibly nervous-excited. I grabbed my trumpet case and some wires and headed inside to the dressing rooms. I found my room with a sign on it that said my name and headed inside, leaving the door behind me open just in case the sound directors needed to come in.
My back was facing the door as I oiled my trumpet valves, making sure that it was perfect for tonight. 5 hours until show time. I paused and sighed nervously.
I suddenly felt someone come behind me and hug me. "W-who is that?! I will literally beat your ass." I said in panic.
The someone behind me laughed. "Nice to see you too, darlin'." Wilbur chuckled.
"Oh, hi Will. Is everything on stage okay?" I said, turning around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek.
He nodded. "Yeah, everything's alright. Just wanted to check in on you before the show."
"I'm doing fine. I just need to tune with Leandra and I'll be okay."
Wilbur hm'd in response. He grabbed my chin and pulled it upwards to look at him directly, and kissed me on the lips. I swear, my legs folded for this man. I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and nuzzled his nose on mine.
"I love you. Go tune with Leandra now, I don't want you sounding like shit." he joked.
I sneered. I grabbed my trumpet case and Will leaned against the wall frame and crossed his arms and legs, looking and me and my every move. As I walked out, I flipped out and heard a dramatic gasp faintly as I walked farther out to meet Leandra.
Leandra and I took 20 minutes to tune, and another 20 to practice a bunch of songs that we were performing tonight. I knew all the lyrics and notes by heart from hearing Wilbur at the studio or constantly leaving their songs on repeat, but it was always important to practice just in case.
We both got called in with the rest of Lovejoy and their openers to do a soundcheck. Eventually, everything worked out perfectly and we were ready to go. Ash had checked the windows and had said the queue had already started to wrap around the building.
Wilbur squeezed my hand in reassurance and smiled at me before walking over to Joe and Mark.
Leandra and I made a few Tiktoks that we would post after the show, and the nerves were starting to set in. I grabbed my phone off the stand and walked back over to Will and hugged him from the side. I accidentally startled him a little, but I laughed at it and dug my face more into his sweater.
I peeked my head up and stood back up. "How the actual fuck are you wearing a sweater? You're going to be dying of heat on stage!" I said. Mark and Joe laughed at my comment.
"Gonna make sure I serve for the edits." Wilbur joked, winking at me. I felt heat brush onto my cheeks. Will laughed at my reaction.
Our sound director then came in and gave us our earbuds for on stage. Will surprised me by ordering a custom pair with my favorite color that matched his. Everyone else had either black or white ones to go with their outfit.
I stared at the earbuds and then looked at Wilbur. "Will, they're going to see the matching ones and go feral."
Wilbur laughed softly. "That's the point, darling. I need to make sure everyone knows you're mine." I felt myself blushing again and I hit his shoulder.
Leandra looked at us. "You two are disgusting and adorable at the same time." she said, laughing.
Wilbur smiled and looked down at me and kissed me quickly.
And then after that, all I knew was that we were going on stage. Walking on fucking stage. Leandra was assuring me that the crowd will love me, and we were both quickly fixing our valves. I was pretty sure the crowd saw two stands for the trumpet, one for Leandra and one "mystery stand" for me.
All of us came on stage, and the bright lights instantly hit me and I could already feel myself starting to heat up. The crowd cheered and I could see some people wondering who the fuck I am. I laughed in my head at them. Wilbur did his usual introduction, and now, he was supposed to introduce me.
"Now, you guys may be seeing a lovely trumpet player next to Leandra in the back there," he said, pointing at me. Leandra and I waved. "That is y/n! Everyone say hello." he said, dragging out the 'o'. The crowd yelled in response.
Wilbur grinned and grabbed the microphone. "Y/n, could you come up for a second, please?" I nodded in agreement, and walked over to the front of the stage, stepping over the many wires and gadgets on the stage floor.
I grabbed the microphone. "Hey!" I said, smiling.
I gave Wilbur the microphone back. "Y/n is my very lovely girlfriend," the crowd yelled in surprise at his words. "And she'll be playing in the back there tonight! Now, how do we think about getting started?"
The crowd screamed in agreement once again. Wilbur grinned and looked at Mark to start playing the drumkit.
Throughout the gig, Wilbur's energy went skyrocketing. It was honestly really cool to see him like this right near me. He looked at me a couple times during certain lyrics, and I never missed a singular beat with my trumpet. Leandra looked at me with approval.
"Thank you so much for tonight, Brighton! Good night!" Wilbur yelled into the mic. All of us walked off the stage and all hugged eachother.
Wilbur came up to me and kissed me. "You did amazing out there, darling. I told you they would love you!"
I smiled. "Thank you. You sounded great as well." I said, kissing him again and hugging him. Wilbur swayed us from side to side slowly as we hugged. "I'm literally in love with you." I said, softly in his ear.
Let's just say I will definitely be doing this again.
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When Wilbur met Y/n
summary: can men and women really be just friends? Wilbur's and Y/n's relationship started off on the wrong foot. But when they meet, years after their first encounter a new friendship blossoms. Will their friendship last or turn into something more? (AU)
author's note: hey folk, this is completely inspired by one of the greatest romcoms "When Harry Met Sally". It's my first time writing a fanfic, but I'll try my best:) I'm writing this keeping the movie and movie characters in mind, so it's not the most accurate to real-life Wilbur.
tw: more than one part, mentions of suggestive content, swearing, Wilbur is sort of an ass and edgy lol
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1977, Chicago (the first meeting)
I had an eighteen-hour road trip to New York ahead of me, I won't be going alone since I agreed to give a ride to my friend's boyfriend, whom I don't know yet. It was a beautiful day and I was anticipating finally starting my adult life.
It seems I arrived at the worst possible time. Standing just beside my car I see my dear friend and my road trip companion locking lips like it's the end of the world. I cough to get their attention and they immediately jump off of one another, flustered.
"Oh! Hi Y/n" my friend, Amanda, says after letting out an awkward laugh. Her hair was messy and her clothes were disheveled, they had been going at it for a while judging by her appearance.
"Wilbur, this is Y/n Y/l/n" Amanda introduces me.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm William Soot, You can call me Wilbur" The man I'll be spending eighteen hours with greets me. He was tall and lanky, had a good style, and wore round glasses on his face, that were ever so slightly sliding off his nose.
"Wanna drive the first shift?" I ask while smiling.
"No, no you're there already aren't ya" He responds, walking to the trunk to put his bags in. He throws them in with ease and turns to Amanda to say his goodbyes.
"I'll call you as soon as I get to New York," Wilbur says caressing her cheek. I sensed a dramatic dialogue between two love birds incoming.
"Oh, you better!!! No, scratch that, call me on the road, I just miss you so much already sweetie!!" Amanda squeals while jumping into her boyfriend's arms. By the way, they were acting, you could assume he was off to war.
"And I miss you too!!" He says after kissing her one last time, he makes his way to the passenger seat. As soon as he sits down, I don't waste a second and start driving.
Wilbur starts looking for something in the back.
"Well, Wilbur, it's an eighteen-hour ride to New York, so I was thinking the most efficient way to get there is if we switch who's driving every three hours, that way we'll be driving 6 shifts each, but we can also switch out by mileage-"
"Want a grape?" He cuts me off, popping one in his mouth.
"No, no thank you"
Turns out the thing he was looking for in the back was a bag of bright purple grapes.
He chews on the grape as I process the fact he completely ignored what I said. There's a short silence.
"So, tell me the story of your life, we've got eighteen hours to kill before New York," He says looking over at me.
"The story of my life? Well... It wouldn't be a very long story, not much has happened to me, anything extremely remarkable at least. That's why I'm moving to New York" I state, looking over at him, he looks bored and unamused.
"So you're going to New York, so something happens to you?" He asks for clarification.
"Yes"
"Well, what's in New York for you?"
"I like to keep my dreams and aspirations private" I answered after hesitating.
"Mm, so you're one of those people" There's a noticeable groan in his voice. Wilbur turns his gaze away from me.
"Okay, well what if you go to New York, nothing happens, you live a boring and plain life, and then die having accomplished nothing," He says nonchalantly. He put his grapes down and was now checking himself out in the rear-view mirror.
I pause for a minute, processing Will's bizarre comment. I didn't expect Wilbur to be this.. unique? but I guess I did get a warning.
"Amanda did mention you had a dark side," I say after a while.
"I do. Why don't you? You know, I bet you're one of those people that draws hearts instead of a dots on the letter i" There's a tone of mocking in his voice.
"Excuse you, I have a dark side just as much as any other person" I defend myself.
"When I start reading a book, I always read the last page, so if I die I know how the book will end, that, my friend, is a dark side." He tells me, noticeably proud.
"Oh please, that doesn't make you deep" I roll my eyes. I wasn't a fan of pessimistic people or just people who thought that being edgy was cool, so this conversation wasn't amusing me.
"Do you think about death?" He asks. He clasped his hands together and was now looking at me.
"Yes, I do" I sigh.
"Yeah, sure you do, for you, it's just a fleeting thought, I think about death constantly-" He spoke faster and raised his hands, clearly irritated.
"And you think that makes you a better person? I cut him off, annoyed.
"Look, all I'm saying is, when the day comes I'm gonna be prepared and you won't" He shrugs.
"Or you just might ruin your life waiting for it" I argue.
And with that, the car fell silent.
six hours later
"So you're telling me that you'd rather marry a rich guy and be stuck in a loveless marriage rather than date a guy who you've had the best sex with," Wilbur asks pulling into a diner.
Will and I had spent at least an hour talking about a movie we've both seen, where the main character goes after a plain rich guy instead of the bad boy. I agreed with the main character's choices, but Wilbur, of course, shared the opposing opinion.
"Yes!! And any reasonable woman would say the same, we need stability not some one-time fling" I answer getting out of the car and entering the diner.
"Mm yeah, I get it," My friends' boyfriend says in a sinister way.
"What?"
"...."
"What!"
'...."
"What do you get?' I shouted. The way he suddenly "got something" after arguing for a few hours made me suspicious.
"Well you've clearly never had great sex," He says smirking.
"I have had plenty of good sex!" I deny a bit too loud, gathering the attention of people eating their dinner.
"With whom?" He asks sitting down.
"I'm not telling you that" I say firmly.
"Yeah, sure whatever"
As we sit Wilbur asks me about my previous partners and I answer some of his questions reluctantly. Soon enough the waiter came to take our orders, our food didn't take long to reach us and we had dinner.
"3.45$ is 50% of my share so together... it's 6.90$" I mumble counting how much I have to pay. I make sure to add extra to tip the waitress.
I look up and my eyes meet with Wilbur, who's staring at me.
"What?" I ask
"...." He doesn't answer, instead, his eyes move around me like he's analyzing me.
"What is it?"
"Do I have something on my face?" I ask while wiping my face with my palms.
"You're a very attractive person" He says after an unusualy long pause.
"Thank you" I answered, caught off guard.
"Amanda never mentioned how attractive you were" He leaned in. He placed his hands underneath his chin and was carefully observing me.
"Maybe she doesn't think I'm attractive" I simply shrug. I don't see why my friend would ever need to mention my attractiveness to her boyfriend.
"I don't think it's a matter of opinion, undeniably, you are attractive" His eyes were locked with mine, he hadn't looked away in what felt like forever. I started feeling uneasy about this situation, I felt something deeper than just innocent admiration in his gaze.
"Amanda is my friend," I say while getting up to leave. The thought that my friend's boyfriend might have been flirting with me made me tense. I wanted to get to our destination as soon as possible to avoid the awkwardness.
"So what?" the pitch in his voice sounded genuine.
"What do you mean so what? You're hitting on me"
"No, I wasn't" He denies. I don't know if he was trying to fool me or himself.
"You totally were!"
"Okay, let's say for the sake of the argument I was hitting on you, what do you want me to do about it? I can't just take it back"
"Just pretend it didn't happen and don't do that again" I ordered him, sitting in the driver's seat, ignoring the fact that he just affirmed my suspicion.
"Okay, Okay yeah never do it again" He repeated
There was a short silence.
"Wanna spend the night in my motel? See what I did there, I did it again-"
"William!"
"What?"
"William, We're just going to be friends okay?"
"Yeah, friends totally! that's the best" He says sarcastically, shoving a toothpick in his mouth and crossing his arms.
We both stay silent.
"You know, you and I could never be friends," He says shattering the silence. His arms were still crossed, only now, he seemed more relaxed.
"And why is that?"
"Because men and women can't be friends, feelings or sex always ruin the friendship" He states, looking over at me with his brown eyes. He was completely confident in his statement.
"That's not true, I have plenty of male friends who I am not interested in"
"Well, do you know if they're not interested in you?"
"Yes," I can't lie, I wasn't confident in my answer.
"Wrong, You never know what's going on in a guy's head, They always have ulterior motives"
"Well then, Will, I guess we won't be friends"
"I guess we won't"
"It's a shame, you were the only person I knew in New York"
end of part 1
author's note: spent a long time writing this I would appreciate any feedback on this and if anyone wants the other parts:) Please share what you think!
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Life Changes
BAU!reader one-shot series
This is a series of one shots about your time in the BAU and your eventual relationship with Aaron Hotchner.
These can be read as a series but also can be read individually as one shots. There will be some continuations of specific story lines that will be in parts. They are organized in of occurrence not by when they were posted.
My other work: Masterlist
Feelings- Hotch realizes that he has feelings for you
When Everything Changes- The case that you realize you are attracted to your Unit Chief.
When Everything Changes Part 2- You get to have a much needed girls' night out but get interrupted by a new case, all while your attraction to Hotch isn't going away like you expected it to.
When Everything Changes Part 3- You realize that what you feel towards Hotch is more than just attraction.
Misunderstanding- You ignore a direct order and go after an unsub without backup. Hotch is pissed but you don't realize it is because he was scared for you.
Misunderstanding Part 2- Hotch's POV of you ignoring the order he gave you and his feelings behind his anger.
Closer- You and Hotch get stuck sharing a hotel room and... there is one bed. Based loosely on S5 E21 'Exit Wounds'.
Closer Part 2- You get sick on a case and Aaron wrestles with his feelings
Coffee Break- A case goes sideways, causing you and Hotch to become closer.
I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
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Headcanons for the dsmp creartors having a crush in the reader? :)
-🦌
[Crush]
Ships: tommyinnit x reader, wilbur x reader, dream x reader, jack manifold x reader,and Karl x reader
Warnings: none
Summary: thing that dream smp members would do and act if they had a crush on you.
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Tommy
- blushing none stop but tries to hide it
- can't help but smile every time you do
-makes fun of you for everything
- always invites you to his vlogs
- will talk nonstop about you to wilbur
- buys you candy or gives you his merch you said you liked
- if you jokingly flirt with I'm he is so flustered and tries to play it off
Wilbur
- flustered easily like that one time chat mentioned his crush on shubble
- talks about you to chat all the time
- super smiley around you
- always pays for everything no matter what
- will sing songs to you maybe even write you a song
- just loves to be around you
- Tommy makes fun of him constantly for it
- he's a totally simp for you
Dream
- if you said you wanted something he is already searching It up on Amazon
-tries not to talk about you online much because he doesn't want you to get hate
- is super flustered if you flirt with him but will flirt back
- annoys George and snapnap with how much he talks about you
- once you fell asleep at his house snuggled up with patches and now that is his favorite picture in the while wrold
Jack manifold
- flirts alot as a joke but gets super flustered
- trys to keep you away from Tommy saying he'll infect you
- he's a totally simp for you
- whenever he catches you watching a video with him in it he gets so embarrassed
Karl
- okay I know I said everyone else gets flustered but his is to the extreme
- so many hugs
- will share his monsters with you
- more hugs
- talks about you constantly
- gets shy around you
- more physical affection
- like he is completely head over heals for you and everyone but you knows it
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Idk if these are headcannons, also sorry if I didn't do a good job writing for some of the people Anyway I hope you liked them
-poe <3
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One in the Same
Chapter Two
Wilbur Soot x f!reader
Summary: You and your streamer friend react to thirst traps, but on of them sticks out
Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, no use of y/n, correct british terminology (I am british), grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm dyslexic), Gnomeo and Juliet vibes, incorrect music terminology, other peoples music used for readers band, battle of the bands au
A/N: ty for the likes a reblogs last chapter <3 also this chapter is based off of this stream/video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dwv4tWbzkSE&t=54s
just realised it’s 12:30 am and i realised i didn’t add this to the series master list sorry i posted it yesterday afternoon
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A week or so later, ‘Cupid Records’ had replied to your submission for your band to perform in their battle of the bands. A simple text to the other band members got the creativity flowing. ‘we’re in!!!’.
For the remainder of the week, you didn't have practice. This left you to your own devices. Not having very many friends outside of your band, but this didn't apply online.
You didn't have your own following, you had an Instagram account with ten followers on private. Granted, not a good idea if you wanted your band to gain popularity. Your reasoning was the band's Instagram had more of a following. Sending a quick text to your internet famous friend, saying that you were bored, he replied with a ‘wanna come over and join my stream?’. Who were you, a bored individual on a Thursday afternoon, to refuse a fun offer?
Arriving on your friend's doorstep, you can already hear the shouting from inside. After knocking you can hear him utter a ‘one-second chat.’. Opening the door he is met with a bright smile on your face, accompanied by a cold pink glow of it. “James!” in return your brown-haired friend said your name in the same tone.
Walking into the camera, you could see all of James’ viewers wondering what was happening. “Chat, as you may see, we have a guest. Not only does she not know what we will be doing today, but she is also joining in!” Chat erupted into happiness whilst your face went into confusion. You cautiously sit down in the provided chair, “I need to do the intro, so we will all find out together what we are doing.”
“I asked my audience to send over the worst thirst traps they've seen recently,” you couldn't keep the surprised look off of your face, making chat and James laugh as he continued the intro. “And they didn’t disappoint, I am horrified. However, I am more horrified by the fact that you are not subscribed. I want a million subscribers. Do it now!” He then motioned towards you, “This is also our special guest today, and we will be tormenting her as a team. Now let's get right into the cringe.”
The first video was a duet of an older man with a younger boy, “That's you in like three years.” You pointed to the more unattractive guy in the video. This just caused James to look at you in shock, slowly morphing into realisation.
“You’re not wrong.”
You started reading out the title card of the next thirst trap, “Some of the finest animated men in my opinion. Im excited.”
“Okay, dude.” James sighed, leaning back in his chair as Flynn Rider came onto the screen. You then looked at James with a smug look, as if you were saying ‘See,’. “I get it.” He gave in.
As that video went on there were some agreements and disagreements, leading the two of you onto the next video. That being a built guy in a pool, in his underwear. This gained a shocked look from you and a disgusted one from James. “Not the tighty whities bro!”
“No one should wear tighty whities anywhere, especially a pool.” Your statement sounded as if it was a question. Which it was, debating on whether you would still be friends with James after this.
The next video was one of James and your other friend WillNE.
‘Where’s your head at at’ James said in the video, then showing a clip of Will about to laugh, then cutting back to James.
“This right here,” James showcased his hairline in the video. “Is a problem.”
“That's why I said that bald guy was you.”
‘I got bitches on my dick every day.’ Started playing to a video of someone dressed as Red Guy from Dont Hug Me, Im Scared on a pole, doing some impressive moves.
The next video caught your attention, ‘All I see is red, ah’ started playing ‘She said fuck me like I'm famous, I said ok.’ Whilst Slow Down was playing, you couldn't help but laugh and poke fun at James, talking about his song ‘Slow Down’. “I've seen these so much!”
“Your smile says you like them.”
Tuning into the video at hand, you saw an edit of a taller man, looking angsty. This was probably the first video that you liked, the song choice obviously. The handsome guy on the screen also played a key into that. Your internal gawking was also external, making James and Chat tease you.
“I know him, so…” Your face flushed, not able to blame it on the cold weather anymore, and your eyes widened.
“Is he gonna watch this?”
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requests open 🔥
requests for writing have opened ‼️
taking requests for:
marauders era ( remus lupin, sirius black, james potter ) x fem!reader
mcyt ( sapnap, karl, georgenotfound, quackity, wilbur soot, nihachu) x fem!reader
for requests please specify the prompt. example: "fluff with remus lupin" is something i wouldn't write as id have no motivation. but something like "waking up in the morning and making breakfast for remus" is something id have motivation for.
thanks loveys 🐢
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wilbur x trans / genderlfuid reader ?? or headcanons on how he’ll help!!
Wilbur With a Trans Partner
Wilbur Soot x Trans-masc/Trans-fem/Trans reader
Warnings: Mentions of transphobia/dysphoria
The ask didn’t specify trans-masc or trans-fem, so you get both as a treat, as well as some non-gendered trans ones too :) I got myself a coffee from my campus cafe and spent my lunch break on these haha, thank you sm to @loserconfirmed for sending in my very first ask! Sorry if these suck a bit, had to finish and post before sprinting across campus lol
Headcannons below cut :)
Trans Masc
~Would let you steal any and all of his clothes that you liked.
~If you like being called a boy, he’s dropping it into every pet name, calling you ‘his boy’ and ‘my boy’.
~Reminds you when to take off your binder if you wear one.
~If you bind your chest with tape, Wilbur would help you make sure it’s comfy and not too tight, pressing kisses onto your forehead while he wraps the tape around you
Trans Fem
~Mention you like skirts and dresses? You’re swimming in them as gifts from Wilbur.
~If you like being called a girl, he’s dropping it into every pet name, calling you ‘his girl’ and ‘my girl’.
~Learns to braid to surprise you when you hair grows long enough
~Also learns how to do makeup just to teach you how to do your own
Trans
~Would 100% punch a transphobe in the face for giving you so much as a dirty look.
~Found a piece of clothing that gives you gender euphoria? He’s buying it for you in every color.
~Will help you go shopping for gender affirming clothes at the drop of a hat.
~If dysphoria ever gets you down, he’ll always comfort you. Whether it’s affirming you or just snuggles, you can always count on Wilbur.
~When you mentioned your transition to him and still debating what your new name should be, he dropped 50$ on baby name books to make a list of names that fit you.
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His sweater
paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)
summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.
authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!
warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!
It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day.
Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.
No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all
It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.
Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.
Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.
Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.
Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.
Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it.
They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.
So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.
“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.
Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.
Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.
User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!
You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos.
You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.
You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.
Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.
Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.
You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.
"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."
You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.
You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater. The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.
Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.
“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.
You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.
"Of course, darling."
You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.
As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.
“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.
You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.
Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out.
Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.
You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.
Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.
You typed back a reply to Tubbo.
This is bad, right?
You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.
No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.
Easier said than done tubs.
ik ik
I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?
You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.
“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”
Yeah.
Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.
I'm sorry you had to find out this way.
Don’t be. It’s not your fault.
Does anyone else in the group know?
Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.
You giggled at that.
You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.
You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.
Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.
You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.
Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.
“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.
You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.
It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear.
“Now everyone knows you're mine.”
Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it.
Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.
"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.
"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.
As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.
"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator.
Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you.
He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down.
Inhale through the nose.
Exhale out of the mouth
Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts.
Breath. Just breathe.
“That's it, in and out."
When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.
“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you.
“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.
“It was just a lot.” You sniffled.
“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?”
You shake your head from side to side.
“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured.
You smile tearfully. “I love you too.”
The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice.
“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness.
“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke.
“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!”
Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self.
“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says.
“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,”
“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch.
“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,”
Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you.
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a/n: basically, uh, my bestie and i saw a lovejoy concert this week and we've had mutual wilbur brainrot. thankfully, i'm an english major with just enough self confidence to write us some fics. enjoy.
summary: traveling made you sick, and close quarters mean everyones sick too.
word count: 672
warnings: none? fem!reader, a little suggestive, sickness
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It’s not like you had meant to get sick. Traveling always introduced you to germs, and staying in a tour bus meant close quarters with the rest of the band. Thankfully, you’d all gotten a small break over the weekend of travel and slept a lot as the tour progressed from Washington state to Utah.
You’d almost banned Will from kisses, but that man had the best puppy dog eyes known to man. But now, as the bus rolled into Salt Lake City, he was suffering the consequences of his actions in the form of a mild cold. He had a massive headache, but apart from a little rasp in his throat, his vocal chords weren’t under too much extra stress.
It did take a bit of extra convincing to get Will out of the bunks and into sound check, but a few forehead kisses did the trick as you offered him a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water.
“I feel bad, Will. Maybe kisses should have been banned.” You said quietly, watching the tower of a man crawl out of his bottom bunk.
“Absolutely not, love. That’s the whole point of bringing you on tour.” He pulled you into a hug. “Can’t kiss over the phone.” He smooshed his lips into the top of your head, the action barely resembling a kiss.
“Alright, well, don’t let me distract you any longer. You’ve got a whole load of people waiting on you.”
“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as he moved around the bus, getting ready for sound check and the concert that would insue.
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“Salt Lake City, how are we doing tonight?” Wilbur asked the crowed. The venue was packed, almost more that the other dozen places you’d been on tour so far. And the energy buzzed in the room, the audience screaming their heads off after the first song.
“Salt Lake, I have a favor to ask of you. My beautiful girlfriend, whose hiding off stage-” Will gestured towards you and the crowd screamed. “- got me and Ash sick this weekend. So I am extremely unwell.” The room erupted in laughter and cheering.
“As a side effect of this, my voice is very raspy. It’s great for me because my love thinks it’s sexy, but it’s not so great for singing. So I need you all to fucking scream to these songs.” The room vibrated with the volume of the cheers. You could see his grin from behind the curtains as he carefully began the chords to Model Busses.
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Post-concert Will was your favorite Will, not that you love him any less normally. But after every gig he just buzzed with adrenaline when he got off stage. Tonight was no different. As soon as he got off stage he scooped you up in a hug and smashed his lips on yours. You indulged him for a moment, holding him tight despite the shirt clinging to his body with sweat. As soon as he pulled away, you spoke.
“You, mister, did not play my song!” You berated him as you helped him pull of the denim jacket he insisted on wearing. He laughed quietly, voice rougher han before he went on stage. “You promised you’d do it’s all futile acoustic tonight!”
“And you, my love, are being mean to a sick man.”
“Sick as a consequence of his own actions. Only one of us here can’t keep his lips to himself.” You fluffed his sweaty stuck hair off of his forehead before pulling him into a kiss.
“Seems like a mutual problem to me, my dear.” He tried to pull you into another hug, the sweat on his skin cooling. You quickly pushed your hand to his chest.
“Oh buddy, if anything else is happening between us tonight, you’re gonna need to shower first.”
“Well I thought you loved me, sweat and all.”
“I only love boys who play my favorite song at their concert. Like they promised.”
“That’s low, love. Really low.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk about it when you don’t stink.”
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— HOW IT WORKS
summary : you have never liked wilbur soot. the two of you just always seemed to butt heads. you’re civil, though, especially because you have mutual friends. one of whom seems to have an ulterior motive.
genre : fluff
warnings : swearing, alcohol/drinking (not to excess) protective!best friend! niki is pissed at wilbur the ENTIRE time, reader has hair that reaches at least their shoulder (type, texture and colour aren’t described), tommy being a shithead
pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader, one-sided enemies to lovers
pronouns : she/her
featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!nihachu, cc!tommyinnit (mentioned)
word count : 1.4k
note : ty for 300, can’t even begin to explain how much i appreciate it tagging @starsyoubreaklikesugardust because of how lovely she is. title stolen from one of my favourite taylor songs ofc
“please, niki,”
he’d been begging for nearly 15 minutes at this point, but niki was stone faced. she was one of his best friends, he knew all the tricks to make her give in. he’d complimented her, talking about her new hair colour and how it suited her. he’d made himself seem as pathetic as possible so she’d be more likely to help. he’d given her begging eyes, trying as hard as he could to convince her.
he only had one more trick left, and after that it would be pure brute force: asking over and over again until she got pissed off enough to either yell at him to fuck off or she’d agree.
“but, niki, please,” she huffed as wilbur started talking again. “imagine,” he pulled his face up beside hers to guide her on his journey of persuasion. “events in which you can hang out with me and not feel guilty. events in which you can hang out with her and not feel guilty. picture not having to be weird and squirmy around me when you say you can’t film with me because you’re filming with her. not having-”
“enough!” niki put her phone down, looking at wilbur, unimpressed. “you know she’d kill me, right?”
“pretty sure she’d thank you if it works out the way i want it to,” wilbur said innocently, and niki picked up a pillow, ready to hit him with it. “come on! for me? for your best friend?”
“the answer is no wilbur,”
“but-”
“no, i already have to listen to you whine about how much she doesn’t like you, i don’t want to have to listen you talk about how much she does.” niki shook her head. “i’m sorry. i can’t help you.”
lo and behold, thanks to brute force it was less than twenty minutes before she finally agreed, and wilbur walked out of her flat armed with his new knowledge.
there was only another 2 weeks before he had to use it. tommy had finally moved out of his shithole apartment, and he had a small get together with a few other brighton streamers. including you.
your cardigan had slipped off your shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull it back up. not in a predatory “no one should see your shoulders” sort of way, but more in a protective, wanting you to be warm way.
you’d first met wilbur six months ago, and he’d declare it was love at first sight. niki had actually been the one to introduce you, and he’d never be able to thank her enough for all the help she’d given regarding you. the first night, you’d were lovely. all soft smiles and laughing too hard at his shit jokes. he’d brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder and it had given you both goosebumps. wilbur had decided right then and there that before the night was over, he was going to kiss you. or at least attempt to, unless you weren’t interested.
he’d left you alone for fifteen minutes to go get a drink and to use the bathroom, and on his way back he’d been apprehended by tommy. the bastard had made fun of him for how whipped he looked the entire night, and wilbur had been too self conscious to admit he wanted to go back to talk to you. when he’d finally lost tommy’s interest, he’d also apparently lost yours.
you avoided him for the rest of the night, sending short replies whenever he messaged you until finally, he stopped.
he hadn’t dated anyone since, putting it down to it simply not being something important right now. he pointedly ignored the fact that he still really wanted to kiss you.
now, he watched you sip your drink while you chatted with tommy. someone new showed up and tommy had to excuse himself to say hi, and that was when wilbur approached. "fancy seeing you here."
you smiled politely, trying to mask your evident distaste for him. "hi,"
"you look really nice," he tugged gently on the sleeve of your cardigan. "'s this new?"
you pulled back. "thank you. and no, i've had it for a while. i think i see niki, i should go talk to her. have a nice night, wilbur."
perfectly polite, if a little brusque. you floated off, pulling the cardigan back up over your shoulder as you reached your best friend. "what did he want?" niki asked curiously.
"just trying to talk to me," you didn't wanna start a fight, so you waved him off. niki, however, kept pushing.
"yeah? about what?"
"doesn't matter, nik-"
"why do you hate him?"
you shut your mouth. "i don't-"
"yes, you do. and i love you both, and i just want to fix it but i don't know how!" she sounded upset, and you frowned. she took a gulp of the rest of the water in her glass. "i'm going to get enother drink. i'll be back."
so you were left alone in tommy's crowded living room, having pissed off the one person you'd really want to talk to. the only other person who wasn't speaking to someone else was wilbur.
there was no point in staying at this point. you finished your drink and grabbed your bag, stepping out into the hallway to call a taxi. it was raining outside, and you were huddled under the awning as best you could, pulling your cardigan back over your shoulder.
the metal door to the building buzzed as it was open. it was wilbur, black coat pulled tight around him. he shrugged it off, shoving it towards you. rain had started trickling down your back, and you were shaking uncontrollably.
"are you insane?" he had to yell for you to hear him. when you didn’t take the coat, he tossed it at you. you caught it instinctively. "what are you doing?"
"going home." you replied, throwing it over your shoulders, leaving your arms out. "what are you doing here?"
"i came to check on you!"
"we're not friends, wilbur!" you rolled your eyes, rain pounding the top of your head and soaking you to the bone. "what do you want?"
"why do you hate me?"
your voice went up an octave. "why does everyone keep asking me that? i don't hate you! ok, we're fine. just go back inside, my cab's coming." you looked at your phone and your face fell. they'd cancelled on you. "fuck.”
"let me drive you home," he begged. "please."
"we are not friends!" you emphasised. "wilbur, come on-"
"you know i'm in love with you, right?" you stopped in your tracks, mouth left open. "i have been since i first met you! i thought you were the prettiest girl i've ever seen, and i was going to kiss you. the very first night we met."
tears had welled up in your eyes, blending with the rain. he wanted to wipe them away, but he kept talking. "and i had just worked up the courage to, when suddenly you decided you hated me! why? what did i do? please, just tell me!"
"you're being cruel, wilbur," you sobbed. he was taunting you. telling you what you wanted to hear, making you admit to how you felt only to shove it in your face. you were being pathetic.
"i love you," he said quietly. "and if you don't feel the same, then that's fine. but this has been the longest six months of my entire life. and it's because i was a coward. i was too afraid to tell you how i felt."
"you talked to tommy that night," your voice was low, so soft he almost couldn't hear you over the rain. "kid was making fun of you, said you were being a simp, or something." you wiped a tear away furiously. "and you said. "her?" as if the idea was so terrible. "sure." you said. you laughed, and then came right back to my side and tried to flirt with me."
he faltered. he did say that. it had been loud that night. he was a little drunk, and irritated with his younger brother figure, and all he had wanted was to get back to you. tommy wouldn’t stop making fun of him and he wanted to kiss you so bad his mind went blank. he was an asshole.
“believe me, darling,” he pleaded. “i know i was a dick, and i hurt you. but that was a lie. i wanted tommy off my back, so i said it to shut him up. but trust me, it’s not true at all. i love you, really. and i’ll wait forever and ever, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.” there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “please, let me drive you home.”
so, you ended up in the front seat of wilbur soot’s car on your way back to your place. you’d noticed that he’d nearly died of shock when you’d let him hold your hand with his free one. you could only imagine how he’d react when you let him kiss you on the sidewalk in front of your house.
he’d have to thank niki later.
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A baby? ( you both have the talk about babies)
What? (finding out you're pregnant and telling them)
We're done (how many babies and age gaps.)
Surprise! (Telling all the big news)
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First baby
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Baby trying
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hi! this is for your match-ups! <3
i go by they/them, am nonbinary and have no preferences; anything goes!
appearance • i’m 5’6”, and am a little bit on the chubbier side. my hair is dark brown, fading into a bleach blonde from the last time i got around to bleaching it lol. it falls right above my shoulders, but it’s usually pushed into a hoodie or a beanie. i dress very casually, and i’m not super well versed in the realm of fashion. i prefer to wear clothes that are comfortable, and i’m usually in more natural colors. i’d say that i dress a lot more masculine, like 90% of the time. i’m hispanic and white :)
personality • i’ve been told i’m very reserved, usually preferring to stay quiet and let everyone else do the talking. though, i’m also a bit stubborn and relentless when i’m actually passionate about something. other words i’ve heard are: low-key, blunt, down to earth, open-minded, yet maybe a bit impersonal from time to time. even though i’m definitely an introvert, when i’m comfortable with someone they take up a majority of my time. my free time revolves around my loved ones despite the ‘impersonal’ title lol, so to say. i’m an ISTP-A, and an Aquarius.
hobbies / interests • road-tripping, listening to music, camping, coding & swimming. and that pretty much sums it up. i’m majoring in computer science; i dabble in coding for experience and money from time to time. if i’m not doing that, i’m in the car and traveling a couple of hours to the beach. my favorite genres of music are: surf rock, neo-psychedelia, shoegaze & indie rock.
love language(s) • my love languages are both physical touch and quality time; as i’m actually a pretty touchy person. though i’m also a sucker for doing mundane tasks with the people that i love a lot.
i hope you have a good day/evening/night! ♡
hey hey!! i ship you with wilbur soot!!
i think even tho you may be on the heavier side (as i said last time, all bodies are beautiful!!) wil absolutely loves it, he just thinks it makes you even more beautiful and easier for him to cuddle :) i can totally see him just snuggling into your stomach when he’s stressed, it’s lowkey adorable (now i just see him as a tummy lover- wait that’s actually adorable??? jsjsjsjdnndnsn)
although u may be a bit introverted introverted wil definitely tries to push you a bit out of your comfort zone (ofc if your okay with it, ultimately wil just wants the best for u but won’t do anything ur not ok with)
wilbur also loves going on unplanned road trips with you xD anywhere is fine with him as long as he can spend time with you, he loves leaving just at the time where the night sky is in perfect view when your driving, it’s just rlly romantic to him <3
he always asks for music advice from you, and tries to write music in ways he thinks you’d like or write his music about you, you’ve kinda picked up on the subtle changes and think it’s absolutely adorable:)
wil also very much supports you in your coding, and if you’re ever stressed on school work or just in general, he doesn’t let you lift a finger!! he loves taking care of ya when school stresses ya out, just cuz he knows how it feels
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"Madness is Unfit for a Lady"
A/N: It's here at last. Augh...kill me😭. This was painful
Warnings (Full Series): Cursing, violence, abuse, PTSD, grief, kidnapping, gore, death, explosives, possession, insanity, hallucinations, imprisonment, suicidal tendencies
Genre: 🍃 angst
Time Frame: Two days after Part 3
Pairing: C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (engaged)
AU: Front Lines of L'manberg
Previous | Next (coming soon)
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You'd dragged yourself from the forest, not having seen or heard from anyone since the battle, and hidden in Pogtopia. Specifically the office and side rooms you'd lived in with Wilbur during the Pogtopia vs Manberg war.
You didn't go outside or so much as send a chat to Tommy that you were alright though you suspected he was busy rebuilding his home. Wilbur's home. What would've been your home. Should've been.
The unknown memory brought a fresh wave of sorrow to your tear dried eyes. No amount of sadness would compensate for the emptiness hollowing out your chest now. Wilbur was dead. Your Wilbur. No matter what the other called him, a villain or a madman, he had been yours alone and he was dead.
You didn't even so much as have a ring to your finger to show he was yours. Promised to you, till death do you part, even if the ceremony had never been performed.
"Though death may part us, I will forever love you."
You could hear him saying it on the winds those hours you spent crying in the forest. Could hear his voice as clear as wind chimes in the twitter of birds and rustle of branches.
You didn't know where you heard it, the quote, but Wilbur had never said it. It sounded like something he'd say...vow to you at the altar perhaps. Who cared...you'd never know. Not for sure anyway.
Through the course of your grief you'd searched every nook and cranny of Wilbur's office. His drawers, his chests, the bookshelves, everywhere for any kind of clue that he had been planning his death. That he was in pain and not telling you. That there was a chance you could've DONE something.
You knew if you did find something you'd only tear yourself apart over it. Blame yourself till you couldn't hardly bear to live and finally take the leap off the Netherack bridge you built over your Netherite mine. Or set fire to the Pogtopian caverns and let it bury you with the remaining legacy of your fiance.
But nothing... Nothing came and your body resisted to every mindless beg for it to give in and just fade away. To end its suffering.
A few more days passed and you wished yourself to have been born a swan. At least if this had happened if you were a swan you would've left this plane of existence to be with your lover by now. Death by a Broken Heart. Swans were lucky. They found the one, raised a family, and once everyone left them they died. Faded off to be with their heart in the next life.
"Stupid birds..." You uttered and smashed your face into the pillow. Dried lines of tears cracked under the action and you whimpered, wishing nothing but to see Wilbur's smile again. His eyes.
You'd been angry at him in your last moments together. In a fight and not close to resolving it. You hadn't kissed him or told him you loved him in those last minutes together. He made you a promise to see you again and you feared that would be for a much longer time than you thought.
You took in a deep breath and clutched at the sheets of your bed, reaching pointlessly for Wilbur besides you and only being met with his pillow. There was still an indent in the center where he had rested his head those night before. You pulled it close and held it under your nose, relishing the leftover scent of him on the cloth.
With the realization that this too would fade, fresh tears sprouted in your eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~
Another week had gone by and you had only begun to see more and more of you dead fiance. In every crack of the stone you remembered his rage and every echoing step his laughter. You found his L'manberg uniform and slept with it beside you now. His scent clung to it like a tick and you to that last remnant of him like a leech.
Today was different than the ones before. Today someone had came to see you. Someone had found you in this state of delusion and grief. Tubbo, the newly elected President of L'manberg, and all you could think about was how that was Wilbur's job. That was HIS position.
"Y/N, I've come to speak to you about Wilbur-" Tubbo sat across from you in Wilbur's office. You sat in the deceased's chair with your knees up to your chest like a child.
"I don't want to talk about him Tubbo." You muttered quickly. His name aloud was too much. It was too much to know he wouldn't answer anymore.
"Y/N we have to. He blew up L'manberg and were still trying to figure out why and if he has any other explosives set up!" Tubbo pressed and looked at you fervently.
"Tubbo I know what he did!" You shouted angrily. "I saw it same as you. I saw him DIE Tubbo!" You choked and pressed your head into your knees, fighting the knot in your throat with several deep breaths.
"I know...I know it's hard, but please Y/N. We have to be sure." Tubbo spoke softly and you lifted your head. "Tell us what you knew about Wil- his, gathering of explosive material."
"I don't. I didn't know anything. I know Dream visited him a lot and when-" A loud crash interrupted your words as the one who's name you spoke barged in with Sam, someone you'd never really known, and George behind him.
"Y/N, you're under arrest for the conspiracy to help blow up L'manberg." Dream's voice rang loud and clear.
"What?! No no no, what are you talking about?!" You stood up shocked and backed away as Sam advanced towards you with an axe in hand.
"Sorry it has to be this way." Sam uttered and stood straight, awaiting Dream's next orders.
"Tubbo what's going on?!" You exclaimed to your once ally.
"I'm sorry Y/N, you and Tommy both are liabilities to L'manberg. This is only necessary." The satyr bowed his head and stepped back as Sam pushed the axe edge into your back forcefully, thus making you stumble slightly as he escorted you out of Pogtopia.
"Under what evidence do you have the right to charge me with?!" You exclaimed and felt another sharp prod to your back as the entrance to your newly made home was torn away and sunlight hit your skin for the first time in months.
"You were Wilbur's right hand. His closest friend. He must've told you everything." Dream explained.
"Must've! That's under false accusations! This is illegal! I've done nothing wrong!" You protested and summoned your sword, turning on Sam and his Netherite axe. The sword you wielded was the same one you'd perfected that day in Techno's bunker. The same one Wilbur had refused to let you use at his side in battle, though not directly.
"Y/N put the sword down or suffer the consequences." Sam commanded but you didn't listen. You were a frightened animal surrounded by apex predators. The only thing you could think of to do was run.
So you did. Fast into the trees, sending a flare of fire behind you as you swung at a tree and set it ablaze.
"Stop Y/N!" You heard Dream yell after but you didn't. You set the forest in a setting of hungry flames and acrid smoke behind you.
What had provoked this belief that you had something to do with L'manberg's fall?! Why would they assume such treachery from you?
'Because you're mine.' A smooth velvet voice cracked your senses and you froze in your tracks as the fires reached hungrily at the trees surrounding you.
"What?" You huffed and turned in your stance till you were dizzy searching for the all too familiar and all too welcoming voice.
'I'll see you soon my Love, I promise.' A dark laughter filled your ears and before you stood Wilbur. His clothes were tattered and a long red gash oozed dark red blood through his dusty yellow sweater. His hand reached to caresses your face but not before flames engulfed him and the world became a reality of starving fire.
"Wilbur!" You grabbed at the spot where he once stood and dropped to your knees as they turned up empty.
"No no no, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" You cried and sobbed into your hands.
"I'm sorry Y/N....it'll all be over soon." A menacing voice that bleed all sorts of Danger alerts in your head sounded behind you and as you turned to see who it was, an axe came crashing down to your head.
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When you woke up you were back in Pogtopia. Back in your's and Wilbur's bed. This time your pockets were empty and no stray blocks or freshly crafted weapons were left. You didn't feel that different, maybe lighter. You'd never lost a life before. You knew everyone got 3 shots at this existence and now you had 2.
'Two more to go my dear. Don't waste them.' A draft from the unknown tickled your ear as Wilbur's voice again echoed around you. You followed the shimmering trail of wind till it wound itself into a ball and rested on the sheets of the bed. There Wilbur was again.
Dressed in the same trenchcoat and bloody sweater.
"Wilbur? Is-Are you really here?!" You reached out to your fiance and watched as he leaned his cheek into your palm with a soft smile. His skin was ice but you didn't care. He felt solid. Real.
"Of course not my Love. I'm dead." Wilbur kissed your palm before vanishing and your hand fell away as if nothing was ever there. The kiss didn't linger. It hardly felt like it had happened at all.
"Y/N. Let's go. Without a fight this time, we need you alive." Sam's voice was calmer than Dream's and less forceful. So you went with him.
You were losing it. After months of grief your mind was wearing away at the remind of your sanity.
"Sam, do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" You asked him as he escorted you up the stairs of Pogtopia.
"Not often." He responded cooly and continued on your way. The acidic smell of smoke choked you for a second but it was gone before long. The fire was out already apparently and by the looks of Dream's clothing, you'd done a lot more damage than you'd thought.
"We can add arson with intent to kill to your charge now." The man in green spun the axe in his hand skillfully. A simmering anger rose in your chest as you wanted to scream but something cold was seemingly pressed against your lips and held your tongue still.
"You're a monster, Dream." You growled instead and allowed Sam to lead you away from your home of Pogtopia.
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The Prison was....cold. Empty and impenetrable. The only one capable of getting in and out being Sam. Apparently the place was supposed to be even immune to Dream's tricks.
"Empty your inventory into the hole." Sam commanded and you dropped the two pieces of dirt and a stick you'd picked up on the way. The items were burned immediately and you flinched at the sudden heat.
"Now follow me." Sam led you through multiple gateways and lava walls. Each one seemingly complicated enough to keep anyone and everyone trapped behind them.
"Impressive." You watched as the obsidian walls stretched out to reveal a cell down an open lava lake. With the flip of a lever a platform started to rise and move across the lake. Sam pushed you onto it with very strict instructions.
"You're gonna go into the cell over there and set your spawn. Then you're gonna place down with iron bar. You do anything other than that you die until you can't die anymore. Understand?" You had nodded and followed explicitly.
So began the years on loneliness...
~~~~~~~~5 years later
Five five five...you'd recorded the days and counted the years in words onto the yellowing pages of the journal Sam gave to you. No one had visited you yet and you could feel the boredom and longing for interaction clawing at your remaining sanity. Sure Sam had stopped by and given you food, asked how you felt or if you needed another book and quill but he was only doing his job. He wasn't your friend.
Then IT happened. You got a friend. Dream.
Dream's masked form stumbled across the obsidian floors before the iron bar was replaced and Sam commanded someone on the other side to bring him back. Not a word spoken to you or a glance spared. Cold expressions all around.
"Welcome to the Slammer Green Boy..." You smirked as Dream wiped off his outfit of a tattered green hoodie and black jeans.
"Don't call me that." Dream huffed and reluctantly set his spawn though you suspected by the way his hands shook and his shoulders kept tight that it was useless to do so. Somehow, Dream the most powerful man in the whole nations, was on his last life.
"You're stuck here Dream with me. I'll call you what I want." You grumbled and stuck your head between you knees. You couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with Dream. Sure the years had been horrible by yourself but now they would be even worse with the man who put you in here.
"There's no way Sam would let me be in here with someone. Chances are you'll get moved." Dream sat on the bed and played with the boots on his feet which were missing their laces.
'Why didn't you think of that?! Break the bed and hang yourself. Then you'll be back at spawn and you can go from there!' You shook your head at the thought. Then you'd be on one life and just as jumpy as Tommy and Tubbo, or as unhinged as a certain hallucination of yours.
"Maybe you already are." Wilbur's transparent form sat across the obsidian floor from you. He held up a limp wrist with his knee while the other stretched out its ridiculous length nearly to the middle of the floor.
"I suspected." You grumbled and lifted your eyes to look at him. A year or so ago his face had begun to fade off and his body would falter in and out. You were forgetting him. How he looked specifically.
"Maybe being stuck with Dream won't be so bad." Wilbur shrugged and then he was beside you, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers like a child.
"It was much better when it was just me." You huffed and Wilbur smiled before vanishing as Dream spoke again.
"Did you say something?" He asked.
"No." You said dully. You'd realized that in the act of having conversations with Wilbur, albeit in your head, you sometimes forgot it was supposed to stay in your head.
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Weeks went by and sure enough Dream was right. You were moved. Selfishly enough you weren't happy about it. You were in there first! That cell was yours! Sam or Dream didn't seem to care as you grumbled away.
The heat from the lava was refreshing from cold obsidian cage, even as you were soon tossed back into a cell. This one was smaller and more quaint. It had a bookshelf though and some lanterns. A comfier bed and a clear eye shot over the lake at Dream.
A few more weeks went by and you found a bliss in the privacy you now were able to have. Before it was always private. Sam was all the interaction you got. No one visited or sent you a letter. Nothing.
So you always had time to talk to Wilbur whenever you wanted. Now it was a choice. You could talk to Dream or yourself. Frankly you preferred yourself and Wilbur over the man who drove you to this insanity.
"You can't be mad at him forever. " Wilbur's voice said against your shoulder. You'd forgotten his face completely now, going as far as trying to draw it into the pages of one of your journals and failing as you struggled to recall even the shape of his eyes or if he had dimples when he smiled. The worn wrinkles of worry or happiness washing away from your memory to the point you cried when you couldn't even think of his jawline correctly. Everything was unfamiliar now.
"He's made me forget you. I can wish him to burn for as long as I hold these two lives." You muttered back and leaned your head against the obsidian wall.
"Why don't you just starve yourself or something? Break the bars and jump into the lava and end up at spawn again?" Wilbur suggested. He wouldn't suggest that...this was just your head now. The loneliness and grief stabbing into your imagination.
"That's stupid." You grumbled aloud and returned to your self induced struggle to remember anything you could about Wilbur. What he was like, physically and mentally. You scanned over every possible detail. Dove into years of memory and scanned shelf after shelf of moments where you might've seen his plan for mass destruction.
"Dream was around a lot. I smelled like gunpowder a lot after their visits according to you." Wilbur pointed out and suddenly he was there again. His face faint in the air as you stared ahead. He had a smile on his lips. That you remembered clearly. Wilbur was a smiley boy.
"Yeah...you're right." Your brow furrowed and you itched to find every snippet of Dream around Wilbur in your vast library of fading images.
You wrote them down as you thought of them. The ink drying and smearing with each scribble and sentence pressed onto its yellowing pages.
"Y/N? What're you up to?" Sam's voice threatened to unlock your focus and you shushed him quickly.
"Not now. I'm trying to think of why Wilbur would blow up L'manberg." You rushed out and scribbled down another faint memory.
"Y/N that's pointless. It's simple, he went mad." Sam said gently.
"People don't just go mad, Sam. There has to be a something I missed in those years." Your hand stopped as the graying shadows slipped away. You heard something bend and break then steps behind you. Heavy ones. Armored ones.
"Y/N, I know I put you in here but I think it's time I let you out. Dream didn't have the right to accuse you as an accomplice to Wilbur. Besides, I think there are some things you need to see." Sam rested a hand on your shoulder and you stiffened. Sam hadn't touched you before.
The only touch you'd known since Wilbur died was that of an axe to the head. Your first death. It had been numbing rather than intoxicating like this simple stretch for friendship.
"Sam, why did Dream want me away?" You muttered. Along with others, that had been one of the main questions you'd been trying to answer though it seemed unimportant now. You'd accepted your fate and planned to live it through.
"I, honestly, don't know Y/N. Now that I look back, it was wrong and I'm sorry for my part to play in it." Sam's hand moved away from your shoulder and he reached down for the book you'd been intent on writing. Every memory you could find of Wilbur in the weeks before the Pogtopia vs Manberg Final Battle was there. Even the ones that were simple as him laying next to you one night saying how he wished he could make everything go away back to normal.
"If you believe this Sam, why didn't you let me out earlier?" You asked now and stared at the rows of books.
"I wasn't thinking correctly." He stated simply like it was the answer to everything.
"Right." You nodded and reached up to grab the journal carefully. Sam let you. You really should've been happier about getting out, but you knew what was outside. People who hadn't cared over these five years you were gone. Or didn't know and hadn't bothered to find out.
"Sam, how's L'manberg?" You asked. He was once again leading you through the series of doors and hallways to the outside.
Sam didn't say anything for a while. He chose his words carefully.
"L'manberg is...L'manberg is gone Y/N. Dream and Technoblade destroyed it completely." He uttered and opened the last gate to the outside. As the natural light flooded in you stumbled back a little and had to squint. The naturally created air, the sunlight, the smell of the sea. It was all beautiful... But you couldn't enjoy it as that haunting noise echoed in your skull.
Wilbur's dark laughter after he'd blown up L'manberg first. That was all you heard. Even as Sam guided you down to the shore on a little hill and bid you goodbye after returning some basic things like some iron tools and armor.
It was a haze as the cackle of your deceased fiance clouded your mind. Took your senses down with it to the darkest parts of your memory your mind bad locked away.
"Enjoy..." He had said. To Tubbo. To You. To the whole damn world. He had left you and everyone else to clean up his mess.
"It's not fair Wilbur." You sobbed. You hadn't realized you were crying but now you noticed the curled position you sat in with hot tears falling from your eyes. The new freedom you had was not enough. It wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Wilbur back. You wanted to punch him till he coughed blood for what he did.
It was a horrible thought to wish but you did. You wanted to see Wilbur's pain but you wanted to ease it as well. Deep down you knew you could never hurt him, never turn you back and anger unto the man you loved. The anger was brief as you sniffed away the last of your tears.
The sun had begun to set and you realized it would be best to find somewhere to stay. L'manberg was gone...your house probably with it. Hell that probably got destroyed after Schlatt kidnapped you. That was so long ago even if he hadn't, the house would be so run down it'd be useless to try and save it now.
With the tools gifted to you, you dug a little hole and set up a bed area. You fell into the stiff blankets and felt sleep pull you under almost immediately. After years of being taken away from nature, the dirt seemed alive in welcoming you back to its presence.
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You woke up fairly early and packed up what little you owned. The best thing to do now was to find Tommy. He was the only one you knew you could trust. Tubbo had been a spy and a damn good one for what he was able to get before Schlatt found him out. Phil killed Wilbur...you didn't know if you could face him again. And Technoblade had helped destroy L'manberg for good with Dream.
Everyone else you knew was on Dream's side or shady in some form or other. It was sickening to think you couldn't trust anyone. Years ago you were a hermit kept to yourself and quiet among others. Now you were a woman without her fiance and A criminal let out on good behavior or whatever Sam had said.
'Has Tommy changed as well?' You couldn't help but think of the blonde boy with the filthy mouth being anything but that. You hoped he hadn't but you knew on some level he wouldn't be the same. He had lost a brother that day and all the trust he had bestowed in Wilbur. It sounded selfish but there was hardly a doubt in your mind Tommy and yourself were the most effected by Wilbur, in life and death.
So you carried on with that false sense of hope that little man hadn't moved on too far without you these past five or so years.
"Tommy?" You called out. His mound of a house was vacant and the chests, as usual, untidy and thoroughly raided. "Toms?" You shouted again and continued to wander in search of him.
The land was quiet and then you heard shuffling and a familiar, and still slightly annoying, voice.
"Tommy?!" You whirled around and saw him sitting on a bench talking to some other figure you didn't recognize. One who's skin was gray and a yellow sweater pulled over their lanky frame.
"Y/N?" Tommy turned around to face you and you swear you've never seen the man run so fast. Before you could even register the movement Tommy was in your arms and spitting out questions faster than you could hear. It felt so nice to finally touch another being again. Even if it was the most chaotic man on the whole existence.
"Where the Hell have you been?! What happened to your face? Jesus Christ you won't believe the things I've done since we last spoke!" Tommy was frantic as he pulled away and you gawked at how much he'd grown. The short 17 year old revolutionary was now nearly a six foot man who had grown fairly well into the scrawny frame genetics felt him.
"Tommy, slow down you're gonna give me a stroke!" You laughed and ruffled his hair. "I got arrested! Arrested for God's sake! Apparently Dream convinced Sam I had something to do with L'manberg blowing up. The first time I mean." You added. "I've been in Pandora's for the past five years, alone." You muttered.
"Dream got Tubbo to exile me! For a while it was just me and Ghostbur. Dream was my only friend, or so I thought. Turns out he convinced everyone I was better off. Gotta be honest it was probably the worst years of my life." Tommy chuckled.
"Ghostbur? Who's Ghostbur?" Your brow furrowed and Tommy stepped aside as a cheery voice smile at you.
"Hello!" The figure you saw Tommy talking to waved happily at you, not exactly looking at you but more than a glance before turning to a blue dyed sheep at his side.
Your blood pounded and time stood still. This was madness...it couldn't be. He was dead. Gone. Forever!
"Wilbur?" You stuttered and the ghostly man looked up at you. Really this time. Those vacant eyes, glazed with death, widened in their own and lonely tears fell from your eyes as you noticed the blue stain slashing down his middle.
This had to be your imagination. A dream. You were still in the prison. Wilbur was still dead and hardly memorable in your mind. This WASN'T real!
"Love?" Ghostbur uttered and you felt Tommy realize the moment beside you.
"This isn't possible," You choked and stepped back as Wilbur, no Ghostbur, stood. "You're dead."
"I'm here Y/N." Ghostbur said. His voice was the one you'd talked to all these years. His mouth curved to perfection in that eternal mischievous smile.
He was back...
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The part isn't the problem. Its my SEVERE motivation mood swings. All I know is pain.
But YAY WE GET SOME GHOSTBUR CONTENT NOWWW
Also if you didn't notice, you can spot the five stages of grief beginning to present themselves. Denial of course being the center stage and anger appearing briefly. Next you have bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Am I coping through my writing? Maybe...
Hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you soon 👋
#Front Lines of L'manberg#dream smp#c!wilbur#c!wilbur soot x reader#c!wilbur soot#dsmp#wilbur soot#fem!reader#tw grief#tw ptsd#tw trauma#tw abuse#tw hallucinations#tw insanity#Tw possession#Tw cursing#tw imprisonment#tw suicidality#tw depression#stages of grief
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