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He's so cool
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just thinking about this Marshall...he is looking good, isn't he?
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Ugbad by Zoë Ghertner for Vogue UK Magazine - April 2020
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TAYLOR SWIFT and BILL HADER 2024 Golden Globes
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GUIDE TO EARLY-TO-MID 20TH CENTURY DECADES OF MAKEUP
so you’re writing historical fiction of any subgenre? great! if your characters are folk who like to get all dolled up, here’s a handy dandy guide about the beauty standards from the 1900s to the 1950s for you all! 
(note: this was inspired by @inky-duchess​’s post on makeup from earlier centuries! please check their blog out, they’ve got quite a bit of helpful information!)
(additional note: these are mostly western/american/european beauty standards and makeup! i don’t know enough about different cultures or regions of the time periods to say anything about them - i will emphasize that a lot of latine countries, specifically in the 40s and 50s, were heavily influenced by western standards of beauty, though, thanks to the good neighbor policy of the early 40s)
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"Back during the pandemic" "when covid was still a thing"
Covid is killing over 1000 Americans each week. Covid is the 3rd leading cause of death in the US. Covid is still spreading and mutating. Only 16% of Americans have gotten their boosters in a "vaccine only" strategy to fight the disease (that doesn't work because vaccinated people can and do catch and spread covid). Covid is still a very real threat to you and those you love. Stop talking about it in the past tense. Stop living a lie. It's not 2019. You'll never live in a "post covid" world. Our wishes for "normal" have destroyed any chance of a true end to the pandemic unless we act. Mask up and stop the spread if you really want to past-tense covid.
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I has request!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wilbur x a very pretty reader. Let me explain
Reader is one of those people that’s so pretty that they are either showered with complements or made fun of. And so when Wilbur complements them and it’s a complement they haven’t heard before (https://www.verywellmind.com/positivity-boosting-compliments-1717559 has some good ones 🤍) reader is just awestruck and doesn’t know how to reply
my fave back at it again with SUCH a good idea holy shit-i hope i do it justice <3
headphones in, always.
you're in line at the groccery store-no muisc plays through the headphones, but it keeps people away from talking to you-
and listen, you're modest-really! you are-but like, you know that you’re pretty. and it’s not every trip that someone says it, but you usually can’t go one outting without at least two people saying some thing.
so when you catch a curly haired man behind you staring, his fist in a ball against his cheek, elbow rests on the bar of the cart, a small smirk on his face, you take out a headphone and mentally prepare yourself for the usual compliments, the usual walk around.
“what?” you finally say.
he doesn’t mind the edge around your words, doesn’t knock the lovesick look off his face, says: “i bet you make babies smile.”
you snort, actually taken back for once. “excuse you?”
and some confidence he didn’t know he has, finally stands up straighter, and you see holy shit he’s towering over you he speaks again, a punch to them: “i said you look like you make babies smile.”
he doubles down and that alone makes some edge melt off.
“i gotta say, i’ve never heard that before.”
for the first time ever, pink washes over your cheeks.
he shrugs, “never had a genuine compliment before?” he seems genuinely confused on it and you shrug, let it hang in the air.
“wil,” he leans over his cart to shake your hand and you fumble over your cart to shake his hand, introduce yourself back.
“let me take you out to dinner,” he says, enjoying this confidence he didn’t know he had, “your voice is magnificent. i want to hear more.”
and it’s so cliche, if it was anyone else you might’ve been uncomfortable but no one’s ever been this sincere to you-
“seriously, lemme see your phone. i’ll add myself.”
and it’s like you trust a stranger, fumble as you hand your phone over, he’s typing his number in as he’s making a joke to you, holds your phone up and snaps a silly selfie, a wink, hands it back.
“it’s a date, yeah?” he says as you skip your phone into your pocket and he points his chin at the line, now empty in front of you, you wonder how long it’s been like that- and he enjoys watching you stumble over your words, fumble to get your wallet as he watches lovesick.
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Rest Easy
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paring: musicianbur x fem!reader
summary: Wilbur overworks himself which results in him falling asleep in your lap in the studio. based on one of an idea I had from this
authors note: I was feeling a little bummed so I wanted to write something quick and fluffy I hope you guys like it!
warnings: fluff, one swear, unedited, and not proofread, please ignore any mistakes!
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The text you got from Wilbur when you were on your way to your apartment was short but sweet.
-Gonna be home later than usual, working on a bug in the studio with a particular song. don't wait up for me if you’re hungry love you <3
It was only around 6:45pm which was a bit late for him work wise. So, since you were close by anyways, and your stomach was growling to eat something, you headed straight for the studio a few blocks away. Making a small stop at the sandwich place on the way he always raved about.
You knew his order by hear so you didn’t bother messaging him, plus you wanted to surprise him.
Arriving at the studio you entered the control room, noticing the red light was on indicating the band was recording. You quietly shut the door behind you, and John-their music producer- swiveled around in his chair to give you a small wave. Everyone else you could see through the glass window in the recording room was chilling with their respective instruments as you guessed, waiting for instructions.
You could hear a backing track of guitars and drums play through the speakers, as the warm baritone voice of your boyfriend mixed in with the instrumentals lulled you into a state of comfort.
"Fuck," he swore through the mic when he messed up a line. It echoed through the speakers reverberating off the walls. He just wanted to get this last bit right and then they would be done. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out at his minor outburst of annoyance. you swore you thought he could hear you through the padded walls because his eye line met yours through the window, a look of surprise crossed his face. Lifting your hand that held the bag of food with a wave, his eyes lit up with alleviation and gratitude, he motioned for you to come in.
You somehow maneuvered your way passed all the wires and various equipment strew all over the studio without tripping. Wilbur Pulls you into and bone crushing hug after a few hours of separation he couldn’t wait to get his arms around you.
“You didn’t have to bring me food,” he says pulling back, giving your cheek a quick peck.
You give him a frowned look. “who said it was food for you, smart guy?” Jokingly of course.
Wilbur just deadpans.
“Come on, you went to my favorite sandwich place,” Wilbur lifted your arm still holding the take away bag to prove a point. He saw the logo of the shop on the front. “walked two blocks just to bring it to where I am.”
Damn, he caught right on to your ruse. You rolled your eyes playfully and threw up your metaphorical flag in defeat.
“okay, fine you caught me, I thought id be nice and bring you something to make sure you don’t starve, especially after such a long day, sue me.” You stepped closer once again to give a kiss to his lips.
Wilbur hummed in appreciation before leaning in.
“and that is why I love you,”
“because I bring you food?”
“precisely my love,”
Joe who was scrolling through instagram on the loveseat against the wall was listening to the whole exchange with a smirk pulling at his lips until he spoke up.
“You two are disgustingly cute,”
You pulled away from Wilburs lips reluctantly and turned your head to the amused Joe, who you didn’t even know was still here.
“we try our best,” you shrug.
You trudge over to where Joe was sitting and plop down beside him while Wilbur gets back to work to finish up this last line. Not knowing he was gonna be here you didn’t think about getting Joe something but he waved you off saying he would get something afterwards.
Watching Wilbur sing into the mic was a whole thing. He seemed so lost in his words when he sang, concentration purely written across his face as his throat muscles bob with each note. You thought he constantly so good but today he just looked so damn good. His hair was fluffed in a particular direction, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and his eye brows scrunched as he pressed his full lip’s against the pop filter.
You felt so dumb at the jealousy of an inanimate object surging through you as you watched him wet his lips with his tongue and they brushed the mesh.
He must’ve felt eyes staring at the side of his head because, he turns his head in your direction with a smirk and that glint in his eye that makes your body heat. He sends you a wink as he finishes a word, then quickly puts his attention back forward.
Happily, about a few minutes later, Wilbur came to sit next to you, munching away at his sandwich. You both chatted away about your day eventually he had to get back to finish up the recording.
About half an hour later you were both still in the studio. Joe had already left but Wilbur was adamant to get this last track perfect.
"Wil, honey?" you called out, he lifts one headphone and he raises his eyebrows at you.
"I think you should rest, just for tonight, you've done so much and you looked exhausted, and it's getting really late we should head home." concern laced your voice and made him consider stopping for a moment.
You had checked the time once again peering at your phone and saw the time read: 1:33 am. But you knew him too well.
It wasn't fair of him to keep you here all night. You had work in the morning as well. Wilbur felt the guilt gnawing at his chest, the yawn in his voice telling him to rest. rest. rest.
"I'm sorry love, just two more lines and I promise, I'll be done.
He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead quickly before turning back around again.
You always loved Wilbur's determination, but he sometimes could overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. Noticing the growing bags under his eyes and the grogginess increasing in his voice every day, you knew he was over-working himself. Non-stop for the past five days. The new Lovejoy ep was causing him so much stress, he put too much pressure on himself, which worried you immensely. He would go to the studio early in the morning, get home late, fall into bed next to you, get up the next day, and do it all over again. He was tiring himself out more than usual and it wasn't good for him.
You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly in the same spot, fighting off sleep. In your peripheral vision, Wilbur stood in front of you startling your occupied brain. He moved when you noticed him and he laid his head down in your lap, his long legs dangled over the arm of the couch before you could say anything.
Wilbur buried his face in your tummy as his hand snaked around your waist so he could cuddle into you further. It was an odd position he was in, but he seemed cozy.
"you tired?" you tilted your head, running your hands through his messy brown locks. Wilbur hummed at your touch and nodded in response.
"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you," he mumbles into your shirt.
Sometimes you hated his stubbornness, but you loved him so that made up for it.
Not even a minute passed and Wilbur was already softly snoring in your lap like a tired cat. You giggled at your boyfriend and admire his calm features, running the pad of your pinky down the bridge of his adorable nose and watching as he twitched at the contact. A faint smile spread on his lips. He looked too peaceful, so for now, you'd let him sleep. You were happy he was finally getting some well-deserved rest anyways.
"Rest easy, my love."
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WILBUR SOOT CATALOG
QUACKITY CATALOG
FOOLISHGAMERS CATALOG
JSCHLATT CATALOG
TED NIVISON CATALOG
SLIMECICLE CATALOG
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read into a SERIES:
THE WORLD IN BLACK & WHITE *
IN WHICH, you control the decisions over the course of a few chapters. after an alert that a nuke would strike far off the coast, you hid in a bunker that your survivalist uncle has created. years would pass, but you’re still getting used to the new world as you recently started traveling. radio signals go off and you hear about a possible safe location, an oasis of some sort and it became your mission to go. along the way, you meet new people and undergo many obstacles just to reach said location. perhaps you you fall in love, something rare in this day of age. ( wilbur x reader )
DEAD POETS SOCIETY *
IN WHICH, i construct a new blurb / short fic based on a page number you give me. the book i’m using is PILLOW TOUGHTS II by COURTNEY PEPPERNELL.
CHERRY RED NAPKINS *
IN WHICH, you’re a singer for the biggest speakeasy in town: SMOKEYS, otherwise known as that one bar the brothers co-own. after you finished college and moved back home, you very much needed a job. luckily for you, wilbur needed a fresh face for entertainment in his new speakeasy; so he asked you with an offer of fancy payment. not to mention you would get to see your best friend there, his younger brother who bartends the area, tommy. it’s just one gig, surely nothing could go wrong… right? not when rivalling gangs, the chucklers and el quesadilla, are at each others throats to claim said speakeasy in favour of wilbur’s greatest symphony. just maybe, they would rather have your attention instead. | various x reader
COMPETITIVE FIELDS *
IN WHICH, you’re the captain of the high school cheer team. the golden gal, the eye on the prize, that’s who you are. by the prize, i mean there are several men who wants your heart—they fight against each other, bicker, and taunt—but that’s how best friends are, right? they met you individually, as they played various other sports for the college teams. it would not be until volleyball season rolled around, is when they all figured out they had an eye on the same person; you.
GUNSLINGERS GLORY *
IN WHICH, there is a name spoken that everyone is familiar with, a name so vile that many dare not even mutter it. it passes through a whisper around campfire stories after a bottle of gin, as it holds such a heavy weight that many cannot bare to hold the consequences of uttering the word. the elders speak of this name like a warning, carrying on the years of stories of whether or not they are true. “gaagaak,” is who they talk about. “gaagaak,” is you.
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separate! quackity x reader | wilbur x reader | jschlatt x reader
summary: what if you guys were high school sweethearts
notes: 100 follower special | another headcanons thing because i love them | this is long as fuck btw LMFAO also ty for 100<33
* brief use of quackity’s real name * prom king and queen mentions but GN nevertheless.
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QUACKITY
you guys met because he was sat next to you for causing too much of a ruckus and the science teacher hoped your calm persona would calm him down LMFAOOO it was during junior year
it didn’t
to your teachers surprise, she ended up pairing you with someone who got you out of your bubble
you would become just as social and rambunctious as he was. although, you both still did amazing in school, you just needed each other.
the moment your friends started commenting on how you guys should date, saying how you both seemed cute together, or even getting you both in situations where either of you got shy. you entertained the idea for awhile before a thought came into mind.
you were the one who suggested it—who even thought of the idea and smiled at the thought—because everyone was right. out of all your friends, quackity met your parents more sooner than expect; and they loved him.
“what if they’re right?” you would ask one night. your head dangling off the edge, sparing a glance his way as he laid on the floor.
he scribbled on the side of his homework paper, tongue sticking out in concentration. “right about what? are you saying i’m wrong?”
you laughed at him, sitting up then groaning from a head rush. “what if we started dating?”
“don’t know, wanna try?” finally, he stood up just to sit next to you. everything felt so normal.
“first one to fall in love covers the cost at tomlin restaurant!” you grinned. then he shook your hand and it was sealed.
it started off normal and small, nothing in your friendship seeming to change other than more physical affection: holding hands and brief, yet awkward, hugs. you guys spent more time together, everyone around you both seeming to take notice but not bothering to comment.
when junior year ended and when it came to summer time, you guys were at hip. day after day after your shift would end, you both would meet up and spend the rest of the evening together.
at this point, your parents would know to call his parents to make sure you’re there. practically family at both ends as your father loved him, and his mother adored you.
“mi amour.” quackity would say one day. you guys had been out since dawn, finally being able to settle at the docks and appreciate the sunset.
you turned your head to him, smiling sweetly. you hummed in response, but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. his lips parted for a moment, his brows furrowing as he grew frustrated. before you ask what’s wrong, he kissed you. it was tender and loving, pulling away just to grin at you.
you guys became the prime example of the perfect couple. when classes started up again, your relationship seemed to have more confidence to it. sharing a glow-up that everyone has noticed, and your science teacher feeling like she has accomplished something.
around this time, he would come clean about doing streams. you supported him! maybe just then, he started to realize what he felt for you was much more. you were his number one.
often held your hand and stood by your locker; it was tradition to get lunch together or share whatever you had.
by the end of the school year for prom, he still asked you to go! he shouldn’t have been nervous but he certainly was. he made five paper roses, hoping the glue would keep them together.
“y/n?” he called for your name, excited that you’re finally home. he glanced towards your parents who stood off to the side, smiling bright and proud.
“i’ve got your text, alex, everything… what’s this?” your gaze fell on to your boyfriend, holding on to the makeshift roses and a sign asking you to prom.
he was clearly on a budget, but you never felt so moved. he was your other half, and it really shown with all the effort he put into something simple; because he remembers a time when you both first met—when you mentioned that you would love to be asked to prom—as cheesy as it was.
prom was perfect! a lot of dancing, a lot of teasing, and you got to spend most of it with your friends. both of your friend groups mingled together as they didn’t want to separate you both just for them:,)
in the midst of spinning around the dance floor, quackity hanging on to your hands as you held his, he brought you into a hug. it was tight and warm, as he didn’t plan on letting go. “i love you so much, y/n.” he whispered.
in that moment, you finally had your lover boy—and you won the deal. “i love you very much, also.” tightly wrapping your arms around him, you would soon find out he already made a reservation at the restaurant! he was planning on when to confess his love, and he knew long before he was the one who fell first.
after high school, you both sent applications to the same colleges. he got into your guys first choice…! you didn’t. you remember the devastated look he gave you, as it was a look of heartbreak and sorrow. but your sweet smile was enough to bring his spirits up.
“it’s okay, love! we can still get an apartment together and do everything we wanted to do, i would rather have you go to our dream school than not going.” cupping his face, you kissed him gently. it reassured him a tons.
as your relationship progresses and you both as people, everyone was surprised that you two never broke off or needed a break.
you got your first apartment together, your first vehicle, and everything more. you helped him with his streaming setup when he grew frustrated and he helped you apply to other jobs.
you both were each others biggest supports and biggest fans; as you would try and always catch his streams. his audience knew he had a partner, but then never properly met you nor have you bothered showing your face to them.
but as you guys were reaching your golden ages, that’s when he wanted to sit you at the camera with him.
“they’re real, chat! look at them! i can literally just-“ grabbing you by the shoulders, he gave you a light shake until you laughed.
you watched his chat go off, and a lot of them complimenting you while others teased quackity for not introducing you sooner. others bullied him that you were a paid actor. you gave a shy wave but had an excited grin.
“we’ve been together for five years, i’ve been a fucking simp for five years.” quackity couldn’t even finish his sentence as he began to laugh, leaning his head against your shoulder as he grew red.
“we made a deal on who would fall in love first then he lost.” you commented to make matters worse for him. yet, you still rested your head against his as he grasped for your hand.
the moment he started getting into smp’s, is when he started giving you less attention. and maybe this is when your first argument started; yes, you had disagreements before, but never to the point where you both were shouting at each other.
there comes a time where everything feels still, but it happens so fast when the clock starts ticking again. you would find yourself at your friends apartment, lazy on the couch with nothing to do.
after two weeks of radio silence on both of your ends, quackity finally texted you.
“if we’re breaking up i don’t want to leave on bad terms.” “meet me at the ice cream shoppe tonight at 9?”
you were reluctant, but your friend pushed for you to go. you were a mess, and the sight of him was a mess. he bought you both ice cream before taking you the curb side to sit.
“the apartment is empty without you.” he commented first. you could see the frown tugging on his lips as he picked at his ice cream, unsure if he really wanted to eat.
“i miss you too.” you dared yourself to do this, and that was to lean against his shoulder. he would quickly pull you into an embrace, letting his cup of ice cream fall as he held you tight—familiar to the embrace from prom night.
“were you planning go even eat your ice cream?” you finally asked between light giggles.
“no, it’s so stupid, i don’t even know why i bought the stupid ice cream.” he replied through tears and a light laugh. your first huge fight but not ready to give up yet, because you both decided to try again.
after this argument, he became so much more vibrant and open with you. to the extent where you hadn’t realized there was a small part of you both that was held back during your relationship; it was more comfortable now. who knew he would be your first love and your first heartache.
soon, you met his online friends and they loved you. not long after, you started meeting them in person and they still loved you. you were known in the community and was often asked to join a session or two, only if you were comfortable with it.
or taking over for quackity if he needed to do something in the background mid-stream.
you two were so young, so full of youth. still a long way to go and many people commented that. when getting asked personal questions from friends, which were harmless; they were stunned.
“so how long have you two been together?” wilbur had asked. beside him, an eager tommy awaited an answer.
“we’re high school sweethearts—started dating in junior year and haven’t parted since.” you answered briefly, hoping that satisfied their question. but from the curious look the two shared, you knew they weren’t done pestering.
“like, you guys stayed together? surely you had someone else beforehand.” tommy joked lightly, to which you took as a compliment.
you had a bashful smile, your gaze flickering to quackity who was in the kitchen. “no, he’s my first everything, as i am his first everything.”
so young, and so many years to go through your lives. a year after your conversation with wilbur and tommy, quackity had proposed. he was so stupid and naive, but maybe you were too.
a year after that, you were married. there is nothing you would change of how everything played out. quackity recalls a time before either of you started dating when you both were gawking at the idea of marrying at a young age; but here you guys were, doing exactly everything teen you’s would scrunch their nose at.
WILBUR
music class!! well, obviously. he had you in english that morning but music class is where you both really clicked. you both chose the acoustics because for you, well, it was similar to the ukelele you played
and he kind of also maybe seen you struggle with the positioning of your fingers
he came to your aid and helped you. he was also very sweet when at it! but you wouldn’t admit the embarrassment you felt because of needing help for the acoustic. at the end of it, both of you became really good friends.
but when first week grades came in, you scored higher and more praise; this just started an academic rivalry between you and wilbur. often waving your paper in front of each others faces, smug on the contrary if either of you scored higher than the other.
people genuinely thought you weren’t friends. but outside of school, you both went on little adventures where no one would catch of glimpse of you two. train tracks, by a lake in the middle of nowhere, diners where people don’t go.
nowhere was where you guys spent the most. but often enough, your rivalry got in between your friendship. as you both were competitive and thrived to score more; for each other’s attention when the paper was a percent higher.
“how’s it going, second place?” wilbur said with a smirk, holding up a paper with pride.
you scoffed. digging in your bag, you pulled out your own paper and returned the expression, your grin only widening when you watched him gawk at the sight of yours. “only 98 percent? try 100 and look in the mirror; or stay under my shadow.”
his expression coiled, brows pinching together as he groaned in frustration. you couldn’t hear the next choice of words as he stormed off, muttering nonsense as he grew annoyed.
that’s how it always played out. sometimes you were in his shoes, other times he was in yours. both of you thrived off the idea to do better than the other, a friendly competition that you took to heart.
you won’t lie, there was a week where wilbur went quiet. nothing to be said nor sparing you a glance; your guys’ nowhere became your own, as he never met up with you like before. when you finally stopped him in the library and cornered him on his chair, he leaned his head against your shoulder.
“i’m moving—y/n.” two words that was enough to make your heart stopped. “i was hoping that if i detached myself from everyone, it would make it less harder—stupid, huh?” he whispered, hoping you can understand his words that came like a breath.
“you’re lying… you’re lying!” you stammered as your hands grasped for his shoulders. you stared at him, looking into his eyes to search for deception. “just say you hate me instead because at least i know you’ll still be around.”
his smile was solemn, bringing his own hands up to cup from your face. “i’m going to miss you second place.”
stubbornly, you fought for his number until he gave it to you. that weekend he left, a county away from you. but that didn’t stop you from starting up that rivalry again, messaging him your grades; he immediately picked up the act and did the same.
your shared messages was filled with insults and banter, as your only excuse to talk to him everyday was to rub in the fact that you’re better. as for wilbur? to convince you on why he’s better.
“i thought you hated him.” your friends would say.
“yeah, yeah i do hate him.” you would state, rather dismissively as well, sending another message to wilbur. “anyway, what’s for lunch?” your friends shared a knowing look before continuing on with your day.
the first time wilbur facetimed you was after exam days, boasting to you on how his teacher graded his test on the spot and how he got 99%. when you got your grades, you reluctantly told him he beat you—then you sent him enough money to buy a coffee.
that became your new normal. your parents already knowing who you’re talking to over the phone whenever you’re in the kitchen. as his parents knew who he was talking to when doing homework; they never said anything, but watched with a knowing look.
unbeknownst to you—and wilbur—you both would often turn down people whenever they asked you for a date. kindly, of course. but at this rate, your social circle just assumed you and wil were finally dating. there is no other explanation other than how often both of you talk.
“what do you think of this outfit?” you asked, twirling yourself for the camera. on the screen, you watched wilbur take a bite from his sandwich and respond with a pondering hum.
“could use a jacket, maybe something green and light—yknow?” he suggested, taking a closer look at you. “why are you getting ready, anyway?”
“friends birthday dinner, he wanted to go to somewhere fancy since his parents are paying.” you replied rather nonchalantly, rolling your eyes at the thought. then you smiled, and wilbur frowned.
“he? i don’t remember a he in your friend group.” he emphasized with a scoff. “i thought i was your only he?” wilbur now teased, a giggling escaping his lips.
“you are! everyone knows that, goof.” you laughed.
“oh, that i’m your boyfriend?” then, both of you paused. you looked at your phone as wilbur processed his words, his expression falling as he cleared his throat. “you have a wonderful dinner, i’ll text you later.” he spoke quick, ending the call right after before you could bid a farewell.
at the dinner, you tried forgetting the thought of it. but the way he said it so sweetly, so convinced that he is yours, made you rethink the whole year together. your friends commented on your distraction, but you reassured them it was fine.
that night, you and wilbur had a long talk. not on facetime, not through text, but through a phone call as you did nothing but stare at your ceiling. you felt butterflies, you grew flushed, and you laughed. you guys interrogated each other until the sun peeked over the horizon, indicating you both should sleep on the thought until either of you had an answer.
the next day, you and wilbur were official. not yet saying anything about it, but you didn’t need to. your personality said it all, as you seemed more bright and happy. everyone could tell, and maybe that was a good thing. you were a walking daydream.
since then, he started sending you letters. he never expected an answer, as he was showering you with affection in his own way. every week was a new letter and trinket, his handwriting immaculate to make sure it was the best for you.
sometimes flowers came in the mail with it, other times, chocolate. soon enough, you started mailing him gifts in return.
did i mention it was only sophomore year? don’t think i have, anyway, you guys would go on to junior year. whenever you wanted to study after class, you would call wilbur and sit in the library.
not a lot to say, but the year was pretty mellow—other than the occasional scare of someone trying to convince you one or the other was cheating. other than that, it was mellow and you enjoyed his company during dire times.
although, that summer wilbur came to visit. as his parents already discussed with yours the arrangements behind your back. you could imagine the surprise when you walked back home after work, exhausted and ready to sleep, when you spotted wilbur in the living room.
“when were you going to tell me you had a dog?” wilbur asked with a wide smile. he was sitting on the floor, playing with the golden retriever and getting hyper.
your mouth parted, unsure whether to believe he was there or not. when he looked back at you, he stood with a concerned brow. “are you okay?” that’s all it took for you to leap into his arms, both of you falling on to the couch in a fit of giggles.
“when did you get here, goof?” your hands cupped his jaw, as you grinned when he melted in your touch.
“an hour ago, and i won’t be leaving anytime soon.”
most of your summer was filled with either working or in his arms. whenever he heard music playing from an ice cream shoppe or an old diner, he would pull you into a dance.
it was often he did this, and it became routine whenever you heard a familiar tune. his hand on your waist as you tripped over each others shoes. you couldn’t ask for anything more.
when the summer came to an end and it was time for him to go; he gave you a jar of notes. “open one everyday when you wake up, my love.” he instructed before he left.
that was the first time he called you love, and he instantly knew he was going to be your greatest heartache when he left.
you did as instructed, opening a paper everyday. each one containing a new poem or sentence, each professing his love for you. he never said it out loud, but you knew then and there that it was love. it had to be.
your last year of high school and both of you were still going strong. he talked about taking up streaming, while you talked about college. if college didn’t work out, then starting your own business was backup—but you hoped for the contrary. yes, you took up tailoring but you were unsure if it was for you.
you made wilbur a new coat and sent it to him, and he praised you for your work! but you were still rather unsure.
though, it was your turn to go to him. your year and graduation was earlier than his, so you had enough time to attend his ceremony. he waited for you at the airport, anticipated and excited to have you in his arms again.
leaving the terminal, you looked around for his parents. but instead you heard wilbur calling your name, his voice becoming the only source in the crowd. the moment you spotted him, you beamed at the sight—he changed, a lot that is. tall and more easy on the eye, not that he already was, but it seemed like he was glowing much more.
you ran to him, dropping your suitcase at the last minute to leap on him again. first, it was a tight embrace and whispers of sweet nothings. then he lifted you off your feet and twirled you in the air, only stop and kiss you officially. your first boyfriend, your first i love you, and your first kiss; he was the whole package. nothing felt more right than in this moment of sharing something tender.
you only pulled apart because his father told you both to break it up, and that they have a dinner reservation waiting.
when prom rolled around, he pestered his staff until he was finally able to ask you to be his date.
when he convinced them, he immediately went out of his way to get a corsage that matched his suit for you. he went out of his way to get his hair done, the perfect suit, the perfect everything just to come back home—a bouquet in hand—walking into his room where you laid and that’s when he asked. to hell, his parents were unaware of what he was doing.
“i may not have been able to escort you to your prom, but i hope you can be my other half at mine.” he’s so sweet and bashful about it.
imagine this: it’s prom night, you both dressed to impress and actively competed on who looked better. you guys were far off from winning prom king and queen, but instead left an hour early to go nowhere—which in hindsight, was at a park and just become teens all over again.
after this chapter of your life ended, you both started to settle. neither of you were happy because it didn’t feel right; it wasn’t right. so after a lot of consulting and questions to be answered, you both agreed to physically part until you both were ready again.
you both stayed in a relationship, but your interactions were through a phone screen again. his streaming career picked up as he started on an arg, as you were focusing on a small business and bettering yourself.
it would take nearly a year until you were in each others arms again, relishing in the sweet physical contact again and the sweet nothings.
overall, your relationship was quite healthy. around this time, wilbur gradually started introducing his friends he made along his career. tommy adored you, and often stole you from wilbur.
“i cannot be jealous of a fucking kid right now.” wilbur joked, staring from across the room where you played monopoly with tommy.
tommy turned his head, sticking his tongue out before fixating on you again. smiling, you shook your head at wilbur’s words. “you could join you know!” you exclaimed before tommy started spouting words of protest.
“nu-uh! we’re too deep into the game, he cannot! i reckon he leaves the house and i become the man of this home!” tommy retaliated with a prideful huff.
“and i reckon i call mother-innit to pick up her boy.” wilbur suggested. the rest of the evening was filled with bickering and playful banter, as the two boys fought for your attention. brothers, right?
wilbur kept your relationship more private, as he didn’t speak much of you on stream. but every time you donated to him with simple words of “you’re so goofy:)” or “i highly encourage you to blow up this nation or you don’t love me.” his chat would see how his cheeks would flush red and his smile would become shy. they got the major hint one day when he replied back. “darling, don’t you have a business to run or am i missing something?”
from the very beginning, you knew life would not just settle with wilbur—not once—not even for a month. but you were fine with that.
but during the pandemic, maybe that’s what you both had needed the most. you don’t know what happened during that time but it definitely improved your relationship for the better. he picked up on writing you letters again, and often left them at your bedside nightstand.
he was in love again, not that it ever vanished, but he shown it entirely; publicly if you will. when lovejoy started and you began to take part in it, he couldn’t have been more infatuated with you than ever before.
watching you get along with his band mates and pitch in ideas for music videos or lyrics, he knew then and there that you were the one.
he knew that for a long time. call him a scum for being scared of commitment, but he finally opened his eyes that it doesn’t seem so bad. not when he gets to see you smile like that everyday. not when you chose him all those years ago and waited for him to see that.
your patience was all he needed, and he was all yours.
JSCHLATT
he was your fucking bully
LOLjk but no. senior year, and it was more like you stuck to your own friend groups until it came to english class; your teacher wanted you both to debate over a topic you had 15 minutes to prepare for, and god almighty, he wasn’t prepared for what you had coming at him
for one of the artsy kids in the school, you really had fire in you
he kind of got taken aback when you slammed your hands on the table and raised your voice to cut him off. “YOU HAVE no RIGHT to say that here! biased i say!”
needless to say, you won that debate with flying colours and gave a reasonable argument. he would look at the teacher, hands raising in defence. “how the fuck am i supposed to compete against that?” “language, schlatt.”
after that day, he seemed rather fond of you. he didn’t mind sitting next to you in class, but that didn’t mean he still picked on you
throwing pieces of paper at you and mocking your answers. it wouldn’t be until you unraveled one of the pieces of paper, you would realize he doodles on each of them. smiley faces and stick people, sometimes making fun of other people in class. it was kind of cute.
you started throwing pieces of paper back at him. at some point, your teacher scolded you both for creating such a mess and held you both at lunch to clean it up. one of the worst decisions he has ever made, and that’s the honest truth.
“he’s a jerk.” schlatt grumbled, picking up the little balls of paper from the floor. “who stuck a stick up his ass? the principal?” he continued to rant, earning a scoff from you.
“trust me, i’m neighbours with the guy—hates when family swings by and calls the cops.” you retorted with a snort. “think it’s because his wife left him or something.”
“gee, i wonder why.” sarcasm laced with his tone, grinning ear to ear. but you both had something in common, and hating the english teacher was it. “you any good at science, doll?”
“course, who isn’t?” you answered, sparing him a glance.
“me, wise guy—failed the class last year and i’m back at it again, trying to play baseball ‘ere and they’re threatenin’ to get me off the team if i don’t do something soon.”
and that’s how you both officially started talking. but surprisingly, he was exceptional at calculus. to which you took advantage of whenever you met up in the library.
you both argued; a lot. butting heads was normal as you both had a sour tongue, and he often called you names while you stated out facts. there was never a dull moment between you both, and everyone found it entertaining.
his baseball team often invited you to sit with them, as they loved hearing schlatt whine and retort in disgust when seeing you sit with them. usually talking over you, then you raising your voice; then you both would have another argument. although, free lunch entertainment for the team!
people could not understand how you could just tutor each other, and neither of you had an answer. just a simple shrug and, “they’re a good tutor.” before continuing with your day
but there came a time where your attention was settled on someone else. not because you were interested, but because of how close your families have become: ted nivison easily became your friend. both of you were equally as snarky and sarcastic, a duo that people actually seen that worked.
schlatt? he didn’t like that. he didn’t understand why, as he also still had your attention just the same. your library meetups never faltered nor has your arguments. he just felt as if…it didn’t feel right.
ted picked up on the attitude first. on a day he was pitching for schlatt, he would watch his friend spit out a sunflower seed with a scowling expression. “loosen up, will y’ah?” ted joked
but he learned to shut his mouth the moment schlatt hit the ball, as it flew right above his head. the coach declared a home run. yet, ted gawked at schlatt who now gave him a smug look.
after practice, you came to pick up ted. “another dinner with the family!” you would call out. he raised a hand to let you know he heard you—ted then turned his attention to schlatt who narrowed his gaze at him. he would watch his friend snatch his bag without a farewell; schlatt was jealous.
you never took schlatt as a jealous man, as he seemed confident with every aspect of his life. but after a conversation with your good friend at dinner, it finally clicked as to why schlatt seemed more smug and distant. it was agreed that he would never admit it, but you found it quite amusing.
schlatt? jealous that he has to share your attention? your gaze? your time? it flattered you really. the thought of it never once leaving your mind, and you found yourself glancing at schlatt more often than you should.
“you’re starin’ again.” schlatt stated before cracking open another sunflower seed. “listen doll face, i know i’m the perfect picture, but we have tests coming up and we got’ta focus.” he teased, a grin pulling at his lips. “keep undressing me with your eyes and we’re going to have a problem, doll.”
you smiled, before failing to contain your laughter. “me? having a problem?” you scoffed with an eye roll. this piqued schlatts interest, that’s for sure. “you have no right to say that when you’ve been jealous all week over me and ted becoming buddy-buddy!”
“jealous? you read me wrong, why would i be jealous over something so dumb?” he snapped, his gaze hard on yours.
yet, you narrowed yours. all he wanted to do was wipe that stupid smug off of your face, and you were all too familiar with that look in his eyes. then you had the worst idea of challenging him: “i fucking dare you.”
his expression faltered momentarily, before he took a prideful huff then—he kissed you. it was rough, as he is angry at you and quite annoyed. but then it soothed, one of his hands coming up to your neck. pulling away, he smiled wickedly when you leaned against him.
“you were saying, toots?”
to say you guys were dating was a lie, but you both settled on “seeing each other” until then. the term, dating, felt too official and odd.
yet, he dared anyone to send a flirtatious comment your way. although, this meant you started seeing a new side of him. a side that was less cocky, but that never ended your arguments. as odd as it was, it really did keep your relationship in check.
you started coming to watch his games. you would sit next to ted and you both would cheer for schlatt, and it would become a tradition to have a “pre-game kiss” for good luck or some other bullshit schlatt has made up.
definitely gave you one of his old jerseys to wear at all of his games.
when playoffs started, that is the most you have ever screamed for him. he loved hearing you cheer for him from the crowd, as it motivated him each time. the excitement you had when he scored the winning home run, and the happiness you felt when you watched him run straight for you as soon as he stepped on home-base.
the biggest smile, and the most loving kiss shared. “see? i told you i need pre-game kisses.” he would state.
although, your high school lives didn’t last forever. you both made the best from it. out of every couple in the school, you two were the last expected; but definitely considered endgame. he was so cocky with you, but was never a fan of PDA. showing you off by a hand on your waist or an arm around your shoulders.
waiting for you at your locker or walking you to it. sometimes driving one or the other to school, and critical morning breakfast together. whether it’s a sandwich or missing first period to eat out.
to say your parents hated the idea of you both dating would be an understatement, as they were convinced you were bad influences together. there were so many nights where you had to sneak out just to be with him, or sneaking each other inside to watch a cheesy rom-com.
the classic “but i wanna be them!” speeches almost every week.
it was so stupid and silly when you think about it, because quite frankly, you both were the most terrible influences on each other. but if it makes sense, it was in a good way. you both brought out a side neither of you thought you had.
schlatt started to care of how he dressed and made himself appear. as to you, you started standing your ground and no longer was a walking doormat. maybe that’s why you preferred being lazy with him on a sunday morning, he became your safe space in the matter of months.
it was around 3AM and you were far from tired. after shopping from a 24/7 convenience store, you and schlatt sat on the curb side and ate not-so-good nachos.
schlatt cleared his throat, taking a sip of his coke before speaking. “hey y/n?”
“mm?” you hummed, taking a sip from your slushie.
“are we going to prom or doing whatever the night of?” he asked rather sheepishly, but kept his composure by eating more nachos.
pondering for a moment, you shrugged. “we can go to prom, then out with the lads to that abandoned warehouse?” it was a horrible suggestion, and one he agreed upon. then he would laugh at you, watching you get a brain freeze from drinking too much slush.
at prom, you stuck with your guys’ friend group that was made within the year. you guys danced, you guys took goofy pictures together at the stand; most importantly, you and schlatt goofed off until a teacher scolded you both.
on a not so surprising note, you and schlatt won prom king and queen. everyone knew it from the moment you guys started dating, not even sure where you guys became official. it was a question to everyone, even more to you both.
probably back when he started sticking to your hip, or when morning breakfast became a tradition, or when he scored a home run and ran straight to you from the field. but you never thought too hard about it.
what mattered most was when you both shared the cliche dance, and he hated every moment of it. you could see the way his expression courted into discomfort, not enjoying the spotlight that lit both of you up. well, that was until he looked at you; and he swears he fell in love all over again.
pressing his forehead against yours, he smiled with content. “‘m so in love with you.” he admitted through a soft whisper.
after high school became a mess. because right after, you found yourself officially living with schlatt. to quote what started the argument between you and your parents, “he can’t take care of you.” after they found out what type of profession he’s aiming for.
his parents warmed up to you after finding out what happened, and they took you under their roof until you and schlatt figured it out.
still, he kept you away from his audiences eye. not that he was embarrassed, but since everything was pretty heavy and not so good, he preferred to keep both of his lives separate.
this was the lowest point of your relationship, really. yet you both stayed together and figured it out. it was like a thousand piece puzzle that you both had to put together, and with that it took time; so much of it. but with the time that passed, you guys began to figure it out.
schlatt started to briefly mention you on streams.
“y’ah, i’m finally movin’ out so i won’t be streaming as much.” schlatt admitted, hands resting behind his head. “me and my partner finally found a decent apartment at austin, so i’ll be gone for a bit.” stretching his arms, his gaze seemed to flicker to something—or someone—off camera.
he smiled at you, giving a quiet “thank you, pumpkin,” as you handed him some food. it was the small gestures and his audience got to see a small part of his life on screen. he hated the idea of showcasing it but snippets? he was coming to terms with it. he didn’t want to hide you forever.
when you guys moved, it was the most exhausting aspect that neither of you were ready for. considering all odds, both of you hated your first apartment.
you guys share a same look of knowing the obvious, one glance towards the other saying it all. then you would smile, knowing that you guys weren’t done moving just yet.
your biggest supporters were his parents, and your greatest allies when it came to not knowing what the fuck to do. considering the fact that you both were stressed out if your mind. you remember a night where you both had ordered food and you just started bawling, nothing bad happened but you just did.
although, schlatt understood. a week later, he would make fun of you for crying after taking a bite of your burger. “man, didn’t know you cared about the animals that much.” he remarked with a snort, recalling when you had your breakdown. but he meant well, and you knew it was the lighthearted bullying that tied your relationship.
sometimes ted made fun of you both for being more like friends than lovers; but what did he know? he didn’t get to see the the way schlatt holds you on saturday nights. how schlatt keeps the tradition of morning breakfast going, no matter how tired he is. how he knows you don’t like your drinks lukewarm, and prefer it more on the hotter side, or how you always drink your slush until you get a brain freeze.
schlatt knew everything about you, he read you like an open book and is eager for more pages to be created. he wants to be a part of those pages and next chapters of your life.
you got to meet a majority of his friends at sneeg’s wedding.
that’s where schlatt finally admitted to himself that you were the one. after he watched you interact with his friends and like you knew them as long as he did. how you made yourself comfortable in a place where you barely knew anyone, but trusted them because they were his friends.
the next morning said it all, after he just needed to admit that you were the one, to finally open his eyes.
he woke up with a headache, and you probably did too. although, that didn’t stop you from coming to his aid when he groaned from the hangover.
“darling, here.” your voice was soft, and it soothed him when feeling your hands help him up.
you gave him a cup of water and painkillers, then you finally pressed your lips against the crown of his head. through a sick gaze, schlatt watched you move around your hotel room and he had to admit, you looked just as terrible. messy and in a disarray, he wouldn’t have it any different. as this was the first morning without him retrieving breakfast for you both, but you took that into consideration the night before.
you walked to answer the door as someone dropped off the food you ordered from downstairs. then you came back to him, snuggling against his side and pulling out the containers.
“pumpkin, you didn’t have to get us breakfast,” his voice was hoarse and tired, “we could’ve waited until lunch.” his gaze was fixed on you until you looked back at him, and he melted when watching your lips pull into that sweet smile he adores.
“it’s tradition, i wouldn’t have it any other way.”
that morning was a glimpse of what he could have in the future if he proposes soon, and he was rather fond of the idea. he was fond of the idea of being able to marvel at your figure every morning, and to be able to bask with you under the sun when it spills through the blinds.
you were his heaven on earth.
schlatt is very glad to call you his first at everything, and to have you as his high school sweetheart. he wouldn’t know where he would be without you in his life, and he dares not to imagine that; as he is afraid that it may come true. he prefers relishing in the moment and eating breakfast, hungover in bed with you.
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NECROMANCIN’ DANCIN’ - masterlist!
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ONGOING! | COMING SOON!
PAIRING. sorry boys x gn!reader, eventual wilbur soot x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS. there was something in the woods. it was as simple as that. something sat there, deep in the thicket, hidden and waiting to strike again like it does each time a new missing person poster was taped to the walls of the college campus or to the rotted, wooden lamp posts scattered across town. it was there, waiting for its next victim, but the one thing y/n couldn't seem to wrap their head around was why? why wasn't anyone doing anything? why wasn't anyone trying? all it was that surrounded the new prints of disappearing peers were whispers. comments about how strange the situation was, yet it was all the same: nothing was done. perhaps that's why y/n took this opportunity to explore by the horns. with their morbid fascination that has grown over the years of living in an area where strange was normal, it has them two years deep in their investigative journalism major with the end of the year thesis worth more than 75% of their grade and direct access to the biggest publisher in the state to disperse the best paper the students have to offer across the nation. having such a chance hanging by a thread in their face, y/n knew they have to go above and beyond with this project, and perhaps finally get some answers to the questions everyone's been asking. with the help of their friends to uncover the biggest secret the community has hidden, the sorry crew begin to realize that perhaps their home has something much more sinister brewing beneath the surface and they're willing to do whatever it takes to bring it to light.
GENRE + THEMES. fluff, angst, horror, besties to lovers, paranormal!au, cryptic/ghost hunters!au, college!au, small town!au
WARNINGS. cursing, fearful themes, dark humor, mentions of death, s*icide, and murder, heavy blood and injury, gore, missing persons, mentions of sacrifices and animal corpses, talks of cults and skinwalkers and other cryptic creatures, think of a stephen king book with a shitty plot **each part will have a list of tw specific to that chapter**
PLAYLIST. necromancin dancin - bear ghost, baby you're a haunted house - gerard way, mama's gun - glass animals, revenge - xxxtentacion, meet me in the woods - lord huron, devil town - cavetown, full moon - the black ghosts, moth man - dirty bynum, fall out of love - salem, little ghost - the white stripes, shut eye - stealing sheep, come along - cosmo sheldrake, deceptacon - le tigre, white winter hymnal - fleet foxes, the man who sold the world - nirvana, nothing's gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, ghost towns - radical face, verbatim - mother mother, i love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers
80s MIX. california dreamin' - the mamas and the papas, holding out for a hero - bonnie tyler, (don't fear) the reaper - blue öyster cult, take on me - a-ha, everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears, pet sematary - ramones, message in a bottle - the police, season of the witch - donovan, mary jane's last dance - tom petty and the heartbreakers, psycho killer - talking heads, boris the spider - the who, dead souls - joy division, people are strange - the doors, house of the rising sun - the animals, lovesong - the cure, dancing queen - abba, another brick in the wall pt. 2 - pink floyd, paint it, black - the rolling stones
SCHEDULE. when i feel like it lmao.
CHAPTERS.
PROLOGUE! - to speak my eulogy through missing teeth
CHAPTER ONE! - last day on earth (ghost boy on campus)
CHAPTER TWO! - grief and grave, they're the same
CHAPTER THREE! - meet me where the trees sing
CHAPTER FOUR! - i'm grateful (there comes a day you won't be)
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TAGLIST. @mayempress @lucy-loaf @0picels0 @mjtalksaboutanything @beeweensblog @lillylvjy @cloverhasnobrain @lotusanonymouse @babybabygrogu @flowered-bicycles @confuzzledhooman (let me know if you want to be tagged!!)
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Hi Taylor! Your writings have really helped me recently and I just love how you compose an write!
Could you possibly do more Wilbur x gn!reader, possibly cuddling/tired? These have been my favorite and they literally make me so relationship starved 😭
Thanks so much, have an amazing day :D
Ugh this makes me feel so happy! Of course I can do that! <333
eepy.
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Pairings: cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader
Summary: In which your boyfriend is eepy
Contains: plotless teeth rotting fluff
A/N: this is kinda short and a bit trash cause I’m sick *cough* but who doesnt love some fluff
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MAJOR FLUFF BELOW THE CUT!
eepy (/ˈiːpi/)
(comparative eepier, superlative eepiest)
Definition: when an individual is tired cutie patootie
The warm glow of the sunrise seeped in through the window and poured onto the white comforter that covered your twin sized bed. Some might say that a twin sized bed would be impractical for two full sized adults, but it worked surprisingly well. Having a smaller bed meant having to squish together really close so you could both fit, which often led to cuddles. And if you knew anything about Wilbur Soot, the man lives for cuddles.
You were laying on your side, facing away from wil, staring at the blank wall that you had yet to decorate. It was hard to make a space your own when you were moving almost every month. You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist, and Wil’s signature scent: a bit of his cologne mixed with cedar, wafted into your nose, causing your head to spin. Wilbur pressed his lips against your earlobe and gave it a sweet peck before mumbling his good mornings.
“Mornin’ angel..”
“Morning, lovey..”
You turned around so that you were facing your boyfriend. He had a bad case of bed head that made you giggle at the sight of his wild hair, which had caused him to smirk.
“What’s so funny?” He asks with his groggy morning voice that he knows makes you go feral. “You just look like shit..” you tease him, biting your bottom lip to stifle another giggle. Wilbur chuckles and rolls his eyes, pulling you closer towards him.
“You know just how to make a guy like myself feel so good, you know that?” He remarks sarcastically, and before you could playfully retort, he kissed you on the lips to shut you up. You gently tugged on one of his curls, eliciting a soft sigh from the boy. Resting your head right next to his and hooking one leg around his torso, Wilbur tenderly squeezed and massaged the dough of your thigh. After being together for about two years, you both knew what the other one’s boundaries were, what they liked, what they disliked, so you were always very comfortable under your boyfriends touch.
You looked into his half lidded eyes and smiled contently. Most of his body was consumed by the massive comforter, which he claims is the best purchase he ever made. You nuzzled into him a bit more and he closed his eyes, grumpy that sun was slowly creeping into your otherwise dark bedroom.
“S’wrong, baby?” You whisper, brushing a curl that fell into his face away. “Nothing, m’ just eepy..” he mumbled back, his words sort of muffled by the blanket wrapped around him. The sight of him all wrapped up in blankets made your heart melt.
“I still have some editing to do that I’m not looking forward to.” He sighs, burying his face into your neck as a last resort to escape the ever growing sunlight that made its way into the room.
“Or��..you can forget about the editing and rot in bed with me for a couple more hours..?”
He’s never said okay faster in his life.
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dumbasscorn · 4 months
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so glad the ghoul boys realised ryan can carry shane, this is a great new era of their content
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dumbasscorn · 5 months
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November
Thanks! From TS and Months, here are the November lines:
Call It What You Want: I recall late November holding my breath
Champagne Problems: November flush and your flannel cure
Evermore: Gray November, I’ve been down since July
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dumbasscorn · 5 months
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Taylor Swift and X Top Ten
Ages (sorted by number)
Midnight
Colors (sorted by color)
Rain
Months
Twenty
Seasons
Curse Words
Women
Trucks
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