#c!wilbur soot x gn!reader

[mysticalsoot]

someone to live with

part 2 to someone to (not) die with

➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!

➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.

➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.1k

main masterlist // part 1

wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.

you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.

you wouldn't be sharing that future now.

despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.

you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.

but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.

ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.

but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.

he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.

no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.

meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.

there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.

he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.

sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.

you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.

"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.

"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.

"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.

"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.

"how much?"

"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.

"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.

"is this about wilbur?"

she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."

"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.

"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.

"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.

"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?

"what will happen to ghostbur?"

Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."

"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.

"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."

"is that good?"

her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."

"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.

"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.

you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"

you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.

it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.

she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.

"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.

"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.

"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"

"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."

"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.

"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."

"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."

she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."

"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"

"yeah, sure."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.

all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.

you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.

moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.

'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'

they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.

you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.

the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.

"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.

"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"you're alive."

"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.

"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.

"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.

"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.

"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.

"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.

"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."

"so you've been in our house?"

"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.

"maybe, but- are you.."

"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"

"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."

he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.

"what?"

"the ring, it's only fair."

"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.

"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."

"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."

"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.

"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."

"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."

"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.

he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.

you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.

the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.

"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.

"yes you do,"

he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.

"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.

"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.

"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"

"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.

despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.

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Hello! I have an idea for a fic! Maybe simpbur was cursed by a witch to turn into a dog and the reader finds him and takes him in thinking he's just a normal dog. Sometime goes by simpbur gets attached like he always does, and by this time reader has full on said "know what Im keeping you! " Then simpbur turns back into a human but doesn't tell the reader that he was a human before so he could get away with things he could do as a dog. Like licking = kissing and clambering into readers lap like he's a lap dog (he was to big as a dog and he still is now) and asking for head pats constantly. And reader just assumes it's because he used to be a dog, so they are slowly trying to teach him how to human. Sorry if this is confusing or too long, I've had this idea for a while and I don't know how to write it.2 Replies

Oh we love some puppy eyed Simpbur yessir. I'm getting non-Stockholm syndrome Beauty and the Beast vibes. ✨

Title: All Bark No Bite Part 1

Pairing: Momentarily Cursed Simpbur x GN!Reader

(Female is implied but no pronouns used)

Warnings: mention of getting high, stitching (very brief), drinking, bar fights, cussing

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Simpbur

To put it simply, it was not hard for Wilbur to piss people off. Specifically guys and the occasional lesbian when he accidentally stared a little too long at someone he thought good looking or pretty.

"Hey Puppy Face! Keep your eyes to yourself or you'll lose em!"

"Oi! Puppy Love! Eyes off my girl!"

The phrase 'Puppy' was often thrown around in his mocking or beatings. His local clinic knew him by name and the nurses all knew the man they called Simpbur.

"Jeez dawg, gotta keep your eyes to yourself before you end up in the hospital rather than here." Wilbur's current nurse, a friend of his named Alex Quackity, slurred his words.

"Are you drunk?" Wilbur raised an eyebrow and winced as the needle poked into his split skin.

"Nah man. Maybe a little high but that was hours ago I'm fine." Nurse Quackity smiled relaxed and carried on with Wilbur's stitches along his arm.

Wilbur wasn't sure as to how secure Quackity's stitches were and decided to just go for a few drinks before going home to his apartment. His body ached as he spotted a beautiful woman walking from a pub. The Bottomless Bottle to be exact. Wilbur had been there countless times due to it only being a few blocks from his apartment.

"Evening Wil." The bartender, a dark headed guy people called Sapnap for casual and the drunkards called Fireball for his signature drink.

"Hey Sap. Just a beer right quick. Nothing much tonight." Wilbur grumbled and sat at the bar on a stool.

"Aww did the Simp get his shit rocked again?" Sapnap teased and Wilbur shot him a glare. The stitch on his arm and the obvious black eye was evidence enough he had indeed 'gotten his shit rocked.'

"Can it and just give me the damn bottle, prick." Wilbur growled. Sapnap sent him a shit-eating grin and handed over the beer while scribbling something onto a notepad labeled on that particular page "Simp's Tab."

"So, who was it this time. Straight or gay?" Sapnap leaned over the table and folded his arms under his chest.

"Straight. Bastard wasn't even dancing with her." Wilbur admitted and took a sip of the foul alcohol in his hand.

"Hips?" Sapnap pressed. Wilbur and him had played this game so many times.

"They definitely did not lie lets just say that." Wilbur flushed just thinking about the dancer he'd seen last night. A light haired woman with a thin waist and charming smile. Beauty in her own and all alone on the dance floor. Wilbur had gotten up to ask her to dance before getting his face clocked and his arm scratched up by some buff ass biker dude who was not thrilled at his advances.

"Sounds like a rough night." Sapnap chuckled and cleaned a glass to perfection.

"No kidding." Wilbur winced as his stitches protested to him flexing his arm as to not make it cramp.

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The night was long and after four beers and several glasses of fancy alcohol Wilbur couldn't remember the name of he decided to go home. He paid off a portion of his tab and headed our before the evening rush came in.

Darkness swelled around the city streets and Wilbur stuffed his buzzing hands into his pockets, stiffening at the chill resting in the air. He looked down at his feet and blew clouds of breath that met his nose and smelled of putrid alcohol and despair.

"God you're a sad sight." A voice uttered in front of him and Wilbur looked up just in time to run into someone blocking his path. In his drunken state he didn't quite realize the situation until he was flat on his back with a weight on his chest.

"Oh hello." Wilbur slurred as his vision swirled the image of what appeared to be a woman on top him. "This is a bit forward don't you think?" He smiled and what appeared to be disgust lit up on the woman's face.

"Ugh! Creep! Where are your manners?!" The stranger climbed off Wilbur and he got to his own feet shakily, shaking out his head in an attempt to clear it. "Filthy dog. Someone ought to put you in your place!" She shrieked and Wilbur almost fell again when he was suddenly being dragged along by his arm.

"Woah hey I'm not that type of guy Miss-" Wilbur started but soon the world went dark and everything changed drastically.

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Wilbur woke up. As a dog. In a filthy alleyway with no memory of what just happened.

"What in the-" He tried to speak but everything came out as a bark and growl. He was startled and sat back on his new hindlegs. Everything was shaky as he realized what had happened.

"I have a tail?! And a snout?! And FUR?!" he spun in circles as his head spun with the thoughts. Wilbur growled and frightened himself at his own new voice. What was happening?! How did this happen?

His new Canine mind ran through everything that could've resulted in this. Maybe he was dreaming or some voodoo shut had been put in his drink.

No, it was that woman. The woman that called him sad and got pissed at him for HER falling onto HIM! Wilbur snarled and left the alleyway with his head low. He stumbled on his paws a little and it took a second to get used to the feeling of straight concrete under him.

Wilbur walked to the apartment building he stayed in. Or was supposed to be staying in but it appeared all his clothes had gone missing in the event of his form changing.

"When I find that bitch witch I better get my shit back." Wilbur growled and arrived at the door to his apartment. It was pretty easy to sneak in when you were a cute fluffy brown canine. Wilbur looked at himself in windows as he walked past the counter where most checked in and almost took a double take.

He was fucking adorable!!! Granted he himself preferred cats when it came down to the wire, as a dog Wilbur was damn cute.

Needless to say it was a shit idea to try and get into his apartment without keys and as a four legged creature.

"This is pointless. Might as well start eating out of the trash now." Wilbur let out a whine and let his head hang. What did dogs even do? Especially strays. He'd never seen one in the city although most of the time his vision was fucked over by a swollen eye or swirling from alcohol. Hardly ever did Wilbur go out sober or uninjured by the time he came home.

"Hey there, you lost little guy?" A kind voice broke his pity as Wilbur padded down the street again. Wilbur looked up and was quite possibly met with the single most beautiful person he'd seen yet.

"Don't worry buddy, I won't hurt you." You smiled at him and stretched out a hand to scratch behind his ears and Wilbur swears he'd never felt something so heavenly. Wilbur instinctively leaned into your hand and it caused a chuckle to escape you.

He might've died a little inside as his scruffy tail started to swish back and forth.

"Have you got a home? Or maybe a name?" You asked and Wilbur whined first then a bark hoping you would understand his form of confirmation to the name question. He would hate for him to find the person responsible for his change in appearance and you be calling him something like Spot the entire time.

"Well what's your name then?" You asked with a bright smile and Wilbur jumped up slightly to signify you to follow him. You did and he trotted to the only place he could think of where he might have his name written somewhere. The Bottomless Bottle on his tab.

"A pub? No offense buddy but I don't think you're eligible for a drink at this hour." You laughed and Wilbur's dog face split into a grin. You were so perfect. Your laugh, your humor, your beauty and kindness. He could feel himself falling and falling fast and he'd hardly known you for an hour.

Shit maybe he did have Puppy Love.

Wilbur barked and urged you inside. Sapnap was working the counter again and Wilbur barked at him as you both walked in.

"Oh hey there. The dog yours?" Sapnap waved at you and Wilbur struggled down a growl as his face seemed to turn a little red.

"No, I found him on the street. No collar or anything. I asked him if he had a name, which I know sounds ridiculous, but he led me here." You responded with a smile. Wilbur's tail tagged furiously as he crept past Sapnap and jumped up to the counter where a notepad sat with scribbled names and tabs set up.

"Have you seen him before?" Wilbur heard you ask Sapnap and he barked with a growl close by to attract the bartender's attention.

"No can't say I have. What do you want with my notepad boy?" Sapnap quickly answered and flipped open the writing pad. Wilbur snatched it into his teeth and cringed internally at the feeling of the cardboardish cover against his tongue. The paper smelled of old alcohol and smoke.

He nosed up another page and barked once he recognized his own name and the numerous tally marks and numbers under it. Another cringe.

"Wilbur? Is he you owner?" Sapnap scoffed and patted Wilbur's between the ears. Wilbur barked at him seeming as that was as close to confirmation of his name as he was going to get.

"Who's Wilbur?" You asked and Wilbur's trotted to you side, nuzzling his nose under your hand.

"A regular of mine. He's pretty out of it usually so maybe he forgot to lock his door and his dog got out." Sapnap shrugged. Wilbur huffed in relief that he didn't say anything embarrassing.

"Oh...well where does he live?" You asked and Wilbur begged Sapnap to not give it away. His apartment was a mess and the last thing he needed was for you to think he abandoned his dog...well himself technically.

"Can't say I know. Man's pretty private about everything." Sapnap sighed and went back to cleaning a glass behind the bar. Wilbur barked again and hopped up on his hind legs, realizing his mistake and nearly falling. You were there beside him as he steadied himself and he nuzzled his snout into your palm.

You quickly obliged to pet him for a moment before crouching down and looking into his dog eyes. The moment was surreal and Wilbur knew if he was human he would've kissed you in such a time.

"What do you say you come home with me and we'll come down here everyday to see if Wilbur has tried looking for you." You offered sweetly and Sapnap shrugged reluctantly. Wilbur darted forward and rubbed his face alongside your legs as you stood up, clearly on board with the idea.

"Still don't know his name." Sapnap pointed out and Wilbur tapped onto the notepad again desperately. Please don't call him Spot was all he could think of.

"Well he seems to like the name Wilbur." You chuckled and Wilbur barked joyously to which Sapnap shushed him. Wilbur returned it with a growl and smirking face.

"Alright, name the dog after his owner then. Who am I to judge?" Sapnap huffed and you left with Wilbur trailing after happily.

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You lived in the Apartment Building down the street from him. Pets were allowed and you introduced him to the landlord which he reluctantly let pet him. Landlords he wasn't fond of. Especially when his liked to collect rent early.

"Go explore now then Wilbur." You said and pushed open the door. Wilbur was tempted to just step in and start roaming but realized how un-dog-like that would seem. So,he pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed. He sneezed a few times from the sheer amount of smells that flooded his head but kept along with sniffing and occasionally licking a few things.

"What do ya think?" You said and plopped down onto the couch in your living room. Wilbur barked in response and lept onto the couch next to you, crawling into your lap. His head rested onto your thighs and he almost fell asleep there. Everything was so perfect already.

Maybe being a dog wouldn't be so bad afterall...

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Part 2 will be out soon! I've got Laryngitis right now and feel like sit so I'll try and get it done asap! Hope you enjoyed 💛💛

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[koithelittle]

christmas movies & cuddles

note; my first fic here, yay!! terrified would be an understatement. idk how long it’s taken me to write this but it’s been a while, i was really struggling with being okay and confident with it so if it suck’s, i’m sorry. requests are open tho! for all things, and my inbox just in general so have at it! okay that’s all.

warnings; use of daddy/dada, cutesy pet names, brief mention of alcohol (wils past wif cwistmas), ummmss,,, mark boardman is there! great sitter- okay that’s all i think! not proofread for mistakes so beware!

pairing; cg!wilbur soot x gn!little!reader

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wilbur always found enjoyment in making you happy, in doing things that would bring a smile to your face or make you laugh and giggle. he loved to be your sun, when all you were surrounded by was darkness.

he's never been fond of holidays if he's honest. he didn't like dressing up for Halloween, and as a guy in his mid-late 20s, he didn't particularly care for the party side of halloween either. when it came to Christmas, it only seemed to remind him how lonely he was. or had been. before he met you, christmas was spent inside, alone with alcohol to numb the loneliness.

but now, with you, he has every reason to celebrate it. christmas decor goes up november 1st, Christmas cookies get made the day after and he already has a list of gifts he plans on getting for you and all of your shared friends. he has plans of activities, and small outings to go on. you go ice skating together, where he holds you to his side and keeps you from falling. he takes you out to get a christmas tree together, bringing it home and setting it up in the corner of the den.

he'll stand on his toes to hang up the garlands, spending hours outside hanging up christmas lights on the porch (you tell him it's not worth the cold he'll endure, but he insists on doing it without you peeking all so it's a surprise). he loves doing things for you, and holding you and keeping you warm during the cold nights. he'll make you tea or cocoa and hold you between his legs as you both watch a christmas movie.

you show him all your favorites, although, elf is his all time favorite. he finds it bizarre and funny at the same time. how silly it is, and campy it feels. he'll rub your stomach and kiss your cheek, holding you close to his chest.

if he's honest, part of why he does all of these things is to help you, to heal you and to make christmas fun for big you and little you (because let's be honest, he does everything he can to bring a smile to your face both big and little).

lately, though, he's wanted to focus more on at home, quiet christmasy adventures. things that you would feel comfortable doing when you're regressed, which meant quiet and cuddly activities that meant being cooped up inside.

he'd seen the whole boo basket trend, and thought it was a neat idea but wanted to have his own twist on it (prior to deciding, he also saw the burr basket posts but those fizzled out before he really got a good idea of what he had planned). he sat down at his desk to list a few stores he'd stop by and what items he planned to get from each one.

the local bookstore was sure to have a santa book, and maybe even a few jellycats (you eyed them all the time, and he almost always sneakily bought the mini ones to hide around the house). after the bookshop, he'd head to another shop, one that he's sure would have a basket and maybe a blanket, some candy and instant cocoa, amongst other things.

once his list was completed, he hurried down the stairs to where you were cooped up in the corner of the couch, wrapped up in one of his blankets with your stuffed bunny held against your chest. you'd been regressed for a few hours now, and needed quiet time so he set you up in the living room awhile ago, your favorite cartoon playing on the TV.

he sat beside you, pulling you into his side as he kisses your cheek and temple. he rubs your arm as he smiles down at you, "hello, baby, you ok?" he whispers as you whine and crawl into his arms, sitting in his lap.

he chuckles softly, nuzzling his nose against your hair as your hands grip onto his shirt. he pulls back to get a look at your face, hand on the side of your head as he pushes hair out of your face.

"love," his voice is a bit more firm, "are you okay?" you shrug as a response, soft frown held on your lips as he sighs and pulls you closer. he presses kisses to the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair as his other hand rubs your back.

he holds you for a while, the TV playing as background noise more or less as he coos and whispers a soft lullaby to soothe you a bit. when your grip on his shirt loosens, and your breathing steadies out, he pulls back to look you in the eye again.

"I've gotta go out for a bit, do you want to go stay with grace or wilma?" he whispers softly, hands on your lower back as he gets you to sit up a bit more.

you shrug, eyes stuck on the wall behind him as you zone out. he rubs your back, bringing your attention to him again, "okay," you mumble, dropping your head to your shoulder.

he kisses the shell of your ear, recognizing that you're most likely nonverbal or at least close to it. he nuzzles his nose against your cheek in a light manner, tickling you. you giggle softly, tensing up before relaxing in his hold when he kisses your temple.

"what if... I called over wilma to keep an eye on you, mm? orrrr maybe joe? ash? mark?" he smirks, pressing a few kisses to your cheek.

"ummm.. mark!" you giggle softly, smiling wide and happy at the thought of getting to see Mark again. you have a few drawings for him, as well!

"mark? okay, well can you give Daddy a few minutes while I call him, yeah?"

you nod softly, scooting out of his lap and settling in front of the TV as you start to play with your stuffies. wilbur sits up, walking over to the foyer as he calls mark, listening as it rings.

mark picks up, "hey, mate! what's up?" his voice is bright and chirpy, always happy.

"hey, I've got a favor to ask," wilbur starts, and you perk up. you sit up, leaning over the back edge of the couch, looking over at him and smiling.

Wilbur smiles over at you, chuckling before he continues, "I need to head into town for a bit and I was wondering if you'd come over and look after y/n for a bit? they're little right now and I just don't want to leave them alone but I can't take them either," Wilbur sighs, pacing a slight bit as he awaits and answer from mark.

you don't bother to listen to the rest, slinking to the corner of the couch and curling up happily. he walks over a moment later, sitting beside you and rubbing your side and arm.

"hey lovebug," wilbur coos, you lift your head and smile sleepily at him. he pulls you up into his lap, holding you close.

"hi, dada," you whisper, head rested on his shoulder as he rubs your back softly, free hand playing with your hair.

"mark will be here soon, yeah?" he smiles sweetly, rubbing your upper arms as he pulls back to look at you.

he holds you close to him, humming a soft tune as you let the time pass quietly. mark soon rings the doorbell and wilbur greets him before giving him a way too detailed run down, as if he'd never been your sitter before. then, wilbur finally leaves.

he hurries out to the car, heading into town. he had the list pulled up on his phone, ready to have things marked off. he started with the book shop, sifting through the various christmas children books and collecting a few in his arms, checking out and walking next door to the children's shops.

he spends the rest of the next two hours, shopping and gathering things of all kinds. your favorite candies, a blanket, a stuffie or two, books, crayons, etc etc. anything that could make you feel better. and so, after he puts everything in the trunk, he gathers it all up into the basket, making it look all pretty before he tucks it into the passengers seat, making his way home.

while wilbur is driving home, you and Mark are set up on the kitchen floor. he made a little sensory box for you, one that he brought from home. youre playing with the toys, making the dinos fly as mark watches you and cheers you on, making you giggle with every question he has.

"what's this dinos name, little one?" mark coos, holding a blue dino up to you.

you giggle softly, taking the dino and placing it on the top of his head, making it jump around before taking it back and putting it in the box, “bluey,” you hum.

“oh, bluey? that’s a nice name, hm?” you nod at mark’s question, quietly playing in the box that holds sand and rice and an assortment of dino toys.

“when’s daddy gettin home?” you mumble quietly, eyes cast down on the dinos you’re playing with.

mark hums, thinking for a moment before he answers, “soon, hun, promise.”

soon didnt come soon enough for you, waiting not so patiently for wilbur to come home. once you hear the door click open, you jump up and hurry to the door, slinging yourself into his chest. you hug him close, babbling incoherently to him as he hugs you back.

"hey, baby, you okay? you miss me?" he croons, pulling you closer against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. you nod, giggling happily.

"missed you, dada!" you squeal as he moves to pick you up, holding you on his hip as mark cleans up in the kitchen.

"I missed you too baby! how about you settle down here, mkay?" he sets you down on the couch, tucking a blanket over you as he moves into the kitchen.

"were they okay?" wilbur kneels down to help clean up the dino toys and what other things get taken out of the box.

mark smiles and nods, "of course! they missed you though, alot."

wilbur hums, smiling to himself at the thought as he and mark bid goodbyes, mark soon leaving through the front door. you peak up over the back of the couch, arms folded and chin resting atop of them.

he chuckles, walking over to you and kissing your forehead, brushing hair out of your face gently, "hi love, I'm gonna go get something, okay? be a good little love while I'm gone. I'll be right back," he places a lingering kiss to your forehead before he turns to leave out the door. you stay there, watching the door like a puppy. he steps back in a few minutes later, a basket covered with his jacket now clad in his arms.

"close your eyes, bunbun," he smiles widely, and you do as told, giggling softly as you shut your eyes. you feel him sitting down next to you and something wicker being placed in your lap.

"open, love," he smiles as you, watching as you excitedly giggle and look up at him.

“all for me?” you whisper in disbelief, eyes wide with joy as you hold the sides of the basket, waiting for the go ahead.

“mhm, just for you, baby. go on, open it. it’s for our evening,” he smiles a bit softer, hand reaching behind your head to rub your hair as he watches you excitedly unwrap it all. your eyes widening with each thing, giggling and squealing happily with each little gift. once it’s all open, you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, settling in for a hug.

“thank you, daddy!” you giggle softly, nuzzling your face into his neck as wilbur hugs you close.

“did you like it?” he hums, kissing your temple and cheek as he guides you back so he can look down at your face.

you nod eagerly, “all of it! every bit!” you reach over for the little bunny stuffie he grabbed for you and you show it to him, “it looks like you dada!”

he chuckles, rubbing your cheek and nodding, “oh it does, doesn’t it?” he takes it into his hand, waving it a bit at you as you giggle.

“yeah! ‘s you, dada!”

“well that’s a high compliment, mm?” you nod softly at his words as he hands the bunny back to you, pulling you into his lap as he rubs his thumbs over your soft cheeks, “how does a christmas movie with popcorn and candy and cuddles sound, mm?” his lips curl up in a coy smile, eyes bright with love for you.

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder as your hands rest on his sides, “mmhm, please?”

he nods, mumbling a quick okay as he kisses your cheek and sets you aside on the couch, “i’m gonna go get stuff from the kitchen, ok? you stay here and rest,” you nod, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you curl up on your side.

he hurries into the kitchen, starting some popcorn as he fills your favorite sippy with some juice, setting that aside as he pours the popcorn in a bowl. he sits beside you, popcorn on the coffee table as he hands you your sippy cup. you hold it, leaning against his side as he sets up a movie, cuddling close with you as you both quietly watch the movie together.

the rest of the evening is spent cuddled up with a christmas movie and candy, no need to talk or chat, and that’s the best part.

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Dsmp x reader reactions to reader being interrupted when talking about something they’re passionate about?:))

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DSMP react to you being interrupted when talking

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude, C!Slimecicle, Aimsey

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Ok, so

Dream, Sapnap, Skeppy and Punz seem like the ones who would either glare at who interrupted you or like call them out for not letting you talk; their anger comes through more then the others

George, Bad, Karl and Charlie don't want to make such a big scene, so they'll just sit close to you and let you continue

Quackity, Wilbur, Phil, Techno and Eret will confidently tell whoever interupted you to shut up and let you continue, because it was disrespectful. Will put who interupted you in their place in they have to

Niki, Aimsey, Foolish and Sam aren't confrontational people, but they'll speak up for you when they have to. So they'll kindly tell everyone that you weren't done

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midnight caller

in which barre chords are hard, and being apart from your love is even harder

wilbur soot x reader (gn)

yeah @lyssys this was inspired by your lil post. was supposed to be a blurb. might be longer. 

for tws: theres references to being over life and to wilburs hypochondria but not much other than that i suppose

The emptiness of your apartment was filled only with the soft and gentle sounds of shakily practiced plucking and hands striking chords. The darkness of the midnight sky contrasted the lamp on your bedside, as well as the streetlight from the window casting an orange haze over the room. 

Your hands were shaky. It was important to figure this out. You wanted to figure this out. 

Wilbur was so excited when you asked him. 

“You want me to teach you guitar?” And when you’d subsequently nodded, he’d given you his grin and his praise in response of “Darling, I’d love to. We could play together!”

And he was so, so excited. You couldn’t risk hurting his happiness.

Of course, that was when you two were next to each other. Wilbur was intrigued by America, said he’d always had been, so of course he’d jump at the opportunity to visit his American partner at any turn (aside from his love being housed there, both literally and figuratively). But he would always have responsibilities. And it was a bit hard to keep a secret partner if you would have to stream from their home on another continent. 

This always seemed so easy when Wilbur did it. When his hands wrapped around your own to show you finger placements, or explaining how you can use semitones to make new chords with less strain on your fingers. Maybe things were just easier when he was here. 

But in a sunset glow, hands shook as they moved and tried to remember the words of your boyfriend a few weeks (or maybe months now) before. 

“So, for a standard C, you’ll start with the ring finger on B at the first fret, then your second finger skips G and goes to second fret D, and you finish it with third finger on third fret A. And then you just strum and,” he paused for dramatic effect there, “you have a C chord.” You couldn’t help but look up at his slightly goofy but loving smile. He always was one for the dramatics. He looked up at you and his grin only increased, leaning forward to gently place a kiss on your forehead. 

“Here, you try, darling.” His hand gently took hold of your own, taking each finger and delicately placing it exactly where he’d said. After a few moments of adjusting, you strummed out a C chord, and you could watch the fireworks in Wilbur’s eyes over and over in your head in that moment. 

But now your own eyes were not sparkling but rather dull as exhaustion creeped into the brain. You were still practicing chords, missing your boyfriend and pretending it would make the distance shrink to sit in his clothes and play guitar. But the more and more you messed up the chords, the more lonely you felt. The swell of emotion in your chest finally reached it’s apex when you tried your hand at an F chord, and the only sound that came out was a muted buzzing. You let your head fall against the guitar, letting out a long and low groan. If he was here, it’d be easy. If he was here, it’d make sense. The ache in your chest only continued to grow as you placed your forehead against the guitar, a cold contrast to the warm lips you craved to be placed there instead.  In a moment of frustration, you harshly set the guitar down on the bed next to you, letting your face fall into your hands instead. 

A few silent moments later, your phone set a soft glow across the room, with a message notification and a heart. 

“Good morning, darling. Hope you’re sleeping well. I miss you so much this morning <3” 

Attached with the message was a photo of Wilbur, still with messy bed head, holding a small plushie you’d bought him as a gift last time you visited. That alone was enough to turn the lights up in the room and hit the video call button. 

A few seconds past before he picked up. He was still in bed, face confused as he lifted it up towards his face. 

“Darling? Why are you still up? Isn’t it like… four am for you?”

You sniffled a bit. “Yeah. I couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded softly, leaning back in his bed. “Alright, what can I do for you, love?”

“I dunno. I just- I really, really miss you. I was trying to play guitar, and I just kept fucking up the chords, and I-“ You sighed a shaky breath out, tears welling in your eyes. “Everything is easier when you’re here. I can’t stand not being around you anymore.” 

He frowned softly and nodded as he listened. He pulled the plushie you’d given him closer. “I miss you too, darling. Every day that I wake up without your face next to me I feel the cracks in my heart grow deeper. But, I can at least help with the guitar part. Is it with you?” 

You nodded, straightening up and grabbing the guitar. 

He hummed softly, “Okay, show me what the problem is.” 

You nodded again, leaning the phone against a pillow. You started doing the F chord again, and once again, the same odd buzzing sound came out. 

He made a soft “oh” sound before speaking again, “That used to happen with me before I started my lessons. You have to move your thumb placement, so,” He stood up, grabbing his guitar and setting the phone up like yours was. 

“Right now, you have it nestled along the neck of the guitar. It’s not necessarily wrong, especially for your more basic like C or E chords, but it’s a bit harder when you’re doing a barred chord.”

You nodded, listening to his words closely and feeling warmer just at hearing his voice. 

“So, it’s going to feel weird at first, but place your thumb in the center of the neck, sort of in the middle of where your fingers are placed.” 

You did as he said, and he nodded again. 

“Perfect, you’re doing great, love. Now, strum again.”

You did, and instead of the weird buzzing, you were finally met with the soft, albeit a bit weak, sound of an F chord. You let out a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding, letting your head fall.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly. 

“Of course, love… do you… want to talk?”

You shook your head softly, “Not really. Just feel really far from you recently. Every time I play it helps because it reminds me of when you were here, but today, I just couldn’t get anything right.” You yawned a bit, setting the guitar down again and grabbing the phone, holding it closer. 

“I know we wanted to wait some time to see each other again so we could still live our own lives, but I really don’t know how to do that anymore. I hate being so far from you, I hate everyone here, work sucks, fuck, I’m even missing Tommy, now.”

“Wow. You have to be really upset if it’s got you missing Tommy.”

“Exactly.” We both laughed a bit before you continued more, “But seriously. I just don’t know if I can handle it anymore.”

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You can handle anything. If it helps, I haven’t been much better. I get scared every time you go to sleep, or when you tell me that you will be gone for a bit. I’m scared something is going to happen to you one day, and that I won’t be there to help you. I don’t think I’d ever be okay if I lost you.”

You laid down, sighing softly. There was a silent moment before Wilbur spoke again,

“You know, there’s a far more simply solution to this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Here’s the plan. You go to bed, and by the time you wake up, I’ll have everything figured out. I’m talking every detail, jobs, plane tickets, everything. Every tiny detail.”

“Wait- Wil. Are you talking about me moving there?”

He blushed a bit before nodding softly, “Yeah. If you’ll accept, and are okay with moving all the way out here, I’d love to have you live with me.”

You were silent for a moment, before nodding softly. “Yeah. Okay.”

A grin split out on his face, and he stood, jumping out of bed and letting out a huge yell. 

“My darling loves me! Brighton, are you hearing this? I am in love! My tiny person will be moving in with me!” He was essentially yelling out the window now as you laughed loudly. 

“You’re going to get a noise complaint.”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the first. And with you here, it won’t be the last.”

“I- you- stop it!” 

He just laughed, grinning at you, “Sorry my lovely little piece of sea glass, I’m just incredibly excited. I’m going to start figuring stuff out literally right now.” 

You grinned quietly, “Okay. Mind staying on the phone so I can at least fall asleep with you there?”

He smiled fondly. “Of course. And soon enough, you’ll never have to worry about falling asleep with out me ever again. I won’t even let you. I’ll find you wherever you are and wrap you in a blanket, and we will cuddle. No choice there.”

You laughed softly, “I don’t need a choice, because I already agree.” You yawned again.

He smiled fondly, sitting down at his computer and setting the phone up to view his face. “Sleep well, darling. I love you so much. I’ll send you all the information I get as I plan it, okay?”

“Are you gonna make a spreadsheet?”

“Of course I am.”

“I expected nothing less,” You yawned softly, eyes starting to slip, ”I love you too, my favorite wet bandaid. I’ll dream of you.”

“It won’t be a dream soon.”

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[simpleeshea]

On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader

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Chapter 8

It’s okay, I’m a cheap date.

Tw: alcohol

"So then hold me."

He said this and my mind drew a blank. Wilbur’s watery eyes watched as a breath caught itself in my throat latching onto the inner-workings of my skin like tiny knives, desperate to not be released. I watched as his arms awkwardly motioned open. He was letting me in, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable toward me. And not just in an emotionally vulnerable way. No. Wilbur was standing just a few feet away with his arms shakily outstretched offering to let me.

I hesitated. I hesitated and I hated myself for it. Wilbur’s arms fell flat to his side but just as they did I took quick steps and wrapped my arms around him. It wasn’t my first time hugging him today, but this time it was different. This time Wilbur had offered himself up to me instead of it being a spontaneous act on my part as a way to cheer him up. This was Wilbur actively saying with his actions that he wanted to let me help him, to let me be there for him. His body was taut under my arms before he released a breath and relaxed into the hug, bringing his arms around my body as well to hug me back. He was cold, so cold. It was no wonder to me now as to why he always wears his giant coat. My head pressed hard against his chest, holding him close as a way to say that I would never let him go... never let him fall down the path he had once before. Wilbur was not a lost cause. Even if he stopped believing in himself long ago, I will never stop trying to hold him up, never stop my belief that he can be better, that he is better than who he was before.

"Wilbur?" I asked with a voice muffled into his chest.

"Hmm?" he mused softly, seeming for once completely at ease even though I could hear the small cracking of his voice through his soft and barely perceivable tears.

"What do you say we get out of here?"

He took a small step back but his hands trailed down from my back to hold my elbows. I assumed he did this just so he could still feel the warmth and comfort of my hold as my hands still rested softly on the dips of his waist.

It was at this moment I looked up into his sad brown eyes. They were watering over with salty tears, a few already stained to his cheek. Without thinking I reached up with my hand and wiped his cheek, letting my hand rest on his cold skin for a bit longer before bringing it back to his waist.

"Yeah, I would like that."

I hadn't really put much thought into where we would go. It was just a spontaneous ask. An ask because I knew the headachingly lit lights and whirling sounds of the gas station were far from what Wilbur needed right now. I was far from what Wilbur needed right now. But I would have to suffice. I was hesitant to ask my next question, not because I was embarrassed by my lifestyle but more because I didn't want to make Wilbur uncomfortable, but I still went forward with the question. "We could go back to my place?" Wilbur blinked once at my offer, a small tear trickling down his face as he did. "I know you said getting drunk twice in one work week was a bad idea... but I think you're worth the exception. At least just this once," I tried to laugh halfheartedly.

Slowly a small smile began to form on his lips as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "That sounds wonderful," his voice was a bit stronger now, still though, I could hear the pain in the back of his throat as if he ached to scream to the world about his apathy.

My face lit up. I wasn't terribly excited about showing off my small apartment but I knew that Wilbur of all people would never judge me for my state of living.

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After I finally made it to the apartment complex with Wilbur tailing behind me, I got out of my beat-up truck and slammed the door hard to make sure it shut all the way before locking it. Wilbur had parked right beside me. His car wasn't anything special either, but it at least looked to be in better condition than mine. I turned and looked at Wilbur as I led him up the stairs, "Sooo..." I hesitated.

"Sooo?" he asked.

"You're gonna have to stand outside for just a second before I let you in so I can make sure it's clean." And before you ask, yes, yes I did clean before leaving. But I was in a hurry to leave when Wilbur asked me to come in and help, which means I left my clothes from before work scattered on the floor.

"Oh okay, that's alright," it was clear to see he felt awkward, which I planned to fix as soon as I could.

I stepped inside right after unlocking my apartment door and quickly scooped the clothes off of the floor and threw them into my hamper. After that, I tossed on a new shirt and pants that weren't stained with an assortment of slushie flavors and then quickly brushed out my hair. "Work air," I rolled my eyes and scoffed before quickly rushing to open the door for Wilbur. His eyes locked onto me as I huffed slightly being out of breath from just running around. "Say hello to my mojo dojo casa house," I joked slightly, not even sure if he would get the reference.

He laughed slightly under his breath, I still wasn't certain if he got the joke and cursed myself for saying something that stupid.

"The Barbie movie was really good," he said adding to the conversation. A breath of relief fell from my mouth as he said that, I suddenly felt a lot better about my joke. Wilbur was good at that: unknowingly taking my anxieties and tossing them in the trash.

"Yeah!" I perked up with a smile as I went into my small kitchen and reached up into a small cabinet reaching for a bottle of cheap wine. "You can sit wherever," I quickly motioned to around the room before continuing on to say, "I actually sobbed watching Barbie, though."

Wilbur nodded and watched as I poured wine into a glass for him and I. "I can see why, it's a lighthearted movie that still brings forth a serious message."

A small warm smile crept up onto my face, pleasantly delighted that he understood. Green flag. I handed him his glass to which he smiled and thanked me before taking a small swig of the red liquid. His brows contorted as he smacked his lips together. "It's shit isn't it?" I laughed and he nodded.

"Yeah, that's bad," he said as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth, "really bad."

I laughed more at his reaction, seeing as he was so repulsed by the red liquid. I lifted my glass to my lips taking a big swallow of it and squinting hard as it burned its way down my throat and chest. I shook my head and gagged. "You're wrong," I wanted to cry, "It's terrible." I sat the glass down and listened to Wilbur snicker in the background and take another drink of the horrible liquid. I turned and gave Wilbur a hard side-eye, to which he only laughed more, nearly spitting out his drink at the look I sent his way.

"How much is the alcohol content in this?" he asked, staring down at the fermented drink as he swirled it around.

"About thirty percent, I think, maybe twenty-five. I'm not too for certain but it's pretty old... and not like the aged kind of old."

Wilbur shook his head as he took another drink, to no one's surprise, it was still bad. "How long have you had that?" his voice sounded disgusted as he asked.

"Since I moved out," I answered quite plainly before taking a small and agonized sip.

"And how long ago was that?"

"You don't even wanna know," my lips formed into a smirk until my eyes focused on the fact that Wilbur was still in his gas station uniform, which was known for having an itchy collar. "Do you want something to change into?" I asked.

"Uhm," Wilbur looked down at his clothes as if he hadn't even noticed, "Yeah sure, if you have something. If not then don't worry about it."

I shrugged, not sure myself if I did have anything that could fit that beanstalk of a man. "Let me look right quick." I sat my drink down on the table and stood up to go look inside my closet. Wilbur's eyes followed as he took another pained sip and I dug around through my small collection of clothes. Suddenly my eyes locked on something that looked big enough. My face lit up in excitement before quickly shoving all of my other clothes out of the way to reveal the hoodie. But slowly as I realized just whose the hoodie was my eyes dimmed. I pulled it off the hanger anyway and tossed it to Wil.

"Oh, so you do have something," Wilbur said slightly surprised.

"That tends to happen when people leave shit at your house," I shrugged trying to ignore the pressure that was forming in my chest. Quickly, I picked my glass back up and drank up the remaining liquid to cancel out the pressure in my chest with a new kind of burn. Wilbur glanced at the hoodie for a moment before taking off his shirt. I watched dumbfounded for a second before covering my eyes with my hand. Wilbur didn't seem to notice or care for my reaction. My mind went numb, and it wasn't because 'Oh mY gOsH, I jUsT sAw HiM sHIrTlEsS', No. It was, oh my gosh, I just saw him shirtless and he has a giant scar in his lower stomach. I felt my stomach sink in a deep sickness. I could feel the whirling of burning liquid deep in my gut just waiting for the perfect moment to come back out of my throat. Wilbur tossed the hoodie over his head and slipped his long arms inside. I bit my lip to try to keep it from quivering as I saw the hoodie. It had been in that closet for god knows how long just collecting dust. I almost burned it after everything that had happened… but I refused to be one of those crazy psycho ex partners even if I am just a bit crazy . Wilbur looked over at as if he seemed to wanted to say something but he was holding himself back. Finally he said, “You have any cigarettes by chance?” I knew that wasn’t what he was originally going to say. Wilbur never hesitated to ask me for a smoke, especially considering how often I bum off of him.

I looked around the room before remembering that I smoked my last one. “No…” my voice trailed off before I remembered something and quickly stood up. I was surprised by how dizzy I felt for a moment but ignored it as I ran over to my paint-chipped nightstand and rummaged through the drawer before pulling out a small device.

I took a quick hit from the cool grape flavored nic-stick as I liked to call it before tossing it over to him. “I have this though.”

Wilbur’s eyes seemed to slowly light up, I could tell the alcohol was starting to hit him too. “Rightttt, from when you tried to switch over.” He laughed, “That didn’t last long.”

“Yeah I hated having to charge it,” I said shaking my head before going to sit back down at my small table and pouring another glass of shit wine.

“Really? In surprised it’s alive then,” he said before tossing it back over to me as I took a long hit from the device only for it to not work.

“You jinxed it…” my voice pouted as I slapped the vape down on the table.

Wilbur laughed wholeheartedly, it was a pleasant change to the tears from earlier today. A groan fell from my mouth as I got up to find a charger and plug it in. My mind was hazy and it felt like an animation with missing frames. “Hey y/n,” Wilbur asked catching my attention. I turned my heavy head toward him as I felt the charger click into place inside the device.

“Yeah, Wilbur?”

“Do you think I could ever actually apologize to Tommy?”

I sat for a second on the bed and looked at him as he sat at the table. He was tipsy, I could see it very clearly despite the rest of my vision being far from clear. I sighed softly before saying, “Wilbur… do you think you think you can?”

He seemed taken aback by the question, as if he hadn’t expected the tables to turn on him. “Well I-“ he paused, searching the room as if it could give him the answer. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“What?” his words fell softly and brokenly.

“I know that you can, Wilbur,” I beamed at my own cheesiness and Wilbur could tell I was trying to make him smile. “Of course you can, maybe not nowwww… but you will, eventually.” I shrugged taking the vape off of the charger for a moment to get a good hit in before tossing it across the room hoping Wilbur could catch it in his dizzying state. And he didn’t. But thankfully it fell on the carpeted part of the floor to which he picked it up.

Wilbur in his hazy state bent over to pick up the small purple device and bring it to his lips. "Thanks, Y/n," he said in a whisper as smoke came rolling out from his lips.

I nodded before standing up and walking over to sit across from Wilbur at the table. I threw my head back with glass in hand, taking a big drink feeling as it burned its way down. I shook my head disapprovingly of the taste. "We should play a game," I say simply, feeling bored.

"Like what?" Wilbur said with thick a thick voice.

"I dunnoooo," I drawled, "Just a game."

Wilbur took another long hit from the vape before sliding it across the table back over to me. I felt my head grow heavy so I slumped it onto the table just barely peeking up at the fluffy-haired man through my arms. A random thought popped into my head, it was only just for a moment, but just a moment was enough for my far from sober state to blurt it aloud. "You're eyes are so pretty."

Completely forgetting about my game question Wilbur looked down at me with a strange look on his face only for it to slowly turn into a smirk. "Really?" his voice was heavy, we were both clearly drunk at this point. "What else?"

"Pardon?" I asked genuinely lost.

Wilbur smirked, standing up slowly from his chair and coming behind me. I felt a chill tingle in my spine as he stood there for a moment before he slowly bent forward his chest pressingly slightly against my back leaving my breath to be caught in my throat. My eyes went wide as I felt him against me until I saw his hand snake over and grab the vape sitting right in front of me on the table. He just wanted the nic-stick, was the conclusion I came to, but as he leaned back with vape in hand he asked again, "What else do you think about me?"

I turned in my chair giving him a confused look as he only seemed to smirk wider before putting the device to his lips and blowing out smoke from his nose. I turned back and took another drink of wine, knowing that it was a need in this moment. My glass hit the table with a small thud as I sat it down. My mind was far too hazy to think about anything at all and it only got worse as Wilbur's hand moved to rest on my shoulder from behind me. His arm reached around with vape in hand, he held the device to my mouth and despite the uneasiness I felt, I still sucked in the metallic vapor and felt as it slowly rushed to my brain. It felt as though he was trying to get me nic high and drunk so he could hear exactly everything I thought about him. "Am I being interrogated?" I said hazily.

Wilbur chuckled deeply, "No. Just curious."

"mmmm," I mused, taking the vape from him and hopping up to throw it back on the charger in my bed. His eyes watched each step I took. "So you want to know what else I think?"

He nodded, taking what remained in my wine glass and gulping it down quickly.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Wilbur shrugged, "Anything at all," he went on further to say, "I want to know how your pretty little head sees me."

I could feel the heat rise to my face even though I wasn't even too sure it was a compliment in my state. My eyes slowly trailed to stare at the wall while my brain wandered in deep thought. "I think you're really tall," I said confidently. "Fuckin' beanstalk," I mumbled.

Wilbur's brows rose and his eyes went wide before falling back to a resting position and his lips forming into a smirk. Slowly he approached the bed and sat down beside me, reaching over his hand just barely grazing my upper thigh as he leaned over in close again to reach for the device on the charger. "What was that last part," he whispered lowly as he reached in and as he pulled away he finished by saying, "I didn't quite catch it."

I stared at him, my head was throbbing and the room felt like it was spinning. In this state I didn't give too shits... maybe that was why I enjoyed being drunk so much, I could speak my mind and I didn't worry so much about what others thought. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I said...FUCKIN' BEANSTALK" the last few words were yelled into his ear. I leaned backward in a fit of laughter, laying back on my pillow as I giggled and Wilbur grumbled about me yelling in his ear.

He shot me a dirty look before giving me a quick slap to the arm.

"Owwww," I pouted.

"You're fine," he huffed out angrily. I gave him a side-eyed look before crossing my arms and turning away from him. He stared at me as I looked away from him, staring indignantly at the boring wall. "You're so beautiful." I blinked once before his hand snaked over to cup my cheek and turn it to face him. "You deserve to know that," he said softly. "Sometimes I don't think you realize the effect you have on others."

"What-" I stared at him in confusion, bringing my hand to his on my cheek and moving it down to hold it in my lap, "What do you mean?"

He offered me a warm smile, "You try to act like you have all of your shit together all of the time... You smile and laugh, trying to make sure everyone else is happy before worrying about yourself. You're so genuine... I think that's what I really like about you, Y/n."

I was completely and utterly lost. HUH?! ME? Genuine??? I laughed, "Wilbur you do realize you know like nothing about me? I can't bring myself to share with you who I actually am... You're-" I paused shaking my head in crazed laughter, "You're so much stronger than I am. You've gone through so much. So much! Way worse than I have and you can still share it with me- with the world."

Wilbur's face morphed into a frown, "But you still have the strength to smile... to make me smile," he said drunkenly. "I wasn't," he gave a small exhale, fumbling with his hands in his lap. He blinked hard before saying, "I wasn't happy before you came into my life. When I'm at work, I feel as though I'm the happiest I've been in a long time... and it's all because of you."

I was gobsmacked... and a little upset knowing I probably wouldn't remember much of this conversation in the morning. My body was swaying and my head spinning, "Wilbur I-"

"You don't have to say anything," he said with a warm smile cutting me off as he spoke, "You just needed to know."

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To this day I can't recall much else from that night. Even most of that was just how I assume my brain filled in the gaps, what I had come to believe as truth to what had happened that night. The only thing I know for a fact is that I woke up with Wilbur beside me in bed, cuddled up next to my frame.

A/N

Rip to my icy grape nic stick, she will be missed.

Anywhore, I'm alive. After a bit of health issues, I'm back and working again.

#Spotify #wilbur x y/n #dsmp wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #gas station #c!wilbur x reader #x reader #mcyt x you

[justanormalfangirlx2]

Wilbur Soot x GN! Reader

summary: wilbur sees y/n in the crowd of one of his shows and falls in love. however, when she gets to meet wilbur, it’s with Jared, their best friend.

author notes: i’ve never been to a lovejoy concert so please bear with me lol and also this is all in wilbur’s pov

TW: Swears and Kissing

story:

“YEAH! SHE’S SCARED OF SLEEPING WITH THE LIGHTS ON, KNOW SHE’S NOT THERE I KNOW SHE’S GOING TO HIS FLAHATT!” I sing out, looking out into the crowd, grinning.

“A CAPRICORN, OH FUCK THAT! THEY SAY-“

As I’m looking out into the audience, I see them. Gorgeous h/c h/l hair. e/c so stunning they put everything in that color to shame. They look like they’re having a blast, at least. Singing and dancing to our songs. Feeling bold, I lock eyes with her and throw them a wink, grinning. It felt like love at first sight.

“YEAH, SEX SELLS YOU KNOW THAT!”

They were blushing and waved at me. I gave them a tiny wave back and let out a “WHOO!”They giggled.

I kept looking their way throughout the whole show, and giving them funny signals. Eventually, the end of the show came upon us and I pointed them out to security asking if they could get them backstage.

backstage, I saw them and smiled. “Hey! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Wilbur, but you can call me Will.”

They gave me a smile and nodded. “Nice to meet you, Will! I’m y/n! I loved the concert, and thanks for inviting me backstage.”

I blushed and blinked. “Oh that? Yeah! I’m glad you liked it! However, I don’t think your friend over there is very happy at me.” I pointed over to where her friend was and grinned. He was scowling and looking like he wanted to punch the lights outta me. Interesting… I think he has a crush on y/n too. I waved, all friendly like.

She perked up and waved at him too. “That’s my friend Jared. He’s kinda pissed cause I said that this wasn’t a date when he thought that it was. I kinda had my eye on a guy.”

I scowled now and crossed my arms. “Oh really, y/n? Would you please enlighten me on them?”

They blushed and looked at the ground. I uncrossed my arms and used my hand to pulled her chin up with my hand. “It’s you, if you want to know.”

He blushed and giggled. “Really? I’ve seen you at almost all my concerts since the beginning and was trying to work up some courage to talk to you. It’s like fate.”

They nodded, blushing and asked. “Can I hug you? Or do you not like me like that?”

I reached down and whispered in her ear. “Darling, you can do anything to me.”

They squealed and gave me a hug. I hugged back, a huge red, flustered mess and put my hand on their cheek, looking into their eyes for permission and bent down to kiss them.

Now, I’ve kissed people before, but let me tell you, this was the one, it reached all the way to the tips of my toes and all the way to the messy hair on my head. I think they sighed into the kiss and I pulled them tighter, not getting enough of them.

We broke apart and I winked. “You’re pretty good at this thing, think you can come on tour with me to explore some more?”

They jumped up and down, grinning. “I’d love to! Ohmygosh Will! I love you!”

They paused.

I giggled and hugged them. “I love you too, y/n.”

The Enddd

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[itsmealaiah]

Ok, hear me out:

Can you write a georg fic with an gn!reader? Like reader wants to leave their s/o but can’t, so they’re trapped in a one-sided relationship. So then they go to georg for help and he talks them through it, helping them figure out what to do. So then they finally are brave enough and come back to georg a few days later for comfort since their partner lashed out at them for being a “bitch” and “useless”. The first half loosely based off of ‘maybe I was boring’ by Wilbur soot.

(Only if ur comfy with writing it, I know it’s a long plot but I wanted to make sure I explained properly💕)

you did amazing explaining it dw ❤️❤️

You're not useless

tags/ warnings: crying, reader's boyfriend being a bitch, arguing, comfort fluff.

pairing: georg x afab

do not repost, copy, translate, or post anywhere else. Use is intended only for this blog and this blog alone.

Your POV:

I'd been coming to Georg's place a lot lately. Not because I enjoyed the company of his other friends, or because I felt at home here. But because this was the only place I knew where I could feel… peaceful.

It wasn't like I didn't love my boyfriend. It was just that… sometimes, I felt like he didn't love me back. Like I was a burden to him. And every time I tried to talk to him about it, he'd brush it off or get angry. I didn't know what to do.

So here I was, once again, sitting on the floor next to Georg's bed, watching him work on some new track. His headphones were on, his hair tied up in a messy bun, and his eyes were lost in concentration. It was oddly comforting, seeing him so focused on something. It made me forget about my problems, even if just for a little while.

"Hey, Georg?" I said softly, nudging him with my elbow. "Can I talk to you about something?" He jumped a little, startled out of his trance, and removed his headphones. His brows knit together in confusion. "Yeah, of course. What's up?"

I took a deep breath and braced myself for what was to come. "Well, you know I've been feeling a bit… distant from him lately. Like I'm just… not enough for him." I paused, watching as a frown crept onto his face. "And I just can't shake this feeling that he's not happy with me. Like he's trapped, or something."

Georg listened intently, nodding along as I spoke. When I finished, he reached out and took my hand in his. His grip was warm and reassuring. "I'm sorry you feel that way, y/n. It's not fair for him to make you feel that way. You deserve so much better." He paused, searching for the right words. "But you know I'm not the best person to talk to about this. You know?" He gave me a small, sad smile.

I bit my lip, trying to fight back the tears. "I know, I know. It's just…

I've been thinking about leaving him. About finding someone who actually wants to be with me." I looked down at our intertwined hands, feeling guilty for even considering it. "But I can't bring myself to do it. I feel like I'm trapped in this one-sided relationship, and I don't know how to make it better."

Georg's expression softened, and he pulled me closer, resting his chin on top of my head. "That's a tough spot to be in. But you don't have to figure it out alone." He paused, sighing softly. "Look, I'm not the best person to give advice, but… maybe you should try talking to him. Tell him how you feel, and if that doesn't work, then… maybe it's time to consider your options."

I nodded, feeling a little bit of relief wash over me. "Thanks, Georg. You're the only one who's ever really understood." I leaned back, meeting his eyes. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're not alone, y/n. I'll always be here for you, okay?"

Time passed, and I found the courage to confront my boyfriend. It didn't go well. He got defensive, and we ended up arguing even more. I left his place feeling even more alone and confused. When I got back to Georg's, I broke down in tears, feeling more lost than ever. He held me close, letting me cry myself out as we sat on his bed.

Eventually, I calmed down enough to tell him what happened. He listened patiently, not interrupting once, and when I finished, he took my hand in his again. "I'm sorry that didn't go well," he said softly. "But it's not your fault. He's the one who's been acting like a jerk. You deserve so much more."

I nodded, wiping away the last of my tears. "I know, but… I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm just this person who's not good enough for him, and I don't know how to change that." I sighed, feeling defeated. "I don't want to lose him, but I can't keep going like this."

Georg thought for a moment before responding. "You know, you don't have to decide everything right now. You can take some time to think, to figure out what you really want. And in the meantime, you can focus on you. Spend time with me, do things that make you happy. Maybe, if you're lucky, he'll see that you're not the problem, and he'll come around."

I looked up at him, hopeful. "Do you really think so?"

He smiled gently, his eyes never leaving mine. "I do. You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are, y/n. Someone who loves you for you." His voice was soft, almost reverent. "And if he can't be that person, then maybe it's time to find someone who can."

I felt a small spark of determination ignite within me. Maybe there was hope yet. Maybe I didn't have to be trapped in this one-sided relationship forever. I leaned forward and kissed Georg, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you," I whispered against his lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

We spent the rest of the night talking, laughing, and watching movies. It was the kind of night that made me feel like everything was going to be okay. And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

#georg listing fluff #georg listing smut #georg listing imagines #georg listing #itsmealaiah

[wilmaslittleflower]

navigation!

hello! this is a side blog so obviously likes will be my main account, but reblogs and everything else will be this account :)

request;

fics: open

moodboards: open

headcanons: open

blurbs: open

character: wilma soot, wilbur soot and his bursonas, stranger things, criminal minds, and I’m open to doing anyone else!

dni; dd/lg, ageplay, nsfw, rude people, homophobes, sexism, transphobes, ect.

(more under cut !)

rules/ guidelines;

- I mainly do cg!character x little!reader but I will switch it up if it’s a request!

- I will do character x character if it’s requested, but will barely do it in my own unless I really wanna do it.

- i write gn!reader mostly but I will be happy to do make/female reader if requested!

- I will not write nsfw at all, ddlg, mature topics (sh, eds, su!c!de, diapers, pregnancy, ect.

- I won’t write any swearing in my writings unless it’s said in the scenario or in the request. And if there is, I will make sure it goes in the warnings at the beginning!

- this account is a safe space and only sfw. so if you are a nsfw, ddlg, homophobic/transphobic/racist/sexiest account…. Please just don’t interact at all.

(more will be added as I go)

other fun things!

masterlist// mutuals// anons// about me// moodboards

main account; @lillylvjy (write for Wilma and Wilbur but not always kid friendly!)

taglist; @koithelittle @littlesakura-anon @littlesoot @tinysharkzz @wilburstamagotchi @burgundy-baby @eyluvu (wanna be added? Send an ask or dm!)

tags I use will be;

#flower talks #flower reblogs :) #flowers asks #flower fics #flower boards #and more will be added to this!

[strawberrygutssss]

Introduction

Hello!Im gutz!!Im a dsmp ad tuv fanfic writer however i might do some other fandoms in the future!I try to mainly do platonic and x child reader becse there really is just not enough of them</3 but i'm always willing to do some romance(as long as y/n is legal for said person!!and if it wasn't obvious i do take requests!!!

People ill write about:

☆=Platonic ♡=Romantic

-Quackity(c! And cc!)♡☆

-Wilbur soot(c! And cc!)♡☆

-Ranboo(c! And cc!) ☆

-Philza(c! And cc!)☆

-Karl jacobs(c! And cc!)♡☆

-Purpled(c! And cc!)☆

-Badboyhalo(c! And cc!)☆♡

-Sapnap(c! And cc!)☆♡

-Drista(c!)☆

-Slimcicle(c!)♡☆

-Callahan(c!)♡☆

-Schatt(C!)☆♡

-Ghostbur♡☆

-Tuv♡☆

I will write:

-x child reader

-family fic

-soft gore(i won't decribe it heavily)

-fluff

-angst

-scenarios

-imagines

-blurbs

-x female or gn reader

-platonic x readers

-romantic x readers

I won't write"

-Smut(maybe in the future but as of now im not good at it)

-Ships

-Anything against boundaries

-any character not on my list

-hard gore

-abusive c!s or cc!s

-x male reader(im not a boy so im just not good at it)

Some facts about me:

-I love writing quackity so please request him<3

-I am mexican and arab

-i use it/she pronouns

-im pansexual

-my favorite color is pastel pink

-i listen to hyperpop and metal

#dsmp x reader #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #quackity x reader #schlatt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #ranboo x reader #philza x reader #karl jacobs x reader #purpled x reader #drista x reader #tuv x reader #badboyhalo x reader #sapnap x reader #callahan x reader #ghostbur x reader #x child reader #x reader

[mysticalsoot]

you changed, it's good

A/N; soooo ive kinda been in a writing slump so take this fic thats been building dust in my docs- also tysm for 300!! hopefully ill come up w smth for it lol- I have no clue how to process that information omf

summary; months after wilbur's revival and his reunion with you and the daughter you share (that he didn't know about), you let out pent emotions and have a heartfelt talk with wilbur

tw// swearing, not lore accurate, im a wilbur apologist shush, children, suicidal mentions maybe? lmk if i missed anything

words; 1.8k

pairings; c!wilbur x gn!reader (they're parents), revivedbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

masterlist

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The time since Wilbur’s death and revival may not have been that long, but for you, it felt like ages--you had a child now, his, yes but you’ve begun another life. A life with a little girl, a life without him. But now, he was here and he was trying. You appreciated it but god did you fear it too. The memories taunted you, the hurt and the aching that still lingered, haunted you. He haunted you.

Your head is rested upon Wilbur's chest, and the thumping of his heart echoes in your mind. His left arm wraps around your shoulder and your own arms around his middle. Your daughter, Willow lays against his other side, curled into a ball, and his other arm held tightly around her in comforting warmth. This moment is what you imagined life to be all those years, before everything…happened.

You seemed to always subconsciously wish for moments like these, at least, in the past few years. One’s where Willa has a parent other than yourself, someone else to hold her, and someone to hold you too. Domestic bliss, calm and serene. No wars or bombs, no screaming, and yelling. Simply the sound of your partner's heart and the sight of him holding your child. It's a reassurance of sorts, a silent "everything will be okay, even if it wasn't before". 

Things used to be so not okay that having this calmness is nice. Having his arms around you again is lovely, being able to kiss him and hold him, to watch him help raise your daughter, to play with her and hold her. Tickle her and carry her on his shoulders, hold her hand with his, and walk with her on the prime path. To teach her how to ride a horse, after bringing one home for her, and helping her name him.

"Wilbur?" You whisper to him, moving your head back, your gaze locked upwards on him. He looks down at you, a soft smile written on his features, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Yes, my love?" he leans down, leaving a soft kiss to your lips and you smile through it, the warmth in your stomach swelling the same way it did when you both were younger. You take a moment to admire him, the way his curls fall in his face, how his glasses are always crooked and now are no different, and how the small freckles he adorns sprinkle his cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful, and so it brings you back to what you wanted to say. What you need to say, what is right to say.

"What happened? After lmanburg? You were so…" Your mind goes blank for a word to properly describe it, without hurting him. Cruel, evil, manipulative, the list goes on. It's odd to you, how someone could become so horrible and then return to a better version of their old self in a matter of years. "Horrible, then. To everyone, to yourself."

His face falls, and so does your heart, falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You can feel the life drain from your face and it hurts. You feel an immense dread, and wonder if you hadn’t mentioned it, how you would feel. It's a difficult subject for him but at this point, you think it had to be brought up. How can one accept this happy domestic life without knowing the full truth?

"I got lost, I think. Lost in the greed I suppose." He pauses, dips his head down to press his forehead against yours. His eyes close and he takes a breath, his arm letting go of Willa and placing his hand on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the skin and his eyes hold a warm sadness to them, "I wanted the joy still, the happiness for our future. But it got pushed back. I was blinded. There's a lot I don't remember. I mean I remember pieces here and there. Bribes from dream, desperate attempts to make things work for everyone and everything."

"And then what? You realized hurting us was better?" You’re hostile now, something switching or rather, breaking in your heart. You know you shouldn't react this way, get defensive--but a piece of you is still painfully angry and hateful, filled to the brim with spite and it’s accidentally let through the cracks. You back up a moment, his touch leaving you, hand falling to his side, head still dipped down.

"I realized I couldn't make it perfect for everyone, there were sacrifices I had to make." He takes another deep breath, wraps his arms around Willow again, she doesn't move. "And I made the wrong ones, I know that. I see that." Wil looks down at the lump that his daughter forms, a little ball of a girl. She moves to grab onto his arm in her sleep and she hums, a soft smile adorns his lips.

You feel you should be satisfied with his answers, and half of you is, but you still wonder; "Why? Why did you do it?"

His gaze lets its grip off of Willow, walks up and he looks to you, pupils big and somber, bloodshot and wet. "To not hurt anyone anymore. It was for the best." 

You want to scream at him now, tell him how much of an idiot he is. Screams that are bloodcurdling, one’s that most definitely would wake up Willa and anyone surrounding the area. That no, killing yourself in fact does not stop the hurt, it only fuels it, like a spark to dead grass. He made Phil kill him, he made you watch as he destroyed his livelihood, your shared livelihood, watch as he's stabbed to death by his own goddamn father. It was never ending with him, it was always something new, something bigger, more painful than before. You want to storm away, back off, and not let him near you for a split second, it's all an overreaction, you tell yourself but you simply can't help it.

You stare at him for a moment, your expression blank and emotionless. Willow turns onto her back, eyes open slightly and her arms reach up to Wil. "Hey, daddy." She mumbles out, a smile of her own sculpted onto her features. Wil smiles back.

"Hello, my love. Are you ready for bed?" He asks, lifting her up by her sides and gently sitting her on his lap. She nods sluggishly, and she rests herself against him, chest to chest, head on shoulder, and tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's get you into bed then, sweetie."

You just watch, your eyes follow him as he walks out of the living room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs. You sit there, alone now. Thoughts cycle through your mind. All the things you had wished for, every thought that graced your consciousness, every question unanswered for years. You missed him, you really truly did. But you aren’t sure who you missed more, and is the one you missed, the one you lie with at night? The one that wraps his arms around you in the morning, leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and brushes the hair out of your face. The man that waits there, holding you, until Willow comes rushing in the room to ‘wake’ you both up. The same man that shushes you lovingly and says "Pretend you're asleep, love," the moment he hears her bedroom door open, so she can have the satisfaction of waking you both.

You now rest your head on the back of the couch, your gaze focused on the window on the opposite side of the room. Snow gently falls past it, frost taken over the glass. The fire crackles and warms you like a hug. 

What feels like moments later, even warmer arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the body they're attached to. "Wil?" You call out, your voice coming out gravelly, and you realize you must've fallen asleep.

"Hey.." It comes out weak, the word feels broken and sounds broken. "I'm sorry, for all the shitty things I've done. I know my reasoning isn't nor has it ever been valid. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, and I don't have any plans of mass terrorism." His voice becomes clearer, breaks up less and he dips his head down again, pressing his cheek against yours. You nearly open your eyes, but keep them closed, and revel in the feeling of him more. 

"I know." You pause, and let your own arms wrap around him, but instead of his middle like he has you held--you wrap your arms around his neck, your hands weaving into his mop of curls. "I think part of me still hurts, it's stupid I guess." You rest your head on his shoulder, and he pulls you closer, your legs now wrapped around him too.

"It's not, I hurt you. I take accountability for that and I hate that I even did it in the first place." His voice cracks again, and you know he means it. You pull back, your hands pressed against his cheeks and he looks up at you.

You hesitate, mulling over the words falling off his lips, his expression knotted in anxiety. Your thumbs run over his pink-tinted cheeks and you kiss his forehead.

"If you were that same person, you wouldn't say that." You take a breath, "I think you've changed. In a good way."

He sighs, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I hope I have."

“I know you have,” You pause, grasping his face in your hands and getting him to pull back simply so he can gaze at you.

“How?” His voice is merely a croaked-out mumble but it’s enough that you hear it loud and clear.

“Would you be here, in my arms, after putting our daughter to bed if you hadn't changed?" You paused, eyes gazing deeply into his and searching for any doubt to crush with your words, "Would you even search for us if you were that same man? For good, not to hurt us."

He shakes his head, "I changed, didn't I?"

"In the best way possible." A soft kiss placed on his lips, one of love and devotion. A simple peck speaking every word and emotion you've ever felt--but only the good.

He smiles against the kiss, grasping at your sides and pulling you closer and closer to him. You were already so close, practically one, but he felt the need to pull you so much closer that not only were your bodies one, but so were your souls.

He pulls away from the kiss, hands resting on your face, "I love you," he nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, twisting your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, "so much." The last bit is whispered, like a quiet promise. A promise of devotion and loyalty. Something you're glad to finally have. 

There's nothing in the way of him being with you. With your daughter.

"I love you more," You smile to him softly, a kiss placed on his forehead, and you push stray curls out of his face as he nuzzles his head against your chest.

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hiiii! cld you do a yan!wilbur with (gn) reader who constantly wants to go places nd hates being in the same place for too long? /nf

have a good day/night!! :]

Hiya! Yeah I'd love to thanks for requesting!!

Warnings: Yandere behavior, stalking, gore and blood mention

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Over the years you'd inherited the title of The Nomad. You didn't stay in one place for long and if you did it was out of necessity. You were a traveler. An explorer of the land. Someone who didn't stick around, free of commitment.

"Thanks again for gathering this stuff for the museum." Eret smiled faintly and you returned it.

"Yeah of course. Just tell me when it opens and I'll stop by." You finished off the exchange and took your payment of diamonds off to another adventure. It was refreshing. The constant moving around.

When the whole world actually began you did have roots. Roots in the forests outside of the Greater Dream SMP...and L'manberg. Key word: had. Past tense.

Your cabin didn't exist anymore. After the L'manberg war started it got destroyed in the aftermath. That was when you had first shone your face to the world. When you got recognized.

Needless to say you didn't stick around. L'manberg was unstable and the men running it unhinged according to rumors. You had seen one of the men before. A tall brunette named Wilbur dressed in a General's suit. He held his head high and stared down the tyrant that was Dream.

You didn't pick a side but if you had to have you might've chosen Wilbur's despite the ruthlessness of Dream. Everyone knew Dream would do anything for power so when the second war came around of Manberg v.s. Pogtopia you vacated. Schlatt was stupid and Wilbur had gone off the rails completely.

"Whoa there!" You ran into something stiff and you stumbled back gaining your balance again.

"Sorry about that!" You rushed out and looked up at the one you'd accidentally ran into.

"Not a problem. You're The Nomad correct?" Before you stood Wilbur Soot, or Revivbur as everyone called him now. You'd been off adventuring the decade and a half that whole debacle went down just occasionally visiting back for deals on priceless goods you'd found on your ways.

"Revivbur." You nodded and gestured to him with a small smile. "Uhm, pleasure to meet you." You outstretched your hand and Revivbur's face flushed a shade of pink before he took your hand and bowed to kiss it.

"Wilbur please, and the pleasure is all mine. Can't say we've properly met." Revivbur straightened his spine to his full height, gently removing his hand from yours leaving a cold path behind it. He towered over you and a mischievous smile cut his face.

"No I guess we haven't. I'm Y/N." You said and swallowed as the light flashed over the reddish hues of Wilbur's eyes.

"Right of course." Wilbur chuckled and lowered his head. "Say, I know you're a busy person but might you want to have dinner with me tonight?" Wilbur smiled and it felt like the whole world could fall at his word. The honey smooth sound of his voice penetrated the stone walls you'd built around your heart to keep from it settling down more roots.

"Tonight?" You stammered and watched as his face lit up as your face flushed. "Erm, well I-I guess that would be okay. I've got to get on the road soon but an evening back can't hurt." You broke a smile at Wilbur being met with a charm that made your knees weak.

"Perfect, I'll come find you around dusk. 'Kay?" Wilbur winked and you nodded in agreement. "Don't go too far."

~~

And with that you somehow had a date. Somehow a single man, a man who had been the source of your home's destruction, had broken down your walls and gotten you to come eat dinner with him.

"I think I met your son today Phil." Your brow furrowed and you looked out the window of Philza's home at the snowy lands surrounding. By foot it was a several day travel to Philza and Technoblade's home in the north, by horse just hardly two, but by rail it was maybe an hour. Long ago you'd made an underground rail system to take you to the places which you frequently visited.

There was one at the Greater Dream SMP of course, one into your personal mines, and one here.

"Did you? What'd you think of Wil?" Philza sounded happy and he examined the shield set on his arm with an oily rag.

"Charming." You said simply and Philza laughed.

"Sounds about right. I'd be careful though, he used that charm to fool a lot of people back in the day." Phil warned.

"Jesus man, no wonder people call you old. Who the Hell says 'back in the day?'" You teased and Phil threw the rag at you. Someone caught it before any impact hit.

"You think I'm charming?" Wilbur Soot smirked at you deviously and heat flooded your face despite the cold chill that was everywhere, inside or out in the snowy base.

"Wil, what're you doin here?" Philza asked, his smile faltering just a little but perking up as soon as you seem to have spotted it.

"I've come to pick Y/N up for our date." Wilbur said matter of factly and ran the rag over his fingers tauntly like a bind. His fingers wove around the fabric expertly and a knot as tied somehow without you seeming to notice the exact origin.

"Date? You didn't say he asked you out on your first meeting." Philza's eyes shone with concern but the smile hid the foreboding look.

"Well I would've had he not shown up so quickly. I didn't even realize it was getting around dusk, sorry you had to come all this way to find me." You apologized and Wilbur offered his arm, tossing the rag back to Philza.

"Don't worry about it darling, I'll always know where you are." Wilbur's smirk widened and his pupils dilated. The words sent chills down you back but not necessarily bad ones. Something about someone caring enough to know where you were felt...good.

~~

Dinner was fantastic and you left on a travel for a few weeks promising to come back in time for another date Wilbur had planned. This was how your relationship went, he always sent a letter with you containing a poem or simply a declaration of admiration for you to read whenever you felt lonely or missed him. Wilbur was very confident you did and he was correct.

One might've called his devotion so early on creepy or uncalled for but after doing your share of research you could empathize with him. Thirteen and A half years alone in his own specially crafted limbo Hell. You shuddered now atop your horse just think about it. You were on your way back from a four week excavation for Eret's museum again. Much longer than you'd been gone from Wilbur before.

Deep down you worried he might've moved on.

"Darling you're finally back!" Wilbur greeted you almost as soon as you entered the territory of the main sector of the Greater Dream SMP.

"I had to come back sometime." You smiled and dismounted the charcoal mare you rode. Wilbur embraced you with a long and loving kiss tight to your lips. Something was off. You pulled away and sniffed.

"Wil what's that smell?" You cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled his sweater to your nose, taking in a deep breath. "Cinnamon? Wilbur you smell like cinnamon and vanilla." You stepped back a little, your fears clawing at your throat.

"Ah yeah! Its not what you think I swear! I've been making some potions lately and believe me they reeked so I tried to recreate your scent though I think I applied too much before I came here." Wilbur smiled and clutched your wrist tightly before you could jerk away. Your heart calmed as the smooth syllables of his words ran over your heart. He caressed you gently on your cheek.

"I would never cheat on you darling, but I do get so so lonely. You can't blame me for wanting something of you." Wilbur hugged you and his words tickled your ear causing a blush to rise in your face. Wilbur was not your first partner. Over your adventures you had courted many but none of them had lasted over the course of your longer journeys. All of them left eventually.

"I don't Wil, I just..." You pulled away to look at his face. His beautiful beautiful face. "I just haven't ever had someone care so much to stick around this long."

"Well all those people are fools." Wilbur growled a little and your eyebrows perked. "C'mon, lets go back to mine. I've got a surprise for you!" Wilbur smiled and took the reigns of your horse to lead you away.

~~

"Darling, can I ask you why you travel so much?" Wilbur said on the way.

"It's mostly just because I can't stand being in place. Probably some underlying trauma I've repressed into being a crutch of social anxiety or something." You joked and let out a chuckle. Wilbur only allowed a faint smile.

"Have you ever thought of staying?" Wilbur looked over at you but kept walking on. "In one place I mean. Putting down roots perhaps?" He pressed. Your chest tightened as the memory of L'manberg's first founding. The chaos it had wrecked on your home in the woods. His chaos.

"I did once..have roots I mean." You cracked a half-hearted smile and let your face close off.

"What happened?" Wilbur dared asked and stopped, you following suit.

'You' You wanted to say. The pain of watching your home burn in the revolution became fresh and for a split second it felt like the world was clear again and you realized just who exactly you were dating right now.

"Nothing. It just....didn't work out for me in the end." You shook your head and pushed away a comforting hand. The air shifted to something dangerous and tense as Wilbur led you on.

"Do you have any preferences for dinner?" He asked and tied up your horse to a fence post. You shook your head.

"Something warm I guess." You smiled and went inside the makeshift house. Wilbur wasn't the best builder that's for sure. His house was cluttered and half put together as if in a rush. Chests were disorganized and there was a crafting bench every few steps. It smelled of old cigarettes and burnt vanilla candles.

You settled down onto his couch and reached for a book that sat on the table beside the furniture. You saw the first few lines and knew immediately you shouted reading it.

Journal Entry 2,145: Eret's Journey

Today was hot. And I mean hot. I'm not sure why they decide to go through a desert every time they go out but I almost had to leave my coat behind just to keep following them.

I saw them stop and let their horse get a drink from the oasis. It looked like some trading went on,nothing unusual, and then they smiled. Not the smile like they got a good deal but the smile I give them. The smile that I ONLY get to give them.

I wouldn't hurt my little star but I can't trust the rest of the world. They're perfect. They're everything wonderful and I've only known people to want to destroy that. It's a struggle to allow Eret near them after everything they've done to us, to me, but a complete stranger?! I don't know their name but they're certainly chatting up my little star.

Even from behind the building I could see the blush on the villager's face. They weren't horribly looking and most Desert civilizations didn't have the normal long nosed and warting faces the plains did. And that made it all worse. The fact that there was a chance they could steal Little Star from me.

You stopped and looked up from the page. It was a struggle to not run away crying. You flipped to the last known entry to see how long ago 2,145 was.

Journal Entry: 2,227

82 days...you'd been with Wilbur almost three months and as you did the math in your head using the times you'd been gone with the days you'd been back it was equivalent to 83. You looked towards the end of the journal entry 2,145 and went still.

The villager struggled that's for sure. Definitely did not like having their hands cut off. This way they can't touch Little Star. I left them out in the desert hoping a little they would bleed out or some bird or wild animal would get to them. Little Star is mine and they will be forever. No puny trades person is going to hurt them or take them away from me.

"Y/N? Whatcha got there?" Wilbur's voice cracked your senses open and you turned around quickly. You remembered the villager from that journey. They'd been so nice and friendly, even offering a place to stay for a while. Sure romantic interest was always a possibility but no moves had been made and you weren't interested in a relationship was the last thing you said to them. They'd been missing when you came back and a patch of sand had been dried with blood and scraps of cloth was outside of town where you came in. You had assumed a llama had been separated and cornered by some coyotes or the buzzards got them.

"N-Nothing. Listen I know its soon but I've gotta run. I forgot to pick up some frog lights for Eret. I'll be gone a while and-" You started to gather up yourself and head for the door. Wilbur's eyes darted to the couch and spotted the open journal. His eyesight, although not the best, could see by the intensity of the writing you had found one of his special entries.

"Little Star, why are you trying to get away from me? Am I not good enough for you?" Wilbur grabbed your arm and stopped you. By the way you struggled he could tell you were scared. Terrified. "I would never hurt you. I love you Little Star. Please, let me love you."

"Wilbur please let me go!" You protested and pulled again at your arm. His grip tightened and his other arm whirled up to hold your chin to face him.

"Y/N. Please. I've only ever done it for you! Everything is for you. I can't be without you Little Star." Wilbur's eyes flared with a red glint that reminded you of blood. The blood in the sand. The blood of how many others that had gone missing from your journeys.

"You're a stalking monster!" You tried to move but Wilbur was too strong. His sly smile turned to one of hurt. The scar that ran down his face and left some of his right side a greenish decaying color twisted with his face into a look of despair... and rage.

"I am the best you'll ever have my dear. I'm the only one that's going to stick around for a nomad because I'm the only one willing to follow you!" Wilbur growled and pulled you closer to him. Your faces stood inches apart and his breath mingled with yours. For a second the moment was tender and soft. Someplace you might have kissed him deeply had it not been so terrifying to get here.

"I don't want anything to do with you Wilbur Soot." You whimpered. His grip loosened for a heartbeat and you took your chance. With all the force you had you hit him. The taller man stumbled back stunned and you ran, mounting your horse and practically ripping the lead off before darting away to the horizon.

~~

Wilbur held his face where you hit it. A smile spreading on his lips as blood seeped from his cut along the flesh. He watched you ride away. He watched you from his own mount, a chestnut with a white blaze. He followed you. Fought you. Loved you all the way. Together you saw many places. Kingdoms and villages.

No matter where you went he was close. He was getting closer every second. He hardly slept and spent most his night watching you toss and turn in the frantic nightmares. He longed to comfort you. Kiss your temple and hold you. Tell you it was alright.

One day he'd get his wish. For one day you would become tired of running from him and you'd stop. You'd let him hold you. You'd let him kiss you and love you in every way he could. One day you would do the same to him. It was just a matter of time.

He'd follow you to the ends of the Earth and you would follow him into the dark.

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[rapid-looser]

An Unfinished Melody

a/n: for the angsty Wilbur Soot lovers, here you are, and tell me if you want part two!

TW: This contains angst, character death, mentions of blood, and explosions

C!Wilbur Soot/Revivebur x GN!Reader

There was once a melody sung by Wilbur Soot to you. It always sounds like a mix of sorrow and joy. He constructed the song slowly, it reflected the challenges they had to face, the lost and the won, it all paid off..or so they thought

The world's not perfect but it's not that bad.

The sun started to set on the new nation of L'manburg was finally complete. Standing in his full glory, their leader Wilbur Soot and his partner were finally able to relax. "It's finally competed, all the builds, isn't it?" said his partner. "Well I'd say it turned out quite nice if I say so myself, don't you think?" He said as he wrapped his arms loosely around his partner. "Well yes it sure did, but you have to give credit to Tommy, Tubbo and Eret, they all helped build all of this" they said as they leaned into Wilbur.

"Yeah i guess your right darling, but give some credit to yourself as well" He said as the moon started to rise. They were finally free from Dreams rules.

If we have each other than that's all we have.

As Wilbur and Tommy were escorted out of L'manburg Manburg, They weren't far behind. No matter where Wilbur went, they weren't far behind, they always weren't. Once they were out of L'manburg, Wilbur stopped to let them catch up. Once they were close enough to the two boys, both of them heard "We'll get that bastard back, we'll get our county back, promise." from them. As they caught their breath, a sigh followed by a mumble of "What's the point" could be heard from the once great Wilbur Soot. Once they heard this, they grabbed Wilbur's hand, drawing his attention to them and said "We are getting our nation back no matter how long it takes". Tommy admired them for their passion, he viewed them as an older sibling that he could look up to. Wilbur sighed before saying "Your extremely stubborn y'know that? Now let's find a place to go before mobs start spawning in." And nothing else was said on that topic.

I will be your lover

They patched up Wilbur after he had an encounter with a horde of mobs. He had been extremely quiet for a while now, he had become less of the Wilbur he once was. It was almost like he was slowly loosing the sanity passion he once had. But none the less they still loved him, and he still cared for her even if he didn't express it as much anymore, but who can blame him? He's been too busy working on a plan to win this election, of course he was going to be busy..Right? Of course he was, why wouldn't he be. "You should be going to sleep, I'll be able to do the rest." He said while he lowered his arm by his side. "I know i just want to help you, you seem busy-" "I'm fine, I don't need any help, go rest" He said, cutting you off. A nod was all that you did as you wandered away.

And I'll hold your hand.

"WILBUR WHAT HAPPENED?" You said as you rushed in to where Wilbur was last seen. "Eret betrayed us. He was a spy for dream and his puppets." He said as he sat down onto the chair in his office. "What- How do you know-" you were quickly cut off by Wilbur "HE TOOK ONE OF MY LIVES, HE TOOK ONE OF EVERYONES LIVES THAT WERE THERE." He yelled in a mix of frustration and sorrow. He quickly realised his mistake and sat back down, he didn't want to yell, he just got too caught up in his own head. "Wilbur I didn't mean.." The sentence became unfinished as the silence and tension grew thicker. "Just go. I don't want to get you involved in this, you'll just get hurt in the end." He said while making a shooing motion with his hands. He just wanted you to be safe, but little did he know he was hurting you emotionally in the process of his down spiral.

You should know..

You got a new message from Ph1LzA on your communicator 'Come to where you saw Wilbur multiple times before' was all that was said. By the time you arrived, Wilbur was ranting too quickly to be understood. The walls were covered in signs. These signs had the L'manburg anthem lyrics on them. The ones you once fell asleep to as Wilbur sung them softly. "Wilbur, mate, you don't have to do this" you heard from philza. That brought you back to the current situation Infront of you. "Phil there once was a saying from Eret." He glanced in your direction, you were beside Phil. He whispered a quite "I'm sorry" to you, before turning his attention back to philza. "It was never meant to be." He said as he pushed the button Infront of him. The loud hiss of tnt could be heard. A loud ringing was heard in your ear followed by silence as you hit the floor, knocking yourself out.

I'll be there for you.

You moved out of L'manburg sooner than anyone had expected. You moved far enough away so you didn't hear the news of ghostbur. Your got over Wilburs death after 2 years.myou thought you did atlease. So when you heard a knock on your door while you were feeding your let axolotl caught you off guard to say the least. It was late at night and pouring down with rain, a knock is the last thing you expected. You put down your bucket of small fish that you were feeding your axolotls with, and wandered to the door where to knock came from. You opened the door, the last person you expected to see was your dead lover, Wilbur Soot. You thought you were hallucinating what you heard next confirmed otherwise

"I told you I'd be there for you didn't i?"

It really was an unfinished melody..

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[hollywoodbonez]

Hold on… Wilbur Soot x gn! Depressed! Reader Warning: mention of suicide, self harm, and blood

Y/n’s POV I look in the bathroom mirror with blood dripping from my wrists, and a knife in my hand. My (e/c) eyes, once full of life are now dull, and lifeless. Once my parents have died everything changed. They died in a plane crash when I was 19 so I’ve been on my own every since. I don’t have any friends, well besides Wilbur Soot. Wilbur and I have been friends since middle school, now he’s 26 years old, and I’m 25. I’ve had a crush on him for years now, but he probably doesn’t feel the same. Ever since my parents have died I’ve always had these thoughts or voices that told me to do bad things to myself, and point out every single flaw that I have. After a few more cuts to my wrists my vision starts to get blurry. I wrapped my arms with bandages and walked out. Once I got to the living room I lost my footing and fell. The last thing I heard before blacking out was someone knocking on my door, and calling my name.

Wilbur’s POV

I’ve been knocking on (Y/n)’s door and calling there name for five minutes now. “(Y/n), I’m coming in!” I yelled. I opened the door. “(Y…y/n)!” I said shocked and terrified. The one person that stole my heart is lying on the ground in a puddle of there own blood. I feel on my knees right beside them and felt their poles pulse, it’s weak. I picked them up and ran out of their house and put the in my car. I speed down the freeway, the hospital is only ten minutes away, tears going down my cheeks. “We’re almost there, please stay with me (y/n)!” Once we got to the hospital I ran through the E.R doors with (y/n) in my arms. “Help!” I yelled. A nurse ran to us. “We need a bed!” she said, then two other doctors or nurses came over to us with a hospital bed. I put her on the bed, and they started to wheel her away, I tried to fallow but a nurse stopped me. “Please don’t leave me!” I yelled.

Time skip <3

I’m sitting right beside (y/n), their pulse was still low, and they haven’t woken up yet. “I miss you (y/n)” I mumbled hoping they can hear me. I started to tear up. “I love you so much” I started to sing gently. (Play song now) ”Loving and fighting, accusing, denying I can't imagine a world with you gone The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of I'd be so lost if you left me alone You locked yourself in the bathroom Lying on the floor when I break through I pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you Long endless highway, you're silent beside me Driving a nightmare I can't escape from Helplessly praying, the light isn't fading Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones They took you away on a table I pace back and forth as you lay still They pull you in to feel your heartbeat Can you hear me screaming? Please don't leave me Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you Let me take your hand, I'll make it right I swear to love you all my life Hold on, I still need you I don't wanna let go I know I'm not that strong I just wanna hear you Saying, "Baby, let's go home" Let's go home Yeah, I just wanna take you home Hold on, I still want you Come back, I still need you” I held their hand, squeezing it. Out of no where the heart monitor started to beep rapidly, then their heart rate line thing (I can not think of what that is called 💀) started to flatline. “Nurse!” I yelled. Multiple nurses and doctors rushed into the room and one of the pushed me out. I just kept on pacing in front of the door until I heard one of the nurses say “time of death… 15:23” (3:23) “Please don’t leave me (y/n), I love you too much” I said

Sorry if this is trash. This is my first time doing anything like this.

#Hold on #chord overstreet #wilbur soot

[beeindaclouds]

Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

💮 anon

💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

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i’m scared

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ship- c!wilbur soot x reader

word count- 0.4k

category- angst

pronouns- none used

warnings- CAUTION: THIS CONTENT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO PEOPLE. PLEASE READ

blood, major character death, injury, explosions, crying, ask to tag

a/n- so uh lol have fun

“independance, or death. if we get no revolution, then we want nothing. we would rather die than give into you and join your smp”

you were there. you watched it all go down. you’d been there since the very start. since the start of l’manberg. you had helped build the van, collected resources for the walls, signed the declaration, everything. you were there when the SMP declared war. there when eret betrayed l’manburg. there during the elections, the exile, pogtopia. you had promised to always be there for wilbur. your best friend, your ally. now you sit at the red festival. ironic, the name. tubbo’s red blood flowed off the podium. techno’s red, white, and blue fireworks shimmer in the sky. schlatt was overtaken, and he died. you thought that was it. you thought the bloodshed and battle was over. the SMP retreated. but wilbur had disappeared. you began to look for him, standing roughly in the middle of manburg. loud booms rang around you, the shockwaves shattering your eardrums, you crouched, attempting to project yourself from further shock waves. hands covering your bloodied ears. dirt, tears, and blood streaked your face.

and then, a final explosion rang.

straight beneath you.

you felt yourself thrown into the air, hitting the ground with a painful thump. you couldn’t feel anything, ears ringing, mind fuzzy. nothing and everything was happening at once. you vaguely heard shouts and cries.

a man fell to his knees next to you, cradling you in him arms

“y/n! y/n dear, please listen”

you had lost two lives already; one during the l’manburg war, one during the red festival. this was your last life, draining out of you.

“y/n please, don’t go.” wilbur cried, tears dripping on your face, mixing with the blood.

“i’m scared” you croak, breathy cries escaping your lips.

“no please, please. you’ll be okay. everything will be alright.” he said in a panic.

“i don’t want to go to limbo,” you wheezed.

“no, dear, you won’t. it's okay, it's okay. we can help you.” he said, panic increasing.

“i’m sorry. i failed you.”

“no, you could never! you never failed me. you haven’t” he cried, trying to convince you.

“i'm sorry,” you repeat.

wilbur held you close.

“goodbye” you whisper, feeling your death coming. you saw mumza, waving at you. “i’ll see you on the other side”

“no, please! i love you, i've always loved you. from the very beginng. and i was stupid, so stupid, for never telling you” wilbur cried desparately, sobs racking his thin frame. his coat was soaked with your blood.

“i lo-” you trailed off, light draining from your eyes. you went limp.

wilbur cried. not sobs. just one painful, jarring cry.

you had died.

and it was all his fault.

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