#cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

[heartofwritiing]

His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

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[denalidear]

Raspy

a/n: basically, uh, my bestie and i saw a lovejoy concert this week and we've had mutual wilbur brainrot. thankfully, i'm an english major with just enough self confidence to write us some fics. enjoy.

summary: traveling made you sick, and close quarters mean everyones sick too.

word count: 672

warnings: none? fem!reader, a little suggestive, sickness

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It’s not like you had meant to get sick. Traveling always introduced you to germs, and staying in a tour bus meant close quarters with the rest of the band. Thankfully, you’d all gotten a small break over the weekend of travel and slept a lot as the tour progressed from Washington state to Utah. 

You’d almost banned Will from kisses, but that man had the best puppy dog eyes known to man.  But now, as the bus rolled into Salt Lake City, he was suffering the consequences of his actions in the form of a mild cold. He had a massive headache, but apart from a little rasp in his throat, his vocal chords weren’t under too much extra stress. 

It did take a bit of extra convincing to get Will out of the bunks and into sound check, but a few forehead kisses did the trick as you offered him a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water. 

“I feel bad, Will. Maybe kisses should have been banned.” You said quietly, watching the tower of a man crawl out of his bottom bunk. “Absolutely not, love. That’s the whole point of bringing you on tour.” He pulled you into a hug. “Can’t kiss over the phone.” He smooshed his lips into the top of your head, the action barely resembling a kiss. 

“Alright, well, don’t let me distract you any longer. You’ve got a whole load of people waiting on you.” 

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted as he moved around the bus, getting ready for sound check and the concert that would insue. 

---

“Salt Lake City, how are we doing tonight?” Wilbur asked the crowed. The venue was packed, almost more that the other dozen places you’d been on tour so far. And the energy buzzed in the room, the audience screaming their heads off after the first song. 

“Salt Lake, I have a favor to ask of you. My beautiful girlfriend, whose hiding off stage-” Will gestured towards you and the crowd screamed. “- got me and Ash sick this weekend. So I am extremely unwell.” The room erupted in laughter and cheering. 

“As a side effect of this, my voice is very raspy. It’s great for me because my love thinks it’s sexy, but it’s not so great for singing. So I need you all to fucking scream to these songs.” The room vibrated with the volume of the cheers. You could see his grin from behind the curtains as he carefully began the chords to Model Busses.

---

Post-concert Will was your favorite Will, not that you love him any less normally. But after every gig he just buzzed with adrenaline when he got off stage. Tonight was no different. As soon as he got off stage he scooped you up in a hug and smashed his lips on yours. You indulged him for a moment, holding him tight despite the shirt clinging to his body with sweat. As soon as he pulled away, you spoke.

“You, mister, did not play my song!” You berated him as you helped him pull of the denim jacket he insisted on wearing. He laughed quietly, voice rougher han before he went on stage. “You promised you’d do it’s all futile acoustic tonight!”

“And you, my love, are being mean to a sick man.”

“Sick as a consequence of his own actions. Only one of us here can’t keep his lips to himself.” You fluffed his sweaty stuck hair off of his forehead before pulling him into a kiss. 

“Seems like a mutual problem to me, my dear.” He tried to pull you into another hug, the sweat on his skin cooling. You quickly pushed your hand to his chest. 

“Oh buddy, if anything else is happening between us tonight, you’re gonna need to shower first.”

“Well I thought you loved me, sweat and all.”

“I only love boys who play my favorite song at their concert. Like they promised.”

“That’s low, love. Really low.” 

“Yeah, we’ll talk about it  when you don’t stink.” 

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[jessnotfoundd]

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A baby? ( you both have the talk about babies)

What? (finding out you're pregnant and telling them)

We're done (how many babies and age gaps.)

Surprise! (Telling all the big news)

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First baby

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Baby trying

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[shubblelive]

— NOT MUCH LONGER

summary : wilbur has always been dedicated to his viewers, sometimes too much. his fans are aware of this, you are aware of this, and he is aware of this. so when you go multiple days without seeing your boyfriend because of how hard he's working you take matters into your own hands, not realising that thousands of people are there watching you do it.

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of eating/food, a few swearwords, wilbur not taking care of himself, very small panicky moment

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called wilbur's girlfriend/wife

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a fic where the reader isn’t a very public person (in regards to the internet) and one day, wilbur’s streaming and she goes in and brings him some food and kisses him, not knowing he was live, and when she notices, she just gets all red and embarrassed and wilbur goes out of frame with her and its just all fluffy, and the chat goes craaazy

word count : 1.3K

note : hi lmao. i know, i know it's been nearly 2 months since i 've posted anything. school really caught p to me, i was so stressed out i was crying like multiple times a day for a few weeks. i wanna thank you guys for your patience, i have one more week of classes before spring break and then exams are right after that so i am really unsure of how much free time i'm gonna have until like mid-november.

There was a lot of things that you loved about Wilbur. Of course there was, the two of you had been together since university, nearing on 5 years. Knowing for someone that long, though, and there were obviously aspects of your boyfriend that you were less than fond of. There weren’t a lot, but the main one was the fact that he was a major workaholic. 

You were completely understanding of how important his job was to him. He had been doing it longer than you’d even known each other and you’d never want to do anything to make it seem like you were anything less than supportive. 

But the last couple of weeks had been driving you crazy. 

He’d be out all day filming for twenty different videos or in the studio - that was fine, you had your own work and hobbies to keep you occupied. But then he’d get home and it was straight to editing, or writing, or meetings for merch, album art, new videos. It had gotten to the point where you hadn’t even seen him in two days. You knew he’d been home, you vaguely heard the shower running while you were asleep, so tired you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head. Clothes had been added to the laundry hamper, and water glasses had been added to the sink. He’d messaged you, of course. You were high on his list of priorities, it being a no-brainer that whenever he got a free minute he was texting you to let you know where he was going, promising that he’d be home soon.

When you got home from work, you were pleasantly surprised to find his docs at the front door, neatly kicked to the side so they were out of the way along with the rest of your collective pile. You put your stuff down and practically floated around the house, searching for your boyfriend. Not in the kitchen, though the dishes had been done for you, left to dry. Not in the living room, though there was a coat draped over the back of the couch that you picked up and deposited in the bedroom (also empty, but his side of the bed was rumpled like he’d fallen straight on top of the blankets). 

You were walking down the hallway when you finally heard him. He was talking softly, not outside of the norm for him. His office wasn’t soundproof, and you often heard him through the walls as you went about your day, whether that was laughing loudly as he streamed, or the muffled sound of him strumming his guitar, trying to write a new song. He was being quiet, probably editing a video. You knew he had his own room in the group office, just for him to edit, but he liked to bring them home sometimes. 

You went back into the kitchen to dry the dishes for Wilbur and you noted that there weren’t any new plates added to the pile. You knew that Wilbur had eaten while he was gone, he’d texted you every time they ordered food, but you also knew that it had been a couple of days since his last home cooked meal. You, admittedly didn’t have much in the pantry, but it was made with love, which was the thought that counts. 

That was the thought on the tip of your tongue as you knocked gently on the door, a plate of mac and cheese and a glass of water in hand, smile breaking out at the sight of your boyfriend at his desk. 

Wilbur’s viewers had always been aware that he had a girlfriend. He mentioned you for the first time after you guys had been together for a year, and since then you were a sporadic presence in his online life, maybe a mention every couple of weeks or months. They didn’t know anything else though, not even your name. His viewers, over the past couple of years had developed their own nicknames for you. It started from one of the first streams you were mentioned in, someone in chat asked if you were Wilbur’s wife. He’d laughed, said no, and then tried to say you were not his wife, and instead pronounced it “wiff.” It got slightly out of hand over the years, with most people lovingly referring to you online as wiffleball. Wilbur had apologised profusely for the slip up, but you found it too funny to actually care. It was definitely weird for you to see, though, the phrase ‘Wiffleball’ randomly trending every couple of months. 

So, they didn’t know your name, and they definitely didn’t know your face. Wilbur was usually on high alert for even your footsteps outside the door, let alone you wanting to come inside. He’d yell that he was live, and you’d wait dutifully at the door for him to come outside. It was more for your sake than his, but he cared just as much about your right to privacy as you did. But today, he was so preoccupied with the fact that he hadn’t seen you in nearly three days that he completely forgot to. 

The monitor with his own face in it was tilted away from the door, and you were so entranced by the smile on his face that you didn’t notice until it was too late. He was standing to meet you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Hi, lovely, I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Wil,” Your hands were on his arms the second you placed the food down, and you were right about to kiss him properly when you saw a fast movement out the corner of your eye. His chat was whizzing by so fast that you almost couldn’t read it. You backed out of frame immediately, almost out of instinct, wide eyes meeting Wilbur’s. “You’re streaming?”

“Fuck,” Wilbur made sure that you were definitely out of the frame before putting his stream back on the loading screen and going back to check on you.

Your breathing was much faster than usual and he could all but see your heart jumping out of your chest. “I am so sorry, darling, I was too busy being happy to see you that I completely forgot that I was even streaming. Are you okay?”

Your hands found Wilbur’s shirt, clenching it between your fists and burying your face in the fabric across his chest. His hands were securely on your back as he held you while you calmed your breathing. You weren’t crying no, he could tell you just needed to slow your breaths down and you’d be alright. He was whispering reassurances in your ear and within a few minutes your heart had calmed down. “I’m alright.”

“I’m so sorry,” Wilbur launched immediately into apologies again but your vice grip on his shirt stopped him.

“I’m alright, Wilbur.” You strangely were alright. What you could see on the chat were all nice things, they were all so excited to see you. “Never want to go back on your stream again, but I’m okay with them seeing me.”

“You don’t have to be okay, love, if you’re not. I’ll get the VOD taken down when I’m done and edit you out and say something about not circulating the video, I am so sorry-”

“I’m fine, Wilbur.” You pulled the fabric closer to your chest, the movement effectively silencing him. “Like I said. I am still good not showing up on your streams and stuff, but you can leave the video up. I’m alright with it, I promise.”

He softened at your determined face. “I love you,” he said in place of another apology. “I love you, and I am still sorry that I forgot to tell you. No more until you say so, I promise.”

“Thank you,” you said earnestly, loosening your grip on his shirt. “I’ll let you finish up now, do you think you’ll be a while?”

Wilbur kissed you softly before sitting back in his chair and looking up at you full of love. “Trust me, I definitely won’t be much longer.”

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[modelbus]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a wilbur soot x female reader? (romantic)

i was thinking some headcannons of things Wil would do as a bf/cute moments fans have clipped from streams of him like, showing you off, complimenting or bragging about you.

no pressure to do this at all! <3

I did a bit of both headcannons and clipped moments! Also yes the little photo thing is of wilbur :)

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader

When With Wilbur

When (not if, lets be honest here) you wear his jumpers, he fucking melts. It's like: Woah, that's his girlfriend. wearing his clothes. Holy shit. He loves you.

You walk into his office holding two cups of coffee, a sheepish look on your face. "You won't believe what just happened to me."

"I won't?" Wilbur asks, navigating his Minecraft character to a safe spot before looking up at you. "Woah." He murmurs, mic barely picking it up.

The last he had seen you, twenty minutes ago, you had left his stream claiming you were going to get coffee. Now here you were, with two coffees, but wearing his jumper. His girlfriend. Wearing his jumper. On stream.

"It started downpouring! So I had to stop by the flat and grab something so I wouldn't drown!"

"Mhm." He hums, but it's obvious he isn't hearing a word you're saying. He's far too distracted by how you look wearing his clothes, how you're wearing his clothes in front of thousands of viewers.

"But at least I got coffee." You finish, plopping down in the chair he had found for you.

“Thank you.” He accepts the offered cup from you, eyes never leaving you. “Uh, so where was I?”

Wilbur really wants to show his love for you at all times and 80% of that is him calling you pet names

“Hey, love, do you know where my yellow pick went?”

“The Fender one?”

Wilbur nods, strumming idly while he reads chat.

“Didn’t you break it last night when I bet you twenty you couldn’t play World’s Smallest Violin?”

He snaps his fingers, turning around in his chair to face you. “You still owe me money for that.”

“Technically you broke your pick and couldn’t do it, so…”

“No, you still owe me that money.”

“Oh, wow, look at the time I have to get going! Bye bye!” Waving with a smile, you slowly start to back up.

As you vanish out the door, he turns back to his stream to whisper, “she’s just like Tommy. Holding her presence ransom. Last time I ever let the two of them in a room together.”

Wilbur absolutely loves to show you off at any given chance

Whenever Tommy invites the both of you to his vlogs (which he does a lot, he is the biggest shipper of you two) Wilbur always takes the chance to be super affectionate.

“Wil, Wil! Take aesthetic photos of me!” Tommy yells, awkwardly posing in the tulip field.

“He’s definitely succeeding at being a VSCO girl.” You whisper to Wilbur.

Tommy's whole thing for this vlog was being a VSCO girl for a day. For some reason that meant he had to drag you and Wilbur along, but you weren't complaining. Filming his vlogs was a lot of fun.

Wilbur laughs, bending over to pick one of the tulips. "Here. It's not as pretty as you, but it'll have to do."

You immediately blush, ducking your head a little as you take it. "Thank you."

"Hear that vlog nation? My girlfriend is prettier than all of these tulips combined. Fuck you guys." Wilbur tells the camera, holding it up to film you two instead of filming Tommy like asked.

As a joke you mimic having a crown on your head, playing it up. Wilbur smiles, turning and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Oi! Lovebirds! Stop making out and start filming me!" Tommy yells.

"Fuck you!" Wilbur yells back before lowering his voice. "I swear to God I'm going to kill him one day."

"He's your brother, you can't do that." You give him another kiss before turning and calling out to Tommy, "Your angles are off!"

"Fuck!"

He always responds to your texts/calls, even if he's in the middle of something.

"Hang on Tommy, I have to respond to this message."

"We are literally streaming, what the fuck."

Wilbur loves to cuddle you and will take any excuse to. You're a little cold? Oh, time to cuddle. There's a new movie out? Clearly you two have to cuddle and watch it together.

He also loves to write you little notes and leave them in places for you to find because he loves to see you smile. They're stuff like "you're so pretty" or just "I love you."

There is not a single stream where you aren't mentioned in some way. Even if it's just an offhand thing. Wilbur remembers every little detail about you so he can tie you into anything.

"Oh, I should get these flowers." Wilbur remarks, moving to break some flowers in Minecraft.

"What for?" Tommy asks, following him. "Oh, ew. Never mind. Love. I'll have you know the only one I love is the grind, and the grind doesn't like flowers."

"Sorry for being a good boyfriend," Wilbur says sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I'll give these to her when we get back. Were we headed this way?"

Sometimes he'll tell chat when you two go out on a date but sometimes he doesn't because he wants it to be just his to think about and smile about. It doesn't really matter because chat can tell by how smiley he is that he’s thinking of you.

Wilbur has definitely written so many songs about you. Only one or two ever get recorded, but he has a journal just filled with little poetic lines about you.

You are at every single gig he ever does and every single time he performs a song inspired by you, he'll shout you out. He uses it as an excuse to brag about you a little too.

"This song is about- well. You all know who this song is about! Everyone cheer for my spectacular and beautiful girlfriend who is somewhere in this crowd!"

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #dsmp #mcyt #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader #wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dsmp #wilbur imagine

[xoxoamyas]

-͟͟͞☆ Masterlist ⊹˚. ♡

KEY : angst + fluff - ❤️‍🩹 ... fluff - 🩷 ... angst - ☁️

... Wilbur ⋆˙☆

`` I love you ,, 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . you've been overworking yourself, and wilbur has taken notice. he finally gets you to take that well-deserved and needed break. <3

`` abandoned ghosthunt ,, 🩷

ghost hunter!wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . wilbur and you find yourselves in an abandoned place searching for ghosts. the time is mostly spent bantering together rather than actually hunting. <3

`` Unspoken Words ,, ❤️‍🩹

[ sorry boys ] dark wolf!wilbur x gn!reader

☆ . dark wolf just wants to help and chat with you after the day you've had. at least now you know he's there for you, even if you can't go to him with everything. <3

`` A Little Promise ,, 🩷

fae!wilbur x vampire!gn!reader

☆ . after some walking through the forest you come across a little ring. an odd little man pops from it and wants your name. <3

Alone Without You (But I'm Still Here) ❤️‍🩹

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ wilbur finally comes home from touring after you have had a long few months day. <3

Last Forever 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ you meet wilbur after a lovejoy concert, it's not the last time you see one another. perhaps there's more than originally thought to be. <3

Café Girl ❤️‍🩹

[ cc ] wilbur x fem!reader

☆ you meet wilbur at a café you frequent. instantly, you two hit it off. after a while of talking, you randomly go no-contact only for him to find out you're in the hospital. he doesn't intend to leave your side. <3

For You. 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x fem!reader

☆ wilbur comforts you after a hard day. he plays you some in progress songs he'd been working on. <3

... Drabbles ⋆˙☆

fall for me 🩷

[ cc ] wilbur x gn!reader

☆ you and will in a hammock, what will you do. <3

... Headcanons ⋆˙☆

dating wilbur soot 🩷

wilbur soot with transfem!reader 🩷

✮:.. Specials . ♡

Christmas Surprise <3 🩷

king!wilbur x royalty!gn!reader

☆ . wilbur decides it's finally time to give you a surprise with a long-awaited gift. all the while, sweet shenanigans ensure between you two. <3

it started with a kiss 🩷

simpbur x gn!reader

☆ you attend another party like you would any other, you didn't expect to meet him. <3

KEY : angst + fluff - ❤️‍🩹 ... fluff - 🩷 ... angst - ☁️

... JSchlatt ⋆˙☆

party of our own 🩷

[ cc ] schlatt x gn!reader

☆ in which you're at a party with schlatt and things don't go as planned. at least you get a kiss out of it? <3

#amyas bullshit #x reader #masterlist #navigation

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Hi, Sugar! I was curious if I could request some Eret or Wilbur Soot with a jealous/needy reader? Like Reader is at the mall with Eret or Wil and Reader notices a girl looking at one of them for too long, therefore causing Reader to get more clingy and even a bit jealous. It can be long or short, I don't mind!

Take your time with it, don't worry about rushing!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

, only mine !

cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

warnings: holy shit will is really hot in this one

a/n: as soon as i saw this ask, i instantly had a million ideas and lines and scenarios to add to this request !! thank u sm anon dearie &lt;3

The girl in front of Wilbur and I was really pretty. And the fact she was only a fan as well, and had Wilbur looking into her eyes more and more was making me want to throw up.

Wilbur had caught the fangirl looking at us and sneaking peeks multiple times, so he decided he should probably go up to the fan. I wanted to disagree with Wilbur and just stay where we were, but I knew he loved connecting with his audience and fans in real life, so I didn't want to ruin this for him.

The fan had lustrous and long brunette hair and these pale blue eyes that looked like the clearest of waters. She had perfect, pearly teeth that wanted me to pick my teeth to make sure I didn't have any bits of lunch stuck in the gaps. Everything about her made me want to crawl into a hole.

I looped my arm around Wilbur's arm and the tall man looked down at me for a split second before continuing to talk about music to the fan. I crossed my legs and softly cleared my throat in order to attempt to give Wilbur another hint. Wilbur looked down at me and I gave him a small look, small enough for the fan to not notice and he nodded.

"It was really nice talking to you, Eliza," Wilbur spoke. Oh great, he knew her name. "But Y/n and I must get going now." he finished.

We said our goodbyes, and started to head the opposite way of the girl. I sighed to myself in relief and I looked down at the dirty, tile mall floor beneath my feet as we walked.

"I love it when you get jealous, darling." Wilbur said.

I looked up at him in confusion and turned my head to the side. Wilbur grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a sweet, passionate kiss. "Only mine."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

not proofread!!

hope u enjoyed anon!! sorry this was written so late :')

#mcyt fanfic writer #mcyt #fanfiction #dream smp #mcytblr #requests closed #wilbur soot

[2braincellslz]

can we get a list of the queue and the requests 🤭

YES, OFCOURSE!

This is in no particular order and the names arnt set in stone <3

Also, not all of these are requested.

Some of the ones from my last list have been scrapped. If you were looking forward to one and it isnt listed here, send in a Request or DM me and I'll do it :]

Carry a Kit, Now:

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader: after a major fight with the Demagorgan, YN and Steve fix up eachother wounds. Fluff, soft, comfort.

Your In Love With Who?:

Eddie Brock x Venom (cope). Eddie is trying to explain to Annie his complicated relationship with Venom to witch, Annie dose not understand but supports. The only problem is Venom keeps interrupting Eddie. Fluff(?), comedy.

Better Late Then Never:

Billy hargrove x male!reader. YN is on vacation in Cali (he wanted to bring Billy but Neil wouldn't let him) and he was still on vacation on Billy's birthday. Once YN gets back they share a very soft moment togather. Fluff; it's just really cute.

Maybe Just Handshake:

Jschlatt & fem!reader. Schlatt and YN hang out all the time. They run in to eachother at Wilburs New Years party. Wilbur practically dragged Schlatt here and then left him. Yn also wasnt having a great time. They get up to some trouble and just shake hands on new years countdown.

HANDS OFF, SHITLIPS:

Max x YN and Billy x fem!YN. (MAX AND BILLY FIGHT OVER YN. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER) Max and Billy fall for the same girl and fight over her.

Date Night:

Cc!Punz x Cc! Foolish x Masc!yn. Yall go out for a nightly drive, go to a comedy show, and then lose Foolish.

Sh, Sleep...:

Dad!schlatt & kid!masc!reader. Yn is having a hard time sleeping. He asks his dad, schlatt, if he can stay the night with him. Schlatt, being the good dad he his, comforts his son.

Where Love Is:

Jason Vorhees x Masc!reader. Jason has been suffering in silence recently. He worrys that you are with him out of pity or something. You help him feel better.

Love Like Ink:

Eddie Munson x Male!reader. Yn and eddie really want to get matching tattoos. They finally decided to combine their two favorite bands and tattoo eachother.

Listen To Me:

Bucky Barns x male!YN. Yn lost his voice on one of the missions with the avengers in a rather traumatic experience. He ans his Boyfriend, Bucky, work togather to help eachother move forward until one night when Bucky wake up from a nightmare.

My Eyes, Not His:

Billy Hargrove x Fem!reader. Neil is in jail. Thank God. And now YN and Billy are working togather to heal Billy's trauma.

Skipping to Avoid Him:

Billy hargrove x Fem!reader. Billy has been picking on YN for quite some time but one day YN dosnt show up to school. Billy takes it apon himself to find out why.

Because I Promised:

Cc!Schlatt & teen!masc!reader. Schlatt joined the DSMP because he made a promise to his best friend, Wilbur. Yn joined the DSMP because he made a promise to his best friend Tommy.

No More Demons:

Steve Harrington x fem!reader. Yn and Steve have always been the parents of the friend group, more or less against their own will. Now, that everything has settled down they have to deal with the consequences of taking on all that stress.

Skip To My Loue:

Eddie Munson x GN!southern!Reader. Eddie admits to his partner that he really doesn't know how to dance. Well, good thing his partner dose.

All is Fair in Love and Politics:

Wilbur soot & Jschlatt. Wilbur comes back to Manburg, throwing his pride out the window, the beg Schlatt to let Tommy back in to Manburg. Schlatt takes pitty on his old friend .

#stranger things s3 #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove x male!reader #cc!schlatt #wip list #steve harrington #steve Harrington x yn #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #sweaterduo #venom movie #venom x eddie #eddie x venom #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson st #eddie munson #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x male yn #dad!schlatt #fluff #jason vorhees imagine #jason vorhees x you #jason vorhees #my plant is named Jason Vorhees #dsmp foolish #punz fanfic

[disturbed-and-depressed]

Maybe I Was Boring

CC!Wilbur Soot x FEM!Reader

Based off the song "Maybe I Was Boring" by Wilbur Soot

Warnings: None?

Y/n stared at the wall in front of her. She didn’t really have anything to think about. It seemed as though nothing was worth even attempting anymore.

One might just think that she’s lazy, but no. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. She felt as though she was stuck in a relationship. A relationship that would never end anytime soon.

The woman had been dating the popular content creator, known as Wilbur Soot. it might seem like a dream come true, yet it didn’t feel like a dream anymore. Instead, it began to turn into a nightmare, one that felt it would go on forever and Y/n would never wake up.

Don’t get her wrong. Wilbur was a great person. He is. But he personality just doesn’t appear to go with the h’c lady.

When they had first met he had some of the most amazing stories. Stories about traveling to different states and meeting new and amazing people, while Y/n had never left the country and always had the same one friend, Niki.

He was mysterious upon the first meeting. It was a great feeling figuring him out, almost like a puzzle. And now it was almost as if he was just dragging it on. It wasn’t fun anymore.

Wilbur was doing a “You Laugh, You Lose” stream, occasionally yelling loudly at his chat or banging on his work desk. Y/n was just laying there on their shared bed, scrolling through her feed on Instagram, trying to find something to occupy her time. Y/n picked her head up and could faintly smell the incense stick that was black ice, and there was some takeout containers that were filled with tacos and burritos. Will had ordered it, claiming he was going to eat it before his streams, but he never did, and Y/n contemplated whether or not she should just toss it away.

Y/n was sitting with Niki in her apartment. She was at the counter on one of the stools while Niki was across from her, placing a tea bag in each mug filled with hot water.

“Is it getting worse?” Niki gently asked. Niki had known Y/n since they were barely learning how to walk, growing up together and just being best friends, always the two of them. While Niki decided to begin a streaming career, Y/n chose to support her from the sidelines. That was where her e/c friend had eventually met Wilbur. Niki was friends with Wilbur, but she knew she would choose Y/n in a heartbeat and support her without a doubt if she ever chose to not date the brown haired man anymore. It was her own choice, but she understood when Y/n claimed she was trapped, and she felt like she was drowning.

“Niki,” Y/n started. “What do I do if he thinks I’m the one?” Y/n let out a humorless laugh and gripped the warm mug tighter. “Then I’ll be forced to rot away with him and his obsessions of trivial things.”

“Like you with your love hearts you finish the text messaged with?” The pink haired girl weakly joked.

Y/n sighed and rubbed her eyes. “I know it’s wrong to not break up with him because it just seems like I’m leading him on but…” She trailed off.

Niki bit her lip. “What about when you hold his hands?”

“It doesn’t feel like flying.”

“Does his breath get taken away?”

“Yes, but the ways he acts he might as well be dying, I suppose.”

Niki reached across the marbled counter and patted her friend's hand. “Well technically you’re dying too. You said it felt like you were trapped in a cage.”

“I think it’s shrinking now, Niki…I don’t know what to do.”

Wilbur was out of the house, filming a video with Tommy. Y/n was sitting on the bed, staring at the picture Wilbur had sent her. But due to the picture it looked like he had accidentally sent it to her instead of someone else. And the someone else was Philza probably, because of the text that was right under it.

The picture was of an engagement ring.

The caption underneath it was ‘Hey Phil, what do you think about this one? Do you think Y/n would love this one?’

Y/n let out a choked sob and covered her mouth. She hated crying, it always made her feel weak, but she felt as though she was going to be trapped in the relationship forever. The woman always felt guilty if she said no to someone, so she resorted to actions instead.

She had a bad attitude the whole week, trying to subtly inform Wilbur that she didn’t enjoy being in a relationship with him anymore, that she was tired of him. She hated this.

Now it’s like he was never going to leave. He didn’t get the message, and he did hear her pleas. Y/n’s hands grasped her hair and tugged harshly. She wanted, no, needed something to distract her. She had continuously thought of multiple ways to get Wilbur to hate her, but nothing was working.

Honestly, all she wanted right now was herself to die. She wants to die. It seems like the only way to get out of the horrid relationship. She can only wish that Wilbur will bore her to death.

But she needed to get it through her head. She was never going to get out of this relationship, because in Wilbur’s eyes, his love can do no wrong, even if she were to ever cheat on him. He would just brush it off as her feeling lonely, and he would spend more time with her.

Wilbur was never going to leave.

#dream smp #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp incorrect quotes #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur #niki nihachu #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x you #nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader #mcyt nihachu #philza minecraft #maybe i was boring

[rapid-looser]

★Masterlist★

DreamWasTaken (Not writing for at the moment):

★

Cc!Dream x partly blind reader

★

Cc!Dream x deaf reader

★

Names c/cc dream and c!technoblade would give their s/o

★

GeorgeNotFound:

None yet

Sapnap:

None yet

Punz:

None yet

Eret:

None yet

Technoblade (c! only):

★

A burnt fairytale

★

Name's c/cc!dream and !technoblade would give their s/o

★

Only one returns

★

Leverage

★

FoolishGamers:

None yet

Awesamdude:

None yet

Quackity:

None yet

Karl Jacobs:

None yet

Wilbur Soot:

★

An unfinished melody

Nikki Niachu:

None yet

Aimsey (fem reader only):

None yet

Captain Puffy:

None yet

Tommyinnit (platonic only unless requested otherwise):

None yet

Tubbo (platonic only):

None yet

Ranboo (platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Purpled (platonic and c! only):

None yet

Philza(platonic only):

None yet

Badboyhalo (platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Skeppy (platonic only):

None yet

Fundy (Platonic unless stated otherwise):

None yet

Multiple (could be a mix of rom and plat):

★

How dsmp members get your attention

★

When C!Dsmp members grab your hand

★

How cc!Dream and cc!sapnap act when they have a crush on you

★

Cc!Dream, cc!Sapnap and cc!Karl Jacobs favourite time of day/night

★

Sbi+ bee duo with reader who uses a cane a knee brace

★

Sbi being readers new neighbour

★

Sweet moments with dsmp members

[heartofwritiing]

We could make such a pretty picture

Paring: musicianbur x photographer!reader

Summary: you are lovejoy’s tour photographer and wilbur likes to tease you.

authors note: this is so rushed and unedited mostly just my stream of consciousness that popped into my head while i finish up the zombur fic! its almost done!!

warnings: fluff, short, flirting, a little suggestive maybe, i use a cringey (?) line idk take it as you will lmao, unedited!

“Make sure you get my good side darling.”

Before every show backstage, Wilbur would always tell you to quote: “get my good side” whatever that meant. It was impossible to get his bad side. Every angle Wilbur Soot always looked ethereal, and that had nothing to do with your photography skills.

You would gaze up at him from the pits, readily pointing your camera to capture any shot of him playing his heart out to the screaming fans behind you. Rightfully so, you couldn’t deny how good he looked up on that stage.

Skin glistened with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, and the light eyeliner slightly smudged in the corners of his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk as he flipped his hair in a certain way when a beat dropped. It was undeniable now, that he was doing this on purpose. He was goddamn attractive and he knew it.

After the show you would always sit in one of the green room chairs, keeping to yourself and letting the excitement of the after-show buzz from the band fill the room. You were scrolling through the photos, admiring your work on a picture of Ash with the lightning just right when you felt a presence creep up behind you.

“That ones quiet good,” Wilbur’s voice made you jump out of your skin, and he laughed at your startled state.

“Thanks,” you replied, returning to scrolling through your pictures but Wilbur stayed right by your shoulder. Sounds of his bandmates laughter filled the space, he couldn’t care to jump into their conversation. Too entranced by your photography. Wilbur had never truly seen your work before. Of course there was pictures the band used for the instagram account, but those were taken by their previous photographer.

You were new, and Wilbur had briefly seen your work before. Only two shows into the tour, you didn’t have the time to sit with the lead singer and exhibit your entire portfolio to hkm. But seeing how you captured his presence on stage so well, with the white strobe light hitting him at just the right angle, caused his interest to be peaked even further. It made him want to get to know you better.

“you know, we make such a pretty picture,” you can hear the deviousness in his voice and the underlying meaning behind his own lyrics he was using towards you. It warms your cheeks and you avoid his eyes that are burning into the side of your face.

You cleared your throat and repositioned yourself in your seat. “whatever you say, its all you up there on that stage,”

The next night, standing once more in the pits, camera ready as the first chords of 'Portrait of a Blank Slate' blasted through the venue speakers, and screams exploded around you. As the color lights switch from dark blue to deep red, Wilbur saunters to the microphone and begins singing the first lyrics.

You lift your camera up to your face and look through the viewfinder to be met with an up-close Wilbur, who is pressing his lips right into the microphone. A smirk pulled the corner of his mouth when he peeked open his eye to catch you pointing your camera at him. Cheeky bastard.

As he sang the next few lyrics, his hands lift up to the top part of his shirt where it was unbuttoned. Running his index finger from from his collar down to his chest, he sang; ‘shes an artist, paints across my chest,’ while sending you a quick wink.

Your mouth parted in utter shock and felt your heart beating in your ears. How does this man do this to you? You hadn’t even known him that long, but he was making you feel dizzy with the slightest little actions. You quickly shook away any thoughts popping into your mind and took a couple more photos of him. The last one was of him leaning back while strumming the next chords, then you moved on to capture more of the other band members. You just had to force yourself away from him before you got carried away.

That same night later on the tour bus, you were going through your photos again. One in particular caught your eye, it was of Wilbur with the red lights behind him casting him in a dark glow, and his guitar lifted into the air while he threw his head back. Infamous rockstar pose, you decide to call it. You chose a couple more to post to your professional instagram account, tagging the band members each in their respective photos.

About an hour later a notification came up on your phone that a mutual had commented on your photo. You checked it and immediately felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the words on your screen.

@/WilburSoot: Told you we make such a pretty picture ;)

taglist: @trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @scenefaez @highstonedcat

if you want to be added or removed from the taglist let me know!

#fanfiction #wilbur soot x reader #musicianbur #musicianbur x reader #wilbur soot x fem!reader #cc!wilbur soot x reader #cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader #wilbur soot fanfic #ahh this is cringy ik ik 🫣 #might delete later

[wldflvrs]

FLORAL SURPRISES !

- ', ꒱ INCLUDES, cc!wilbur soot, cc!fundy, cc!karl jacobs, cc!quackity & cc!nihachu

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, headcanons of what flowers they’d give you on valentine’s day

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, some valentine’s day fluff because i can

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, “fuck valentine’s day” i say as i write this. yeah,,, lmao anyways enjoy!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wilbur soot

Tulips.

Red tulips.

Classic flowers for a charming man finding a bouquet to gift to his dearly beloved.

He spent so long in the shop debating on which flowers to get while asking for the opinions of almost everyone in his contacts and the store before settling on the vibrant tulips.

“I love you. Truly.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fundy

Red carnations!

He had gotten up early to go get the flowers that he’s been planning with the local florist for weeks.

Arriving home nearly an hour later, you were about to be mad for randomly leaving until you quickly realized why.

“Oh I— I didn’t think you’d be awake yet. I was going to make you breakfast in bed. I can still do that actually, back to bed you go!”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ karl jacobs

Lilies!

An elegant and underrated (in his opinion) choice of flowers that he paired with a dinner out at a restaurant you worried was far too fancy.

“No no you look great! You look perfect actually. More than the flowers really.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ quackity

Daisies. No questions asked.

You wake up to see him holding a fresh bouquet of daisies the morning of Valentine’s day with a smile on his face that makes his cheeks hurts

“I swear I didn’t take these from your neighbours! I gave my wallet and soul for these.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ nihachu

Violets!

She’s almost giddy handing you the bouquet, hands shaking as you opened the front door to reveal her standing there with the flowers in one hand and your Starbucks order in the other.

“I’ve also got a picnic planned for us. We’re leaving in two hours.”

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE 2.0, i was originally going to just write a niki x fem!reader oneshot but then i also wanted to post something for valentines that included some other ccs and so now i have this. i might still write the niki oneshot if we’re being honest

- ', ꒱ TAGLIST, @asgvrdian

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#headcanons #fluff #festive #wilbur soot #fundy #karl jacobs #quackity #nihachu #niki #wilbur soot x genderneutral!reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot headcanons #fundy x genderneutral!reader #fundy x reader #fundy headcanons #karl jacobs x genderneutral!reader #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs headcanons #quackity x genderneutral!reader #quackity x reader #quackity headcanons #nihachu x genderneutral!reader #nihachu x reader #nihachu headcanons #niki x reader #niki headcanons #mcyt x reader #mcyt headcanons #dsmp x reader #genderneutral!reader

[shubblelive]

— INVITATION

summary : after a long day of work, wilbur is desperate to curl up and spend time with his favourite girl. only problem is you’re not speaking to him.

genre : angst -> fluff, happy ending

warnings : light swearing, mentions of food/eating, wilbur being mean

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called a girl

featuring : cc!wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where the reader is an overall bubbly, energetic person and wilbur just suddenly lashes out at her one day, and she apologizes and goes home, and wilbur tries to call her and apologize and everything in the end it’s just fluff and apologies<33 tyy

word count : 2.1k

note : hi anon!! i hope you enjoy this fic, it’s a bit longer than i expected but i’m very very happy with it <3 also you referred to reader using she/her so i used those pronouns in the fic i hope that’s alright <333

you were wearing his favourite jumper. it was yours - he’d swear on it - but you were adamant that it belonged to him. it had, originally, as most of your jumpers were, been his. but he’d given it to you months ago, and you were still promising that you were going to return it one day. he hoped you didn’t.

you’d been stealing his clothes for as long as you two had been together, for the last four years he had bought every single shirt, jumper, jacket, with the knowledge that you would steal it. it made sense, in your earliest days, when the two of you were long distance. you’d arrive at his flat for a week with a half-packed suitcase, and you’d leave with nearly a drawer full of his sweaters. but even now that you lived ten minutes away, you still had a habit of nabbing his sweaters. he didn’t mind in the slightest, and most of the time he would offer up suggestions for articles of clothing you could take. you guys had been together for nearly five years, it felt weird for him to be territorial on his clothes, especially because you’d return them whenever he asked, the scent of your perfume mingling on the fabric. he absolutely loved seeing you so happy, and if you stealing a shirt or two did that then he was more than willing to comply.

or at least, he was usually. now, he was running late for a stream and he couldn’t find his grey jumper. he’d been tearing his bedroom apart piece by piece in an attempt to find it so he didn’t have to walk through the rain in just a t-shirt. he sighed and sat down on his bed, remembering that he gave it to you when he went over to your apartment earlier in the week. it had been five days since he’d seen you in person, and it was driving him crazy. he had planned to spend the night at your place after his stream though, and that was pulling him through. it was fine, he took a few deep breaths and went to go and find a jacket to wear, already pulling up twitter to post the stream would be ten or so minutes late. he remembered to tweet out about his late stream, but he hadn’t remembered to text you to tell you that he would be late coming over. you’d organised for seven, which gave him nearly three hours of streaming time, and he assured you that he wouldn’t be going for that long. he ended up jumping on a call with some other people while he played, though, and that completely distracted him. leaving the office at eight, he had his phone on speaker as he tried to order an uber and call you at the same time. he was exhausted, and of course he wanted to see you and spend time with his favourite girl, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to reach your house without falling asleep, and being more social sounded like torture.

his jacket was rough against his arms, and he remembered suddenly about the jumper. your call timed out and he finished ordering the uber for his own flat, moving to text you and tell you he didn’t feel up to hanging out.

he opened your message history, and was hit with a message from you from half-past six, over an hour and a half ago. hi wil, you’d opened with, and he softened, knowing his annoyance didn’t really mean anything. my neighbours are being really loud, so do you mind if we meet at your place? can’t wait to see you. there was another two, each sent half an hour apart, a second one apologising for messaging while he was streaming, and a third saying, hi i let myself in i hope that’s okay. are you almost home? your most recent message was nearing forty-five minutes ago, and he cursed under his breath, cancelling the uber knowing it would be faster for him to walk than wait.

he reached his apartment out of breath and cold, and he couldn’t wait to collapse into bed. he still got to see you, and hopefully your smile would be enough to rid himself of any residual annoyance he held towards you.

he dropped his guitar case on the floor in the living room, calling out your name. “lovely? you still here?”

he heard a crash from the kitchen and took his coat off, slinging it over the arm of the couch. “hang on!”

he had a headache, and he massaged his temple as he made his way into the kitchen. you brightened the second he arrived, all but running into his arms. “hi, darling,” he needed alone time. he loved you, of course he loved. you were one of the most important people in his entire life, he absolutely adored you. but right now, he craved being by himself. you were here though, so he wasn’t going to make that your problem.

“hi, wil! sorry about the mess!” you smiled up at him. “i thought i’d make food? are you hungry?”

he shook his head. “no, you’re alright. want any help?” this time it was you who shook your head, and he kissed your temple before going to sit down on the couch, closing his eyes. you’d eat, and then you guys would be able to go to bed, and when he woke up in the morning you would be there, and he’d get to take you out for breakfast and spend the entire day with you. he just needed rest.

there was something you needed, and it was on the top shelf. you didn’t want to bother wilbur, he’d just got home, you could do it yourself. wilbur was much taller than you, so to get to his top shelf you would have to climb up on the counter. you’d be alright, you didn’t need to stand up or anything, just kneeling on the bench would be fine. you got up there with ease, but wilbur came through the doorway right as you started reaching. “what are you doing?” he’d been too loud, he knew that instantly, you jumped, and he had to rush forward and stop you from falling off the counter. “what on earth are you on the counter for?”

“i was trying to reach the bowl,” you said quietly. he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“why didn’t you come get me?”

he helped you down. “i’m sorry, wil. didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted. he felt a flash of annoyance, and then kicked himself for it. you were never a bother, not even when he was exhausted.

“you should have asked for help.” he said simply. “do you need anything else?”

you smiled up at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to return it. “do you wanna watch a movie? i’ve been hearing good things about this one new one, here let me-”

“stop,” he breathed out. “i’m exhausted, and i just want to be alone, and you’re here, in my kitchen crashing around and almost hurting yourself! i can’t do this right now?”

your smile ebbed, and you took a step back. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“because i didn’t want to upset you,” he sighed out, running a hand through his hair. “i just can’t do this tonight,”

“you invited me-”

“you invited yourself!” he wasn’t yelling, no, he had enough patience to not be yelling at you, but his voice was raised. “i didn’t invite you over to my house into my kitchen, to wear my sweaters.”

you’d been together for half a decade. neither of you needed an invitation, you both knew that. wilbur had given you a key because he wanted you to let yourself in whenever you needed. he’d spent entire days in your flat without you there while you were away. this had never been an issue before, and he made sure you knew that.

you stood still for a moment before reaching down and pulling off the jumper of his he’d been looking for, leaving you in a black long sleeved shirt underneath. you tossed it to him. “because you never thought to call me and let me know you’d be late. by over an hour.” you were quiet, quieter than you usually were. your voice was loud, and bright and he revelled in it, soaking up every little comment you made, every “i love you,” every giggle, he adored it.

“because not everything i do has to do with you,” he was verging on cruel, and he knew it. “i had a long day at work, and i just want to be alone, but you’re here. so i have to cater to you.”

you didn’t reply, just brushing past him, with a soft “sorry” as your arm brushed his. you grabbed your stuff and left in silence, deciding on walking home.

he rested his forehead against the closest surface - the fridge - and swore under his breath. he was still holding your jumper, and he brought it up to his face, burying his nose in it. it smelled like lavender.

he fished his phone out to call you as he retook his place on the couch, cheek still pressing into the jumper. it was soft. he loved it. he loved you. he was such an asshole.

he called. you ignored him. he called again, three times. four times over the half an hour until he knew you were home and he knew you were ignoring him. his headache had increased, and all he wanted was for you to be resting in his lap, drinking you in while you watched your movie. he opened his phone again, not to call you this time, but instead to order an uber for your place. god, they were probably making so much money off him tonight but if he had to walk the entire way to your house, he’d collapse of exhaustion. he was there within fifteen minutes, thankfully this driver not getting him lost, and he payed with one hand as he bounded up the stairs with the other. he brought out his keys on autopilot and then remembered what he’d said, putting them down to knock on your door instead.

“darling!” this time he was yelling. he didn’t care though, he needed you to hear him. it took three more times knocking and five more yelled pet names before you opened the door. your eyes were red, and you had changed into softer clothes, these ones all belonging to you. “i’m so sorry,” the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop them. “i’m sorry i got angry, i’ve been so tired recently and that’s not your fault nor your problem, but i took it out on you and you don’t deserve that, lovely.”

“i didn’t want to bother you,” you said softly, voice barely above a whisper. he took a step closer to you hesitantly, and when you didn’t step back he wrapped his arms around you.

“you’re never a bother,” he said, voice pouring with affection to make up for his thoughts betraying him earlier. “i love you more than anything. i’m sorry i didn’t show you that tonight,”

“i’m sorry for going in without you telling me,” you said.

he shook his head vehemently. “i gave you a key, lovely. i gave you a key because any space with you is better than one without.” he took your face in his hands and made you look at him as he spoke, trying to get you to absorb every word he was saying. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you, and i can’t do that if you can’t get into my house.”

you looked like you were about to start crying again, and he kissed you gently. “i’m sorry,”

“don’t be sorry,” he assured you. “just let me in? i want to watch a movie with you.” your smile came back, if only slightly, and he knew he was making progress. you brightened up every room you were in, and even if you were a little loud, and too bubbly, and you stole his sweaters, he wouldn’t want you to be any different. he kissed you again, slowly and gently and when he pulled back your eyes were sparkling. “lovely?” you hummed to show you were listening. “when we get a place together, promise you won’t climb on the counters?”

“i don’t know if i can commit to that,” you said, laughing softly. “but i’ll see what i can do.”

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[modelbus]

Sorry if this is confusing this is the first request I ever made.

I was wondering if you could do a Wilbur soot x fem or gn reader (romantic)

Where it’s the like the very beginning of the relationship and you’re helping him model for his next merch drop then he sees you in the merch and his is like “OoOooHhhhHH mY GOodnESS I WANt tO maRrY You!!”

This would 100% happen and nobody can convince me otherwise.

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (romantic)

My Merch

"You are the best for doing this." Are the first words out of Wilbur's mouth when you show up at his flat. He's grinning at you, leaning on his doorframe.

"You can always show your gratitude by giving me free merch." You answer, ducking under his arm to enter. He laughs, shutting the door and following you into his living room area.

"As if you weren't going to get free merch just for being my girlfriend."

You shrug, secretly thrilled at hearing him call you that. He hasn't been your official boyfriend for too long, so just hearing that gives you butterflies. It feels like love.

"What's the plan?"

Wilbur had texted you exactly twenty-four minutes ago panicking about not having a female model for his merch. Being the only one who actually thinks logically in your relationship, you volunteered to model with him. It'd be fun!

"I have a blank wall and a phone camera, so that should be good enough. Photoshop exists for a reason, and I'm still logged into Tommy's account he uses for thumbnails."

"If it works." You shrug.

"It should. Thank you so fucking much for this. You have no idea how much it means to me."

"I wasn't doing anything, why not be with you?"

His grin widens, cheeks dusting a light pink. "Okay. You can change in my room, I put the merch in there. Just dig through the piles until you find your size, they aren't organized at all."

"Of course they aren't." You sigh.

"I was a bit busy panicking to organize them all!" He defends himself.

For some reason that makes you laugh, heading into his room and softly shutting the door. Sure enough, there are four large piles of different merch near his closet. Statistically speaking, your size couldn't be too hard to find.

Luck is on your side because you find your size in everything fairly quickly. He didn't tell you which one to wear first so you just grab the one closest to you and throw it on. Pausing momentarily to fix your hair in the mirror on his wall, you head out to him.

"Walking down the runway is I, Wilbur Soot's personal merch model." You joke, doing a little twirl at the end of the hallway to show off the sweater.

Wilbur's eyes are wide, staring at you. He's silent for far too long, not even seeming to be having a coherent thought.

"Wil?" You ask, a little confused. "What's wrong?"

"You look stunning." He blurts out. "Wow. I need to kiss you, like, right now."

Relieved, you laugh and walk up to him. He doesn't seem to be moving any time soon with how he's still staring at you.

You loop your arms around his neck and his instinctively go around your waist. When you lean up, he tilts his head down to meet your lips in a long kiss.

"You're getting five hundred pieces of my merch." He swears when you pull away.

"I look that good, huh?" You tease.

"Yes," Wilbur answers seriously. "Fucking- yes."

Taken off guard, your lips part in surprise. You didn't expect him to answer so quickly, and certainly not so reverently. He takes his chance to kiss you again.

"Are you going to take any photos or just kiss me the entire time? Not that I'm complaining."

"Who says I can't do both?" He asks. “You know I love you, right?”

Although you’re not exactly sure where he’s going with this, it still makes you feel like a little kid with a crush.

“And I love you.” You respond, fully meaning it.

“Remember that in a year or two for me.”

“What?” He smiles at you in response. “Wait, what does that mean?!”

“Photo time!”

“Wilbur!”

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[allywritesforfun]

Ayup, hope you’re good! Can you do a cc!Wilbur with a fem!reader being all cuddly and fluffy during the middle of the night and both of them being in bed wanting to go to sleep and falling asleep together? Or the reader falls asleep first while Wilbur looks at her and runs his fingers through her hair? Thank you, you’re an amazing writer! Have a nice day!

eeeeek! I love this thank you for the request <3

{Re-Synced} Wilbur Soot x Reader

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 969

trigger warning: sleep deprivation

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“Please, love,” Wilbur begged you, poking at your side. “Just one more-ahyawwn-episode. It’s only half an hour, it won't take that long.”

You sat between Wilbur’s legs with your back pushed up against his chest. You and Wilbur’s sleep schedules have been completely opposite of each other. You two decided to dedicate the last two days to resyncing your sleep schedule so that you would have more time with one another.

You turned your head away from him and peered at the alarm clock. 9:09 pm. You only needed an hour more of being awake to be able to be resynced. You huffed out and nodded, “I don't think I’ll be able to stay up that long…”

Wilbur dipped his head down against your shoulder, pressing his lips to it, “I know, I know. I wanna go to sleep too. Just one more episode, that’s all. Half an hour early can't kill us.” He brought his hand to the side of your face, brushing it away before pecking the back of your cheek in an attempt to convince you.

You smiled and felt your neck turn hot. Wilbur was his most cuddliest when he was sleepy. His acts of love were not new, but this was the first time he was using them to get you to stay up. Normally, he would have to kiss and cuddle you to sleep, but not this time.

“Just one more,” You whispered. You tried leaning forward to hit ‘play’ on your laptop, but Wilbur’s arm around your waist held you in place. Instead, he took his hand out of your hair and clicked the button for you.

“I was just about to do that,” You told him.

“I know,” Wilbur replied. “I just like doing things for you.”

You breathed out a laugh, “Of course you do, Simpbur.”

The next episode played while you did your best to stay awake, but Wilbur made it near impossible. He entangled his legs with yours, making sure that you wouldn't slip away from him, but this only brought you closer to him. His body heat radiated and made you feel like you were at home. He was able to rub your legs from your side, all the way down to below your knee. It felt like your utopia. His hands were gentle, yet he added some pressure to make it feel possessive.

Wilbur could never get enough of you. He loved having you in his arms, and you loved being in them. His motions started to slow, eventually stopping. You felt his head fall onto your shoulder, leaning into your cheek.

“Wil?” You hummed, nudging him slightly. “Don't tell me you fell asleep, we’re not even ten minutes into this episode!”

“Hm?” He lifted his head, keeping his eyes shut. “I'm awake, don't worry.”

“No you’re not,” You pointed out softly. You cupped his cheek with your hand and rubbed his cheek bone. He melted into your touch.

“I think it’s time for bed…” He groaned out. “I just wanna go to sleep with you.”

You let your hand fall from his cheek and moved your laptop off your lap. You pushed it near the end of the bed on your side where you knew it wouldn't fall off. “Only if you cuddle me,” You offered.

Wilbur nodded into your shoulder, still a little drowsy from briefly falling asleep. You placed a single finger under his chin, lifting it so that you could lock your lips with his. He tried to kiss you back with what little energy he had left, but he was basically motionless. You smiled as you pulled away from his soft lips. He kept his eyes shut and let go of your waist. You scooted forward and shifted yourself until Wilbur was able to grab the pillows that he had propped up behind him and place them down on the bed. He scooted down, keeping his legs wrapped around yours. You followed his lead until he settled down.

You propped yourself up besides him, admiring how he was perfectly balanced on the edge of being awake and dreaming. You blushed at the way his hands searched for you, trying to get you to lay down with him. You rubbed his cheek with your hand for a second before dragging it up his neck and into his hair.

You twirled his locks between your fingers. This caused Wilbur to look up at you. He seemed to have woken up a little more from the action. “That feels so nice,” He praised.

You curled your fingers so that your nails would slightly scratch his head. He instantly closed his eyes and threw his head back. “Who’s sleeping now?” You teased him.

“I am soooo in love with you,” He sleepy confessed.

“I know you are,” You replied.

Wilbur slung his arm around your back and pushed you into him. He squeezed you as much into him as he could. You readjusted yourself so that you had your head against his shoulder and hands pawing at his chest.

“Go to sleep, love,” He whispered into your ear and kissing your forehead. “You don't need to wait for me.”

“But you look so cute when you sleep,” You told him. “I can't miss out on opportunities like that!”

He wrapped the arm that you were laying on over your shoulder, rubbing up and down your arm, “Now that we’re synced up, you can save that for another day. Right now all I want is for you to fall asleep with me.”

“Okay,” You leaned up and kissed his jaw. He hummed in response and grabbed your hand, pressing his lips to it before placing his chin above your head and snuggling into you. “Goodnight, Wilbur,” You told him, but he was already fast asleep.

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[struggling-with-time]

Why did it have to be Him? [George x reader]

Paring: cc!Georgenotfound x Fem!reader (platonic) (cc!Wilbur Soot x Fem!reader)

Summary: You're George's friend, who he is very much in love with, but you are dating Wilbur.

Warnings: Angst, sour!George

Words: 1.7K

Masterlist: George's Masterlist - Wilbur's Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: Heavily inspired by Him by James Marriott. Please request if you have any ideas. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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George opens the door and greets her with a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” She returns his wide smile, god she looks happy. It makes him want to frown, but he doesn’t at least not as long as she’s looking.

“Thank you for inviting us!” She tells him as she hands George a bottle of wine. It’s the cheap brand they used to share when they were both younger. He laughs slightly when he notices.

“Of course, you’re always welcome.” He tells her as she passes him by. He watches as she hangs her coat. He follows her with his eyes as she moves along the hallway.

“Eh-hem.” A cough brings George back to the person she brought with her.

Wilbur.

“Oh.” George tries not to let his face fall. But a change is more than noticeable to the man in front of him. “She brought you. Well, come in.”

And like that his host face is back on, ever the charmer with the famous pretty privilege. George turns away from Wilbur heading back up the stairs.

“You coming, Wilbur?” He calls after the taller lad.

George waves a quick hand to his guest, before heading to the kitchen. Knowing he’ll find her there, and he can put the wine away.

He sees her immediately, her head looking into his fridge searching for a drink. George walks over and puts a hand on the fridge door. Making her look up at him.

God, why does she have to look so innocent?

“Soo…” He trails off.

“Soo…” She replies.

“Wilbur huh?”

She slams the fridge door, making George pull his hands up in a defensive position.

“We are not having this conversation again George.” She rolls her eyes. She lets out a sigh. Then she takes the bottle of cheap wine from his hand and reopens the fridge to put it away.

“I was just going to ask if you have been any places lately?”

She huffs at his question, an eyeroll just in sight, but not present.

“We have. Thank you for asking.”

George smiles at her response. He reaches over the counter to take a bag of crisp.

“And that didn’t happen to be the arcade, did it now?” He opens the bag, ignoring the eyeroll that she is finally giving into.

“And what if it did?”

George offers her the bag, and she takes a handful.

“I’m just saying, we both know what happens after the arcade. Then it’s the beach trip.” He watches her carefully. “Then a fancy dinner.” She eats a chip. “Then the short camping trip.” She winces. Got her. “Then the promise to meet his parents.” She tugs her arms closer to herself. “And then the inevitable excuse about him either not having time, being in the right mental state or…” George trails off.

“George c’mon he’s your friend. Don’t talk about him like that.” She dusts her hands off from the crisp dust and picks up the drink she settled on.

“So, there is no reason you have been looking for camping gear I take it.”

She brushes past him on the way out of the kitchen.

“You disappoint me!” George calls after her, as they join the others in the living room.

She sits down beside Wilbur, and George nearly scoffs at the way Wilbur is sitting. He’s the tallest in the room, and he sure knows it.

Pretentious fucker.

Why did he have to introduce the two of them? Why did George have to be the one to lead his friend down that path? Why did he have to absolute watch the girl he’s head over heels with fall for another guy? And why did it have to be him? Why of all people did it have to be fucking Wilbur?

Wilbur throws an arm over her, but he doesn’t even look at her. George is. George is the one looking at her. Not him.

It takes George under one drink to want to rip Wilbur’s arm off. But it takes the rest of it to calm him down. This is why it isn’t you. George reminds himself.

Wilbur starts talking about his future and his plans for said future. His plans. And how she fits into them. George seethes at the thought. She only fits into his grand scheme of things as an afterthought, an add on. An accessory. The guy is a prick. But an ambitious and successful one at that too.

George excuses himself. A lie about needing more to drink, despite everyone clearly watching him descend the hallway and stairs to the outside. Not the kitchen.

He grabs his jacket, throws it on and opens the front door, letting the heat seep out and into the cold February night.

Against his better judgement, George takes a seat on the steps leading to his door. He pats his sides down, feeling the box against his hand. He fishes it out.

It’s a box of cigarettes, he knows he shouldn’t. But honestly, there is a lot of things he shouldn’t do in the world, yet he still does them. And thus, the logic applies to this situation too.

“You need a lighter for that?”

George snaps back around to look at the doorway. There she stands in all her glory. Illuminated by the soft light of the indoors. George blinks, savouring the moment, remembering it for the days she isn’t around.

She turns around for a moment, throwing her own jacket over herself, and fishes a lighter out. She hands it to George.

He lights his cigarette.

She hovers her hand over his package.

He nods.

She takes one.

George hands the lighter back to her, and there they sit. Two friends. One so in love with the other it’s laughable. The other so alienated by that thought alone. Two strangers.

The chill air hugging them close, letting them huddle into themselves in hopes of fighting against the cold. A losing battle.

But neither moves.

However, she talks.

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

George looks at her, she’s already looking at him.

“I can only say the same to you.”

“Touché.”

And like that the subject is left hanging. Last year they would have confronted each other about the bad habit. But that is last year, and so many things have changed.

“I didn’t think I would come down here again you know.” She tells him. “Not after the new year’s party.”

Ah, the new year’s party. The one George hosted. The one where he got into a shouting match with Wilbur. The one that ended with him losing a long-time friend, and a sort of co-worker turned friend.

“Not your finest moment.” She smiles at the absurdity of the memory. George hates it. Because for him it was the moment, he realised she would never see him the way she sees Wilbur. Or any other guy for that matter.

But what irks him the most, is that Wilbur was the one who made him reach the conclusion. That Wilbur, of all people, made him come to terms with his feelings.

“Not my finest moment.” George agrees. Or admits? He isn’t completely sure which it is, but it’s there for the night to welcome, and the night does.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I was disappointed in you.” He looks at her, she turns her head away.

“I know George.”

“I didn’t take you for being someone who falls for the bullshit he spews.”

She doesn’t say anything, he knows she should. So does she.

“And where are you gonna end up when you break up? The muse for his next song.” George snorts. It’s harsh, but he’s right.

“You don’t have to be a dick about it.” She snaps at him.

“I don’t.”

The night falls silent once again. The only sound coming from their staggered breaths.

George trashes the last of his cigarette bud against the front steps. She looks at his hand, then at him.

“Why did it have to be him?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Why did it have to be Wilbur of all people?”

“… I don’t know.”

“Please, anything. Just any reason. I get it’ll never be me. But why did it have to be him?”

She flickers her own cigarette away, following that with her eyes now instead of George.

“Out of everyone you could have had, why did it have to be him?”

Her eyes are back on George, he can see the way she’s clearly trying to muster up a response that will satisfy him. Yet he can’t help to keep pressing on.

“Was it because when you looked at him, he thought he could be so much more than me?”

It was no secret, ever since she had started seeing Wilbur. After George himself had introduced the two, George and Wilbur had sized each other up, at every single chance they got. From view counts on twitch, to subs on YouTube, to financial gains, to arcade games. Anything they could compete in, the two had had a sudden interest in beating each other.

“Was it because he wasn’t me?”

Her breath hitches.

George Freezes.

She scrambles.

George watches.

She’s standing.

George sitting.

They wait.

“I think it’s time I leave.”

George swallows.

She nods to herself. Before repeating. “It’s time we leave.”

Before George knows, her phone is out of her pocket. A number dialled, and steps are coming down the stairs.

Wilbur has arrived. He looks down at the single cigarette bud beside George. Then he looks at George.

“You know those kill right? It’s a bad habit.”

But George doesn’t listen, he barely ever does anymore when the guy opens his mouth. Instead, he does what he does best. He watches. He watches her. He watches her as she grabs Wilbur’s hand. He watches her, as they become them. And he watches them, as they disappear down the street.

While George says he’s disappointed in her.

George is only disappointed in himself.

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