#clinic!wilbur x reader

[heartofwritiing]

Safe with you

paring: (siren) clinic!wilbur x fem!civilian!reader

summary: reader does stupid things to get siren’s attention.

author’s note: I am completely obsessed with siren. every couple months he works his way back into my brain and takes over. this is a little darker than my usual stuff so feel free to skip it, I just felt like trying to write something different for once. this is so shit. i found this in my drafts from a few months ago. i needed to post something so, throwing this at you enjoyyy 🫠

warnings: please read the warnings before reading. reckless regard for safety, suggestive content, unhealthy obsession, alcohol, stalker behavior (both reader and siren) no spoilers for the fic if you haven’t read it, if I forgot anything let me know, unedited!

You knew it was wrong, so, so wrong. He was a villain, a terrible person in every way. but the small voice in the back of your brain told you otherwise. You couldn’t deny the pang in your heart that told you the opposite. For once your heart and brain were getting along on one subject.

It was late on a Saturday night. People on the upper east side of the city were out after another exhausting week of work. Getting drunk, laid, whatever.

Only a month ago it was a night like this you met him.

Wandering home late from a company party with coworkers at a bar. It was stupid to walk home alone, especially in this city. With all the criminals running rampant, and the heroes and villains getting into public brawls that caused city-wide damage, it was a wonder why anyone still lived in L’manberg. For many people, it was home, including yours. You never imagined living anywhere else, you grew up in this city, and it was all you knew.

A man had followed you for two blocks and you only noticed when you could hear his footsteps padding behind you. You had never been so scared of what this person might do to you. Trying to lose him by turning down a busy street, then getting turned around and ending up in an alleyway. The man had cornered you against the wall of one of the buildings.

Then he was being yanked away from you roughly. Another figure had appeared, dragging the man away from you before he could do anything. Scrambling away and mumbling incoherent words, he didn’t even look back twice. He ran and disappeared around the corner.

Allowing a shaking breath to pass your lips in relief, you began to thank whoever your savorer was when you finally got a look. He was tall, he dawned a dark trench coat and fingerless gloves. You caught the eye of the dark blue bandana that covered his eyes and it clicked in your brain. After watching countless news broadcasts it became clear and unmistakable who he was.

Siren.

Part of the supervillain group known as the syndicate, he was the most feared apart from The Blade and Zephyrus. The ability to control minds made him unpredictable. Unexplainably, he didn't seem to frighten you like the man who was following you. Siren's odd behavior fascinated you to a degree that since then almost every night you've skipped taking the bus and chosen to walk home alone in the dark. Determined to find him. It was foolish despite something inside giving you a rush to see him again.

For two weeks, you waited for him to show up and help you in dangerous situations. You got into trouble two more times, but each time you saw him, you felt better because you knew he would be there for you.

Tonight was no different. You had purposely gone into the bar with a mission to find the sketchiest man you could. Luckily, you didn’t have to look very far since there were creeps everywhere in this bar already giving you stares, licking their lips like you were an object, something they could take. It made your stomach turn, but you sat down two seats away from one guy who was drinking what looked like a rum and coke.

He eyed you up and down, his gaze lingering on your legs. You internally grimaced but kept your act up of seeming like you liked this man's attention. You ordered a drink and began to sip it slowly through the straw when a presence sat beside you.

A knowing smirk pulled at your lips, the plan worked.

after a about a minute of chatting the stranger put his hand on your thigh. bold move.

“what do you say we get out of here?”

So you pay for your drink, slip out the door with the stranger, taking off down the road as he pulls you into a dimly lit alley way.

He presses you against the rough wall of the building, hot breath fanning across your neck as he leans in. It makes bile rise in your throat the reeking smell of rum lingering on his tongue. He tries to whisper something seductive in your ear, it doesn’t even come close to being sexy. His words slur and his hands wander down your body.

Before you could try to push him off, he’s being yanked away in the blink of an eye and shoved to the opposite building wall with a grunt.

A tall figure stands tall over the stranger, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“We just keep meeting like this, don’t we sweetheart?”

Siren had the man from the bar pinned up against the opposite wall with a hand wrapped around his throat. You could practically see the creep's face shade growing purple by the second, Siren's knuckles white with his grip tightening, all while giving you a sickly sweet smirk that made your knees buckle.

The man from the bar was still struggling to breathe as you and Siren had your little exchange. You had completely forgotten his existence until he made a strangled noise. Your eye shifted over to him before they moved back to Sirren again.

"Please, don't hurt him, he didn't get the chance to do anything."

Without even looking away from your gaze Siren released the man as he slumped to the floor clutching his throat, sputtering out coughs. The guy had taken off before you could even blink.

Siren inched closer to you with a swaggering step that made your breath hitch. You could make out his features faintly through the glow of the street light casting against his jaw, handsome, just as you remembered him. Taking him in as he towered over you. His hair was longer than the last time you saw him, and a scar was healing over his cheek. No doubt from the fight two nights ago with him and Dream that was broadcasted on the news. Still, he was as handsome as ever.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to.” Siren's voice modulator makes his voice sound rough almost like he was warning you.

Your heart pounded in your ears, mainly from the adrenaline and anticipation of seeing him again, you swallowed and tried to keep your breathing steady.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you tried to play it coy, but he could probably tell if you were bullshitting.

“Don’t play dumb, you think I didn’t notice all those times I found you in a situation you couldn't get yourself out of was by accident? I know you’ve been looking for me, sweetheart.”

How would he have known?... unless.

"Have you been following me?" your voice sounding annoyed.

Siren scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief at your words.

"If you think I have time to babysit, then you clearly have no idea what really goes on in this city after dark."

"that still doesn't answer my question."

His lips were thin.

"let's just say I've kept an eye on you." he says. "weren't sure if you were hired by the heroes committee to find out information for a while, but turns out you're just a civilian with a death wish."

It seems like he was talking down to you and treating you as if you were a child. Maybe for good reason. He should turn around, and leave you in this ally like he did last time. However, there seems to be a force preventing him from moving away from standing just a few inches away from you.

“I mean what are you thinking? Don’t you know how stupid it is to get yourself into trouble like this? you could get hurt, or even worse end up dead.” his words are sharp. "There are other villains out there that would take advantage of you sweetheart, and I don't say that lightly."

He was right. You were this fucking dumb. All to get the attention of a supervillain.

“I wanted to see you again.”

You can’t see his eyes due to the fabric covering but you’re sure he’s blinking at you in surprise. His mouth parted in shock, like a fish out of water before his lips hardened into a snarl again. Never once had you noticed him falter like that. Even for a moment.

He leaned over you before he spoke.

“Forget about me. Go back to your civilian life and stop trying to find me.”

Your eyes narrow at him. Pushing away from the wall to stride towards him until you're tilting up to try and be level with him, but his tall height makes that challenging.

“Don’t you think I’ve tried? I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever since you saved me all those weeks ago. I couldn’t understand why,” you took a step closer. Siren wanted to back away, but something was keeping his feet glued to his position. “why, would a villain of all people help someone like me? maybe, I am dumb, maybe I'm insane for thinking all those times you helped me you actually cared about me in some sick twisted way."

You can feel his hard stare under the mask. He says nothing as you go on your tangent. Your breath heaving, tears streaming down your face. Maybe it was better before you knew him. At least you wouldn't feel pathetic for crying over someone who disregarded you as nothing more than a fool with misconceptions.

"I'm sorry I burdened you with my stupidity. I was delusional to ever think a person like you could ever change.”

“A person like me?” his tone was challenging.

He looms over you walking closer until your pressed back against the wall, trapped.

“You don’t understand what a person like me has to do in order to survive.” he spits.

Pushing off your toes, you grip the back of his neck and pull him into a searing kiss. You just had to know what he tasted like. Shocked, Siren didn't move. Your soft lips pressed to his, your hands threading through his hair made him lean into you. He couldn't deny how intoxicating you were.

Practically throwing yourself at him. Your hands carded through his soft curly locks, slipping under his silk bandana almost uncovering his eyes. Siren didn’t care in the moment. He kissed you back with just as much frustration and passion. His hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer as he groaned into your mouth when you parted your lips to let him in. The taste of him had you reeling and seeing stars. Everything you had yearned for since the moment he saved you all those months ago.

When he had separated himself from you, disconnecting your lips you couldn’t breathe.

When you finally open your eyes in a flash he was gone.

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[poraphia]

Maybe the soap opera drama has a tight grip on my braincells BUT

imagine siren with a love interest who keeps. Getting. Into. Bad. Relationships.

not BAD bad relationships, just— people that are kind of pricks. One guy accidentally leaves the door open and their cats escape (and he doesn’t give a single fuck, just keeps watching tv and when the reader comes home from work he’s like “oh yeah ur cats escaped a few hours ago”), another never shows up on dates, one is just an arrogant prick, the other is boring as hell and has nothing in common with the reader——

Just

that must STING for siren. Like—— he’s right there????? He’d never think that he would be ENTITLED to a relationship with the reader, NEVER— but why can’t he be your type??

10/10 angst for him id say

he can’t even convince himself that he would be BETTER for the reader because he’s a villain

idk

"i found your cat, not him."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!siren!wilbur x civilian!taken!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.17.23 | 3631 words

➵ CONTAINING! jealous wilbur, reader has a cat, reader has a bf, jester talking some sense into siren, heartbroken wilbur

➵ SAYING! this took some days to work on but look! it’s finally done! i had a lot of ups and downs and probably switched up the plot a couple times but here it is :D thank uuu @listenheresweaty for suggesting this honestly i was thinking about writing this the moment u suggested it and now i have free time so yippie. hope yall enjoy :D

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(y/n) had a reputation to have a terrible taste in partners. Whether it be a girlfriend that refused to take them on a date and made (y/n) plan all of the dates out, or the boyfriend they had now, who “accidentally” left the door open, letting their cat escape. Wilbur watched from the window as the desperate (y/n) approached any passerby, showing a picture of their feline, just to have any sort of direction as to where it might be.

Wilbur wasn’t a hero of any sorts. The clothes on his back were purchased with money robbed from the bank down the street, and the laptop he was using to do his work on was stolen from some tech store in the mall. And don’t even get him started on his body count that could fill a graveyard. His powers were venom dripping from his tongue, and he was nothing but a snake.

So what made Wil get up from his seat to tap the shoulder of a helpless (y/n)?

Maybe because this person was an interest of Wil’s for quite some time now. From seeing them inside the coffee shop from time to time, to even catching the glimpse of the back of their head as they boarded the bus— It was like this person was meant to be in Wil’s life. Though he just never had the excuse to go up to them. So instead, for weeks now, he has been admiring this person from afar, seeking for some type of opportunity to spark up a conversation.

“Hey.. Are you alright?” He asked. (y/n) turned around, a little out of breath from quickly speaking to anyone who approached them.

“Y-Yeah— no! No..” She sighed, breathlessly. They slumped against a nearby wall, almost defeated. “I— I lost my cat. She’s this sweet white ragdoll with a pink collar and big black eyes. My boyfriend left the door open and she just snuck right out! He said the cat’s been gone for a while now and he didn’t even bother helping.” They trailed off. “I know she’s here somewhere.. I don’t know..” They buried their face into their hands, frustrated with themself.

Wilbur looked at them with a tilted head and puffed up cheeks. Despite this being a stranger, he couldn’t help but feel a panging guilt in his chest. “Hey,” He placed a hand on their shoulder. “I think I might be able to find her.”

“..You think so?” They responded in a meek voice.

“I’m sure..” He replied in a gentle tone. “I usually work like really late in the city. Maybe I could find her on my way home? Just give me some form of communication and a picture and I’m sure I can find her.” He smiled reassuringly. (y/n)’s head perked up, and suddenly their face was beaming with hope. It was a look Wilbur wished he could screenshot with his eyes and keep it in his mind gallery.

“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me.” They gleamed. “Hold on— Let me give you my phone number. What was your name again?”

Something about this question made Wil freeze up a little. This complete stranger, telling him that he’s a good person, is also asking for his name? I mean, it’s not like its the first time someone asked his name. But being asked in such a kind and polite way, it almost took him back to when he first met Phil.

He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Wilbur,” He finally said. “Call me Wil.”

After exchanging contact information they parted their separate ways. Wil decided to pack up his stuff and head back home. He took the train to his neighborhood and spent the whole ride staring at this picture of (y/n) with their cat he learned was named “Anvil.”

The picture was a selfie taken by (y/n) with Anvil pressing her fluffy face against her owner’s soft skin. It was a cute sentiment captured by their phone camera, and Wilbur knew it was a treasured picture of theirs. He took the time to admire the cat’s features. It had a mess of white fur, and would definitely stick out like a sore thumb in the midnight dark. The train came to a halt as it had arrived to Wil’s destination. It didn’t take but a fifteen minute to arrive home.

Wilbur inserted the keys into the doorknob before pushing the door open. He kicked the door behind him closed as he placed his coat and shoes by the shoe cabinet and dresser.

“Hey, Wil,” Phil called from the kitchen.

“Hey, dad.” He shouted back. Wil threw his bag onto the couch before sliding against the sleek wooden floor to the entrance of the kitchen. Phil’s wings were loosely hanging behind him as the man stir fried some ingredients into a wok. “What’s for dinner?” Wil asked.

“Oh, just some fried rice.” Phil shrugged. “Whatcha do today? Hang out at the cafe?”

“Ah, yeah, pretty much.” Wil said, leaning against the fridge. “I, uh, met someone today.”

“Oh?” Phil said, raising an eyebrow. “Someone, you say?”

“What— Hey! It’s not like that..” Wil rolled his eyes while crossing his arms. However that wasn’t enough to convince Phil.

“Well if you say so.” Phil smirked. “So, what happened?”

Wil turned around and grabbed a glass from the cabinet before pouring himself a glass of ice cold water. He took a sip before speaking. “Well, there was this person and— I’m not quite sure what it was about them but.. They had lost their cat, and I felt really bad, so I offered to help them. They sounded so kind and stuff, but like— Apparently their cat ran away because their stupid boyfriend decided to leave the door open?! And he didn’t ever bother to help—!” Wil took a deep breath before bringing the glass back to his lips.

“—Oi, what are you bitching about?” As if on queue, Tommy emerged from the stairs. His hair was a ruffled his mess and he stumbled a little as he walked as if he had just woken up.

“Oh, Wil is just upset about someone he just met losing their cat—” Phil tried to explain, but Wil was quick to butt in.

“They didn’t lose their cat! It was their damn boyfriend!” He corrected. “Like, for hours he even knew the cat escaped and he just let it happen?!”

“Uh oh, looks like big Wil over here is catching feelings!” Tommy snickered as he wrapped an arm around Wil’s neck.

“Ugh, stop—” Wil pushed him away, but Tommy was persistent with his teasing.

“Little Wilbur has a crushy wushy and will find that cat and propose to them OoOoOo!” Tommy chirped.

“—Dad! Tommy’s being a bitch!” Wil cried as he struggled to escape Tommy’s grasp. After enough pushing, Wil was able to shove Tommy away before forcing Tommy into a headlock.

“Hey! Agh— Get off me you big bastard!” Tommy exclaimed. But Wilbur stood firm as he restricted Tom’s limbs by embracing him tightly.

“Both of you stop playing in the kitchen! Now, go get Techno because the food is ready.” Phil ordered, sternly.

Reluctantly, Wil released his grip from Tommy. Tom rubbed his arms and gave a big side-eye look to Wil.

“Bitch.” Tom muttered.

“Tommy! Go!” Phil ordered again, leaving Wilbur a snickering mess as Tom did his walk of shame toward the steps.

After dinner with the Soots (and some convincing to the family that Wilbur was not in love with this stranger he had just met), Wil dressed in his disguise and entered the night as Siren, a profound villain known in L’manburg city. His first task at hand was to find Anvil in Eastside.

He sauntered through the night with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lurking the streets. The night was cold and quiet with only the hum of the streetlights occupying his ears. But his only goal was to listen to the sweet meow of a cat lost and frigid. Every alleyway he came across he made sure to go through it thoroughly, making sure that the cat wasn’t stuck in a garbage can or in a cardboard box.

“Fuck, where is this cat..?” Siren muttered under his breath. He began whistling, making any noise imaginable to summon the feline. To no avail, no cats came running his way. Instead, a rather confused Jester jumped down from a building and right in front of Siren.

“What.. Are you doing?” Jester asked. Though he was wearing his mask, Siren could already tell he was furrowing his eyebrows.

Siren scoffed before continuing to walk. “I’m looking for a cat.” He replied. “But I can’t find her anywhere. I’m supposed to get her before the morning so I can return it to its owner.”

Jester followed behind him, his hands behind his back. “And this is important because..?”

“I-It’s important to me!” Siren retaliated, but if anything, it made him seen more desperate.

Jester sighed before shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to impress someone.”

“I-I don’t know man.” Siren finally admitted, though he continued looking left and right in an attempt to find (y/n)’s cat.

“Siren, you know we can’t be doing this— y’know, trying to date and all of that. We’re villains. What do we do if they find out, and the whole syndicate is reported? Plus, you know how we are. We’re ‘evil.’” Jester made sure to put the last word into air quotes. “At least to society we are. We have to face the truth—”

Though Jester’s words were going one ear and out the other, some of them still stuck in Siren’s head. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Siren wanted to form a close bond with someone outside of the syndicate— I mean look at Tommy. He adjusted comfortably. But I guess this time it was different. This was a complete stranger that he met as a civilian, and now he was out as Siren looking for their cat! The more Siren thought about, the more he felt foolish.

Suddenly, a loud meow could be heard from an alleyway just to the left of Siren. Jester ceased his talking and looked at Siren, who was staring at Jester right back.

“Is that the—”

“Shhh..” Siren brought his finger to his lips to quiet down Jester. Slowly, Siren approached the alleyway with Jester steadily following behind him. Lo and behold was Anvil, perched on top of a cardboard box that sat right on top of a garbage can.

“How’re you going to get it?” Jester whispered.

“Just watch.” Siren cleared his throat. He picked up a spare cardboard box that was lying around and held it up near ground level for the cat to easily jump into. “Anvil, come and sit in this box.”

A moment of silence passes between the three of them as the cat laid comfortably in her seat, not planning to move anytime soon.

“Uh, was that supposed to do something?” Jester asked sarcastically. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What the.. Anvil, come here now!” I demanded once again. As if taunting me, the cat simply licked her paws in response. Jester couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

“Are you telling me your powers don’t work on cats?!” Jester gasped between laughs. “That’s fucking hilarious! Hopefully the Heroes won't find out about this one!”

“Shut up, dude!” Siren fussed at him. It took a bit for Jester to settle down his laughter with hands up out of protest.

“Sorry, sorry.. I just think it’s way too fucking funny.”

“Help me get this fucking cat, dude!” Siren exclaimed, clearly annoyed now. Siren turned around, now facing the cat again. He decided to kneel down to ground level with the box now on the floor.

Siren whistled to grab the feline’s attention. “C’mere, Anvil! Come here, buddy!” But the cat simply ignored the masked man.

“Hm, do you have a picture of the owner?” Jester asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah—” Siren took out his phone and tapped on a few things before pulling up the picture of (y/n) and Anvil. Siren looked at it one last time before showing the screen to Jester. He studied the face carefully, even grabbing the phone himself for him to examine.

Then with a simple head shake, Jester transformed his face into (y/n). It was an uncomfortable sight seeing their head on Jester’s body, but it definitely sparked the interest of Anvil.

“Come here, Anvil, come here!” Jester exclaimed as knelt down. Even his voice was near identical to (y/n). Obediently, the cat hopped off of the garbage can and into the arms of Jester, purring gingerly as she snuggled into his chest. I gave Jester an amused look as he smirked smugly.

“So, am I getting paid for this?” Jester asked as he carefully placed the feline into the box.

“To be fair, you volunteered to help. I didn’t ask.” Siren replied.

“Touche.”

Siren and Jester walked together until they were able to change into civilian clothes to avoid any conflict. It was important for Jester to maintain the face of (y/n) to keep the cat as calm as possible. Despite Siren knowing that it was just his friend and business associate under that form, he couldn’t help but stare at the face of (y/n). How their hair flowed as they walked and how their eyes glowed even under the moonlight. It felt too enchanting to even be real.

“Hey, you good bro?” Jester’s voice was the only thing to throw Siren out of his delusions.

“Yeah— yeah I’m fine.” Siren muttered, looking away. Jester rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Dude, what did I just say about getting attached to anyone?” Jester lectured once again.

“I— I know.” Siren replied defeatedly. “I know..”

“It’s dangerous for you, and whoever this—” Jester pointed as his own face. “—person you’re so infatuated with. It would be dangerous for not only you, but for them too. Imagine how much trouble they would be in knowing that they’re in relations with a supervillain.”

“I know, Jester!” Siren cried. The both of them stopped in their tracks. Even the cat laid still in it’s box. The midnight crickets filled the empty air between the two villains. “I get it— it’s too dangerous for me. It’s too dangerous for them. I’m evil. I’m going to put them in danger— I just— ugh!” Siren tilted his head back in frustration.

As he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back any bitter words he had the urge to say, Jester stood there and stared at him. It hurt even more seeing the person of interest saying these words to him. Jester quickly transformed back into his regular mask and placed a hand on Siren’s shoulder.

“Look man, I’m sorry..” Jester apologized. “I’m just worried about you, alright? Don’t want anything happening to you, especially what went down this past year.” Siren tilted his head back to look at him, and though his eyes were shielded, he could tell they were full of sincerity and reassurance.

“Yeah..” Siren voiced. “I guess I’m just tired. I don’t know. Let’s hurry home soon.”

“Alright.” Jester agreed.

The two were able to change out of their villain disguises in an abandoned warehouse without anyone noticing them. They then made their separate ways, leaving Wilbur and the cat in careful silence on walk home. Once Wil made it to the front door, he was careful in making up the steps to his room where he would keep the cat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone’s sleep considering that Phil and Techno were at a meeting and Tom could be quite the heavy sleeper.

Wil shut his bedroom door behind him and placed the cardboard box next to his closet. Though the cat was sound asleep now, he made sure to tuck in the feline with any spare blankets he had lying around before changing into his sleepwear and laying down in bed.

Wil pulled out his phone and texted (y/n).

Wilbur Hey, able to meet me at the cafe sometime tomorrow morning? I have you cat :)

Surprisingly, they responded.

(y/n) OMG really?! Thank you so much! I’ll see you tomorrow x

‘x’? Don’t those usually mean kisses? They probably just meant it in a friendly way. Or maybe they’re showing an interest in Wilbur? Nah, that can’t be possible. But what if? What if they’re interested in Wilbur?

Regardless of what (y/n) intended when they signed off with that little letter, Wilbur only slept a mere two hours.

The next day, Wil was ecstatic despite his lack of sleep. It was as if in a blink of eye he was in bed, but then the next moment he was scarfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with Anvil’s box in his arms.

After all this time, he finally was able to do some sort of action to get (y/n)’s attention. To finally place himself in their field of view, and maybe, just maybe, they would have some sort of interest toward him. The thought made Wilbur’s heart flutter, making him feel like his body lifted which each step he took.

Wil had finally made it to the cafe, and right on time for that matter too. The building was just up-ahead. Wilbur took a deep breath, his chest pounding from adrenaline, anxiousness, and maybe a bit of excitement sprinkled in there as well. He looked down at the cat, who was previously buried in a sheet. She was now looking up at the man with big beady eyes staring right back at him. The charm to her collar clinked as it waved side to side.

“Okay, Anvil, I’m gonna return you to your owner now, alright? I-I’m sure she’s missing you.” Though he was just simply talking to a cat, this was (y/n)’s cat. And he was returning (y/n)’s cat! He was! Not some other kind stranger, not her family, not even her dirtbag boyfriend. It was Wilbur who would be returning this cat. Without him, Anvil wouldn’t be safe and sound in someone capable to protect a feline from the treacherous night.

With a proud smile, Wil approached the cafe with confidence radiating off his strides.

This was it, he thought.

This was it.

But was it?

He looked in the window to locate (y/n), but instead he found a sight more displeasing. the sight made his heart drop and his knees weak, but it took all his strength and awareness that he was holding a cat to keep himself steady. (y/n) was huddled up next to what seemed to be their incompetent boyfriend. Their head leaned against his shoulder, but the boyfriend did not return the affection. Instead he sat with his hands both placed on his phone, seemingly playing some idle shooting game to occupy his absent mind.

It took (y/n) noticing that Wil was at the window for Wilbur to break out of his mind. Their face beamed at the sight of their cat, and immediately they got up and rushed out of the door to greet him and her feline.

“Anvil, sweetheart!” They exclaimed. The cat immediately perked her head to face her owner before jumping out of the box and into (y/n)’s arms. Wil smiled contently at the sight, however his brain felt all kinds of fuzzy. As if he wasn’t really there.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you, Wil, seriously!” Something about (y/n) saying his name made him wince. It felt like a hug before a stab in the chest. Regardless, he pushed through.

“Yeah, of course. I told you I would get her as soon as possible.” Wilbur said.

“You’re an actual lifesaver! I’m sorry if she put you through any trouble. Can I buy you a coffee or?” (y/n) offered. Though the offer was tempting, he didn’t feel comfortable spending another second seeing him and them together. Especially at such a close proximity.

“I-I’m fine,” Wil quickly muttered. “I have to go somewhere in a bit. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

“Of course! Thank you again, truly.” (y/n) smiled. He simply nodded before turning and walking away.

Though Wil could argue that the man (y/n) calls their boyfriend is a prick, it’s not like he would be any better. Just like Jester said. That man could sit on his ass all day, not care for their cat, not care for them, and yet, he would still be the better option between him and Wilbur.

Wilbur is evil.

Wilbur is a villain.

Wilbur has killed countless living people compared to that prick killing digital npcs for fun.

Though, the argument stapled in Wil’s mind.

Wil found (y/n)’s cat. Not him.

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a / n ~ poor lil baby siren he just wants love :(( mayb ill do a part 2? i loved this concept ngl. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated :)) thank u for supporting my writing!

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Whenever I'm Alone (With You) | clinic!wilbur

~4k words. / [It's a festival day in this fine park and you were unknowingly matched up by destiny! Warning! Might get sad towards the end, otherwise a pretty happy, fluffy piece.] hope you enjoy! i definitely wasnt avoiding two other fics by starting this one! might have a part 2!

Disclaimer: this is the Wilbur variant from the Tommy's Clinic for Supervillains fic, inspired by my lunatic daydreamings

Title inspired by Lovesong by The Cure

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“And you’re not dating anyone?” Seff, your friend, asked you, chewing on kettle corn as you wandered the venue, and you had to roll your eyes and then immediately apologize to a couple you bumped into because you weren’t looking. He could hardly hold his laughter back as you gave him a hard look.

“How is that so hard to believe?” You respond, stealing some of his snack, holding a handful as you look around.

“It’s hard because well- just look at you.” You gave him an unimpressed glance, “any person would be lucky to have you as a date, even luckier as a person.”

“Guess these people have shit luck then.” Shrugging, you end up under the musicians’ tent, the music blaring from well-placed speakers with plenty of chairs set up in front of the slightly elevated stage. And it’s decorated with the cozy environment, lights strung about and over the heads of everyone, flowers arranged in front of the stage and vines wrapped around various speakers. And then there’s the musicians. It's a small band with the drummer, a bassist and the lead singer. It’s a nice vibe for a night like this, a festival of good music and good food, and sometimes, you send Seff a stink-eye, good company. “Come on, let’s have a seat.” You didn’t want to walk all night and if Seff was going to be annoying, you didn’t want to add aching soles to the list.

As you sat down and the band played a few more songs, Seff had little else to say about your dating life and it’s not like he didn’t mean well but- dating does you much good in this life. Because in this life, it’s not just surviving a nine-to-five job and the traffic, it’s about surviving the horrors of having superheroes and vigilantes and supervillains. Seff had a hard time convincing you to come because of how little the heroes or villains are seen around the venue. Despite being on the edge of down-town, the venue was a lovely little heritage park with plenty of trees, plenty of benches and plenty of grass.

Sometimes the grass wasn’t a good thing and for that, you looked stupid, leaning down to scratch at your ankles. Bending over, though, you meet the eyes of a man who turns in his seat to look over his shoulder and it makes you shiver. He’s too fucking pretty to be real and his eyes glide right off of you the moment you move yours off, looking down and scratching till your ankle was red.  But fuck, he was so pretty. Brown hair curling on his head, almost in his eyes with big eyes to match his wide smile, sharp jawline, and, with a quick glance and a mental curse, you could tell he would be a tall man. Wearing a yellow sweatshirt, he matches his jeans with a dark beanie and boots. Not to mention his hands, long fingers gripping the chair and-

Shit.

Breathing in and out, you sit up straight and reach for the kettle corn, “hey!” Seff could choke, for all you care.

After the band plays their last song, the somewhat decent crowd claps and cheers and the lead singer thanks the audience and you and Seff stand up from your seats and as you’re about to head down the aisle to the exit you end up brushing past the pretty man, chests grazing and just barely catching his eyes and apology. Seff curses him out from under his breath but you could hardly breathe, how could a man be so pretty and just be so close?

Once Seff figures out you’re not overstimulated by the rudeness of the action and just his looks alone, he teases you. “Oh, well now you have to talk to him.” He says, wincing as the tattoo artist gives him a flash tattoo.

“I don’t have to do jack-shit,” you flash the bird at him.

“It’s fate, getting so close and then having to part with each other, can you think of anything more romantic? And at a festival like this?” Groaning, you lean back into the lawn chair, covering your face with your hands and pulling at the skin below your eye.

“It was an accident, Seff, please can we move on?” You plead with him as the artist hums and finishes up.

He gives you a side-look, “I mean, what if he’s a cool person and he has lots of money?”

You give a frustrated sigh as Seff gives his new tattoo a lookover, paying her, he gets up and gestures overly dramatic for you to get in the seat. “I’m only getting in this chair because you’re paying her, don’t forget that.”

He slaps your shoulders, somehow avoiding your immediate flapping of hands to get him back, “wouldn’t dream of it, now, how are we feeling about stars, my good friend?”

And it’s not even a few minutes after you decide on a design when she starts and you happen to look away from her handiwork to find big eyes under a mop of brown hair staring at you from across the walkway. Your breath catches in your throat and you want to choke on it and die in that moment but then he turns to- oh, that’s the drummer from the band playing earlier. Oh that’s nice, he went to support a friend. Okay, yeah, he’s just a normal person. Just a normal person you’ll forget at the end of the night. You work on breathing in and out as she continues with her work and Seff is the only that notices your reaction. “If I look, and it’s the pretty boy, I’m telling him you like his butt.”

You quickly hiss at him, “you do that and I’ll throw your ass to the Syndicate, don’t even think about it.” Glancing in the pretty man’s direction, he’s turned away for now. “And if not for the laws of this land, I would run you over, reverse, and run you over again.”

“Okay, okay, I hear you loud and clear, but come on, a second time you’re running into him, don’t you think-” 

“-this park is small, of course I’m gonna run into a couple of people during a fucking festival-” 

“-don’t you think, you should give fate a chance?”

“This isn’t fate.” You tell him, and refuse to dignify anything he had to say after that with a response. Twenty minutes later the tattoo is done, a little red but for the most part, it looks good and you thank the artist profusely as Seff pays for the order. After he pays, the two of you compare your tattoos and grinned at each other. “Now, time to get what I’ve been looking forward to this entire evening.” Seff drapes an arm over your shoulder and you mind your wrist as you do the same, heading towards the food vendors again. The kettle corn had been only enough to satiate Seff for the time being. “My favorite, cotton candy.”

There’d been a long line, getting in it, Seff had the brilliant idea of trying to get you to consider that maybe there was more to play than just people attending the local festival. “What do you have to be afraid of? The worst he could do is say no,” Seff tries saying, but you shake your head.

“Absolutely not, that would not be the worst thing that could happen. Worst thing that could happen is that I trip and die before I get rejected or right after. And then a meteor strikes right on top of me just to put a cherry on top.” You ramble, irrational fear creeping on the back of your hairs as you think about talking to the pretty guy. “All I’m saying is, yes he’s pretty but I have no idea who he is or what he likes, what am I going to do if he says yes and I have to plan a date right then and there? If I say coffee and he says he doesn’t drink it, do you know fast I’d start digging a grave? Pretty fast, I’ll tell you that.” Your eyes are pulled forward as the line moves up and up, the guy in front of you being fairly tall so you don’t think twice about leaning away from Seff and checking the menu. “Like I was saying, I would rather drink spit from the bathroom floor than get rejected. At the festival, no less, where I’m supposed to be stress-free. What happened to that, Seff, I feel pretty stressed right now, I think I might even go home.” Seff sighs as loud as he can before wrapping his hands around your shoulders.

“You need a Xanax or something, I swear, look, we still have the light show and more bands to check out, I’ll even buy you a stuffed animal, and I’ll lay off the pretty boy.”

“Thanks.” And then, for some reason, you hum. “He was really pretty, wasn’t he?”

“He was, with the hair and the-”

“The eyes and his smile-”

“He was so pretty, especially in the yellow sweater, it’s unfair.” You sigh, looking up just in time to see the person ahead of you receive their two items, cotton candy hand in hand as they turn around, in the very same fucking sweater you lamented about, and he smiles with a blush on his face. You would thank your lucky stars if he hadn’t been stuck in line, listening to two strangers arguing about asking him out and ranting about his prettiness. You would say your heart leapt out of your chest and buried itself beneath the grass and dirt under your feet.

“I’m not sure what to say but I appreciate the compliments,” and he nods his head and walks away.

Your mouth dropped open into a gape and as Seff places and receives his snacks, quickly smacks him when he gets out of line. “I hate you, I hate you so much!” Seff has the audacity to laugh into his snacks, snorting even as you resist the urge to bury your whole body into the ground, sure to receive a ticket maybe, for disturbing the peace but still. Don’t they know that the worst thing has happened?

“I’ve changed my mind, this is the worst thing that can happen, so if it's all the same to you, I would like to swim in a toaster bath,” you whisper under a hushed breath, looking over your shoulder and shivering, turning back to Seff as you bite your knuckles, “what if he comes back with a restraining order? Seff, I can’t get a restraining order against me-”

“Okay, okay, let’s go have a seat, you’ll feel better once you do, I promise.” You wanted to bite his head off so hard, but damn it, these things are serious. That must’ve felt so creepy and off-putting and fuck, he probably thinks you’re a freak or a weirdo. And nothing is worse than an unassuming pretty boy assuming you’re a freak-slash-weirdo. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.

Back at the musicians’ tent, you find yourself being lulled to a pacified calm by a new band playing something softer. A sweeter, yet nostalgic tune. The accordion, violin and key-tar working well with each other and with the accompanying piano and drum players. It keeps you under this soft blanket of peace until the band bows, breathing in with the beat Seff taps into your knee. The two of you continued to sit in silence, occasionally Seff would comment something about the bands but it wasn’t until the third band that someone sat next to you and cleared their throat. From the panic to the now somewhat peace you had in your mind, you are startled out of your skin when you find the pretty boy sitting so close, his knees just a few inches away from yours, the beanie adjusted and the look on his face seemed nervous. Oh, please don’t be a restraining order, you mentally chant, forcing yourself to politely smile at him.

“I know eavesdropping on conversations is rude but… would you forgive me if I asked you to walk with me for a little bit? I don’t know this place like the two of you seemed to.” He admits and in the same breath… does he ask you out? No, probably just for directions and since they were so direct and polite and respectful, you get to be killed off in a less-public area.

“I’ll be here, my wife should be coming in soon.” Seff peers around to smile at the stranger. And then he leans in closer, “still have that knife in your pocket that I gave you?” You elbow his side before turning to the pretty boy, flashing a quick, apologetic smile.

“If I die because of him, I’m coming back to haunt you.” You say standing up and shoving his shoulder back.

He gives a shout as you walk away with the stranger, hands tapping your side as you look anywhere but him, slowly walking the paths the festival had set up. “Did you have anywhere in mind, or did you just want to walk around?” You ask, unable to help yourself, looking at the string of lights hung above the wooden posts of the vendors.

“Oh, well,” you finally turn your head to look at him, finding him sheepishly smiling at you and it takes your breath away again, “I just wanted to talk to you alone.” You don’t know whether to be afraid or flustered, though fear was making a run for the money.

“Was there any reason, then, you wanted to talk to me alone?” You ask and that’s when he stops the two of you, underneath the biggest tree in the park, decorated with lamps hanging above and tealights on the ground. You can’t help but see the romantic notions the people have put on this tree and you wonder if the two of you were closer to the first couple or the last couple to come here for the night.

His eyes dart over your face and if it weren’t for the various lights around, you would’ve never seen the blush dusting his cheeks and ears. “Forgive me, I just- when I was eavesdropping in the line earlier, I thought you were funny and I did- I mean- I also found you very pretty. If it helps. And I almost didn’t come to you when I did but my friends- they-” he stumbles over his words before stopping completely, offering an apologetic smile as if you didn’t find everything he did endearing. Fuck, how were you supposed to breathe normally when this guy is just so fucking cute. “I wanted to get to know you.”

“Okay,” you begin, and then you look around, trying to think of something to say, something normal before you turn to look back at him and he was smiling something so gentle it left a hole in your chest. Why is it so hard to breathe around this pretty boy? “Then let’s start with names, yeah?” You say yours, sticking a hand out and feeling like an idiot until he takes it in his grasp, the touch of him easily making you feel faint. He leans down, and yeah, you’re gone, gone forever, to be buried because what pretty boy leans down and brings your hand up ever so gently to kiss the back of your knuckles?

“I’m Wilbur,” and you nod, breathless for the rest of time because he fucking stole it, and he smiles, switching hands so when he turned to start walking, your fingers were interlocked and swinging between the two of you. Wilbur, who’s so fucking sweet, sends you a smile as the two of you join the thinning crowd to go find things. “Aren’t there any rides?” He asks, and you give him a look, stopping and pointing behind you. “Seems there is,” the smile, you swear, it’ll be ingrained in your memory as the best thing you’ll ever see. The ride in question happened to be the staple of this festival. The ferris wheel. “Do you want to go on it with me?” He stops the two of you from walking into the line, “I don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t want to do.” The serious look is just as pretty as his smiles but you nod.

“If you don’t get on the ride with me, I’ll assume you hate me or that you kick puppies, one or the other,” you say, while stepping into the line and he’s quick to follow you, almost toppling you over and you have to laugh, steady him with one of your hands on his shoulders.

“I wanted to make it clear that neither of those things are true- you know, I don’t- I think kicking puppies is unforgivable and one of the worst things you can do.” He says and you peek at him through the corner of your eye.

“That so?”

“Yes, so.”

“So does that mean you like me?” You ask, accepting the help to get into the capsule, smiling at the attendant briefly before turning to Wilbur, holding your breath in as you offer your hand, your knees weak for what’s about to happen next.

He sees and beams at you, sliding his hand into yours as if the two of you were made for nothing else, as if there could’ve been anything else in the world you were made for. Thousands of years in the making and it’s come to feeling his thumb swipe over your own, nothing else made more sense than now. The ride begins to move and your grip on him tightens.

“Are you sure you wanted to go on this ride?” He asks, noticing you refused to look down, or anywhere really, it was easier to space out for a quick second while you were moving. “We could’ve gone to another one,” he assures you but you shake your head, trying to send him a reassuring smile.

“I appreciate it, I do, but I really did want to go on this ride with you. Mostly because you wanted to go on it. I just don’t- I don’t do well with heights.” And he hums before carefully moving, moving as not to rock the capsule. He sits facing you and squeezes your hand, managing to get you to look at him.

“Tell me about Seff.” He says and you stammer.

“He’s a friend-”

“-yes, he’s married, but you looked close, like siblings. Tell me about him, I meant it when I said I wanted to know you.”

And so you tell him all about Seff, your good friend and yes, he also happens to be closer than siblings you ever could have. You tell him about the stupid things he does, things that frustrate you and things that make you afraid you’ll never be a good enough friend for him. The conversation shifts and by the time the ride has gone twice in a circle and lets you two off, you’re certainly shocked. Surprised. Whatever word is best, it’s what you are because he still smiles at you and helps you out and holds your hand and points at a game with plenty of plush prizes to win. Still not over how he helped you through the ferris wheel, you’re happy to be gifted a stuffed bear, one with a bow on it.

Following the winning of your bear, it was heard that the light show would begin so you helped him find a spot in the grass, the two of you sat close as you watched the sky and waited, the sound of laughter, talking and the music playing combined with the smell of food was enough to keep the silence between you two happy. You honestly could not have thought of a better way to spend your night, because no offense Seff, but after his wife would arrive, you would spend the rest of the night as a third wheel or alone. Neither sounded fun. And to be fair, Wilbur is wonderful company. One that’s one you a bear.

So the two of you are sitting, content in the silence when Wilbur opens his mouth and begins to speak when there’s a loud noise and then fireworks in the sky, children starting to scream and laugh louder, running with sparklers. You startled in that moment, not because of the noise, but because of the way he sought out your hand immediately, holding it tightly.

You turn to look at him fully, watching the lights flash on his face, how they light up every feature you’ve come to adore in the time you’ve known him. He doesn’t turn to you for a moment, waiting to look you in the eye and you save him a gentle smile of your own.

“You were here for the last festival, weren’t you?” The last festival, you were afraid, didn’t have a good ending like this one might have.

He looks at you, eyes searching for something in your face before exhaling and nodding. “I saw- I saw it happen.” You squeeze his hand.

“Me too.” The look he sends you is heartbreaking, his beautiful brown eyes almost watering, enough for you to let go of the bear for a moment, to scoot closer and hold his hand with both of yours. “And it’s okay, it’s been a year and nothing has happened yet.” You repeated exactly what Seff told you at the beginning, told him what soothed you and you hold his hands as he holds both of yours. You ignore the show for him, making sure he’s breathing right, that he’s doing a little better than when the show started.

And closer to the end, he turns to look at you, your face closer than before and you wonder what he has in mind. He leans in closer to you, his gaze focused on something lower on your face before he meets your eyes, smiling briefly before squeezing your hand again. “I want to know you more, and if you’re okay with it, completely okay with it, would you be okay to exchange numbers?” You let out a breath of air, laughing slightly as you untangle one of your hands.

“Hand your phone over.”

It’s a matter of seconds before the device sits in your palm, cool to the touch and you find the lead singer laughing with him on the lockscreen. He unlocks the phone and leans his head against yours as you add your contact information. Before you could stop yourself, you opened the camera and held it away from the two of you smiling, nerves shot as he hid his face against your hair, tickling your neck. You take it while laughing to yourself. “You’re too cute,” you say offhandedly, moving to confirm the picture not even realizing what you said, till he pulls back and makes you breathless for the countless times you’ve seen him smiling.

“You think I’m cute?” He asks even though both of you are more than aware how he heard you in the snack vendor line, practically shouting how you found him pretty.

“I take it back, you need a bag to cover,” you gesture to his face, “all of that.” You say with a half-hidden smile and he whines, slipping his phone back into his pocket with a pout. Then he taps your fingers and asks for your phone.

And he saves himself to your phone with a picture of him smiling and you just barely hiding your face in his shoulder, protesting how you didn’t want to be in it just like he did. You smile at the picture before also putting your phone away. “Well,” you look around, “the show is almost over, was there anything else you wanted to do before leaving?” You could’ve sworn his eyes dipped to trace the bottom of your face before flicking back up to your stare, but then he was smiling again, that damned smile, and shaking his head.

���This is possibly one of the best nights I’ve had in a while…” and when he trails off, he reaches for your hand. “Thank you for that.”

“I didn’t do much, honestly,” you squirm under the sincerity, but he takes none of it, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight. And he keeps going, talking about this or that, but your brain blanks out after being hugged, you could smell the soap on his skin, a hint of cologne and deodorant and it makes your head spin. How does he do it? Smell so good and look so pretty? When he pulls back, you try for a smile.

Nothing else happens, he helps you stand to your feet and interlocks a few of your fingers with his, guiding you back to the area where you parked, guiding him to it with your stuffed bear tucked in your elbow. He’s so kind to open the back door and buckle your bear in, patting his fuzzy forehead with a gentle head. When he comes out of it and you shut the door, the two of you just stare at each other. “This was, really, a good night,” Wilbur starts and you agree. “Text me when you get home safely?” You nod and before you can process it, he steps into your space, almost crowding you against your car. He leans in, closer than before, his nose just barely touching yours with the two of you experiencing the fan of the other’s breath.

Then he moves away from your face, slightly, and presses one soft kiss to your cheek, lingering close for a few seconds before he leans away. He holds your hand and squeezes and then another firework goes off and he looks away.

“I’ll see you around.” He promises and then lets go of your hand, walking away slowly till he has to turn around and keep moving forward. Walking away till you can’t see him, blending into the crowd on the sidewalk. Still, you can’t help but watch the crowd move for a moment more. Wondering if you’d see your pretty boy.

… “Oh that was too cheesy, get a fucking grip, you simp.” You groan to yourself, slapping a hand to your forehead before getting into the car and starting the engine. And when you open your phone later that night, when you can still feel his lips against your cheek, skin burning where they once were, you send him a text. A simple one, telling him you’re in bed and wondering if he made it home safely too.

Despite having work in the morning, you refuse to go to bed without seeing a response. And despite the good night and the kiss he left you with, you never receive one.

Clocking out and checking your phone, you sigh when you see that the text is still on delivered. Part of you wants to hope that he just lost his phone or meant to respond but forget but you’ve gone through this before. You’ve had great nights with perfect gentlemen who made your heart flutter and made you feel special and seen. And you’ve had to pull your heart and head together when they never spoke to you again. You just have to come to terms that Wilbur, your pretty boy, is one of those guys. Only to be remembered with great care.

You try to console yourself in the car, trying to tell yourself that it’s okay you may never get to see him. That he might not have meant it when he wanted to know you, when he wanted to see you again. When he lets you put yourself in his phone and himself in yours just to never look at it again.

You stare down at the picture and somehow, you can’t bring yourself to delete the contact information. You’re tired from work and the lack of sleep and the lack of response, it’s time to go home.

(With it being so late in the day, with so little energy, it’s a wonder how you get home safe but that’s also probably due to the eyes watching you at the moment. Probably.)

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MASTERLIST

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WHAT I WILL AND WON’T WRITE:

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That one revivebur thing that turned into a series:

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Revivebur with a magma cube hybrid reader: part one, part two

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is it bad that i have only been wanting to read angst just to feel something?

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saving face

pairing: siren x gn!reader (villain wilbur soot from tommyinnits clinic for supervillains)

tws: okay so, im going to be REALLY thorough because there is some dark content throughout so kidnapping, chloroform use, drug use (power enhancers), reader gets called sweetheart at one point, violence, injuries, torture, major head injuries, alcohol, alcohol is poured on reader, mental manipulation (attempts at it), blood, broken nose, siren tells someone to claw their eye out, mentions of a fractured skull and concussion

notes: big major thank u to @medlarwrites for this idea!!!! ive been obsessing over siren since i read clinic and had to write something abt him. im not in love with the start of the fic bc i had a very different direction at first but!!! dont care i like how it ended up!! so :3

medlars original prompt: “anyways lemme leave you a siren!wilbur who finds our his bestfriend from college got kidnapped because they suspect she's associated with siren and so want to get information about his identity from them :)”

word count: 5.5k!

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone

When you were in college, you had a rather… peculiar best friend. Maybe you should’ve cared a bit more about the moral consequences of what he did, but honestly, it was college. Your best friend was one of the most well-known supervillains, Siren.

That wasn’t how you met him, though. You met him as Wilbur Soot, the guy who sat next to you in your Literature class, who often forgot his pens. You had a small crush on him, so you made a habit of always bringing an extra pen for him. You became quick friends after, bonding over mutual hatred for the professor’s teaching style, as well as sharing an onslaught of opinions.

You didn’t mean to find out about his identity, it was a complete accident. You and him had this mutual agreement that if something was going on (life troubles, finals stress, etc.), you have free permission to come over for some company. If the other person wasn’t there, you would just wait until they got home. It was a good system that kept both of you from getting too lonely, especially you. He lived at home, but you lived in a dodgy apartment by yourself. He would always make an effort to show up any time he had anything he wanted to talk about, mostly to keep you from feeling too alone. One night, the loneliness had gotten pretty rough, so you decided to go to Wilbur’s house. You two had given each other spare keys a long while back, and it wasn’t the first time you’d done this, so you were quick to unlock the door and head into his room to wait for him to come home. When the door did finally open, it wasn’t Wilbur who walked through.

You immediately jumped, backing up a bit as you saw Siren walk in. Once he’d processed that you were there, he cursed under his breath, trying to console you while quickly pulling off his blindfold. You watched as he went from Siren to Wilbur in a matter of seconds, your head swirling with confusion. You two had a very long conversation that night, while you helped him clean up a scratch along his arm.

After college, you didn’t see Wilbur as much anymore. You worked a lot, and he worked quite a bit too. You two still saw each other, just not as often.

You saw Siren much more often, though. Since Wilbur knew where your walk home from work was, he would always make an effort to be there and walk you home at night once a week if he could. Sometimes he would only watch you from the rooftops, other times when it was a bit darker and there were fewer people out, he would walk with you, chatting about anything he could think of. Over time, what once had been a small crush blossomed into genuine love for your best friend.

It was nice, a really good system. Kept you and him talking, even when your busy schedules tended to keep you from each other. However, for as good of a system as it is, it also had some apparent downsides.

Like your current situation.

You didn’t know exactly where you were.

The last thing you remembered was leaving work. You locked up the small bookstore you worked at and began your walk home when you felt a hand wrap around you, pressing a cloth against your mouth. Whoever it was ended up being too strong for you to fight against, and it was only a few minutes before the chloroform reached your brain, knocking you out quickly. In terms of kidnappings, it was fairly tame, at the very least.

It took a while to wake up, your consciousness floating in and out a few times, allowing you to get small glimpses of conversations.

“Try and get ‘em to talk. Just being friends with Siren doesn’t mean they’re strong. We can break them, even if it takes some… stepping in.”

A bit of a horrifying thing to hear post-kidnapping, but even if it wasn’t on purpose, it at least got your guard up a bit.

When you woke up, you spent a few minutes looking around and familiarising yourself with your surroundings. You were in some shitty warehouse. Which, honestly, cliche, and how many abandoned warehouses did this city have? Large, brown-stained windows lined the top of the walls, allowing for a bit of light to pour in. There were garage-type doors every few feet, but most of them had large padlocks, except for one the furthest away from you.

Your hands and feet were tied onto the chair, one hand behind handcuffed while the other hand and your legs were attached with zip ties.

Escape was not going to be easy, but you knew a bit of fighting, Wilbur having taught you how to protect yourself. You finally looked over to the middle of the room.

It took you a while to recognize the guy who’d kidnapped you. You did know him, though, only because of the things that Siren had told you. Schlatt, previously known as Gunmetal, an ex-hero. His power was the ability to strengthen his body to a metal-like level, making him incredibly hard to take down. The Syndicate considered approaching him for membership, but he was… unstable. He got discharged by the Hero Committee after his increased strength led to the destruction of an apartment building. There weren’t any villains around to pin it on, either, and there were too many witnesses. It had also been discovered that he’d been utilizing power enhancers, which were supposed to be outlawed, in order to extend his abilities and allow him to strengthen multiple parts of his body at once.

If what Wilbur had told you in his frustrated rants was true, Schlatt wanted to take over the Syndicate. He’d attacked them numerous times, always aiming to kill, and he’d taken a particular interest in finding out Siren’s identity.

You sat up a bit, preparing yourself for whatever bullshit he was about to spew at you.

Wilbur caught onto something being wrong a few hours after you’d been taken. He had gone on a minor heist with Techno, and things ran… suspiciously well. No hero intervention for the majority of the heist, until Flame showed up towards the end. Blade handled most of the fighting for him, while Siren took care of their escape. It was when they finally escaped that he noticed something odd. He and Techno passed by your apartment, and he knew your habits well enough to know that you would not be asleep this early. Despite that, the lights in your apartment were off. A bit of searching later, and he was quick to notice your disappearance. When he arrived back home, he was quick to enlist Tubbo to see if they could get a ping on your last known location. Your phone wasn’t anywhere to be found, so he hoped he could at least figure out where you had been. Normally, he would pace to try and distract himself, but when it came to you, there was no use. He immediately headed out, trying to find any sign of you and waiting for a response from Tubbo.

“Good mornin’ sweetheart,” Schlatt chuckled, standing in front of a table in front of your chair. He had two briefcases set out in front of him, “Don’t worry. I ain’t gonna hurt you.” There was an implied ‘yet’ at the end of that sentence. You got a good look at him. He wore a pressed suit, and an airsoft mask – equipped specially with two ram horns on the sides, his signature look. His knuckles were wrapped with red athletic tape, at least you’d hoped it was originally red.

“Then what the fuck do you want with me? It’s hard to believe you aren’t going to hurt me when you kidnapped me off the street.”

“I just need a bit of information, that’s all.”

You scoffed, “Really? So you just fucking kidnap me?”

“It’s effective, is it not?” He chuckled, leaning forward, “Do you have any powers?”

You rolled your eyes, “Cut the shitty small talk. Why am I here?”

“To answer my fucking questions.”

You looked down at your arm, noting a small cuff wrapped around it, “If I tell you, will you take the stupid power dampener off?”

He snorted, “Don’t act dumb.”

“Oh, good, then I’m not telling you.” You did have a power. It was part of why Wilbur felt comfortable being around you. You were also a mind manipulator, but you couldn’t get people to actually do things for you. You could just easily see through their words and arguments. Which meant that you could get them to believe you were telling the truth as well, which would be a bloody good thing to be able to utilize right about now.

“Fine, be like that.” He held up a photo, “So, if you won’t tell me your power, maybe you’ll tell me why Siren has had such a close eye on you?” You looked at the photo closer, being able to clearly make out Siren walking you home.

“He’s just a nice dude. Wants to walk me home sometimes,” you shrugged, trying to act nonchalantly, “I don’t know much about him if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He snorted, “Yeah, like I’d believe that.” He pulled out a folder, spreading out numerous photos of you and Siren, hanging out and eating together in your apartment.

“Have you been fucking stalking me, you absolute creep?”

“Not you, but Siren. You just happened to be there. And I wanna know why.”

“What? You’re mad that a citizen can show compassion to a villain?” You scoffed, “Boo-hoo, poor Schlatt, must be such a sad life you have.”

He growled, and you grinned at how easy it was to get under his skin, even without your power. “I couldn’t give less of a shit about that. I want to know why he’s trying to recruit new Syndicate members.”

You laughed, “God, you could not have worse of a grasp on the situation. He’s just a nice guy. Came to my bookstore once, offered to walk me home, and we became friends. Is it impossible for villains to have friends?”

“Supervillains don’t have friends. Not without an agenda.”

“What about their healer? He’s a friend, isn’t he?”

“He works for them. He doesn’t count.”

“Well, I clearly don’t work for them. So just leave me alone, why don’t you?”

“Okay, I will let you go. If you tell me one thing.”

Oh, here came the stupid request. “Oh? Let me guess? You want me to tell you Siren’s real name.”

“Obviously.”

“Do you really think he’s that stupid? To let a random civilian he met know his name?”

“No. But I know you’re not just a random civilian he met. Because these photos date back years.”

You tensed a bit, trying to hide any clear facial reaction, “And?”

“And, no one who doesn’t work with him would stick around that long, unless there was something keeping them there. So, you obviously know who he is.”

“Oh, obviously?” You tried to will down the blush on your cheeks. “Is it really that obvious? You don’t know anything about me, and you clearly don’t know anything about Siren.”

“So tell me what I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not falling for that, dipshit. If you want information on Siren, you’ve got the wrong person.”

“Yeah, except that can’t be true. I know you have a power you’ve been hiding, and we know that Siren has spent a highly significant amount of time with you, longer than he ever did their healer. And, we have photos of you with him and other Syndicate members at your apartment. So we know you know his identity. But we can figure out other ways to make you talk.”

“Wow, so you’re adding misuse of power against a civilian to your list of crimes? That combined with the kidnapping, not to mention the murder and the numerous times you’ve hurt civilians and destroyed their homes, oh and getting discharged as a Hero?”

That got under his skin, “I have no problem adding torture onto that list.”

“So much for being a hero then.”

His fists curled up, and he slammed it down on the table, “ex-hero, for a reason.” He walked closer, crouching down to be eye-level with you. “So then, you’re really trying to tell me that the numerous dates you’ve gone on with Siren just don’t mean anything?”

“We- They weren’t dates!” Your face flushed dark red, “We’re just friends!” You blatantly tried to ignore the fact that you’d been in love with him for years.

“Your face is telling a different story,” he smirked, “Is he hot under the mask? Or maybe you just like a man with power?”

You moved back from his hand, jaw tensing, as he tried to cup your jaw, “Hm, well, if you aren’t saying anything willingly, I can make you talk.”

He stood again, walking over to the second briefcase, opening it to where you couldn’t see the contents. You didn’t know if you wanted to. “Plus, this is all just a distraction.” He lifted your phone, turning it on, “They’ll be here soon enough. I won’t need you then, I can take down the Syndicate myself.”

A shiver went down your spine, and you prayed that Wilbur hadn’t noticed your absence.

Tubbo was able to find you pretty quickly. Just when he’d thought your phone was too far for a proper ping, he got one with an exact location that he quickly relayed to Siren. Siren was on it almost immediately, but he wasn’t going in alone. He didn’t know who took you, so he was going to be prepared. By enlisting most of the Syndicate to join him. He made it to the location first, but he knew better than to jump in early, especially since he was one of the least physical fighters. He did some surveying, though, spotting a few guards in suits. Suits were the tell of Schlatt, and he mentally cursed the team members for not getting there as fast as he’d wished. He knew Schlatt could be violent, unpredictable, and hot-headed.

The rest of the Syndicate arrived, and Nemesis and Thanatos made quick work of taking down the guards. Which meant it was time to take down Schlatt.

You’d lost track of time. Schlatt had some interesting methods for getting you to talk. Most of them involve hitting you, his ability making it easy to hurt you, if the broken nose and cut lip were anything to go by. But a lot of it was mental. Using taunting words to try and get under your skin.

“It’s going to be so funny when you’re little boyfriend comes here,” he snickered, grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him, “It’ll be even better to make you watch him die.”

He almost seemed drunk the more and more he continued, “Or, maybe, I could hurt him more. Make him watch me kill you slowly. Or,” he chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned maniacal, “I’ll let him kill you. I’ll make him use that shitty fucking voice of his to kill you.”

You snorted, and he raised an eyebrow, “Something about that funny to you?”

You looked up at him, spitting blood out of your mouth, “His voice is real nice, actually. Much better than yours.” You were playing with fire, but you needed to buy time to get him hopefully exhausted enough to give you a chance to escape.

He smacked you, a loud crack reverberating and echoing throughout the warehouse.

“You piece of shit,” he rolled his eyes, moving away from you. He grabbed a water bottle, downing half of it easily. You watched cautiously, becoming all too aware of how thirsty you were.

“What? You want some or something?” He chuckled, walking back over to you, “Be my fucking guest,” he poured the water over your head. You tilted your head back and drank some of it down. Once you’d gotten some of it in your mouth, though, you quickly realized that it was not, in fact, water but instead vodka. You coughed once you realized, spitting out as much as you could.

He laughed as you hissed in pain, the alcohol stinging the wounds he’d left. He went to throw another retort at you, but before he could, the door slammed open.

Just as Schlatt predicted, the entire Syndicate was there. You sat up, watching as Schlatt moved back to his briefcase and pull out a syringe.

“Siren, run!” You yelled, thrashing and trying to draw attention to yourself, “All of you! Run! It’s a trap-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence as Schlatt stormed over, grabbing you by the hair. “Oh, Jesus, just shut up with your whining,” he rolled his eyes, hitting your temple harshly, sending the chair to the ground and you with it. The ground rushed up to meet you, and the darkness of unconsciousness was quick to follow.

Siren was pissed. Blade quickly began to advance on Schlatt, but Wilbur was faster. It was stupid, he knew he was being stupid to rush in like this, but he was angry. He watched as Schlatt quickly injected himself with something, some odd shimmering yellow liquid, and in seconds, his body started glowing the same yellow. Power enhancers, Wilbur’s mind supplied. He cursed, hanging back to allow Blade to hit first. Zephyrus flew overhead, getting behind Schlatt to prevent him from running. As much as Wilbur wanted to fight, he needed to make sure you were okay.

He rushed over, grabbing a knife from the table that he prayed hadn’t been used on you. The first thing he did when he approached you was check your pulse, thanking anything that would listen that your pulse was still coming through. He cut the ties easily, then he moved onto the power dampener, trying to pry the thing off. He had no clue where the key for it was, but he didn’t have time to waste looking for it. He started breaking it off when he was tugged back, Schlatt having grabbed the back of his collar. He slammed Siren against the wall, grinning at him.

“For a world-class supervillain, you’d think you’d be smarter,” he chuckled, leaning his knee against Siren’s back and pinning him there. He pushed all of his power into his knee, strengthening and solidifying the metal against Wilbur’s back. “You know how easy it was for me to track them down? You made them an easy target, Siren. You’re the reason they’re here,” he pushed his knee further into his back.

“Let me go,” Siren ordered but to no avail.

Schlatt started laughing louder, “What, you think I’m an idiot? You thought I wouldn’t prepare my mask for you?”

Fuck.

Siren didn’t have to fret much longer, though. Blade came up behind Schlatt, driving a sword through his shoulder. He’d put too much power into his knee, leaving the rest of him vulnerable.

The rest of the takedown was easy. They were planning on taking Schlatt in, hopefully, to use as a bargaining chip against the Hero Committee since he was wanted by them. Once Zephyrus had him subdued, Nemesis and Thanatos grabbed his things and started heading back. Siren lingered with Zephyrus, Jester, Blade, and Ender (who’d only shown up to help take anyone who needed healing to Apollo). Siren walked over, ripping Schlatt’s mask off.

Schlatt was still spilling curses and threats against them, but he’d quieted for a moment as Wilbur pulled his mask off, eyes adjusting to the light. Wilbur threw the mask behind him, and a sinister grin spread over his face.

“We need him alive, Siren,” Blade reminded him.

He groaned, huffing softly, “Fine.” He hummed, tilting his head.

“Claw your left eye out, then knock yourself out.”

Wilbur didn’t stay to watch the aftermath, but he heard the groans and screams of pain from Schlatt as he walked back over to you. Ender was waiting next to you, double-checking for any serious wounds.

Wilbur got the rest of the power dampener off, throwing it to the side. He carefully lifted you, making sure to be mindful of your head.

Ender gave him a concerned look, "It looks bad, but they should be okay."

“No, not should be.” Siren snapped his head towards Ender, shaking his head, “I need them to be okay. Bring us to Apollo.”

Ender nodded, placing a hand on Siren’s shoulder. In seconds, they disappeared in a flurry of purple particles, appearing now in Apollo’s clinic in the Syndicate building.

Tommy was sitting by the desk, playing on his DS. He perked up quickly when he heard Ender teleport in, looking up and seeing Siren cradling you. Siren moved forward, placing you down on the doctor’s mat in the center of the room.

Tommy quickly walked over, “Jesus, man, what the fuck happened?” He placed his hands near your head, warmth emitting over them as he began healing you.

“Schlatt happened. But he won’t be a problem anymore,” Wilbur huffed, tearing off his blindfold and coat, draping them over a chair. He paced around the room as Tommy worked on healing.

“You’re going to burn a hole in the floor,” Tommy huffed.

“I couldn’t care less, Toms. They weren’t supposed to be involved with any of this, I’ve fucked it up again, I-I put them in danger,” Wilbur ran a hand through his hair.

Tommy straightened, pulling his hands away as he finished healing, “Don’t start with your self-deprecating shit, man. They know you’re Siren. They’ve stuck around, and they always knew this could happen. You’re not to blame.”

“But I-”

“You weren’t the one who kidnapped them. It’s not your fault,” Tommy sighed, grabbing a glass of water.

Wilbur nodded, walking up to you, still unconscious, “They- they’ll be fine, right? They’ll be okay?”

Tommy took a sip of his water, nodding, “Yeah. Head injury was the worst of it, but it should be all healed up now. They might be a bit foggy when they wake up, though.”

“When will they wake up?”

Tommy shrugged, “Should be soon. Probably an hour or two. Can’t give you an exact time. You should get them somewhere more comfortable before they’re up, though.”

Wilbur nodded, carefully picking you back up, “Thanks, Tommy.”

“You don’t have to thank me, man, it’s my job.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I want to thank you, dickhead. Now, go to sleep, child.”

“I am n-” Wilbur cut off Tommy’s response by closing the door to Tommy’s clinic behind him. He called Techno, and within a few minutes, Wilbur was being driven home with you still resting in his arms.

“They’re going to be fine, you know that.”

“I know they will be, but they never should’ve been there in the first place. They never asked for this.” Wilbur sighed.

“Oh, please.” Techno snorted, “You tried to scare them away way back when. You even used your ability to try and convince them to not want to be around you.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the same. They turned down the offer to join the Syndicate, which meant they never should’ve been involved with this stuff.”

“Maybe you should ask again,” Techno shrugged. “Even if they don’t want to fight, we could use someone to help out with questioning people. Their ability would work pretty well for that.”

“Techno, I just said they shouldn’t have been involved with this stuff.” Wilbur sighed.

“All I’m saying is if they do become a member, it would be a lot easier to keep them safe. Less loose ends that we can’t keep our eyes on.”

Wilbur bit his lip, nodding with realization, “True. I- yeah. I’ll ask them.”

“Plus, with how in love with them you are, it won’t be long before something like this happens again.”

“I- What?” Wilbur spluttered, eyes widening, “How-?”

“How do I know that? Wilbur, it’s insanely obvious,” Techno laughed, “I have no clue how they don’t know.”

“They won’t know. And you won’t tell them.” Wilbur hissed out.

“Mmhm, okay, sure. Pretty big wimp move for a supervillain.”

Wilbur groaned but didn’t respond past that.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, Wilbur gently playing with your hair gently. He routinely moved a hand to check your pulse, just as a reminder that you were fine and alive and here with him.

He carried you out of the car once Techno pulled up, heading straight to his room. He laid you down gently, placing your head on his lap.

The world seemed fuzzy when you came to. You were too comfortable to open your eyes at first, shifting slightly and letting out a soft groan. Your joints felt sore and stiff, but your face felt even weirder. Your face felt warm but like all of your muscles were new and had never been used before. You scrunched your nose, slowly opening your eyes and letting them get used to the environment around you.

You recognized the room instantly and relaxed as the memories started flooding back to you. The kidnapping, Schlatt, getting knocked out. You heard humming, looking up to see Wilbur leaning against the wall, humming with his eyes closed. He was fidgeting with his fingers and biting at his lip.

You slowly shifted to look up at him fully, “Hey.” Your voice was groggier than you’d expected.

He looked down quickly, “You’re up,” he smiled, “Hi.”

“Did everything go well? With Schlatt?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “God, you just woke up from getting knocked out and tortured, and the first thing you ask is if the fight went well?” He moved a hand to your hair gently, “Are you okay?”

“Well, yeah,” you shrugged, “I feel fine, just a bit tired, I guess. I feel like I’m supposed to feel worse.”

“Tommy healed you,” he supplied.

You sat up slowly, and he carefully placed a hand on your back, keeping it there until you’d gotten in a better position. “He didn’t have to do that. I would’ve been fine.”

“You would’ve had a concussion and a fracture in your skull.”

“That’s not the worst thing in the world.” You joked and gave him a lopsided grin, and he shook his head, chuckling.

He pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m so fucking glad you’re okay.”

You hugged him back, burying your face against him gently, “I would’ve been fine.”

You were lying. You were not fine, actually. As strong as you acted, you couldn’t deny the slight shake that lay in your hands as you thought about that warehouse and the overwhelming fear the image of that mask in your head put in you.

You could’ve used your ability to make Wilbur believe you. You didn’t honestly have the energy to do so.

“You don’t have to be fine,” he whispered, rubbing your back gently, “I know how terrifying it must’ve been. But it’s okay, you’re safe now.”

Your fists balled up the fabric of his sweater, and the tears started falling soon after. He rubbed your back as you cried, the waves of fear and stress finally coming out. You could only hold it together for so long, and Wilbur would always be there when you finally broke.

By the time you calmed down, you were left with soft gasps of breath and holding Wilbur like a lifeboat. He leaned over to his nightstand, handing you a glass of water. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You drank slowly, not wanting to overwhelm yourself. Wilbur’s kiss didn’t exactly help, but physical affection wasn’t something new to either of you.

As if he knew exactly what you were thinking, he wrapped his arms around you gently, leaning his face against your shoulder. You leaned into his touch, letting your eyes close for a moment.

“He was stalking me. Well, he was stalking you, but he had photos from years ago of us. Of Siren walking me home. Of Blade at my apartment. Of Zephyrus in my living room.”

Wilbur tensed, keeping you a bit closer. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, “I-I never should’ve let you get involved with the Syndicate stuff, I was so stupid to think something like this wouldn’t happen.”

“Wilbur, you never let me get involved. In fact, you were the one pushing me from getting involved. I chose this. I knew something like this could happen, and I chose to stick by you.”

“You’re not a member of the Syndicate, though. I know you can protect yourself, but I don’t want to be the reas-”

“Wilbur.” You hissed out. “If you even for a moment insist again that this is your fault, I will use my ability to make you believe that the best way to sleep is by falling out the window.” He bit his tongue from responding, nodding. “I didn’t turn down the Syndicate offer because I thought it would keep me safe.” You reached for his hand, taking it and squeezing it tightly. You didn’t know if it was your foggy mental state that made the idea of confessing your feelings so appealing or if it was just the residual fear in your system, but you didn’t care regardless.

“Why did you turn it down, then?” Wilbur asked softly.

“I turned down the Syndicate offer because I was worried about working with you.” You sighed, “It’s hard to focus around you, Wilbur.”

“Me? I don’t understand, we’ve been best friends for years, why would..?”

“That’s the problem. It’s hard to focus around you because I am constantly wishing that you would love me back.”

You held your breath once the words left your mouth. Wilbur pulled away from you, and you felt your heart drop.

“Do you mean that?” He asked softly, moving to sit in front of you.

You nodded, unable to respond further in fear of the tears resurfacing.

Wilbur reached a hand out, pausing and hesitating for a moment. He continued though, gently cupping your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened. “Only if you mean it.”

He smiled softly, leaning forward and kissing you hard. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you kissed him back, putting all the passion behind it that you’d wanted to for years.

When he pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, catching your breath slowly. He smiled, fingers lightly tracing your arms.

“So… about joining the Syndicate then,” you started.

He laughed, pulling away to grin at you, “You don’t have to decide anything tonight. But it would be really nice. You probably wouldn’t be on the front lines, but we’d love to have you. Plus, we’d be able to see each other a lot more.” He grinned.

You smiled, “Well, I’ll give you a formal answer in the morning. But as for an informal one, I’d fucking love it.”

He grinned, holding you close once more. You ran your hands up and down his back gently, and he hissed in pain when you reached the midpoint of his back. You pulled away.

“Will? You alright?”

He gave a thumbs up, and you smirked, “Say it out loud.”

He groaned, ��I am alright. I am perfectly fine.” You could feel the pressure of his words in your head, and they almost sounded distorted. A clear lie.

“Let me see your back.” You smiled, and he groaned.

“You know how much I hate that I can’t lie to you?” He huffed, turning and pulling his sweater up.

“I know, I know,” you took a good look at his back, frowning at the dark bruise on his back, “Wilbur, you have a huge bruise. Are your ribs okay? It looks like some might be cracked.”

“They feel fine,” he shrugged. The pressure returned to your head, and this time you could feel a sensation of burning below your hands. A big lie, then.

“...I’m texting Tommy.”

“No, do not!”

You already had your phone out, texting Tommy to ask for him to come as soon as possible, both for Wilbur and so you could thank him for healing you.

“Too late,” you smiled, and Wilbur huffed, pulling his sweater back down.

He wrapped an arm around you again, kissing the top of your head, “You’re lucky I love you, Aletheia.”

“I am,” you smiled softly. There was no pressure or warm sensation. He did love you. He meant it. “Alethia? God of… truth, right?”

He nodded, “It’s Techno’s codename for you. He chose it out months ago.”

You smiled fondly, “Cool. Has a nice ring to it.”

He nodded, “I agree. And for what it’s worth, I’m lucky too.” He smiled, and you gave him a gentle kiss.

“We’re both lucky. Maybe our duo name could be Tyche.”

“Oh, god, I’m going to have to deal with so many more Greek mythology references with you in the Syndicate, aren’t I?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

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The Witch | Siren!Wilbur Soot

This is a sorta au from the fanfic Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains. I read this fanfic and absolutely fell in love. So I like wanted to make my own character and she is called 'The Witch' she is based off scarlet witch because i love her. But yeah. Tommyinnit's Clinic for Supervillains was created by @bonesandthebees i highly suggest you read it!

The Witch was a well known supervillain even if she was new. No one knew exactly who or what she was. She was able to control people's minds, was able to make them see things that weren't there and was able to make them do things they didn't exactly want to do.

After getting into a fight with Dream, everyone knew she was bad news. She hadn't exactly defeated Dream, no one had ever defeated Dream. But she was able to make him freak out thinking he was surrounded by a swarm of wasps before getting away. She had made Dream look like a complete fool, he had become the newest meme on the internet. And because of that, she was now Dreams number one target.

She didn't work with the syndicate and as much as they wanted to get in contact with her, they were unable to. She would just disappear into a cloud of red before anyone got the chance to even look at her. And no one knew if that cloud of red was some sort of mind manipulation or if she had some other powers people didn't know about. She was a complete mystery.

That was until The Witch had run into Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis. They had gotten into a fight with Dream and 404, of course. After everything that happened between Flame and Nemesis, Nemesis had a pretty big target on her back. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in if she hadn't felt the need to. Knife after Knife had been thrown at Siren and even though he wasn't too bad at dodging, he still cut cut right in the arm. Nemesis and Zephyrus had been focused on Dream but it wasn't going to well. As Nemesis was about to use her powers, she was tackled to the ground by Dream. And as Zephyrus had gone to pick Dream up, a knife had gone right into his wing, sending him to the ground. The Witch wouldn't have stepped in, but she felt like she needed too.

As Dream got up, ready to destroy Zephyrus with all of his strength, The Witch stood right in front of him. Dream was about to punch, but his hand was stuck in the air and wasn't moving. He stared at her with anger but The Witch only smirked, "I heard you weren't a big fan of the wasps, how about something different?" She said. And as she stepped back, her magic flowing through her hands in a bright red light. Dream began to panic. "What the fuck! What the fuck!" He began to scream, it looked like he was trying to get things off of him. Once again he looked like a fool.

As she was about to turn away, and disappear right into her cloud of red, a knife was thrown. "Watch out!" Siren had yelled but it was too late. The knife had gone right into her neck. She was sure she was a goner. She fell to her knees. She was angry, pissed. She didn't care if she was about to lose the last of her energy, she was going to make 404 pay. With all of her energy, she summed up what looked like a ball of red light before sending it right at 404. One the ball hit him, he was sent into the wall of the nearest building. Siren, Zephyrus and Nemesis stood in silence. She didn't hear anything else before she passed out.

"Come on, Tommy, you can fix this." Siren said, pacing around as he watched Tommy's hands go to The Witches neck. "I'm aware I can fix this but with you hovering over me like a goddamned fly is not helping," Tommy said through gritted teeth. "Siren, calm down." Zephyrus said. "Calm down? Did you see what she was able to do? She's powerful, we could use her on our side." Siren said, looking at Zephyrus. "She did kind of save all of our lives.. the least we could do is save hers even if she doesn't want to work with us." Nemesis said.

Tommy's hands were on The Witches neck. He closed his eyes, focusing his energy on healing the wound. After a few minutes, he stumbled back. His head pounded and his neck hurt like a bitch. It burned like someone had scratched it. "I'll get you water," Nemesis said before walking off. "Thanks," Tommy muttered before leaning back against the counter. "She's not waking up," Siren said. "Give it a few minutes, she was just stabbed in the neck, im not even sure if she can talk." Tommy mumbled. Nemesis came back, handing him a glass of water which he downed within seconds.

"How long should we wait? It's been like 5 minutes," Siren said, growing anxious. "If you're so scared, use your powers. That woke Niki- Nemesis up pretty fast." Tommy said. Siren nodded, "Wake up," Siren said. Immediately her eyes flew open. "Jesus fucking- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" She yelled, her voice was gravely. She quickly moved back away from the group, her hands started to grow red. "I swear to god if you touch me- I-I will end you," she said, jaw clenched. She was prepared to fight. "No, no, we don't want to fight. We just saved you," Siren said. "Saved me? You saved me?" She asked. Tommy held up his bloody hands, "I got magic fingers." He said. She looked at him, confused but they couldn't see her face. "Did you see my face?" She asked, her hands still glowing red. "No, no absolutely not. We would never do that." Siren said. She stared between all four of them. "Why the hell did you save my life?" She asked. "Well, you saved our lives. If you hadn't shown up, I'm sure Dream would've beaten me to a pulp," Nemesis said. She spoke softly. It confused The Witch, how can a girl with such a soft voice almost have killed someone.

"Okay... can I leave now?" The Witch asked, her hands now turning back to their normal color. "Uh, not quite.. we would like to talk to you," Zephyrus said. "And you probably don't wanna stand up to quickly, you might pass out again." Tommy added. "If you're going to ask me to join The Syndicate.. I'll kindly decline. I don't work well with others." She stated. "You don't work well with others?" Siren asked. "No, I do not. So I will ask again, can i leave?" She asked once more.

In reality.. she worked greatly with others.. she just grew attached to easily. She had learned the hard way to not get attached to people, especially not other supervillains.. because 9 times out of 10 they end up dead. She didn't want to go through that again. "You're free to go.. but before you leave, let me give you our number." Zephyrus said. "Your number? Why?" She asked. "Because, we owe you one. So if you're ever in trouble, give us a call." Zephyrus said. "You owe me one? I think we can call it even. I saved your lives and the child saved my life." She said. "I'm not a child!" Tommy groaned. "Sorry, teenager," she corrected herself with a giggle. Tommy threw his hands up in defeat, "whatever." He said. "Then, we can call it even. But still, we aren't one to turn down a fight." Zephyrus said. "Okay... I guess it could be useful if i need the teenager again." She said. Tommy groaned at that. She stood up slowly, using the wall for support. "Uh, I'll see you guys around," she said awkwardly. "Be safe out there." Zephyrus said. "What? Do you think I plan on being dangerous?" She joked. "We don't exactly know what you plan on doing," Siren chuckled. "Good, the more mysterious, the better," She said. Then once again she disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.

"I'm confused," Tommy said, after The Witch had left. "About?" Wilbur asked as he took off his mask. The coast was clear so he wasn't exactly worried about being himself again. "So.. you said she made Dream see things.. then you said she threw 404 into a wall.. and now she just like teleported out of here.. how many powers does she have?" Tommy asked. The group went silent. That was a great question. "Well.. so far it seems like she has Mind Manipulation, Telekinesis and teleportation.." Phil said. "So.. she's like some super supervillain.." Tommy said. "Or she's a mutant?" Wilbur asked. "A mutant?" Tommy asked. "Mutants don't exist, they're like some fable created by Hero's to scare people about supervillains." Niki said. "So.. maybe she just has some power that includes all of those other powers?" Tommy asked. "Maybe.. but I'm not sure exactly what that could be." Phil said. "Me neither.. I've just never seen someone as powerful as her.." Wilbur said. "Ooo sounds like someone has a crush!" Tommy said, with a laugh. "What? No I don't! I don't even know her!" Wilbur defended himself. "But you want to know her don't you? You wanna take her on a date and kiss her and hug her-" Tommy said. Wilbur cut him off by kicking his leg. "Boys," Phil said sternly making the boys stop. Niki giggled at this. "Sorry, I just don't have a crush on her." Wilbur said, slightly pouting. Tommy continued to make kissy faces at him. The rest of the ride home was filled with Tommy bugging him about his supposed crush on The Witch.

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Materialist:

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( Click on anything underlined to read! :D )

Wilbur soot ♪

A new start -Wilbur comforts you after a breakup

As the sun sets -you go to a Lovejoy concert and then end up on stage with them

The longer I’m gone -Your cafe crush turns into more

Meant to be -You and Wilbur meet on a plane

Comforting tunes -Wilbur helps you after surgery

New Year’s resolutions -You and Wilbur start a new resolution

Sad neighbor -You help Wilbur after you hear him crying

Late night walks -you ramble about stars to Wilbur

Love or Host -You join Wilbur’s love or host

(Blurbs)

L’manburg au -Wilbur is in love with your talent

Sleepy Wilbur -Literally just sleepy wilbur

New neighbor -You start to fall in love with your new neighbor

Feeling sick -You go to a Lovejoy concert even though you are sick

Ballet reader x janitor wilbur -Wilbur watches you dance

Swing dancing with wilbur -Literally just swing dancing with Wilbur

Geography rants -Turns out both you and wilbur love geography <3

My love -Wilbur spends a whole week planning you a surprise date

With all my love -Musicianbur makes you a song

Made it -You and wilbur both win Grammys!

Love at first sound -You and wilbur write loves songs to each other

Mine -Vampire!wilbur and YN dance to a little song

Lovely night - You make wilbur a little date

(Siren)

“God, i hate you!” - Different situations of you and Siren/Wilbur with the same four words

People I don’t like - You and Siren go on a mission but you betray them

Ceux qui nous détruisent - your back story to my story lolz

(Series)

Click. -Your lifelong friendship with Wilbur turns into more

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Tommyinnit ッ

Cuddles -You become jealous but Tommy is there to help

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Multiple People ❥

Heart broken -How different dsmp people would react to you being broken up with

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Young Coriolanus:

Weakness -Corio realizes he finally has a weakness after so long, you.

(Blurbs)

In love -coming soon!

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Request Series:

None yet!

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[koithelittle]

moodboards

wilbur-verse

little!dark wolf moodboard || x

day 1 of f.a.c. (fictional agere challenge) // no warnings // wolf themed

cg!wilma soot moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // day 2 of f.a.c. // no warnings // artist + bear themed

flip!argbur moodboard || x

day 5 of f.a.c. // no warnings // winter blue theme

regressor!ghostbur moodboard || x

day 8 of f.a.c. // no warnings // baby blue and white theme

cg!godbur moodboard || x

day 9 of f.a.c. // no warnings // blue stars and Christmas theme

cg!clinic wilbur moodboard || x

siren/wilbur from tcfsv // no warnings // dark teal and black/white theme

cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @wilmaslittleflower // no warnings // yellow, brown, bear and art theme

cg!vampire!wilbur moodboard || x

no warnings // black, red and white theme

cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // brown, bear, bunnies and dear theme

cg!revivebur moodboard || x

no warnings // brown, yellow and white theme

cg!goddess wilma moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // pink, white and brown theme

cg!wilbur + puppy obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // pink soft puppy theme

cg!wilbur with space/poetry loving little moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // blue, tan and spacey theme

burgundy wilbur moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // non agere, standard moodboard // reddish burgundy theme

cg!darkwolf moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by @corner-of-void // no warnings // blue, grey and wolf theme

christmas with cg!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // red christmas theme

cg!wolfbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // black gold and wolf theme

cg!simpbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // white, silver webcore theme

purple cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // purple soft theme

cg!wilbur stimboard || x

no warnings // bear + yellow/brown theme

cg!purple fairy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + fairy theme

cg!wilbur purple witchy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple, witchy theme (candles, crystals, etc)

cg!knightbur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

requested by simpbur anon // no warnings // red, grey, brown + knight theme

cg!wilbur purple space moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + space theme

cg!zombur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

no warnings // yellow + brown theme

cg!wilbur cozy yellow moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow + cozy vibes theme

content creators

sitter!tommyinnit moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and red theme

cg!ranboo moodboard || x

no warnings // pink, gray and bunny theme

cg!markiplier moodboard || x

requested by // no warnings // red and black theme

cg!charlie slimecicle moodboard || x

no warnings // light green theme

sitter!ranboo with dino obsessed little || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings // green dino theme

x-files

cg!fox mulder moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // no warnings // space/blue themed

fnaf

cg!mike schmidt moodboard || x

requested by @jjtheresidentbaby // no warnings // soft, brown theme

cg!glamrock freddy moodboard || x

day 7 of f.a.c. // no warnings // orange blue theme

marionette moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // purple, 80s arcade theme

other

cg!steve harrington x little!eddie munson || x

day 3 of f.a.c. // no warnings // there was no theme

regressor!loki moodboard || x

day 6 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green frog theme

havenplace dr moodboard || x

day 10 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green, winter and Christmas theme

twenty one pilots moodboard || x

requested by @justyouraveragealien // no warnings // white, grey, blue, black, red theme

cg!dean winchester moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // brown grey theme

cg!steven grant moodboard || x

requested by 🎀 anon // no warnings // moon, yellow/grey/white theme w moons

curious george moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and brown theme

winnie the pooh moodboard || x

requested by @aew-kun-age-regression // no warnings // yellow theme

cg!argyle + dino obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings //dino, green theme

cg!connor rk800 moodboard || x

no warnings // blue, white + well.. Connor themed

#sfw agere #wilbur soot agere #koimoodboards #wilbur soot

[heartofwritiing]

TWO MORE SIREN FICS?? I say write those bitches down

yessss the first one i have is:

siren x barista!reader who works at the cafe tommy works at, it’s leaned more towards civilian!wilbur 🙃

the other one is siren x hero!reader who joins the syndicate but i haven’t worked out all the details yet. 

#wilbur soot x reader #siren!wilbur x reader #clinic!wilbur #clinic!wilbur x reader #tommyinnits clinic for supervillains

[poraphia]

I saw some of your posts about Tommyinnit’s clinic for supervillains and I had never heard of it and now I’ve finished it in a day lol. Could you do a hero reader x siren where the hero reader knows Wilbur and siren knows the civillian reader and one day they’re in a battle and realisation and emotional shit goes on. I’ll leave you to decide what happens and whether someone dies :)

"Slow Your Breathing, Look At Me."

pairing • clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader 1958 words • 9.24.23 containing • depictions of weapons, deep wounds, broken ribs, angst, wilbur and reader are heartbroken my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"Tell me you're not Siren. Tell me I'm not just some hero that fell in love with a supervillain."

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“WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY!” Dream growled. Before he could utter another word, he used his telekinesis to throw a car at the flying Zephyrus.

The Syndicate had robbed the most successful and popularly known bank in L’manburg. Not only was it the bank thousands of citizens used, but it was also where most heroes got their paychecks. Meaning that there was the risk of the supervillains knowing the heroes’ identities. This caused headquarters to send out what Heroes we had available to fight against the Syndicate. Funnily enough, we were only fighting against the grand trio: Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus. The other heroes were on the hunt to find the other runaway supervillains who were previously on the scene.

I dodged through Blade’s sharp attacks, using my power of slowing down time to know exactly where his edges would land.

“Haste! I need your help!” I whipped my head around to find Rewind on the concrete. His leg was bleeding out from a nasty slice that nearly ripped to his bones.

“I got you!” I exclaimed. I sped past through the battles and bloodshed, narrowly dodging the flap of feathers and the muffled sound of a honey voice. The world around me was blurry, and I could only make out the figure of Rewind’s body heaving on the pavement. Once I was close enough, I picked up Rewind, holding him close, before carefully speeding past through the fighting yet again. I burst through the doors of a nearby building before running up the stairs as swiftly as I could. In a matter of seconds, we were by Supreme’s side. Supreme patted on the laid-out cushion he had set out before I placed Rewind down.

“Agh, I’m never going to get used to that…” He groaned, softly chuckling. I plopped down next to him as Supreme proceeded with his healing process.

“Pff, you’re going to be okay,” I reassured. He turned to me, a curious tilt turning his head.

“Hey, Haste, how do you control your powers anyway? If that isn’t a complicated answer—” He hissed in pain, feeling the alcohol sting his skin as Supreme cleaned his wound.

“Sorry!” Supreme quickly apologized.

“N-No worries—!” Rewind said through gritted teeth. I softly chuckled at his antics.

“Well, it was kind of a hard process. It took a lot of training to individually control my own speed separate from the world’s speed.” I explained. “It used to be ‘Oh I’m slow and everyone slow!’ or vice versa. But now it’s like… The whole world can be slow and I’m super speed! And if I’m ever holding someone, they can see what I’m seeing too!” I shrugged.

“Wow, I didn’t know it worked like that!” Rewind exclaimed, excitement seeping into his voice. I smiled, flattered that he took an interest in my powers.

“You’re all patched up Rewind! Be more careful next time.” Supreme said, dusting off his hands. We both looked down, not even realizing that the wound was already fully healed. “Thanks for sticking around to talk to him again, Haste. You know how squirmish Rewind can get when he’s not distracted.”

“Hey! Not true—!”

A loud crash interrupted Rewind’s banter. I stumbled over to the edge of the tower, only to see 404 throwing blades at Dream whilst Flame zapped fire under his feet. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I sped down the stairs in a blurry haze before running across the street to tackle 404 down. “What was the command?!” I nearly demanded out of 404.

“It was only for me and Flame! He told us to take down Dream!” He explained briefly, but before he could say anymore, he pushed me off and his focus regained on Dream. Blade’s swords nearly slammed against me as I was about to get up. With speed, I was able to narrowly dodge my guts being spilled. I stumbled back onto my feet, running toward 404 and Flame. I looked behind me, realizing that Blade and Zephyrus were escaping. From the rooftops, I saw Rewind and Felis chasing after them. Turning back around, I realized that Dream was locked onto Siren, who was attempting to make his escape.

“Dream! I’ll cover for you, just get Siren!” I shouted, drawing out my shield. I swiftly ran in front of them, blocking both of them. Flame created a fire in his palms before nearly engulfing me in his creations. I pushed through the heat with my shield, only to be welcomed with daggers flying at me left and right. I slowed down time, carefully taking in how each dagger flew before brushing past each source of danger. I returned time to normal, waiting for their next moves.

A loud thud and a yelp of pain could be heard behind me. As I turned around, I noticed that Dream had Siren pinned against a building. Dream’s hand was raised as he pushed Siren’s body against the concrete, creating cracks surrounding him. I briefly looked back again to clear my way out of 404 and Flame’s attacks but I returned my gaze to the supervillain and hero. Dream was now close to him, a finger etching under his blindfold.

In one quick moment, Dream ripped the blindfold off of his face, and without realizing it, I was slowing down the world to near its max.

No.

No.

No…

I stood in the middle of the street, paralyzed.

The man I had met only a few months ago at a coffee shop.

The man who sat at my table one chilly autumn day after being relentlessly teased by his brother.

The man who I started developing a crush on and would blush when he would order my coffee for me.

He was here,

And he was Siren.

I felt my body charge up with speed, and without thinking, I was running at Dream and Wilbur headfirst. I tackled Dream down, making him lose his power over Wilbur before grabbing Wil and running with him in my arms. Despite the man being nearly double my height, the adrenaline told me I could bench fifty more of him if I had to. I eventually found an empty alleyway to hide in for the time being. As I stumbled into the space, the energy started to drain out of me. Time resumed back to normal as I carefully placed down Wil. I sat myself down in front of him, nearly collapsing. He only groaned in pain, weakly clutching at his ribs.

“Please… Wilbur…” I mumbled through heaving breaths. “Tell me you’re not in front of me right now…”

He didn’t speak. That action alone felt like taking my heartstrings and wrapping them around my neck. My head raced with a thousand thoughts at once, and barely any of them were comprehensive. I just wanted to know what holy being up there in the sky decided that this was my fate. That I had to be a hero in love with a supervillain. I felt sick to my stomach. Without a word, I got up, towering over the frail man. I raised a fist, causing Siren to instinctively start echoing his demand.

“Haste, go—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Wilbur!” I angrily ripped off my mask, throwing it down on the ground. “It’s fucking me! It’s (y/n), you piece of shit!” I felt the tears threatening to spill out, and for once, I let them. Gradually, they cascaded down my cheek and onto the concrete near where Wil’s foot rested.

“(y-y/n)..?” He asked, barely mustering the courage to go above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes refusing to leave his giant, glossy ones. My heart was pounding against my chest as if it threatened to break out and punch Wilbur in his stupid face.

I didn’t know how to feel. I felt anger, shock, heartache, confusion, and distress all at once. As I was absorbed in my head, I didn’t realize his hand was etching toward mine, quietly wrapping his hand around my index finger as he sooth my knuckles with his thumb. I shook my head and looked at him.

“I— I didn’t know this would happen. I’m sorry— I didn’t know either. Oh God, this is all my fault.” He stumbled through his own trembling words. “Dream is probably on the lookout for you now. Y-You need to kill me! I don’t want you to get in trouble!” He cried. I stepped back, shocked at his pleas.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Wil?! I don’t care that I’m in trouble right now, I need to get you to safety!” I yelled back, frustrated. “Contact your healer— Apollo, was it? I-I could hold back Dream I just need you to make it out here alive.” I drew out my shield again, causing Wil to nearly lunge at my legs. He only groaned in pain as he landed near my feet, but he held on tight to my ankles.

“No, (y/n)! He already saw you save me. He’s going to hurt you—!” Wil clutched at his chest again, hissing out swears. “Please, I’m not going to lose you!” He cried. I looked down at him. My chest tightened at the sight of him desperately pleading for my life, despite his broken ribs and body. I crouched down in front of him to stroke his untamed hair. His heaving slowed down as my fingers soothed him ever so slightly.

I sighed, looking at him. “Consider this my resignation from the Heroes of L’manburg. If I have to be put up against someone that I consider one of my closest friends, then call me a villain or weak, but I would never take your life under any circumstances.”

Wilbur paused in his movements. His grip on me started to loosen as I stepped back. “Again, Wil, contact your healer.” He lifted his head up to face me. Tears were running down his face with the expression of a puppy who got kicked in the stomach. I smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll see you at the coffee shop next week, okay? I…”

I wanted to say the three words. The words I had been begging to say the moment I realized that I could imagine a future with this man. Instead, I bit my lip and exited out of the alleyway and onto the street.

“Oh, Dream~!” I sang out. “Guess who’s fucking resigning!” I twirled on one foot, flaunting myself as the ultimate distraction. I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply, finally letting the anger boiling inside of me out.

“COME AT ME YOU SMILEY BITCH!”

Wilbur was sprawled out in the alleyway. His hand shook as he reached to click on his earpiece. Immediately he was met by the worried voice of his brother.

“Siren! Siren, where the fuck are you?!” Apollo shouted.

“I’m in an alleyway a few blocks from where the fight originally was. Dream crushed my ribs and nearly saw my identity.” Wil gasped out.

“Oh, for fucks sake man,” Apollo mumbled. “Okay, I’m turning back around! I’ll see you in a moment!”

“W-Wait,” Wil stuttered. “Get the others too. We’re going to need them.”

“Huh, why?” Apollo asked, concern glossing in his voice. Wil, in turn, chuckled as he flipped his body over. His eyes were fixated on the stars twinkling in the night sky.

“Let’s just say, we have a new supervillain we’ll need help smuggling in.”

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a / n ~ hey hey heyyy hope you guys enjoyed this little angsty thing. i've been writing a lot of angst haven't i? oh well. i am flying through these requests! notes of all kind are super duper appreciated!!

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #clinic!wilbur #clinic!wilbur x reader #siren x reader #siren wilbur soot #self insert #will gold

[toiletwipes]

Whenever I'm Alone (With You) | clinic!wilbur

MOUTH SO SWEETLY TELLING LIES — PART TWO

5k words. / [Two months after the festival you're left in the dust of what to do with yourself when you've been ghosted by a really cute guy. Depression hits and it's not a good mix.] [watch out for self-deprecation, slight suicidal ideation, kind of an unhealthy relationship brewing out of pain]

Part 1 — Masterlist

fic title from Lovesong by The Cure but the chapter title is from Cut by The Cure

thank you @drop-of-void for proof-reading!! and i'm tagging some lovely folks now. @sleeby-anon @loversj0y @struggling-with-delia @l0veb0mb1ng @boiled-onionrings

xxxx

After the first month, it’d been easy to slip into the same old routine. Wake up too early, stare at the wall until your alarm goes off, manage either the longest shower ever or brush your teeth, then go to work and come home exhausted. Maybe eat. Stare at the wall a little more, go to bed. Music was optional.

And Seff wasn’t having it after the second.

“If men do this to you, then they don’t deserve you.” You grunted, listening to him ramble as you sat on the couch, arms feeling like noodles as you fold towels that sat on your bed a little too long, with Seff mopping your floor, the rugs rolled up and against the wall. The room smelt like fabuloso. “I’m serious. They don’t get to have a great night, express that they want to get to know you more, exchange numbers and then do jackshit with it.” He stops mopping, opting to lean against the length of it, eyes staring straight at you. You don’t make contact.

“Well it’s not up to me what they do, remember?” It’s hard not to be mean about this, you’re all too aware that when men do this, it’s not your fault. (...Entirely.)

“Vividly.” He says, before finishing up the last corner and putting the mop back in the bucket and putting it off by the laundry room. When he joins you, you’re halfway done. He helps you with the rest of the towels, getting you off the couch and forcing you to tuck the towels into the cabinets. When you get back almost ten minutes later, you find the living room fan turned on high and the floor drying faster, Seff himself back on the couch with gummy candy. He offers some to you when you join him on the couch. You dig a hand into the bag and pop them into your mouth, chewing on them as you let the cleanliness of the place wash over you.

“Doing anything feels like I’m moving through- through a thick goo, like tar. And I can’t get out of it.” The words come out only a smidge louder than a whisper but it was so loud between the two of you. Seff doesn’t say anything. So you continue. “It wasn’t… just him. It was all of those guys. Like, how could all of them have one night and change their mind so fast, like it wasn’t real for any of them.” But it was him. He was the last straw. He made the choice to come up to you and spend the last of the festival with you, it was him that wanted your number. It was all him and then- and then- tears prick your eyes again.

And it was him again, ghosting you, just like the others. They were so different from each other, how could they all do the same thing? There had to be a reason and the only logical one is that it was you. They regretted what they did, what they said, and they regret you.

You feel the hazy feeling wash over you, the tar-like substance coating your limbs and mind as Seff hums, wrapping an arm around you. He knew you so well, you wondered why he stayed. “They’re jackasses, don’t forget that, no matter how nice they were or how they smiled at you, they decided that being a coward was easier, it had nothing to do with you.” You nod, not really listening… but still, it’s a little nice to hear the words. Even if they didn’t stick like they should’ve.

He rubs your shoulder, offering you more candy and letting it sit in his lap when you decline. “Here, let’s finish up cleaning and then you hop in the shower. Vick wants you over for dinner tonight, she’s making your favorite, okay?” You nod, Vick was always so nice and sweet to you, snarky towards her husband. And on good days it didn’t hurt to be around them, to see them in love like crazy people.

“How’d you do it?” You don’t recognize the words coming out of your mouth, foreign and sickly tasting. He hums, sighing as he breathes out while he looks around the apartment.

“How’d I do what?” He asks.

“How’d you know it was her, I mean, you guys moved so fast, how did you- just- how?” Words failed you and you wanted answers but even on autopilot, you’re unsure of what you want to know. Of what you want to hear.

Silence grows as he mulls over the answer. Then he starts standing, getting you up on your feet with him, speaking as he pushes you to the shower, “I’ll tell you when you’re done, how about that?” He smiles as you reach the middle of the tiled bathroom floor, turning to him helplessly as you shiver.

He’s about to close the door when you stop him, reaching out with a hand. He stands there, unmoving, eyes moving up to meet yours and you gulp.

“Thanks.”

He smiles and he shuts the door with a click.

You undress, making no attempts to look at the mirror as you step into the shower, closing the curtains. The water hits your scalp and you try to picture your ails being washed away with the oils in your hair. You try to follow your old routine as best as you can but when thirty minutes pass and all you have to show for it is clean hair and nothing else, you turn the shower off. You’ll take a win where you can. You don’t entirely know it’s been thirty minutes to be fair, but when the water turns from hot to cold you can take the hint it’s time to get out.

Getting dressed and drying your hair with a shirt, you exit your room to find Seff on the couch, finishing the bag of gummy candy off. The corner of your lips twitch up as you toss the shirt at his head, snorting when he shouts and somehow falls onto the ground. “And after all that I’ve done for you!” He says as he wrenches the shirt off his head, throwing it right back at you. “I’ve rolled the rugs out AND I’ve got your bag and keys, and this is the thanks I get?!” A small smile plays on your face, wrapping your arm around his neck in a limp headlock as he continues to mumble about how unfair it was.

“Come on, you big baby, let’s get you back home to Vick,” and at the mention of his wife, he perks right up, handing your things over as he rushes to the door. You follow after him but as you lock the bottom lock, you hear a banging on your window. Your head snaps to the living room, just barely catching the dimmed blue sky of the night, nothing to be seen in the glass. You’d check it out but then you hear Seff call for your name. Turning away, you finish locking your door, following your best friend down the stairs and breathing in and out as your thoughts try to race ahead of you. Despite the genuine fear of a burglar… you couldn’t be bothered to worry too hard about it. One, there wasn’t a thing you could do now, pulling the seat belt over you as Seff started the engine. Two, and you’re sure it’s a bad thought but your mental health has never been known to be particularly okay, but you almost hope there’s somebody waiting for you. Whether they’d kill you immediately or to kidnap you, you’re clueless to which you want more, both are fine options. Maybe torture. Maybe you’d come out of this haze your mind seems to be stuck in.

You hardly notice the car parking, only when the door unlocks and you, automatically, take your seat belt off, opening the door and watching with blinking eyes as Vick, the beautiful woman she is, finds the two of you and hugs both at the same time. It’s a nice hug. Her soap smells nice. Makes you feel sleepy again.

Dinner is filled with laughs and despite your small fears, she doesn’t bring up Wilbur and she doesn’t bring up anybody and she doesn’t say that you deserve better. She just finds ways to make you laugh, make you gasp with the drama she’s heard, helps you with setting the table as Seff finishes off the toasted bread.

Wine is poured in your glass and Vick’s, juice for Seff. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he raises both in return, “what?” he asks as he lifts the fancy glass to his nose, swirling the liquid and then smelling it, with a satisfied nod.

“Pregnant?” He hangs his head in shame as Vick snorts, getting the salt and pepper from the kitchen.

“We wanted to be sure it was hers,” he sends a wink your way before beaming at Vick, accepting the bowl being passed for bread.

The night passes fast and before you can soak the warmth and happiness in for the long run, Seff is already dropping you off, double-checking that you’ll be okay for the weekend. “We’ll be at her mom’s place and you know her mom, middle of nowhere. No signal and—” you cut him off with a tight hug. He doesn’t say anything else until you let go. Until you’re sure the wine isn’t the only thing warm in your chest and belly. You’re slow to pull away but when you do, you walk backwards into your apartment, hand tight around the doorknob. The fear from before is back and though you know he has to leave, you wished he would stay. But that would mean asking. And you can’t ask that of him, not when he’s done so much for you already.

“See you when you get back.” He nods, tight-lipped.

“See you.” He starts the walk back to his car when you call out to him.

The words choke up in your throat but you manage to force them out, tasting bitter like vomit, “love you, be safe.” He parrots it back and tears blur your vision as you wave, watching as he disappears down the steps and then out of sight when his car drives away.

You swallow the lump in your throat, hoping you wouldn’t throw up on the floor after he mopped it, the fear of a familiar pit in your stomach as the door closes behind you. It’s quiet.

Way too quiet.

You turn your TV on, just loud enough to cover the ringing silence in your ears as you sit on the couch, not daring to check your bedroom or the kitchen for any intruders. You’re not sure what you want to find.

Head falling to your lap, phone open, your hand trembles as you press the icon for Wilbur’s contact. Despite him not answering before, you kept texting him and everyday it would stay on delivered, nothing would change. It felt maddening. Lonely. Desperate. You start typing a message out, speaking as your fingers moved, “Seff came over… helped clean and everything. I don’t know… where I’d be without… him.” Tears dripped onto your cheeks as you felt stupid and pathetic and- and- you couldn’t breathe, not around the sobs that escaped your mouth, covering it with one hand as you sent the message. He was just a guy and he only spent one night with you. It wasn’t even that special- you weren’t that special- why would he ever think-

It’s hard to focus but when the tears stop falling and you can breathe, at least through your mouth, you wipe the snot off with your sleeve.

Burglar be damned, you walk into the kitchen, tearing a paper towel off the roll and blowing your nose. It’s loud and it’s warm when you pull it away, groaning at the sight. “Fucking hell,” you mumble, tossing it into the trash.

The floor is cold beneath your feet walking back to the couch and when you sniff, you catch a whiff of that fabuloso again, pressing a hand to your forehead as you reach down to grab your phone. Your breath catches in your throat.

They’re- the messages- they’re not delivered anymore. He’s opened them. Thousands of emotions run through you in the matter of seconds. Air lodges itself in your throat, leaving you dizzy and unable to breathe as you think about it. Shame, humiliation. He’s seeing this pathetic, sad and lonely person vomit in his messages. Shock. Did he- did he lose his phone? Briefly angry, why couldn’t he just open it that night why did he have to wait till now? Staring down the phone screen, you can hardly recognize your thumb pressing on the call button. Without question, the cold press against your ear brings you to the moment, your mind clears of the haze as you’re forced to think, in milliseconds of a game plan. You thought of one over the last two months, wondered what you’d say to him, given the chance, but with your self-deprecating ass it was hard to think at all right now. Taking him back so quickly definitely was wrong, as was assuming he wanted you at all. Oh what to say?

As the call goes through and rings, hearing a vibrating noise outside the window you stiffen up. The one where you heard a noise from-

And the phone picks up, the vibration stops and all you can hear is the distant city noises, and perhaps the quietest panting you’ve heard. You approach the window, holding both hands at your phone, clutching as you whisper, “Wilbur?” Turning around until your back meets the wall beside it, you try to see if looking out would do anything. It doesn’t. It’s just as dark as it is inside of your living room, the only thing disturbing that inky blanket of darkness is your TV. You’re almost scared to turn it off. “Wilbur, what- are you there?” You didn’t know if you meant in general or right outside your fucking window but you can only imagine the answer when you see a phone drop onto the fire escape, a body falling to its knees, you can barely make out the silhouette. You drop your own phone when a hand smacks against the glass, dragging down as it smacks again and again. The shake in your hands makes it hard for you to flip the locks and you slide it up, just barely asking the question: just what in the hell are you doing??

But the hand falls off and a head of fluffy brown hair sticks in and he falls in with as much grace as a limp noodle, groaning all the way. You move him enough only to reach out and grab his phone, looking around to make sure nobody caught him sneaking in. You hope that in the case they do, they assume you’re only sneaking in a boyfriend— even if the assumption hurts to ache for.

“Fuck, Wilbur, what happened to you?” You hiss as you close the window, crouching as you help him sit against the wall, trying to look over him as his head rolls back. His eyes stare up at the ceiling as you look back at the window, catching sight of the red tint dragging down in the shape of his hand. Picking his wrist up, you do see the drying blood coating his skin. Your chest coils tight, thinking the worst of the worst. You try asking him what happened, where’s he hurt before his eyes drift down and find you, his face softening and a deep sigh rattles out of him, interrupted by a hiss and an attempt to press against his ribs. You need to call the ambulance, hell, take him to the hospital yourself but the way he’s sitting on your floor, already adjusting himself seems a little too… relaxed. As one can be relaxed when, no doubt, pain is at the forefront of your mind. “Wilbur, say something,” you beg with gritted teeth. You need a reason to not kick him out, to not pull him into your arms and kiss the wounds away no matter how tempting and how useless it would be. “Say something before I kill you myself.” And then he passes out.

You groan out in frustration, having caught his head in a panic when his body slumped over again and making a dive for the tile. “I cannot be doing this, Seff will kill me-” and then the sudden reminder, of oh yes, as of right now, you cannot call him. Despite more than likely being in the city together, you didn’t want him worrying over you again. You cannot keep doing that to him, he has a life of his own, Vick needs her husband and they’re going to visit her mom— and in your panic, a minute has passed and his head is still in your hand. You, out of nerves, started carding your free fingers through his hair, finding it… wet. You sniff close to his head and nearly groan again, yeah, his hair is wet with sweat.

You push his head back and reach around him, mumbling to yourself about how you should do it. Picking him up by the waist doesn’t do you any favors, neither does pulling on his arms. Bad idea in the first place. Sighing, you make a note to apologize later if he doesn’t die on you when you drag him to your room. It’s no question that he lies on your bed- after a towel has been laid out for him. If he’s bleeding, you don't want too big of a stain. You had considered leaving him on the floor… but then you couldn’t do it.

You check his arms, pushing his sleeves up and finding none of that. You check his head, nothing bleeding there. You take his shoes off but… that’s about all you do besides getting the first aid kit and setting it next to you, along with water and painkillers. If he was bleeding in the legs or chest or hell, even his feet, you needed him awake for that. And despite him literally being on your fire escape, which raises all sorts of questions mind you, you couldn’t undress him. You couldn’t.

After a few minutes, you shake his shoulder, giving his face a few smacks when he wakes up with a jolt, looking around until he finds you and then he groans, clutching at his side again, eyes shut tight. Then he tries to sit up. “Hey slow down there,” you say, holding onto his shoulder when it seemed he would stand up.

“Please, I should-” he swallows and you despise yourself for looking at his throat move, “I should go.”

“You shouldn’t be moving at all, now where’s the blood?” You speak fast, hoping to hide the shake in your voice if you were mean about it. He tried to fight you on it but when you pushed on his chest, stepping between his legs, he couldn’t move, head flung back as he tried to reel the grunts of pain in, trying to be quiet. “If you needed the hospital- or- or a clinic, you should’ve gone there first. But you didn’t, so you’re gonna tell me what’s hurting so I can help you.” He lays limp on your bed, unable to look at you as his mouth dropped open and snapped shut several times. “If you don’t tell me where it hurts, I’m going to stab you and then stitch you up myself and then throw you out my window so fucking- say something.”

It’s silent. Until it wasn’t. “Everywhere,” he rasped, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “It hurts everywhere. I can’t-” he gasps, hand coming up to where your own still processes, in the middle of his chest and over yours“-think.” You retract your hand immediately, backing up as you give him space. Space for yourself.

“Is there anything bleeding?” You ask and when he shakes his head, you think back to the clear blood on his hands, on your window. It doesn’t add up but taking it with a generous fistful of salt, you want to scream. “Okay- okay. Fuck.”

In the end, you have him sit up, half-apologizing for the pain and the other of you lets him have it, he can handle it just this once. He could’ve called, he could’ve texted, anything, but no, he had to wait until he was literally too hurt to move.

“Did you break anything?” You ask, digging through the first-aid kit while you waited for him to take his shirt off, “because with the way you’re bitching about these bruises—”

“—bitching?” He cuts you off, shirt halfway over his head.

“— yes, bitching, you’re not bleeding, if anything was broken you would’ve, surely, gone to a clinic. A healer, just, fucking anybody. No, you had to come to me.” You say, pulling out the self-adherent wrap and opening it up, unable to fault yourself in finding a battered, bare-chested Wilbur on your bed and losing your voice for it. The hair on his chest that leads down his stomach that leads further down into his pants… you breathe in as he himself is quiet. Starting at his ribs, you have him hold it down as you begin wrapping it around his torso, dedicated to ignoring the heat of his skin, how close you are to him. How you have to stand with one leg between his and lean into his space.

With each go-around, you make sure it’s not too tight, just enough to keep pressure and when you tape it down, you have him lay back down, gathering the first-aid kit to put on the nightstand. Heading into the kitchen for an ice-pack. In the middle of making one in a ziploc bag, you wonder what the fuck you’re doing. You’re patching up a guy who fell into your living room after having ghosted you for two months.

You want to be mad at yourself, you want to punish yourself so badly for letting him in so easily.

“Listen, I just wanted to say—” he says when you walk in and you couldn’t help yourself, you chucked it at the bed and snatched the throw blanket on your dresser, ignoring any other attempts at conversation.

“Get some rest, don’t call for me unless that bag is melted.” You say over your shoulder, closing your bedroom door shut and you can’t help the pathetic slide down against it. Tears try to fall but you wipe them furiously. He does not get to wander in and fuck everything up. For goodness’ sake, you’ve just mopped.

Setting up camp on your couch, you lie down with the knowledge that yeah your neck will be shit in the morning, but you don’t care. You don’t care. It won’t matter in the morning because in the morning, he’ll be okay enough to get up and stand somewhat straight and maybe without help and he’ll insist on leaving. That’s just how it’ll go. He’ll say he never meant to end up on your fire escape and in the morning, he’ll apologize for taking up your bed. Because that’s just how it’ll go. And then he’ll go. And you’ll never see him again.

That’s how it’s going to be. It’ll never be anything more. You sniffle, can’t even stop crying for a night. How fucking useless. You bury your head into the throw pillow and shiver under the thin blanket. It’ll be over soon. It’ll be over and he’ll be gone and you can pretend that you never intended on letting someone murder you. You can pretend that you’re normal and pretend everything is okay. Breathing out, you let sleep fall over you.

You rub the ache in your neck, grimacing as you flip another pancake, successfully burning it. It goes onto a stack of burnt pancakes. Turning off the stove, you don’t even pull butter or the syrup out of the fridge. Maybe your bitterness will fade away with time… maybe you’ll be able to look back in time and say, it’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be. For right now, you get to be petty and serve your bruised guest burnt food.

Opening your bedroom door, you halt in your footsteps; finding him fast asleep. The ice-pack is nowhere to be found. A sigh falls out of your mouth, the sound of the plate that knocks against the dresser is almost as loud as your defeat. You take the blanket you’d slept with and drape it over him, tucking the edges under him. The idiot slept on top of the cover. Standing up straight, you look at him. This is the first time you’ve seen him in two months, and you feel hopeless. He looks so peaceful, so handsome, so pretty, so helpless you can’t help but want to stay. But he’s hurt you. No matter what he has to say.

You breathe in deep before turning to leave and you would’ve made it out the door had he not reached out for you, grasping your wrist with cold fingers. You shiver under his touch as his head falls to the side, his hair falling into his closed eyes. “What you do to me is cruel,” you whisper, sliding down to the floor and letting him hold your wrist. You don’t know how much I regret meeting you and you don’t know how much I cherish meeting you at all.

It takes twenty minutes for him to wake up, two minutes after that for him to let go. You stand up, throwing a new shirt at him. This one happened to be completely oversized and old for you, perfect for him. “Get dressed and eat, I’m either taking you to a hospital or a healer you know, fifteen minutes.” You don’t give yourself time to loiter in the room, you don’t give him time to explain himself. (You know that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mean to ghost you but let’s be real, you’re you. And he’s Wilbur. The math isn’t adding up. He just wasn’t that interested.)

About ten minutes after you walk out of your room, he stumbles out, gripping onto the walls and he groans with his mouth closed. You don’t let him see your flustered face at the sound, just walking out and letting him follow you to the stairs. You pull one of his arms over your shoulders and make a point not to talk to him, even when he tries to get you to let go. Saying all about how he can walk on his own and stairs are no problem… you couldn’t resist it though, he was pretty insistent that he’d be okay and maybe you’re still upset. You let go and watch as he falls down one step, catching him before he scraped himself up even more.

“And you said you had it under control.” You mutter and you can see he wants to say more but you send him a look that has him clenching his jaw again.

“Look, you don’t need to take me to a hospital.” He begins after the two of you are settled in your car.

“So you know a healer?” You turn to him, giving him a blank stare.

“Well- maybe- I-” he stumbles over his words as you start the engine.

“You have very limited options right now. Either I take you to someone who will help you or I will dump your ass on the front step of the nearest doctor. Pick one.” His jaw sets and you make it a point to stare ahead as he gives you directions.

In no time, you find yourself in front of an apartment building, helping him get out of the car and into the lobby. You barely helped him into the elevator before turning to leave, watching as he leaned against the elevator doors. He stumbled over his words again.

“I couldn’t text you. I wanted to, so badly.” He says, with the wettest eyes known to man.

“So you’re telling me, you saw I was texting, couldn’t respond  for some mysterious reason and you expect me to tell you it’s okay?”

“I’m not saying it was.”

“Two months, Wilbur, you left me alone for two months.” You say, throwing it out there and he wants to say more, you can see it so clearly. You can see he wants to say why, wants to tell you everything. His big, sad eyes stare you down, tears close to falling. You look behind you, holding onto the elevator doors as you lean closer into the enclosed space. “And we’re only talking because you showed up at my window, bruised to hell and back with someone’s blood on your hands. Talk to me when you’re healed. Because yeah, I have questions. And if you can’t answer them when you’ve healed up, just go back to ignoring me. It worked perfectly fine for the both of us, didn’t it?” You don’t know why you said any of that, bitterness and hurt chokes you up, your words coming out stilted or too fast. Because no way in any version of reality were you okay. You wanted the truth. You wanted to know exactly what went wrong that night for him to ignore you.

And if he’s being honest with you right now, you’re not sure what to make of it.

But you’ve said your piece and the first tear falls down his cheek. So you lean in, palm smacking the button for the doors to close. You don’t wait a second before turning around and heading back to your car. Breaking down right in front of it.

You were so far from being okay, so, so fucking far.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #c: wilbur #c: wilbur soot #eggplicit #<- i go a little nuts at the thought of chest hair my bad #and stomach hair..... a happy.. happy trail sjghsghs #ANYWAYS! #c: clinicbur #au: clinic #c: sirenbur #gender neutral reader

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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 💛💛

#simpbur x reader #simpbur request #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #gn!reader #tw stitching #tw alcohol #tw violence mention

[athenastudios]

She/her pronouns

Dad techno x mom reader

This came from wattpad, it was copy pasted though it is still made by me.

"Hot chocolate"

READER'S POV!

i wake up to heavy arms wrapped around me, turning around, i am met with my lovely fiance still sound asleep. I find myself staring at him, looking so peaceful.

"You done staring?" I jump slightly at the sound of his voice.

"Mm, yeah." I stretch out a bit.

"Goodmorning then."

"Goodmorning, techno."

Suddenly, the door bursts open to a toddler with her arms open to us.

"Goodmowning!" The 3 year old says as she jumps up onto the bed.

"Goodmorning, Princess." Techno says as he sits up and situates the girl onto his lap.

"Goodmorning, Elise." I say and kiss my daughter's forehead.

"What do you wanna do today?" Techno asks Elise.

"Cafe with momma!" She says excitedly.

"Awe, sorry baby i can't, momma has work today." I say as floof comes up to the bed and onto my lap.

"Can't you take the day off?" Techno asks with a pout.

"I can't, i have a surgery on a cat."

My daughter pouts as a response.

"Thats ok princess, we can still go together." As Techno says that, she smiles big and nods.

"Speaking of work, i have to get ready or else i will be late." I inform and let floof down onto the bed as she starts playing with Elise.

I work as a lead Vet at a Pet clinic and adoption center. I love my job, but sometimes it can be a little...weird. like this one time, someone came in and said that their cat, named jambo, swallowed 11 magnets. Which is actually the cat im gonna give a surgery to today.I take a quick shower and get ready quickly changing into my scrubs and putting my my lab coat into ky bag for me to change into once i get to the building. I get down to the kitchen to see Techno feeding Elise some oatmeal.

"I gotta go, bye love! Bye Elise!" As i say that, i peck Techno on the lips and kiss my baby's forehead and finally walk out the door and into my car to get to the Building

TECHNO'S POV!

"Guess its just you and me now huh?" I say as i look at my daughter. She just smiles at me, i smile back at how cute she is.

After a little bit, i finally got her to shower and put her in someclean clothes. A Blue shirt with overalls and some sneakers.

"Café!" She speaks with her hands up.

I quickly walk out the door, locking it, with her on my hip. Walking the 10 minutes to the café.

As i walk i to the café, a bell dings signalling someone came in, making Elise giggle at the sound.

I walkup to the counter to the barista who looks no younger than 19.

"Hello sir, what can i get you today?" They ask.

"Uhm, ill get a latte and a muffin. And a hot chocolate for her." I say, mentioning to Elise at the end.

"Ok. Bear or cat?" They ask Elise.

I pull a look of confusion before the barista mouths 'the hot chocolate pattern'. I make an 'o' face and turn to my duaghter who also looks a bit confused.

"Pick one." I say, encouraging her to pick either a bear or a cat.

"Bear!" She says.

The barista quickly nods and i hand them the payment.

They quickly whip up our order, but before they give it to us the barista pirs some milk onto the hot chocolate and hands it to her. I look at the cup and it has a bear pattern.

"What do you say?" I ask Elise.

"Thank you!" She says with a big grin.

We head into one of the booths and quickly finish the food given to us.

"Did you like it?" I ask her as we walk out the cafe and back home.

She nods at me and motions for me to pick her up. I chuckle in response but still pick her up.

And then we head home.

Time skip a few hours later

I was in a call with Phil, Tommy and Wilbur just hanging out as i hear a cry from the nursery room

"Hold on guys ill be a minute." I say as i take of my headphones and walk to my Daughter's room.

"Shh, hey what the matter?" I ask her as i pick her up, only hearing her sniffle instead of crying.

"So you're just clingy huh?" I say with a chuckle. "just like her mom." I mumble.

I walk back to the office and sit down on my comfy chair, sitting Elise down on my lap and taking of the plug of my headset

"Hey guys im back." I say.

"Techno help me." I hear Phil say

"Tech, do you think there are more wheels or doors in the world?" Tommy asks as Elise tries eating the wire. For a 3 year old, she still likes chewing on things. "Becuase i think th—"

"Ops no we don't eat that" I say as i take the wire out of her mouth, cutting the little gremlin off in the process.

"Awwww is Baby Elise there with you?" Wilbur coos.

"Yep. And she's trying to eat the wire." I say as i try to take the wire out of her mouth again.

READER'S POV!

"Tech, I'm home!" I yell a bit as i enter the house.

"Tech?" I kick off my shoes and drop my bag onto the couch, only grabbing my phone.

I walk upstairs to check Elise's room, only to find it empty. I entered my and Techno's room next, to be met with my Fiancé sleeping next to my daughter, his arm lightly draped on top of her.

I smile at the sight. Quickly taking a picture and changing into my pajamas. I join the two in bed and feel and arm drape over me.

"Goodnight, my love." Techno mumbles, his eyes still closed.

"Goodnight, Tech." I say and fall into a deep slumber.

Divider from @cafekitsune

#dsmp x reader imagines #dsmp x reader #dsmp #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade x y/n #mom reader #baby

[loversj0y]

hey its me glonk

so

talking about siren/clinic!wilbur.

Imagine Sire having a love/hate relationship with a low-ranking hero.

(Now I say "low-ranking", but it doesn't mean they're weak. They're just... really bad at their job. They can fight, but they're a little too brutal for the public eye. Breaking bones, etc..

So the hero committee says they are too violent to move up the ranks. Ironic, considering that they are the only hero that doesn't kill villains. The other heroes do much worse all the time-- they just keep it under wraps.)

Anyway, maybe the hero has some nullification power. Siren's voice doesn't work on them, so they end up duking it out in a good old fashioned fistfight.

Unless its the hero's lunch break. they only work when they have to.

eventually, when one gets a call about the other and an order to go deal with them, neither knows whether its going to be a snog-in-the-alleyway kind of day or a beat-each-other-to-a-pulp kind of day until they lock eyes.

fuck Enemies to lovers, this is enemies AND lovers.

lonemies. lovemies. enevers. Enemivers? Who knows.

(also. imagine the hero getting fired one day because they incapacitated someone in a rather brutal manner-- on live television. Does the Hero Committee care that it allows its other heroes to do far worse, just out of the public eye? No! Boom, they are fired)

you bet that siren goes asking them ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ ̶p̶h̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶n̶u̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ to join the syndicate.

glonk. you get me. oh my god.

okay i kind of went crazy down below but i love this concept SO much

enemies AND lovers is SOOO powerful. i feel like siren would have a complex about anyone who cant be affected by his power naturally bc on one hand, it pisses him off, but on the other hand, he LOVES it because it allows him to feel secure in knowing they will never think he’s manipulated them and he’ll never have the option to (id imagine growing up, he found it hard to make connections because people who knew his power and didn’t understand it would find it hard to trust him)

i love the idea too of their very first meeting. hero reader is brand new, spiffy, ready to tackle any challenges! and who do they get? literally one of the three top ranking heros. and yeah they’re terrified but they agreed to this so they get ready to fight and siren just is not having it and simply tries to command them and reader is like *oh fuck…wait.* and they both have this mutual realization that he cant use his power and immediately in siren’s eyes. they are rivals. siren manages to get away without any fight due to the shock and processing they both have, but the hero committee quickly hears about it and is PISSED because, from the media’s view, hero reader didnt even try. which is why next time the hero just gets aggressive and physical and the hero committee ALSO gets pissed again and reader is just like ????? already so done with this shit but they’re on a contract fuck.

but oh thats when siren catches them. they’re not really paying attention to patrolling, still pissed off and reeling from the meeting with the hero committee, so it isnt hard for siren to come up behind them and get them pinned down. and he’s all cocky and talking shit, and reader is too tired to actually fight him or be angry, so siren is like. something is wrong here, i want a reaction. so he switches to flirting. and oh boy does that do the trick. and reader is so tired theyre just like. fuck the hero committee. fuck everything. im going to have fun. and they end up making out in the dark alleyway until siren gets called away by the syndicate.

and the song and dance continues, either fighting or making out (though siren does note that the fighting tends to happen more when the media is involved) hero learns more abt the syndicate and is like honestly i cant even hate them bc the hero committee IS bullshit and the committee is up their ass about needing to be better, constantly needing to be better and fight more and help more people, and they let out some stress with thanatos, but it’s more of a “beat each other up until we’re exhausted and can relax” type of fight until hero accidentally knocks him completely cold because his head hit a brick wall. and they look up and the camera definitely caught that. a text about being fired comes quickly, but honestly they dont even care, they’re more just worried that this person is okay, and so they grab his ear piece and tell nemesis what happened and nemesis is like “okay, im going to trust you only because you just got fired. here’s the cafe’s address, ill tell our healer and have someone meet you there” and so hero brings him to the cafe for tommy to heal, and siren is there because of course he’d be there, but it’s for two main reasons: making sure the hero keeps this place a secret, and extending the offer to potentially become a villain (which he notes that they’d need to have a chat about it over dinner specifically, and it definitely is not an excuse to go on a date)

#mar talks #glonk :3 #sirenbur #clinic wilbur soot #glonk you’re so real for this #im literally like. driving halfway across the us rn so this was such a good use of my time while my friend drives #im almost to NC god bless #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot

[gizmo-writes]

Wilbur Soot Masterlist

dad!wilbur x tallulah x reader

angel shot

ghost hunting

please, come over

the witch

the witch part two

the moon

30 days

going to a haunted house with Wilbur

the bodyguard

the bodyguard pt 2

the bodyguard pt 3

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot angst #wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #siren!wilbur #clinic!wilbur