#i cannot stop thinking about dadbur

[mysticalsoot]

dadbur hc's to feel something

a/n; I am struggling to write full fledged fics rn so I let the brainrot win and I've now done...this. don't ask. also, thank you to lilly and elliot for decided what hc's I was meant to write, y'all are awesome and I love you both dearly<3

warnings; not much!! mentions of pregnancy, health issues (just general idea), pain mentions, this may worsen baby fever, sorry not my fault, blame wilbur.

reader is gn but in some cases afab!! (it's optional to read those parts, dw!)

masterlist (requests are open btw!)

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- absolutely hated children as a teen and early 20-something

- babysat one baby of his friends and it was over for him

- absolutely adored that little baby and nearly cried when he had to leave them

- now as a husband, he wanted a kid so bad

- constantly gushing when he passes by baby shops or just melts when he sees a baby

- horrible baby fever. sorry to you.

- won't ever push the issue, but still mentions it and communicates clearly that he does want kids but he especially wants kids with you. heart melted

- if you don't want kids at the moment, he will absolutely respect that and will definitely do his best to shut up during bouts of baby fever

- I mean how could he not!! they're so adorable!!

- once you do actually have a kid, regardless of what way—he's doing anything and everything he can to prepare.

- he's buying parenting books; how to create healthy habits with your baby, how to raise a compassionate child, what to do and what not to do when becoming a parent

- he bought soo many baby outfits and onesies—all the way up to a year old. even grabbed some premie sizes, just in case.

- the nursery was set up almost immediately, a nature theme. he suggested a Minecraft theme but you shot that down immediately. there was pouting involved.

- but, you came to a compromise; dark green walls, light yellow accents, browns, etc. you even let him make Minecraft bees out of those wooden blocks and you thought they were the cutest thing ever. there were also stuffies of Minecraft animals scattered on shelves and on furniture. (please take Amazon away from this man, it's so dangerous).

- in the case of pregnancy; he was very insistent on being sure that both baby and you were in perfect health. and he never let you do more than he thought was appropriate.

- dishes? nope that's a father's job. going down the stairs? right by your side, watching your every step and yes, will make you hold his hand.

- to most others he was overbearing—but he was always like that and the whole pregnancy thing just enhanced it

- Wilbur is anxious and he never does well with medical or health things at all, his mind constantly running wild with various possibilities. it was scary for him.

- so yes, you'd get off dish nights and would be chaperoned down the stairs.

- but he also made sure you had your medicine on time, he documented every pain and complaint you had.

- he had already learnt the face you made when you were in any sort of pain—so he was right on top of it almost immediately.

- asking what hurt, what number of pain, how he could help, etc.

- he is an absolute sweetheart all of the time, but his softness was brought out by the entire experience.

- when the baby was born, or rather adopted—whichever way it happened—he cried. he cried a lot.

- he held the little one so gently, but so tightly in his arms

- he was insistent to not push gender roles onto the kiddos, but he did have two names picked out for a boy or a girl (or rather you picked them out and he agreed with them before you told him the reasoning)

- Willow for a girl and Spencer for a boy

- you didn't tell him until after the name was finalized that both options were after him

- he was so flustered and jokingly scolded you, but in reality, he loved it

- he felt so happy and so proud

- so joyful that you felt he was worthy enough to indirectly name a child after him, your child, his child.

- he was an absolute sweetie to the little one, and they took very quickly to him as well—immediately grasping onto his fingers as soon as they had the ability and cooing any time they saw him

- it melted his heart each and every time and it never stopped

- when the little one was older, they often took up the habit of grabbing at his hair or his glasses and sometimes his ears

- you found it to be the cutest thing ever and so did he he cried almost every time

- they absolutely adored their father, and if you didn't know better, you'd say they liked him better than you!

- when it came time to go back to work, to back to gigs and shows with Lovejoy

- Wilbur took off two weeks of work entirely beforehand, just to spend with you and the little one

- obviously he'd been on some sort of break since the baby was born/adopted/etc, but he still did things here and there, streamed a couple of times, went into the studio occasionally, etc

- but now that he was going to be physically gone a lot more, he knew he had to spend it wisely. and wisely did he spend it.

- most of the time was spent lying in bed with you on one side, him on the other and the baby lying on their back between you too.

- you'd both coo at them, tickle them, and talk to them

- oh did Wilbur love to sing to them, anything at all!

- he even came up with a few lullabies for them

- you'd watch from the door of the nursery as he'd rock them to sleep, humming a tune or singing the lyrics he came up just for them

- it killed you and totally didn't make you want another

- he was overall the sweetest father, and it became more evident when he had to leave for a while

- he'd call every morning, lunch and dinner as long as he didn't have anything

- and he would be so so sure that it was that time for you, it didn't matter what time it was for him as long as it was that time of day for you and his little baby

- he may have FaceTimed you and the baby during a few soundchecks, shh don't tell Dave!

- he would smile so big at the camera and wave at your little one

- he'd show them off to his band mates and they'd all coo at the little one, talking about how much alike they look like you and wilbur

- you personally thought they looked most like their father, his eyes, lips, ears. they might as well have been a spitting image of him! you looked at baby photos too

- Wilbur, on the other hand, begged to differ. he was very very insistent they looked just like you and nothing like him.

- it was most likely perception and bias that caused you both to think this way, but neither of you really cared all that much

- on days he couldn't call, for whatever reason, sometimes you'd play one of his old streams on the TV.

- the little one always responded to his voice and it seemed to calm them, usually into a sleep

- so just chatting streams and ycgma were go tos for sleepless nights lovejoys stuff kept them up and giggling

- when he was there for sleepless nights, he'd walk them around in his arms and talk about the most random things until they fell asleep

- he even offered to baby wear a lot more than most fathers did

- he just wanted to be close to them, and it always gave you a break, so he thought it'd be a double deal

- and it was! you'd get your nap, and so did the baby and Wilbur would just be gushing over his little one a few tears always shed

- he would sit with the baby on his leg when he was at his desk working, one arm snaked around them and his other on his mouse or keyboard

- at first, working was very cumbersome with the kiddo but he eventually found a work flow that worked and bouncing them on his knee helped keep things calm

- you were both hesitant to show your child on the internet and you didn't for a very long time, while people knew of them, it wasn't like photos were posted or they showed up on stream

- until, when the kiddo was about 2 or 3, they decided they missed their daddy and went running into the office when you weren't looking (I'll be using Willow as an example)

"Daddy!" Willow yelled or rather screamed out in that typical toddler way, running over to her dad's office chair.

She didn't know her father was live or working and she was much too young to understand it anyway—and the color drained from Wilbur's face when he realized. It was much too late now, chat was already spamming "Dadbur?!?" and "Baby Gold!!!"

Willow did her best to climb the side of her dad's chair before he sighed, a big smile on his face and he lifted her up by her armpits and placed her on his knee, first facing him so the camera didn't see.

"You wanna be on camera, sweetie?" He asked, realizing now how much trouble he may get in with you—but the giggle from his daughter and the smile on her face was so worth it, he didn't care.

"Yeah! Yeah!" And so he turned her around to face his PC and the camera.

"Wave to chat, lovebug!" He snaked his arm around her waist and waved with his own hand, his head dipped down to watch her. He had the softest, most loving smile on his face. He loved his little girl so so much, and he knew how it showed.

Willow waved and giggled, "Hi chat!!" and chat began spamming; "Baby Gold, hi!!" and "WILLOW!!"

It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

And he desperately hoped he wouldn't get in too much trouble.

He spent the rest of the stream talking to chat, but mostly looking at his little girl as he conversed with her.

- it was over by then, and the little kiddo would make an appearance as much as you would allow

- and you were far from angry—you cried when you saw the clips—you were just frustrated he didn't go to you first yet you realized, he couldn't. your kid was much too like his father and much much too like you. stubborn and energetic.

- they only got more sassy and opinionated as they grew, and they most definitely became a spitting image of wilbur

- maybe #2 would look more like you

- oh, and don't let him wear plain tshirts unless you want more kids, that's all I'm saying

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[crystalirises]

Sorry if you get this twice, I know I started an ask earlier but I cannot remember if I finished and sent it, if requests are open an AU where Fundy slips away early in the Mamberg era to tell Wil that he's planning on spying, I just love dadbur and sondy and them being at odds in canon (mostly) because of what happened in that time period makes me sad

Oh my god, yeeeeeessssss. Honestly Fundy and Wilbur's relationship during that time was what got me invested in Fundy in the first place (because I was just there to watch Schlatt be a villain XD), and their relationship is just p a i n.

I think they would have been okay if Fundy had told Wilbur that he was a spy, but of course that wasn't what we got, and instead we just have a broken father-son relationship now.

So, I did write like a short one-shot of this. However, half of it is mostly Wilbur by himself and his thoughts because Pogtopiabur is honestly one of my favorite character arcs in the story, and I wanted to delve a bit into his psyche - especially since he hasn't really had his breakdown yet here, but he is close.

Now, I don't remember when the disownment happened and when Wilbur mentioned that Fundy was his rock. I just decided to make it so that Fundy recently disowned him, and Wilbur is currently reeling from the pain of that.

I apologize this took so long to make (and I am sorry to those whose requests I still haven't made...) and hopefully this is a good one-shot!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34916737/chapters/87140317

“Fundy was the closest thing I had to something I cared about in L’Manberg. When it all began, you know, when it started, the closest thing to anything I cared about was fundy. Fundy was my… he was my… he was my boy! My rock!” He knew that Tommy had long since scuttled off into the ravine, leaving him a wreck against the stone steps. He was losing it, he knew that.

He ran a hand through his disheveled brown hair, dirt clinging to his uncut fingernails. Deep within the heart of these monotonous stone walls, he could hear the pumping of machinery - Techno’s potato farm at work. It broke the silence, drowned out his agony. He could never confess what he felt to Tommy nor to Techno. Wilbur chuckled, putting his head in his hands to stop the tears from flowing out of his eyes. He couldn’t break down here, or maybe he could, who knows? No one would hear him. No one would see him. “I just want my lit— son back.”

Where had he gone wrong? When his son had been born, little fluffy ears and a tail that was as long as his body was, what had Wilbur promised him? He chuckled again, laughter falling into weak cackles. He’d promised him the world, but what was Wilbur’s world? A shitty ravine?

He could hear it in his ears, the crowd cheering for L’Manbu— Manburg’s president. Of course, he had his allies. Niki. Sweet Niki. Ever loyal to him and to their nation. Tubbo. Kind Tubbo. Stunned to silence when Schlatt’s name was uttered as the winner. Jack. Smart Jack. Shocked and horrified when he and Tommy had been exiled. The traitor had been there of course, but Wilbur would rather think of Eret’s silence as apathy. They didn’t care. The crowd - the people he’d fought so hard for, the people he had sacrificed his fucking life for - had welcomed the new president with open arms. Traitors, the lot of them. Ready to accept the newest brightest person.

Then there was Fundy.

Innocent Fundy. His boy. His son. His little champion!

Wilbur weakly laughed, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes.

Of course he would choose Schlatt.

“Wilbur’s just the founder and I was born here, and nothing else.” It stung, more than he thought it would be. Of course, of course he had expected it! Of fucking course he did but… Wilbur sighed, shaking his head. It stung more than what he’d imagined. It stung even more than watching his son tear down the walls he’d built to protect him. It hurt more than the flag burning down. Schlatt was the president, of course Fundy would have chosen him. Wilbur couldn’t give him the world, Schlatt could. Schlatt had given him the world. His nails dug into his scalp, his breath quickening. It wasn’t fair. Hadn’t he raised him? He loved his lit— He had loved Fundy.

He remembered his little boy. His little champion who had been so clingy as a child, always asking daddy to carry him, to take him everywhere. His little champion who had insisted he wanted to fight for his home, who wore his uniform proudly. His little champion who had diso—

“Dad?” A chill ran down his skin, his legs bolting up before he could even register who that voice belonged to. His hand gripped the stone walls, nails scratching at its surface. The dark silhouette stepped into the lantern light, pale face illuminated by its yellow glow. Fundy’s ears were flicked down, tail wrapped around one leg. His hands were pressed to his chest, in a weird sort-of embrace like he was afraid of being open. Wilbur took a step forward, knowing it didn’t matter because he was still looking down at… at… Fundy gave him a nervous smile. “Dad, I—”

“Why are you here?”

“I, uh— I wanted to see you.” He bristled, teeth clenching as his hands balled into fists. Sadness was ebbing away and morphing into rage. Was he here to make it official? To disown himself in front of Wilbur’s face? To see first-hand how his words would break his own dad’s heart? Wilbur looked away, unable to look Fundy in the eye. He heard Fundy move closer. “I didn’t mean it… I… Dad, I don’t care if it’s dangerous, but I’m going to be a spy. I-I… Look! I already have…”

He looked at Fundy then, gaze meeting his son’s desperate eyes. He was holding a journal in his hand, ‘A Spy’s Diary’ was etched onto its surface. Fundy pressed it to his hands, his silent plea.

Wilbur looked at it, before throwing it at the ground.

A heartbroken look crossed Fundy’s face. “Dad, please—”

“Oh, Fundy.” He pulled his son into his arms, “I’m proud of you.”

He looked at Fundy, chuckling slightly, “But never disown me again, my heart can’t take it.”

Fundy smiled back, “Sorry, I had to convince him. But it was believable, right?”

“You are a good actor.” Wilbur continued to hold his son close, “I’m glad it wasn’t true.”

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