#wilbur soot should be a dad

[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

tags; @lillylvjy @lvrboysoot (if you want to be on a taglist thing, just send an ask and I'll add you!)

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot should be a dad #/j #i cannot stop thinking about dadbur #dadbur #dadbur headcannons #dadbur is my kryptonite<3 #wilbur soot #wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur soot #wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur soot x y/n

[king-of-possums]

The thing they don’t tell you about showing your parents Dsmp is that your dad may turn into a Tommy Stan and your mom will think Wilbur is hot 😔

#Dsmp #parents #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #I love them but why #at least they’re supportive #my dad has also said that Philza Minecraft should make a onlyfans?????

[lilgooberz]

i just wanna say that UM theres so many amazing artists to explore if you enjoyed the concept of wilburs sound but obviously aren't gonna support an abuser, new band suggestions for ppl to expand because i love sharing my special interests

Pigeon Pit

I absolutely adore their sound its so good and theres so many good songs by them, if you were anywhere through 2020-2021 you deffo know their one song, nights like these, BUT they have so many more terrific songs, to name a few that i LOVE

- Milk crates

- f.m.i.d

- cigarette song (if u like angst)

- Eat Your Heart Out

Everybodys Worried About Owen

Just like I said before, he was massive in 2021, and you definitely know his song mawce if youre queer and was on tiktok at all

For the suggestions on this one i think you should listen to the whole album There Are Leaches In Denton Lake, I haven't gotten into his newer stuff yet but it seems great and you should all support his music !!!!

AJJ

if you enjoy angsty ish whininess this is deffo the music tor you, i was HEAVILY into them this summer, theres a few songs that rlly stand out in my mind imo

- rejoice

- People

- personal space invader

- sorry bro

- junkie church

- no more tears

Fredo Disco

theyre a more recent band i got into:D but if you enjoy more upbeat indie stuff theyre deffo the vibe, songs i adore by them:

- canker sore

- temporary tattoo

- saturn suv (one and two)

- shower song

- dad jeans

That is all my suggestions

I hope you take some into mind !!! I also hope that you Stop supporting wilbur soot, i dont want you anywhere near me if you do. Believe the victims, support shelby, if youre able to you should donate to charities that support victims of domestic abuse. I know im talkimg about music here but, what comes first is supporting shelby and helping to empower her voice and the other victims of wilbur soots, voices.

#wilbur soot #shubble #osddid #endos dni #mcyt #fuck wilbur soot #music recs #🔒 posting

[strikerangel]

Okay saur. I was thinking abt agereggssor qcharlie. And i just finished the first gegg stream. So. Ive got hcs and also madness in my bones

Mariana is his main caretaker and is. Alright at it. Hes incredibly over protective when hes on though. No fun adventures for gegg when his mom is around #>>

Charlie regresses from like. 3months old to around 5 at any given day. Tiny baby gegg is incredibly sensitive to being called odd or weird so he sticks to the nicer caretakers those days

His pacifier is light green and has a green fish on it! His favorite onesie is yellow and has bees printed! His body physically regresses too, so he actually looks like a 3 month old when hes 3 months.

The day that gegg was introduced to the server mariana has entrusted him in the care of quackity. Bad idea quackity is a shitty caretaker who left him.

So phil gets the baby boy next! Yay. And hes like. Okay so i guess i need to treat him like the eggs. And he does. But that does NOT stop him from calling gegg odd . He just means it way more affectionatly than quackity did.

Roier is more of the fun uncle caretaker than dad. Which means gegg gets into so much trouble. Bobby and gegg are let loose and wreak havoc on various places!

Wilbur soot is banned from taking care of gegg.

So is quackity

Wil made him so upset one time while regressed that he fucked the whole day up. Please stop putting babies in cages.

Foolish is a pretty good caretaker when hes not going absolutely crazy building that damn dragon. Gegg has fallen off of it so much that mariana just buys a baby carrier for when gegg is over there.

Jaiden is a very good caretaker. She does not call gegg weird where he can hear her and that makes her. Better than. Alot of people on this list unsurprisingly. She takes him and bobby on fun adventures and teaches them how to cook. Or atleast she attempts to.

Maximus is also a little so he is . not allowed to take care of gegg. It would be the blind leading the blind and that never goes well. However they do have fun together on the occasions where they have the same caretakers!

Luzu (little hc of mine uwu) is a very good caretaker for gegg, while he may dislike charlie he is so soft for gegg its crazy. Arin likes gegg too but is a bit more firm with him.

Vegetta is a good caretaker for gegg too. Although theres a bit more of a languahe barrier he also takes care of biden when roier or dan cant do it. So hes good.

DO NOT LEAVE GEGG WITH DEVIL RUBIUS OR ANGEL RUBIUS HE WILL BITE BOTH OF THEM.

Missa is a alright caretaker, he gets overwhelmed easily when taking care of both gegg and chayanne though.

Fit is a great caretaker. He fights he protects but he is also bald. Immediate trust from Huevos and Gegg is no different. No, but seriously he gives Gegg souvenirs and also a gun.

Spreen. Is not a caretaker. Hes really bad at it too (fuckin left ramon. No one has seen him in weeks. Fit thinks hes dead)

Badboyhalo is a main caretaker. While he does rank lower than luzu on the 'who should i give gegg too while im out' list hes pretty damn good. He, gegg, and dapper work on the farm, play in the dirt most days. And then they go inside they bake! Fun activities for babies.

Dan is not a good caretaker he is liable to leave gegg out in the sun /j. No but seriously, when dans on hes an alright caretaker. They do science experiments and occasionally they blow up.

Egg section

Bobby is the worst around gegg. They blow eachother up and other things up too. However they work pretty well together in the kitchen

Chayanne views gegg as another egg under his protection, his left hand man actually. U mess with gegg you get ur ass kicked by both him and chayanne as they are very likely to double team ur ass

Tallulah likes gegg when she doesnt have to share her dad with him. Which. She doesnt anymore because her dad is BANNED from watching gegg. They play music together and while they may be off sync, its pretty fuckin cute lads.

Dapper likes gegg, theyre geggfriends and gegg can make stuff stick really well so buidling stuff with him is a blast.

Ramon likes gegg well enough, dislikes how goopy he is sometimes though. Goop in his mustache. They dance together often though, and ramon is very happy to find someone to dance with.

Leonarda fucking LOVES gegg. She is very willing to teach him everything about being an egg and is liable to kick wilbur in the shins everytime he comes over.

#phantom shrieks #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp mariana #qsmp roier #qsmp jaiden #qsmp quackity #qsmp fitmc #qsmp bbh #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp dantdm #qsmp spreen #qsmp maximus #qsmp gegg #qsmp vegetta #qsmp foolish #qsmp philza #qsmp wilbur #qsmp missa #qsmp rubius #qsmp luzu #qsmp bobby #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramon #qsmp chayanne #qsmp eggs #qsmp tallulah #qsmp ramón #qsmp leonarda #qsmp #age regression

[finleyforevermore]

HELP DELILAH!!!

About me!

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More under the cut, friends! Please be sure to peruse through all of the important links! Thank you! :)

Name: Finley, but you can call me Finn or Fin, too! Stick to one, use 'em all, I don't mind either way!

Birthday: January 8th!

♑ (Capricorn): The Ambitious Nature

Age: Minor

Current obsession(s): Off Book: The Improvised Musical

Other interests: Animation, voice acting, musicals

MBTI: INFJ-T

Gender/Orientation: Cis male, sex-repulsed asexual

Musical genres I like: Musicals, Classical, Orchestral, Jazz, Lo-fi, Ambient, I dabble in rock sometimes 😅

Pronouns: He/him/his

Quote(s) that describe(s) my life:

"And all I really want is some justice! Ahhh!" - "All I Really Want" by Alanis Morrisette, from the album "Jagged Little Pill"

"I've earned the right to selfishly be all for one and one for me." - "Loser Geek Whatever" from "Be More Chill"

Favorite colors: Green and blue.

Favorite Book(s): "Good Dog" by Dan Gemeinhart, "Thanks a Lot, Universe" by Chad Lucas, "Ghost Boys" by Jewell Parker Rhodes, "Long Way Down" by Jason Reynolds.

Favorite Season: Fall/Autumn

Favorite musical(s): Wicked, Come From Away, Hadestown

Favorite film: Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Favorite shows: Infinity Train, Bluey, Hilda

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Homophobic

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TERFS

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Antisemites

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Zoophiles

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You ship incest, pedophilia, real people, etc.

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Porn bot

Do not stand with Palestine

MAP/NOMAP

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My virtual siblings: Zeep (@ziipzeepzop-eez, older sister), Sydney (@that-f-cked-up-bitch, older sibling), Links (@linksarehere, probably older sibling), Gabi (@splendidred05, super cool older sibling), James (@wantmeifyouwantme, super cool older sibling), Cosmo (@p-3-t-r-1-ch-0-r, super cool brother), KitKat (@kittykittyanon, little sibling), Isa (@isasan347, older sibling), Amor (@amorvincitomnia-14, older sister), and Ryan (@the-genderfluid-kony, younger sibling)

My virtual older cousin and resident moth-raccoon friend: Cal (@treasure-goblin)!

My platonic partner: Katnip (@fingerfuck-the-function)!

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✨MARVELOUS MUSEUM OF MISCELLANEOUS MUTUALS✨:

Mischa (@/that-f-cked-up-bitch), Ryan (@/the-genderfluid-kony), Joey (@m1sf0rtune-gb), Spike (@thatonesalmonlingnamedspike), Ladybug (@le-velo-pour-dru), MB (@/i-am-befuddled), Natalia (@nats-comet), Ryokyu (@luminethefoxincabin13-ts), Nik (@niknak-paddywack), and myself are all January Buddies!

Bella (@luckynature) is the Ricky Potts to my Jane Doe! :)

Midas (@malacheezyy) is the Jake to my Finn! :)

Other stuff!:

Pall Weople and Hurricane Family enthusiast!

I have chromesthesia!

If my profile pic wasn't any indicator, I wear glasses!

I play the violin and sometimes the piano!

I give off platypus vibes according to my friends!

11 of my friends have called me a "ray of sunshine" so I guess it must be true XD

I like boots more than shoes.

I saw Wicked on 10/5/22!!! 💚💚💚

#about me #bio #pinned post #intro post #intro #bio post

[rosegoldenatlas]

A mandatory proposal to all c!Wilbur fanfiction writers.

Alright, I know I am stating the obvious here, but in every au in which Wilbur soot is to gain a supernatural ability of some sort- he has to be a siren. Not the mythologically inaccurate mermaid-sirens. I mean the Greek ones. Here are the Reasons why;

-wilbur has a great singing voice.

-he is charismatic, don't lie and tell me he couldn't convince you to jump off a cliff.

-the part bird thing I obvious, his dad is half bird so Wilbur should have some bird features. Plus crows are corvids and the magpie birds are too an I think if wilbur was a bird he would be a magpie.

-Wilbur is trigger happy enough to go- look a sailor, he's annoying, tell him to drown himself

#wilbur soot #headcanon #Mandatory proposal

[ep2nd]

I REMEMBERED

And had time-

Comment/Reblog who I should do next<3

MCYT PJ AU

Aphrodite and Hephaestus Cabins

Doc- Defines Mad scientist. Was responsible for the Accident of 1999. We don't talk about it. Half his body got destroyed, pulling an iron man and barely living. Actually was granted one of his dad's Workshops. Creates world destroying machines, and that's why Hephaestus keeps a close eye on him. The only who can get into contact with him is Ren and Mumbo. Given immortality at some point. Old.

Eret- Old leader of Aphrodite cabin. In college. Gives amazing fashion advice. Bisexual ICON. Better at wearing sunglasses than Apollo, but don't tell him that. #Traitor. Like Silena Beuragaurd, but wasn't forced to... just did it.

Fwhip- What is the sun?? Man hasn't seen it for long time that's for sure. Gem reminds him to eat and you know- live. Loves to teach Zedaph engineering and science stuff. He and Wilbur started a Salmon cult. Loves messing with Jimmy. Not strong for a Hephaestus kid.

Iskall- Lost an eye. His father gifted him a new one for his birthday- great parenting guys. Leans more to computer and software engineering. Lives with Stress.

Joey- Aphrodite Cabin head counselor. A love Aura like every second of the day. FLIRTS. In love with Xornoth, they don't reciprocate. Older brother of Scar. Horrible at fighting and please don't trust him with fire. Man has been spotted countless times without a shirt. Clung to Pete like a leach- only person he listens to probably. Bromance with Sausage. His dad hates him.

Keralis- Best fliter. Has a charming sense of aura. Best Aphrodite kid at telling others emotions. Empathy levels are high. No one understands his relationship with XB, not even each other do. Became an interior designer. Comes to camp to help with any building projects.

Mumbo- Really smart. Man can build and fix anything he touches. Humble little thing. Covered in soot 100% of the time. Came to camp with Grian and Scar. No Grians not letting go he's kinda stuck now. Went out on a quest and almost died- saved by Doc. Doc took one glance and said- "wet cat" and officially takes care of him as his guardian. Brings him to their father forgers during winter months.

Sam- New leader of the Hephaestus cabin. Helped design a prison, requested by the gods. Only Hephaestus kid who weilds a Trident, designed by him. He really likes Poseidon, kinda wished he was his dad. Hangs with Punk.

Zee- Great inventor. Understands any machine. Thinker and tinker. Always planning a new build, seeing the possibilities. Disappeared one day, still missing.

Scar- Oblivious beautiful boy. Joey's younger brother, loves his brother very much. Has very powerful Charmspeak. Got away with so many crimes. Step-mom and Dad separated, his Step-mom took him away. That's why Joey and him didn't go to camp together. And they tend to keep that a secret, their dad and step-mom wouldn't allow them to be with each other. Joey teaches him things he shouldn't be taught. SCAR PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON.

Skeppy- Great skin. Wears Jewlry 24/7. Walking diamond. Man is great with people. Bads personal emotional support friend. Love his mom. They talk a lot. Loves shipping his fellow campers. Literally the Fandom in person.

Netty- Great at fashion. Married Martyn. Finishing college. Loves dresses and skirts. Sassy when she wants to be. Always has the gossip and news, even when she wasn't there.

TFC- Another Hephaestus kid granted immortality. An incident made him lose a leg. Spends his days mining ore for his father's forges. The only person to be able to freely move throughout Labyrinth. Met Deadelus personally. On okay terms. Loves to help out other Demigods.

#MCYT PJ AU #aphrodite cabin #hephaestus cabin #docm77 #the eret #fwhip #mumbo jumbo #keralis #iskall85 #awsamdude #systemzee #goodtimewithscar #skeppy #nettyplays #tfc

[the-ghost-bracket]

Ghostbur propaganda:

"My man was literally haunting not just the characters, but the narrative itself"

"Dude he is so sad all the time, nobody takes him seriously because he’s so kind and upbeat but he really and truly is so sad, he’s got awful memory problems, all he wants is people to be happy like he couldn’t have been, but they don’t even stop his pet sheep from dying because “it’ll just come back” bc it’s a ghost too and then he has a whole thing about how that doesn’t mean they don’t feel pain too and just he’s very very sad and is perpetually stuck in a train station all alone forever"

"This ghost, this poor little ghost was done SO dirty oh my god. Okay for context in case you don’t know about anything from that hellhole minecraft server, in that universe you get 3 lives, and once you die you get sent to limbo and a ghost takes your place in the overworld. Most people get ghosts but some don’t. But! You can get revived! Which means you get to go back to the overworld but you ghost takes your place in limbo. One more thing I should mention before I get to Ghostbur is everyone’s limbo looks different, because it’s literally their personal hell. I’m sure you see where this is going. :) SO! Ghostbur. Wilbur, the person he’s a ghost of was not a great person before he died. But Ghostbur is nothing but kind, if not a little naïve to everyone and everything. This all leads up Ghostbur getting murdered trying to help his little brother figure, and Wilbur being revived. This means Ghostbur gets trapped alone in limbo. Ghostbur’s story could have left off there but NOOOOOO his creator decided to make it worse. Water burns Ghostbur, so crying is painful. He has memory problems and with nothing to write on he only has the haziest memories of his family left. He’s stuck in limbo for decades before something happens. Meanwhile back in the overworld Wilbur’s been having a pissing contest with his ex and realizes “Huh, a lot of people liked this Ghostbur guy and I know where he ended up. Maybe I should do something nice for him.” And sends Ghostbur’s beloved pet sheep, Friend to hell to be with Ghostbur. The last we ever see of Ghostbur is he, for once in a very long time crying tears of joy as he is reunited with his Friend."

"DSMP gets a bad rep for the guy it’s named for (who I do not support in ANY way whatsoever), but it was made up of 30+ creators, many of which put so very much passion and love into the project. Wilbur Soot was one of them, and Ghostbur was his character after he died.

Ghostbur was sweet, goofy, and terribly tragic. He would go around offering blue dye to his friends, saying “have some blue”, saying it would soak up their sadness. He only remembers happy things from when he was alive. He had a sheep named Friend. He was as lovable as his memory was painful, and an overall very good ghost"

"when he got revived it was to help in a plan to beat up his chosen brother's abuser by breaking INTO jail and having his bro follow him invisible. he's the best musician on the server according to his dad :D. he has a blue sheep named friend on a leash who has infinite cannon lives. he has memory issues and can't remember bad feelings after they happen so people often infantilize him which sucks because he's actually very competent and just wants to help his friends and have a good time. he got sent to limbo sadly and has likely been there for a couple thousand years now. which is incredibly sad. the guy who plays him wrote sad hurt no comfort drabbles about it on reddit."

"just a really sweet guy, currently chilling in the afterlife with his sheep friend while the revived version of himself is working in a gas station in utah"

#ghost bracket #ghost poll #propaganda #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp ghostbur #ghostbur #dream smp ghostbur

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

hugs, darlin'

how i think each of the sorry boys would hug you (platonic)

its 1 am help me

warnings: none, just sweet lil platonic fluff

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

charlie

def the type of dude to run up to you and just hug you randomly. he'll like do it at the worst/funny times as well, but its sweet. def rests his head on your shoulder, even if he has to lean over/bend down to do so! charlies the dude to give every. single. person a hug at an event no matter who it is

just silly lil giggles

tommy

he's loud and "annoying" on camera, but i feel like hes a rly soft and sweet person off camera. like charlie, he gives random hugs, but rather hesitates to do so until you like nod and/or smile at him giving him an "okay" signal. since this man is TALL (coming from someone whos fucking short.. where my 5'7 bitches at???), he def will lean over and bend down to your height if you are shorter than him

"im glad you're here"

wilbur soot

oh great they get taller! def wraps arms around your waist or neck (also depending on your height) and also likes to smoosh his head into your shoulder or neck. he likes to give you hugs whenever he sees you, or even after lovejoy gigs if hes feeling energized. i also feel like his hugs are like really long. not like a quick one that lasts 3 seconds, but rather like 15. he likes to feel it :')

"just stay here with me for a bit, please."

ranboo

and even taller wtf since this dude is so fucking tall, def has like weird posture when hugging you if youre shorter than him. does not gives hugs often, but if you need comfort he will 100% give you hugs!!!! like wilbur his hugs are also like 587345875739 minutes long /pos. likes to play with your hair if you need comfort while hugging as well. idk just something abt this man playing with someones hair for comfort just makes sense to me. OH OH AND ALSO JUST RANDOMLY SAYING "thank you" quietly after a hug for like no reason and y/n asking why they say that and they're kinda like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO IDK WHY BUT I FEEL LIKE PIGGYBACK RIDES WITH THIS DUDE IS YES. AND LIKETHE HOLDING THING AND CARRYIN LIKE IN THOSE PICTURES WITH AIMEE?? YKWIM??

YES THESE HE WOULD TOTALLY DO THIS

"its okay, its okay."

phil

DAD. HUGS. need i say more. yes you do need to say more carrying on the trend with the hour long hugs. full on hugs you like you're his actual kid. would call you mate every second possible while hugging. if you ask him if you can hug him or say you need a hug he will immediatly say yes. as he should.

"you okay, mate?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

#headcanon #dream smp #fanfiction #mcyt fanfic writer #mcyt #slimecicle #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ranboo #philza

[mysticalsoot]

reconciliation and forgiveness

part 2 of 'peer pressure and canned beer' // bs au

➸ note; so- it's not Halloween themed but it is a fic I've been procrastinating finishing for five months (basically no motivation for it-) but it's now complete and I have some more wips for this au that I'm working on!! i couldn't keep it to myself any longer so- yeah here I am!! also!! please let me know if you want to be added to the bs au taglist or my main taglist

➸ pairing; bs!au wilbur gold/soot x gn!reader

➸ summary; after convincing from your other crew trainer and a couple weeks of a break; you finally decide to talk it out with wilbur on what happened that night (can be read as standalone but context from part 1 would be good as well!)

➸ warning; angst, hurt/comfort, I easily forgive Wilbur, that's my own problem, kissing, mentions of being drunk/hungover, probably swearing, tension but not good tension

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2.9k

part 1

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Your hope somehow turned into a manifestation, and thankfully, Wilbur got stuck in sickbay--after Grace had dragged him there, of course following a very very long drawn out lecture that he most definitely deserved. You wanted to lay in bed and rot, you didn't want to talk to anyone, speak a single word or even open your eyes. You managed to get away with that for the first half of the day, and you hummed when you felt the bed dip beside you. Your dad was here.

"Kiddo.. how are you feeling?" You open your eyes, watching as his lips curl into a solemn smile.

"I'm not the one with a hangover." Your tone is flat and dry, you could care less for inflection at this moment. You'd rather be left alone to wither away to dust, but your dad is insistent. He isn't going to let go, he'll want to be there for you, and he always has.

"Yeah, well, when he's out of sickbay I'm going to have a talk with him and then his parents," He pats your knee, sighing before looking down and folding his hands in his lap.

"Is he.." Your voice falters as you take a deep breath and curl onto your side, "Will he get in trouble?"

Your dad shrugs, looks over at you and let's a soft smile curl on his lips before speaking, "A bit. He did break curfew, sneak out and consume alcohol. But I do know him, and I know it wasn't his idea. I'm not going to punish him as if it was his idea."

"You know it was- It was them, right?" Your father nods at your inquiry.

"It was obvious that it was, this isn't the first time they've pulled such a thing," he pauses, thinking for a moment, he rubs your hair and then sighs, “I think you should go ahead to breakfast, yeah?”

He stands up, nodding at you, bidding to see you later before leaving the room. You groan in annoyance before standing up and heading to your dorm to change. It doesn't take you longer than a few minutes to do so, not bothering with your hair before shutting your dorm door and hurrying down the stairs.

It's a Saturday morning, at least lucky for you. And perhaps for Wil too. He stays in sickbay and doesn't miss any classes. You don't have any classes to attend and you can just flee back to your room to rot, like you intended to.

Your mind sort of shuts down on the walk over to the cafeteria, numb of thoughts and feelings as your eyes drop carelessly. It's relatively bare of students, which isn't a surprise for eight in the morning on a Saturday, most kids wake up around nine or ten and don't bother to eat until lunchtime.

Unlucky for you, you're a morning bird and so is Andy. So even if you didn't sleep in his and your father's dorm, you'd still wake up to have breakfast with him.

The moment you step into line, grabbing your tray after you sanitized your hands, your mind then fell to thoughts of Wil. Mornings where you'd both stand in line and talking about everything and nothing while grabbing your food and sitting down together. Laughing and smiling and going about your days together. Something you can't quite do now, and you aren't sure if you even want to. Do you even want to be around him?

It's a valid question that you asked yourself, although you're sure in a week you'll have forgiven him and forgotten about last night. But for the moment, you feel more hurt and angry than he's ever made you. Maybe it's the fact he let himself get pressured, or maybe it's that he didn't stop May from kissing him or the words he used when you tried to help him. It was probably a combination of things, but lucky for him you can't seem to be angry at him for long.

Your tray fills up, or at least somewhat. The star hashbrowns and the pancakes shaped as moons seem to be your choice for the morning. You find a seat at your usual place, staring out the large windows and watching students and teachers walk by. Some museum guests too, admiring the newly remodeled Pathfinder. It only took them four or so years to get it fixed, so might as well admire their work.

What feels like miliseconds but was probably minutes passes by, and Andy fits a seat in front of you, smiling softly with almost a hint of sadness to it.

"How are you feeling?" He speaks so gently, like you were a kicked puppy completely incapable of doing anything.

"Why do people keep fucking asking me that? I'm fucking fine," You seethe, and you catch a glimpse of Andy almost flinching and then his mouth curves down into a frown, "Sorry," you mumble the simple apology, looking down and sighing.

"I'm just worried about you, kiddo. Y'know? We all are," He almost reaches forward to rest his hand on yours, but he holds back realizing it may not be the best idea. Words will simply have to do.

"Everyone heard, huh?" you scoff, rolling your eyes at the thought as you mess with your pancakes, not bothering to eat them quite yet.

Andy nods gingerly, "The whole floor probably."

"That's my fault, I shouldn't have provoked a drunk guy," you put down your fork, glancing up at Andy as he gazes at you, worry etched on his features.

"It's no one's fault, okay? It happened and things will be handled accordingly. Your father and I have a meeting with Evan and Cati, and the trainers for that other team. Hopefully we'll come to an agreement on what happened before we get leadership involved," He takes a bite of his own food after speaking, hoping that it'll somehow indirectly encourage you to eat. It's worked before, so why not now?

"Keep dad in check for me, yeah?" A soft smirk plays on your lips at the thought, your dad can be decently protective of his kids and sometimes gets a bit heated. He's a good teacher though, and Ethan is the same way. Cati and Andy have a handful today.

"I'll do my best, lucky for me, he's short and easily containable," He pauses, sucking in a breath as his eyebrows raise, "Mostly."

He keeps quiet for a while, watching you every now and then as you slowly eat your breakfast. Your mind wanders where it shouldn't, dabbling in thoughts that should never see the light of day, but yet they do.

Thoughts and regrets bubble up, swirling together in a dangerous concoction. Maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut. Or perhaps it would've been best if you fought him on going. The mature thing to do is to talk to Wilbur, get it over with and come to a kind agreement. But what you want to do is never speak to him again. You know you're probably being overdramatic. That it isn't worth your breath to ponder over it or be so pissed off about the situation. It wastes more energy than it's worth. Yet you can't help it, you're hurt and you're angry and all you want to do is scream at the moment.

"You should go visit Wilbur, talk to him," Andy finally speaks up, his tray already taken care of and the team's teacher binder set in front of him.

"I don't think it's a good idea," A deep sigh slips past your lips as you chew on a hashbrown you grabbed a moment ago.

"You'll never know if you don't try," He pauses, hesitating and thinking over whatever he has planned to say next, "It may be your last time to see him in person for a while. He's probably going to be suspended."

You weigh the thought in your mind, considering his words and your own thoughts and worries. It takes you a few minutes before you nod, surrendering, "Okay, fine," you let out a gentle breath, playing with your food again.

Andy smiles, nodding before standing up and taking his binder with him. He begins to walk away before stopping beside you, resting his hand on your shoulder to encourage you to meet his eyes. You do.

"I love you, kiddo. Remember that," His lips curve up softly, a warm smile meant for you. The intention meant to solidify his words. He loves you, and you're thankful of that.

"I know," you smile softly, nodding as you keep your gaze up at him, "I love you too."

He nods again, patting your shoulder before walking away and then you're left with your thoughts yet again. Letting them run wild won't do you much good, even if wallowing and rotting seems the most appealing, it isn't the best plan of action. So you take a deep breath, and stand up, walking over to take care of your tray. You run your fingers over the concrete walls, letting your mind numb itself for the walk over to sick bay.

You pray and hope this isn't a bad idea, that Wilbur won't be against seeing you. That he won't view you in the way he seemed to last night. That he'll hear you out for once and perhaps rectify what he messed up. You have responsibility in the matter as well, and you have every plan to apologize yourself. Where you can, at the least.

It's fall now, the chilly air filling your lungs and what leaves have changed now fall from selective trees. Alabama Octobers are like that, selective in its weather and what leaves fall, and what trees turn. But it's nice, it's relaxing and it gives something different even if it's annoying.

You pass underneath the Pathfinder, gazing up at it as you venture through the courtyard it's placed in. There's not many students out today, or at this hour at the least. But a few wander the campus, speaking amongst one another. A few couples make out behind bushes or behind aircraft. You turn into the covered opening, pushing the door open and entering sick bay.

A younger nurse sits at the desk and looks up at you, "What can I do for you, hun?" Her smile is sweet and soft, it's welcoming and she seems decently spry for how early it is.

"I'm here to visit Wilbur Gold?" Your voice lilts at the end, raising in question as you fidget with your fingers.

"He's over there, bunk two," she smiles and nods and you make your way over, knocking on the walls separating the bunk areas.

"Hi," you whisper, eyes glancing down at Wilbur where he sits on the bottom bunk. He looks up at you, eyes widening in a combination of shock and worry.

"Hey," he mumbles in return, putting down the textbook he had in hand and shutting it.

You hold your breath for a moment, mind wandering for a few more seconds as you wonder what to say and then it slips out, "I'm sorry, about last night."

You step into the small bunk room, fingers wringing together and tapping your fingertips together. He shakes his head, a wry laugh let out at your words.

"It's not your fault," 

You stop him short, "but I did antagonize you."

For some reason that you cant quite place, you don't have it in you to be angry, and instead you're just in a state of guilt. You should have stopped him from going, even if it wasn't your job to protect him.

"So? I was the drunk asshole who kissed another girl. I'm sorry, y/n. It's my fault." He pats the spot beside him, pulling his legs up against his chest to make room for you on the small bunk.

You keep quiet, not sure what else to say as you take a seat on the other side of the bunk, keeping your gaze on the wall. Wilbur mirrors your silence, chewing on his lip, his eyes boring into the side of your face.

"I'm only getting a two week suspension," he finally breaks the silence, trying desperately to grasp at something, anything with you.

You nod softly, taking in a deep breath, you turn to him yet don't make eye contact, "Good," you stop again, standing and beginning to walk out.

"I forgive you, but- I need a bit. if that's okay?" You step through the doorway, over the threshold and turn the corner. Wilbur doesn't respond, he just lets the vacant sound of your footsteps retreating out of sickbay.

He doesn't know what he'll do with himself when he's gone, yet he's sure some wallowing will be involved.

You, on the other hand, spend the rest of the day hiding away in the Davidson center. Wilbur is on the other side of campus, packing for his two week suspension back at home. You're sure his parents had a few colorful words for him once they were called and that you were right about. His father had more things to say than his mom, of anything his dad wasn't as aware as her on how susceptible Wilbur could be to peer pressure. Wil wasn't sure if his dad even knew him anymore, and sometimes you wonder if you would have felt the same, if your dad hadn't adopted you. Maybe Charlie feels that way.

You kept to yourself for the following two weeks, talking with your sister and some of your friends but mostly keeping to yourself. You spend so much time to yourself that you're ahead with your work, which isn't too out of the picture since you mostly are on track but with the extra time to yourself; you get ahead.

As usual, your dad is proud of you, showing that outwardly but also keeping his worries to himself, watching you closely and almost acting as if you'll break if he breathes too hard. And maybe you will, you're not even sure yourself. 

Sometimes you feel like a live fuse, ready to burn and implode, but other times you just feel numb, unsure on how to process things. Yet as the day he comes back crawls closer, you find yourself growing at peace with your situation, still missing him but almost forgiving him through his absence. You kept in contact with him, but it was far and few between given your schedule with school and him sort of being a bit grounded. He did explain that was his father's doing, it made sense to you how it was.

You woke up that morning, reaching for your phone just to see the excited messages he left for you. How he was finally looking forward to seeing you again, and the plans he had for you both.

You knew he had apologies attached and that he only wanted to mutter them in person, for that, you were thankful.

You managed to go about your day quietly, tidying up your bunk before heading over to the library on campus, returning a few books you borrowed for a project, and then walking back over to the main museum. Wandering through the halls and exhibits, admiring them as if you don't pass by them hundreds of times a day. It kept your mind off everything.

Somewhere between them and now, you'd walked back to your dorm, turning into the room only to see Wilbur unpacking. You stop in the doorway, watching him make his bunk and put away his bags.

"Hey, Wil," you finally speak up, greeting him and he immediately turns to face you, smiling happily at you.

"Hey," he whispers, walking over to you and offering a hug, which you gratefully take, falling into his arms and hugging him tightly around his waist.

"I'm glad you're back," you mumble against his chest, holding yourself tighter against him, reveling in his warmth; something you didnt realize you missed so much.

"Me too," he breathes, kissing your cheek before pulling back to look down at you, "I'm sorry, genuinely. I shouldn't have let her kiss me, and I sure as hell shouldn't have snapped at you how I did. You didn't deserve any of that, and so I'm sorry."

a small smile creeps up on your lips as he speaks, rambling at a speed faster than what should be humanly possible. so once he takes a breath, you lean up to press your lips to his, letting his mold to yours as you kiss one another, the exchange beginning to build in tension. he holds his hands on your hips, pulling you flush against him as you reach your fingers to sift through the curls on the back of his head. soft whimpers and hums are shared between your mouths, his grip getting tighter as you lift yourself higher on your toes.

you take a few more moments before you both decide to break for breath, eyes meeting before you both smile and laugh, "so, am I forgiven?" he whispers against your lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before swiping his thumbs over your hip bones.

"mmm.. yeah, I think so," you giggle, standing back flat on your feet before you begin to tug him towards the door.

"where are you taking me?" he speaks through soft laughs, quite happy with how things turned out, even if he got his ass handed to him.

"our spot."

he smiles at the mention, nodding as you drag him away; most likely to make out. regardless, you're both happy with how things turned out and are sure to move forward from here. you forgave him, so all that needs to happen is for him to forgive himself.

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[hollenka99]

I do find it funny that Chayanne and Tallulah have been family coded thanks to Wilbur 'cannot go without a family dynamic for 5 minutes' Soot saying Phil's his dad because like... aren't the eggs all canonically related anyway? They're from the same clutch and all the Dragon's children. Those children are siblings, even if nobody on the server's really treating them that way.

All this to say that somebody should write or draw them as siblings who have all gone to separate families but still live close enough to each other that they still get to play with their brothers and sisters.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #I might write something based on this myself if I find the time. #heavily ignoring the fact Juanaflippa and Tilin are dead and Tallulah was forgotten about for a month

[teenagenerdtrashcowboy]

I would like 2 know 🥺🥺........[SILLY]

Okay, gonna go on a yapping spree

Quick warning ima mention some topics like self harm, and death

So here's B one because it has a lot to it it

So like I like to believe B was born in the 2000s, now his actual bio family has a very big link to this god called stardom (I'm going to make a design for them soon but to describe them, they usually wear an outfit similar to a priest, they have stars scattered across it and they have very long curly hair. They also have traits that of deer, they have hooves, ears and antlers) now Bs mother had him and his twin sister (brother at the time) a day apart. Right so she had this almost prophecy and had to give up B and his younger sister. Now like I've Said before B is a trans guy, he used to be a girl, who was called Nicole (if you read the prologue it should link up to James' Superstition) they were taken by this very caring woman who had a rather neglectful husband. So Reagan and B (or refered to as Nicole at the time) grew up with very little affection, and not understanding why someone could possibly be nice to him :(. Now onto the part about B breaking his leg really badly, he was actually around 5 1/2 at the time and was in the basement of his house, he was playing about and knocked over a very heavy piece of metal on his leg, breaking his femur bone in 3 places, this was actually really traumatic to B obviously, this lead to B developing a feeling that he should look all around for cautions around him, sometimes leaving him a bit panicked.

When he had turned 6, a new person had suddenly come into his clas in primary school, this kid had come from Germany and didn't know much english (you'll never guess who it was/pos) so they had actually become good friends, this kid actually was James (hence James getting a superstition in the prologue that he Recognised B.) Now after all that, Bs step mother had a child, but unfortunately one day she suddenly got seriously sick, B actually has a memory of him when he was just 11 in which his mother was visibly shaking a lot and was pale as fuck. She unfortunately died a month after B turned 12. Because of Bs step dad being rather neglectful, B and Reagan spent most of their time caring for their step brother, this went on for a while, B usually convinced Reagan to let him take care of him more because he just wanted Reagan to have time to grieve the sudden lost of their step mother, this led to B missing out a lot from school. This actually one leading cause to the s/h he had actually done it once after his mother died but soon all the stress caused him to cut himself multiple times per day.

Soon his uncle had taken in B and Reagan and they had to move away, leaving James alone without B.

Now time skip to when B was 18, this is one of his major traumas, B had only just become a backrooms explorer and had some experiences with it, a group of his friends decided to bring him along because he had a lot of experience already, so they could explore a rather dangerous room. B was obviously like "fuck no don't do that you could die" but they kept on trying to convince B until he gave in. Before they knew it they were cornered, B was actually the first to get attacked an entity charged at him and dug its teeth deep into the side of Bs neck (Wilbur soot core) and thundercunted him across to the side, all the others was like "oh shit" and tried to fight but unfortunately were ripped to shreds, B had to actually lay there and watch it unfold because if he moved he could become another victim.

Obviously after he was in therapy for a while and then disappeared and soon met James again.

Now James' one, a whole lot less terrifying. James was born in Germany obviously, at the time he spoke only German, until his parents decided to move to wales, so he had to learn a but of English. Fortunately the teachers there did give him extra help with english and understanding stuff. You see James is autistic but he didn't know anything about it fully until he was about 11,he thought it was normal to not understand social cues, have really big interests in things, to stim or get panicked by loud noises. James actually would get very stressed, and often would be babied, making it worse he wanted respect. This led to a lot of stress and soon he started to develop coping mechanisms, one of the main ones being eating (a reason why he's quite chubby in my hc, he's also chubby because I am a bit too). Alongside that James gets very clingy to people if they actually are nice to him, this can be quite self destructive because if they are gone for a while he can get really upset, James actually for a while had major separation anxiety when him and B first got together, this poor guy would actually cuddle pillows. James has actually had a really big hype fixation on chemistry since he first learnt about it but unfortunately he couldn't become a chemist so he chose the next best thing. Now about why James needs that visor. James had always had problems with his sight, he actually wore glasses but soon it started to get much worse until he actually went particularly blind, he was given the visor so he could see again and they could hopefully soon find a cure for the sudden blindness. But now they really can't, because uh oh an entity got him and ripped off the visor and pulled out his eyes, fortunately B ran in and saved him, and that led James to getting a bit of trauma too.

#dave and bambi #dave and bambi popcorn edition #popcornedition #Azhers rambles #asks

[grey-rambles]

Of Moonlit Walks and Mountaintops

Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

This is heavily inspired by the song "Kelly's Mountain" by JP Cormier! The song is linked at the bottom; I'd encourage that you read the fic before listening to the song, as it did directly inspire the plot, and thus contains spoilers!

Length: ~7.8k

Warnings: implied sexual content, one kinds steamy scene, character death, character injury described in some detail

Notes: Couldn't figure out how to go without name indicators this time :'( Tried something new with the POV, lemme know how you like it!

if I could only fly,

if I could build a bridge

I'd carry you my love

across this barren ridge

Wilbur shivered as he walked through the streets, leading his horse beside him. Spring was just barely beginning, so the world was still covered in a thick layer of snow up this far north, and the biting wind coming down off of the mountain sent a chill right through to his bones, despite the many layers he was wearing. 

He was here on a desperately needed supply run for his family's homestead on the other side of the mountain. This was the nearest town to their isolated farm, however it was only accessible during the warmer months– the depths of winter making passage over the mountain essentially a death sentence. Wilbur's brother, Technoblade, had made the last trip out for supplies nearly four months ago at the end of the fall, and the family had had to rely on their own preserves and what he had brought back in order to make it through the winter.

The first signs of spring had only just begun to show themselves, although the season was far from fully arrived, winter's icy claws still very much sunk into the earth. But, the world had thawed just enough to allow safe passage over the mountain, and Wilbur's father had decided that it was up to him to travel the treacherous path over the mountain and into town for the desperately needed supplies.

Wilbur, as it were, was not particularly pleased with this decision.

"Why do I have to be the one to go?" Wilbur cried out, affronted. "Why can't Techno do it? Or Tommy?"

Phil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I need Techno here to help me move those trees that fell across one of the fields. And Tommy is fifteen, I'm not sending him over the mountain by himself at his age."

"I could do it, I'm a big man!" Tommy chimed in from where he was hanging upside down over the arm of the couch.

"Absolutely not," their father replied, tone firm, "Wilbur will be going, and that is final."

And so here Wilbur was, half frozen but alive, thankfully.

His dad had made life easy for him, at least, having placed part of the order ahead via messenger bird at the general store. All Wilbur had to do was pick it up in two days time. In the interim, he could purchase the list of requests from the rest of his family, and some things for himself. He was in desperate need of new strings for his guitar, currently slung over his back; Tommy had requested more wool with which to make sweaters and scarves, as well as other sewing supplies, and sweets you could only pick up in town; Techno had left him a long list of new books he wanted to read, and had sent along his 2nd favourite axe for repairs at the blacksmith's; and Phil had only asked that he pick up more of the good paper and some ink from the stationers–maybe he should grab some pencils too, just to be safe. 

As Wilbur planned out his best route to get everything done the next day, he and the family horse made their way slowly towards the inn where he would be staying. Deep in thought, a sudden flash of colour in his periphery caught his eye. 

Shaking himself out of his head, Wilbur turned to look towards whatever it was that caught his attention. Laying eyes upon it, his heart stopped.

Standing before him was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. The flash of colour he had noticed was a bright blue ribbon tied into her long hair. It was really the only embellishment on her person. Her skirt was a simple thing, deep blue to match the ribbon. Her shoes were practical boots, her travelling cloak black and lined with fur. 

As Wilbur watched, she made her way into the inn, and he scrambled to follow, entranced. Stopping quickly by the stables, passing off the reins and a few coins to the stablehand, he raced back towards the main entrance to the building.

Upon entering the inn, Wilbur's eyes scanned the room quickly, searching for the girl. He quickly spotted her sitting at one of the tables over in the dining area, and he began to make his way towards her. His quest to speak to the mysterious beauty was interrupted, however, but the sound of his name from the front desk.

"Wilbur!" Jack, his old friend, called out from behind the check in desk, "Wasn't expecting to see any of you lot for a few more weeks! How did your family fare through the winter? You'll take the usual room?"

"Yeah, thanks mate. We're doing well, I'm just here for a couple of days on a supply run. Mountain's just barely thawed enough to traverse, but it'll improve from here on out."

Jack hummed in acknowledgement, before adding, "I'll go grab your keys, just a moment," and vanishing into the staff area. 

Wilbur took that moment to turn back to the girl, to find her already looking at him. She smiled as their eyes met, and Wilbur was rooted to the spot. As he continued to watch, the girl stood and made her way towards him. 

Just as she was getting within arm's reach, Jack returned with the keys to Wilbur's room. Her shoulder just barely brushed against Wilbur's arm as she passed him by, and goosebumps immediately raised up on his skin at the gentle touch.

Choosing to ignore Jack for a moment, Wilbur followed the girl's figure with his eyes as she made her way across the rest of the room to the staircase leading to the sleeping quarters, casting one last shy smile over her shoulder at him before ascending the stairs out of sight. 

"Here's your keys, Wil, sorry about the wait– Wilbur?" 

Shaking his head and refocusing on the moment, Wilbur turned back to face Jack. "Jack. Who was that?"

"The girl who just walked past us?" Jack winced. "That's Old Man McGowan's daughter." 

Wilbur's heart sank at the words. 

Everyone knew Old Man McGowan, even a relative outsider like Wilbur. He owned a homestead a couple miles outside of town, and he was known for his harsh behaviour towards everyone, regardless of station. The only exception to this, or so Wilbur had heard, was his fair young daughter, whom he was fiercely protective over. 

There were rumours that the man had threatened, or even shot, every man who had ever tried to court his daughter. 

Wilbur had never seen the girl before now, but word around town was that she was perhaps the most exquisite creature to have ever walked the earth. He supposed he could confirm the truth in that statement now.

"Be careful with that one, Wil," Jack's voice once again snapped him out of his head, "I'm dead serious. Her most recent suitor– you remember James, the blacksmith's apprentice?-- ended up with a bullet in his thigh after McGowan heard he was planning on asking her to go out with him. He hadn't even asked her yet, she never said yes, just did it as kind of a preemptive thing, I suppose. Nobody actually saw him do it, or course, but James left town after that to live with some family a couple hours south, so pretty much everyone believes it was him. They're bad news, the both of them."

"Thanks for the advice, Jack, I'll keep that in mind." He was going to disregard that advice so fast. "Gonna go drop my things off now though, we can catch up some more later."

Wilbur hauled his bags up the stairs to his room and settled in quickly. He propped his guitar case up in the corner, flinging his satchel of clothes and supplies onto the table before collapsing onto the bed with a sigh. After laying there for a few minutes, he heaved himself up, making his way towards the communal bathrooms to freshen up. 

Wilbur showered quickly, taking a moment to savour the hot water before washing himself, then towelling dry. He put on some fresh clothes, making his way out of the bathroom as he buttoned his shirt, once again deep in his own head. It wasn't too late in the day, just past 3pm, if he hurried he could drop Techno's axe off at the blacksmith's before dinner time, then–

His train of thought was abruptly derailed as he collided with another figure in the hallway. 

Reaching his hands out on reflex to steady the other person, Wilbur looked down to see exactly who it was he had run into. His heart started beating overtime when he once again laid eyes on that blue ribbon, and eyes to match. 

"So sorry," he rushed to get out, "are you alright?" 

The girl's cheeks were absolutely on fire with a deep blush, eyes flicking up to make contact with Wilbur's own, then down to… his chest. Where his shirt was still half unbuttoned. Suddenly, Wilbur's cheeks felt just as hot as he was sure hers did.

"I'm Wilbur," he blurted out abruptly, any charisma he might normally have had abandoning him in light of the current situation. "What's your name?"

Still blushing wildly, the girl introduced herself. "Y/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N" he replied, eyes still locked onto hers. They stood for a moment, just looking at each other, before a muffled shout came from down the hallway, sounding like it may have been her name.

Immediately, Y/N's eyes flickered away from Wilbur's. "That was my father. I need to go," she said softly, suddenly sounding exhausted. 

"O-of course," Wilbur replied, "Sorry for keeping you." He moved to the side, pressing against the wall to allow her the space to pass him by. She flitted past him, eyes on the floor, before abruptly pausing and whirling back around to face him.

"Do you know Don Campbell's fields?" she asked him. Wilbur nodded in response; he remembered running around Campbell's cornfield with his brothers when they were younger. The man was very easygoing, and didn't mind the village children playing in his fields so long as they didn't destroy the plants, making it a popular place to hang out, and for young couples to meet for dates.

Another call of her name sounded down the hallway, louder this time.

"Meet me there tonight, after moonrise." Her face was serious, eyes boring into Wilbur's. She smiled slightly as she added, "Bring your guitar." 

And then she was gone.

~o0O0o~

Wilbur passed the remainder of the day in a daze, floating on a cloud of hazy anticipation. He could barely believe that the most gorgeous girl he had ever laid eyes on wanted to meet with him. Him! He could barely find the decorum to keep from grinning wildly for the rest of the day. 

He did end up stopping by the blacksmith with Techno's axe, and he spent some time just wandering about the streets in the dying light of the setting sun, noting any changes from the previous summer when he had last visited. He meandered his way back to the inn for dinner, taking a seat at a table in the corner to eat his stew. 

As he ate, Wilbur cast his eyes slowly around the room, taking in the other guests. It wasn't very busy, which made sense considering the time of year– two men at the bar that looked like they might be travelling salesmen, and a woman dressed in travelling clothes being the only others in the room. 

His eyes flickered to the stairwell at the sound of footsteps growing louder. 

And there was Y/N, looking even more breathtaking in the flickering candlelight of the inn's interior. Wilbur tried not to stare too obviously, especially considering that her father was at her side, levelling a glare at anyone who had the misfortune of catching his eye. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilbur watched the pair settle at a booth opposite him. McGowan stood aside, allowing his daughter to slide into the bench against the wall first, before sitting down next to her, essentially boxing the girl in. She looked very small, sitting there next to him. 

As the barmaid came over to take their order, Wilbur observed the situation quietly. McGowan spoke very curtly to her, giving both his own and his daughter's order. Y/N, for her part, sat silently, eyes on the table. 

Wilbur finished his meal and left the price of his meal, plus enough to tip the barmaid on the table and made his way back towards his room.

As he passed by, he briefly made eye contact with Y/N, giving her a very small smile as he passed by. 

Arriving back onto his room, Wilbur sat on the bed with a sigh. After a moment's thought, he picked up his guitar and began to tune it. Might as well be prepared for later tonight.

Once finished with the instrument and set it aside, he paced around the room for a few minutes, nervous anticipation brewing under his skin. Eventually, Wilbur found himself laying back on the bed, watching out the window for the moon to appear over the trees. 

It was just a waiting game at this point. Wilbur settled himself in for the long haul. 

~o0O0o~

Finally, after an agonizing hour and a half wait, Wilbur spotted the soft light of the full moon begin to peek up above the treeline. 

He practically sprang from the bed where he'd been reclining. Throwing on his thick coat and other outdoor gear, barely remembering to sling his guitar case over his shoulders, he threw on his boots and then headed towards the door.

Moving quietly as to not disturb any other guests, Wilbur made his way to the front door and out into the quiet streets. 

It was a clear night, with a full moon and a sky full of stars casting a gentle, white light over the town and surrounding countryside. But, it was even colder now that the sun had set, the wind cutting through Wilbur's layers like they weren't even there. He shivered, huddling further into his coat collar, and hurried his steps towards Campbell's fields. 

Upon arriving, Wilbur faltered in his steps a bit, unsure. Should he go in? Had he beat her here? Eventually, he settled in to wait leaning up on one of the fence poles near the gate, staring up at the sky. It was a little more sheltered from the wind here, at least, with trees lining the road across from the fields, and the pale stalks of last season's corn still standing in the field next to him.

It wasn't long before he heard footsteps come crunching down the rocky path. Looking away from the stars, Wilbur set his eyes on something even more breathtaking than the cosmos.

Y/N approached him quickly, clutching her cloak close to her body as an attempt to shield herself from the cold. If he had thought that the flickering candlelight suited her well, then she was absolutely made to be under the moonlight. Her skin almost seemed to glow in the pale light, her hair shining where it had been cast down about her shoulders. 

"Fancy seeing you here," he greeted once she was standing in front of him. She offered a smile in return, shivering slightly and drawing her cloak even closer around her. 

He offered out his arm. "Shall we?" Y/N nodded her head, slipping her arm into his. The two of them began a lazy circuit around the perimeter of the field.

Conversation started out pretty awkward and stilted, but pretty soon Wilbur and Y/N had settled into an easy and light "getting-to-know-you" type chat. He spoke about the mischief he and his brothers got up to, while she explained what it was like living and helping out around her father's homestead. 

Wilbur had had a potential destination in mind since they started walking– an old fir tree his family used to picnic under. He hoped that it was still there, and that his memory hadn't failed him in recalling how to get there. 

After another couple minutes of walking, chatting and laughing, the tree came into sight, so Wilbur gently began to guide them towards it. The bench was still there, he noted, though looking a little worse for wear than what he remembered. Still, it appeared sturdy enough, and held their weight as the pair settled atop of it.

Y/N's cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, but she was smiling so sweetly up at him. Her eyes widened as he slung his guitar case off of his back, a look of pure delight spreading across her face. "You actually brought it," she said happily, "Oh, I love music. Will you play me a song?"

"That was kind of the whole point of me bringing it, darling," Wilbur replied, unable to stop the pet name falling from his lips. Although, based on the way her pink flush deepened, he didn't think Y/N was opposed to it. 

Quickly double checking his tuning, Wilbur then began to play. Y/N's eyes quickly drifted closed, and she began to sway to the melody, a peaceful expression taking over her face. He continued to play for as long as he could, moving from one song to the next, until he reluctantly drew the piece to a close.

"I'm afraid I can't feel my fingers any longer, my dear," he explained regretfully to Y/N as her eyes fluttered open, setting his guitar back into the open case on the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed in concern, and she grabbed his hands from where they were resting on his lap to clutch them to her chest. Suddenly, his face felt hot.

"Is that a little better?" she asked him, looking up to meet his eyes. Wilbur could do nothing but nod, voice dying in his chest. 

They sat like that a minute, just looking at each other, until a sudden gust of wind made them both shiver. "I suppose we should be heading back." Her voice sounded regretful as she spoke. As much as he hated it, Wilbur had to agree. 

The began making their way back towards the inn, once again arm in arm, much slower than when they had approached the fields. 

"You mentioned that you're from the other side of the mountain. How long will you be in town for?"

"Just the next three days, I'm only here to pick up some supplies that we can't get anywhere else."

"... I see."

Conversation dwindled out after that, but the silence was comfortable. 

After a few moments, Wilbur noticed Y/N was huddling a little closer to his side, shivering faintly. "Are you cold, darling?" he asked, stopping in place and using their attached arms as leverage to turn her to face him.

She shrugged. "Maybe a little bit. We'll be back soon enough, I'll be alright."

Making a small noise of dissatisfaction, Wilbur began unwinding his scarf from around his neck. Y/N watched him, visibly surprised, her lips slightly parted. 

As he began winding the scarf around her neck, he noted that she looked very deep in thought. After a couple more seconds, she hesitantly spoke up.

"Hey Wil. Can I… ask you something?"

He hummed in acknowledgement, busy trying to get the scarf to lay the way he wanted it to around her neck.

"I– um. I was wondering… when you," She inhaled deeply, albeit a little shakily, and brought one of her hands up to grasp at his. Startled, he met her eyes, dead serious under the pale light of the moon. 

"Please, take me with you when you go home." 

Wilbur blinked, startled. 

Taking his silence as her cue to continue, Y/N pressed onwards. " My father… you saw him at dinner. He isn't a kind man. He's very possessive of me. He won't allow me to spend time with anyone in town or make friends, let alone try and find love; he's threatened anyone brave enough to try." Wilbur watched, heart aching, as she flicked her gaze downwards, eyes filled with tears. And still, she continued on. 

"I thought that I would be content waiting for him to die in order to be able to live my life, but then today I saw you and… something just snapped inside me. I really just… I can't live like this anymore." Y/N looked back up at him, eyes shining, two trails of tears gently running down her cheeks, "Please. Please, Wilbur. I just– I can't–" her sentence devolved as she continued to cry.

"Hey, okay, that's alright darling, of course I'll take you home with me," Wilbur soothed, "You won't ever have to worry about him again." 

He opened his arms slowly, not wanting to move too quickly and spook her. "C'mere, darling." He slowly wrapped himself around her, pulling her gently into his chest. She tensed up for a moment, before relaxing into it and returning his embrace, pushing further into his chest and gripping the back of his coat tightly. In return, Wilbur adjusted his hold slightly, one hand coming up to card through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N's hairline as he moved to rest his head atop of hers. 

Slowly, Y/N's breathing evened out as she calmed down and stopped crying. She shifted in his hold as though pulling away, and Wilbur let her move back slightly, though he did keep his arms locked around her waist in a gentle hold.

"Thanks for that," she said quietly, still sniffling slightly. 

He smiled. "Of course, darling. Now, shall we continue on?"

They began walking again, although this time instead of linking arms, Wilbur kept Y/N held firmly against his body with an arm around her waist. She snuggled in close to him, a contented sigh leaving her lips. 

Once the lights of the town came into view, Y/N reluctantly pulled away from his embrace. "We'll have to head the rest of the way back separately. My father may have waited up for me, and we absolutely can't be seen together." 

Nodding his assent, Wilbur raised her hand up to his lips, gently kissing the back of it. Her face erupted in a deep red blush.

"Same time and place tomorrow?" he offered. 

She smiled, just a small thing. "I'd really like that." Slowly, she unwound his scarf from around her neck. Stepping up closer and raising up onto her toes to reach, she slung the piece of fabric around him. Pausing quickly and taking a breath, almost as though psyching herself up, Y/N then leaned up as high as she could and pressed a soft kiss against Wilbur's cheek. 

He blinked in surprise feeling the flush move across his face and down his neck. He no longer felt cold at all, but rather, quite warm.

"See you tomorrow, Wil," she said softly, giving him one last smile. She walked backwards away from him, continuing to hold his hand until the last possible second before letting it drop.

And then she finally turned, and vanished into the darkness. 

Wilbur stood there for a moment, just savoring the last few seconds of the night. He brought his scarf up to his face; it smelled, just slightly, of Y/N's perfume. 

He began to make his way back to the inn, taking a longer route through town to avoid arriving at the same time as Y/N. Once there, he crept quietly through the main floor and back up to his room, before collapsing in the bed, still in his outdoor gear. 

A wide grin overtook Wilbur's face as he thought back over the last few hours. He let out a breathless little giggle, before heaving himself up to get ready for bed.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

~o0O0o~

Wilbur awoke to sunlight on his face in the morning. Sitting up quickly, he grabbed a piece of bread from the loaf he had brought from home for breakfast, quickly finishing it and starting to get ready for the day.

Time seemed to pass simultaneously very quickly and syrupy slow as Wilbur made his way around town, completing various errands. 

He stopped in at the stationer and picked up paper and ink, plus some more pencils. He checked in with the blacksmith about Techno's axe. He spent some time in the stables, taking care of the family horse. He picked out some thread and yarn for Tommy at the tailor's shop, and also grabbed the boy some chocolates at the patisserie. He picked up two new packs of strings for his guitar from the specialty shop.

Having finished most of his errands, and electing to leave the bookstore for the next day, Wilbur opted to spend a few coins on some cured meat from the butcher's to tide him over until dinner. He wandered the streets aimlessly as he ate, enjoying the faint warmth of the pale sunlight as it glinted off the snow. Already, it was starting to set behind the mountain, casting long shadows of the peak over the town.

He'd barely even seen a glimpse of Y/N today, he noted. Every time he caught sight of her, she was accompanied by her father, looming over her shoulder like a foreboding sort of shadow. His hulking form next to her made her appear very small. Wilbur was afraid to even look at her too long, let alone attempt to make eye contact, just in case McGowan took issue with it. 

Eventually, Wilbur headed back to the inn to have dinner, then back up to his room to wait for moonrise once again. Once he saw the moonbeams come up over the rooftops, he took the same route to Campbell's fields as he had the day before. 

The night passed in much the same way as the previous one had, although this time instead of idle chatter, Wilbur and Y/N spent most of their time together planning how, exactly, they were going to smuggle her out from under her father's thumb.

"I think we should leave at night, while my father is sleeping," Y/N said, snuggling further into Wilbur's chest where she was tucked under his arm. "Makes us less likely to get caught."

They were once again seated on the bench underneath the fir tree, but this time, instead of playing his guitar, Wilbur played with Y/N's hair as she rested against him. He had thought ahead and brought along a blanket to wrap around their shoulders and shield them from the cold– that plus their combined body heat made for quite the cozy little sanctuary.

Wilbur hummed in response to Y/N's statement, placing an absent kiss to her forehead. "That's not going to work, unfortunately. Trying to climb the mountain in the dark is practically a death sentence. I'm thinking we'll leave just before dawn. It's about an hour to the foot of the mountain, so it should be getting light out by then, and by the time we're high enough up for it to really be dangerous to fall, it should be light enough to see fairly well."

They again walked arm in arm to the town's edge before parting ways. The two decided not to meet up the next night, giving them both a little extra time to get things ready before their departure the following morning. Y/N once again left him with a kiss, although this time instead of being smack in the middle of his cheek, it was on the very outside corner of his mouth. 

And again, just like yesterday, Wilbur walked back to the inn practically floating on air, and went to bed anticipating the next day. It would be his last full day in town, and then he and Y/N would make their escape, ready to begin their life together properly. He smiled, as he let himself fall asleep.

~o0O0o~

The next day dawned, and Wilbur completed the same morning routine as the previous day, before wandering out into the street to complete the last of his errands. 

It was overcast, with the potential for a late season snow, and Wilbur was grateful that he didn't have to travel today. 

As he was making his way down the main street of the town towards the bookshop, he heard someone calling his name. Turning around to see who it was, he was very surprised to see Y/N, all alone for once.

She hurried up to him, smiling broadly. "Wilbur! I'm so glad I caught you!"

"Y/N? What's going on, where's your father?" Wilbur glanced wildly around, almost expecting the man to jump out of the shadows, wielding his gun. 

Y/N let out a breathless laugh. "He was called home for an emergency with one of our heifers. He opted for me to stay here so that we don't lose our room at the inn. He won't be back until late tonight, he said, so I can spend all day with you! Isn't it wonderful?" 

Wilbur couldn't help but let himself become completely engulfed in her enthusiasm, picking her up and spinning her around with a broad grin. "It really is wonderful, darling. I have to finish some errands first, though, and then I'm all yours."

"Could I join you on your errands? I promise I won't get in the way," she looked up at him through her lashes as she spoke, and Wilbur was helpless to those eyes. 

"Of course you can, darling. Any extra moment with you is a welcome addition to my day." He raised the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss, before offering his arm to her to hold. And then, they were off. 

Walking around town with Y/N like a normal young couple felt amazing. They kept up a joking conversation, occasionally bumping shoulders playfully. They swung quickly by the blacksmith's to pick up Techno's axe, and by the general store to pick up Phil's order, both of which they popped into the saddlebags of Wilbur's horse in the stable, before making their way to the bookstore. 

They separated for the first time that day inside of the bookshop, as Wilbur began methodically working his way through the list of books his family had requested with the assistance of the clerk. Y/N, for her part, wandered about the shelves slowly, perusing the titles. 

After close to an hour, he had finally amassed all of the books that he needed. Thanking the clerk profusely, Wilbur turned to find Y/N as the store employee figured out his total. He found her standing not too far away, absolutely engrossed in a book. 

"Are you going to buy that one?" he asked as he came up next to her, slipping an arm around her waist. 

She smiled ruefully up at him. "I can't. Father didn't leave me with very much money, I can't afford it." Sighing softly, Y/N went to place the book back on the shelf, when Wilbur abruptly plucked it right out of her hands. 

Striding quickly across the store, he placed the book on the top of his pile. "Add this one too, please," he said to the clerk, who smiled and nodded, quickly adding the price to the running total. 

"Oh, Wil, you don't have to–" Y/N started to say, before he cut her off. "But I want to. You deserve nice things, darling, this is the least I could do." He smiled at her. 

Blushing faintly, Y/N uttered a quiet 'thank-you', before sliding her arm into his. 

Wilbur quickly slung the satchel full of books over his shoulder, and then they were off once again. 

It was getting close to lunchtime, so they stopped for food at the bakery; Wilbur purchased spinach hand pies for both himself and Y/N, as well as a fruit turnover to share.

They sat on a bench in the town square to eat their lunch. Wilbur was grateful for the break, lugging all those books around was starting to hurt his shoulder. 

"Thank you again for buying lunch, Wil, I really appreciate it," Y/N said, as she finished her half of the turnover. 

"Don't mention it, darling," he replied, "it was my pleasure."

She had a small spot of jam near the corner of her mouth. Wilbur desperately wanted to kiss it off of her, but he refrained due to the public nature of their location. Instead, he opted to bring his thumb up and swipe the jam off, then putting the digit up to his mouth to lick it clean. Y/N followed his thumb with her eyes throughout its journey, transfixed. She was blushing again, Wilbur noted smugly. 

"Anyplace else you wanted to go, my dear?" he asked her, and she shook her head in reply.

They meandered slowly around town, no specific destination in mind. The pair made another stop by the tailor's, where Wilbur purchased a gorgeous new silk ribbon for Y/N's hair, in a stunning shade of scarlet. Ignoring her protests about how 'it's too expensive' and 'really, you don't have to', Wilbur pressed the ribbon into her hands with a small smile, and a gentle murmur of, "I enjoy getting to spoil you, darling."

Just about done in town, but still with a couple of hours until dinner, the pair make their way back to the inn to spend some quiet time inside.

"Would you like to join me in my room? It has a seating area where you could read, if you wanted." Wilbur was uncharacteristically hesitant in asking, not wanting to push too far, too fast.

Almost immediately, his fear was alleviated when Y/N smiled and nodded at him.

They made their way up to his room, Wilbur finally depositing the satchel of books with an audible thud. He quickly dug out the one that Y/N had picked out and handed it to her. She then settled into the loveseat in the corner to begin reading.

For his part, Wilbur pulled out his guitar and his notebook from the case, and began playing around with some chord progressions. 

The room was quiet, aside from Wilbur's gentle music, and filled with a sense of peace. It draped over the pair like a warm blanket, cocooning them in a sense of calm. 

Wilbur's fingers slowed to a stop against the strings of his instrument. He wasn't really making much progress on the song anyways, constantly flicking his eyes up to look at Y/N, before looking away again. At this point, he stopped trying to hide it, and began staring shamelessly. He could practically feel the besotted look taking over his face.

A couple minutes later, Y/N seemed to notice his attention on her– she blinked herself out of her book to return Wilbur's gaze, one eyebrow raised in question.

"You're beautiful," he said. Almost as though compelled by an outside force, he got up and sat next to her on the loveseat, reaching a hand out to cup her cheek.

Y/N leaned into his touch, eyes becoming half-lidded as they looked at each other. After a few moments, Wilbur flicked his eyes down to glance at her lips. Her tongue darted out in response, and he looked back to her eyes just in time to catch her glancing down at his mouth in turn.

Leaning forward slightly, he murmured, "May I?"

"Yes," she breathed in response, and then they finally came together in a kiss.

It started out very sweet, but it didn't stay that way long. Wilbur's hand slid around from Y/N's cheek to the back of her head, where it tangled in her hair. When her lips parted in a gasp, Wilbur took that opportunity to slide his tongue into Y/N's mouth. She rewarded him with a soft hum in the back of her throat as she tentatively began to match the movements of his tongue with her own. 

Things moved very quickly from there.

In a bid to be closer to him, Y/N slung her leg over Wilbur's lap, ending up in a straddle, their bodies pressed together from chest to hips. Wilbur's hands fell to her waist and then trailed lower, as their lips seperated with a wet sound. 

Wilbur's fingers found the edge of Y/N's skirt. "May I?" he asked again, slowly moving his hand under the hem. "You may," she replied, and then leaned in to kiss him again. His fingers trailed up under her skirts to grip at a thigh, thumb stroking back and forth over the soft skin there. 

Y/N's hips shifted. Wilbur's grip tightened. It was stiflingly hot, suddenly.

She did it again, hips moving in tiny little circles against him.

Head tipping back, Wilbur groaned out, "God, Y/N." He moved to attach his lips to her neck in retaliation, sucking softly on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, which caused her to move against him once more, harder this time.

"Ah! Wil–ohh…" 

Something inside of him snapped. Moving both of his hands to the back of her thighs, Wilbur used all of his strength to stand the two of them up, Y/N's legs wrapping around his waist. He swallowed her gasp of surprise with another heated kiss. 

"Is this okay?" he muttered against her lips, taking a step towards the bed.

"Yes, Wil, please!" She tugged at his hair in response. 

It was only a couple of long strides before they were falling into the bed, breath escaping Y/N's lungs as her back hit the mattress.

"Still good?" Wilbur checked in one last time. Y/N nodded, looking absolutely debauched. 

Wilbur took one last moment to admire her underneath him, hair splayed across the pillows, mouth red, cheeks flushed pink, then he let himself fall.

~o0O0o~

Several hours later, Wilbur watched from his place on the bed as a dark mark he had left low on Y/N's collarbone was covered as she re-buttoned the top of her dress. 

They had savoured the little time they had left together for as long as possible, drawing out every moment, until Y/N had to get ready to go back to her own room before her father returned.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early," she said to him once she was fully dressed, "and then we'll never have to part like this again."

She walked over to him and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips before slipping out into the hallway. 

Wilbur allowed himself a minute to wallow– he missed her already– before he got up and packed as much as he was able to, making sure he was prepared for a rapid departure in the morning.

Once that was done, he let himself fall into a fitful sleep, thoughts cast ahead to a bright future with his beloved.

~o0O0o~

The next morning saw Wilbur up before dawn, getting everything down to the stables and packed onto his horse. Y/N joined him right as he was finishing up. They added her meager bag of possessions to one of the saddlebags, and then they were all set to go.

He couldn't resist pulling her into a deep kiss– it may have wasted several precious moments of time, but it was worth it. Finally pulling apart to breathe, Wilbur offered out his hand for Y/N, and they started walking. 

Not many words were spoken as they made their way to the base of the mountain, the both of them still half asleep. The only sound was the hoof falls of the horse, echoing through the empty plains around them. The walk still passed fairly quickly, however, and before long they were standing at the bottom, looking up at the craggy peak.

"You ready?" Wilbur asked Y/N. She nodded, a determined look in her eyes.

Dawn was washing over them now, orange streaking along the sky. It lit up the mountain, casting it in a yellow glow that seemed to turn the snowcapped grey stone to molten gold.

As they began their ascent, Wilbur explained the route to Y/N. "This mountain has two summits, technically, both around the same height. We're aiming to head through the center passage between the two. It's a lot faster than trying to go over the peak, or going around the base."

Y/N nodded. "Makes sense. How far from the base is your house?"

"Not very far, thankfully. Soon as we're though the pass, you'll be able to see it."

They were about three quarters of the way to the pass when Wilbur first noticed the strange rumbling sound coming from behind them. To his left, Y/N let out a gasp, looking back towards town.

"It's my father. He's coming this way! We have to go!" 

Wilbur glanced back. And sure enough, there was McGowan, sat astride a horse, heading straight for them, rifle slung over his back.

They quickened their pace, but it wasn't enough. McGowan arrived near the base of the mountain, pulled his rifle down, and took aim.

The first shot missed them wide to the right. The second was closer, but still wide.

"Isn't he afraid he's going to hit you?" Wilbur shouted.

"I don't really think he cares at this point," Y/N yelled back. 

They continued picking their way up, narrowly avoiding the third and fourth shots. If they could make it into the pass, they'd take away his line of sight, Wilbur knew.

"He's only got one shot left in that magazine, we're so close!" Y/N called out. 

He ushered her over a ledge and into the safety of the pass, then encouraged the horse to head in as well. The fifth shot rang out.

Wilbur gritted his teeth, hauled himself up over the ledge, and entered the pass.

"We made it! Oh my God, we actually made it!" Y/N was enthused as she continued deeper into the passage. "He can't shoot us anymore now we're out of view, and it'll take him ages to pick his way up here. We're practically home free!"

She twirled around in celebration, laughing, before glancing over at Wilbur in confusion, where he was still standing right in the entrance to the path.

"Wilbur? We've still got a ways to go, no time to rest yet. Are… are you alright?"

Swallowing heavily, he stumbled forward a few steps to meet her. His hand, which had been gripping his left side, came away covered in blood. 

"Think he got me," Wilbur said, doing his best to smile through the pain, before his knees buckled. Y/N barely managed to catch him.

They stumbled forward a ways, enough to see the bright daylight spilling through the opening to the far side of the mountain. Just a few feet shy of it, Wilbur's foot him a rock and he went down, hard, into a snowdrift. The cold felt nice against the wound, numbing the burning pain some. 

"No, no, Wilbur please, we're so close," Y/N fell to her knees beside him, tugging on his arm, "I'm not strong enough to lift you, you have to help me out here."

Wilbur felt his expression turn up into a gentle smile. He focused on Y/N's tearstained face, reaching up his right hand to cup her cheek.

"You're so beautiful."

Her expression crumpled further. "Wil, c'mon, you gotta get up. You-you gotta…" she trailed off into a sob.

Wilbur moved his hand around to the back of her head and pulled her head down into the crook of his neck. She sobbed against him, nearly wailing, as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of her head. 

Distantly, but growing closer, they could hear someone shouting out her name. 

Wilbur wet his lips. His throat was very dry. "Your father is coming. You need to go."

"Not without you!" Y/N wailed, clutching tighter to the lapels of his coat.

Mustering up his remaining strength, Wilbur braced the arm of his good side against the ground, raising himself up to his elbow and dislodging her grip in the process. He brought his other arm around to once again cup Y/N's cheek in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. 

A few moments too late, Wilbur realized that he had smeared blood over her face. From the way she clutched at his hand however, it didn't appear that she noticed or cared. 

"Darling, you need to get a move on before he catches up." 

"I'm not leaving you!" Y/N yelled, face set stubbornly despite her tears. 

Wilbur smiled sadly. "My love, I'm afraid you don't have a choice." 

The shouts were growing louder.

"When you get to my home, I need you to-" Wilbur sucked in a sharp breath, a pained grimace emerging on his face, " I need you to tell my father and brother what happened here today. Tell them where to find me. Don't leave me here alone forever."

Y/N nodded her head, expression full of heartbreak. She leaned to press one last lingering kiss to his lips. Wilbur closed his eyes, savouring the moment. When he opened them again, she was standing up, and grabbing the reins of the horse. 

"Trust him to guide you down the mountain. He knows the way," Wilbur said. Y/N nodded her head. 

She started forward, before stopping to look back. 

"Good-bye, Wilbur," her voice broke, "I love you." 

Wilbur smiled. "I love you too, darling. Now go." 

He kept himself propped up long enough to watch her walk out into the light on the other side of the passage and vanish from his sight, before collapsing back into the snow once more.

He exhaled shakily, a smile on his lips. He finally allowed his eyes to flutter closed. The darkness rushed up to meet him, as his surrounding faded away. 

Still smiling, Wilbur let himself fall.

Did he die? I dunno, you decide!

(Canonically, in the song, yes he did, but you can ignore that if you want...)

God, this thing really took on a life of it's own... It was supposed to be like 3k!! Why am I like this!!

Anyways, you can listen to "Kelly's Mountain", the song inspo for this piece here!

#wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #mcyt imagine #grey's rambles

[noki-is-soup]

ᨎ🂱ᗰᗩᔕTᗴᖇᒪIᔕT 🂱ᨎ

ᨎ🂱ᗪᖇᗴᗩᗰ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

Broad Shoulders- Riding Dream while holding his shoulders

Milking Dream Dry- Exactly what it says

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

You Said I Could Trust You?- c!Dream accidentally manipulates y/n but makes it up to them

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

Dream’s NSFW ABC’s

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

Dream’s SFW ABC’s

ᨎ🂱ᘜᑎᖴ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

CNC

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

GeorgeNotFound’s NSFW ABC’s

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

GeorgeNotFound’s SFW ABC’S

ᨎ🂱ᔕᗩᑭᑎᗩᑭ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

CNC

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

Annabelle- Y/n and Sapnap hate horror movies and decide to rent one

I’m Gonna Be a Dad- Y/N gets pregnant and Dream helps get a pregnancy test

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

Sapnap’s SFW ABC’s

ᨎ🂱ᑭᑌᑎᘔ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

Frat Parties- Where amab!reader wears a skirt and a crop top to a peat and Punz can’t help but do something about it.

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱Kᗩᖇᒪ ᒍᗩᑕOᗷᔕ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

CNC

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱ᗯIᒪᗷᑌᖇ ᔕOOT🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

Washing Machine Heart- wilbur soot x short!male!reader where wilbur gets jealous and possessive

Loverboy- wilbur x short!male!reader that's really shy, and wilbur calls him really cute pet names that make him blush? and is also really affectionate with him

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱ᑭOᒪY ᖇᗴᒪᗩTIOᑎᔕᕼIᑭ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

Looking Out for You- karl x short!male!reader x quackity where they are all dating and karl and quackity get jealous and protective?

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱ᖴOOᒪIᔕᘜ🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄ:

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱ᑫᑌᗩᑕKITY🂱ᨎ

Bʟᴜʀʙs:

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

Fᴀɴꜰɪᴄs:

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

ᨎ🂱...ᖇᗴᗩᑕTIᑎᘜ TO/ᗪOIᑎᘜ🂱ᨎ

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

[NONE WRITTEN YET]

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛/𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

DTKQ Reacting to Reader on Their Period

DTKQ As Dads

Normal, Right?- I think you should have Karl and then like, Dream, George, Sapnap. (because everyone writes smut with them) and have them comfort an asexual reader who experienced a very sexual matter, y'know?

#mcyt #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcytblr #minecraft youtubers #dsmp x reader #dreamwastaken #masterlist #Sapnap #gnf #georgenotfound #Punz #Quackity #foolish gamers #Karl #Karl Jacobs

[loving-the-oink-oink]

twins duo au idea where techno is a human, and wilbur is a vampire that has been alive for centuries and is powerful enough to hide his fangs and change his red eyes into brown.

Anyways one day Techno’s just minding his business, going on about his day when he runs into Wilbur (well Wilbur purposely runs into him bc he got one look at Techno and thought he was brother shaped).

And Techno thinks Wilbur’s a pretty nice guy, bit of a nerd but cool. And the next few weeks Techno seems to cross paths with the guy, but he isn’t suspicious bc they don’t live in that big of a town, so he’s bound to run into him from time to time. They soon begin to become friends and hang out, and that’s when Techno learns more about Wilbur like having a dad and younger brother.

One day tho, Techno makes a mistake. He lets Wilbur into his house. He made the fatal mistake of not noticing Wilbur needed permission to enter when he lingered by the door.

“What are you doing hangin’ around the door? You need an invitation?”

“This is the first time I’ve been to your house. It should be special.”

“Well then, welcome to my humble abode, Wilbur Soot.” Techno says sarcastically, spreading his arms wide. “Please, do come in. Is that good enough for you?”

Wilbur steps in the house. “Oh, it’s perfect.” He says, a victorious gleam in his eyes that Techno misses.

After a while Wilbur drops the bomb on him somehow that he’s a vampire and wants to take Techno to his coven and turn him. And Wilbur is not in just any coven, but he’s in the Sleepy Coven, the most powerful coven in town. There’s a struggle but Techno manages to escape and flees the town with nothing but the clothes on his back. He cuts his hair and steals a silver blade, and he tries to create distance bc these guys have connections everywhere.

But Wilbur and his family track him down. They’ve been on his tail this whole time actually. They just wanted to let him run so he can get it out of his system and so he can know that there is no where he can go where they can’t find him.

Techno tries to avoid eye contact to avoid being thralled, but Wilbur manages to catch him off guard, and Techno makes eye contact with crimson red eyes and he’s falling, falling, and falling…

“We’re friends, right? You want to come home with us.” Wilbur says. And all Techno can do is nod along, unable to look away from bright red eyes.

“Now sleep.” Wilbur says, and Techno does. He knows nothing more after that.

#I’ll probably write this one day. Probably later since I have other fics I want to finish first #technoblade #wilbur soot #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #twins duo #c!technoblade #c!wilbur soot