#wilma soot fluff

[phxntomsdusk]

Valentine’s day with my bursonas

note; these are just a bunch of bursonas i technically made!! hope you all enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of death (klepto!wilbur), goth!wilma with a fem!reader, other than that fluff fluff fluff !!

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

Klepto!Wilbur:

this man doesn’t even know what the holiday is. he’s been dealing with death for so long, the poor guy never realized you celebrated love!

the first time he realized it was a thing was when he found you upset about it, crying saying you were never gonna receive flowers or candy again, because well, you had died—!

he got to work immediately. he bought you roses, holding back the urge to make them black of course. got you your favorite candy after questioning you, and set up a small picnic spot in the woods.

sure, it was a bit scary, but that’s all he really knows

he even got a raven to befriend you and follow you around everywhere, claiming it was protection

“wilbur.. there’s a crow on my head.” you awkwardly pointed up towards the black bird, furrowing your brows at him. “my love, that’s a raven. and it’s for protection! you can never be too careful in the afterlife.” he smile lightly, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

now, if you had gotten him things? he would lose it

you’d never seen him cry, but this definitely would make him bawl..

just knowing that someone truly loves him for who he is, even with what he does for a living, he can’t help it!

at the end of the day he’ll be happy whether it’s him getting you things, or you getting him things. as long as he gets to spend the day sharing his love for you, he’ll be more than happy

Softball!Wilma:

this damn girl is going ALL out for you

she’ll buy cliche and cringy softball themed valentine’s day gifts, mostly giving you those during the week leading up to valentine’s day

but on THE day?? be prepared ..

you’re getting flowers, candy, teddy bears, baskets, gift cards, everything you can imagine!!

if she’s taking you on a date, she’ll wait to give you everything, taking you back to her house afterwards and telling you to close your eyes before entering her room..

“are we there yet?” you groaned as you nearly stumbled over the stairs again, a hand stretched out as you frantically tried to find a door or wall. “yes, yes.. open your eyes, love.”

you did as you were told, seeing her bed decked out in heart shaped things, red and pink, balloons, stuffed animals, candy and such. your jaw dropped, slowly turning to look at her.

“you’re joking..” you spoke quietly, watching her chuckle and shake her head, before wrapping her arms around you and kissed you softly. “i’m not. i love you, and you deserve it.”

now, if you got her stuff? she’s not expecting it!

she’s only ever gotten those yearly stuffed animals from her mom, that always end up tucked away in a bin under her bed or in her closet..

but if you got her like a basket with gift cards, some stuff she can use during games like eyeblack or maybe heart pattern bat grip, she’s losing it!

you’re being tackled with a hug, attacked with kisses and thank yous, she won’t shut up about how much she loved and appreciates you

and for a date? you guys are going to apple bee’s, there’s no denying it. she’s a softball girl, apple bee’s is their holy grail

Baseball!Wilbur:

so if we go based on the series accurate lore- he’s the one buying things in hopes you finally go out with him

it’ll start at a practice, he’ll bring you a small bag with a note, candy, bracelet or necklace, and a small teddy bear <3

the note will be all romantic, with a heart drawn at the end

dear y/n,

you know i’ve been head over heels for you for.. months now. you’ve been on my mind 24/7 ever since i first set eyes on you. i know you don’t like me and don’t show signs of it, but i still wanted to treat you today :)

love, wilbur <3

of course he watched you as you read the letter, and seeing you smile has his heart racing

he approached you after the practice, blurting out how pretty you are, asking if you wanted to go out with him, to which you had to shut him up with a kiss <3

safe to say he had a valentine !!

Goth!Wilma:

okay, she’s goth, she doesn’t love the color pink and all the bright hearts everywhere

but for her girlfriend? she’ll spend her money on some colors for once <3

it’ll start with something small like a brown stuffed bear holding a bright pink heart, and when she saw your face light up she knew she had to do it again

she started bringing you more heart shaped and pink gifts, little notes about how much she loved you, and even gave in to wearing some colors when she took you on a date !!

“do i have to wear the pink shirt?” she sighed as she stared at it in your bedroom mirror, pulling the ends down a bit. “for me? we’re matching, it’s cute!” you smiled widely, walking close and wrapped your arms around her, placing a few kisses on her cheek. “fine.. just this once. only ‘cause i love you, doll.”

she did feel a little embarrassed out in public wearing the shirt, but with your bubbly smile she decided to forget about all the stares

she’d take you to either an ice cream place or a cafe, spoiling you with whatever you wanted, as long as you paid her back in kisses <3

and that night would be spent cuddling the stuffed animals she got you, with her wrapped around you like a koala

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #klepto!wilbur #softball!wilma #goth!wilma #baseball!wilbur #wilbur soot hcs #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilma soot fluff #wilma soot hcs #wilma soot headcanons #wilma soot #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot x you #wilma soot x y/n

[lillylvjy]

So ride with me tonight.

notes; hello hello! Another softball Wilma fic! I feel like this is the one time I’m just like being consistent with posting and I’m happy about it so! I have more coming! Enjoy!

Warning; reader has a bunch of religious trauma but it’s barely mentioned, reader has a sibling that is barely mentioned, we love Diane and Mark, readers mom is kinda an asshole who’s name is Kathy, so much fluff between reader and Wilma, Wil is the third wheel, reader in dress, kissing, Wilma and reader teasing wil, if I missed anything please tell me!

who; softball!wilma x female!reader (sorry! I fed into my delusions)

edited; nope!

wc; 1.4k

au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

You saw her once you walked in. Your family always sat close together, usually behind them, considering her mom was really close to yours. But today was different.

You guys decided to sit with them.

Wilma smiled as you followed your family to where the Gold’s were sitting, standing up so your parents and siblings could scoot down to her parents and sat back down once you were the last one to pass. Wil gave you a smile as you sat down next to her, pinky automatically linking with yours.

Turning your head, her smile igniting your own, as you fully slipped your hand into hers. Your mom once asked you why you always held hands with Wilma, getting suspicious on why you both were so close.

“Mom. We grew up with each other, we’re best friends, can’t friends hold hands? Diane said you guys used to all the time…”

“Touché”

After that she didn’t say anything but you knew she had some suspicions, you just had to steer her away from them. You hated lying to her but if it was the only way to protect yourself and your relationship with Wilma, you’d take what you can get.

“Good morning love.” Wilma whispered to you as you grabbed the book and flipped to the page the first song was on.

“Good morning.” You said softly as the organ started playing and everyone stood.

The whole time Wilma was either shoulder to shoulder with you while you stood, or she was holding your hand while you sat. She just wanted you close, as you did her.

After church was over, your family stayed back until all the rush to get out and go to brunch was over as you all walked outside.

“Hey, darling. Wanna hang out? Get lunch, go shopping, anything before I have my game this evening? Don’t ask why it’s in a Sunday, i’d really like to know as well…”

“Can I come with?!” Wil asked as he over heard Wilma’s ask.

You laughed as Wilma scoffed and agreed to dragging him along. You looked at your mom, who was currently laughing at something Diane said. You wanted to go, you really did, but was it worth the lie?

One glance at Wilm was all you needed to determine your decision.

“Ok, give me a minute and see what mother says…” Wilma and Wil both laughed at the name as you walked over to the adults. You rubbed your hands on your dress as your anxiety started rise up. You didn’t like the thought of your mom asking you so many questions to the point you’d break and reveal everything. You didn’t want her to find out and ruin this. It was the best thing you had so far. “Hey mom? Dad? Can I go out with Wilma and Wil? They want to hang out before Wilma’s game. And can I also go to that as well?” You asked hesitantly, playing with your hands as your nervousness showed.

Mark and Diane both smiled at you as your mom looked at your dad for an opinion, yet he didn’t have one, shrugging and pointing at your mom. She sighed and looked at you, “What will you be doing? Better be nothing bad, especially since it’s Sunday and you should be at home reading the Bible with us-“

“Hey, Kathy. She’ll be ok, I promise. I bet they’re only going out to breakfast and coming back to our house! I’ll bring her home after the game safely. I promise.”

“Also what would it hurt for her to miss just one Sunday of reading the Bible…” Mark finished off as he wrapped his arm around Diane and smiled at you. You smiled back at both of them with so much thanks and love for them. They were more of parents to you the your actual parents were.

Your mom sighed as she nodded. “Ok fine, yes! Be safe, and Wilma! Don’t kill my daughter!”

“Won’t even think about it!” Wilma yelled back as she smiled at you. “You comin’?” Wilma yelled at you as she tossed her keys in her hand while Wilbur ran to the truck.

Your smile was as wide as ever as you hugged your mom and your second parents, thanking all of them as you ran over to Wilma, you grabbing her hand and pulling her with you.

“Don’t you think it’s slightly weird how they always hold hands?” You heard your mom ask.

“Kathy, we used to do that all the time, plus they’re practically family.”

Family. The word was deeper than your mom could realize. Mark always told you how Wilma seemed lighter and more involved with things besides softball ever since you both became close and started dating. Diane also said how happy Wilma looked too, more than she’s seen in a long while. She always wanted you to her part of her family, whether that was marrying one of her kids or her adopting you, she would take anything. And she certainly got something. Wilbur also made fun of you two, always saying how gross you guys are, but he silently appreciated the relationship. Seeing his sister and best friend happy was more than enough.

“Baby? You ok? I lost you for a second.” Wilma pulls you to her gently as you slow down and look up at her.

“I’m good, but the sound of me being part of the family has a nice tone to it…”

Wilma slowly smiled as she scoffed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into her chest as she walked. “So you do want to get married?”

“Who said anything about marriage….” Wilma looked down at you with wide eyes and anxiety lacing her pupils. “I’m joking, yes of course I do!”

“Thank fuck… my plans would be ruined….”

“What?! Plans? WILMA-“ Wilma pulled away as she started sprinting to the car, you close behind, silently thanking yourself for wearing sneakers with your dress this morning.

Meeting her by the drivers seat, both of you panting as Wilma looked down at you with fond eyes. “Have I told you how pretty you look today, especially in that dress?”

“Thank you my love, but we’re not done with that conversation-“

“Yes ma’am!” Wilma said as she held up her hands defensively as you pointed at her. Both of you laughed as she opened the driver side door, to find Wilbur in the middle seat on his phone. “Hey! Idiot! Scoot over, that seats for her.”

“Pleaseeeee I love the middle seat!”

“No! Now scoot, unless you want me and y/n to hold hands across you and-“

“Ok! Ok fine! There… happy?” Wil asked as he patted the seat for you resting his arm on the head of the seats. Wilma’s truck was an older one, where there was only one row of seats and that was the three in the front, all connected. But you all cherished and loved the old rusty thing a lot.

“Very.” You said as you climbed in, Wilma standing behind you, blocking anyone’s eyes to from seeing anything and to also get in the car herself.

Getting settled in, Wilma took the aux out of Wil’s hands and gave it to you. “She’s the guest, she picks the music.”

“Baby you forget we all share a driving playlist..” you said as you pressed play on the shared playlist, Oklahoma Smokeshow by Zach Bryan coming through the speakers.

Wilma smiled at you as she placed her right hand above your knee, your hand coming and connecting with hers. “I know but I want my girl to pick the music she wants too.”

“And this is the perfect music for me.” You smiled back at her as she leaned down and kissed you gently, both of your smiles interfering as you did. Your free hand reached up and cupped her cheek, rubbing the bone that sat so prominently on her face. You both stayed put, lips not touching but close enough to look like they were, and smiles as bright as the sun.

“…. Did you forget about me?”

“Wilbur I swear to god!” Wilma groaned as her brother as she pulled away and looked at him with anger filled eyes.

Laughing, you rubbed her cheek once more before letting go of her face and squeezing her right hand in yours. “Ok, let’s get some food yeah? I’m starving. Plus he just has to be grateful it didn’t get any worse-“

“Ok! Breakfast yeah? Where are we thinking?! Cracker Barrel, Bob Evan’s-“

You weren’t paying attention to the male as the song continued to play and ring out as the ending played and Wilma’s singing filled your thoughts.

taglist; @mysticalsoot @phxntomsdusk @ivvees-blog (wanna be added? Send an ask or dm!)

#lilly writes #softball! Wilma x reader #softball wilma x reader #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot #wilma x reader #x reader #softball!wilma #um- #religious trauma #idk what else to taggggg #fluff

[saccharinesunsetretired]

Masterlist

Simpbur

Wilbur Soot's Guide to Side Hustles - camboy!sub!simpbur x camgirl!dom!reader, smut, some hurt/comfort and angst, series (IN PROGRESS)

Part One Summary: Wilbur has had a long line of obsessions in his time. In a desperate attempt to get the attention he craves, he starts making content online. When he encounters you at a party full of other creators...well, he's never been good at staying away from things that draw him in, and you may very well be his undoing.

L'Manbur

Stress Relief - Smut, gender-neutral AFAB reader

Summary: You once told Wilbur that he was welcome to use you while you were asleep. After a particularly stressful day as president, he decides to take advantage.

Revivebur

Yours, Anyway - Slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Summary: Wilbur gets lost in a snowstorm after the destruction of the burger van. With frostbite, exhaustion, and desperation setting in, he ends up on your doorstep despite believing that you despise him. After all, what other choice does he have?

Ask Responses:

Taking Care of Revivebur - Headcanons, gender neutral

Reuniting With Revivebur - Headcanons, gender neutral

Wolfbur

(based on @drop-of-void's Wolfbur AU)

First Time for Everything - Smut, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: Neither you nor Wilbur realized that he could, in fact, knot you despite him not being in rut. It turns out to be a pleasant discovery.

Cowboy!Wilbur

(based on @abbs-writes-nsfw’s cowboy AU)

Forever & Always - Smut, slight hurt/comfort, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: Wilbur finally makes it to the state championship in barrel racing, although he seems off afterward. Thankfully, you always know how to cheer him up.

Wilma

(based on the Sorry Boys' "We Became Painters" video)

Dating Headcanons - MTF Wilma, fluff

Gothbur

(based on @abbs-writes-nsfw's Gothbur AU)

Safe With Me - Slight smut, mostly hurt/comfort, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: An attempt to lose your virginity to your boyfriend doesn't quite go as planned. Of course, he's a sweetheart about it.

#saccharine rambles #saccharine writes #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut

[mysticalsoot]

an angel to you

my wilma debut and a happy birthday to my sister, lillylvjy!!

➸ note; i am making this post literally the day before and i am so excited so if this is posted on the 30th instead of the 31st then know lillys birthday is the 31st of october and i just got too excited

➸ pairing; witch!wilma soot x gn!reader

➸ summary; you and wilma live outside of a small town and on an off day decide to have a sleepy day in

➸ warning; fluff, fluff, fluff. maybe implied age gap? dont remember. a gay guy writing for a woman is enough of a warning i think.

➸ age-rating; 14+

➸ wordcount; 1.1k

main masterlist

the city may have been nice for a while, nice and busy and bustling, with plenty to do and see--yet there was something serene about a cottage in the woods by a small town with less than 8k occupants. it was always quiet, and cozy and the weather was stunning. how the snow fell and weighed on the leaves during the winter, or how the rain pattered on the roof, echoing through the house.

but your favorite part about it all, was wilma. she was like a moon to you, lighting your path in the dark without an overwhelming brightness. she was balance, you thought. the mid ground between mysterious and bubbly. a beautiful artist as well and maybe an even better witch.

she was greatly talented in everything she did, she could bake anything and everything, come up with any spell and perform it flawlessly and each of her paintings were better than any masterpiece that may have been deemed the 'best' throughout history. she was wonderful.

when you met her, you didn't actually intend on meeting her. in fact, you stumbled upon both the neighboring town and her cottage completely on accident. the same happened with your brother and his meeting with wilma's brother, you still wonder if both wilma and wilbur intended for you both to meet, but you never worried too much about it.

you and your brother aidan had left your home in the city to sort of travel in the more rural areas of the country, mostly searching for your ancestry. wherever your magic had come from since neither of your parents knew. they theorized it might've been your mother's side, but no one spoke of it so it wasn't clear. plus, wasn't it time to go on your own? at least in a way, you and aidan were inseparable, so leaving home was always done together.

you never found a very sound answer on your family's history with magic, although you're still searching. through your time living with wilma, you've found ways to harness your powers and control them much better. she teaches you everything she knows, and she's a wonderful teacher at that.

it's one of the colder days of the season, around mid october and most of the leaves have already fallen from the trees, laying on the ground and any surface they touch. on the porch, and the stairs, the roof and the old car that wilma still has (it's older than you both).

she had left early in the morning to go into town, you weren't fully conscious, at least enough to make out what she said but all you could gather is she had some errands to run. she kissed your forehead and left moments later, leaving you to sleep the morning away.

you were still waking up when you heard the door click open, smiling to yourself you hopped up out of bed and venturing to the living areas.

"hey, baby," wilma smiles back, a soft chuckle at your disheveled state slipping past her lips, "sleep well?"

you hum, rubbing your eyes before glancing at the paper grocery bags she holds in her hands.

"what do you have there, wilm?" you patter over to her, standing in the doorway of the kitchen as you watch her unpack. mostly herbs and spices, and some other random witchy things. new incense and candles.

"did you forget your lessons, love?" she muses, organizing everything in the cabinet she holds all of her materials.

"sorta," you hum, shrugging as you wrap your arms around her from behind, resting your face on her back as you sigh out.

"don't worry, they're tomorrow. wil's bringing aidan over," you nod softly against her, playing with the hem of her shirt as she pulls away to face you.

"can we just rest today?"

wilma nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before guiding you over to the couch so you can rest while she whips up a quick breakfast. you don't pay too close attention on what she does, glancing over at her every once and a while despite the way your eyes get heavy and begin to droop.

she smiles at you, glancing over at your resting form. you're not quite asleep but you're close enough. she makes quick work in the kitchen, flipping the pancakes and plating them quietly.

"darling, breakfast," she murmurs, placing breakfast on the table as she smiles at you a moment later. you walk over, sitting down beside her as you both begin to eat, "why dont you take a nap after breakfast, mm? we'll put on a movie and you can just rest. how's that sound?" she croons, kissing your temple as she gathers your plates.

"sounds like heaven," you mumble, getting up to follow her, helping her clean up the dishes before you both get settled on the couch. she clicks on a movie you've both watched a thousand times, letting you lay comfortably over her lap as she pulls out her sketchbook to doodle in while you rest.

you watch as she sketches quietly, a soft smile on her lips as you let your eyes droop closed again, letting sleep take you back. wilma admires you gently, hand rubbing your stomach and fingers tracing over your skin.

she lets you rest, pulling you to lay on top of her as she falls asleep with you. you subconsciously wrap your arms around her waist in your unconscious state, which earns and a smile and an awe from her.

you both enjoyed the serenity and peace of these moments, the time that you both could drown out the world with simple moments shared privately between you both.

you weren't sure how much time had passed once you began to stir, slowly waking up. you smile the moment you feel wilma's chest rise and fall below you, her still hands tangled into your hair where she must've been playing with it. you sit yourself up, curling your legs up against your chest as you silently admire her. the way her hair is sprawled around her face, or how her lips make a soft 'o' shape as she snores. you hum to yourself, before your eyes glance over at her sketchbook, open and facing up.

you take it into your hands, admiring the drawing she must've drawn while you slept. her love for you always amazed you, since you never could quite grasp someone loving you so wholly and in such a deep manner as wilma did. you were her muse in most everything she did and she absolutely adored you. she was devoted to you almost as much as you were her. you loved every second of it.

and in this moment, with her asleep beside you and a physical example of her love and devotion, you felt you might as well be in heaven, and be as loved as you could ever be.

you think wilma is your own angel, and that's the truth, anyone can see.

taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @willgoldszn @whos-nicooo @zebonos @charlieisverybored

#lilly♡ !! #wilma soot #wilma soot x reader #wilma soot x gn!reader #wilma #wilma x reader #wilma x gn!reader #sorry boys

[wilmaslittleflower]

snuggles and snow.

notes; hello! First agere fic on here, who’s excited?? I’m working on more but I really enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

warnings; reader thinking wilms mad at them, reader has a brother, use of darling, pretty, baby, ect. think that’s it but if I missed anything, please tell me.

edited; yes.

wc; 1.8k

who; Wilma soot x reader (cg!wilm and little! reader)

“Mama! wook!” you exclaimed to the barely conscious women in the bed next to you as you shoot out of the bed. Running up to the window, pulling open the curtains and squealing in excitement at the white fluff on the ground. Wilma groaned at the added light in the early morning.

“Baby, please close them?” she asks as she placed a pillow over her head.

“buht mama, wou din wook!” You whined as you went back to the bed and tried to pat at the pillow, signaling to her to take it away. “pease wook.” You said as she took the pillow off her face to see you with a slight pout adorning your features.

Wilma took a moment to look at you. She loved you so much. Big or little. Tired or hyper. Sad or happy. She would always love you, no matter what.

Placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing, she smiles at you and nods. “You’re right hun, I’m sorry. Show me what’s going on,” she said as she sat up from her lying position, quickly being dragged by you over to the window. Her eyes widening as she looked at how much there was of-

“Snow!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down. You quickly let go of Wilma’s hand to press your face up against the glass, giggling at the cold touch of the object. “tan we go ouwsid?” You asks as you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a small pout, trying to make your ask possible.

Wilma smiled down at you as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. “Maybe, depends on how cold it is.” And how high the snow is. She’d have to talk to Wil about that and how to get out of here if needed. The snow kept falling and nothing was going to help the driveway from being clear. “Let’s go downstairs and see if Aidan and Wil are awake yeah? If so we can talk to them about it, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as you squirmed out of her embrace and ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open and getting ready to run down the hall and steps, to be stopped by Wilma picking you up and carrying down stairs. “Mommy!” You whined as you hide your face in her neck.

“Baby the last time you did that, you ended up falling down the stairs and hurting yourself. No more ok? We don’t run down steps. Especially in fuzzy socks.” She told you as you nodded into her neck, now suddenly embarrassed at the memory and anxious she was mad.

As she walked down to the living room, the house was eerily quiet which meant they were the only ones awake for the time being. Wilma took you over to the couch and gently sat down with you on her lap.

“Hey, pretty darling, can I see you?” She asked as you snuggled deeper into her neck. “Please, just for a little? Then I can make some breakfast while you watch some tv with your stuffies yeah?” You slowly lifted your head as you looked up at her with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth. “There’s my pretty baby. I’m not mad ok? I’m just cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt again. I love you.” Wilma said as she kisses your cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, anywhere she could as she held you closer and tighter to her. She poured as much love and affection as she could to each kiss and hug she could, not wanting you to feel like this anymore than you had you.

“I wuv wou too mama. Won do iht again. pwomise!” You told her as you looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back as she held out her pinky, raising a brow at you. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled as you excitedly linked pinkies with her. “Pinky!” Wilma quickly grabbed you , pulled you into her lap and tickled you.

“Ahaha! Mama nooo!” You squirmed as you laughed and squealed as her fingers lightly dug into your sides and tickled.

After some time, Wilma let you go and smiled back at you. “I’m going to start breakfast as we wait for Aidan and Wil ok? Wanna stay here and watch shows or come with me?”

“Ummmm…. tan I say hewe n cowow?” You asked as you played with the blanket that was on the couch.

Wilma nodded as she got up, going over to the bin that was placed by the tv and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. “Yes you may, darling. What would you want to watch?”

You furrowed your eyes as you thought, yet Wilma knew it was going to be the same answer every time.

“Tangled!” Wilma laughed as you exclaimed with a giggle. She quickly put the movie on as you started coloring, leaving you to your own devices as she went to the kitchen and got started on some pancakes.

Not long after, Wilma heard soft groaning and hushed whispers as she turned around and say Wil carrying a sleepy Aidan into the room.

“They’re in the living room watching tangled if you want to go in there bubs.” Wilma spoke to the boy in her brothers arms, softly smiling as he nodded and nuzzled back into Wil’s neck.

After placing him down on the couch and leaving the two little ones in eye sight, Wil quickly grabbed two sippy’s and filled them.

“Rough night? Or is it too early?” Wilma asked with a small smile as Wil screwed the lids on and placed the juice back in the fridge.

“Couldn’t fall asleep last night sadly, but he’ll be ok. He can take a nap while he waits for breakfast.” Wil said as he walks to the living room again, giving the two their sippy’s and making sure Aidan was ok with where he was.

Wilma smiled at the interaction as she buttered the pancakes and whisked some eggs, knowing that Wil would definitely eat them and whoever else wanted them.

“So, have you seen outside?” Wil asked quietly, making sure not to alarms the two in the other room.

“Yeah, think we’ll be going anywhere today?” Wilma asked as she side eyed him with a curious glance.

Wil scoffed as he shook his head and got to hand made mugs out, one made by you for Wilm and one made by Aidan for Wil thanks to Wilma’s help, and poured some coffee into both. “Absolutely not! I’m not shoveling that drive way and I know you won’t either. Plus the roads are probably impossible to drive through, so I think it’s a stay in and stay warm type day.” He finished as he put cream and sugar into both mugs, the way they both liked it, and gave it to his other half.

“Yeah, kind of happy about it. I get to relax and watch over you three-“

“Haha, so funny.” Wil said sarcastically as he moved over to grab plates and utensils for the food.

“No but seriously though, no work and stuck inside, bingo!” Wilma said as she brought he mug up to her mouth.

“Yeah you say that until those two want to go out in that and have fun and we can’t say no.” Wil said as he looked at the two watching the tv and paying no mind to the siblings.

“I mean we could say no-“

“But we won’t, they need this. You know that juts as much as I do.” Wil said truthfully to the other.

“We need it to.” Wilma said as a response, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. They both had a rough childhood as well growing up, but they both needed to take care of someone, to prove that they were more than their parents. And they luckily got the best people to help and look after, as well as the little ones helping them.

Wilma got knocked out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her pant leg, looking down and smiling at you as she leant down to pick you up. Setting you on the counter in front of her, she tucked falling hair behind your ears, making room to see your pretty face.

“What’s wrong love?” Wilma asked softly as she rubbed your hands softly. Even with her rough hands you still loved when she did.

“tan we pway ouwsid n da snow?” You whispered to her, afraid she’d be mad at you for asking again.

Wilma sighed softly as she looked at Wil, who shrugged and gave her the “that’s up to you, I’m fine with it” look. She looked at the floor quickly, trying to make up her mind.

She wanted you to have fun outside but she also didn’t want you sick. But she could prevent that with layers and hot cocoa afterwards.

“Ok, yes you guys can but! after breakfast.” Wilma quickly added as she saw your eyes widen and Aidan pop up from the couch and come running over.

“tan i go toos?” Aidan asked Wil, voice hush but full of energy.

“Yes you may, darling. But like mama said, after breakfast.” Wilbur said to the boy as he quickly nodded and silently asked Wil to pick him up.

“Tan we eats now den? Wan go n pway!” You asked excitedly, squirming on the counter and in Wilm’s arms.

Wilma laughed as she quickly nodded, picking you up and sitting you down at the table. “If you stay here patiently and not rush to eat your food, then yes. And you have to wait for everyone. Ok?” Wilma said as she caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“Otay mama!” You said with a smile as Wil sat Aidan down beside you and told him the same while he helped Wilma dish plates up.

Wil quickly helped his twin as she started plating the fluffy pancakes down as he put some of the bacon on plated who favored it. “This’ll be fun.” He quietly added as he looked over at the two littles, talking to each other about something.

“That’s a given. Maybe we should join?” Wilma smiled softly at the two as she picked up your and her plates and set them down at the table.

“Um, yeah!” Wil said enthusiastically as he did the same for him and Aidan, quickly grabbing both of your sippy’s over and placing hem down in front of you both. The two thanking him in their own ways as Wilm cut up both your and Aidan’s food.

This will be fun.

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Goth!Wilma headcanons - fem!reader

note; yes, goth!wilma is a lesbian through and through. i can’t see her with a man + some goth!softball wilma hcs

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GOTH!WILMA - who constantly finds herself falling for girls who are nothing like her. always wearing bright pinks or blues, pastels, constantly wearing a smile on their faces

GOTH!WILMA - who uses nicknames based on her favorite things; “my lovely rose” , “my cute little bat” , etc !!

GOTH!WILMA - who compares her girlfriend to her favorite things; roses, bats, crows & ravens, the rain

GOTH!WILMA - who will stare at her girlfriend like she’s the reason the earth orbits the sun, or the reason the stars show up at night

GOTH!WILMA - who met her girlfriend in high school, falling for her always immediately but was too shy to approach her—she was worried she’d scare her off !!

GOTH!WILMA - who occasionally “borrows” her girlfriends pink accessories, pairing them with her all black clothing as a way to say “i’m hers, she’s mine”

GOTH!WILMA - who insists her girlfriends keeps at least a few metal/rock hand t-shirts at her house, making up the excuse for when wilma spends the night — in reality she just wants to see her girlfriend wearing her favorite bands

GOTH!WILMA - who constantly sends pictures of white and black animals, bats hugging stuffies, pink and black things, and always captions them “us”

GOTH!WILMA - who is hella nervous to meet her girlfriends parents, wondering how they’ll react to her appearance — she asks for a bit of help to tune it down, ending up looking more emo then trad goth

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who hides the fact she loves country music when she first meets her girlfriend, until she accidentally puts on her mixed playlist and panics — but thankfully her girlfriend knew all the words <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who insists on her team’s jersey colors being black or red, sometimes bribing the coaches to listen to her

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who steals her friends eyeblack and ends up getting carried away, earning a small scolding from her girlfriend before going out on the field

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who will have her girlfriend wear her jewelry while she plays, though gets distracted at the sight of her lovely girl wearing her things

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who sometimes scares the other team with her appearance when she first shows up to the field, decked out in her jewelry until she hands her girlfriend all the chunky necklaces and bracelets

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who immediately puts changes into a more comfortable outfit after a game, making sure to get her jewelry back so her girlfriend doesn’t grow uncomfortable from it all <3

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who gets so happy when her girlfriend can drive home with her after a game (only happens when her mom/the coach allows it-)

GOTH!SOFTBALL WILMA - who scrolls through all the pictures her girlfriend took of her, picking out which ones look best so she can get them printed and put in a photo album !!

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Softball!Wilma hc’s

while I struggle to start the fic.. have these.

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Softball!Wilma who hated when you started to show up. How the couch would listen to you more than her, how you became the favorite. Until she realized you were the coaches kid

Softball!Wilma who would throw random insults your direction when she was frustrated during a game

Softball!Wilma who found herself paying more attention to you then the other team

Softball!Wilma who struck out for the first time in the season because she couldn’t get her mind off of you

Softball!Wilma who insisted to the couch you stop showing up because you’re a distraction

Softball!Wilma who finally came to terms with her feelings and asked you out by writing it on a ball, sneaking it into your bag before you left

You rummaged through your beg, seeing the bright yellow ball sat there. It confused you, you hadn’t packed that. You grabbed it out, seeing the neat handwriting with a date and time.. and her name. On the back was a small note:

“I know I’ve been mean to you buts it’s because you distracted me. Your beauty distracted me. Date? Please?”

Softball!Wilma who started getting excited when you showed up to practices and games

Softball!Wilma who began to talk to you when she was on bench

Softball!Wilma who stole glances at you when she was in the field

Softball!Wilma who requests help with her eye black before a game, insisting you do it best, but really just what’s to be close to you

Softball!Wilma who winks at you before she pitches her third and final strike, saying she could only do it because you were watching

Softball!Wilma who steals kisses from you before she goes to bat, insisting it helps her

“Wilma! You’re gonna miss your turn, go!” You couldn’t help but giggle as she kept kissing your face, her hands firmly planted on your sides. “Just one more.. I need good luck. You’re my lucky charm.”

Softball!Wilma who let you draw hearts on the grip of her bat and globe, so she can always think of you when she’s playing

Softball!Wilma who drags you to the gas station after a game, making up for lost time by getting you your favorite snacks

You watched as she scanned through the small rows of candy and snacks, a small pile forming in her hand of the things you both liked. “Wilm, you don’t have to, save your money-” She quickly shut you up with a soft kiss, some of the eye black from her face getting onto you. “I didn’t get to see you for nearly 4 hours, please.. it’s my treat, love.”

Softball!Wilma who tries to take you to each of her travel games, no matter how are they are. She’ll beg your parents if she has to

Softball!Wilma who shows up to your house after a rough practice or game, just wanting attention from her love

The sudden knock on your bedroom door threw you off, watching it creak open to reveal an upset looking Wilma. “Hey, Wilm. What’s wrong?” You gestured for her to come closer, which resulted in her plopping atop of you.

A few minutes later she was explaining how she had a rough game, the other team was constantly saying things, and it just got under her skin. Thankfully.. she had you.

“I love you, don’t listen to them. Okay?” You kissed her head softly, seeing as she looked up at you and kissed your jaw. “Okay.. I love you too.”

Softball!Wilma who constantly paints the fields she plays at, and uses the colors of the other teams jerseys for her signature

Softball!Wilma who gives you her old jerseys to wear when she switches teams during a new season / year

Softball!Wilma who has you help name the team during their first practice

Softball!Wilma who sends you constant selfies and pictures from her away games, mostly ones she can’t bring you too

Softball!Wilma who accidentally gets dirt on your clothes as she tries to kiss you after her games

Softball!Wilma who’s nickname for you is “my lucky charm”

You stood on the dugout, cheering loudly as Wilma made yet another home run. She almost immediately rushed to your side as she ran past the plate, scooping you up in her arms and kissing you passionately.

“I couldn’t have done it without, my lucky charm.” She spoke softly, kissing you on the forehead before finally putting you down.

Softball!Wilma who calls you whenever she gets the chance during her away games

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Pictures Softball!Wilma would take

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context under the cut;

1: wilma took this picture at a new field she never been to before. she wanted to show you, and luckily, she ended up winning the game there! she was extremely happy <3

2: a picture she captured of her and wil practicing together. the two of them were taking turns with pitching and hitting, and she wanted to show you how she was improving

3: she took this while on the bus for travel. she had been texting you constantly since you couldn’t be there, and as night rolled around she couldn’t help but think of you as she admired the beauty outside

4: another new field! she thought it looked really pretty with the sky in the background, and ended up painting it later :)

5: a picture from one of wil’s games, one she had begged you to go to, and decided to show you what it was like before you got there

6: a picture from her usual field! she had been missing you that day, since you were sick and couldn’t show up. she decided to show you how she helped clean up the field afterwards, wanting you to he proud of you <3

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It’s rainy here-

Softball!wilma and you having a argument in the rain-

Notebook vibes… it’s a need.

Rainy - Softball!Wilma x Gn!Reader

note: it’s also rainy where i am!! and this gave me motivation to write smth so thank you lilly<3

summary: the ask!! + adding a lil more angst

warnings: swearing, arguing, angst, mention of a breakup, comfort/fluff at the end

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog (ask to be added!)

word count: 442

You had visited Wilma today to have dinner with her and her family, but during it she didn’t even acknowledge the fact you two were dating. If they had asked she brushed it off and acted like you two were only friends, it made you feel like she was ashamed to be with you.

Afterwards you had rushed out of her house, to which she followed behind quickly and stopped you.

“Hey, hey, wait—“ She was cut off at the feeling of rain pouring down on her when she stepped off her porch, shivering slightly as she watched you turn around.

“What the hell was that? You acted like we aren’t together. Anytime your parents asked you just.. you brushed it off like I mean nothing to you.” You narrowed your eyes at her, a frown set on your lips.

“Love, please. It’s nothing like that.” She walked closer to you, her hands on your forearms. “Yeah? Because it really seems that way. If you don’t like me, just say it.”

She furrowed her brows, shaking her head at you. “I do! You seriously can’t think I don’t.” She sighed and moved her hands away from you, brushing the hair out of her face. “Then act like it, Wilma—! You say you do but you act like you don’t even care about me.”

By now you had started crying, but she couldn’t see because of the rain covering both of your faces.

“I do care! Why can’t you see that? Just because I don’t tell my family I’m with you; doesn’t mean I don’t care.” Her tone was much more frustrated, all she wanted was for you to believe her.

“If you can’t tell your family, maybe we should just break up. It would make everything a lot easier for you, wouldn’t it?” Her face had dropped at your words, tears escaping her eyes as she shook her head and moved closer. “No, please. I wanna be with you.”

She grabbed ahold of your shoulders, her face only a few inches from your own. She knew there was little she could do to convince you she truly cared, until a thought popped in her head.

“I love you. I am so fucking in love with you, and I can’t see myself without you. Please, don’t leave. I’m just scared of what they’ll say, I promise. They’re just—“ She was cut off by your lips on hers, her hands falling down to your side to pull you closer.

You stayed like this for a moment or two, pulling away and looking up at her with a soft expression. “I love you too, Wilma.”

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Softball Wilma

highschool and soulmate au

Best friend sibling

You can interpret-

Highschool sweethearts - Softball!Wilma

summary: wil always promised he’d help you find your soulmate, however she was a lot closer than you thought.

warnings: swearing, Wilma being close to another person, jealousy of course, kissing and lovey stuff, mention of eating pp in a joking way

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset , @lillylvjy , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe (ask to be added!)

word count: 2.6k

Ever since you could remember you had been friends with Wilbur. The two of you grew up together from diapers, your dads were best friends in high school, and of course that made you two the closest friends in high school. You were even voted the best bromance one year!

Though, the one thing you guys never spoke about, was your crushes. Mostly because your crush? His own sister, Wilma. You found it fascinating how she was so talented, playing softball and being a full time painter at home. And the cherry on top? She was absolutely beautiful.

You always found yourself admiring her for the littlest things, but only when Wilbur wasn’t around. You wouldn’t be caught dead with him knowing you fell for her. It was the number one rule with any friendship; siblings are off limits.

It broke your heart when you’d see her talk about other people, knowing she didn’t feel the same towards you. You anonymously left her letters in her locker, complimenting her work and softball wins. When staying at dinner at their place, you’d hear her discuss the newest letter, smiling to yourself about it.

You loved that you were always on her mind, even without her knowing. Your letters would soon be returned, her leaving them at her locker for you, before slipping your own inside. Her letters simply expressed her gratitude, wanting to know who you were. If you saw her or her friends waiting in the hallway, you’d go during class, using the excuse of having to use the bathroom.

Wilbur never caught on to your behavior thankfully. He always teased you though about the fact he knew you were crushing on someone, begging to know who it was, to which you’d always respond with his own mother. He claimed he wanted to help you find your soulmate, he even helped you with some of the letters without knowing it. He’s string up pickup lines and compliments to tell people, to which you’d write them in your notebook for later.

The letters weren’t the stop of your behavior, you made sure to show up to each practice and game she had (mostly because your mom was her coach). You’d be in the stands, cheering her on as if your life depended on it. She had once gifted you an old jersey of hers, letting you keep it so you could show your pride for her team. She didn’t fully know how much it meant to you, of course she didn’t, you refused to tell her. But the night she gifted it to you, you practically cried tears of joy because of it.

With all of these things piling up on one another, you couldn’t help but fall for her harder. You wanted to confess to her so, so badly. But you knew you couldn’t because of Wilbur, even though he wanted to help you find love.

“Hey, dude, great news.” Wilbur came up beside you, an arm loosely wrapping around your shoulders. “Wilma has an away game tomorrow, meaning you and me can watch a bunch of movies together.” His hand gripped onto your shoulder, raising his brows as he waited for your answer.

“Tempting offer. Where she playing, though?” You stepped away from him to open your locker, putting away your things and grabbing out your phone plus headphones. “Lionville. She hates those guys, so don’t expect peace and quiet when I go to call her up.” He smiled and leaned against the wall next to you. “God, those guys are annoying. Have you seen them at the football games? They always tell us to eat dick.” You rolled your eyes from the utter thought of it, shutting your locker and looked back at him. “You drive here today? I need a ride home.” He nodded at your words, grabbing ahold of your hood and began to drag you along behind him.

It was always like this with you too, he practically manhandled you at any given chance. And not in a cute couple way, more of a big brother being an asshole way. He treated you as more of a sibling than he did Wilma. Speaking of her, you two walked past her. Your gaze getting stuck on her, admiring her beauty. Even if she has messy hair and baggy clothes, she was still the most gorgeous girl you had ever seen. You felt a sharp tug on your hood, choking slightly as you quickly move your feet and walked next to Wilbur. “Asshole.” You rubbed your throat at the sensation, swatting his hand away from your hood.

“Who were you staring at? You and those dumbass heart eyes again.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your shoulder and ran his thumb over the material of your hoodie. “Nobody, and stop rubbing me, you know I don’t like it.” You elbowed his side, before rushing forward and opening the front door for him, bowing dramatically. “Well, first of all, thank you kind sir. Secondly, you only don’t like it because it’s me.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you along, making you stumble down the steps as you both approached his car.

“Gotta wait for Wilma, by the way. I’m taking her home before she packs her shit and leaves.” He gestured for you to get in, throwing his things in the backseat, before getting in and started up the car.

It didn’t necessarily take long for Wilma to show up, sitting in the back seat, right behind you. Her one arm was draped over your seat, brushing her hand against your shoulder as she spoke with Wil. You were a mess from her touch, trying to ignore it as you not-so-secretly turned up the radio. The music had drowned out enough for you to focus on the road in front of you, not until she started to sing along with the lyrics that was.

There was something about her voice, the way her hand would grip your shoulder as she got louder. She seemed so passionate about the music, it was so hard not to fall more madly in love with her. “Earth to Y/N? You’re zoning out. You good there?” Her face was right next to yours now, making you jump back slightly as you quickly nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good. Just tired.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, scratching the back of your neck. “You heard them, Wil. Hurry up and get them home, they need rest!”

You were flustered at her actions, since when did she care so much about you and your well being? You quickly used your sleeve to cover your mouth, pretending to yawn as you concealed a smile. Wilbur let out a dramatic sigh, nodding his head before turning down your street. As he pulled in front of the house, her hand let go of your shoulder, making you slightly sad from the lost contact. “I’ll see you later!” You expected wilbur to be speaking, but he wasn’t. It was Wilma. You shyly nodded and waved, exiting the car. “See you..”

You jogged back towards the front door, opening the door and shut it behind you with a smile. A loud squeal escaped your lips, rushing upstairs like a little kid, practically tackling your pillow out of pure happiness. She cared! She wanted to see you again! After all these years of admiring and praying for her affection— she finally liked you!

Or, you thought she did. Your delusions would end up getting the best of you, and then you’d go and act like she was your girlfriend, and then you’d say she was the love of your life, and you’d ruin it all. That was the last thing you wanted.

Of course, it wasn’t long until you did see them again. Arriving for lunch at their place before Wilma would leave for her game. The three of you sat in the living room, watching as another one of your friends attempted to beat FNAF VR. “Brooke, you’re gonna run into the wall!” Wilma was laughing as she spoke, rushing to stand up and placed her hands on her waist, pulling her back before she bashed her face into the wall. The sight of her hands on Brooke made your stomach churn, biting back a frown.

Wilbur noticed and awkwardly placed an arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you. He leaned down to your ear, a smile tugging at his lips. “Which one is it?” He spoke quietly, and of course, you knew exactly what he meant. You looked at him for a second, running a hand through your hair and discreetly pointed at Wilma. He seemed to nod in approval, removing his arm from you and moved around so there was space between you two.

Wilma sat back down in the new given space, her leg touching yours as she watched Brooke closely. Your gaze was on her the entire time, admiring the way her lips parted as she focused in on the TV screen. Her fingers tracing patterns on her jeans, her hand occasionally twitching and hitting your thigh. Of course, her accident touch didn’t go unnoticed by you or Wilbur. His smile told you that.

There was something with the way she watched Brooke, something that made you envy her. You wanted to be the one she was looking at, holding, smiling at. Why couldn’t it be you? Sure, she had the headset on. But you were right there. Wilbur could tell you were jealous or upset, and spoke up to cut your train of thought. “Anyone in the mood for food?” He stood up and awkwardly removed the headset from Brooke, earning a scowl from her as he placed it in the coffee table. “Sure, just throw some fries in the oven for me.” Wilma stood up along with him, making you frown slightly.

“I’ll have whatever.” You shrugged and shifted in your seat, leaning against the arm rest. You pulled your phone from your pocket, attempting to ignore the knot in your stomach as Brooke followed after Wilma, her arms finding their way around her. You hated that they were so close, but at the same time, they were practically high school sweethearts. They weren’t together, but they sure as hell acted like it.

You didn’t realize you had been staring up Wilma stood in front of you, a skeptical look on her face. “You good? You were staring at Brooke like you wanted to explode her head.” She laughed lightly at her own words, sitting next to you and tried to steal a glance at your phone. “I’m fine. Just watching stupid reels.” You tilting your phone in her direction, showing a video of a small cat falling over. Her pupils instantly dilated, her mouth agape as she got closer, her head touching your shoulder. “It’s so cute—! This is anything but stupid.” She poked your forehead lightly, a smile tugging at her lips before she scrolled down.

The distance between you had you very, very warm. You adjusted how you were sat so the two of you could watch the cat videos you found together, and of course, Wilbur saw this as a perfect opportunity. He walked over and stood behind the couch, his arm wrapping around the two of you. “What are you lovebirds doing?” He raised a brow, a playful smirk on his lips. You instantly glared at him, before your gaze softened as you heard Wilma giggle. “Lovebirds? That’s a new one.” She shrugged and leaned against your shoulder again, continuing to scroll on your phone. You stared at Wilbur with a shocked expression, earning a look of approval from him and a thumbs up, before he disappeared into the kitchen again.

Wilma looked at the time on your phone, a groan escaping her lips as she stood up and stretched. “I gotta head out, game starts in about two hours.” She walked into the kitchen, hugging Brooke and Wilbur while grabbing her bag from the dining table. You awkwardly stood up, making your way towards her to say goodbye. “You’re gonna do great, Wilm. I know it.” You smile lightly, to which she returned. She walked over and pulled you into a hug, and of course you returned it, probably seeming extremely desperate though. She pulled back and patted your shoulder, her gaze softening as it met yours. “I’ll see you all when I get back.” With that she walked past you, but the way she said it was like she only meant it to you.

Brooke soon left after, leaving you and Wilbur to watch random movies in the living room that he found on Netflix. The silence between you was insufferable, before he soon broke it. “She likes you too, you know.” He looked over at you with a small smile, nudging your arm lightly. “You should ask her out. I’m giving you permission.” His words of course took you off guard. For one; she liked you? Two; he was letting you ask her out?

“You’re joking.” He shook his head, a smug smile on his lips as he pulled out his phone, going through some of him and Wilma’s texts. Talking about you. She called you pretty, funny, she wanted you to be hers. “Told you I’d find your soulmate.” He smiled widely, watching you stare in awe as you struggled to think of what to say. “Holy shit.”

You rushed down towards the field, being careful not to trip over any rocks as it was dark out. You could hear cheering from the dugout, looking up to see Wilma walking out with a wide smile. Her eyes found yours, looking a little shocked as she slightly stopped in her tracks. She excused herself from her friend, jogging over to you with a confused expression. “Why are you here? Did you drive an entire hour just to show up? You’re kind of late..” She spoke in a teasing tone, smiling lightly as you quickly shook your head.

“No, no. Let me explain.” You sighed, feeling your nerves sky rocket as you prepared yourself. “Wilma, I’m in love with you. Wilbur always told me he’d help me find my soulmate, I know it’s stupid and cliché, but I really think that’s you. Everything about you has me falling harder each day— I was the one sending you the letters! I wanted to so desperately be noticed by you, I wanted to be the one you held and the one you kissed and said you loved. And I.. I came all the way here to tell you that.” You let out a deep breath, seeing her jaw dropped and her eyes wide. Did you fuck up? You furrowed your brows at her, worrying what she was going to say. But she didn’t say anything.

Her lips were on yours in an instant, her hands holding your sides as she pulled you closer. The utter feeling of euphoria you felt rush through you was insane, your hands grappling her shoulders as you kissed her back. The moment you had been longing for finally came, all thanks to Wilbur encouraging you. You both stayed like that for a good few moments, your face burning up as you watched her pull away. The smile soon returned to her lips, before lowering her voice and whispered to you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that, for so long. And trust me, it’s not stupid. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were my soulmate.” She ended her words with a final kiss, before pulling away frantically at the sound of her coach, your mom, asking what you were doing there. She stepped away and laughed to herself, waving at you as she ran off. “I’ll see you later, love!”

Though later would have to wait a week, since your mom grounded you for being out past your curfew, and she didn’t know how you even got there in the first place. But it was so worth it.

The girl was finally yours.

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Candy hearts - Softball!Wilma

summary: after not knowing how to confess, buying simple candy hearts and a rose becomes the best decision she’s made

warnings: none <3

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

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Wilma wasn’t one huge on romance, but when her school was offering to sell Valentine’s Day letters, flowers and candies for the upcoming holiday. She wanted to make a move on you for weeks now, admiring you from afar in class or during games and practice.

She walked up to the table during lunch, spending a few bucks on a personalized letter, a single rose, and some candy hearts. She knew it was somewhat embarrassing to receive in the middle of class, but it would be worth it.

The two of you had 6th period together, the same period they would start handing out the letters, candies and flowers. Meaning she could watch you for your reaction.

She was eagerly waiting, staring at you for the entire first half of the class, a small smile sitting on her lips as she waited. When a knock on the door disrupted the class, the teacher knew what it was. In came a random kid dressed up as Cupid, looking not-so-happy about even being there.

“Okay.. we have James?” He sighed and handed the single candy to the boy he called, reaching into his bag for the next one. “Alright, Y/N?” His eyes found you, giving you the letter, flower and candies before walking off.

You were confused as to who would give you it, looking around and caught a glimpse of Wilma staring, though she quickly looked away. You opened the letter with a skeptical expression, pursing your lips as you read it.

Sweetheart,

I know we often don’t get along, and your mom definitely wouldn’t approve of her player asking out her kid, but I thought this would be my one chance. I’ve liked you for some time now, probably ever since you cheered for me at the championship game last season.

Just seeing you at the field makes me smile and your laugh is insanely contagious. You always manage to make me blush or bring butterflies to my stomach. You’re perfect in my eyes.

I’m hoping you feel the same, because I’d love to take you out. Maybe a date tonight, at the Apple Bee’s across the street from the fields?

Love, Wilma :)

You could feel your face heating up as you read the letter, smiling to yourself before tearing a page out of your notebook, scribbling down a reply and glancing around the room. You saw her zoning out, quickly tossing the paper at her and turned away.

She instantly snapped out of her trance, seeing the paper from you, smiling widely to herself as she opened it up.

Hey Wilma!

Never thought that you would actually like me.. but I’m not complaining.

You’re really pretty and I love to catch you staring. I always watch you play and literally beg my mom to take me to practices. I do everything I can just to see you.

I’d be honored to go on a date with you!

From, yours truly <3

She covered her mouth from how wide her smile was, looking up at you with a lovesick expression, not being able to contain her excitement.

She was definitely looking forward to tonight.

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“I think I’m in love with you.” - Goth!Wilma

summary: being best friends with wilma, and not knowing how she truly feels, until she finally gets the guts on Valentine’s Day <3

warnings: fem!reader, angsty, slight swearing, fluff/comfort at the end <3

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @vibestillaxxx , @rqvii , @lillylvjy , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @haunted-headset , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

word count: 629

Wilma and you had always been close, there was just one problem. She had fallen in love with you. There was just one problem.. you’re also a girl. She knew it wasn’t normal when she first developed feelings for you; you were out there talking about boys, and she wanted you to talk about her.

She wanted to take you to ice cream parlors and the mall, she wanted to drop you off at home and get a goodnight kiss, she wanted to be able to hold your hand in the hallways of school and not get weird looks.

She never spoke up about her new found feelings, considering she was worried you’d stop being friends with her, think she’s weird, maybe tell everyone. She knew you weren’t that mean, it just scared her.

Each year she would get you a card for Valentine’s Day, but it was always one of those friendly ones you get from your friend group. You’d get her one as well, paired with a lollipop or matching jewelry. At the end of the day though, she knew your eyes were on some boy, and not her.

But this year was different. She was determined to tell you how she felt, maybe even take you out, and be able to call you her girlfriend.

She had set up a basket the day before, filled with your favorite snacks, candy, drink, some gift cards to your favorite stores and a stuffed animal holding a note.

Walking into school had her feeling self conscious, holding this huge basket as she wandered through the halls, eyes on her as she desperately tried to find you.

“Wilma! Looks like someone has a Valentine this year.” Your voice caught her off guard, her eyes meeting yours as a shy smile formed on her lips. She instantly walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulled you close.

You hugged her back and chuckled softly, before pulling back and fixed up her bangs. “So, who’s the lucky person?” You quirked up a brow, a smirk toying at your lips.

“Well, it’s.. it’s you.” Her voice went quiet, looking down at you with a nervous expression. “Listen, Y/N, we need to talk.” She sighed and held up the basket, waiting for you to take it from her. The moment you did, she instantly started speaking again.

“I know we’re just friends, and I know you don’t like girls this way, but God damn it’s so hard seeing you go after guys. I wish I was them.. I want you to smile at me that way, I want you to hold my hand and kiss my cheek, play with my hair and do my makeup, I just— I want you to be mine. I think I’m in love with you.”

Her words left you shocked, your jaw practically on the floor as you watched her tear up. Her gaze fell to the ground, the embarrassment sinking in as she ran a hand through her hair. The longer you stayed quiet, the more she worried about your answer.

“I love you too.”

Those four words were enough to make her heart flutter, looking up with a look of disbelief. “You do?” Her voice was quiet, watching you nod and smile.

She was over the moon! Without a second thought she leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, one of her hands cupping the side of your jaw, not paying any mind to your friends that surrounded you two. The kiss only lasted a few moments, the two of you parting and looking at each other with loving gazes.. until your friend Lauren spoke up.

“I always knew you two were gay for each other! I fucking knew it!”

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Eye on the ball - part 5 - masterlist

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summary: she finally got the guts to say how she truly feels<3

warnings: slight swearing, wilma getting jealousss, her attempting to think bad of you

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset , @lillylvjy , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe (ask to be added!)

word count: 919

The entire weekend was spent with Wilma’s thoughts being plagued by the thought of liking you. Ever since Wil brought it up, it hadn’t left her mind. Surely she didn’t fall for you, right?

There was absolutely no way she fell for the very person she hated. Everything about you pissed her off!

The way the breeze flowed so perfectly through your hair, the sunlight reflecting off your sunglasses, your bright smile when someone complimented you— shit.

Now that she thought of it, she couldn’t truly think of anything bad about you. You were so kind, you were amazing. You were— you’re perfect!

She knew it was a bad idea to tell anyone how she felt, but come on, the person who hated her guts was also the love of her life! She needed to desperately tell someone, anyone, maybe even you.

She had to plan it out, seeing her schedule and when she’d next seek you. This week, on Wednesday to be exact. She would have a game, it was perfect. She could easily hit one final home run, run into the dugout and— and what?

How would she even do this? She had never confessed feeling to anyone before, let alone love. She didn’t wanna ask Wilbur, he’d make it a big deal, even though it was. She couldn’t ask her parents, or the couch. She was stuck.

All she had to do was.. wait.

Well, waiting sucked. Everything about it sucked. She saw how close you and Brooke were becoming, and her jealousy spiked up to the moon. If she tried to speak to you, you’d blow her off. You wanted nothing to do with her. She was hurt to say the least, and without knowing how to properly talk about it, she took it out on the ball.

Each practice swing sent the ball flying, at some point breaking one, and hitting another girl in the leg. Her sudden change in attitude threw you and your mom off, why was she so upset? However when the game actually started, she was so out of it. She barely payed attention on the field, pitching, batting.

“Keep your eye on the ball, Wilma!” Your mom would shout, only for her to strike out or the ball to get caught. It’s like she was playing for the first time. As she sat on the bench with shame, you hesitantly walked over to her, looking down with a sympathetic expression.

“Wilma, what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, seeing her face light up as you stood only a few inches from her. This was her moment, her opportunity. She cleared her throat, about to speak before being cut off by Brooke pulling you away. “What the fuck.” She groaned and leaned her head back against the brick, a hand running over her face.

She was done with Brooke, she was done with not having your attention, she just wanted to tell you. She didn’t know what to do for the rest of the game, her team was already losing because of her, how was she supposed to make it up?

She simply couldn’t.

Or, she thought she couldn’t. But seeing Brooke’s arm around you, gave her some sort of motivation. She would win for you.

Her entire attitude change quickly, her pitches going from weak and slow, to fast and hard. Her hitting making it into the outfield, until the very last inning. She was last up to bat, meaning she had to win the entire game for the team.She stood there nervously, glancing up at you before turning her head to the pitcher.

“Eye on the ball.” She mumbled to herself, readying herself in position, waiting impatiently for the ball to make its way towards her.

The pitch was quick, the ball heading towards the direct center of the batters box—a perfect pitch. She swung quickly, the loud ‘cling’ from her bat as the ball went up and over the field. She rushed to throw the bat towards the dugout, kicking up dirt as she began to run. With you and your mom cheering in the dugout, it only motivated her further, but she didn’t need to worry about getting out.

“Home run!” The umpires works stopped her for a second, raising her brows in surprise before continuing to run the bases. She was over the moon! She had officially won the game for the team.

She rushed back into the dugout, ignoring the cheers from her teammates and walked over to you, pulling you into a very unexpected hug. Her face was buried deep in your shoulder, her arms squeezing around your waist. “I won for you.” She spoke quietly, moving her head back as she looked down at you.

Without warning her lips found yours, one of her hands cupping the side of your face. You didn’t know what to do at first; it felt so wrong yet so right. Your eyes closed as you leaned into it, arms wrapping around her neck. It lasted a few moments before you two parted, her with a bright smile on her face.

“I love you.” She placed another kiss on your forehead, not even letting you react to her words before she let go of you and walked back to the rest of the team, finally letting them congratulate her.

“Love you too..” You spoke quietly, a hand finding its way to your lips from the kiss. What the hell just happened? Well, whatever it was, you enjoyed it.

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Wilma holding your hand on the way to something, like a practice or school , and just screaming songs with you…..

Karaoke night - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

warnings: light swearing, calling her truck sexy- except that toothrotting fluff

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 227

One of Wilma’s favorite things about being with you was the moments you shared while driving to late night games.

The windows of her old pickup rolled down, the breeze flowing through your guy’s hair, the radio up as loud as possible, smiles on both of your faces, and of course your hands interlaced.

“When you’re tasting what he’s drinking, are you thinkin’ bout me?” She sang loudly, worrying you that she might snap a vocal cord. “When you’re riding where he’s driving, are you missin’ my street?”

You couldn’t help but join in and admire her. It was always adorable when she began to belt out the lyrics of her favorite songs.

“Baby, you’re not singing the right lyrics.” The truck stopped at a red light, her leaning over and snatching a quick kiss from you. “I’m busy with something else, Wilm.” You smiled and quickly leaned over to kiss her again, before pulling away and allowed her to drive as the light turned green.

“Busy my ass. You’re too busy staring at me.” She couldn’t help but snort as she broke out into a laugh, the song changing and earned a squeal of excitement from her. “She thinks my tractors sexy!”

You laughed along with her as she sounded so enthusiastic about the song. “Jesus, Wilma. Get it right.. I think your truck is sexy.”

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“Make me” - Softball!Wilma x GN!reader

summary: finding a cat on the softball field takes a bit of a turn

warnings: wilma is a bit mean, other than that it’s fluff :)

tags: @lillylvjy , @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 541

Wilma was currently at a late night practice, your mom helping her work on her pitches for an upcoming game. You were cleaning up the field, a small bag of trash in your hand, and a grabber tool. You were finding cans, small bags, etc.

You were at the back fence, when all of a sudden you heard a faint rustling on the other side. You looked around, seeing a pair of brought green eyes staring at you.

It was a bit scary at first, until a small little kitten came out of the bushes, came up to the fence and tried to get through the holes.

It threw you off, seeing this tiny, maybe malnourished, kitten just casually approach you.

You reluctantly picked it up, before quickly making your way to Wilma and your mom, unwillingly interrupting them.

“Hey, mom? I found this kitten. It doesn’t look too good..” You awkwardly held it in your hands, before handing it towards her, seeing as she gave it practical heart eyes.

The start of a simple practice ended with you three in the vet clinic, waiting patiently for your mom to come back out with more info on this random cat you found.

Wilma didn’t look too pleased to be there, in her somewhat dirt covered clothes, and her messy hair.

“You know, if you had just.. left it, we wouldn’t be here.” She sighed, looking at you with an annoyed tone. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. It’s a cute cat, how could I leave it?” You smiled at the sight of your mom walking back into the lobby, the kitten in her arms. You stood up and walked over, gently scratching behind its ears.

“So, it’s a boy. He’s around 3 months old, definitely under fed. We can stop by the store and get some stuff. You wanna come too, Wilma?” Your mom looked at her with raised brows, seeing her hesitantly nod and approach the cat, her one arm resting on your shoulder as she gently let his head.

Your mom had let Wilma stay over for a bit to play with the cat, and it was strange to see her so calm.

You and her both decided the cat’s name should be Socks, mostly because his paws look like he wore little white socks. She had fallen in love with this kitten already, and it had only been less than an hour.

“It’s been seeing you so happy.” You spoke quietly, your hand brushing against hers as you scratched his head. “Oh, shut up.” She rolled her eyes, shooting you an annoyed look.

“Make me.” Your tone teased her, and of course, you weren’t serious! Usually people meant this in a way to get their crush to kiss them, that’s not what you wanted.

But she didn’t know that.

She stared at you for a moment, before leaning closer and kissed you softly. All the attention she had originally had on Socks, was now on you. She slowly parted her lips from yours, a small smile on her lips. “Got you to shut up, didn’t I?” She nudged your arm, her smile only growing.

“Oh, be quiet, you cocky bastard.” You laughed lightly, ignoring the blush taking over your features.

“Make me?”

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Eye on the ball - part 3 - masterlist

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summary: after being a bit too harsh, she finally realizes her mistake

warnings: swearing, wilma is mean again, comfort at the end

tags: @lillylvjy , @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 1.4k

“Mom, it’s too cold out. Do we really have to go?” You shivered under the blanket you wore, staring out the car window with a frown on your face. “Trust me, everyone will be fine. All the girls will be running around and getting warmed up, you should join them!”

The fall temperature was only dropping more and more, and yet the girls had a game today. You begged your mom to just cancel it because of the cold, but she refused.

Your thoughts were quickly disrupted at the sight of Wilma’s truck, a scowl taking over your features as your mom pulled in and told you to grab everything from the trunk.

You sighed and did as you were told, your blanket still wrapped around your body in an attempt to not freeze to death. As you went to pick up one of the bags, the breeze blew your blanket clean off your shoulders. “Jesus Christ.” You let out a frustrated groan, turning to retreat it.. only to see Wilma jogging over with it in her arms.

She stopped in front of you, handing it to you with a blank expression. You could only stand there confused, why was she being nice? Well, that was until she spoke.

“Are you gonna take it or stand there looking stupid?” Her harsh tone threw you off, but you quickly took it from her and wrapped it around yourself. “Thanks.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, going to grab the bag again, only for her to do it. “I’m not getting your blanket again, I’ll grab all of this.” She sounded annoyed, throwing the bag over her shoulder before making her way to the dugout.

You stared at her in confusion, one second she was nice, the next she was a total dickhead. “Hey, quit staring. Take my purse to the dugout.” Your mom patted your back to get your attention, dropping her bag strap around your neck.

Today was gonna be a long day.

The girls were throwing the ball back and forth for practice, while Wilma was pitching to your mom. You say on the dugout bench, your blanket wrapped around yourself, trying to warm yourself up.

You could hear other people complaining about the cold, many family members who came to watch were either sporting winter clothes or blankets just like you.

You pulled your phone from your moms purse to check some messages from friends, who were extremely disappointed you couldn’t hang out because of the game.

It was a little upsetting to say the least. You couldn’t really have a life outside a sport that you didn’t play, during the spring and fall seasons. All because your mom was a coach. You tried to explain it to friends, but they didn’t wanna hear it.

You set your phone down out of annoyance, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the brick walls of the dugout. You heard everyone instruct the girls to get back inside them, which disrupted your peace as many girls started filing into the small space with you.

You waited for your mom, immediately standing up when you saw her, looking like a lost toddler as you approached.

“Mom, it’s way too cold out here. Can’t I just sit in the car? Or even better, my friends can pick me up and take me to their house?” You put on a wide smile at your own words, watching her roll her eyes and shake her head. You sighed as she walked away, completely brushing you aside to explain the batting line up.

You went back to your spot, only to see Wilma now sitting there. You gave her an annoyed look, getting closer and spoke quietly so nobody would hear. “That’s my spot. Move.” You sounded harsher than you hoped you would, to which she only laughed and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees.

“Right, right. Because I should listen to the coach’s precious kid?” Her tone was so annoying. You wanted to hit her or shove her to the ground, but you knew you couldn’t. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” You raised a brow at her, tucking your tongue behind your lip.

She stood up and chuckled to herself, her hand brushing against your waist as she leant down and whispered to you. “You love it, I see how often you stare at me.” She walked past you and went to grab her helmet, bat, and batting gloves. Leaving you completely stunned.

First she’s a bitch, then she’s getting flirty? What was wrong with her?!

The start of the first inning was slow, the other team hadn’t done that great of a job to get any of your team out. Two of your girls already ran through home, and the pitcher kept throwing balls.

When Wilma was up to bat it was amusing to see how frustrated she got from the bad pitcher, it was even funnier when she got hit in the leg by a fastball. But when you laughed, you earned a smack on the back of your head from your mom.

You were watching as Wilma ran through the bases whenever she could, but something about the way she kept glancing at you made you feel weird. Anytime she made it or slid across the dirt, she sent you a smile. It wasn’t a normal smile though, it was the type of awkward smile you’d give a cute guy if he looked at you.

Either she was messing with you, or.. she was just messing with you. There couldn’t be another option.

You watched as she slid through home plate, your team cheering for her, praising her, giving her high fives. This was exactly what she wanted.

You didn’t know it but she was over the moon about today. Your attitude from the cold weather made everyone’s attention fall onto her. She was receiving praise, the looks, the smiles. It was all about her.

Her jealousy basically melted away, and she was determined to keep it that way. She kept getting on your nerves because of this, making sure your mom wouldn't spare you a passing glance, and just focus on her.

The rest of the game was like this. It got to the point your mom started asking you to get the bats from the girls, pick up spare balls, etc.

You were annoyed of course, anytime you tried to ask for something she simply ignored you. If you tried to bring up a good point about the game, she brushed it off like it meant nothing.

It was starting to get to you, and the second the game was over, you rushed out of the dugout and desperately tried not to cry. You were so overwhelmed from being ignored, it was all piling up and it just.. hurt.

As you put away your things in your moms car, you heard footsteps approaching you. You quickly wiped your wet face and looked up to see Wilma.

“What do you want?” Your tone was as harsh as your expression was, shutting the car trunk and leaning your arms against it. “I just.. you were crying when you left. Are you okay?”

It threw you off. Her tone and expression were softer, acting as if she genuinely cared. Why did she keep doing this?

“I’m fine. Just go away.” You sighed and stood up straight, rubbing your arms with your hands to warm your body up. “You’re not. Listen, if it was because of me then..” She took a second to take a deep breath, stepping closer to you. “I’m sorry.”

Her words shocked you. She was apologizing?

You didn’t have time to respond before she cut you off. “Don’t say anything. I know you probably won’t forgive me, because I’ve been a bitch since day one. I didn’t mean to make you cry though. So, I’m sorry.” With that she walked away, leaving you speechless in the parking lot. You didn’t even fully process anything, just slowly got into the backseat of your moms car and let your emotions take over again.

You were so confused, leaving you to cry and try to figure things out. First she was so mean, to the point you were crying. And now she’s apologizing? Was she going to change? Was she going to be nicer?

What the hell was going on?

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