#soothouse x reader

[lillyspeakz]

Soothousebur meeting you at vidcon for the first time.

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“Hold on lads, I’m getting a call..” Wil said as he pulled out his phone, walking away from the group as they looked around. He smiled down at the screen as it flashed with your name and a little animal that reminded him of you.

You and Wil had been friends for a bit now, both of you being in the music realm as well as streaming. You streamed more than him at the time, but he was getting into it, finding more tips and materials he needed.

When you told him you’d be going to vidcon that year, Wil was on cloud 9! He excited explained how the group planned on going as well, making a full on plan on how he’d get to meet you finally and see you in person and not over a shitty screen. You agreed with him, over the next couple months the plan being in full swing as the day finally came.

“Hello there.” Wil smiled as he placed the phone to his ear, looking around the room, hoping to see a glimpse of you. He’d been doing it all day, every room he walked in he looked for you, ready to run to you and take you in his arms. Yet no luck.

“Hi Wil! I’m finally here! The traffic was insane, we got stuck for a good 45 minutes. But we’re at the entrance, where are you guys?” You sounded like you were out of breath as you laughed at something the person beside you said. Wil knew you were bringing a friend so he wasn’t worried one bit, but it still sent a slight pang to his chest. “Wil?” You asked again, not hearing a response for a couple seconds.

“Oh sorry! We’re in the back.. we can start walking and meet you halfway?” Wil asked as he started to gather his things and waved the group over.

“Yeah! I’ll see you there.” You said, a smile evident in your voice as you started walking.

“See you darling.” Wil finished as you ended the call, smiling up at the group as they looked at him with confused grins.

“What’s got you all smiley Wilbur?” Dan asked as Wil flagged them to follow, falling in step with Wil’s quick steps.

“One of my best friends are here and I’m meeting them for the first time in person. Think of how crazy that is!” Wil giggled out as he jumped in his place, walking faster as he did.

“Wil slow down! I have small legs!” Jack complained as Wil realized he was speed walking, excitement taking over his body.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! But we’re almost there! Just a little longer.” Wil said as he walked with the group, head on a swivel, trying to lock his brown eyes with your own.

As he walked a couple more minutes, he finally saw you. Standing there with your head in your phone as you typed quickly, Wil feeling his phone ping as he lifted your head and looked the other direction.

Pulling out his phone he saw what you asked;

Here,, where are you?

Wil smiled down at his device as he quickly typed back;

Turn around.

Feeling your phone go off, you looked down at the text, quickly ignoring your friend as your body shot around to the other side of the room, a smile quickly forming as you saw everyone there. Including the 6 foot something man you called a best friend.

Tapping your friends arm, you quickly ran over to the bunch, smiling at all of them as you opened your arms, seeing Wilbur reciprocate.

“Rihanna!” You yelped as you ran into her arms, laughing with her as you both squeezed each other tightly. You felt bad, yes. But the waiting was worth it, and he deserved a long hug after this anyways.

Going around the circle of people, finally hugging the last person, someone cleared there throat behind you as you smiled and turned around, making eye contact with the man in question.

“I knew I was forgetting someone.” You joked as you walked closer to the man.

“I’m a little hurt darling…”

“Oh boo hoo..” you giggled out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his own wrapping around your waist and squeezing your body closer to his. He hid his face in your neck as your own was in his chest, hands running through his hair as his beanie fell off.

You both didn’t want to let go, finally being able to see each other and hug each other, knowing this wouldn’t last forever. Yes, you had a week with them all, but you and Wilbur silently wished you could stay there forever.

No one said anything about it, but everyone knew you guys had a deeper connection than anyone could comprehend. And no one needed to say anything, the group knowing that the two already knew.

“Ok… are we just going to stand here and watch these two or go on and keep looking?” Charlie asked as you and Wil both pulled away, Wilbur telling him to fuck off as he picked up his beanie, placing it back in his head.

Smiling down at you, Wilbur took your hand in his as he pulled you along with the rest of the group, your friend talking to Jack as they all walked.

“What do you say we go our own way yeah?” Wil whispered down at you, face close to yours as you turned to look at him, nose brushing against yours.

A quick blush made it’s way your body to your cheeks as you hide your face in his chest again, a laugh being let out from the man as you gently hit his arm.

“I’d love that, my own personal tour guide.” You said as you pulled him towards a section of the building, hand curling tighter around his.

“Gladly darling.” Wil smile down at you as he kissed your hand that was in yours, starting to ramble about everything that has happened.

[spiked-tea-writing]

Haha We’re Married

Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

Summary: After successfully hiding your relationship for years, twitter fucking comes and exposes you

Pronouns: She/Her 

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1kish

A/n: TBH I’ve only listened to Wilbur’s music, I don’t watch his streams. I just really wanted to write this trope for a streamer. This was kinda self-indulgent *cough* hella self-indulgent *cough*, so sorry if it’s choppy and poorly written. Also I’m trying out headcannon forms. Unedited and unproofed

The situation at hand was very complex

The two of you had been able to keep your relationship under wraps for a very long time.

-Since you were both pretty major streamers on the platform, it was just easier to eep your relationship a secret instead of in the public eye

Y’all were young when you got married had already faced judgment from the surrounding community, and you guys didn’t want to deal with the entire fucking internet questioning your relationship

The decision was made before he joined SootHouse, mainly so that your entire personas wouldn’t be based on being a couple. 

It wasn’t that hard, considering that your internet careers had started separate from each other, but it was increasing in difficulty as your popularity grew and you guys had to interact more, especially on Dream’s sever

Then when Wilbur had started streaming in the apartment, avoiding revealing everything became damn near impossible

Of course, there was speculation, rumors, fanart, and a lot of shipping, but the two of you had never addressed it. 

Fun fact: One fanart of you two was so good it was hung up in your flat, right next to a picture from your wedding lmao. 

Twitter was always breathing down your necks, especially since yall both wore wedding rings, but there was never enough evidence to put two and two together

They were thrown for one hell of a loop after both of you had been on Love or Host

The backlash got so intense to the point where you both made statements about how you both weren’t cheating since the relationships on Love or Host aren’t always real-life partnerships. 

Since you were known for your chill streams one day you were streaming a “painting and inevitably smudging my nails” stream when someone made a donation

It was for eight pounds, and the automatic voice read “when is your birthday, and what is your zodiac??”

You let out a giggle

“Um I’m in September and a Virgo I believe. Actually, funny story, my husband and I share a birthday which makes us both Virgos so I’m actually not sure what that means for our compatibility”

The stream carried on like normal and you didn’t think much of your answer

Then the motherfucking robot voice came for your weave as you were blowing on your fingers

“Are you and Wilbur dating???”

You went beet reed. 

“Haha no, we aren’t. I’m happily married.”

And yet again, the stream went on with any further hiccups. 

After the stream ended, you went to find Wilbur somewhere in the kitchen.

“Hello darling”

His arms wrapped around your waist as you let out a sigh. 

“Stream was very long but at least my nails look nice”

He laughed and started fidgeting with your hands

Your wedding band caught his eye

“I’m glad I tied you down.”

“My husband, the romantic.”

Smiles grace your faces but the sweet moment was interrupted by a phone call coming from your streaming room.

“Ahh fuck, I should get that. Could you call the Thai place for takeaway??”

“Sure thing.”

You made your way down your phone kept ringing

You glanced at the caller id which read Father-In-Law before picking up

“Hey, Phil what’s up?”

“Hey, you need to check Twitter. And get Will.”

The line went dead

You were wondering if that was a advil enduced fever dream when you called for your husband

The sound of shuffling feet against the carpet followed by your lank boiTM walking into your room snapped you into reality

“I was thinking Pad See Ew and-“

“Phil called and told me to check Twitter, and I’m hella scared.”

You could see his face drop. Twitter never meant something good/ Either someone died or someone got canceled for being a perv

“Might as well rip off the bandaid and look.”

You nodded and pulled up Twitter

The number one hashtag on trending was #SootMarriageGate

“What the actual fuck.”

“I’m scared”

With a bit of hesitation, you clicked on the hashtag, which directed you to the top of a thread

“After Y/n’s stream today, I’m thinking that her and Wilbur are actually married. Like it’s no longer a bit”

That tweet had an insane amount of replies, and before you could change your mind, you started scrolling

There were a few arguements, but most of the replies consisted of evidence the audience had found of your relationship.

There were so many clips that either had you mention something about the other person, to that time you walked behind Wilbur’s chair, face just out of the frame of the webcam. 

Unfortunately, people seemed to really be catching on

On reply had caught your eye

“We know Wilburs birthday is September 19, and if you look at Y/ns last birthday post, it was the nineteenth of September. And remember, she and her husband share a birthday. I think that that’s not a coincidence.”

You turned to Wilbur

“Maybe it’s time we just straight up tell them.” 

“You’re right. Should we tweet it?”

“Or maybe stream. Just confirm it and answer a few questions. Is that alright?”

“Of course. Should we do it tonight with the Thai food and make it chill??”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And so you guys waited for a few hours before streaming, during which you guys kept an eye on Twitter and got the food. You built a sort of nest on the floor in the streaming room to eat dinner in and give the stream some cozy vibes. 

After stalling for long enough, twitch got booted up and a stream was started. 

“Hey guys I got Wilbur here with me and we are having a chill stream and eating some Thai.”

The stream was just y’all chatting about the food for a few seconds, ignoring chat until finally Wilbur casually said,

“Oh, and what do you want for our wedding anniversary?”

He turned to look the camera directly in the lens, face deadpan. You let out a giggle before playing along

“Hmm, maybe we should just have a day out as HUSBAND AND WIFE.”

Chat blew up as you both stared at the camera, stone-faced. Wilbur stood up, still emotionless, and ended the stream.  

He turned to you with a smile

“That was easier than expected.”

“Honey the stream was 3 minutes long.”

He disregarded your comment. 

“Well now that that’s out of the way, shall we ignore Twitter for the next day??”

You rolled your eyes at your fantastic husband 

“I couldn’t have had a better idea myself.”

[lillyspeakz]

fun fairs and copywrites.

a/n: the soothouse video basically. I made it longer though- like 5-6k words. So enjoy!

warnings: some sexual innuendos, fluff, David and George being the classic third wheels, autistic reader basically, anxiety, all over fluff with some mental issues but they’re small.

not proof read at all!

enjoy!

video link.

-

It was the middle of November and knowing the group, they had nothing they had to do besides uni work and recording videos for Wilbur so he could edit them.

Knowing the place like the back of his hand, Wilbur suggested they go to the fair downtown, wanting to get out of the tight space they call an apartment and into the fresh freezing air. George and David agreed to go, wanting to fuck around and escape their problems for a bit, as Wilbur looked at you with hope in his eyes.

“Please come? We can go on as many rides and do as many games as you want. I’ll even let you wear my coat, I know you like it.” He smiled up at you as he crouched down, looking into your eyes as he took your hands in his, playing with the rings adorning your fingers.

You smiled back at him, shaking your head as you leaned down and placed your forehead against his, sighing as your nose touched his. The close intimate space the two of you were in, warmth taking over both your bodies as you hummed out in question.

“Fine. As long as you make me hot chocolate when we get back?” You asked as he chuckled at your response, leaning back as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Always.” He said as he searched your eyes for any hesitation, only finding love and excitement, leaning in with a laugh as he placed his lips on yours. The smiles on your faces interrupted the sweet moment, giggles ringing through the room as footsteps were heard from the hallway.

“Can you two stop being a couple for five minutes and get ready? The fair closes at 10!” George hurriedly said as he got out Wil’s coat and a scarf for you.

-

Wil’s camera hung around his neck as he made sure his SD card was new and working, as well as his lense.

You huddled next to him, trying to find another source of warmth in this weather. You had a long sleeved on as well as one of Wilbur’s hoodies and his winter coat. He forced the scarf on you, not wanting your ears to get cold, no matter how much you complained that you were fine.

“No, you need it. I know you, you’re going to regret not wearing it because the wind will get down your jacket and make you more cold and you’re going to get sick and-“

“Wilbur, baby. I’ll wear it if it’ll make you feel better.” You said softly as he took a deep breath and sighed out in relief.

“Please.” He said while nodding, holding the cloth out for you as you stepped towards him.

“Of course.”

Wilbur had his other winter coat on, yet the old material not doing him any good as it was worn from many years of service. He wore his signature beanie, desperately keeping his ears out of the cold. His nose was strawberry red and his hands turning white and blue.

“Baby, come here.” You took the camera from Wilbur’s hands, placing it down gently against his chest as you took his hands in yours. You kissed his nose gently as you placed his hands around your waist, into the jacket against your warm body, hoping his hands warm up slightly from the new found comfort.

“Thank you. If this camera would work, we would be able to get this over with faster but-“

“Hey! It’s ok. The boys are doing-“ you looked over your shoulder to see David and George waving their hands around in weird gestures, ranting about god knows what. “Whatever they do. And I’m here with you. So take your time.” You whispered to him as he smiled at you, placing his forehead on yours once again.

“Luckily for us I got it to work and I need a video by the end of this week.” Wilbur sighed out as he called George and David over, them both racing to be first.

“I won!” David said while panting, coming in a few seconds behind George as you and Wilbur both laughed, the camera being pointed to the dying man as the blonde scoffed.

“Fucking when? Because from my understanding, you ate my dust so-“ George finished with sticking his tongue out at the man, screaming in fear as David reached out for him.

“Ok! Ok, let’s get going before it gets too late, it’s bloody cold outside.” Wilbur complained while pointing the camera at you than the boys.

“Hey guys, it’s me David from Soothouse. And I’m here to endorse London. This is just an average day at the park, as you can see, they’re all having a lot of fun.” David explained in a monotoned voice as Wilbur zoomed into the fair happening behind them all and onto Dave’s face.

As he walked away, George came up beside Wilbur, watching the event take place as Wilbur turned the camera onto him. “Basically. Yesterday there was a mass panic and-“ before George can finish your laugh broke through the silence as Wilbur and George followed along with you, not being able to handle the serious tone George held.

“Why the fuck- I’m sorry that was so fucking funny…” you said while wiping your eyes of any tears that fell, falling into Wilbur as he laughed along with you.

“It’s very tragic! Someone could’ve died-“

“Oh fuck… wasn’t a false alarm?” You asked Wil as he simply stared at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh so now I’m just your personally Google?!” The man joked as you shrugged, and looked away while slowly nodding. Wilbur gasped out in betrayal as you laughed and immediately started denying what you said.

“No no! I love you! And you’re more than a personal google, you just pay attention to things more than I do..” you giggled at him as he shook his head at you and brought you into a soft kiss, fingers gripping your chin as he tilted your head.

“Don’t inflate his ego anymore than it is! We talked about this-“ David groaned as you both pulled away as Wilbur smirked at the two.

“What can I say? I’m simply just so smart to my partner that they can come to me for anything…” Wilbur smiled as the boys groaned and complained how he’s going to brag about this to everyone, as you simply rolled your eyes at them and looked up at Wilbur expectantly. “Yes it was a false alarm, there wasn’t any evidence of shots being fired-“

As Wilbur put the camera back up, George started up once more, the tone coming back as he got close and personally with the camera. “We were all very scared. And- you know life’s about celebrating the good things! And um- that’s why we’re here today. We’re here to walk around the outside of winter wonderland and look in-“ George concluded as you and Wilbur laughed at his words, both freezing your asses off yet not caring enough as you guys were enjoying each others company.

“Would you ever go on that David?”

“Hell no! Look at it- the people on one side, they lose their limbs at the end.”

“Oh don’t say that-“ you whined out as the sight of the ride made you sick to your stomach.

“the sheer terror on their faces! Can you see it from here? Because I can! They’re terrified.” George looked at the ride as you hid into Wilbur’s side, not wanting to look at the ride anymore. You didn’t hate rides, but ones that went too fast, or caused your body to go into positions you didn’t like entirely, made you uneasy. And Wilbur knew this.

“Hey, we all collectively agreed we won’t go near that ride yeah? We can go on all the kid rides if you want, I may not fit, but it’s worth the try if you’ll have fun.” Wilbur put the camera down as he took your hand in his, pressing the cold skin against his lips, somehow warming both parts of the body up as he did.

“I’d like that.” You agreed as you smiled at the man in front of you, kissing his nose once more as you pulled him along, catching up with David and George.

As all four of you walked towards the fair, having to go around the place, you were hanging off of Wilbur’s arm, talking about what you were doing for the holidays coming up and what he should do, knowing how he dealt with them.

“You should come with me! Or even go visit your mom-“

“Wil- look what this fucker is doing!” David interrupted as Wilbur softly apologized and told you he’d be back.

Getting the camera set he pointed it at George as he danced to the music. “This is my jam!” Twisting and twirling as the faint music played, almost falling over himself as he did. David looked around clueless as Wilbur zoomed in onto him, then immediately panning onto you, making you look like a little big.

“Aww wait this is actually so cute- my little bug baby!” Wilbur cooed as you smiled up at him, nose scrunching in embarrassment as his comments continued.

“Stop, I don’t need anymore bad content on me on the channel-“

“Bad? Baby that was adorable! I’m keeping that for myself…” Wilbur whispered to you with a smile as you whined at the confession, never getting used to his way of showing his love for you and his compliments.

“Ok lovebirds- let’s go yeah?”

-

Walking further away from the fair, Wilbur telling the three of you it’s a “short cut”, which you all knew was bullshit.

Finally making it to downtown London, you all sat and looked at the structure in front of you.

“I don’t think it’s an arch-“ you said to George as you turned your head in many different ways, standing in front of Wil who caught the little mannerism on camera.

Laughing, Wilbur zoomed in closer to the structure as George hummed and nodded.

“Looks like an arch to me!”

“Are we- are we in France guys?”

“Yes. This is France.” David answered immediately as you snapped your head back to look at Wilbur with a playful smirk.

“Tu veux que je t'apprenne comment nous, les Français, nous embrassons ? Nous sommes vraiment doués pour ça, nous avons inventé une façon de nous embrasser grâce à ça.” You expressed with a smirk on your face as all three boys looked at you with wide eyes. Yet Wilbur’s weren’t filled with confusion. He knew exactly what you were saying thanks to your late night teachings after long days and activities. He was always curious, and he loved hearing you speak the language.

“What the fuck did you just say-“

“Yes please.” Wilbur and David said at the same time, George and David looking at Wilbur like he’s crazy.

“Did you just say yes to your death?!” George teased as you scoffed at him, gently nudging him as he laughed at you.

“No, let’s just say he has some stuff to learn when he get back home…” you winked at the tall man as his eyes widened and cheeks flushed.

“Did not need to hear that, did not need to hear that at all, we are going!” George said, taking David’s hand in his as you laughed at the pair, taking Wil’s in your own, falling back into step with the duo.

“I’m joking. Unless you do want to-“

“You think I’m passing up such a good opportunity to learn more French?” The smirk placed on his face made it aware that what he was saying had a deeper meaning only meant for you. “Plus it’s with you so please.”

You smiled up at him as he started pulling you faster, closer to George and David as you made it into the city. Buses going by as people crowded the streets, the smell of beer and drugs lingering in the air as you made a distasteful sound and cornered next to Wilbur.

Your anxiety went up when you were in big crowds and loud areas, hating how all the factors were combined at once, especially when you barely knew the area unlike Wilbur. He held the camera with one hand and your own in his other, making sure he knew where you were at all times.

Jazz music played as you all walked passed a saxophone player on the sidewalk, the speakers blaring loudly at you all. Covering your ear closest to the loud music, you wrapped your arms around the man, fear over taking your senses.

“I’m sorry.” You said into his chest and yes squeezing shut as you let him guide you. “I didn’t think it’d be this bad today-“

“Hey, what did I say about the ‘s’ word? It’s not your fault baby, I didn’t either. If I knew I wouldn’t have gone this way.” Wilbur spoke softly to you, camera in his hand still, pointing at the ground as he held you close to him. “Just knows I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you. If you need we can go into a little shop real quick?” Wilbur asked as you shook your head, yet holding into his arm and hand tighter as he held you through the whole way.

As you all made it to a crosswalk, waiting for the go ahead, Wilbur asked George what their mission was now.

“Looking for a place to shit. That’s really what it’s about. Harder than you think!”

“Have you guys tried any of the corner shops we passed? We’ve passed like 5-“

“That’s how little you think of us? We demand a luxury bathroom with a bidet and a glass of whine on my hand!” Wilbur exclaimed to you as he pointed the camera on your direction as you laughed.

“Well… we do live in London…” you dragged on as Wilbur gave you a playful stink eye, knowing you were right about that statement and how expensive stuff was now for something so simple.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that-“ Wilbur deadpanned as your laugh broke through the air, his tone and glare dropping as he smiled at you.

The camera filmed your shoes as you both took big strides, or you practically ran as Wilbur walked. It took you all about 5 more minutes to get to your destination, your pants being heard as you grabbed onto Wilbur to slow him down.

“I have little legs…”

“Want to hop on my back?” Wilbur asked as he turned around, ready for you to hop on.

“Baby, you won’t be able to film. I’ll be fine- Wilbur!” You screeched as he wrapped your arms around his neck and hoisted you up onto his back, gripping the back of your thighs as he jumped up to get you into place.

“See. Nice and cozy. Now just grab your legs around my waist- yup! And I can film! I’m a man of many wonders love.” Wilbur smirks back at you as you scoff at him, chin resting on his shoulder as he lifted the camera up to David, walking towards the fair as he did.

“where are we, David?”

“Um… think we’re in New Orleans last time I checked.” David told the camera as you all continued to make your way down the path, an automated voice greeting you on your way.

Finally making it to the entrance, you hopped off of Wil’s back as you wrapped yourself up with the coat, the fur of the hood covering your ears and making you nuzzle into the warmth more.

“I like to reconnect with my ears when they’re cold.” George said as he held his hands over his ears, hands not any better than his ears.

-

“Dude! Didn’t we trade mark the word-“

“the word house?” David finished for Wilbur as he repeated the sentence, laughing as they pointed at the fun house, claiming that they could technically sue for copyright.

“Do you think we should sue?”

“Fuck no! We barely have money for it, plus they were the og’s so-“

“She has a point…” Wilbur sighed as David slapped his arm.

“Siding with your partner isn’t always the right way!”

“It’s the only way David. I’m always right.” You finish off for him with a smile, Wilbur laughing at you as he nodded, not putting up a fight with that.

As you continued to walk further into the event, you all stopped at a ticket booth, dragging Wilbur by the arm as George and David followed and laughed as Wil made a face back at them.

“How many?”

“Um, 100 please!” You smiled at the worker as they grabbed a bundle of tickets and handed them to you.

“That’ll be 32 pounds please!” The worker said, exhaustion underlying their tone as Wilbur reached for his wallet, being cut off by your cheery voice, thanking the person as you grabbed the tickets.

“Love, you didn’t have to pay for those. It wasn’t even your idea to go!” Wilbur exclaimed to you as he rushed back to your side.

“Wil, you pay for my stuff all the time, and your still trying to pay for Uni. It’s the least I can do for you guys!” You smiled up at the man as he sighed out, bringing your lips into a sweet kiss as you walked.

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too!” You exclaimed back at the man, both of your eyes practically shaping into hearts as you both looked at each other.

The moment was cut off as you ran into a pair of backs, George and David turning around to look at you too with exasperated looks.

“They were looking at each other again, weren’t they?!” George asked David as he nodded at the question, rolling his eyes jokingly at the pair, grumbling about how sick they made him.

-

As you stood in line for the Ferris Wheel, you all got into one cart, filling up the space as you did. You sat across from Wil, George next to you as David was next to Wilbur.

As the door closed, Wilbur asked if we all thought we could break out and get out of the cart before it started. He reached for the door, making you grab his hand and shake your head.

“Wilbur I swear to the heavens above, you’re lucky you even got me on this thing. If you’re not going to pull a Ryan Gosling by climbing up this torture device and asking me out on a date, don’t think about it.” You said sternly at the man as his eyes widened at you, sitting back in his seat.

“Damn… you’ve watched the notebook too much-“

“Tell him that-“ you pointed at Wilbur as he looked at you with betrayal as George laughed at him.

“You always want to watch it?” David exclaimed as Wilbur shook his head.

“Not always! It’s a good movie and the plot is very interesting-“

“He cries to it every time. He’s a real man. Take some notes.” You said as you looked at the pair next to you.

“Yeah! I’m a real man, fucker.” Wilbur told David as you all laughed.

As the ride slowly went up and the height difference became more apparent, you didn’t pay any mind to look down, knowing if you did, it would be your demise.

George went on about how they couldn’t do content anymore and how you all were going to jump out of the ride, while you looked at your shoes, tapping to a random song that was in your head. More so one Wilbur had gotten stuck in your head.

“And here’s my lovely partner, who is definitely terrified of heights but it’s ok-“

“Hey!” You laughed as you looked up at him to see the camera focused on you, Wilbur looking at what the film was capturing, keeping it in focus the whole time.

As you looked at him, you were making faces and smiling, causing giggles to escape both of you. Finally making eye contact with you, Wilbur silently said a small ‘I love you’ as your cheeks flushed red and your smile turned to one that hurt wearing from how big it was.

‘I love you too.’ You worded back as David asked to sit next to George, causing you to nod immediately and switch seats with the man, huddling next to Wil as you did.

“I prefer this.” You whispered to the man, lying your head on his shoulder as he nodded, agreeing with your statement as the ride continued and slowly came to a stop, letting you all out.

-

“If I die in here I’m blaming you.” You said as you pointed to David who convinced all of you to go into the fun house.

“Why me?!” He questioned as you shrugged at him, trying to come up with a good reason.

“Because. Weren’t you just wanting to sue this place for copyright?”

“No! That was not my idea at all, that was his!” Dave said as he pointed at Wilbur who had a shocked look on his face, almost hurt at the call out.

“You agreed!” Wilbur fired back as you all walked further into the building.

As you continued walking, going through hallways and staircases with various different obstacles, you came across a bridge that went through a spinning tunnel.

“Holy fuck- I think I might actually fall.” You laughed as Wilbur’s free hand came up to your back, guiding you through as he filmed David and George.

As you slowly walked through, your eyes fell onto the wall that was spinning, causing you to slowly trip in front of the man.

“Fucking hell! Do I need to carry you?” He said while laughing as you held onto the railing, laughing your ass off, as Wilbur slowly ushered you off of the platform. “Almost killed us!”

“I even warned you!” You said while walking over to the boys who were equally as giddy as you both from the scene they just witnessed.

“How did that even happen?!” George asked while you wiped away the tears that ran down your cheeks.

“Don’t ask-“ you said as you walked towards the mirror maze, looking back at the guys with a scared look. “I’ll stay back here.”

As George and David walked through, your hands immediately went out, feeling what was around you and what mirror was where, desperately trying to find an open space.

“Baby, you don’t have to do that! I’m in front of you, worse comes to worse I hurt myself ramming into one.”

“And that’s exactly why I’m doing this! To make sure that doesn’t happen..” you retorted back as one of your hands went and held Wilbur’s jacket.

As you both followed George and David, all your trust in them to get out, George and David went separate ways to see which one was the right one, yet failing as they did.

“We already went that!” David exclaimed to George as he turned around and went back the way we just came.

Wilbur continued to walk straight, not paying attention to the reflection of his camera on the material in front of him.

“Wilbur that’s not-“

“Ow!” Wilbur let out as his camera hit the wall, colliding with his chest as he caught himself before face planting.

Your laugh filled the area as you slide down the wall behind you, grabbing onto Wilbur once again as he turned to you, laughing as well.

“You were supposed to be helping me!” He yelled out as he bent over, camera dangling down as he tried to catch his breath.

“I-I’m s-sorry! That was s-so funny!” You barely got out as you also tried to catch your breath, tears once again falling as you did.

“Oh man, thank god the cameras fine, thought I crushed it.” Wilbur said as he examined the device, focusing and turning the lense as he checked.

“Yeah, I tried warning you but- that was worth it-“

“What happened over here?!” George asked as he came back over, leaping over you too as you both shook your heads telling him you’d show him later.

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You all finally called it a night, the cold getting to you as you all played a couple games and rode some more rides to make the tickets well worth it.

As you stood on the train, one hand holding onto the rail and the other holding Wilbur for balance.

Wilbur stood his ground as he held the camera up to George as he summarized the day they had. Or night.

“It had a beginning. Definitely had a middle. This is the end.” He whispered into the camera as Wilbur laughed, turning off the camera to save the battery as much as he could.

“Fuck I’m tired.” Wilbur mumbled as he rubbed his face, body swaying with the train as it moved.

“We’ll go to bed once we’re home, get all nice and warm.” You whispered to him, your head gently resting on his chest as he wrapped one arm around your shoulder, the other holding onto the handles as well.

“What about the tea?” He questioned, remembering the promise he made to you.

“Hmm you can make it for me when we wake up tomorrow. I can wait, but right now what I want is to just sleep and have you hold me.” You said, your words slurring as sleep washed over you, body falling into Wilbur’s as he caught you into his embrace.

“Ok baby, let’s get off real quick and I’ll carry you the rest of the way, yeah?” As you nodded at him, he gently dragged you with him, telling George and David to go ahead.

As you both made it up to the streets, Wilbur brought you in front of him and gently lifted you up by your thighs, wrapping them around his waist. Your arms automatically found the space around his neck, nuzzling into the cold skin as you fell in and out of the desirable state.

“I love you..” you slurred out as Wilbur chuckled at you, opening the door to the apartment.

“I love you too darling.” He said softly, waving at everyone that he hasn’t seen yet, whispering a small goodnight, the saying being reciprocated back just as softly.

As you heard a door open and shit softly, your back making contact with a plush mattress and hands leave your body, you whined out, looking for that warmth again.

“It’s ok baby. I’m getting you some clothes so I can help you change.” The man said softly, quickly finding a sweater of his once more and your favorite pajama pants, placing them on the bed.

“Ok, come here love. I’ll be quick.” Wil said as he took your shoes off in a swipe of his hand, helping you shuffle and shrug everything off. With you being no help whatsoever in this state, he struggled to get you dressed.

Your hands kept finding his and wanting him in the bed to sleep, complaining of the cold weather and wishing you were back home.

“We are home love, and if you get these pants on, we can go to bed yeah?” That proposition seemed to peek your interested as you helped the man get your pjs on quicker than before, immediately getting under the covers and grabbing for him.

“Wil..” you held out his name until you felt the bed dip from him sitting down.

“Can you move over love? I need to lie down too-“ Wilbur asked as you were currently starfished across the bed.

Scooting over, you curled up in on yourself under the covers, feeling the man curl his arms around you and hold you to his chest.

“Thank you for coming today. I’ll make it up you, promise.” Wilbur whispered as your soft breathes made him smile down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” You said once more before sleep finally took you on her grasp and whisked you away with her.

As he closed his eyes, Wilbur realized he wasn’t far from sleep either, falling victim to her sweet song.

Holding you closer than before, he sighed out with a smile before the sweet taste of sleep became too much.

“I love you.”

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[joviepog]

Puddle of tears

Where you and wilbur cry and sing the songs you made together after both of your horrid breakups. Finally reuniting.

(Part two of Jovie’s series, “Click”.)

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Part 1 — Part 3

Warnings: cursing, angst, mention of depression, sad, signs mental abuse, signs of manipulation.

Pronouns: She / They

Who: Wilbur soot x reader

Word count: 2014 words!

Tag list: No one

Anything else: So, ive been having hard times irl and i think this was a great way for me to express them in a way you guys will love. I started writing this right after i made the first one because this was the part i was most excited to write. I put a couple of songs in there to give you the aesthetic but by all means you do not have to listen to them. They are just what i thought the mood was in that period of time. Though i do recommend to listen to the second song (at least the beginning) because that is the song they sing together. Like always, I’ve gotten almost no sleep s please excuse any errors.

This story was NOT proofread.

Listen to this as you read!

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You sat on you bed, snuggled up in some blankets. You were reading, trying to get your mind off of anything and everything. Wilbur was sitting on the opposite side of your bed, sitting with his knees to his chest. He was scrolling through his phone. His eyes seemed wary and his eye bags only made them look worse. One of his arms were hugging his leg while the other held his phone.

You could only guess you looked worse. You haven’t slept in days. You haven’t showered in a good while and all you’ve eaten are a couple of ramen noodles that you got from the nearest store. You’ve been in your pajamas for days, only changing them every 4 days. You’ve barely been drinking any water and you’ve only brushed your teeth 4 times in the last 6 days. The only thing keeping your breath from smelling of garbage are a couple of packets of gum that you have lying around your flat. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying sessions you had the night before.

You were lucky that wilbur was even dealing with you. You felt so lucky to have your friend with you again. The fact he even drove 20 minutes away just to be with you every day is absolutely bewildering. You reunited with him the day you got broken up with. You remember it clear as day.

You had gotten a text from Josh. Someone you haven’t heard from in ages. You where in the middle of making yourself some ramen when you checked your phone. You remember feeling scared. Like he was going to yell at you for not talking to him for so long. For leaving soothouse randomly. For yelling at him the day he asked what was wrong. You where so scared. You left the text message alone for hours. Till you finally opened it up around 10 pm. Your eyes widened when you read it.

He wasn’t yelling at you, he wasn’t asking you questions, he wasn’t even talking about you. The text message was small and clear, “Wilbur got his heartbroken by some girl who used him to travel the world. I think he needs help, he’s struggling but he wont talk to any of us. He trusts you. Can you talk to him?” He was talking about wilbur. The one person you didn’t dare talk to. The one person, that you were really, really scared to talk to. You didn’t have it in you to comfort anyone. You needed to be comforted by someone…

And yet, you found yourself calling Wilbur. The first call was a let down, and yet you knew it was going to happen. You heard the phone ring and ring until it went to voicemail. You were going to give up. You really were. But something told you to try again. ‘Just one last time’

You clicked the call button once again. Expecting it to ring out. But after one ring the phone was picked up. You stayed silent, unable to speak, scared. There was a small sniffle from the other side. And you couldn’t help but sniffle back. You two sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of soft sniffles coming through. But, when you were ready to hang up, to curse at yourself for even trying; you heard four words over the phone.

“Can I come over?” There was a silence once again. The voice was groggy, it sounded as if it was forced out. You could tell he had been crying. You wanted to cry too… “Yeah…” was all you could manage to get out. You hadn’t told anyone about the breakup. But your ex probably told everyone. Wilbur was probably one of the first people he told. He was so obsessed with wilbur, you hated him so much for it.

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“YOU WERE TALKING TO WILBUR AGAIN?!? HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO?” He yelled out, pointing at the door from where you and wilbur once stood. “UGH. HE WAS PROBABLY THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTED YOU! CAN’T YOU TELL HOW IN LOVE HE IS? HE WANTS TO STEAL YOU AWAY. FROM ME! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT YN?” He turned toward you, his eyes flaming, “YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST TO MAKE HIM HAPPY, I’LL TELL HIM WHEN WE BREAK UP. SO HE HAS SOME SORT OF FUCKING CHANCE WITH YOU.SO THAT HE CAN FINALLY LIVE OUT HIS SHITTY FANTASY.”

This caught your attention. Tears started to form, “You- You think we are going to break up one day?” Your voice was meek, unable to bring to many words out. Tears started to flow from your face as you looked up at him from where you were seated. His gaze softened a bit, (which now that you think back on it he might have thought he had gotten caught) and worry covered his face.

“If.” He paused, “If it happens. I don’t think it will. But if it does it will be the first thing I do.” He kneeled to where you were sitting and cupped you face in his hands. With his thumb he rubbed your tears away. “See what he caused baby? He wants this to happen.” He paused as he leaned his forehead on yours, “stop talking to him baby, then none of this will ever happen again.”

You nodded, scared of what he would do if you said no. He smiled at you and pulled away from your face. He gave you a soft kiss before walking away, not looking back. Once you made sure that he left you cried. You cried so hard. Later that day he made sure you wouldn’t talk to wilbur at all. Your surprised he even let you keep his contact.

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Once wilbur got there he knocked slowly. That doesn’t matter though. Because by the first knock you where already there to open the door. You opened the door quickly. It had been over a year that you hadn’t seen him. Your eyes widened when you saw him. The moment you laid eyes on him tears started to form. And by the time you took a few steps to hug him, you were already crying. Your tears soaking his sweater. He hugged you back and started to cry too. He buried his face in your hair as he did.

It was a beautiful moment. You felt so lost without him. And now that you two were together you felt complete. Like you finally gained back your missing piece. You two kept crying in each others arms. You didn’t want to let go. You wouldn’t let go. It was this beautiful, sad reunion that must have been so awkward for your neighbors.

And now, as you sat here in a comfortable silence with wilbur you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of both happiness and sadness. Wilbur was going through the same thing you were going through. He felt like someone you could really just… relax with. In these days of misery you and wilbur have made some stupid breakup songs. You both memories them by now but you stopped singing them about a week ago. You think you guys just kind of gave up. On everything. You guys barely talk on a daily. You guys just sit in a comfortable silence.

Suddenly you find yourself standing up and walking towards your cupboard, pulling out a new set of pajamas.

“What are you doing?” Asked wilbur as he looked up from his phone. “I’m going to take a shower and brush my teeth. I feel disgusting. Maybe getting myself together again will help?” I say, more of a question than a statement. He nods a yes and looks back at his phone. You sigh and walk away, cursing at yourself for even getting up. You already regretted your decision and you weren’t even to the restroom yet. You arrived to the restroom and opened the door, you walk in and lock the door behind you. You let out a sigh once again. You set your cloths aside as you turn on your shower. You quickly get your toothbrush out and you start brushing your teeth, waiting for the water to heat up. Once your done brushing your teeth and you see the mirrors start to fog up you undres and get in the shower. The hot water relaxing your body. You let out one last sigh. Letting the water calm your body for a bit more. But after a few seconds you get to work. You scrubbed your hair and your body like there was no tomorrow. And once you felt clean, you tuned off the water and grabbed the towel. You dried your body then you wrapped you hair in the towel. You stepped out of your shower and put on some lotion and cloths. You felt like a whole new person. You felt refreshed, you were surprised you even made it out of the bed.

Anyway, once you got back into the room with wilbur he had a guitar in hand. He smiled at you and you smiled back. You plopped yourself on the bed next to him. You saw as his fingers moved too were they need to go next. “Are you willing to sing a bit?” He says with a smile, it seems forced, but you nodd.

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Listen to this for the next part:

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“He never had cool stories. He doesn't make your heart beat.Used to love his mystery. But now he's just exhausting. Another day spent just laying in his room. The stench of incense. And some undelivered food.” You forced a smile as you heard him play. This was your song. The one that hurt you the most. Nevertheless, he continued.

“And she thought. ‘What if he thinks I'm the one?’” You sang that part with him. The memories rushing back. You felt a lump in your throat form as the two fo you continued.

“And I'll be forced to rot away, with him and his obsessions, with trivial things. Like the amount of fucking love hearts I finish a text message with.” You laughed a bit at the end, thinking about how much he cared about stupid little things. The lump I your throat grew bigger and you cursed at yourself upon how just one song could get you so emotional.

“And when you hold his hands…” Then it was your turn, “ It doesn't feel like flying.”

“And when you take his breath away…” he looked at you with a small smirk as you sang, “he might as well be dying.”

“And you're dying to breathe, You're trapped in his cage.” He paused for a moment as he looked at you, his face now covered with worry and sadness, “And its shrinking.

“And she thought, ‘What if he just never leaves?Or if he doesn't get the message?And he doesn't hear my please?‘“ You started to tear up, all the pain, and all the depression, and all the feelings came back. You felt it all. Like you were expierenceing it all over again. You looked down as you continued singing, you could already feel his nervous gaze. But once again, he proceeded.

“So she just started screaming… Why can’t he just bore me to death.” A reference to some old text with wilbur. You started to feel your pajamas becoming wet. Wilbur paused, looking at you and putting your hand on your shoulder. “YN..”

You shook your head, tears still flowing down your face. “Keep singing. It’s alright.” He sat in silence for another moment before singing another song. One of his songs. You leaned on his shoulder and you started to cry on it. You could hear his voice starting to sound choppy as well but he persisted. As you cried you found yourself drifting to sleep. His voice calming you as he went. Even if it was choppy because of his tears. You still loved it.

And soon, you found yourself asleep. Lying in a puddle of tears.

Yeah like i said before this was really nice to write. Also im working on being able to use links right so it should be up on my pinned soon.