#c!Wilbur Soot x y/n

[yearninqheart]

we burned too bright (now the fires gone).

The lives, deaths, and revivals of both Wilbur Soot and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) were anything but forgettable by the citizens of what once was L’Manberg—no matter how hard they tried to forget the consequences they so desperately tried to outrun.

or, wilbur and the reader cross paths once again but neither know who was the catalyst to their own destruction until it’s a bit too late feat. pirates, war, haunted pasts, and destruction—seemingly everywhere they go.

pairing: c!wilbur soot x reader contains: gender-neutral!reader, pirate!reader, enemies to friends to lovers, timeline is from l’manberg up to current lore (revivedbur), mentions war/fighting, blood, injuries, not entirely canon compliant (generally follows the main storyline though), mental health issues, i’ll add more as the story progresses notes: alternatively titled babylon on wattpad. taglist can be found here. status: discontinued

. . . PLAYLIST

i. all the things she said by poppy ii. teeth by 5 seconds of summer iii. my songs know what you did in the dark iv. i did something bad by taylor swift v. hayloft by mother mother vi. hayloft II by mother mother vii. burning pile by mother mother viii. control by halsey ix. anti-hero by sekai no owari x. everybody wants to rule the world by lorde xi. bury a friend by billie eilish xii. you should see me in a crown xiii. fitzpleasure by alt-J xiv. breezeblocks by alt-J xv. achilles come down by gang of youths xvi. alligator skin boots by mccafferty xvii. fairly local by twenty one pilots xviii. wires by the neighbourhood xix. devil town by cavetown xx. mad hatter by melanie martinez xxi. look what you made me do by taylor swift xxii. babylon by 5 seconds of summer

. . . CHAPTERS

LIFE

…

DEATH

REVIVAL

. . . EXTRAS

character aesthetics (main cast)

additional character aesthetics

series aesthetics

[toiletwipes]

(i promise you) i will | clinic!wilbur

~1k words. / heyyyy this is all @drop-of-void doing. a little gift for them. and a little gift for you. thank you @sleeby-anon for proofreading <33 [siren trips into your home and makes the switch to be wilbur and lies in your bed, waiting for you to come home. he needs you, desperately. 18+, oral (with him receiving)]

He had slipped in through the window, no doubt covered in bruises all over his torso and he hissed as he took off his Siren clothes- the trench coat, the blue sweater, the voice modulator and the fucking blindfold- and stuffing them under your bed and slipping under the covers. You still didn't know and… it's not that he didn't think you'd understand. Plus, this, being tired and sleepy after a long day, you understand the feeling well.

You'd understand and you wouldn’t kick him out. You always told him to make himself at home, hell, he had a key.

(Whether or not you'd ask for the key back once you find out is another altogether that keeps him from sleeping at night, what keeps him from telling you.)

Not to mention that you'd be home soon too. He's so tired, he shivers in the cold blankets as he waits for you. Aching for your warm touch and attention.

Sure enough, when he woke up, you were sitting on the side of the bed, smoothing his hair out of his face. Smiling down at him. "Was wondering when you'd show up, you up for dinner?" And he shakes his head, unable to form words under the sleepy spell he was under, lifting the blankets so you'd get in. Thankfully you got the hint and he heard the tell-tale sound of shoes hitting the floor before the dip in the bed deepened, warmth spreading over him as your arm draped over his waist. The touch alone at his waist, especially with his shirt riding up so you were touching skin- it sent goosebumps to his arms.

"Wilbur, you're freezing." He sighs in soft hums, not even realizing how close he'd gotten, how he shoved his leg between yours and his face was in the crook of your neck. You're so fucking warm, how was he supposed to just let go and sleep on one side of the bed? By himself? Criminal. "It was that bad?" Flashes of the day behind his closed eyes had him curling around you tighter.

"Do you want to just sleep orrr..?" You trailed off, your fingers come up to tug at his hair and he couldn't help the shiver when you tugged a little too hard.

He didn't say anything about how hard he'd gotten after that, just let you hum as you ran your fingers through his hair, sorting out the tangles. He wanted to be inside of you but his insides were all gooey and he didn't want to move but god he is hard and you are so warm.

It was an accident, moving your hips and legs so that way your front was pressed against his erection. You stifled a laugh while he groaned. "Want me to take care of that for you?" And he didn't say no but he also didn't want to say anything. He wanted you, completely, though.

He nods.

You hum as you untangle yourself from him and telling him to stay up there, to use the safe word if he doesn't want it anymore and then you disappeared under the covers. It was getting warmer by the second but you paid it no mind, pushing his shirt up enough so you could kiss the hair trailing down his stomach. You could feel his cock twitch against your chest and his tummy trembled under your lips.

You kiss him all the way down to the band of his sweatpants, pulling it down to fish his cock out. Hot and heavy in your hand, you press a kiss to his shaft, getting to work in coating it with your spit. You're grateful Wilbur's especially sensitive now, his little gasps and whines make your own stomach burn with need.

At some point, you move to take his head in your mouth, sucking on it as your tongue covers the slit over and over and tasting the bitter pre. You could feel his hand covering his mouth, fishing the sheets and you couldn't go without hearing your boy. So while you took his hand into yours and guiding it to your head, you decided to sink your mouth even lower, hollowing your cheeks. You can feel his breathing heavy under you, can feel the vibration in his covered moans. You can feel him begging without speaking at all.

You come off of him, moving the sheets off of your head and seeing your boy red-faced and looking well and truly gone, his freed hand covering his mouth. You swing your legs over his, straddling him as you continue to stroke him. "Baby, I need you to tell me what you need."

His eyes squeezed shut as you tighten your fist around his cock, picking up the slow pace.

"Need- need you." You hum, slowing down again.

"I'm right here, baby, what do you need from me?"

He couldn't say it immediately so you let go of his cock, letting it smack against his stomach and shirt all wet. You lean down and kiss his temple, "Tell me what you need from me, d you want me to suck you off, want me to… fuck you, or something else?"

(He's so tired but with you so close, and he's so hard, he needs you so bad.) Coming out scratchy and soft, he begs for you to suck him again. You nod, sliding down his body and keeping eye contact when you pull his cock back into your mouth. His hand shakes as he reaches for your head, trying to bite down his moans and failing as you take him farther and farther into your mouth, swallowing around the head of his cock.

He cries your name, repeatedly as you work your hand around what you can't suck, taking your time as you listen to him beg. It's incoherent babbling and whining and it's so hot, it makes you squeeze your thighs together.

A little after your jaw begins hurting, his hips start twitching and your name falls faster off his lips and he tries to get you off but you sink your mouth further and further till your nose is pressed against his pubes. You blink past the tears and swallow again and again, moaning with him as he starts to jerk under you. And then his cock jerks inside of your mouth before spurting his come down your throat. You swallow as much as you can. And even after that, you wanted to keep him in your mouth a bit but with his hand patting your head, you came off. His cheeks, thoroughly red, and his eyes barely open to see you, he welcomes your kiss greedily, soaking in the attention you give him.

"Did so well, love. You did so good for me." You praise him, dusting his cheeks with feather-light brushes of your fingertips, watching himself close his eyes and try to bring you down. You giggle under your breath, "gonna clean you up and then we can sleep for a bit. Then we need to eat after." He nods and sinks further into your bed. It makes your heart swell as you get up and head to the bathroom. Taking care of him- you love doing it. You love him.

And yes, you saw the bruises under his shirt, it scares you. Deeply. You want to know who is hurting him and it kills you not to ask but you trust that whenever he's ready, he'll tell you. You trust him.

[denalidear]

Small Bunk

a/n: it’s not even been a full day and i have at least two more fics to post… anyway

summary: will and you share a bunk on the tour bus and the other band members wish you wouldn’t.

word count: 486

warnings: none :)

- - -

It was a hazard at this point. The hall of the tour bus was small, and the beds even smaller. Whatever spark of inspiration that drove you and Wilbur into the same bed was to be blamed. The two of you shared the bottom bunk right in front of the bathroom, so every trip through the hall came with a warning sign.

Ash was the first to fall victim to the trap the two of you had unintentionally set. Limbs hung from behind the short curtain. A Will foot there, a you arm here. He was just trying to pee while the bus drove up the California coast when he tripped over Will’s foot that stuck out just far enough to pose a threat. Both men winced and apologized before Will’s leg slithered back behind the curtain of the bunk.

Mark was next and the poor man ran into a double whammy. Will’s arm stuck out just before his elbow, and your ankle was pinned underneath his legs. As Mark ventured to the hallway closet for an extra blanket, his knee was caught on both extremities. Will’s arm was bent at an unforgiving angle and you were dragged an inch or two down as Mark fell over your foot. Everyone mumbled apologies and mark couldn't help but smile as he heard you whisper to Wilbur, “are you alright?”

Joe was the last to hit the floor in your little perilous passageway. Both other band members had warned him of the limb ridden space, but he needed to get his phone charger from his bunk. He swore he looked as he passed the two of you. But as he passed, two socked feet appeared from behind the curtain and caught his upper shin, sending him to the ground.

Neither of you would admit it, but Joe said it was a coordinated attack. And while you and will had felt bad about the bruised knees and rug burnt hands, you would share a small laugh about how it was only fair all three of them had met their demise in the tour bus hallway.

Bonus: you and will had gone out for a late night snack, sneaking out of the venue to find the nearest open diner with chocolate milkshakes. You tried to keep quiet as you entered the dark bus, sure that everyone else had already gone to sleep.

You ran your hand carefully against the wall, making sure to slide you’re shoe to there you knew there’d be a small step up. As you made you’re way to your back bunk, your legs were caught on either side by feet.

In slow motion you came crashing to the carpeted floor, your tall boyfriend right behind you. A bang shook the bus as your rear end met the ground and Will came crashing down on top of you. Immediately you laughed as the other band members cheered.

[justpuppylove]

JEALOUSY PART 2

Dom!quackity x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: choking, degrading, spit, daddy kink, breeding

PART 1 -

After you go home for the night you come back to the casino to quackity ignoring you. Not that you gave a fuck after the stunt he pulled the other day. Even though he was trying to make it look likes he was ignoring you it was very obvious he was glancing over at you every change he got. He could feel his blood boiling every-time you got flirty with a customer. Eventually, you went outside for your break and you saw someone following you out of the corner of your eye.

“Y/N.” Quackity says as he grabs your wrist and turns you around to face him. You look in his eyes and he looks pissed. His grip on your wrist is very tight and it slightly stings. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He says as he squeezes your arm tighter. “What?” You say very confused. What is he talking about? What did you do? “You know what I’m talking about. First you fucked Wilbur even though you know how much I hate him, and now you’re flirting with clients directly afterwards? How jealous are you trying to make me.” Quackity responds, pulling you closer to him so his face is only inches away from yours. Now you knew what he meant. “Quackity I can do whatever I want. You don’t own me and you can’t control who I fuck.” You say knowing it’ll make him even more pissed. Quackity grabs your throat and your hands immediately grab his wrist as a reflex. “I’ll show you who you fucking belong to.”

He pushes you onto your knees and shoves his thumb into your mouth making you slide out your tongue for him. He spits onto your face and slaps you. A grin grows on his face as you go to unbutton his pants. “Awe. You really are a whore for me, hm?” He says making you look at him, all you can do is nod. He lets you unbutton his pants and you pull out his dick. Precum is already leaking out of his tip and you can’t help but smile up at him as you kiss his tip. He takes his dick into his hand and slaps his tip onto your face. He pushes his dick into your mouth with a groan. He grabs your hair and immediately begins face fucking you. “Such a nasty slut.” He says while pushing his dick deep into your throat, making you gag. He groans as he pulls out with a ‘pop’.

He sits you down on top of a table and pulls your clothes off. He latches his mouth onto your neck and pushes two fingers inside of you. “Ah~ daddy” you moan out while grabbing onto the back of his head. “Say that again.” He demands while thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “I need you to fuck me daddy.” You say, looking up to him with teary eyes. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to your mouth. You suck on his fingers while he pressed his tip into your entrance, making you moan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and onto your clit as he bottoms out inside of you. He begins slamming into you while squeezing your throat. “You feel so fucking good baby” he whispers into your ear, sending a shiver through your body. You squeeze around him in response, making him groan. He removes the hand from your clit and grabs your thighs instead, giving him a better grip to fuck into you. He digs his nails into your hips as he slams into you. You can feel your orgasm unraveling as you wrap your arms around him. “So close~ can I cum for you daddy?” You ask. “Cum on my dick like the slut you are.” He says slamming into you even harder. This makes you cum all over him but he doesn’t stop. He continues fucking into you as tears form in your eyes “s-stop” you say as you feel yourself being overstimulated. “Take me like the good slut you are” he says groaning. You both feel the same knot in your stomachs as you edge close to another orgasm. “I’m going to fill you up so good darling, everyone will know you belong to me.” He says right before he cums inside of you. His hot seed spills out inside of you as you cum on his dick.

You both lean on each other as you come down from your orgasms and he cleans you up. You both go back to the casino together and you can tell this will be a regular occurrence from now on.

[mysticalsoot]

someone to live with

part 2 to someone to (not) die with

➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!

➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.

➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.1k

main masterlist // part 1

wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.

you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.

you wouldn't be sharing that future now.

despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.

you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.

but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.

ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.

but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.

he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.

no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.

meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.

there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.

he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.

sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.

you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.

"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.

"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.

"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.

"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.

"how much?"

"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.

"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.

"is this about wilbur?"

she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."

"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.

"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.

"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.

"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?

"what will happen to ghostbur?"

Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."

"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.

"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."

"is that good?"

her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."

"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.

"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.

you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"

you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.

it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.

she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.

"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.

"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.

"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"

"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."

"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.

"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."

"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."

she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."

"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"

"yeah, sure."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.

all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.

you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.

moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.

'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'

they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.

you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.

the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.

"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.

"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"you're alive."

"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.

"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.

"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.

"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.

"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.

"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.

"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."

"so you've been in our house?"

"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.

"maybe, but- are you.."

"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"

"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."

he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.

"what?"

"the ring, it's only fair."

"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.

"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."

"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."

"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.

"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."

"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."

"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.

he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.

you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.

the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.

"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.

"yes you do,"

he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.

"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.

"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.

"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"

"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.

despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.

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

honorable tags (asked for part 2); @babybabygrogu @tacomumun3r

[listenheresweaty]

Dead as Disco (Revivebur x Reader)

no proofreading, we die like men

people I’ve tagged: @poraphia, @witheredroseanon, @drop-of-void, @saccharinesunset

Synopsis: Some tough memories arise, so you help Wilbur out by sending Schlatt a final “fuck you” —-

You had a long, complicated relationship with winter. First of all— it wasn’t summer! So you could rest easy in the wonderful absence of mosquitos and nasty, sweaty heat that prevented you from enjoying any potential scenery. On the other hand, it replaced your favorite season (Fall) and brought tidings of stuffy noses and dry skin. 

And your boyfriend never liked the winter, either. Not after his revival. Too cold, too dark— and too quiet, save for when the wind would blow through the open landscape, sounding far too much like the whistle of an oncoming train. 

You both avoided going outside during the winter, choosing to stay curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace— your head on his chest as he muttered about whatever was on his mind, rubbing circles into your scalp. 

But it was unavoidable that you’d end up outside eventually. A good chunk of Wilbur’s family lived in the tundra region and you were bound to end up walking back home late at night, having decided not to inconvenience Phil and Techno any further. 

(In truth, you just wanted to get home before the snowstorm that threatened to keep snowed in for the rest of the week—- and although the Syndicate members were lovely hosts, your anniversary was coming up and you wanted to at least spend it alone together).

“Shit weather.” Wilbur mumbled as you traversed the Prime Path. “Hasn’t even snowed yet.” 

Wilbur kicks at the frosted ground for emphasis, adjusting his grip on your hand and pressing as close as he could without unbalancing you. You felt sufficiently warm in your sweater and jacket, save for the stinging sensation of the wind biting at your knuckles and nose, but Wilbur was still shivering. 

“The frost isn’t that bad. At least it’s crunchy.” You hum. 

“Eugh, there’s so many more terrains that make better crunching sounds than this.” He grumbled. 

“..Such as?” 

“Gravel, for one. Sand— when it’s spread sparsely enough. But technically beaches make crunching sounds too, it’s just— muffled. I guess.” He turned to you. “Why don’t we ever go to the beach?”

“Because last time we went, I couldn’t kiss you for a week without getting sand in my mouth.” 

“That’s why you wouldn’t kiss me??” Wilbur exclaimed, looking scandalized.  “Because you’d get a little sand in your mouth!”

“It’s disgusting!” 

“It’s not!”

“Yes it is— it doesn’t leave your mouth, and then your going about your day and suddenly feel it crunchbetween your molars—“ 

“That’s the best part, the fuck are you talking about?” 

“What—-“ you splutter, at a loss for words. “I can’t with you. I just can’t.” 

“Ouch.” He pouted in mock offense. “You know darling, with how you treat me sometimes, one would think you…”

He trails off. You continue walking, staring at the frozen grass as you wait for him to continue. When he doesn’t, you look back up. 

“Wilbur?”

Wilbur tears his eyes away from whatever he was looking at and glances back at you. “—Oh. Yeah. Nothing, we’re… lost my train of thought.”

You peer down into the darkness and spot an array of cobblestone and flags in the distance. 

Oh. You had forgotten that it was visible from this route. 

The banners on Schlatt’s grave, scrawled with graffiti from over the years, flapped silently in the wind. 

It’s no wonder he had gone silent— especially with that incident the last time Tommy visited the Tundra. 

“You ought to be careful around Quackity, Wilbur.” Philza and warned, sitting by the fire as Tommy raided his pantry for more honey bottles. 

“Nah, he’s no threat.” Wilbur said, stretching his limbs. “He’s all bark, no bite. Sure, he acts all tough, but he’s just like his country. All style, no substance.”

You heard Tommy snort. “No bite? Dude literally ate Schlatt’s heart at his funeral.”

Wilbur choked. “He what?” 

“Yeah, and I still have his lungs somewhere. Good times.” Tommy closed the pantry and began stuffing Phil’s belongings into his pockets. 

“I sure hope you didn’t do that at my funeral.” Wilbur snorts. “…How was it, by the way?”

Tommy’s movements freeze, and you avert your eyes. “How was what, again? Sorry, I wasn’t listening. Anyway, the, um, honey—-“

“My funeral.” Wilbur repeated, smile faltering. “Was it— like— how was it?”

“We, um…” Tommy couldn’t look his brother in the eye. “It was a— wiggly time back then. There was so much going on, and—-“

“Oh.” Wilbur’s smile had completely disappeared. 

“With—with— with rebuilding, and threats of further destruction—“

“Yeah.”

“We didn’t— we couldn’t—“

“Yeah. Okay.” Wilbur cleared his throat. “Okay. Alright! I get it.” He stood up, clapping his hands with a strained grin. “So! Phil, you said Technoblade was outside?”

“..Yeah.” Phil said. “He’s outside.”

Phil had barely the time to finish the sentence before Wilbur was gone, leaving a slamming door and a puff of frigid air in his wake. 

Wilbur Soot, the silvertongued General, Founder, Brother, Father, Son, lover—- had never gotten a funeral. 

Schlatt, on the other hand…

To everyone’s credit, Schlatt’s funeral had been more of a celebration, an opportunity for everyone he had wronged to spit, laugh, and dance on his grave. 

Well. Almost everyone. 

You glanced sideways at Wilbur, wondering if you should give it a shot. 

“Hey.” You say and his head snaps to you. “Cmere.” You take his hand and gently pull him off the path, heading to the gravesite. 

“Uh—“ Wilbur hesitates, clearly reluctant to approach the very object of his inner turmoil. “What are we doing?”

“Wait.” You scale the hill and pass by the worn benches, heading straight to where the marble tomb lay. 

“Uh, [Name]?” He repeats, laughing a little incredulously. “I don’t really understand why we’re—-“

“Shush!” You march right up to the coffin— and with two definitive stomp, stomps— climb right on top. Swiveling on the spot, you turn and hold a hand out to a dumbfounded Wilbur. “Cmere.”

He lets you pull him up, awkwardly finding his footing on the rectangular lid. “Uh, alright. Why— woah!”

You tug him closer, guiding his hands to your waist and wrapping yours around the back of his neck. 

Wilbur stares, and you stare back. 

Your confidence begins to falter— crap, this was a dumb idea. “Um. I just— thought we could dance? Yknow.. here?”

“Dance.” He echoed, a light beginning to dawn in his eyes. A smile spreads across his face— a lovestruck, wobbly smile— and he steps closer, pulling you to his chest as he buries his face in your neck, suppressing a laugh. “..Alright.” He murmurs against your skin, grinning like an idiot. 

“I know there’s no music, but—“

“It’s okay.” He says quietly, holding you close as you both sway to an inaudible tune. 

You let yourself melt into it, reaching a hand up to idly pet the back of his neck, playing with his hair. 

It’s less of a dance and more of a prolonged embrace since there isn’t much room for foot movement, but neither of you mind. 

You tilt your head to press a kiss to the stretch of jaw just below his ear, feeling his lips twitch into another smile against the crook of your neck. 

“I don’t deserve you.” He murmurs, so quiet it barely disturbs the silence around you. 

“You deserve the world.” You say. 

Wilbur lets out a puff of laughter, shaking his head against your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Mkay.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know. I’ll never understand, but I know.” He sighs, turning his head to rest his chin against your shoulder, staring out into the open fields behind you. 

“You’re not a bad person.” You move a hand to scratch at his scalp and he hums contentedly. “You may not have been a good one. ..Although, admittedly, this server hasn’t been the most.. conducive to good morals. You’re a person though, a human being, and all this—-“ you squeeze him tighter, kissing his jaw, “—-you deserve.”

He’s silent for a while. You let him think, rubbing circles into his back and pretend you don’t hear the quiet sniffles he tries to choke down. 

When Wilbur speaks again, his voice is steady, if not a little hoarse. “Do you, uh.. think I could be one?”

“A what? A good person, you mean?” You furrow your brow.

“Yeah. That.” 

Wilbur has always had different views of humanity than you do. He presented the world like a stage, bustling with heroes and villains, characters predestined by fate. Life was a story, and they were in center stage, the protagonists of it all, following a script until met with triumph or tragedy. It’s with these grand, romanticized views of reality that Wilbur had managed to win over so many people. Everyone loves a good story, after all. 

As a rigidly scientific mind, you never shared those sentiments. Humans were merely developed animals, that’s all. Each struggle would be lost and rendered meaningless to the sands of time, and so would the morals on which they stood. 

“I think you could.”  The night is getting colder and your feet are freezing, but neither of you are willing to leave this pocket of warmth you’ve created, heads tucked into necks and hands running through hair. 

“But you don’t believe good and bad people, do you? You never did.” Wilbur said quietly. 

“Maybe not. But I still think you could fit your definition of ‘good person’. You are kind. That’s a start.” You continue rubbing circles into his scalp, carefully twisting and combing the curls with your fingers. 

Wilbur doesn’t respond. He only lifts his head, trailing his lips in a pathway from your shoulder to your jaw, up your cheek to rest against your forehead. He stays like that, eyes closed for one, two, three heartbeats before he pulls away to look you in the eye. 

Wilbur’s  ears, nose, and eyes are tinged red, the first two from the cold and the last from silently crying into your shoulder. 

Both your hands and his cheek are frigid, but when you brush your thumb under his eye he leans into the touch anyway, not looking away from you for even a moment. 

He only closes his eyes when you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. 

It’s the collapsing of a star, pulled magnetically inwards, striving to be as close as physically possible. He’s cradling your face like it’s made of sugarglass and you treat him with equal gentleness, running a hand through his hair, mindlessly stepping backwards as he crowds your space, adjusting to get closer, closer because it’s still cold—-

You take one last step and suddenly there’s no more marble under your heel, and you pitch backwards, toppling off the tomb with a yelp. Wilbur follows suit, sprawling out on the grass next to you with grunt. 

Within seconds, you’re both wheezing with laughter, pulling each other closer and leaning back to rest

After catching his breath, Wilbur speaks. “We should do this more often.”

You don’t miss the tinge of sadness in his voice, and suddenly become very aware about how distant this relationship has gotten. It’s not neglected, by any means, but you can’t remember the last time you did something like this. 

(Actually, you can. The last time you danced like this was November 15th, 2020). 

But you opt for a more lighthearted tone. “What? Dance on this grave more often?”

“No, no— I mean yes, I’d love to make this our designated date spot— yknow?” He looks over at you with a sly grin. 

“Mm-hm. Maybe bring some music next time.” You smile back. 

“And a few blankets. Maybe some wine.” Wilbur leans a bit closer. 

“Picnic?” You whisper. 

“Definitely.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against yours. “But.. also in general. We could… have more dates, in general. It’s been a while.”

“Yeah. It has.” You murmur, closing your eyes as well. “…So, next Friday?”

 You feel him laugh softly. “Yeah! Yeah, next Friday sounds great.”

Unable to help yourself, you cup his cheek and pull him into a kiss. It’s a lot softer than the last kiss, lips lingering together as you both pull apart to breathe. 

“…I hope Schlatt’s fuming in hell right now.” Wilbur says quietly, eyes still closed and lips still close. 

“I bet he is.” 

[colorfull-cord]

Sadness

Ships: Wilbur x Y/N (female)

!WARNINGS!: crying, cussing

Summary: you start to cry on your birthday because no one has even talked to you and you start to break down but luckily your boyfriend was there to save the day

”RING RING” you hear your phone go off for the third time but alas it’s not for the reasons you thought it was for spam. After hours of waiting and waiting and waiting still nothing. You had lost all hope thinking that no one liked you. Later that night you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball on the floor of your bedroom. As tears were streaming down your face, your eyes pink and your face stained with your tears and the redness of your nose you hear a door open. As you hear it close you immediately get up and try to look presentable by wiping away your tears and trying to look happy. After a minute you walk out of the bedroom to see your boyfriend back from one of his blogging adventures with Tommy and George. “Hey love! I’m so sorry I wasn’t here! But I did bring something for you.” After that sentence he pulled out a bunch of flowers neatly wrapped in plastic with a little card on the side that read, “For my princess, I hope you had the most wonderful birthday ever and I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for it. But as always I love you so so so so sooo much baby. love, your best boyfriend ever, Wilbur” as you got done reading it you couldn’t help but go up and give him a big hug burying your head in his chest and start to cry. “Hey hey what’s wrong did you not like them?” Wilbur said as he got down on his knees. “No no they’re amazing it’s just- oh it’s nothing it’s stupid anyways..” you say looking down at your feet playing with your ring. “No it’s not nothing I can tell that you have been crying what’s wrong love?” He says as he walks you over to the couch and sits down with you. When you get situated you start to cry even more before you even start talking. “Well… you know it’s my birthday and everything *sniff* well… no one’s text *sniff* or even called me today. I just feel… left out. I mean there’s something’s on twitter but that doesn’t change anything.” You say as you start to sob even more. Wilbur cradles you in his arms putting you in his lap. “I’m so sorry about that love that’s terrible but hey at least you had your awesome boyfriend here and hey, I brought you flowers so that’s a bonus.” You giggle a little. “Hey how about we watch a movie together to get your mind off things, ok?” He says looking at you with the sweetest eyes ever. “Ok, that sounds great.” After picking out a movie and cuddling up together you fall asleep beside your boyfriend with his arm around your shoulder. After he notices your asleep he quickly pulled out his phone and tweeted out to all of yours and his friends about feeling left out on your birthday.

When you woke up you were laying on Wilbur’s lap with a blanket over you. After fully waking up you go to check your phone and see so many notifications from friends and twitter saying how they are so sorry for how they forgot and that it’s now marked in their calendar. You knew Wilbur had something to do with this and you felt great full to have such an amazing boyfriend, as he always says.

*heyyyy I made this on the 27th of April (my birthday) and I made this just because I felt left out and wanted someone to be there but no one was. Sorry I didn’t post it earlier I just got caught up with stuff.*

❤️💕🧚‍♂️

[toxicruins101]

"An eye for an eye"

Wilbur x male! Reader

Tw: blood, shouting swearing and gore, read at your own risk.

You had known Wilbur since before you could remember, you were there for him he was there for you.

One day Wilbur came to you with the idea to build a drug empire, you said sure and went on your merry way with him to look for recruits.

A few days later and you had done it, you had recruits, a van and everything else you could need what neither of you expected was for that little drug van to become a whole country

And so while everything progressed you stayed by Wilbur and became his right hand man in everything.

You were always there for him.

You thought he would always be there for you too.

Well, you were wrong.

"Wilbur?" you asked him with a sharp tone in your voice but fear was also very noticible

He had just lost the election and was banished from the country along with you and Tommy.

Tommy had gone god knows where, poor kids probably lost but you were more worried about yourself in the moment.

Wilbur was looking down holding his arm since it was bleeding, he was angry.

"how could you let it happen?" asked Wilbur averting his stare at you instead of the floor, his eyes showing no emotion.

"what?" you asked, what did he mean by that? You had done nothing wrong, had you?

"how could you let me loose?" asked Wilbur his eyes staying the same but his tone was sharper and filled with rage, betrayal almost.

"what? Wilbur what are you talking about?" you had done nothing, you did what you could, it wasn't your fault he didn't win!

"you said you would guarantee we would win, that we would stay at the top, that there was nothing to worry about." said Wilbur venom dripping in his voice, he was really mad

"yeah I did, and I did try my best Wilbur, I got almost everyone to vote for us, how can you blame me for Schlatts and Quackitys desicion? It wasn't my fault you know?!" you said, anger lacing your words you weren't just gonna let Wilbur walk all over you and blame you for something that was in no way whatsoever in your control, that's just absurd!

"you promised me, and I don't appreciate liars." His voice was cold and deadly, even with the monotone tone of voice he used you couldn't help but feel threatened, who wouldn't if you had to look at a dangerous, powerful, man in the eyes who showed nothing, leaving his actions or intentions a complete mystery to someone who was stuck in your current position.

You stayed silent as Wilbur took a step closer too you. He opened a small leather bag he carried on his belt, his hand going slower in your mind the complete opposite of what's happening in real life.

He dragged out a black and gold fountain pen, he slowly removed the cap making a clinging sound once it hit the rock floor you were both standing on.

You only stared at him, unable to move as if your body was no longer connected to your brain and didn't listen to it's commands, the person you saw before you wasn't your best friend, the man you had joked and stayed side by side with all these years wasn't the same as the one standing before you.

He took a look at the pen and then at you, something going through his mind that you couldn't even start of thinking to figure out.

All of his thought, intentions, moves, were all a mystery, you couldn't read him as well you could just an hour ago, and it scared you but your body still refuses to run or try to talk him out of whatever he was thinking of.

"Such a shame, this was my favorite pen." He spoke but before you could even register or understand his words your left eye felt a giant unbearable pain.

You screamed out and your body moved backwards without you telling it too as you held your eye, tears threatening to spill as blood came pouring out like a waterfall, the pen stuck in the middle of your now blind eye bringing waves and waves of pain shooting through your body like crazy as your blood decorated it's beautiful shape and structure.

The gold and black shining in the fire's light as Wilbur stared at your injured form, he knelt down and picked up the pen's cap, slowly making his way towards your tensed and trembling form.

Your knees had buckled in pain and you were looking at the ground through gritted teeth and sharp breaths as you tried to overcome the pain.

You heard footsteps and looked up, as you were almost falling on the floor, at the other man who was standing once again in front of you, that same blank less look on his face.

He reached out and you thought he was going to help you, instead he just gripped the pen and pulled it out, your eye going with it.

You screamed in pain and knelt completely on the floor, tears starting to spill and join your blood on the ground as your breaths only become long, deep, ones, the pain you were feeling was worse than any other you've could've ever or have felt.

Wilbur looked at what remained of your eye on the pen and took it off with a disgusted look, he closed the pen with a slight 'click!' and stared at the crimson liquid staining it's form.

He stared at it in disgust and threw it at your vulnerable figure still lying on the ground, as it rolled onto the floor and into the puddle of your tears and blood only becoming bigger and bigger by the second.

"here, keep it, you already ruined it." He practically spat out as he looked at you, you slowly looked up at him and saw him walking away leaving you in the floor discarded.

Your eyes became heavy and your blood wouldn't stop falling you removed your hand from your eye and fainted as your l'manburg uniform stained itself on the mess below you.

'M/n L/n was slained by Wilbur Soot

Two lives remaining'

You slowly woke up as your eye was blinded by the bright shine of the lights, you sat up and noticed you were on a bed in a, cave or, ravine?, You couldn't really tell, you looked down at your form and noticed you were changed into your normal clothes instead of the l'manburg uniform, which you assumed was ruined because of the...fight...you had with Wilbur, if you could call it that.

You simply stared at the wall Infront of you, half of your vision cut in half, this was going to take a lot of getting used to and if you were being honest, you didn't want to, you wanted your old vision and eye back, you wanted to be normal once more but what happened happened, there's no point in crying over it.

You heard someone coming in and looked at the new duo who now stared at you shocked.

"Y/n! Your alive you son of a bitch! You worried me!." Spoke the blonde kid you knew as tommy as he ran over to you and pulled you into a hug, a smile on his features and exciment in his voice, his hug firm but gentle.

You let the boy hug you as you caught a glimpse of his gold hair just outside your outer vision, you hugged him back and closed your eyes shut not wanting to remember how you got into this position the first place.

The boy pulled away and smiled at you rambling on about something but you could only concentrate on the pink haired killer still in the doorway, looking rather bored as if waiting for the kid to calm down or just wanting to go home.

He met your gaze and glared, his eyes shining red, you only continued staring, you weren't scared, why should you be? He would never kill you even if he says he will, he won't, you mean to much to his little brother to do so.

Tommy stopped mid sentence and saw your guys' staring contense, he dead panned and started to be obnoxious to get your guys attention.

Techno covered his ears because of the volume erupting from his brother as you sighed and leaned back into the comfortable bed and closed your eye, everything going black as the arguing of the two brothers became background noise.

You woke up and stared at your ceiling back in your house, it's been more than a year since pogtopia and you had already grown used to your limited vision.

It's a given that everything has changed, Wilbur died, l'manburg was destroyed, Dream got locked in the prison, a new guy joining his name was Ranboo, at least you think it was.

You couldn't care less, ever since Wilbur died you stopped caring, the only reason you stook around was for Wilbur and now he was dead and in the form of a, rather annoying, ghost, after his death you stopped caring, you couldn't leave the dsmp so you just, gave up.

But Wilbur did seem to like you in his ghost form, of course he didn't have any negative thoughts so he didn't know your injury was caused by him so when you told him, he apologized for a day straight and gave you a lot of blue but it did make him back off a little, so hey, a win in your book.

But you hadn't seen the ghostly form of your former friend for a while and that did make you curious.

You heard a slight 'ping!' from your side and looked at a message sent by tommy, the poor kid went through hell your surprised he's still standing.

'Y/n, meet me at sunset on the l'manburg ruins, I have someone you need to see.' the message sent by the blonde seemed important even with the lack of words that were written down.

You replied with an 'ok' and got ready for your day, putting away your sword and other weapons in your chest, a certain pen that has stuck with you over the years tucked away in your belt.

The day progressed without a single problem and soon enough it was sunset.

You made your way through the path you made, observing the once beautiful city now only be ruins in front of you

You walked and walked, on the glass, hovering over a giant fall if broken

You saw the figure of the kid you came here too see, he saw you and waved at you, you gave a tired smile back raising your hand as to greet him back.

"Y/n! Look who came back!" Said the blonde happily and clearly cheered up, you looked at his side and saw the man you'd never thought you'd see again

The world seemed to slow down and everything just, paused, eyes widened in shock as a taunting smile caressed the dead mans features, his eyes blood red and a large patch of dead skin on the side of his face as though it had been sewed on like a patch on broken clothes and patches.

A long coat following his deathly quiet steps and red lense glasses matching the color of his eyes, you thought he died, you though you were finally free of the menace who took your eye and best feature of yourself as well as the most useful one.

You couldn't believe your eye and ears as that devil voice crawled it's way into your brain and thoughts

"Hello y/n, long time no see, but I'm guessing that's more accurate to you, no?" Spoke the voice of the man, taunting you and clearly speaking about the fatal injury he caused you.

The way he spoke like he was so high and mighty, how he was proud of putting you through hours of suffering, how he was able to hurt the man who never once left his side and still have pride in it as if it wasn't sinful and repulsive of him.

Everything about him angered you and rage boiled in your veins and blood, as you shut your first closed, nails digging deep in your palms as blood started seeping out

Wilbur glanced at your hand and saw the blood slowly seeping out as it made a slight 'click!' sound when it hit the glass floor

He smiled and made eye contact with you, you acted faster than his brain could process and felt an excruciating pain emit from his eye.

He grabbed it in hopes to stop the bleeding as tears fell from his non injured eye.

Tommy was screaming at you but he could barley hear it because of his head pounding like crazy, his teeth were gritted and his tears were falling as you made your way to him.

He looked at up at you, his cocky facade disappearing as his tears decorated his gorgeous face, you smiled down at him as his blood decorated the pen just like yours did all those years ago.

You kneeled down and took the pen out, his eye following suit, he yelled in pain and fell completely now leaning on your shoulder for any type of support.

Tommy just looked at the scene in shock as you threw what remained of the eye following in his footsteps from all those years ago.

Except you didn't leave him stranded, you put the pen away and hugged him as he sobbed from the pain in your shoulder

Blood slowly staining your clothes, creating a beautiful crimson trace as his sobs were covered by your shoulder

You took a bandage and lifted his chin as he looked at you, you smiled at him, intoxicatingly sweet.

"An eye for an eye"

You said as more tears fell from the man and you put the bandages over the side of his face now missing an eye.

[joviepog]

Materialist:

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

( Click on anything underlined to read! :D )

Wilbur soot ♪

A new start -Wilbur comforts you after a breakup

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

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

Meant to be -You and Wilbur meet on a plane

Comforting tunes -Wilbur helps you after surgery

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

Sad neighbor -You help Wilbur after you hear him crying

Late night walks -you ramble about stars to Wilbur

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

(Blurbs)

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

Sleepy Wilbur -Literally just sleepy wilbur

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

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

Ballet reader x janitor wilbur -Wilbur watches you dance

Swing dancing with wilbur -Literally just swing dancing with Wilbur

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

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

With all my love -Musicianbur makes you a song

Made it -You and wilbur both win Grammys!

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

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

Lovely night - You make wilbur a little date

(Siren)

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

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

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

(Series)

Click. -Your lifelong friendship with Wilbur turns into more

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Tommyinnit ッ

Cuddles -You become jealous but Tommy is there to help

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Multiple People ❥

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

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Young Coriolanus:

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

(Blurbs)

In love -coming soon!

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

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because we're friends | simpbur

~2.4k words / i tried my best to make it gender neutral reader but if there's any mistakes, feel free to let me know. [after hanging out with a friend and getting caught in the rain, simpbur takes his friend to his apartment to stay for the night. and he can't be normal and his friend knows.] 18+, minors do not interact.

You were just staying the night, for the night only. It’s pouring and you both walked here and both of you are broke idiots, he chants inside of his head, whatever could happen won’t happen. To take advantage of you while you’re helpless and with a dead phone? The temptation is there, his fingers twitch in his lap, the two of you sitting across from each other on his discounted couch.

You were just a friend who was just staying the night. Just that.

And yet, his mind runs from him. Because watching you watch some random movie, the flashing lights on your face only highlights what he likes seeing. Likes the dips and curves of your face, the way your eyelashes bat at him when you beg him to buy you something at the store. The way you pout at him. Fuck. He can’t stop looking at your mouth now. His mind runs from him and he can’t stop imagining you with spit-slick lips, bruised lips, lips wrapped around-

“-rything alright there, Wilby?” And the fucking nickname, his face burns. He lets out a low hum, focusing back on reality, looking you in the eyes. You’re not that concerned, only noticed his staring just now, most likely not aware how long he has been. (The answer being the entire time you’ve been watching your show.)

“Good. Just thinking.” Mhm, thinking he is, alright. But you smile, nodding and looking back to the screen, wiggling in your seat as you get comfortable. You send him a look as you stuff your feet underneath his legs. They’re cold, he notices and he can’t handle the effect you have on him. Fuck’s sake, your feet are only underneath his legs, but you’re touching him. Willingly, and willingly leaving yourself vulnerable. In no less than a second could he pin you down and work his fingers inside you, bruise your lips anyway he’d like. Because you trust him.

Both his fingers and his dick twitches.

And because you trust him, you end up scooting closer to him and his chest heaves with impure thoughts and desires. You don’t notice though. Switching the way you’re seated leaves you leaning against his side, with his arm tucked awkwardly behind you. But even then, you hum to yourself before reaching behind and pulling on his hand, wrapping it around your waist. His fingers graze uncovered skin by your stomach. He nearly jerks back before he forces himself to relax.

And his mind races. This position you’ve put yourself in. Tucking yourself into his side and wrapping yourself in him, letting him touch your bare skin. His heart pounds inside of his chest and he almost hopes you can feel him sporting a boner. He wants to shove his hand down your pants, up your shirt, in your mouth, fuck, the options were endless. More than anything, he wanted to push your face into the couch cushion and fuck you till you begged him to stop. And so again, his fingers twitch and you jerk away, giggling. “Sorry,” he mumbles, already pulling his hand away.

You shake your head, pulling on his hand again and even pushing it onto more uncovered skin, pushing your shirt up a little more. “I’m just ticklish.” And you twist your face a little just to smile at him.

He had so many questions, they’re just threatening to spill out of his mouth and fumble the wording and fuck everything up. But most of them are lewd and unbecoming of the friendship you’ve allowed him. Still, his fingers twitch and this time you relax as he flexes them, flattening them against your skin.

His own skin feels aflame, sensitive to every movement you make and he can’t even tell what the show was about. What they’re saying, who they are, they’re all lost to him.

And he misses a question. “Sorry, I spaced out- what did you say?” He tries to be casual but your next words send a shock through his veins.

“I’m not even surprised, I said, Wilbur- are you gonna keep staring at me or are you going to do something about it?” And his bones turn into stone, everything about him freezes and he can’t move. As if he had ice in his system and not blood.

“What can- what can I do?” His breathing starts again but it’s heavy, his head light from the lack of breathing and blood flow. Unknowingly, his hand presses harder against your skin.

“You mean besides killing me?” You laugh but his mind moves ahead of him, even thinking of that too. His dick jumps at the thought of you, bleeding, staring at him. And he pushes it away, no, no he wouldn’t. Not when you’ve just given him explicit permission to- to-

Fucking hell.

Shifting in his seat, he keeps his hand on your skin, relishes it more now. But his other hand moves to wrap around your middle too, pulling you into his chest. “So I can- you’ll let me-” he cuts himself off as he presses into your back, feeling the full force of your soap hit him. The lotion you’ve told him about. He presses his nose and mouth hard against the skin between your shoulder and neck, breathing and moaning as he breathes out. Months of pining, months of looking at you, months of jerking off to you, months of wet dreams and months of pushing all of that away-

He can stop pushing the thoughts away, indulge in them a little. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asks, one hand pressing on your stomach and the other slipping up to your chest, the fabric of your shirt hardly holds him back.

“This being?” Your voice hitches as his fingers graze your nipple, pinching, pulling, flicking.

“Touching you.” And his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, not so much squeezing as much as it’s just touching. Your skin is just so fucking soft. And it smells good. He can’t ever imagine being anywhere else anymore. And just as fast as he wrapped his hand around your throat, it slithers back down, both hands coming up to grope your chest, mouth moving as he licks the light sweat on your skin. Why you would wear a sweater to his apartment when there’s no air conditioning, is behind him, but it only serves him. He moans at the taste of salt, of sweat. Licks your skin in small circles, loving the taste of you.

Nudging your head to the side, he loves the way your chest heaves, the way soft whines and pants come out of you, loves to tweak the buds in between his knuckles and sucking at your neck, biting and kissing and moaning at the sounds that come out because of him.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?” He asks, and he doesn't mean to, almost regrets it because wouldn’t that be a thought, to surprise you when he pulls your shorts down and shoves his cock inside of you. Oh, it’s so good, his dick jumps and he presses his body more into your back, nearly toppling the two of you over, and this way you can feel his dick against your back.

“Can you last that long?” Probably not but the way you tease him, it has him groaning against your wet skin, smelling so much like his spit.

“Don’t need to,” he mumbles, licking his way back up your neck and pressing closer, leans further to lick the skin of your jaw. Your head tilts back into his shoulder so nicely, he just has to suck a bruise into the skin there. And when he shoves his hand into your sweats, your mouth drops open and your eyes blink several times but they stay dilated.

“Wilb- fuck, Wilbur,” you whine as your hand reaches behind you, knocking his beanie off of his head and tugging on his hair. His mouth comes off of your skin as he moans, his hips jerking and rocking into your back. “If you keep touching me like that, I won’t- fuck, fuck, fuck.” He didn't care what the end of that sentence was going to be, he needed to hear what you sound like when you come. When he makes you come.

“Just like that, baby,” he mumbles, unable to close his eyes, pushing past the burning in his wrist as you whine right into his ear, your hips twitching and jerking on their own too as you make a mess over his fingers, his hand. You would’ve fallen face first into the cushion if he wasn’t holding you so close to him. “Just like that.”

The hand with you all over it goes right up to his mouth, licking every groove of his skin that’s covered in come, licking it all away and moaning at the taste. (The sight of which makes your insides burn, however boneless you are.)

In the next minute, he’s wiping the spit off of his hand on his own sweats, tugging at your sweater, which you take off gladly, and he shoves his hand between your body and your sweats, shoving them down. He feels your body shiver, bumps rising on your skin but all he feels is the intense burning of want, of need. He needs to be inside you right now, it drives him crazy.

“I’m so- so fucking close right now, I need you to tell me where I can come.” It’s like pulling teeth, speaking those words. You said anything, and fuck, maybe he might ignore whatever answer you have and come inside. His dick is so hard, he needs to be inside of you. He’s losing his fucking mind.

It’s as if you can hear his thoughts, or maybe he’s just saying them as they come, it doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is the grip tightening around his hair and you breathing out the word inside. The fucking butterflies he just felt. Fuck.

Shoving his pants down enough to pull his dick out, he smears pre-cum between your legs, your thighs, thrusting between them and the both of you moaning, it’s fucking bliss.

The moment he slips inside of you- he curses, you’re squeezing so tight around his cock, his mind blanks and he can only squeeze an arm around your stomach, the other one is squeezing the meat of your thigh, trying anything to hold back from blowing his load so fast when he just got his dick inside. “Fuck, f- I need a second,” and you’re breathlessly agreeing, squeezing his forearm, tugging his hair, whimpering in his ear. It’s almost too much entirely.

The pleasure doesn’t die down, but he manages to breathe through it, focusing on kissing your sweaty skin. And after a brief moment, you let go of his arm to pat it, asking if he’d be able to move now, leaning all of your weight onto him.

The first thrust out blinds him, pushing back in punches the breath out of his lungs. The way you’re breathing, sounds like you’re just as affected as him. He hopes, in a distant thought, that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Hopes that by the end of this, when the two of you are spent and exhausted and filthy, you’ll let him touch you again.

Minutes go by after slow jerks of his hips and then you whine, asking if he could go faster and fuck if his hips didn’t snap and the sound of skin smacking against skin, it’s enough to make the both of you groan. Fucking you, on his couch by the way, is the main wet dream. And the fact it’s happening right now? He’d come right then and there if he hadn’t worked so hard to come down from just that. Setting a much faster, a bit brutal pace, he’s hurtling towards his orgasm quickly, he can feel it.

“Let go of my hair,” he gasps, and as soon as you do, accidentally letting go of his forearm, he pushes on your shoulder and back, adjusting as needed as he works up to what he wanted to do earlier. Pressing your face into the cushion and fucking you like he’d die if he stopped. Your moans shift into sobs when he reaches around your front, burning at both ends.

And in a moment, in a flash, he squeezes your hip and leans over you, groaning as he spills come inside of you. He gives a few shallow thrusts, moaning over and over. And he stays there for a second, softening as he pulls out but groans anyways, the sight of his come spilling out of your hole? He acts without thinking, pushing two fingers to keep them in and your cries pull him out of his fuzzy head.

“Are you feeling okay?” He hums your name, pulling out his fingers and rubbing over your skin. Covering it in filth. His heart only pounds harder, he gets up from behind you, letting you lay on the couch. Fuck, seeing your hazy eyes, seeing you in a space he put you in from fucking you alone? He tries his best, grabs the blanket he’d tossed on the back of the couch and wipes you down, stomping the bubbling feeling of something good in his chest as you whine from the touch. “Here, let me take you to bed,” dropping the blanket, he tries his best to help you up before biting his lip and picking you up, hurrying to his room as quickly as possible. He wasn’t the strongest guy out there, and if he dropped you in his attempt to help? When he fucked you- and didn’t that give him butterflies to think about, fucking you hard enough your legs are jelly.

It doesn’t take long for you to come down, wherever you went, and by then, you’re ready to sleep. He thought about tucking you in, because what sight that would be, but the thought of waking up to you in the morning? Maybe fucking you in your sleep if he woke up, hell, you fucking him awake, riding him and using him like he used you? It makes him bite down on his lip to hold back a moan as he slips into bed behind you. And it melts his insides whenever you shift to turn in your sleep, tucking yourself into his chest. Sighing deeply.

He’s so far gone on you.

[simpleeshea]

On the clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader

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Chapter 8

It’s okay, I’m a cheap date.

Tw: alcohol

"So then hold me."

He said this and my mind drew a blank. Wilbur’s watery eyes watched as a breath caught itself in my throat latching onto the inner-workings of my skin like tiny knives, desperate to not be released. I watched as his arms awkwardly motioned open. He was letting me in, he was allowing himself to be vulnerable toward me. And not just in an emotionally vulnerable way. No. Wilbur was standing just a few feet away with his arms shakily outstretched offering to let me.

I hesitated. I hesitated and I hated myself for it. Wilbur’s arms fell flat to his side but just as they did I took quick steps and wrapped my arms around him. It wasn’t my first time hugging him today, but this time it was different. This time Wilbur had offered himself up to me instead of it being a spontaneous act on my part as a way to cheer him up. This was Wilbur actively saying with his actions that he wanted to let me help him, to let me be there for him. His body was taut under my arms before he released a breath and relaxed into the hug, bringing his arms around my body as well to hug me back. He was cold, so cold. It was no wonder to me now as to why he always wears his giant coat. My head pressed hard against his chest, holding him close as a way to say that I would never let him go... never let him fall down the path he had once before. Wilbur was not a lost cause. Even if he stopped believing in himself long ago, I will never stop trying to hold him up, never stop my belief that he can be better, that he is better than who he was before.

"Wilbur?" I asked with a voice muffled into his chest.

"Hmm?" he mused softly, seeming for once completely at ease even though I could hear the small cracking of his voice through his soft and barely perceivable tears.

"What do you say we get out of here?"

He took a small step back but his hands trailed down from my back to hold my elbows. I assumed he did this just so he could still feel the warmth and comfort of my hold as my hands still rested softly on the dips of his waist.

It was at this moment I looked up into his sad brown eyes. They were watering over with salty tears, a few already stained to his cheek. Without thinking I reached up with my hand and wiped his cheek, letting my hand rest on his cold skin for a bit longer before bringing it back to his waist.

"Yeah, I would like that."

I hadn't really put much thought into where we would go. It was just a spontaneous ask. An ask because I knew the headachingly lit lights and whirling sounds of the gas station were far from what Wilbur needed right now. I was far from what Wilbur needed right now. But I would have to suffice. I was hesitant to ask my next question, not because I was embarrassed by my lifestyle but more because I didn't want to make Wilbur uncomfortable, but I still went forward with the question. "We could go back to my place?" Wilbur blinked once at my offer, a small tear trickling down his face as he did. "I know you said getting drunk twice in one work week was a bad idea... but I think you're worth the exception. At least just this once," I tried to laugh halfheartedly.

Slowly a small smile began to form on his lips as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "That sounds wonderful," his voice was a bit stronger now, still though, I could hear the pain in the back of his throat as if he ached to scream to the world about his apathy.

My face lit up. I wasn't terribly excited about showing off my small apartment but I knew that Wilbur of all people would never judge me for my state of living.

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After I finally made it to the apartment complex with Wilbur tailing behind me, I got out of my beat-up truck and slammed the door hard to make sure it shut all the way before locking it. Wilbur had parked right beside me. His car wasn't anything special either, but it at least looked to be in better condition than mine. I turned and looked at Wilbur as I led him up the stairs, "Sooo..." I hesitated.

"Sooo?" he asked.

"You're gonna have to stand outside for just a second before I let you in so I can make sure it's clean." And before you ask, yes, yes I did clean before leaving. But I was in a hurry to leave when Wilbur asked me to come in and help, which means I left my clothes from before work scattered on the floor.

"Oh okay, that's alright," it was clear to see he felt awkward, which I planned to fix as soon as I could.

I stepped inside right after unlocking my apartment door and quickly scooped the clothes off of the floor and threw them into my hamper. After that, I tossed on a new shirt and pants that weren't stained with an assortment of slushie flavors and then quickly brushed out my hair. "Work air," I rolled my eyes and scoffed before quickly rushing to open the door for Wilbur. His eyes locked onto me as I huffed slightly being out of breath from just running around. "Say hello to my mojo dojo casa house," I joked slightly, not even sure if he would get the reference.

He laughed slightly under his breath, I still wasn't certain if he got the joke and cursed myself for saying something that stupid.

"The Barbie movie was really good," he said adding to the conversation. A breath of relief fell from my mouth as he said that, I suddenly felt a lot better about my joke. Wilbur was good at that: unknowingly taking my anxieties and tossing them in the trash.

"Yeah!" I perked up with a smile as I went into my small kitchen and reached up into a small cabinet reaching for a bottle of cheap wine. "You can sit wherever," I quickly motioned to around the room before continuing on to say, "I actually sobbed watching Barbie, though."

Wilbur nodded and watched as I poured wine into a glass for him and I. "I can see why, it's a lighthearted movie that still brings forth a serious message."

A small warm smile crept up onto my face, pleasantly delighted that he understood. Green flag. I handed him his glass to which he smiled and thanked me before taking a small swig of the red liquid. His brows contorted as he smacked his lips together. "It's shit isn't it?" I laughed and he nodded.

"Yeah, that's bad," he said as he tried to get the taste out of his mouth, "really bad."

I laughed more at his reaction, seeing as he was so repulsed by the red liquid. I lifted my glass to my lips taking a big swallow of it and squinting hard as it burned its way down my throat and chest. I shook my head and gagged. "You're wrong," I wanted to cry, "It's terrible." I sat the glass down and listened to Wilbur snicker in the background and take another drink of the horrible liquid. I turned and gave Wilbur a hard side-eye, to which he only laughed more, nearly spitting out his drink at the look I sent his way.

"How much is the alcohol content in this?" he asked, staring down at the fermented drink as he swirled it around.

"About thirty percent, I think, maybe twenty-five. I'm not too for certain but it's pretty old... and not like the aged kind of old."

Wilbur shook his head as he took another drink, to no one's surprise, it was still bad. "How long have you had that?" his voice sounded disgusted as he asked.

"Since I moved out," I answered quite plainly before taking a small and agonized sip.

"And how long ago was that?"

"You don't even wanna know," my lips formed into a smirk until my eyes focused on the fact that Wilbur was still in his gas station uniform, which was known for having an itchy collar. "Do you want something to change into?" I asked.

"Uhm," Wilbur looked down at his clothes as if he hadn't even noticed, "Yeah sure, if you have something. If not then don't worry about it."

I shrugged, not sure myself if I did have anything that could fit that beanstalk of a man. "Let me look right quick." I sat my drink down on the table and stood up to go look inside my closet. Wilbur's eyes followed as he took another pained sip and I dug around through my small collection of clothes. Suddenly my eyes locked on something that looked big enough. My face lit up in excitement before quickly shoving all of my other clothes out of the way to reveal the hoodie. But slowly as I realized just whose the hoodie was my eyes dimmed. I pulled it off the hanger anyway and tossed it to Wil.

"Oh, so you do have something," Wilbur said slightly surprised.

"That tends to happen when people leave shit at your house," I shrugged trying to ignore the pressure that was forming in my chest. Quickly, I picked my glass back up and drank up the remaining liquid to cancel out the pressure in my chest with a new kind of burn. Wilbur glanced at the hoodie for a moment before taking off his shirt. I watched dumbfounded for a second before covering my eyes with my hand. Wilbur didn't seem to notice or care for my reaction. My mind went numb, and it wasn't because 'Oh mY gOsH, I jUsT sAw HiM sHIrTlEsS', No. It was, oh my gosh, I just saw him shirtless and he has a giant scar in his lower stomach. I felt my stomach sink in a deep sickness. I could feel the whirling of burning liquid deep in my gut just waiting for the perfect moment to come back out of my throat. Wilbur tossed the hoodie over his head and slipped his long arms inside. I bit my lip to try to keep it from quivering as I saw the hoodie. It had been in that closet for god knows how long just collecting dust. I almost burned it after everything that had happened… but I refused to be one of those crazy psycho ex partners even if I am just a bit crazy . Wilbur looked over at as if he seemed to wanted to say something but he was holding himself back. Finally he said, “You have any cigarettes by chance?” I knew that wasn’t what he was originally going to say. Wilbur never hesitated to ask me for a smoke, especially considering how often I bum off of him.

I looked around the room before remembering that I smoked my last one. “No…” my voice trailed off before I remembered something and quickly stood up. I was surprised by how dizzy I felt for a moment but ignored it as I ran over to my paint-chipped nightstand and rummaged through the drawer before pulling out a small device.

I took a quick hit from the cool grape flavored nic-stick as I liked to call it before tossing it over to him. “I have this though.”

Wilbur’s eyes seemed to slowly light up, I could tell the alcohol was starting to hit him too. “Rightttt, from when you tried to switch over.” He laughed, “That didn’t last long.”

“Yeah I hated having to charge it,” I said shaking my head before going to sit back down at my small table and pouring another glass of shit wine.

“Really? In surprised it’s alive then,” he said before tossing it back over to me as I took a long hit from the device only for it to not work.

“You jinxed it…” my voice pouted as I slapped the vape down on the table.

Wilbur laughed wholeheartedly, it was a pleasant change to the tears from earlier today. A groan fell from my mouth as I got up to find a charger and plug it in. My mind was hazy and it felt like an animation with missing frames. “Hey y/n,” Wilbur asked catching my attention. I turned my heavy head toward him as I felt the charger click into place inside the device.

“Yeah, Wilbur?”

“Do you think I could ever actually apologize to Tommy?”

I sat for a second on the bed and looked at him as he sat at the table. He was tipsy, I could see it very clearly despite the rest of my vision being far from clear. I sighed softly before saying, “Wilbur… do you think you think you can?”

He seemed taken aback by the question, as if he hadn’t expected the tables to turn on him. “Well I-“ he paused, searching the room as if it could give him the answer. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you can.”

“What?” his words fell softly and brokenly.

“I know that you can, Wilbur,” I beamed at my own cheesiness and Wilbur could tell I was trying to make him smile. “Of course you can, maybe not nowwww… but you will, eventually.” I shrugged taking the vape off of the charger for a moment to get a good hit in before tossing it across the room hoping Wilbur could catch it in his dizzying state. And he didn’t. But thankfully it fell on the carpeted part of the floor to which he picked it up.

Wilbur in his hazy state bent over to pick up the small purple device and bring it to his lips. "Thanks, Y/n," he said in a whisper as smoke came rolling out from his lips.

I nodded before standing up and walking over to sit across from Wilbur at the table. I threw my head back with glass in hand, taking a big drink feeling as it burned its way down. I shook my head disapprovingly of the taste. "We should play a game," I say simply, feeling bored.

"Like what?" Wilbur said with thick a thick voice.

"I dunnoooo," I drawled, "Just a game."

Wilbur took another long hit from the vape before sliding it across the table back over to me. I felt my head grow heavy so I slumped it onto the table just barely peeking up at the fluffy-haired man through my arms. A random thought popped into my head, it was only just for a moment, but just a moment was enough for my far from sober state to blurt it aloud. "You're eyes are so pretty."

Completely forgetting about my game question Wilbur looked down at me with a strange look on his face only for it to slowly turn into a smirk. "Really?" his voice was heavy, we were both clearly drunk at this point. "What else?"

"Pardon?" I asked genuinely lost.

Wilbur smirked, standing up slowly from his chair and coming behind me. I felt a chill tingle in my spine as he stood there for a moment before he slowly bent forward his chest pressingly slightly against my back leaving my breath to be caught in my throat. My eyes went wide as I felt him against me until I saw his hand snake over and grab the vape sitting right in front of me on the table. He just wanted the nic-stick, was the conclusion I came to, but as he leaned back with vape in hand he asked again, "What else do you think about me?"

I turned in my chair giving him a confused look as he only seemed to smirk wider before putting the device to his lips and blowing out smoke from his nose. I turned back and took another drink of wine, knowing that it was a need in this moment. My glass hit the table with a small thud as I sat it down. My mind was far too hazy to think about anything at all and it only got worse as Wilbur's hand moved to rest on my shoulder from behind me. His arm reached around with vape in hand, he held the device to my mouth and despite the uneasiness I felt, I still sucked in the metallic vapor and felt as it slowly rushed to my brain. It felt as though he was trying to get me nic high and drunk so he could hear exactly everything I thought about him. "Am I being interrogated?" I said hazily.

Wilbur chuckled deeply, "No. Just curious."

"mmmm," I mused, taking the vape from him and hopping up to throw it back on the charger in my bed. His eyes watched each step I took. "So you want to know what else I think?"

He nodded, taking what remained in my wine glass and gulping it down quickly.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Wilbur shrugged, "Anything at all," he went on further to say, "I want to know how your pretty little head sees me."

I could feel the heat rise to my face even though I wasn't even too sure it was a compliment in my state. My eyes slowly trailed to stare at the wall while my brain wandered in deep thought. "I think you're really tall," I said confidently. "Fuckin' beanstalk," I mumbled.

Wilbur's brows rose and his eyes went wide before falling back to a resting position and his lips forming into a smirk. Slowly he approached the bed and sat down beside me, reaching over his hand just barely grazing my upper thigh as he leaned over in close again to reach for the device on the charger. "What was that last part," he whispered lowly as he reached in and as he pulled away he finished by saying, "I didn't quite catch it."

I stared at him, my head was throbbing and the room felt like it was spinning. In this state I didn't give too shits... maybe that was why I enjoyed being drunk so much, I could speak my mind and I didn't worry so much about what others thought. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I said...FUCKIN' BEANSTALK" the last few words were yelled into his ear. I leaned backward in a fit of laughter, laying back on my pillow as I giggled and Wilbur grumbled about me yelling in his ear.

He shot me a dirty look before giving me a quick slap to the arm.

"Owwww," I pouted.

"You're fine," he huffed out angrily. I gave him a side-eyed look before crossing my arms and turning away from him. He stared at me as I looked away from him, staring indignantly at the boring wall. "You're so beautiful." I blinked once before his hand snaked over to cup my cheek and turn it to face him. "You deserve to know that," he said softly. "Sometimes I don't think you realize the effect you have on others."

"What-" I stared at him in confusion, bringing my hand to his on my cheek and moving it down to hold it in my lap, "What do you mean?"

He offered me a warm smile, "You try to act like you have all of your shit together all of the time... You smile and laugh, trying to make sure everyone else is happy before worrying about yourself. You're so genuine... I think that's what I really like about you, Y/n."

I was completely and utterly lost. HUH?! ME? Genuine??? I laughed, "Wilbur you do realize you know like nothing about me? I can't bring myself to share with you who I actually am... You're-" I paused shaking my head in crazed laughter, "You're so much stronger than I am. You've gone through so much. So much! Way worse than I have and you can still share it with me- with the world."

Wilbur's face morphed into a frown, "But you still have the strength to smile... to make me smile," he said drunkenly. "I wasn't," he gave a small exhale, fumbling with his hands in his lap. He blinked hard before saying, "I wasn't happy before you came into my life. When I'm at work, I feel as though I'm the happiest I've been in a long time... and it's all because of you."

I was gobsmacked... and a little upset knowing I probably wouldn't remember much of this conversation in the morning. My body was swaying and my head spinning, "Wilbur I-"

"You don't have to say anything," he said with a warm smile cutting me off as he spoke, "You just needed to know."

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To this day I can't recall much else from that night. Even most of that was just how I assume my brain filled in the gaps, what I had come to believe as truth to what had happened that night. The only thing I know for a fact is that I woke up with Wilbur beside me in bed, cuddled up next to my frame.

A/N

Rip to my icy grape nic stick, she will be missed.

Anywhore, I'm alive. After a bit of health issues, I'm back and working again.

[mysticalsoot]

you changed, it's good

A/N; soooo ive kinda been in a writing slump so take this fic thats been building dust in my docs- also tysm for 300!! hopefully ill come up w smth for it lol- I have no clue how to process that information omf

summary; months after wilbur's revival and his reunion with you and the daughter you share (that he didn't know about), you let out pent emotions and have a heartfelt talk with wilbur

tw// swearing, not lore accurate, im a wilbur apologist shush, children, suicidal mentions maybe? lmk if i missed anything

words; 1.8k

pairings; c!wilbur x gn!reader (they're parents), revivedbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

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The time since Wilbur’s death and revival may not have been that long, but for you, it felt like ages--you had a child now, his, yes but you’ve begun another life. A life with a little girl, a life without him. But now, he was here and he was trying. You appreciated it but god did you fear it too. The memories taunted you, the hurt and the aching that still lingered, haunted you. He haunted you.

Your head is rested upon Wilbur's chest, and the thumping of his heart echoes in your mind. His left arm wraps around your shoulder and your own arms around his middle. Your daughter, Willow lays against his other side, curled into a ball, and his other arm held tightly around her in comforting warmth. This moment is what you imagined life to be all those years, before everything…happened.

You seemed to always subconsciously wish for moments like these, at least, in the past few years. One’s where Willa has a parent other than yourself, someone else to hold her, and someone to hold you too. Domestic bliss, calm and serene. No wars or bombs, no screaming, and yelling. Simply the sound of your partner's heart and the sight of him holding your child. It's a reassurance of sorts, a silent "everything will be okay, even if it wasn't before". 

Things used to be so not okay that having this calmness is nice. Having his arms around you again is lovely, being able to kiss him and hold him, to watch him help raise your daughter, to play with her and hold her. Tickle her and carry her on his shoulders, hold her hand with his, and walk with her on the prime path. To teach her how to ride a horse, after bringing one home for her, and helping her name him.

"Wilbur?" You whisper to him, moving your head back, your gaze locked upwards on him. He looks down at you, a soft smile written on his features, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Yes, my love?" he leans down, leaving a soft kiss to your lips and you smile through it, the warmth in your stomach swelling the same way it did when you both were younger. You take a moment to admire him, the way his curls fall in his face, how his glasses are always crooked and now are no different, and how the small freckles he adorns sprinkle his cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful, and so it brings you back to what you wanted to say. What you need to say, what is right to say.

"What happened? After lmanburg? You were so…" Your mind goes blank for a word to properly describe it, without hurting him. Cruel, evil, manipulative, the list goes on. It's odd to you, how someone could become so horrible and then return to a better version of their old self in a matter of years. "Horrible, then. To everyone, to yourself."

His face falls, and so does your heart, falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You can feel the life drain from your face and it hurts. You feel an immense dread, and wonder if you hadn’t mentioned it, how you would feel. It's a difficult subject for him but at this point, you think it had to be brought up. How can one accept this happy domestic life without knowing the full truth?

"I got lost, I think. Lost in the greed I suppose." He pauses, dips his head down to press his forehead against yours. His eyes close and he takes a breath, his arm letting go of Willa and placing his hand on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the skin and his eyes hold a warm sadness to them, "I wanted the joy still, the happiness for our future. But it got pushed back. I was blinded. There's a lot I don't remember. I mean I remember pieces here and there. Bribes from dream, desperate attempts to make things work for everyone and everything."

"And then what? You realized hurting us was better?" You’re hostile now, something switching or rather, breaking in your heart. You know you shouldn't react this way, get defensive--but a piece of you is still painfully angry and hateful, filled to the brim with spite and it’s accidentally let through the cracks. You back up a moment, his touch leaving you, hand falling to his side, head still dipped down.

"I realized I couldn't make it perfect for everyone, there were sacrifices I had to make." He takes another deep breath, wraps his arms around Willow again, she doesn't move. "And I made the wrong ones, I know that. I see that." Wil looks down at the lump that his daughter forms, a little ball of a girl. She moves to grab onto his arm in her sleep and she hums, a soft smile adorns his lips.

You feel you should be satisfied with his answers, and half of you is, but you still wonder; "Why? Why did you do it?"

His gaze lets its grip off of Willow, walks up and he looks to you, pupils big and somber, bloodshot and wet. "To not hurt anyone anymore. It was for the best." 

You want to scream at him now, tell him how much of an idiot he is. Screams that are bloodcurdling, one’s that most definitely would wake up Willa and anyone surrounding the area. That no, killing yourself in fact does not stop the hurt, it only fuels it, like a spark to dead grass. He made Phil kill him, he made you watch as he destroyed his livelihood, your shared livelihood, watch as he's stabbed to death by his own goddamn father. It was never ending with him, it was always something new, something bigger, more painful than before. You want to storm away, back off, and not let him near you for a split second, it's all an overreaction, you tell yourself but you simply can't help it.

You stare at him for a moment, your expression blank and emotionless. Willow turns onto her back, eyes open slightly and her arms reach up to Wil. "Hey, daddy." She mumbles out, a smile of her own sculpted onto her features. Wil smiles back.

"Hello, my love. Are you ready for bed?" He asks, lifting her up by her sides and gently sitting her on his lap. She nods sluggishly, and she rests herself against him, chest to chest, head on shoulder, and tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's get you into bed then, sweetie."

You just watch, your eyes follow him as he walks out of the living room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs. You sit there, alone now. Thoughts cycle through your mind. All the things you had wished for, every thought that graced your consciousness, every question unanswered for years. You missed him, you really truly did. But you aren’t sure who you missed more, and is the one you missed, the one you lie with at night? The one that wraps his arms around you in the morning, leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and brushes the hair out of your face. The man that waits there, holding you, until Willow comes rushing in the room to ‘wake’ you both up. The same man that shushes you lovingly and says "Pretend you're asleep, love," the moment he hears her bedroom door open, so she can have the satisfaction of waking you both.

You now rest your head on the back of the couch, your gaze focused on the window on the opposite side of the room. Snow gently falls past it, frost taken over the glass. The fire crackles and warms you like a hug. 

What feels like moments later, even warmer arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the body they're attached to. "Wil?" You call out, your voice coming out gravelly, and you realize you must've fallen asleep.

"Hey.." It comes out weak, the word feels broken and sounds broken. "I'm sorry, for all the shitty things I've done. I know my reasoning isn't nor has it ever been valid. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, and I don't have any plans of mass terrorism." His voice becomes clearer, breaks up less and he dips his head down again, pressing his cheek against yours. You nearly open your eyes, but keep them closed, and revel in the feeling of him more. 

"I know." You pause, and let your own arms wrap around him, but instead of his middle like he has you held--you wrap your arms around his neck, your hands weaving into his mop of curls. "I think part of me still hurts, it's stupid I guess." You rest your head on his shoulder, and he pulls you closer, your legs now wrapped around him too.

"It's not, I hurt you. I take accountability for that and I hate that I even did it in the first place." His voice cracks again, and you know he means it. You pull back, your hands pressed against his cheeks and he looks up at you.

You hesitate, mulling over the words falling off his lips, his expression knotted in anxiety. Your thumbs run over his pink-tinted cheeks and you kiss his forehead.

"If you were that same person, you wouldn't say that." You take a breath, "I think you've changed. In a good way."

He sighs, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I hope I have."

“I know you have,” You pause, grasping his face in your hands and getting him to pull back simply so he can gaze at you.

“How?” His voice is merely a croaked-out mumble but it’s enough that you hear it loud and clear.

“Would you be here, in my arms, after putting our daughter to bed if you hadn't changed?" You paused, eyes gazing deeply into his and searching for any doubt to crush with your words, "Would you even search for us if you were that same man? For good, not to hurt us."

He shakes his head, "I changed, didn't I?"

"In the best way possible." A soft kiss placed on his lips, one of love and devotion. A simple peck speaking every word and emotion you've ever felt--but only the good.

He smiles against the kiss, grasping at your sides and pulling you closer and closer to him. You were already so close, practically one, but he felt the need to pull you so much closer that not only were your bodies one, but so were your souls.

He pulls away from the kiss, hands resting on your face, "I love you," he nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, twisting your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, "so much." The last bit is whispered, like a quiet promise. A promise of devotion and loyalty. Something you're glad to finally have. 

There's nothing in the way of him being with you. With your daughter.

"I love you more," You smile to him softly, a kiss placed on his forehead, and you push stray curls out of his face as he nuzzles his head against your chest.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

hear me out,, 100 player challenges with a possessive mad scientist Wilbur, and (gn) y/n is one of the test subjects,,, just Will being a bit (little more than a bit) of a sadist and fucking with his darling in any way he can to get their attention, or maybe he takes them into a private cell or something to "talk" (more so mess with, physically and emotionally) with them occasionally

if you have any additional headcannons i would love to hear em

havnt done an ask like this in a while but the idea intrigued me too much not to oblige myself

• Let's start off with some simple facts about our favorite mad scientist shall we?

• He had always been fascinated with—er—strange things as a child so to speak

• Enjoyed catching tadpoles at the lake with other kids, but would often send them away screaming with snot and tears streaming down their face as he cut the animals in half with a pair of safety scissors he'd swiped from the arts and craft drawer the other day

• His little habit of finding dead animals and bringing them home was something that sent his parents into a frenzy, the little hobby carrying on throughout elementary and all the way to high school. Especially after they found him cutting into a rotting deer one summer, garage smelling of deaths putrid stench as he happily worked away

• Was interested in science and the medical field all through his school days. Anytime someone would ask him what his dream job was, Wilbur'd blandly respond with the answer of a mortuary assistant. The conversation wouldn't last much longer past that

• College was when things really took a turn for him, though

• While highschool and all else had been a big blur filled with uninteresting people and their uninteresting lives, college provided him with a new perspective on life

• Wilbur began to notice how exactly unique people could be when given freedom. Skateboarding, partying, studying, singing in the hallways—

• His mind started to put together the similarities of the classmates around him and those animals he would slice into not so long ago. Caged untill they weren't. Wild but domesticated by the simplest of urges

• No less halfway into his second year of university, he dropped out. Er, stepped showing up at least. Of course, calls and letters were sent to his parents to inform them of his sudden absence, but by the time that had happened Wilbur was long gone. Ideas already forming inside his mind with disgusting glee

• Rats! That had been the word he had been looking for all along. That's what the world reminded him of. People scurrying amongst their day to day life like rats, desperately running a pointless race to get to their goddamned cheese. It brought a sick sort of amusement to him to watch it all unfold day after day

• Maybe it was about time the rats had an owner to take care of them

• His apartment was filled wall to wall with plans. Blueprints overlapped more blueprints, documents both typed and written out rambling about mazes. Mazes, mazes, mazes

• Wilbur, had gone for a lack of better words, mad

• Somehow, through the magic of online contracts and the copious amounts of charm he could posses, Wilbur managed to find one hundered people to participate in a little experiment. An overjoying occasion for him as he stood up from his lab table with a yelp of excitement, eyes crazed and mind already racing to think about his next move

• So the day of the experiment came

• And that's when he met you

• At first you had been just a name on his screen made up of a few pixels. Then nothing more but a human being he observed—amongt ninety nine others—as they tripped and tumbled through a carefully built maze

• It wasn't untill you had refused to play that you really garnered his attention

• While the others fought and claimed over each other to win the ten thousand dollars he had promised the winner, which in fact didn't exist, you simply sat down after the first obstical, twiddling with your thumbs

• That's okay, Wilbur had thought. In these things there's always going to be an outlier. Something or someone that strays from the rest of the group. That's science

• What he didn't account for was the way that he got so caught up on you. Why were you just sitting there? What made you tick? What did you sound like? Smell like? Why wasn't he watching any other of the cameras now, instead focused solely on you?

• What would your blood look like dripping down the cracks in his fingers?

• Before he knew it, he found a too-wide-to-be-natural grin setting on his face. Nimble hands ran through his hair and down his face as he zoomed in on you, tounge darting out and wetting his lips

• He might have to keep this rat

[listenheresweaty]

REVIVEBUR X READER (and Tommy, Platonically) PART TWO

This is still terrible and long. I have very little motivation

part 3 out soon

Rating: PG-13

It was raining the day that Tommy decided to invite Wilbur to dinner. He had tolerated Wilbur's presence at your house before, but that had been mostly outside, while the two of you had been growing your mushroom garden.

Wilbur had been only slightly annoying that day: no real taunts, only vague attempts to get Tommy to leave you. And a storm was brewing, so Tommy and you decided that Wilbur might as well stay there for dinner.

Wilbur was ecstatic. Finally some progress. Delusional, he was convinced that he'd be able to get Tommy to come with him-- his brother, family by blood.

So he got worse. A mixture of desperation, exhilaration of being supposedly so close to his goal and the strange, unwelcome and warm feeling that swelled in his chest when he saw a third bowl of mushroom stew placed on the table-- the dizzying, borderline terrifying feeling of belonging in such a peaceful, domestic scene that set off alarm bells in his head, telling him that it was wrong, wrong, wrong.

As Wilbur got more... well, toxic, Tommy's face soured more and more, clearly regretting his decision.

You tried to get Wilbur to shut up and just enjoy the meal, but the interference on your part only incensed him further. He snapped at you, which led to Tommy snapping at him.

Which of course, ended with an argument between the brothers, Wilbur questioning Tommy's loyalty.

"Tommy, I'll ask you this one last time. Do you see me as your brother? Do you? 'Cause you're not acting like it!" Wilbur asked.

Tommy's face twisted, but said nothing.

"Do you?" Wilbur repeated, glaring at him sternly.

But Tommy said nothing, only clenched his jaw, looking close to tears.

Slowly, the creases in Wilbur's faces smoothed, as if something was dawning on him. He stared at his younger brother with a slack expression.

Then, Wilbur grabbed his jacket and turned to leave, and Tommy fled in the opposite direction, locking himself inside his room.

You tried to intercept Wilbur and get him to stay, but he shook you off, gaze trained on the door as he avoided looking you in the face. He stormed out.

You retreated and wandered to Tommy's room and knocked quietly. No response. You heard him sniffle somewhere inside.

To be clear: Tommy still loves Wilbur. It's a mix of childish pride, doubt, and hurt that keeps him from saying it out loud. Tommy may be Wilbur's brother, but is Wilbur his?

After a few minutes, a click echoes through the hallway as Tommy opens his door. You hold out your arms and Tommy collapses against you, trembling but not crying. Somehow, he's too tired to cry.

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Wilbur doesn't return for two weeks.

You finally manage to get Tommy to leave the house and get his mind off things. Tommy organizes a camping trip with Tubbo and Ranboo, and goes to spend the weekend in the woods (you secretly message Philza and ask him to watch over them).

This leaves only you in the house. Although you had grown accustomed to solitude during your life, Tommy's absence leaves the house feeling almost foreign, too silent.

All the lights are off, except the ones in the kitchen, where you're hunched over the counter, scrutinizing your architectural plans for an expansion towards the cliffside. You were making some edits on the placement of the staircase when you heard a resounding thump from somewhere behind you.

you glance around the darkness surrounding the dimly-lit kitchen. As your eyes adjust, you spot the dark blue square of the window amongst the blackness, the sparse light of the moon making the outside world vaguely visible as you approached to peer out.

A clang, this time farther away. You caught sight of the shed door opening, and a tall, lanky figure stumbling inside.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Slipping on your jacket and shoes, you marched outside, swinging the shed door open with a frown on your face.

You were met with a very drunk, very distraught Wilbur Soot having an emotional breakdown on the floor of your gardening shed, right next to your fertilizer.

You stared. "What...?" You didn't finish your sentence. You honestly didn't know how, there were so many things to be asked.

What are you doing here? What's wrong? What are you drinking, can I have some? What in the world inspired you to come here, of all places?

The man squinted up at you (although you doubted he could really comprehend what he was seeing) reproachfully.

"This shed is full of fucking rusted nails." He manages through shaky and slurred speech. "Don't you pay attention to what state your home is in? You should care more, you know, now that you're responsible for T--" He cuts himself off.

"Shed renovations are on my to-do list, don't worry." You mumble. "...He cares about you, you know?"

He knew who you were talking about.

You continue. "He misses you, truly. He's just a little fragile--"

"You think I don't know that???? You think I haven't seen what has happened to him, what I've--- what has been done to him? Do you think I'm blind?" Wilbur lashes out almost convulsively. He clenches his jaw, digging his nails into the palms of his hands. You frown and kneel down in front of him, grabbing his hands to make stop before he starts bleeding. He trembles but doesn't pull away, eyes fixed on the ground between you. After a moment, you let go, moving to sit back.

Wilbur takes a swig of the bottle tucked in his trenchcoat--you hadn't even noticed it.

"if you keep this up, you'll end up six feet under again." You warned him gently.

"well, maybe I should, huh?" he rasped, spitting out this statement before he had much time to think. His eye twitched and he lapsed into silence once again. He continued to glare at you, as if challenging you to say something. When you didn't say anything, he spoke again, as if the words were being drawn out of him against his will

"Maybe I should---- maybe---" he wouldn't finish his sentence, his breath was getting shallower, hands shaking. He laughed, a bitter, wet sound that devolved back into sobbing

You look at this pathetic, skrunkly disaster of a man.

And you scooch beside him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. Wilbur slumps weakly against your shoulder, too drunk to remember that he's supposed to hate you. Maybe he's even forgotten who he's talking to. All he knows is that there is something there, something warm, something that isn't a train station bench or the clouded, wary gazes of people who used to be his allies.

You hold him a bit tighter, smoothing his hair with one hand. He's limp in your hold, trembling. He's so quiet you wouldn't even know he was crying if it wasn't for your jacket getting wetter as he pressed his face into your shoulder and sobbed. When he seemed to have calmed down the slightest bit, you asked him how far away his house was. It took him a while to register the question.

He shook is head, face still buried against your shoulder. He slurs, saying that he doesn't have a house.

"The Burger Van, then?"

"Th..that's at th' LLas Nevadas bord'r.."

"Do you want to stay here for the night? Or maybe find a room to rent in the nearby village?"

It took him even longer to respond to this question, and you had begun to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

"Wilbur?"

"...village." he murmurs.

You nod and pry yourself away from him, helping him stand. It's a short walk to the village, and the innkeeper asks no questions. You lead him to a small room-- one bed, one window and a vase with some dried-up plant-- and plop him onto the bed. He drops like a sack of flour, passed out cold on top of the sheets. You slip a blanket over him and place a bucket and towel next to the bedside (the hangover would probably get him sick).

You bid your goodbyes to the apathetic innkeeper and head back home.

Tommy arrives from his camping trip a day and a half later, abuzz with excitement and energy. He thrums like a live wire, yammering nonstop about how they found a beehive in the forest and created a cult with Tubbo as their leader, committed some light arson, ate some acrons (with the shell, obviously).

"I nearly drowned. I fell in the river and Tubbo's arms were too short to reach me, and obviously Ranboo's too much of a pussy to go into the water. Thank god for big man Philza Minecraft, he appeared out of literally nowhere and pulled me out. 10/10 would recommend Mr. Minecraft as a lifeguard. Best man for a near death experience."

"Hmm." You aren't able to get many words in, and settle for just listening to the boy rant as the two of you meander down a path to visit Snowchester.

"I've been waiting for Tubbo to ask me to become Michael's godfather." Tommy says. "How sick would that be? I'd make a great mob boss. Of course, people wouldn't come to me on the day of daughter's wedding because it would be my wedding, to my many wives--"

"Uh--"

"Oh, look Ranboo's over there! What a bitch. He gets even uglier up close, believe it or not."

"I--"

Tommy ran off to harass his friend. You sighed and leaned against a tree. You watched over them for a while, occasionally pausing to chat with the travelers that would pass by on the road: Puffy and Niki, Foolish, Purpled.

Eventually, you heard the footsteps approach and then falter. You glanced over and made eye-contact with Wilbur. He looked pale and sickly, squinting in the sunlight, clearly not able to handle the light in his hungover state.

He stares in silence, a distant frown on his face. You expect him to say something snarky, but instead he turns his gaze back to the road, and wordlessly continues on his way.

iill make part 3 soon i swear

[colorfull-cord]

A lovely drunken night

Ships: Wilbur x Y/n

!WARNINGS!: being drunk, cussing

Summary: After a long night out on the town you get back to your place to find Wilbur and Tommy

The whole night was a blur. At first you remembered going over to a party with some friends then at the door step of yours and your boyfriends house. You were completely wasted, not only were you totally drunk and dizzy you also had half of your makeup melted off your face and a huge stain on the front of your beautiful red skinny dress. Without even telling Wilbur about your arrival you waltz in with no introduction. All you could see was Wilbur and Tommy on the couch watching a movie. “ is that the lion king…. I…. LOVE the lion king” you say slurring some of your words. “HAH YOUR COMPLETELY FUCKING WASTED” Tommy shouts out laughing his ass off “shut the fUck up you… you… ah I can’t even think of a word.” You say sitting on the ground trying to take your heals off. “Love, how much did you have to drink tonight?” Wilbur says walking over to you half way smiling trying not to laugh. “Ohhhhh heyyyyyyy my soft British boyyyy” you say smiling up at him your eyes partially closed. Tommy couldn’t help but start to laugh harder as Wilbur knelt down to help you. “Ok Tommy I’m gonna take them to our room you can watch whatever in here.” He says scooping you up into his arms carrying you into y’all’s bedroom. “So can you please explain what happened tonight?” He said while getting out a pair of sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts for you to change into. “Well… me and my friends went to this bar… and theeeeeeen we started to have a lot of fun like A LOT. Then I had likeeeeeee 20 or so shots and 4 bottles of beer. Theeeeen this guy tried to hit on one of my friends sooooo I threw my drink at him then he splashed hissss drink onto meeee hehehe then I punched him in the face. Then I was somehow.. here.. oh and I threw up likeeeee 3 or 4 times..” you said while laying out sprawled put on the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ y/n” he said walking over to you with a complete set of new clothes for you. “Can you help me take this dress off pleaseeeeee.” you say standing up next to him. “Fine” he replied reaching down and pulling your dress over your head. He then gave you your clothes that you quickly put on. “Come into the bathroom love I need to take your makeup off and fix your hair.” “Okkkkkk” you say stumbling into the bathroom. He reaches over to grab a makeup remover wipe gently wiping your face off trying to get everything off. He turned you around quickly before you could react he started to brush your hair out and put it into the best messy bun that he could. “Let’s go back into the living room with Tommy” he replied grabbing your hand and guiding you to the living room. He sits down waiting for you to climb into his lap which you definitely did. “Night night William Gold.” Say before passing out. “Good night love you too.” He says smiling and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “LETS WATCH THE LION KING!!!!” Tommy says excited. “Fine fine just turn it down a little but please.”

*hope liked it lol it was based off a friends story of getting drunk at church then coming home lol. Tell me if there are any mistakes please* ❤️🫶😘💕

[imagines-babes]

Love in the Dark(C!Wilbur Soot)

Helloo again sorry I didn’t post earlier this week. I’ve been sick and the Long waited face reveal of Mr. Wastaken honestly I think he’s hot. And don’t get me started with George’s videos or the twitchcon things. But enough about me or my thoughts. This week story is C!Wilbur when he destroy L’Manburg. I haven’t proofread and the song is ‘Love in the Dark’ by Adele.

Wilbur List Masterlist

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Counting down the days to the disaster.

Day 20

Techno had gotten a letter as I stood behind him taking bits and pieces. We took a horse to met them in a place Tommy made. Pogtopia. Once we meet them outside of their place. Wilbur has change since being kicked out of the nation he built. All because of power. All because he wanted to run a campaign thinking he would win. But they lost by one percent. They could've won it all but no. They were thrown out the second he, Schlatt, was made president. Wilbur didn't speak to us. What could you say when you just lost a nation. Tommy keep on talking not stopping. The boy had hope we could take it back. As for me, the country i once knew was already gone before I have even got there. Techno just nods walking in as well as Tommy while Wilbur and I stayed outside. "How you been?" Wilbur asked me as he tried to make eye contact. "I've been fine training , eating potatoes, and being with techno in the cold. I've just been fine" It was quiet between us but what were we supposed to say. We were both lover till I decided to leave L'Manburg to adventure but as for Wilbur he wanted me to stay and be the First Lady. "I'm sorry about your country," I made eye contact with him. "It's alright let's go inside before the mobs find us."

Day 17

Techno already started to make his potato farm as for me I made a fence by the stair so No one would slip. Wilbur thought it was a foolish idea but shortly after saved himself from falling. It was quiet funny to watch as he looked over to me. With a smile. That smile I missed from him.

Day 14

Dream came to visit us supply tnt to destroy Lmanburg. On the face of Wilbur it looked like that was the only option for us to destroy. Tommy didn't want that option. But it wasn't up to Tommy. Wilbur had to make it. He looked at everyone in the room to see their face. For them, y/n, they had a stone cold face looking to their knife. Techno notice Wilbur stare at them. He may not be good with his emotions but that face Techno has seen it before from y/n. That was a face of remembrance and lost love.

Day 10

Techno was under pressure from schlatt. He had to do it he had to shoot the boy Tommy saw his friend life slipping away. As for techno he started to light the fireworks letting us run back to Pogtopia. I started to help Tommy with tubbo. Just to only see him fight his tears. We made it to the place. With the yells between Tommy and Techno. Only to top it off with the laughs of Wilbur. I help tubbo get better with the help of Niki. Leaving that room to see two more faces get bruises and blood. "Leave it in the hole Tommy." Techno left to his potatoes. While Tommy left to see Tubbo. Leaving Wilbur and I alone.

Day 5

Slowly new people started to join us. Gathering some supplies for the war. Dream told us there was a traitor and that he won't be helping us. He said that Schlatt offer him something that he couldn't refuse. Everyone was on edge wondering who it was. Tommy thought he was bluffing. Wilbur just stood in the back. Looking at us all and I knew he was hiding something.

Disaster

That morning, everyone was up eating, training or just getting more supplies. Goinging outside to see Wilbur near a cliff where the sun was coming up from. "So you still see the sun rise in the morning?"

Wilbur turned his head to look over at me. "Well it's like the peace before the storm you know." All I did was nod. "You are planning on blowing it up still aren't you?" I just needed the conformation coming from him. He's been leaving at night crafting more tnt with signs. He's been leaving every night and wouldn't come back till morning. "That is still undetermined but I will know my answer with the outcome of today." Taking in a breath I heard cough looking behind to see techno. "Come on I have something to show you all" with that I left Wilbur side to go with Techno. He put his hand on my shoulder, "you know he's not the same man you used to love in Lmanberg" I stop in my tracks turn to face Wilbur body as he stayed in place. "I know and if he had to choose between his LManberg or Me. He would choose his Lmanberg without doubt." I left Techno. Techno stayed to see Wilbur turn to see me leaving. He heard what they said and deep down he was hurt to hear it out of your mouth.

Timeskip

It was done the war was done. Wilbur presented a new president. Twice. Techno wasn't fond of it. I waited to talk to Wilbur before I had to leave again. To see him walking away from the people but to a hill near the podium. Following after him to hear him sing the LManburg anthem. In the hall it echo but in the room was sign carved in with the lyrics. 'My LManburg.' Wilbur turn to seen me standing. "So this is where you've been every night huh?" I wanted to walk inside more but it was like a barrier. All he did was nod getting closer to me. "You are gonna blow it up?" Once again he nod. "Why did you leave me?" Wilbur asked me. He wanted the truth and if this would be the last day for him to here so be it. He is gonna hear it. "I couldn't see myself with you in our future. I couldn't see you next to me. I couldn't picture us in a family. Only because of this country you made. I will always be second to this country maybe last sometime." Looking at Wilbur in a distance of 5feet apart. "You know that's not-" I brought out a laugh. "Not what-true? Will don't you hear me! You wanted to be a president be a ruler. I would've been there for you but I couldn't hide in the wall you have made. I wanted to explore and what you wanted was for me to stay home." Wilbur started to point at me. "That was because I wanted to keep you safe. Like i did with the boys." I laugh, "the boys or you. You never kept the boys safe I did I help them! I took care of them while you made deals or were out figuring out a plan for the next part." All he did was stare turning his back to me to face the button. "Then it's settle this country only made bad decisions. This country made me regret. This country is the cause of all problems. This country made me lose the person I loved.” A laugh appear as Wilbur turn for a second. “There was once a saying darling, by a traitor,” he faced front, “it was never meant to be.” With that he pressed the button within second the tnt lighting leaving 5seconds to run. I only saw Wilbur come close to me.

Boom

One went off then a train started of the tnt started. Some flew high getting more land to destroy this country. The country that everyone thought would last. Only lasted for short amount of time.

The debris followed as the mountain of ashes lead to the sky. I walk to the edge of where we were as I looked in the distance to see everyone looking in at me. Not only me just to Wilbur aswell. He jump laugh, “I did it,” he started off low but gain more voice, “I did it, My unfinished symphony darling.” He went up to bringing my sword out. “Do it Darling,” he kneel looking up to me. The confusion on my face stared to Wilbur kneeling. “I want you to kill me.” He started to repeat his words as I look looked in the crowd. “Do it they all want you to kill me! Look at their faces! I am not the Wilbur you loved! You even said it yourself.” He brought my sword to my hand as I gripped to it. “I will never be that Wilbur you need to realized that!” He said as I started to hear the calls of the boys shouting my name. The tears got the best of me as I put my sword through his body bringing him close to me. He last breathe was close to my ear as he fell against me. We both hit the ground as I tighten the handle. I cried to his shoulder. “But I loved you.” I said to his shoulder as the outside saw everything. That the two lover only had one to live in pain as the other went to their limbo.