#ccwilbur soot

[nyamafriend]

maybe sootings "isnt active" but i know wilbur has at least one other main and 7 sideblogs and he HAS reblogged art of his character making out w quackity. no come back you have to listen to me i KNOW it stop walking away come back

[cyani07]

Do I need you, my hope, my gun? Do I owe you my everything? My heart, my liege, my second birth

[casawio]

i cannot emphasize enough that my body is a badly designed, poorly put-together vessel

based on my fic universal leftovers

[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — teacher!wilbur x teacher!reader

SUMMARY — the grumpy geography teacher gets teased about his slightly obvious crush on the english teacher across the hall.

NOTES — grumpy x sunshine trope, shy!wilbur because i said so, fem!reader (use of miss when referring to reader).

EXTRAS — i am in love with this idea so badly ohmyggoodd, written at 2am so might be sloppy my bad 💔 short little drabble i had, might expand on it tomorrow

Wilbur, or Mr. Soot as his students know him, was currently in his room, sitting in the most uncomfortable teachers chair you could ever imagine. The class he currently taught were silent, as they usually were for him, heads down working on some past paper he had found for them to complete.

Wilbur has never quite understood how teachers had enough time in the day to come up with fun learning ideas for their students, but he never dwelled on it long, as he enjoyed waffling on about different countries and places. His students didn't quite enjoy it (they made that clear after multiple students had called him the 'boring teacher').

"Mr. Soot?" He heard your voice from the doorway, causing his head to lift up, looking at you with a sort of calm expression. This was rare to see on his face, as it was usually flat with the odd smile every now and again.

"I believe these are yours," You walked closer, seeing the printed papers he had sent off just a few minutes ago, in your hand, "English printers are broken, had to use the geography ones, hope I wasn't too much of a bother."

You could never be a bother. Not to him, atleast. Wilbur had decided he had simply admired your teaching skills, nothing more, nothing less.

"You weren't, thank you," He muttered. He could feel his cheeks tingle slightly as your hands brushed when he took them out of your hand and placed them on his desk.

The minute you left he heard small snickers from his students, arguably causing his face to heat up more. He sighed, which had just made the students giggle a little more. He wouldn't deny the embarrassment he felt after realising the whole class had now believed that he and the sweet, caring english teacher had something going on.

After what felt like the most painful and excruciating 10 minutes of his life, the class had finally ended, leaving him alone in his classroom for break. Well, he was alone. Until you decided that those very embarrassing 30 seconds you spoke while in his room weren't enough.

"Hey, Mr. Soot," You smiled, walking into his room and perching yourself on one of the empty desks. He sent you a smile before forcing himself to look away, paying insanely close attention to the paper he was marking.

"Hey," He replied, looking back up at you from his desk

"You seem lonely." Your legs swung back and forth as you crossed your ankles together, leaning back on your palms.

"It's nice, prefer the quiet." Will leaned back in his chair, twiddling with a pen he had in his hand.

"So, you wouldn't enjoy keeping me company during lunch and breaks?" You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head in a mocking manner. He scoffed, as if you were joking. You weren't.

"Don't you usually have students in there?"

"I do, but they wouldn't mind an extra person. Besides, I much prefer talking to someone my age than some 15 year old," You smirked, standing up from your seated position on the desk, and making your way out.

"It'll be nice for a change, I promise," You smile at him and he swears his heart skips a beat. That shouldn't be normal. Should his heart be moving so quickly? He was forced to not send himself into a deep spiral of possible medical problems he could have wrong with him, as the bell had gone off, signalling third period.

Fourth period, with a class of year sevens that had just had a geography lesson, was arguably the worst. It was lunch next, and they were all hungry, tired, and usually annoyed from their last lesson. However, today seemed a little different. They seemed almost relieved, as if their last lesson wasn't so bad.

"Hey, Miss, did you see Mr. Soot today?" One of them had asked, as you paused from writing the date on the board.

"Yeah, I saw him earlier, why?" You turned, facing the smiling eleven year olds in their seats.

"Did you see how happy he was?" Another had asked, "He was standing up, moving his hands around, he even smiled more than three times, that's a new record."

"Oh, right," You smiled, going back to teaching literature as your class kept cutting in to babble about possible theories. A new girlfriend. A baby. God, they even suspected he had a wedding coming up, but that was quickly shut down by another student, claiming (and i quote), "He wouldn't have the guts to get down on one knee."

It was rude, but you let out a small giggle anyway, as did the rest of the students. After a long lesson of gossiping about the geography teachers possible love life, with a side of english, the bell had finally rung, dismissing the students to lunch. If you told everyone you heart didn't almost explode when a certain teacher had come into your room and sat down next to you, ignoring the small side eyes he got from some year 11s eating their lunch with you, you'd be lying.

"Mr. Soot, I thought you preferred eating alone? That's what you told us when we offered you join us," A student had asked, brushing their hands on a small napkin they were forced to clean the table up with after they ate.

He simply shrugged, tugging his chair slightly closer so he fit right next to you. Your knees almost touched. It took everything in him to not give you a slight nudge on the knee, fearing he'd stretch the teacher/co-worker boundaries too far. Those fears of his, however, were soon revoked, when you had moved your leg over to slightly graze his as you sat.

"I've been told by some little birdies that you were extra chirpy third period, any reason why, Mr. Soot?" You teased, placing the empty salad tub on your desk, planning to throw it out later. His face had been tinted a small pink ever since your knees brushed and he had started to realise just how pathetic he was.

26 years of age and he was blushing over some knees touching together. God, he needs to get his act together.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He muttered, smiling when he heard you laugh. Atleast you found him funny.

"Sure, Will, sure," You smirked, standing up and ruffling his hair as you walked past, presumably to go fill up your water bottle in the hall.

He didn't usually enjoy being called Will by co-workers. It always felt too personal. He had never fully had a bond close enough with one of his coworkers where he liked being called Will, but it felt different coming from you. The way it slipped off your tongue so easily would make anyone believe you had been friends for a while. A while as in two maybe three years, not two maybe three hours.

He had known of you, especially when you first joined around a year and a half ago, with all the students gushing about how patient you were with them, but he had never really bothered to get close enough to have a full conversation with you.

"Sir, are you and Miss dating?" A different student had asked, causing small giggles to arise from the few girls sitting around her.

"Uhm," He pursed his lips, feeling insanely awkward, "No, definitely not."

"Awh, I was starting to think we had something," You pretended to frown, patting his shoulder as you came back into the classroom. You were obviously teasing, but it still didn't fail to make his cheeks heat up a tad bit more.

"Shut up," He smirked, looking back down at the papers as the girls had laughed. The blush that coated his cheeks was most definitely noticeable, as you poked at a dimple he had on the left side, causing him to swat away your hand with a roll of his eyes.

Maybe some company during lunches wouldn't be so bad after all.

[fokron]

cwilbur immediatly after having a daydream fantasy of violently and repeatedly killing cdream for what he did to ctommy:  do u know how to lure dream out? I just want to talk to him lol. just have a little chat.

[petey-piez]

wilbur :)

[mushroom-jack]

WHY THE FUCK DID HE POST “woah Wilbur take me on a date first” INFAMOUS QUACKITY I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU CLIP. AND THEN THREE DAYS LATER POST “I Had A Wine Date With Wilbur”. WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING MEAN. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.

[mrs-soot]

Letters 📜✒️

cc!Wilbur x Reader

Summary: You and Wilbur are long distance and write letters to each other as a way of expressing your emotions.

TW: Mentions of stress, anxiety

Help now I want to write a whole fic of this

You and Wilbur first ever talked through letters

You had been assigned each other as pen pals through a program you had both signed up for

Wilbur was the first to send his letter, and you two hit it off immediately

The letters took ages to get back due to the distance, but they were always worth it

They were always casual, but engaged. After a while, you could feel the lift in mood when you heard the postman come by

After half a year or so, Wilbur felt that you were good enough friends to ask for your number. What's the harm in asking? It would be easy.

Or that's what he thought until he found himself sitting in his desk, searching for the correct words

After a while he gave up and just out right asked as a footnote on the bottom of what was otherwise a typical letter

When you got the letter, you jumped up to grab your phone

But as you added the contact and hovered your finger over the call button, the truth set in

You had never even heard his voice. How should you approach this? What if he finds it weird how fast you called? Should you just text him?

You had been too caught up in your worries that you didn't even realize you had accidentally clicked call

It went for three rings before he picked up

"Hello?"

His voice was deep and laced with a beautiful British accent, and you found yourself unable to speak for a few moments

You panicked and stuttered out a incoherent string of words

"Sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"Yeah, uh sorry! Is this Wilbur? This is Y/N. Again sorry! I didn't mean to call you immediately, I should've considered your time zone and-"

"Y/N? No, I'm so glad you called! I thought maybe I had written my number too small or that you wouldn't, I don't know, care enough?"

You reassured him and you two went on to have a lovely (even though slightly awkward) conversation that night

You still wrote letters, just out of habit and because it was a source of comfort for both of you.

After the initial call, it became one of your daily tasks. You would eventually FaceTime, and that's when you began to notice it.

The butterflies when you called or the extra pep in your step when you got a letter back

So maybe you had a crush on the cute, letter-writing British boy

You assumed it would go away with time

But maybe you assumed wrong

The more you talked, the more you felt yourself falling for Wilbur

The letters you were getting seemed to be more and more affectionate, but you assumed it was all platonic.

"Yeah, what are your thoughts on relationships anyway?" The question from the man on the phone caught you off guard.

"Uh, I guess I'm kind of looking for one at the moment. I kind of, maybe have somebody in mind."

"Ah." His voice seemed deflated, but you were sure it was your imagination

After that, he became more distant and reserved. What used to be lively conversations turned into small talk. The inside jokes fizzled out, and your letters were a little less frequent.

And it was driving you crazy

Wilbur was one of the most important people in your life at the moment, and you really didn't want to lose him

You were too scared to bring it up on a call, so you resorted to your most affectionate form of communication: letters

You poured your heart out, asking him if you had done something wrong and why your friendship seemed to be fizzling out

When a week passed without mention, you felt your heart break a little

Maybe you were being ridiculous. You were just pen pals. There was no obligation for him to be your friend.

But the next day, the letter came:

(Please excuse my letter-writing skills💀)

Dear Y/N,

I never meant for you to feel as though the friendship was being neglected or even put on hold. Truthfully, I value it more than most things in my life at the moment. But in order to apologize and explain the reasoning for my distance, there's a very important confession I need to make. My hope is that it doesn't harm what we already have, but it's time I come clean.

For a while now, I've realized that I like you more than as a friend. But I was so nervous you didn't reciprocate that I couldn't find the strength or courage to tell you. I didn't want to tarnish what was a beautiful friendship. But I notice now that it's done more harm than good, and for that I deeply apologize.

Ever since the first call, you always made me feel special and wanted. Like there was a reason I exist and that you would be there for me. I noticed all the cute habits you have, like how you talk faster when you're exited or how your first instinct when somebody is down is to listen. Truth be told, I'm smitten for you and I'm not sure how to tell you.

When you told me you had somebody in mind for a relationship, I assumed you meant somebody else. I care too much about you to ever get in the way of your happiness. So I backed off, just in case you needed your space. My intention was never to cause you any anxiety or stress.

I'm hoping a letter will be enough for me to get this point across. I really dreamed of the day I would tell you to your face, but I'm scared of the situation I've put myself in. I completely understand if you get this letter and never respond because I've been such a shit friend lately. But even if I never hear from you again, I just want you to know that I love you.

Yours,

Wilbur

You had to read it about six times for the message to sink in

Holy crap, he loved you

Wilbur Soot loved you

You wanted to write him back an equally heartfelt letter with all your confessions, but you were too excited to hold the pen

You grabbed your phone and called him on FaceTime

It barely rang before Wilbur picked up, voice tight and face wearing anxiety and fear

"Wilbur! Your letter!"

When you didn't say anything else he sighed and blinked back tears

"I'm so sorry, maybe I shouldn't have sent that. I knew it was a bad idea..."

"No! No, are you kidding? Wilbur, I love you too!"

His face morphed from complete shock to euphoria

"Love letters really work then, huh?"

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Wayyyyy longer than I expected, but I like how it turned out! I honestly might make a part 2/full fic. Feel free to send an ask in!

[joelle2038]

Reserved for a very special man :((

(ID below)

Video ID:

Quackity: He's not a traitor–

George (on call): Why aren't you in– why aren't you in London?

Quackity: He's not a traitor.

Wilbur: I– I will be in a couple days.

George: Wilby? Is that like your new name for you?

Wilbur: That's what– yeah.

(Quackity snorts)

George: Should we start calling you Wilby?

Wilbur: Please don't; that's reserved for a very special man.

Quackity: George, George–

End ID.

[nyamafriend]

artists rendition

yes this is abt my own post yes this was made in abt 2 minutes i just had to capture their expressions how i imagined them

[aro-throughyourchest]

Tntblr, can we once again talk about how fucking funny it is that ccWilbur said, “psycho-competitive” and said it can be construed as romantic even when it’s not viewed as such and then CCQUACKITY comes out on his private twitter says, “there was nothing wrong with that question,” that’s the last we hear of it until the next fucking Twitchcon several months later when Quackity:

“Wilbur shut that down last convention 🤷‍♂️”

And the crowd roars

[salineroses]

Wilbur doodles

[aimi-chann]

guys am i late for the vampire wilbur

[werenotacoupleyesyouare]

NEW TNTBLR WIN AND I DIDNT FUCKING KNOWWWW???????????

[fokron]

Cwilbur finale stream bingo!!  Not the most creative, but I tried my best lol.