#myct x reader

[hearts4court]

desperate sapnap please

SLIGHT SMUT AHEAD. PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!

⚠️MINORS DNI!!⚠️

Pairing: Sapnap X afab!reader

“please baby..”Sap whispered against your lips as y’all shared a sloppy kiss. “Sap— you need to work.” you say with a slight frown.

“i know— i know. just— need to be inside you. please.”he begs, receiving a sigh from you.

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“Doll, stop squirming so much. you’re— mm…distracting me.” Sapnap says, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him, his hand on your lower back, pushing it so it’ll arch.

“M’sorry. i’m uncomfortable in this position.” you mumble against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it, making him smile lightly.

his cock deep in your walls felt good. But, because of the position, it made your back hurt. Which made Sapnap feel bad, he hated when his baby was in pain.

“Baby— i’m gonna cum if you keep squirming like that.” he grumbled, continuing to squirm, making you gasp when he kept his word—and came in you.

you humming against his shoulder as his cum slowly seeped through onto his gaming chair.

“Sap! your chair-“ you start to say before he cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “it’s fine. i love when we make messes like this.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t get cocky now.” you say.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[joviepog]

EEE HI JOVIE again i love love your writing and im so glad youve been enjoying my stuff!! anyway, sweet and simple request-- wilbur and reader having an at home dinner night :)) (if u wanna make it silly tommy could be their "waiter" LMAO)

much love !!

EEK I LOVEE THIS IDEA! ITS SO SIMPLE BUT SO GOOD AHHHHHH

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Lovely night

Who: Wilbur x f!reader

Warnings: i dont think there is anything but if there is just let me know!

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: I have no clue

Requests: @poraphia

Anything’s else: I actually liked how this turned out! thanks for the idea lovely requester!

This story is NOT proofread

Listen to this while you read! <3

Both you and Wilbur aren’t the richest people around. For you, this was absolutely fine. But for Wilbur?

Well, Wilbur is just a bit disappointed about not being able to spoil you as much as he wants. Since you both have met, he’s been obsessed with getting you little gifts and taking you to cute dates. But what he really wants to do is to be able to take you to the fancy restaurant down the street from your guy’s apartment.

He’s told you about this little problem of his and you cant help but giggle every time he mentions it. The conversation always ends with a kiss on the cheek and the same six words. “Wil, i dont need all that!” But lately he wont stop talking about it. He’s been daydreaming about you in a fancy dress and him in a fancy tux. Not the old cheep one he has for all those dumb occasions. No, he wants to be able to give you a bouquet of roses and a ring that means forever. But most of all, he wants to make you happy.

You’ve noticed that this was starting to get to him. Every time you got home he would give you a kiss and a hug -per usual- then he would start talking about this dress he saw on twitter and how beautiful it would look on you. “And that dress would be perfect for that restaurant!” And every time you say that you dont need all that, he looks like a kid being rejected of a puppy.

And so, you set up a plan. While he was gone on tour, you saved up, took cooking classes, and learned how to do your best makeup possible. You called him up one night, “Hi Wil! Are you busy?” There was a slight pause and he spoke quietly, “No, i just have to be quiet.” You gave a soft laugh and spoke quietly. “I just wanted to make sure i have the right day for when your coming back.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Why?” You pouted, “Why? What, I can’t miss my boyfriend?”

He apologized at least 100 times before he woke Joe up. You said hi to Joe and hung up. “I love you Wil. See you soon?” You asked with a smile. “See you soon.” You hung up and silence fell on the room. You had 1 more week. You bought the dress he had mentioned 1,000 times, you made sure Tommy was free, and you made sure the house was clean. You were ready.

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“I’m two hours away.” he spoke and you could hear the boys in the back teasing him.

you fake sighed, “I guess i’ll just wait here. all alone, and sad, and-“

he stopped you, “Yeah i’ll try to hurry up.”

“No take your time, darling.”

he sighed, “All i want to do is get home and hug you.”

“Aweeee.” you put another fake eyelash on, “I miss you too baby.”

“Wilbur! The taxy is here!”

you laughed and he scoffed, “I’ll see you soon darling.”

“See you soon.” you hung up and looked at yourself in the mirror. you looked amazing. you hair was fixed, and the dress fit nicely just like wilbur said it would. everything was perfect.

2 hours: Tommy got there with a suit and a tie that was ties badly

1 hour 30 minutes: You and tommy set the table and clean the house. you fail to figure out how to tie tommy’s tie

1 hour: you start dinner and Tommy calls phil to help him tie his tie.

30 mins: you finish up dinner and you get out wilbur’s favorite wine

20 mins: you double check everything for 10 minutes

10 mins: you wake up Tommy from his nap and cehck to make sure you look good.

5 mins: you triple check that you look okay and you serve the food.

1 minute: You light the candles

0 mins: You hear a knock.

“Is that him?!?” you say with a cheerful smile. Tommy smiles, “No it’s the mailman.” he jokes. you roll your eyes and open the door. Wilbur has the biggest smile on his face and he’s holding flowers. You close the door behind you, not wanting to ruin the surprise, and jump into his arms. he gives you small kisses all around your face and neck; your giggling at his touch. he finally lets you go and you were so excited to see his reaction.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the dress and he begins to ask questions. “YN? Where did you-“ you stopped him and grabbed his arm, interlocking your arm in his. you yelled out to tommy, “Ready!” tommy opens the door and the smell of delicious food swept through the door.

The sight of warm lighting and wine glasses were shows on the small table. Warm jazz music was playing and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Wilbur. His mouth was agape and his eyes completely widened. He turned to look at Tommy, who had his hair slicked back and a napkin on his arm (still holding the door open he cleared his throat.) “Welcome Mr. Gold and Ms. LN. I have your table ready right over there. He nudged his head towards the table and you and Wilbur walked in. Tommy quickly close the door and pulled out the chairs for both you and Wilbur.

Wilbur sat down, still in shock, and looked at his plate. Tommy spoke up, “You see, we already served you food because your girlfriend here, preordered. Wilbur laughed and Tommy grabbed the wine glass. “Tell me when to stop.” He started to pour the wine and Wilbur told him to stop about halfway, you did the same.

“Anything else?” Tommy asked.

“That’ll be all. Thank you.” Tommy winked at you and nodded his head. As he walked away you turned back to Wilbur. “So?” His mouth is still slightly open but soon enough, his cheeky smile appeared back on his face.

“Well, i feel like I’m a bit underdressed.” You both laughed and spent the rest of the night talking while Tommy took photos of both of you.

What a lovely night.

[shubblelive]

— BACKSTAGE PASS

— summary : will has always loved hamilton, but that's definitely not the reason he goes to see it live more than five times.

— genre : fluff

— warnings : barely any dialogue, mentions of a panic attack, food/eating, mentions of character death (reader's on-stage son dies but it's discussed for like one second)

— pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!actress reader

— featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit, cc!tubbo, cc!nihachu, cc!shubble, cc!jack manifold, cc!philza (with his wife), cc!ranboo (pretty much all just mentioned, will, tommy and niki are the only ones with dialogue)

— pronouns : she/her (used once, but reader does play a female character)

— word count : 1.3k

— note : reader plays eliza in 'hamilton' but you don't have to have seen the show to understand the fic. also ig this is part 2 to my willbur x musical thetre reader but it's not connected in any way to the other one.

it was opening night, and you were resisting a panic attack in your dressing room. one of the stage hands was tugging hopelessly at the skirt of your dress, desperately trying to hide your mic with the skirt. you hadn't had a rehearsal with this exact dress before, since it had had needed alterations, but you had one with a similar one, and none of the costume designers had realised your mic pack would stick out so obviously. curtains were due to open in ten, you could hear people from backstage, and no one wanted you to go onstage with a lump in your costume, which had been fitted to rest perfectly against your skin.

you were scrolling through your phone, trying desperately to calm down. you were trending on twitter along with some of your costars, and you flicked your thumb up and clicked on something random on the trending list, assuming you would just see a bunch of tweets about bitcoin or something that you didn't care about.

instead, the first tweet was from someone you had never heard of. "@ tommyinnit have you seen hamilton?" you clicked out of it, expecting to see the tag was about the show, when in reality it was about the person who tweeted. wilbur was his name, and according to the trending page, he had done a twitch stream and sung one of the songs. you hestitantly went back onto it, slightly curious. you'd never heard of this guy, but from the videos he seemed funny, goofy in a slightly awkward way. one of the responses - the top one - was a reply from tommyinnit himself, though you had no idea who he was either. it was a picture of wilbur with another guy, presumably him, with the hamilton sign in the background, waiting to get in their seats. "no, only lame people go and watch musicals."

"hey," one of the stage hands touched your elbow gently. "we got you another mic set, we got six minutes until curtain, eight 'till you're on. we got this," you helped as she undid your blouse, unhooked the mic, and you spent the next few minutes on a walkie with some of the tech crew making sure it was working properly." you had just done the top of your dress back up when you heard the opening notes play, you taking your position sidestage.

wilbur was wedged into a seat between tommy and jack, wishing he'd accepted niki's option of swapping seats. she was with ranboo, tubbo and shubble over near the aisle, while they were right in the middle. since it was opening night and the show was overwhelmingly popular, they hadn't managed to get seats all together. luckily, they could sit in groups of three, with phil and kristin sitting a few rows back. but unluckily for wilbur, tommy wouldn't shut up.

the lights were dimming, and he had to elbow the blonde boy in the rib and gesture to the stage so he didn't get shushed by someone nearby. the opening notes began and will finally allowed himself to feel excited. he watched as all the familiar characters came on, finally getting the visuals to accompany the soundtrack he fell in love with. burr, laurens, lafayette, mulligan before finally alexander hamilton himself. the only reason he knew who anyone was before their names were said was literally because he had listened to it so much he could tell their voices apart without the visual component.

you glided onstage, beige skirt billowing out as he started singing, and wilbur found his eyes glued to you. you were in the background for most of the opening number, except for when you interacted with hamilton.

tommy jabbed him in the rib, wiggling his eyebrows as he tilted his head towards you. you weren't in the first few songs much, except in the rafters, but wilbur watched you. finally, the first parts of your song came on, and he sat up straighter as he watched you and your two sisters come on.

the show was incredible, he knew it would be. the way you all moved around the stage, with the music vibrating through his hands resting on the armrests. the music, the atmosphere, the acting, they all enhanced the experience of something that already brought wilbur a great amount of joy. but when he watched as the dancers surreptitiously picked up the paper they'd thrown everywhere until the stage was clean except for you, a fake stone bench, a lantern and a bucket. he had goosebumps, watching tears roll down your cheek as the paper in your hand burned, flames slowly growing. you threw the letter down into the bucket, grabbing your long skirt and marching to the front of the stage.

he could even hear tommy and jack's breath hitch in their throats as you belted. it was a sad song, of course, but you made wilbur want to go and punch the guy who played your husband.

"she's good," tommy commented. all wilbur could do was nod. he was almost relieved when you finished your last note, not wanting to see you so heartbroken. his relief only lasted for one song, before suddenly the lights snapped down and you let out distraught scream, watching as your son died in your arms.

he was crying, jack was crying, even tommy was sniffling. the rest of the show was more political, thankfully. but for the last song, watching you stand centrestage with the entire cast behind you as you sobbed, wilbur was already mentally searching for tickets in his mind.

after that, they went to mcdonalds, tommy's phone sitting on the table vlogging them. "what did you think, will?" niki nudged him gently with her elbow.

"mhm" will looked distractedly into his fries. "good,"

when she didn't reply, his head snapped up. niki sat across from him, eyebrows raised. his cheeks burned as she laughed, not meanly, and he hoped desperately that tom would have the tact not to put that in the video.

he did eventually get three more tickets for two days later, and phil and kristin agreed to go and see the show again with him. this time he was able to focus on you in the background more since he'd already see the show.

your costume, a billowing blue dress, made you look absolutely gorgeous and will couldn't take his eyes off you. your character had one of the saddest arcs and his heart broke whenever tears welled up in your eyes. he was never able to cry on command, and the fact that you could filled him with admiration.

now, you didn't recognise everyone. you'd seen literally thousands of people over the last three days. but you saw wilbur. it helped that you already knew who he was (you'd stalked his instagram after opening night), but you noticed him the second time he came.

and the third time, a week later. it was a big theatre, but somehow your eyes zoned in on him.

perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part, but he'd made eye contact with you twice. he'd followed you on twitter after that third show and almost had a stroke when he saw you follow him back.

over the next month, two things happened:

1. he went and saw you two more times

2. phil tweeted "@ wilbursoot are we streaming tonight or are you going to watch hamilton for a sixth time?"

he'd laughed, scoffing at phil's tweet, ready to type up the site to find tickets and take a photo to continue on with the bit. then he saw your reply.

"@ wilbursoot if you're not already sick of the show, i might be able to get you some free tickets?"

well he would be stupid not to take them.

[julibeeline]

watching a sad movie with the crew / feral boys

[romantic crew boys x reader]

masterlist

DREAM

would pay attention to all the useless things

“that rain looks so fake what the hell?”

gets confused every two seconds and cannot follow the storyline

“wait what happened? why’d he die?”

notices you crying and his brain goes on pause for a solid five seconds

“please don’t tell me you’re crying after watching that”

his mood gets down because he didn’t expect you to cry and be all sad

“patches is coming to cheer you up!”

GEORGE

definitely laughs at the sad scenes

the type to really get into the movie or just absolutely hate it

“honestly he deserved it”

“this movie sucks you should’ve picked a better one”

sees you sad and goes all quiet

‘is she crying because of the movie or did i do something wrong?’

SAPNAP

would get upset and pouty

“why did you have to pick this one? i was in such a happy mood like two hours ago”

you play with his hair and he lays on your lap during the movie

occasionally wipe his tears off with the sleeve of your sweater

find him asleep during the end credits

KARL

spends half the time with his head buried into your shoulder

gets panicky when he notices you crying

“hey it’s okay, it’s only just a movie :)”

“im sad too if it makes you feel any better? we can be sad together!”

plays with your hair while you lean into him

“we can watch adventure time now! maybe finn and jake will cheer you up?”

QUACKITY

surprisingly gets into the movie

“no I’m not crying shut up”

smiles at the wholesome scenes and honestly you just look at him

plays with your hand during the movie and kisses it occasionally

hums along to the sad songs

pretends like nothing ever happened after the movie finishes

“damn that was not sad at all why are you crying like a loser”

[maarriiii]

Happy (Sad) New Year | Wilbur Soot

A/N: A new year fic written a day after new year. Also, this turns out just a smidge sadder than I expect. P.S. I just finish this like a couple of minutes ago, I’ll check for mistakes later.

Pairing(s): Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader.

Warning(s): None.

my masterlist :))

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It was finally midnight. On most days, this would just be a sign to the start of another day in our normal life. But, on this last night of December, midnight meant the sign of a new year ahead of us, harboring the unexpected. While everyone cheered for another year of living, blowing up fireworks and having a feast, you stayed inside the comfort of your room, in front of a laptop screen because to you, this midnight was like any other nights before it, where you weren’t with him and he wasn’t with you.

The contrast of the atmosphere inside your room compared to the street was apparent even to a small child. Where your room was quiet and calm, the street was loud and enthusiastic. You were sad, they were happy—though the excitement did rub off on you just a little. You were alone and they were not, even if you have your family around. Make no mistake, you cared about them despite the rocky relationship and all the things you wanted to say. You wouldn’t make the effort of flying home on the second week of December if you didn’t. But, you’d rather celebrate the New Year with Wilbur and your friends back in the UK.

With each passing colorful explosion in the sky, your fingers itched to press the call button. You and Wilbur were hell bent in celebrating the new year together regardless of the distance and the time zone. He texted you earlier that he would be the one to call first, insisted even because he wanted it to be perfect. But, it was already pass midnight and there was still no calls.

“Where is he? It’s not even late there,” you said to yourself, anxiously tapping your nails against the laptop.

You took your phone again, checking to see for any new notifications only to be disappointed when nothing shows up. You sent Wilbur a quick text, asking him where he was before falling on the bed. A sigh left your lips as you stared at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom. It was ridiculous to be upset really. You knew that. It was only a few minutes after midnight. But, you had been looking forward to this. With your parents fighting again and seeing all your friends having fun from their Instagram, you just need him with you.

“Fuck.” You wiped the tears trailing down your cheek. “Why am I crying?”

You tried pulling yourself together, taking deep long breaths and wiping the tears again. You assured yourself Wilbur will call and when he does, you’d be happy and the two of you could finally talk until the sun rise—or if something came up with either of you. You hoped he wouldn’t notice your slightly puffy eyes because if he did, he would worry and you didn’t want that.

Your mood suddenly change when a small noise echoed through the room. A vibration near your thigh made you lift your head, trying to locate the source. It was your phone, you were a hundred percent sure. With a new sense of vigor, you sat up and frantically trying to look for the mobile device. A small smile painted your lips when you saw his name.

hey darling

sorry for taking so long

are you still up?

You replied back, fingers moving in milliseconds.

yes yes I’m up

where were you?

Another ding.

sorry

took longer than expected

Before you get the chance to reply, you already received a call from Wilbur. A wide smile replaced the frown from earlier and even a small laugh escaped your lips, but when you pressed the green button and was met with a black screen, it returned again.

“Wil, why aren’t you turning on your camera?”

“I wanted it to be surprise.” He said, sounding like he’s up to something. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready since before midnight, you jerk.” You smiled.

“Alright then. I’m gonna count it down, okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

When the last number left his lips, Wilbur turned on his camera and immediately your eyes went wide. Instead of the usual white stark lighting of his office, it was now a warm golden glow from the fairy lights hung on his wall. On his desk, scattered a few candles, each varies in sizes, that helped with the romantic atmosphere he tried to pull of. In front of him was a bottle of his favorite wine and a lone glass. Honestly, it felt like something out of a movie.

“Surprise!” He smiled. “Do you like it, love?”

Words can barely express how you felt. “Wil, I can’t—you didn’t have to do all of this.”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “I wanted it to be special. It’s new year after all.”

You didn’t know what it was that made you suddenly cried. Maybe it was your assumption earlier that he would forgot, your lack of effort to set the mood like he did or maybe it was the absolute joy of having a partner like Wilbur. Whatever it was, tears escaped your eyes and you had to cover your mouth to not let out a sob.

“Hey, hey, y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Wilbur asked, suddenly worried sick.

You frantically shook your head. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. I just miss you so much.”

“y/n, look at me, please.”

You turned to him, a sudden guilt rose through you at the sight of his worried face.

“I miss you too. So fucking much. But, you’re gonna be here in a couple of days and then, we’re gonna spend time together, okay? Just the two of us.”

You nodded.

“Is that it, sweetheart? Are you sure it’s nothing else?”

You sighed. “It’s my parents too but I don’t want to focus about that. I just want to focus on you.”

“Okay.” Wilbur nodded understandingly. “Just talk to me if you’re ready, alright.”

“I will. I love you so much, Wil.”

“I love you too. Happy new year, love.”

[cloverhasnobrain]

Please give me a request. Anything, really, as long as its x reader. Headcannon, fic, just- PLEASE

I will write for dsmp fandom, pjo fandom, stranger things, and also for Harry Potter (just him lol)

I am willing to suck dick for a fic request fr fr

[pha5ed]

You Play a Sport || LifeSteal Headcannons

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

members :: clown, mapicc, parrot

note :: never played basketball or tennis but i have a lot of friends who do so im relying on what they told me TT

Clown

Everyone has played basketball lightly growing up so when you said you play basketball he went “Oh cool”

But when you say you’re on your school’s varsity team and playing club he knows you’re deep in

Clown isn’t a huge sports guy but he knows clubs are expensive as fuck and far 99% of the time

He’s really curious and asks a lot of questions

When he hears you’re spending roughly $1,000 alone on the club he feels his wallet cry

Then you mention how expensive shoes, jerseys, and gas is and his wallet literally crumbles

He could never imagine spending that much on a sport

What’s even crazier was when you admitted you didn’t plan to play on a WBNA/NBA level

You said you just wanted to play during college and most likely go to open gyms every once in a while

Bro was so shocked and was about to doubt your spending habits

But when you mention how it’s not too different from buying skins, emotes, and games,,,, he gets really quiet

He’d love to try playing with you once or twice

He’ll probably make a gamble of some kind

“If I get 10 points you owe me $20”

And then you whoop his ass

“Double or nothing”

Now you doubt his spending habits…

He’s not really big into shoes and stuff but he likes looking at them with you

When you start sliding the shoes across the floor he’s so confused????

Why are you ruining shoes in the store???? Aren’t you embarrassed???

But then you explain it’s to test the grip of the shoes he goes “ohhhh”

He’s so clueless about shoes it’s so funny

“What about these?” And he holds up a pair of Jordans 1…

If you let him try on a pair of basketball shoes he instantly gets the hype

He might even buy himself a pair

But he’ll never use them for actual basketball, just going out

When he wears his new basketball shoes outside you can see allll of the sports player cringe

Literally 3 people come up to him and go “bro you forgot to take your court shoes off”

Mapicc

When you said you play volleyball he always thought you were just joking

No way a loser who plays Minecraft all days and streams could be on the volleyball team

Especially since practices and games can last until 9pm sometimes

But when you send him clips of you playing, he’s shocked

He always thought volleyball kids were super cool, popular, outgoing, drinkers, smokers, etc

And Mapicc thinks you’re the exact opposite LOL

He actually admires the grind a lot

He likes going to gym and plays basketball every now and then

The football coaches at his school always asked him to join but he didn’t really like the sport that much

He def asks questions about your games and rules and stuff

Probs says cocky stuff like “I could do that”

If you ever meet in person and try to make him dive, spike, or even server he’ll definitely suck

Once he actually tries it, it appreciates the sport a lot more

If he goes to any of your games he’s definitely SCREAMINGGG

Shouting, whistling, clapping, stomping, everything

Probably provokes the opposing team

Definitely argues back with the ref even though he’s not a player and not from your school

He doesn’t understand the uniform difference between the girls and boys though

“If you dive in booty shorts wouldn’t it hurt your thighs???”

When you say it does hurt your thighs sometimes he’s even more confused

“Then don’t wear it????”

But he doesn’t understand that it’s just the culture of volleyball at this point

He lovesss looking at players volleyball shoes

He’s tempted to join volleyball just so he can get a new pair of shoes

But when he finds out most volleyball players don’t actually buy volleyball shoes but instead buy basketball shoes he’s a little confused

“Why not buy volleyball shoes???”

And then you have to explain how a majority of volleyball shoes kinda suck ass and how basketball shoes always have extreme grip

And he’s like “???Why don’t they make volleyball shoes with more grip???”

He helps you realize how dumb volleyball culture is sometimes…

Parrot

When he finds out you also play tennis he gets so competitive

He LOVES tennis with his whole heart man

Asks what your schools name is and what division you’re in and your rank and your average win rate and and and

You two bond over tennis constantly

He can finally send someone the tennis memes he gets on his feed

If you’re worse than him, he’s always giving you tips and and even offers to train you if ever meet irl

But if you’re better than him, oh boy, he’s gonna train so hard

He definitely sends you clips of him playing and asks you to rate it

He’ll ask for clips of you playing as well and he might or might not make fun of your form

Whenever he wins a match he’ll take a picture and send it to you ASAP

If he loses,,,, he pretends he never even went to the game

One time he broke his racket and he let you pick the color

You picked an ugly ahh puke color but he laughed it off and actually bought it

If you do meet irl, you guys are INSTANTLY playing tennis

No hugs no greeting, he comes to the airport with a tennis ball and racket in hand

If he wins, he will make fun of you every day and will constantly brag to you

But if he loses, he deflects and constantly blames random stuff

“The sun was in my eye” It was sunset and cloudy

“I’ve never been in this country so my racket’s not used to it” What?????

Definitely makes you redo your serve at least like 5 times just to make you angry

[moontheanon]

Immmm backkkk!!!!!!

Hello hello hello! Yeah ik im sorry i was hone but im back now! Send in some requests and i’ll get them done for you! <3

If not just come in and say hi! :D

@lillylvjy @art3m1s-adelia @joviepog @gaytoadwithapopsicle

[hawaiidwt]

hi, would i be able to request asking to have a child with different mcyts such as foolish,punz and sapnap?(as i saw i could request that on your what hcs could be requested - if that is not uncomfortable for you to write? :D)

𝐦𝐲𝐜𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 ’ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 ’

#NOTE - ah yes i will do this since my lazy mf ass wants write something so here is something.

#FEATURING - cc!foolish , cc!punz , and cc!sapnap

#WARNING - its kinda lime-ish ( but not a lot ) so if your not ok with this, u can skip !

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇

im going to tell u this one for sure, he knew AND wanted a child. i think it was a bit hard to process this since he's yk... been wanting this to happen.

it happened on accident when it slipped out during a conversation on 'the future of our relationship' since he didn't want to break your boundaries and you didn't want to break his.

HE TOOK YOU FROM THE COUCH AND TOOK YOU TO THE BED TO PREPARE FOR THIS SHIT MAN. literally told you, " I'm a magician,. If you want to see I can turn you from a virgin to a pregnant lady reall quick. " 🤨😍😆

𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐙

he wasn't completely sure but he was sure. he was confused. he had like this whole thing of where he thought this would come in later in life but yk what he always says, " if your ready im ready plum" #makesmytoescurl.

he wants this to happen but yall talk first about names ;)

𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐍𝐀𝐏

he took you to the bed. thats the tweet.

no but fr, he's wanted one ever since ya'll started dating. he thought about the house you'd live in, the type of clothes for the children and even the packed lunch the kids would eat.

so yes, yall made babies the moment you said it

[poraphia]

"One Tall Coffee With Cream And Sugar."

lvjy!wilbur x manager!reader 2467 words • 8.16.23 cw ~ coffee, lovejoy, large crowds, almost falling off stage, kith mwah mwah wilbur soot masterlist!

pt. 1 ~ "Four medium-sized coffees, one big fat work crush."

After this concert, it'll be all over. So here you go, Wilbur, your last morning coffee of the tour! From me, your manager <3

♡♡♡

“Order for (y/n)!”

I smiled at the barista, placing some coins in the tip jar before taking the cardboard tray of coffee in both hands. I looked down to make sure each order was perfect: one iced coffee with mocha drizzle, one small double-shot espresso, one cappuccino, and one tall coffee with cream and sugar. After ticking down my mental checklist of Lovejoy’s coffee orders, I pushed open the glass door, feeling the breeze of the LA air on my face.

Today was Lovejoy’s last tour in America.

It’s been more than two months since I’ve been with Lovejoy and their first tour around the States along with my first time serving as a on-the-road tour manager. With all good things, they must come to an end, and I’m grateful for every moment I’ve spent with the crew and the band, but what pained me the most was a certain member having to travel across seas back home.

Every moment with Wilbur felt like I was on cloud 9. Even through difficult venue scheduling and working with different states, he was always behind me to back me up. Sometimes I would notice that before going on stage, Wilbur would be hiding in the lounge room, fumbling with his fingers while pacing back and forth. “Pre-concert nerves?” I would ask. He would look at me with a worried look painted in his eyes. He would shake his head, biting on his fingernails. I would walk up to him and hug him tight, listening to his pacing heartbeat gradually slow down.

“You got this, Will. I believe in you. Everyone is going to love you, and even if you do play the wrong chord or sing a little offkey, who cares? Just keep playing because that was what you were born to do.” I would say, rubbing his back. Five minutes later you wouldn’t even think twice about that man being nervous on the stage because he was hopping around and screaming into the microphone, occasionally shooting a look at me that said “Thank you.” I smiled, reminiscing on the memories.

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” I looked up, only to be met with the chocolate eyes of Wilbur fucking Gold. There he was, opening the door for me with his guitar strapped to his back. It felt familiar. Like the first time we met. Especially with me clutching the cardboard cup that hosted all the coffee orders for the band. I smirked at him, brushing right past. The only difference was that I was at least confident enough to even talk to him.

“I’m good, Will, but thank you.” I chimed. He chuckled before catching up to me with his hands in his pockets.

“How you feeling?” He asked. I hummed a bit as we talked together through the venue.

“I guess kind of nervous? Since we set up a lot of things for the finale of the America tour. Like all the effects and all. You know what I mean?” I said. He nodded, pushing open the backstage door so I can walk through on my own. As I walked past though, he grabbed the tall coffee from its holder before taking a sip. I looked at him, giving him a lecturing face.

“What! It’s my drink!” He exclaimed, holding his hands up in defense.

“And what if it was someone else's?” I said with a joking attitude. He shrugged, walking away so that the door may close behind him. He takes another sip, savoring the taste.

“I’m really gonna miss this coffee.” He sighed.

“It’s nothing too unique, really! Isn’t this what you would order back at home?” I said, rolling my eyes. I placed the coffee on a nearby table before turning around and leaning back. My palms supported my weight as I looked at him.

“I mean yeah but—” He was placing his guitar case down, unzipping it to retrieve his guitar. “I guess it wouldn’t come from you anymore.” He said, a bit sorrowfully. Before I could respond, Mark, Ash, and Joe walk through the door, all with their respective instruments and bags in hand.

“Hey guys, is venue all ready?” Joe asked, waving at the both of us before putting down his instrument. I walked up to him with his respective coffee in hand.

“Yup. Just waiting on you guys for soundcheck, and here’s your coffee!” I said, handing it to him. Joe smiled, taking the coffee and giving it a sip.

“Thanks, (y/n), we’re gonna miss you and the crew as our team.” He praised, giving a mini-cheer with his coffee. I smiled, noticing that Mark and Ash had already gone and grabbed their own coffees. Will was standing in the corner, staring at me. I tilted my head at him. With a cheeky smile, he tilted his head as well. I chuckled a little before turning to look at the other guys.

“Okay, so you guys just need to do some sound checking which should take roughly an hour? Then an hour after that we’ll have our final gig! The team is already onset, so just hook your instruments with everything and we should be good to go.” I explained. Ash nodded, taking a sip of his coffee while holding his bass, while the rest made some voices of approval.

We all headed out on stage, and I told them where each person would be standing. Wilbur would be in the front with the mic, Joe would be somewhat to the right of him a little bit back with Ash basically the same just on the left. Then Mark would be just behind Ash with his drumset.

Everyone plugged in their instruments and began strumming random patterns just to make sure that the audio was coming coherently. The soundcheck person adjusted accordingly. I hopped off the stage and stood in the middle of the venue, making sure that the positions were as perfect as I envisioned. After a long stare, I realized that Will was a little bit off-place. “Will!” I tried to exclaim over the noise. Wilbur looked at me, and playfully, he began to strum more violently. “Wilbur!” I tried to shout again, but he simply smiled at me.

Slightly annoyed, I hopped back on the stage, now standing directly in front of him. He looked down at me with a smirk right on his face. I grabbed him by the arms before moving him into position. He leaned down, still strumming on his guitar. I chuckled.

“What’s with that look?” I asked. He hummed a bit before responding.

“Nothing, you just look cute.” He said. Suddenly he brought his face close and planted a small kiss on my nose. Flustered, I stumbled back and nearly off the stage before Will caught me by the waist. My hands were clutching tight on his collar.

“S-Sorry!” I stuttered. I was near the edge, but with Will’s support, I was nearly floating off with one leg up. In one quick swift, Wilbur pulled me up and walked backward, landing me on a safe platform for me to stand on.

“Are you okay?” He asked. He held my arms so that I maintained my balance. After I felt steady enough, I looked up at him. I felt my breath getting caught in my throat. His face was so close to mine that I just wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t have the confidence he had.

“Y-Yeah..” I mumbled, still getting lost in those eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine..” I managed to stutter out. I stood up properly and brushed myself off. Wilbur backed away to give me some space. I wish that with my sleeves I could wipe off the embarrassing flush of red that was painted all over my face. “I’m gonna take five. Just— Stay in position for me!” I ran off the stage and to the back where I grabbed a bottle of cold water to cool down.

Oh boy. This was going to be hard.

After some time, security showed up and fans started loading into the venue. The place was somewhat massive, making it one of our biggest shows (not counting festivals) yet. I peeked from the stage curtain, seeing the rows of chairs being filled with all kinds of people. I turned back around to see the band. Mark was having a beer or two, Joe was practicing a little bit of his guitar solo, and Ash was scrolling through Instagram. “Hey guys, do you know where Wilbur is?” I asked. Mark looked up.

“Oh yeah, I think he’s in the outer lounge area? He might be just tuning his guitar though.” He said, pointing at the door with his beer.

I nodded and thanked him before pushing through the door. The room was much quieter than the previous lounge. Wilbur was sat on one of the couches with his guitar in his lap, but he wasn’t strumming or turning the knobs. It more looked as if he was deep into thought. I approached him carefully, yet he didn’t notice me until after I spoke up.

“Hey, Will?” I snapped him out of his thoughts. His hands fell into gripping his guitar defensively before frantically looking at me.

“Ah, hey (y/n), sorry I was just thinking.” He said, sighing. I raised an eyebrow before sitting next to him, crossing my legs.

“Well, thinking about what?” I asked. “Just— out of curiosity. You don’t have to tell me.”

Wilbur hummed before sitting back on the couch, moving his guitar closely to his chest. “I guess just… What’s going to happen after the tour, y’know when I get home and all? I’m going to miss all this adventuring and going to different states.” His head then turned to me. He has a soft, sort of vulnerable look on his face. Like a glass of water that was full to the very top, and just one droplet could make that brimming all come cascading down like a waterfall. “I..—”

Before he could finish his sentence, both of our ear monitors went off. “Two minutes until stage time. Please prepare your places.”

I looked over to Wilbur, who seemed a bit frustrated he wasn’t able to finish his sentence, but I had to brush it off for now. I got up and helped him up as well as we both rushed backstage, back to the screaming fans, wires, and bass-boosted speakers. Wilbur found his position next to Ash as I stood in front of them.

“Alright, guys, this is our biggest show in the States yet. I want you guys to have the whole venue jumping by the time we’re done!” I exclaimed all of them cheered with words of encouragement. “And, I’d seriously like to say this has been one of the best moments of my life. I am super proud to be your guys’ tour manager. So, please! Next time you guys are in the States, message me!”

Mark rushed to hug me with a big smile on his face. “We loved touring with you too, (y/n)! Thank you seriously for all the coffee and encouragement you’ve given us!” He beamed. Maybe it was the beer loosening up his speech, but he certainly spoke with pride and excitement. Ash came in too, wrapping his arms around us, and soon joined Joe and Wilbur. It was a tender moment for us all. A core memory that is the end of the tour for Lovejoy.

It took all of our ear monitors going off to break off the little moment. Soon enough, the boys were at the edge of the curtains, waiting for their countdown to end so they can finally step on stage. Once they did, the whole venue roared in excitement. Wilbur did his usual theatrics: talking to the crowd, and introducing the band, before counting down and playing the songs we had planned. I ran around backstage for most of the time, making sure that the lighting crew knew what was doing, and talking to soundcheck to make sure everything was going, but in those rare instances when I had a break, I would look over to Wilbur from offstage.

There he was, glowing in yellow backlights as his eyes fluttered close, plucking at his guitar and singing lyrics he would spend all day and all night revising and humming. I know moments like these are captured by our hired photographers, but my eyes saw something so much more personal. If eyes could take a screenshot, I did exactly that and stored it in the safest part of my brain’s gallery.

It felt like the concert went by too fast because, in a blink of an eye, Wilbur was finishing up his last performance of The Fall. Smoke and lights illuminated him and his band’s presence on stage and before I knew it, it was all over. The crowd cheered for Wilbur's dramatic finale as he raised his guitar high in the air. Sweat dripped off his body, soaking little bits of his clothing. The song finally came to an end as the lights cut off. Nothing but the most bittersweet smile rested on my face.

The tour

Was finally over.

Or was it?

The lights faded back on with Wilbur gripping the microphone. He had given his guitar to someone backstage before they had walked off. “Crowd,” he started. “This marks the end of our United States tour, and you have brought nothing but thrill and pure adventure.” He then turned toward me. “But there’s someone who frankly was, the cherry on top of it all. You may have seen her a little bit on our social media, maybe Ash posted her on his story once or twice. Everyone please, give it up for (y/n)!”

I stood there in shock as I heard the audience chant my name. Wilbur gestured toward me, the mic still in hand. I shook my head, snapping out of my anxiousness before stepping onto the stage. Despite being the background for it all, I’ve never been in front of a crowd. This was all so… Exhilarating.

Wilbur took me by the hand, twirling me in place before placing an arm around my waist and dipping me down. “There were so many times I’ve wanted to kiss you, to tell you how much I’ll miss you, and how we won’t be by each other’s side anymore. I just… I wanted to take this moment now.” He romanced in my ear. With a wide smile on my face, I jumped up, wrapping my arms around his neck before pulling him into a kiss.

Finally, those lips that I memorized on that tour bus—

Lips that I only dreamed of kissing.

They were finally on mine.

And faintly, I could taste his morning coffee.

♡♡♡

a/n ~ hihi! the long-awaited pt.2 of a request I did a while ago! thank you guys so much for the support I really wouldn't have written it without yall <3 ilysm!

taglist ~ @mrssabinecallas @maddiegotlost @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @imcool-rat @themonsterunderurmom

[joviepog]

I hope you get out of your writer's block. It's a shit thing to get stuck in a pit of but I've recently gotten out of mine 😁

Sleepy Wilbur

That's it

That's the request

Thanks for the request @ax-y10! Yeah I’m trying my best to get out of this little pit of mine but i just cant seem to claw my way out. Lol XD

—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Sleepy Wilbur

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None just fluff!

Pronouns: None mentioned!

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: Oh god I think I can ramble about Sleepy Wilbur for hours and hours!But instead, here are three different situations of you with sleepy wilbur!

This story is not proofread

Listen to this while you read!

Wilbur is absolutely exhausted after a long day. He left home around 7 am and came back around 1 am . He quickly takes off his winter coat and hangs it up. He takes off his shoes and slides them under a small bench where you two keep both of your shoes. His eyes are slowly closing on their own as he walks though your guy’s apartment. He walks towards the small kitchen and fills a glass of water before chugging it all down. He then slowly walks towards your guy’s shared room. He was fully expecting you to be fast asleep but instead he see’s you reading a book. Half of your body is covered by the blanket and your head is stuffed in the book. He smiles at this and he walks into the room. Your head shoots up and your cheerfully greet him. “You’re back!” You say with a small gasp. You quickly close the book and put it on the side table. You open your arms our to give him a hug, still lying on the bed. Wilbur blinks his eyes at you for a moment before completely falling on top of you. Half his body is lying on you and he lets out a soft, relaxed, sigh. You smile and pet his head, playing with his hair. After just a few minutes you hear the soft snoring of wilbur. “My poor baby…” you whispered before kissing the top of his head. You then turn your body and turn off the lamp on your night stand. You relax and lean over to kiss wilbur once last time before falling asleep with him. —ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Wilbur is with you on the airplane after a long day of singing an playing at one of his shows. You had the window seat while he had the middle (Mark had the end). Mark had offered to switch with wilbur so that he could have leg room but he refused, saying how you and him needed to figure out the next song. You were the backup vocalist along with Joe in your guy’s band, Lovejoy. You helped make most of the lyrics to the songs with wilbur and he always used that as an excuse to be with you. When wilbur refused the seat, Mark gave him a small smirk before making himself comfortable in his seat. You and wilbur talked about another song for about 20 minutes before wilbur started to blink his eyes open and closed. You asked him if he was tired but he instantly said no. You see, today had been a crazy day. You guys had a concert only and hour before this and your were all exhausted. Not to mention that it was already 12 am were you guys were at. You gave Wilbur a soft smile before taking out your earbuds. You gave him your other earbud and you two started to listen to the playlist you made just for him. Soon, a few minutes passed and you were staring out of the window, completely lost in thought, when you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder. You turned to look and wilbur was fast asleep on your arm. You sighed and let him as you blushed a little. Soon, you fell asleep as well. The rest of the band members took photos of this and teased wilbur the day after, knowing about his little crush. Wilbur hated how much he wanted to ask the band members for those photos. —ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Darling…” wilbur grumbled as you tried to move out of the bed. It was time for you to go to work and you were already late. He grabbed you by the wrist and spoke softly. “Don’t go…” he said as he slowly blinked his eyes open. “Wilbur I’m going to be late.” You said tiredly. He huffed and tightened his grip on your wrist. He pulled you back roughly into the bed so that you had you back towards him. You gasped, “Wilbur!” You giggled. He grabbed you by the waist and put his nose in the crook of your neck. He put his leg around you so that you were trapped and you could feel his cheeky smile against your skin. “Call the day off?” he said tiredly, his hot morning breath hitting your neck. “Okay.. maybe I can call the day off.” You said with a smile and a small laugh, finally giving up. He hummed, obviously happy that his tactics worked, “Good…” he said as he kissed your neck quickly before slowly falling back asleep.

[heartofwritiing]

What am I supposed to do, if theres no you?

paring: wilbur soot x fem!reader

authors note: I was listening to soon you’ll get better by taylor swift. I couldn’t get the imagery of this song out of my head and I needed to write some sort of vent. also inspired by a fic that @starsyoubreaklikesugardust wrote called whats it like on the other side of us that utterly destroyed me and I needed a happier version... This is super self-indulgent as hell but I hope you guys like it!

warnings: angst, mentions of an illness, hospitals, heavy topics, mentions of death, reader doesn’t have a specific illness, fluff, hurt comfort, me not knowing about medical terms or hospitals so excuse me lol, unedited!

The hospital bed feels warmer when Wilbur lies beside you, the only sound in the small room is the beeping of the machine monitoring your vitals.

On most days, everything is fine. However, when he's around, it's easy to forget the inevitable fate that awaits.

When he has to leave, he goes home to sleep in an empty bed and never does sleep. In those moments of solitude, he cries until he can't anymore. He tries to distract himself by painting the kitchen yellow, fixing up the garden, going to the studio to record, and hanging out with friends. But he feels guilty he’s not beside you.

The next time you see him he looks horrible. Like he got hit by a bus and you’re wondering if you should be the one in here or him. Wilbur Voice horse, circles under his eyes and red you know is from his tears. That’s when you pull him by the arm so he can curl up next to you so he can finally get some rest.

Stoking your fingers through his hair as he snores softly into your collarbone. You think about how Wilbur would ever function without you. How is he gonna take care of himself -when-if you are gone one day. That pit is building in your stomach along with the small lump in your throat. The burning of your eyes as you silently cry while you hold him close to your body.

Because that was what your life was full of, what ifs, whens, uncertainty, and dread. He didn’t deserve that. The arguments you used to get into when you first got sick. Begging him to leave you because you knew, in the long run, this wouldn’t work out. You could spend the rest of your life in and out of hospitals while he wasted away with you.

Wilbur swore repeatedly up and down that he would never leave you. No matter how much you tried to drive him away or how hard matters got.

Wilbur was constantly worried about your well-being, but he held onto hope that you would recover. This was especially true after the first time he brought you home.

You were happy to leave the uncomfortable hospital bed and small room reeking of antiseptic. You slow danced with him in the living room to Elton John playing from his phone speaker, listened to him write new songs, and slept in because you missed waking up in your shared bed. You felt like your old self again and he loved seeing you that way.

When things got worse again, the bright light in your eyes would soon fade, like water extinguishing a flame, as you had to leave your home and return to that sterile, white-washed room.

When you are back in that hospital bed, with the scratchy sheets and the fluorescent lights that hurt your eyes you’re back to being a shell of a human. The depression hits you harder and Wilbur does all he can to help. make you as comfterble as possible despite the weight of the situation.

You know he’s only trying to provide solstice. The small room fills with his soft voice as he reads your favorite stories. Telling you bad jokes he’s heard from Tommy that get you to at least crack a smile. He feels proud he was the one to grant you some form of happiness.

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His hand holds your shaking, cold one as the IV pumps treatment into your veins. He leans over in his chair to be closer to you, lips against your knuckles. Your eyes meet in a longing stare that says 'I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.' You gently squeeze his hand.

“Wil?” You asked hoarsely.

“Yes, darling?” His voice is intimate, making you feel like there are people around even though it's just the two of you. The nickname always makes your tummy flutter with delight.

You want to capture the way he looks at you in a picture. He tentatively waits for your next words, his doe eyes filled with concern. You clear your throat and exhale softly.

“I was thinking... maybe we should find a house in the country,” you say. Wilbur remains silent. "Somewhere quiet, with big fields where we can see the sky, and watch the sunset on the porch."

You've mentioned how you'd love to live out in the country. A cottage large enough for you both to have separate areas. A streaming room for him, and a bedroom and den for you to store all your books and painting supplies.

A place where you can finally be free from confinement. Despite Wilbur's jokes about you being an old soul, you were in touch with life through knitting, painting, reading, and walks. That's what he wanted to give you again.

Your voice is quieter now, creating a moment just for you. The heaviness in your voice made your eyes well up. You could feel his thumb caressing your knuckles. Like a silent ‘take your time’. Your throat closes up as you keep talking. Your breath is shaking, primarily due to the cold temperature of the room and the medicine making you feel woozy. But you and Wilbur knew it was the emotional weight you tried to carry with your words.

Somewhere we can grow old together.

The sentence sits heavily in your mind. You'd like to say it to him. You wanted to share it with him so badly, but it felt painful to have cross your mind.

Wilbur already knows by the look in your eyes. He leans over you, lovingly presses a kiss to your forehead, and wipes away a single tear before it can roll down your cheek. Slowly he moves down, then presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Whatever you want, my love.” he squeezes your hand back.

-

Wilbur spent weeks searching through countless home-selling websites for your dream house, but none were to his liking or within your budget. A month later, while sitting uncomfortably in a hospital chair with his long legs curled up to his chest, he scrolled through his phone and stumbled upon a house that seemed too good to be true.

He scheduled numerous appointments to see the house, ensuring everything was in order before making a final decision. Moving his belongings with the help of friends and bandmates was hectic.

He spent weeks preparing for your homecoming, buying new furniture, and arranging your books to your liking, making everything perfect only then he would finally surprise you.

He's there to take you to his car the day you leave the hospital. He takes care of you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and ensuring you're ready to leave before setting off.

As Wilbur drives past your shared apartment, soft indie tunes play through the car's speakers, and you lean back against the headrest, watching the scenery pass by. You realize you passed the turn to your house and Wilbur's hand takes yours.

Wilbur turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and says, "We're not going home just yet." A faint smile is on his lips as if he's hiding something from you. He then drives in a different direction, and you can't help but feel excited about what he has planned.

"Where are we going?" you ask. As you speak, he can hear your worry.

"If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise," he says.

He knows you're antsy in your seat but it'll be worth it. After driving through winding roads and trees, he pulls up to a house with an arched doorway and slanted roof, almost like the one you dreamed of growing up.

Wilbur turns off the ignition, rushes to your side, opens the car door, and with a grin offers his hand to help you out. Wilbur leads you to the front door, unlocks it with a small key, and picks you up to carry you over the threshold.

"Welcome home darling," he says.

You are led through the house, to the hallway to the cozy living room. taking everything in slowly.

The soft pillows on the sofa, your paintings on the walls, your books on the shelf, and Wilbur's record player and vinyl set up. His acoustic guitar set against the wall caused your eyes to well up.

"Wilbur," you began, but tears rolled down your face as the emotions overwhelmed you. Why was he going through all this trouble for a silly dream?

Wilbur frowned as he tried to place you on the recliner, but you clung to him, so he sat down with you in his lap. Speaking softly into your ear with tender words to calm you.

You drew away from him, noticing the worry in his gaze as you locked eyes with Wilbur, he searched your expression frantically, attempting to figure out the cause of your distressed state.

"Are you okay?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know it's a lot to take all at once, but I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry for being secretive."

You shake your head, in slight remorse for making him assume he upset you or pushed things too far.

"I'm just so happy." you beamed tearily.

Ease washed over him, and a sigh escapes his lips. Tears well in his eyes. He gently takes the back of your head and brings you to meet him for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as they enveloped yours passionately. You reciprocated his kiss, bringing your hands to thread in his hair. Your noses brushed as you pulled away to catch your breath.

While holding each other, you remained in that position. Your breathing was slow and unsteady, and tears streamed down your face as you cried onto Wilbur's shoulder. Everything, for the first time in a long time, felt perfect.

Everything you had ever wanted was with Wilbur, and you were never going to want anything else.

Wilbur knew in his heart, soon you would get bette, because you just had to.

End.

tagging: @merakiwi @trashcanduck  @addxms @ax-y10

[talulahinthestars]

stay here,where i am.

wilbur soot x reader.

pronounce:not used!

summary: wilbur needs to go on tour but you don't want him to go.

PS:English is not my first language please keep that in mind!

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sunshine peeks through the small slip in the curtains, you woke up with a sigh and checked the time. "8:56." you say to yourself , you decide to look beside you...a empty bed, wilburs suitcase still at the door..he was still here.

you placed your slippers on,robe and walk slowly through to the living room to see your tall british boyfriend tying his shoes. "hiya darling-" he says finishing his left shoe lace going to his right.

"hi." you let out trying to make it sound like something was wrong to try make him stay longer,"baby you know I can't stay if I could I would-" he didn't even get time to finish before you were beside him slipped under his arms weighing him down on his lap.

"stayyy" you pout as his dark brown eyes look at you his curls at perfect sight .... you didn't want him to leave.

"pleaseeee .... wil- stay here where I am!" he sighed as you finished your sentence, he gently lifted you off his lap and walked to the bedroom , you sighed it was no good.

you walk into the kitchen and make yourself a cup or tea/coffee still pouting "my boyfriend would rather play music than stay in bed with meee" you say as you heard him groan you let out a giggle

"darlin when I come back I'll stay in bed with you. Promise" ..a small silence then his suitcase rolling , the door opening then closing...he was gone you ran to your phone instantly and started texting him<3

[pink---condoms]

Take my breath away

unlovedbikerboy!Sapnap x loveseeking!Reader

Genre: Love story & a tiny bit of unwanted smut mentioned

Warnings: mentions of Sapnap's real name Nick, mentions of underage drinking, y/n being in a toxic relationship, abusive relationship, mentions of cheating and sex, backstabbing best friend & cursing.

Preview!: Y/n was in a toxic relationship with a boy named Adam.He use to be constantly bringing random girls home in their house to fuck them in the bedroom, that was once filled with love.Y/n would spend every night on the coach trying her best to sleep without crying ,but she always failed to hold in her emotions.And everytime time she'd try to leave him,he'd always gaslight her,manipulate her and blackmail her into thinking she's the problem.One day, one of Adam's friend was throwing a Halloween party and they were both invited to come.Adam had forced her that day to dress in the smallest costume possible.Through out the party she was smothered with the feeling of uncomfortable.Little did she know she was being watched and her knight in shining armor had came to rescue her.

Your Author p.o.v

Moans and skin slapping echoed through out the house, this is the fifth time for the month already.Y/n layed on the living room couch, a pillow sandwiched her head to try an block out the disturbing noises that was heard outside the room.But, nothing could stop her from hearing the smallest moan that escaped the room.

This wasn't the first time Adam had done this.There was plenty other nights where she got so fed up,that she slept in the car with only a pillow.The next day he wouldn't even bother to apologize or to ask if she slept well even though it was pointless.

Y/n tried multiple times to end they relationship but it was no use he always blackmailed her, telling her if she left him he'd kill himself and pin it on her.She even told him to do so that she wouldn't care if she got arrested but all she got was a slap to the right cheek and no food for three days.

His friends wasn't any difference.Every time they came over she would be treated like a maid, running back and forth to get them what they wanted.Y/n hated all of them but she knew if she didn't listen to them,there would be consequences for her actions when they left.

Halloween was approaching and Adam friends decided to throw a costume party, inviting over one hundred people including Y/n and Adam.Y/n didn't want to go,she insisted for Adam to go alone but all he did was throw her costume that he picked out at her.

The costume barely covered her ass, the slightest movement would have her ass out on the open.He could've at least let her picked her own costume.The costume role was an angel, a white fluffy skirt, a lace almost see through cropped top, stocking that reached her mid thighs with large platform heels and lastly a halo head band.

Y/n quickly got ready, not even bothering to do her hair just pasting the brush through her hair to get rid of any knots.She wanted to look good even though the costume wasn't her taste she decided to match her makeup to it.

Adam's costume role was supposedly supposed to be hot but to her it looked goofy asf.His costume was black suit with fake blood tinting it in random places, let's not forget his fake rolex watch.

The drive to the party was 15 minutes long.Y/n could feel his gaze on her, basically eye fucking her.While most girls who would've blush and enjoy his stare, Y/n hated it.She was uncomfortable and disgusted by him and herself.

After awhile, they both arrived at the party which was stacked with people.As they entered, Y/n's nostrils was instantly filled with the smell of weed,alcohol and sex.

Adam's friend greeted them as soon as they entered the house which only Adam returned.One of his friends eyes instantly dropped down her body, checking her out shamelessly in front of his own girlfriend.Your best friend.

Adam talked to his friends like you weren't right there.After awhile,your feet were starting to kill you from standing up so long until, one of his friend's girlfriend requested they all sit down which to Y/n's luck they all agreed.

They all sat down in the living room,Y/n made sure to put some distance between her and Adam.Having nothing to do, she decided to listen to what they were talking about.Big mistake.

She ear dropped and regretted it, they were all talking bout how good your best friend took them one by one.She knew her best friend hooked up with a lot of guys but, she never knew she'd betray her like this.

It's not like she loved Adam,she hated him but still at some point in life she did and it hurt to know that he fucked her best friend behind her back.

Her eyes welled up with tears while thinking about how messed up her life has been in the past year.She lost the man she once loved, she lost the girl she shared all her trauma and secrets with and most importantly she lost herself.

Y/n p.o.v

I tilt my head down, not wanting anyone to see me crying.The LED lighting made it easier for me to quickly wipe my tears without anyone noticing.Adam didn't seem to notice, not like I wanted him to notice I just wanted to get the fuck out of here.

To which I can't even tell him without him hitting me once we reached home.I pulled at the end of my skirt uncomfortably, suddenly noticing the way people were staring at me.

I hated this place and the people present here, I just wanted my old life back where I used to be happy.

Suddenly feeling like I needed to use the washroom, I tug Adam's arm to tell him where I was going.He just shooed me away 'ass crack' I thought to myself.

I already knew where the bathroom was, so I didn't need to ask anyone for help.I hurried up and did my business, before washing my hands and exiting that shit smelling washroom.

As I made my way back to the living room, I kept my head down and squeezed my way through the drunk crowd.And when I finally looked up where I was before, my heart dropped.My best friend was seated on Adam's lap, making out with him.

"What the fuck Adam!"

I yelled at him.They both jumped away from each other like lightning had strike them.

"I went to bathroom for five minutes and this is what I come back too" I managed to get out, tears clouding my sight.

I was so happy, it's finally over.

I still had to put on a act, almost everyone attention was us now.

"Y/n I'm sorry" was all he said.I wasn't complaining, all the sleepless nights, crying, arguments and the pain are over.

"It's over between us Adam" was all I said, before making my way out of the house.

I had no idea where I was gonna go now, but at least I wasn't going home with him.I sat on the porch of the house, chugging down a beer I grabbed from someone on my way out.

"Are you ok?" a voice questioned

I looked up to see where the voice came from, my eyes widened to the man in front of me.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nick's p.o.v

"Are you ok?" I asked the beautiful stranger, after seeing the shit that went down a few minutes ago.

Instead of getting a response, the mysterious girl just held eye contact with me.I took the opportunity to glance over her features, big doe eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, naturally long eyelashes, chubby cheeks and her perfect pink lips.

She was perfectly beautiful.

Neither of us spoke, nor did we break the eye contact that was held.

"Huh"

She finally spoke up, looking away and breaking our eye contact

God her voice, it was like a lullaby being sang by an angel.

"Are you ok?, you know from all the shit that went down between you and your boyfriend a few minutes ago". I repeated myself, but making obvious on what I was asking.

"Yeah I'm honestly relief that we're done with each other" She responded.

"Why?"I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but I was curious.

Without replying, she lifted her shirt a little, showing me a bruise that still looked fresh.

"Oh" was all I managed to say.He had been abusing her, why would anyone want to abuse her.I'm not saying anyone should be abuse, but it's her, just look at her.

She looked at me with a small frown, before looking away again."You got what you wanted to hear, shouldn't you be going now?"she questioned.

"No? I wanted to hangout with you, unless you don't want to or your leaving" I responded, and she looks back at me with those eyes again.fuck.

"You wanna hangout with me?" she points to herself her, voice laced with confusion, still looking up at me.

"Yeah unless you don't want too, it's ok" I said, making eye contact with her once again.

"Uh sure" her reply was short an simple, but I didn't push it, I'm getting to hang with her.

"What's your name?" she questioned, I took a seat on the porch where she sat."Nick, what about you, what's your name?" she looks at me before responding.

"Y/n" she said

Oh Y/n.

"It's nice to meet you Y/n" I put my hand out to her for a handshake, which she took."It's nice to meet you Nick"she shook my hand with a smile on her face.

The time flew by fast, I didn't even realize it been two hours already, she didn't seem to notice either.

"You wanna get out of here?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask her.A slow smile made it's way up her face "sure, where do you wanna go?"

"Come with me" I stand up, and offered my hand to her.She took my hand hesitantly, "I won't kidnap you, don't worry" I chuckled at her.

"Don't joke about it" she lightly tapped my shoulder, causing me to laugh out.

I noticed she was still holding onto my hand, so I interviewed both of our fingers together.She glanced back at me before turning away, with those two seconds she looked at me I saw red her cheeks had gotten.

Fuck.This woman would be the death of me.

Your Author p.o.v

Nick held on to Y/n's hand gently, as he led her through the shrinking crowd, to where his motorbike was parked.As they reached closer tothe bike Nick couldn't help but to notice how her hand trembled from the cold wind, without a second thought he took off his leather jacket,wrapping it around her small figure.

He was so close to her, she could've smell his expensive cologne.A blush spread around both of their faces when they realize how close they were.

"Um you sit over here, you'll need to grab onto me" Nick stated looking away, his face still burning bright red.

As he started the bike, she hugged his back lightly suddenly feeling a little frightened."You can hug me if your scard, I don't mind" he said after feeling her grip tighten around him slightly.

After making sure they were both secured, he took off, heading to where he always hang around. The beach.

Feeling the cool breeze, Y/n tilted her head back enjoying the wind that brush past her. She didn't know why she trusted Nick so much, literally three hours ago she didn't even know he existed, yet she trusted him more than she ever trusted Adam.

She didn't even realize the bike came to a halt, she was to busy enjoying the peace she hasn't felt in a long time. Nick climbed out the bike, before helping her out as well.

In silence, they sat on the sand, listening and watching how the gentle waves crash onto the beach shore. The full moon shined brightly onto them, setting a romantic tension between the strangers-friends.

Neither of them wanted to break the silence nor did they wanted it to keep on going. "I like it here, it's very nice" Y/n said, finally breaking the tension.

"Yeah I come here all the time whenever I feel stress" Nick responded, turning to look at the girl who sat at his right.

Even in a state of mess, she still looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Nick thought to himself, admiring the girl who he was so whipped up for after knowing her for only three hours. "So it's like your secret spot? "Y/n asked, turning to him only to find him already looking at her.

She didn't know why but seeing the way he looked at her somehow flustered her. "Yeah it is, it's nice to finally share it with someone" he chuckled, causing her to burst out in fits of giggles.

Soon they laughter died down, which left them gazing into each other eyes. Y/n couldn't understand why her heart was beating so fast for him.

Nick could also feel his heart, beating so fast, like it wanted to jump out his chest. Not realizing, they both were leaning in towards each other, still holding the eye contact with each other.

"Y/n" he said softly, as if he was scared the world would hear and ruin it for him. "Yes Nick" she answered back with the same tenderness in her voice.

"Please let me kiss you, only this once" he gazed into her eyes with hope. "You can kiss me Nick" she replied, to which he instantly cupped her face in his hands and pressed his lips up against hers softly.

Almost immediately she kissed him back, it was like she was waiting for all night. Her hands moved up to behind his neck, while his dropped to her waist to pull her closer.

The kiss was passionate, it was like a kiss between to souls that's finally been connected. Sadly, the kiss was broken apart, only for them to catch their breath.

Much to Nick's disappointment, he was happy he got to kiss her. With unsteady breath, they rested they forehead against each other's.

Her eyes were still closed, when he spoke up. "Y/n" he called out, "Mhm" she answered with her eyes still shut. "Look at me" slowly opening her eyes, she was greeted with instant eye contact with him.

"Give me a chance, give me a chance to hold you, to love you, to care for you, to worry about you, to know you, just give me a chance I promise to treat you right, better than your shitty ex boyfriend ever did, take how much time you need just don't say no to me"

She didn't mean to get emotional, but she couldn't help it. No one ever been so sincere with her after Adam.

Small tears clouded her eyes, as his words replayed in her head. Noticing the tears in her eyes, Nick starts to panic, thinking he probably fucked up or made her uncomfortable.

Not knowing what the future holds, they were happy.

She gave him a chance.

Not directly to be her lover, but to prove himself to her.

In which he did.

They were soulmates.

Lovers.

[fanboo]

They’re Sick HC’s

HEY. DO NOT READ TECHNOS IF YOURE GOING TO CRY

Dream

• Very needy bby

• Wants all the cuddles

• “Where’s Patches? I wanna pet my cat…”

• You bring him blankets, food, water, medicine and Patches

• Constantly reassuring you that he’s okay

• “It’s just a cold” he says as you take him to the doctor because he won’t stop puking

• Will yank you down into the bed to cuddle you

• But it’s cute

Sapnap

• “I’m literally fine Y/N I’m not sick”

• Is very sick

• Only admits it once you force him to take his temperature and is running a fever of 102°

• Surprisingly willing to tell you what feels wrong once you make him admit he’s sick

• Will help you take care of himself while also letting you do most of it because you don’t want him to exhaust himself

• Asks you to come cuddle for a bit

• Will fall asleep on you and will drool

Georgenotfound

• So. Fucking. Needy.

• “Y/N come cuddle pleaseeee”

• “Darling pleaaasssseeeee????”

• You basically have to lock him in his room

• Day two you caved and let him out instead of making him eat in bed

• He gave you covid

• Sapnap and Dream end up taking care of both of you

• “You two are idiots” “Shut the hell up Dream.”

WilburSoot

• He is so anxious when he’s sick

• Literally called you the second he realized he was ill

• “Don’t come over this week I’m sick.”

• “Wilbur I’m coming over, you get into bed”

• Says okay on the condition that you wear a mask at all times

• Only asks for things he needs to minimize the work you have to do

• Asks you to hold him for a bit because he couldn’t get warm and couldn’t sleep and it honestly helped him

• He’s so worried and cute and you keep him distracted the entire time

Tommyinnit

• “Y/N. I am ill.”

• Goes to bed and literally sleeps the entire time

• Lets you cuddle and get him food and whatnot

• Dude legit managed to sleep for the entire week with the exception of meal and bathroom times

• What the fuck Thomas

Technoblade

• “Eh, I’m fine”

• Still streamed

• When he started to get worse and was bedridden he’d still insist that he was okay because seeing his little sibling in so much distress caused him more pain than the cancer ever did

• He’d let you come and lay in his bed with him and you’d talk for hours

• You’d go into his room in the middle of the night and he’d wake up when he heard you open the door

• Always always ALWAYS let you hang out with him because he knew what was coming

• Told countless stories

• Comforted you to the very end

• I’m not crying you are

Tubbo

• It’s so cute

• He’s like a little kid

• Walks around the house in sweats and a blanket

• Follows you around like that

• Rests on the couch because he felt cooped up in his room

• Walks up to you from behind and adds you to his blanket and just stands there with his face pressed into your back

• Very cute

• You cuddle him a lot

• He’s so bby

Ranboo

• Mf will NOT admit to being sick

• You have to force them to go to bed

• “I am perfectly fine Y/N”

• “So who’s puke am I mopping up then?”

• Little shit

• Will not let you take care of them

• Insists on doing it himself

• Annoyingly cute

Philza

• Father is sick

• Where is Mumza

• “Mum. Dads sick.”

• You and Mumza make him stay in bed and do everything for him

• It’s fucking hilarious

• He just had a small fever and was literally fine but let you do this because it’s fun

• “Hello chat. I have a small fever so Y/N and Tristan are taking care of me.”

• Very good at acting sick for you

• “Thank you Y/N, I feel better already”

Karl Jacobs

• Shows up at your house wearing a blanket and goes straight to bed

• Sleeps half the time and helps you the other half

• It’s hard for him to eat when he’s sick so you tell him eat what he can and snack on the rest later and it helps

• Cuddles

• Helps you clean after he gets better

• He’s very cute

Quackity

• “I don’t get sick I get bitches”

• Very independent and actually takes good care of himself

• Does make you cuddle tho

• It’s all over once he pukes

• “I take it back I get sick. But also bitches.”

• Goes to bed and lets you do everything

• “Thank you Y/N” he mumbles quietly

• Forehead kisses for him

[cloverhasnobrain]

Should I make more Wilbur posts? Tbh I will write almost anything, especially for Wilbur, Dream amd Quackity, please send requests sexies💕