#softball!wilma x reader

[lillylvjy]

Now all I want is you.

notes; are we surprised?? I loved writing this- and I have 5 more coming for y’all so be ready for some softball Wilma fics! (And some painter Wilma fics too, promise)

warnings; tooth rotting fluff omg! , nose kisses, Wilma being adorable in the morning, kissing, awkward conversations??, pet names, Wilma panics a bit, just over all cuteness and if I missed anything, please tell me!

edited; yes! By lovely @saccharinesunset ! Y’all should go follow them, they’re pretty cool!

wc; 1.7k

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

This lovely character was created by @phxntomsdusk and they have a pretty awesome series they’re writing about her here! So if you like this, it’s all inspired by that!

Enjoy!

It was way too early to be awake, the sun from the sheer, tan curtains peeking through and saying hello and good morning as you groaned and turned your head away from the harsh sun’s rays of light. As you shifted your body away from the sun, the pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulled you tighter against the body that the arms belonged to.

Smiling, you slowly opened your eyes, letting them adjust to the newly lit room. Your gaze went to the sleeping girl who was lying on top of you, holding you like you’d leave at any moment, yet so gently that you almost believed you were a fragile piece of art that she created.

You gently placed a hand in her hair, moving the hair that fell on her face to look at her as you ran your fingers through her hair. You smiled down at her; her mouth was slightly open, small snores coming out as her head was pressed to your chest. She looked precious and calm. You didn’t want anything to happen but for her to stay here with you in this moment, looking as calm and at peace as she did right now.

Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, you felt her body shift and felt her nuzzle into you more. Her nose scrunched up as your hair tickled her face, making you giggle at her cute expression. Hearing her groan and sigh, you rubbed her head again, smiling down at her as she moved up and hid her face in your neck.

“Good morning to you too, baby,” you said as she whined and moved the blanket up to encase her whole body, only leaving your head exposed.

“No talking, more sleep.” Her voice was raspy and full of sleep, arms wrapping around you even tighter as her legs stayed tangled in yours.

Laughing, you pulled the blanket off and moved your head so her face was visible for you again. Wilma realized she wouldn’t win this battle to stay asleep any time soon, so she opened her eyes slowly, making sure to blink away the sleep as much as she could before her vision cut to see you smiling at her. Smiling back, she placed a kiss on your lips before you pushed her back slightly and shook your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth ye—”

“Shhh, I don’t care…” Wilma cut you off as she slowly leaned back down and placed another kiss on your lips, one that was much longer and full of so much love and warmth. Gently putting her weight on her left forearm, she placed her right hand on your cheek as she shifted up the bed so her head was in line with yours, making the moment a bit more comfortable for you both.

It was slow, nothing more than pure adoration and love during the moment, the two of you only wanting to be with each other and never leave the other’s embrace. Who cares about softball and art and school when Wilma could spend all day looking at you and talking with you? Yes, she loved softball, but she started loving you more a long time ago. You were a walking, living, breathing piece of art as it was, so technically, she could stare at you for hours on end and learn as much from it as she could from any other piece of art, maybe even more. She didn’t really like school, so that was a bonus for her either way. She just wanted you and you only. And you wanted her just as much.

As you pulled away, eyes meeting her own chocolate-brown eyes, a smile formed on your mouth as you remembered why this morning was so important and why this sleepover even happened. Well, part of the reason.

As you reached your arm back, Wilma looked at you with confusion. Yet her own smile took shape as you grabbed your phone and looked at the time.

8:45.

You showed her the screen and laughed, as she still had furrowed eyebrows and let out a confused giggle.

“What?” She asked as she took your phone away and looked in your eyes again as your laughing came down a bit.

“You actually forgot! Maybe I am a bad influence on you….”

“Forgot what? You better tell me!”

“You have practice in 15 minutes, star player,” you said as your words registered in Wilma’s head and her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets at any time. She quickly hopped off of you as she scrambled to her dresser, getting her pants and belt out as well as a random shirt and socks.

“Shit, okay! I wouldn’t say you're a bad influence, more of a distraction from how beautiful you are“---a kiss—“And yet again, that isn’t your fault. More of mine for getting caught up, but I’m not mad!”---and another one. “Are you gonna get ready?”

Wilma kept coming back over to kiss you while getting ready, almost tripping and falling on her face from her pacing everywhere all at once. Giggling, you quickly got up and grabbed her shoulders as she did her belt and looked up at you with raised eyebrows, her chest going up and down unevenly.

“Breathe.” You said as she took a deep breath with you and nodded, finally settling down into a comfortable stance. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to get ready. You get dressed and then I’ll braid your hair quickly. It won’t hurt you being late just once. Plus, my mom knows I spent the night and how we’re both not morning people; she’ll understand. I promise,” you told her as you kissed her cheek. She finished putting on her belt and hummed in understanding. You went to your bag and grabbed the pair of leggings you brought with you, but didn’t grab the shirt, as you had an idea.

You went to her dresser and opened up her shirt drawer, going all the way to the left and finding that one baby blue shirt of hers, the one with her number on the back that was slightly cracked from the wash, with the team name on the front. You had designed them a couple years ago for the team to have, making them and having your mom hand them out to them without them knowing it was all you. Let’s just say Wilma was the only one that ever really knew, and she never let you live it down. You slid it onto your body, the shirt falling big like most of her shirts did, and put on socks and sneakers before making your way to the bathroom where Wilma waited.

As she looked up at you through the mirror, she smiled at you as she saw the shirt. She always thought you looked best in her clothes, made them look better than she did. But she loved it—always loved when you wore it out in public or one of her old jerseys to the games and sat in the dugout with your mom, cheering her on. She appreciated it and loved it so much.

She turned around, quickly wrapping her arms around your waist as she leant down and kissed you gently before pulling back and looking at the shirt. “You look good, baby.”

You smiled up at her as you caressed her jawline. “Thank you, my love. Now let’s get this hair braided so we can leave!”

After braiding Wilma’s hair, you both went downstairs, greeting her mom and Wilbur as you filled her water and she made sure she had everything she needed. And just as soon as you greeted them both, you said your farewells, knowing for a fact you would probably be seeing them again sooner rather than later.

Hopping in Wilma’s truck, she quickly put her practice playlist on, which was filled with country and folk music, just something to get her in the mood to play her best. As if she ever had a bad day. At least, you never thought she did. It was different for her, obviously.

Both of you sang the lyrics, windows rolled down, letting the slightly warm air into the car as Wilma held your hand on the center console and smiled at you every once in a while.

As you both finally made it to the field, seeing the girls just throwing to each other, Wilma asked you for the time as she got her bag.

“9:10! Not bad for not speeding!” you joked as she scoffed and took her water from you.

“Oh shush! I don’t speed.”

“Oh really? Remember that one movie night we had? When there were only a couple more stocks of those balls you really like? Oh! Or when I—“

“Okay! I get it! I speed…sometimes,” Wilma said as you both went into the dugout and set your stuff down, Wilma getting her shoes on, asking you to tie them for you claiming she needed to save her hands for pitching, which got an eye roll and a smile from you.

“Nice for you to join us!” your mom called out with a smile as you both walked out, Wilma quickly apologizing before going with the rest of the girls. You walked up to your mom, putting your hat on, as the sun started to shine brighter in the sky as the morning hours went on. “Have fun?”

“Please don’t be mad at her,” you said as you looked at her with a serious expression. “We both overslept and didn’t realize the time—“

“Honey. I don’t care. I was your age once too! Having fun and being young and in love! Just don’t do anything ba—“

“I’m walking away! We’re not having this conversation right now,” you said as you covered your ears and walked back to the dugout, grabbing a glove.

“We’ll talk about it later, fine. But I’m not mad, I’m just happy you both are here. I get it. Now I need your help with some stuff—“

You drowned your mom out as you had quick eye contact with Wilma, her sending you a smile as she turned back to her teammate she was throwing with, leaving you a giddy, blushing mess.

Jesus, she was going to be the death of you.

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[phxntomsdusk]

Valentine’s day with my bursonas

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

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

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

Klepto!Wilbur:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Softball!Wilma:

this damn girl is going ALL out for you

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

but on THE day?? be prepared ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baseball!Wilbur:

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

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

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

dear y/n,

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

love, wilbur <3

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

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

safe to say he had a valentine !!

Goth!Wilma:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lillylvjy]

all the (lights down low)

notes; hello! Um, this took a bit to write and edit but - I hope you all enjoy! This is from @phxntomsdusk softball!wilma au! Go check it out! Love myself softball wilm-

warnings; TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! Wilma and reader being so in love, Wilma being cocky, mentions of hurting each other jokingly!, kissing, dancing, country music…, and if I missed anything please tell me. Oh yeah, Wilma wears rings-

edited; slightly I skimmed

wc; 2.8k

who; softball!wilma x reader (gn! reader)

(I will he using this picture again in the future)

Today was pretty boring and gloomy. The sun wasn’t shining like it usually was, even though Wilma insisted the sun was right in front of her eyes shining so bright and beautiful, and rain coating everything in sight.

You were currently by your locker, getting ready to go to the last class you had before you got to leave. You were thinking about what you would do after you left, knowing that your mom already cancelled practice with the help of you begging her to because of the rain.

Sleeping, get coffee, annoy Wilma- that sounds fun!

You quickly got interrupted when someone shut your locker from behind you and kept the hand placed on the metal. From the look of the muscular hand and rings, you had a guess who it was.

“Turn around, I wanna see my pretty baby.” You could practically hear the smirk as she talked. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly turned around and leant against the locker, Wilma’s arm beside your head. Looking up at her, you quickly tried to hide your smile as she smiled down at you. Call it cheesy or gross, but you could never not blush and get flustered when she looked at you like you were the only person she’ll ever need. “Hey, don’t hide that smile from me! Look at me, please.”

You quickly lifted your head again and looked at her with a soft smile, bringing a hand up softly to rest of her cheek. “Hello my love.”

“Hi baby.” Wilma said with a soft voice as she rested her forehead on yours. “How’s your day so far?”

“Good, besides the rain. I wanted to do something today.”

“Well thank god I showed up because I have something you can do!” Wilma said as she kissed your cheek and wrapped her arm around your neck, walking you to your next class that you had together. You both thanked the universe at the end of the day for putting you in a lot of the same classes together.

“Hmm and what is that?” You looked up at her with a raised brow and a smile as she glanced down at you with a smirk.

“Since practice was cancelled, I was thinking that we could maybe….” Wilma stopped in front of the class and let you walk in first, finding the lab station you were both assigned at. “Go to the batting cage together? Throw me some pitches and I’ll do the same?”

You set your supplies down as you laughed at her question, nervousness lacy underneath the genuine words. “Like a date?”

Wilma looked at you with wide eyes, then quickly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

You shook your head at her, loving how she still got nervous around you. Yes you’ve only been dating for a little bit of time but, you found it cute. Showed she cared about you and how things went. You kissed her cheek as the bell rang and you both sat down.

As the teacher started talking about what you were going to be doing today in class you leant over to Wilma, voice low and head down. “I’ll get us food after if you drive.”

Wilma’s eyes quirked up to find yours as she smirked. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing at the new found excitement in her eyes. Sitting up, you placed your hand in hers under the table as you listened in to the lab you were doing.

After the bell rang, Wilma walked you to your locker and helped you get your bag, and might you add as fast and messy as she could. Her excitement was showing very clearly and she looked like a golden retriever that was about to get the biggest toy it’s ever had in its life.

“Love c’mon! I wanna go as soon as we can before it gets busy! Wil plans on meeting us there with his partner after their last class. So before he annoys me, I wanna spend some time with you!” Wilma said as she shut your locker and grabbed your hand dragging you out of the school as freshman and other students past with tired yet hopeful looks for there last period to be over. Thank god you and Wilma didn’t have stay for an extra hour… you would’ve cried.

“I’m coming! Slow down!” You laughed as she held your backpack in her other hand while dragging you to her car. It was a little muddy from how much it had rained lately but, it added to the rustic look.

Throwing your backpack in the bed, the cover pulled over to ensure the it was dry, and opened your side of the car for you and bowed as she gestured for you to get in.

“Why thank you.” You said as you lifted her head and kissed her quickly as you got in, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as you could. Yes, it was a light drizzle but who knew what that could turn into at any moment. Not like you cared.

Wilma laughed as she shut the door and quickly ran to her side of the car, getting in and starting the old machinery up.

“My music or yours?”

“Or we could play the playlist we have together….” You told her as Wilma slowly nodded in embarrassment and quickly put the music on.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Damn right I do.” Wilma said as she quickly turned out into the road out of the parking lot, grabbing your hand in hers as the music softly rang throughout the car.

After the long car ride to the batting cages, filled with terrible singing, laughs and Wilma begging you to get food now but you convinced her to wait until after so her stomach wasn’t in pain. Wilma grabbed her softball bag from the bed, packed with two bats, one for her and the one she bought you for times like these. She also had clothes to change into, as well as some extra for you knowing this was a last minute thing for you.

Walking into the building, Wilma said hi to the worker as she asked what cages were open, and of course she chose the one that was farthest away. She always did, even if all of them were open. She liked being away from people so she could just be in her zone and spend time with you as private as she could get in this situation.

“Ok, wanna get changed? I know wearing jeans and doing all of this won’t be fun. I brought extra clothes you left over at mine so don’t look at me like that.” Wilma laughed at your expression as she threw clothes at you.

Catching them in your embrace, you quickly looked at them, then at her. “Thank you.” You said as you went up to her and kissed her cheek, before passing her to go to the restroom the place had.

Wilma stood in a trance, heat rushing to her cheeks as a bright smile took over her features, spinning around to follow close behind you.

Following through the door, you both went in your own respective stalls as you both talked.

“Please don’t kill my hand like you did last time!” You said as your voice was muffled as you put your shirt on.

“Cant promise anything darling. Sometimes I can’t handle how hard I throw!” Wilma said as she opened her stall door and went infront of the mirror, putting her shoes on and patiently waiting for you to be done.

“Fine, then I won’t try to avoid hitting you when I bat…” you said as you opened your stall door with a smile as you went next to the tall women in the mirror and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Please don’t! I don’t need a bruise on my thigh again nor do I need Wilbur interrogating me-“

“That was pretty funny though!”

“No it wasn’t! I had to tackle him to not tell mom and dad. Wasn’t my proudest moment…”

“Yeah yeah, cry about it- turn around so I can do this quickly, please?” You asked nicely as you smiled up at her, her annoyed expression resting on her face as she turned. You could tell she wanted to keep the act up but the small quirk of her lip going up when you smiled at her and the way she immediately relaxed into your hands once you started braiding told you more than enough. “Feels good?”

“Always, love when you play with my hair. I feel like a cat!”

“Well you are my cat so technically…” you said as Wilma smiled. You quickly finished both sides of the braid and kissed her forehead as she turned around. “Ready to kill me?”

“Oh shush you’ll be fine!”

Your laughter carried through the warehouse as you both walked back to the cage. Once you both got in, Wilma got her glove out as she handed you your bat and your own glove she insisted you needed, jokingly going through safety precautions before getting her speaker out and connecting her phone.

It became a joke for Wilma to go through tips and safety instructions before you went to bat, because the first time Wilma wasn’t beside you or behind you, helping your stance and making sure you don’t hurt yourself, the bottom of the bat ended up hitting your head and giving you a concussion. Let’s just say the hospital visit wasn’t the best way to tell your mom.

But you for sure have improved since then, and it showed.

Wilma had a routine: get in, get changed, get music on and go.

She usually had country on while she was practicing, gave her more motivation and just made her feel good about what she was doing. Almost like how softer music did when she painted or drew. It was interesting and neither of you could figure out why, but you both enjoyed it.

After the speaker made the connection noise and started playing a soft melody of a guitar, she stood up and went to the pitchers net, picking one of the balls up.

“Ok, give me one sec and… ready! Don’t go easy on me, miss. This is for you after all….” You said as you pointed your bat at her. She held her hands up in defense as she nodded at you.

The first pitch was light, you could tell. It didn’t have the speed and precision her pitches usually had, plus it was an easy hit. You looked at her with a raised brow as she picked another ball up. “Best you got? Or are you scared I might actually be able to hit them this time?”

“Ohhh okay, getting a bit cocky I see..” Wilma stood with a smile, tossing the ball up in the air in her right hand and caught it with her left. “Ok, fine. You asked for this!” She pointed at you as she got ready to pitch.

To say the pitch changed entirely from the first one was an understatement. You always forget how much power is behind her pitches. How she can even get that much power behind it? A question you ask yourself all the time. Yes she was fit, but not muscular, so it always surprised you at first. Still does but you’ve gotten used to it.

The ball left her hand with clean movements. Wrist snapping as the ball split the air in half in its wake. You didn’t have time to think or move before you heard the ball hit the cage behind you.

“Jesus-“

“Strike one, darling.”

“Oh shush, I got this next one!” You said as you got ready once again, your stance not perfect but it was good enough for now. Keeping your eye on her hand and the ball, she got ready to pitch.

Th pitch was just as hard and fast, but this time you were prepared. Your body loved as you swung your arms around, the bat following quickly with the movement. The sound of metal hitting the leather ball echoes through the building with the music. Wilma hid behind the pitchers net as the ball soared in the air, being stopped by the net that hung above you both, her smile wide as she looked at you.

“Now that was a home run!” You laughed as Wilma comes running at you. She wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you in the air. “That was so good! I’m so proud of you!”

“I literally hit a ball!” You exclaimed as she twirled you both around, excitement seeping out of her like a fountain.

“And? You hit one of my pitches! That’s incredible, barely anyone can-“

“Ok now, don’t get too cocky.”

“Am I wrong?” The taller girl asked you with a raised eyebrow in question. When she didn’t get a response from you and saw you bit your lip, she laughed. “Exactly! I’m proud of you, you hit the ball, let alone most likely got a home run if we were outside. That’s amazing!” Wilma said as she lifted you once again and ran around.

As much as it seemed childish, it was fun. It was one of the only times you two could actually be, teenagers. Forget you had responsibilities and just be with each other and act stupid. It was freeing. And it was with her which made everything better.

After she set you down, a new melody seeped into the area surrounding you as Wilma’s eyes widened.

Kind of love we make by Luke Combs.

“Dance with me, please?!” Wilma asked as she grabbed your hands in hers, a smile taking over her face as she slowly started to shimmy your arms with hers. Rolling your eyes fondly, you nodded as she squealed. Bringing you closer to her, she placed her arms around your waist as your fell around her neck, both of you falling into a rhythm and singing your hearts out.

Wilma placed her forehead on yours as the bridge came on and sang softly to you, as if the words were directed to you. And in a way they were, in her mind and yours. She did this with almost every song that had some sort of romantic connection behind it, and you kept each lyrical line she did it to in your phone.

Once the chorus started up again, she quickly pulled back and spun you around. Falling back into her arms, you softly laughed at her lovesick look on her face, it slowly making its way to your own. Wilma pulled you closer to her as she placed her forehead on yours and closed her eyes, letting the moment stay just for a little longer.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wilma gently placed her lips against yours in a soft kiss, no one here to interrupt or make fun of you both. Love and longing all in one as the kiss continued for a few more moments, both of you forgetting about the music and where you were. Only wanted to stay in each other space and be in your own world.

“Sup bitches- ok! We are not doing this while we’re here.” Wil cut himself off as he saw you both from the entrance, his partner behind him. They both slowly walked down to the cage next to you guys and settled there.

Rolling your eyes you let go of Wilma as you turned to look at the other sibling, Wilma groaning yet her hold on your waist constant.

“If we can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

“Wait we’re actually gonna listen to him?!” Wilma asked you as she looked at you from where her head was on your shoulder, tone surprised and confused.

“Oh no! I just wanted to fuck with him!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“You love us!”

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[lillylvjy]

Practice in the rain (and mud in the hair)

notes; hello! Another softball!wilma fic! Um nothing much to it! This beautiful character was created by @phxntomsdusk ! Go read their series they have for her!

warnings; rain and thunder, mud being thrown, wilm is a child and so are you, fluffy fluff fluff, kissing in the rain, teammates being teammates, and if I missed anything please tell me!

wc; 1k (it’s short but cute)

edited; yes!

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

Once it started raining outside, that’s when you started to worry. But once Wilma or your mom didn’t answering their phone multiple times, that’s when panic started to arise. The forecasts showed that it would be thundering any minute now, and you know for a fact your mom wouldn’t let the girls practice in those conditions, even if she seemed like it.

Once they didn’t answer another couple times, you decided you needed to go to the field and see if they were dead or just ignoring you. Either didn’t ease your nerves. Thank god you lived close to the fields, or you would call it quits and wait until the rain stopped.

As you pulled up into the parking lot, your car dirty from the dirt road now being straight up mud, you didn’t see anyone on the field yet cars still lined the parking lot. Wilma’s truck stood there in all its glory too. With furrowed brows, you prepared yourself to get out of the car and into the rain mother nature thought looked fit for today. You just thanked her that it wasn’t cold.

You closed your door quickly as you ran to the gate leading into the dugout, and yet again, no one. Not one single soul was in the hooded area, keeping away from the rain and staying dry. A loud familiar laugh cut your thoughts off as your head snapped up to see Wilma lying on the grass, mud coating her whole body as the rain tried it’s best to wash it away but doing very little with how much she seemed to be on the ground.

Your confused expression turned into one of amusement as a smile took form on your face and a laugh bubbled up in your throat, almost tickling the back of it until you finally let it out, all eyes turning in the direction of your laugh.

“What are you doing here?!” You heard your mom yell from across the field to you, also surprised to see her in the rain and having fun. You didn’t realize Wilma getting up and making her way over to you with a big smile while you talked.

“None of you were answering your phones while it’s raining like a mad house, and it’s supposed to thunder so I was worried and came to see-“ you cut your sentence off with a yelp as Wilma threw you over her shoulder and brought you out into the rain with everyone else. All the girls, including your mom, cheered as Wilma spun you around while you screamed and hugged her waist tightly, begging her to let you down.

“Ok ok!” Wilma set you down before cupping your face in her hands, mud spearing across it from her hands but you didn’t mind, just glad she was ok. Smiling at each other, Wilma placed a small kiss on your lips as you all heard the girls ooo’ing and some fake gagging as you did.

Pulling away, Wilma’s smile brightened more at the new found mud that appeared. She pulled you into a hug picking you up so she was carrying you over to the rest of the group.

“Hi darling, ready to get messy?”

“Wait, what does that me-“ you got cut off yet again when Wilma gently set you down on your feet and smiled at you before lightly pushing you. With the ground being muddy and slippery, your shoes didn’t have good traction so you inevitably fell into a big pile of water and mud.

Lying there for a second or two, you excepted your fate, letting the mud and water soak into your clothes and paint your skin. Looking at wilms and the rest of the group, they were all laughing. You secretly grabbed two handfuls of mud and threw one at your mom, coating her legs and stomach, before quickly getting up and chasing Wilma as she ran away from you.

“Oh darling! Why are your running away?! I just want a hug!” You yelled as you quickly caught up to her. Finally being neck to neck with her, you threw the mud at her back as she slowed down. “Didn’t think you could out run me yeah?” You said, panting a bit as the rain drenched you both.

Your smile was big and bright, shining as bright as the sun was just a few minutes ago before the clouds took over. But that didn’t stop Wilma from feeling warmth run down her whole body, content and love running through with it.

“No, no I didn’t. But I do think I can do this.” Wilma whispered as she softly grabbed your face in her hands and dipped her head down to meet her lips with yours. Your arms wrapping around her waist, subconsciously lifting off your feet a bit to rest on your tip toes.

It was a bit cheesy, kissing in the rain. But neither of you minded when the moment felt so right, so perfect. Both of you covered in mud, rain falling harder as thunder rumbled in the background. You definitely were going to be sick tomorrow.

“They make me sick from how cute they are.” You heard one of the girls say as the others agreed while you and Wilm pulled away from each other. Laughing, you both turned back to the group and walked over to them.

“Hey! Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to hate on us! We know we’re cute…” Wilma drifted off as she rested her forehead on yours and smiled down at you.

“Oh for fuck sake-“

“Wait that was so cute!”

“Get a room!”

Various words came out of the girls mouths as they all left you both to your own devices, chasing each other and going back to their games.

“They hate us.” You said whispered to her as you booped your nose with hers

“ hmm maybe, but I love you.”

“And I love you.” You said as you kissed her softly before pushing her down onto the mud covered ground as you started to back up slowly while laughing. “But I needed my payback….”

“Oh you little-“ Wilm said as she got up and sprinted towards you. You immediately started running away while laughing.

Let’s just say there was mud in your hair for a bit longer than wanted.

Taglist; @mysticalsoot @whos-nicooo (if I missed anyone or if you want to be added, my asks and dms are wide open!)

[lillylvjy]

Things you and softball/hs wilm would post!

notes; hi! So this was super fun to make! Loved it! Also the people in the photo aren’t who I imagine are what people look like! It’s just the photo itself that the person would definitely take! Enjoy! Character and au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

warnings; Wilma and reader are chaotic, some suggestions by Wilma but not bad, really just all Instagram post and cute stuff so! If I kissed anything let me know!

who; softball!wilma x female!reader, hs!wilma x reader (I’m sorry, I tried making it gn but like- there wasn’t any good photos so! I’ll make a gn one when I find good photos I promise!)

y/n.is.cool_ : so we came across this fella on the way home from the fields….. @ wilma.sb can you get him for me?

wilma.sb: absolutely not 😊

~ y/n.is.cool_: why not 😔 he’s cute

~ wilma.sb: darling I don’t have that kind of money and plus you have me, I’m equally as good as that fella!

{ liked by y/n.is.cool_ and more}

wilma.sb : I let her drive my truck…. Send help. @ y/n.is.cool_

@ y/n.is.cool_ : I’m a great driver! I handled her with care, and you know I did. You were too busy singing and being a passenger princess to appreciate it-

-@ wilma.sb: such a lie! You drove down the road to the fields and said you couldn’t drive anymore and it was scary being up that high…. Plus you almost went into a ditch so yeah! I’m good with driving :)

-@ y/n.is.cool_: know what! You like me in your passenger seat…. you just won’t admit it!

-@ wilma.sb: never said I didn’t darling <3

-@wilbur.bb: get a room!

{liked by y/n.is.cool_ and more}

@ y/n.is.cool_ : she tried pottery! ….let’s just say this didn’t end well- @ wilma.sb

@wilbur.bb: she lost control of the spinning thingy and it got all over me and y/n and I wanted to cry-

-@ y/n.is.cool_: at least we looked like we did something in class!

-@wilbur.bb: but my pants-

-@ wilma.sb: stop being a baby!

-@wilbur.bb: you ruined my clothes…. You’re only allowed to ruin your clothes not mine!

-@ wilma.sb: oops?

-@ y/n.is.cool_: children….

{liked by wilma.sb, wilbur.bb and more}

@ wilma.sb: one plays softball and the other is there for support (aka the coaches daughter….)

@ y/n.is.cool_: couldn’t be me… unless I’m the coaches daughter option

-@ wilma.sb: darling I’m pretty sure your the coaches daughter option, as much as you come to practice, you’re not very good at the game-

-@ y/n.is.cool_: hey! I think I’m pretty good thank you very much! Plus you like having me as a buddy for practice-

-@ wilma.sb: damn right I do baby

-@wilbur.bb: get a room!

-@ wilma.sb: y/n and I both say fuck off-

{liked by y/n.is.cool and more }

Should I do more?

[phxntomsdusk]

Goth!Wilma headcanons - fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Softball!Wilma hc’s

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Pictures Softball!Wilma would take

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

context under the cut;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hurricane - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: when wilma is finally convinced to go out with friends, her night takes a turn at the sight of you

warnings: drinking, making out, kinda angst?

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

word count: 375

Wilma hadn’t had a good time since, well, your breakup. Her friends had been trying to get her to go out for months, and finally their persuasion worked. They had taken her to the local bar, bought her drinks and made her do a bit of karaoke.

The entire time she felt like herself for the first time in a long time. She was praying you weren’t gonna show up, it was your favorite bar after all.

While she wobbled away from the small stage and went back towards her friends, she saw one of yours. An entire small table filled with your closest friends, instantly her face had dropped.

She panicked and tried to find her own group, until her gaze found you. The way you strolled inside, the slight wind blowing through your hair. She was doing alright, but just your sight has her heart storming. The moon went hiding, stars quit shining, you wrecked her whole world when you came in. It hit her like a hurricane.

The two of you had made eye contact, with her awkwardly walking away. You decided to follow her; she knew this would be a long night.

The two of you sat at the bar together, with you both drinking whiskey on ice, making eye contact the entire time. The conversation was normal at first, until you started talking about you guys together again.

She knew she should have put her drink down and walked out; ‘cause then she wouldn’t be in her truck, driving back to your house.

By the time you got there your lips were locked together, drunkenly making your way towards your bedroom, with you practically crashing back onto the bed.

She looked down at you with half lidded eyes, the moonlight barely shining through your curtains. It was only midnight, the lights were off, and yet you won her heart right back to your bedside.

“I missed you.” She spoke quietly, kissing you again for a moment, before resting her forehead against yours. “I missed you too, Wilm.”

She knew by the time you both sobered up, you probably wouldn’t remember bringing her home, but for now she was gonna enjoy having you in her arms.

Even if you wouldn’t remember.

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It’s rainy here-

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

Notebook vibes… it’s a need.

Rainy - Softball!Wilma x Gn!Reader

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

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

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

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

word count: 442

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Softball Wilma

highschool and soulmate au

Best friend sibling

You can interpret-

Highschool sweethearts - Softball!Wilma

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

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

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

word count: 2.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl was finally yours.

[phxntomsdusk]

Candy hearts - Softball!Wilma

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

warnings: none <3

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

word count: 525

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweetheart,

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

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

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

Love, Wilma :)

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

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

Hey Wilma!

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

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

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

From, yours truly <3

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

She was definitely looking forward to tonight.

[lillylvjy]

Won’t pretend to know (the challenges your facing)

notes; long title yes.. if you know where it’s from I love you /p. But this is very much a fic I came up with on the spot and I like it so! Take it and enjoy!

warnings; reader has a little sister, little sister is trying to be perfect for her mother, Wilma shares her wisdom, Wilma and Rory content, so much fluff!!!! If I missed anything please tell me!

edited: nope

wc: 1.8k

who: softball!wilma x reader (au by @phxntomsdusk )

“Hey y/n- oh! Hi Wilma!” You turned around to see your sister standing in your doorway to your bedroom where you and Wilma were. You both were supposed to be studying for your pre calc test but… let’s just say you both were gonna wing it tomorrow.

“Hey Rory! What’s up?” Wilma smiled at your sister, standing up from your bed as she went over to hug the younger girl who was once looking for you.

Aurora adored Wilma. Always came with you and your mom to games, sat next to you and watched the game with wide eyes as Wilma pitched or was up to bat. She was fascinated with everything Wilma did on the field. How fast the pitch was, the way her arm and wrist worked together to get that perfect air behind it. How her form was effortless when she was up to bat and how it looked so easy for her. She wrote a paper on Wilma once, saying that she was what inspired her to work harder at softball.

She was as already the pitcher for her club team and she was damn good at it, but she always complained how she wasn’t “Wilma good” yet. You and Wilma both told her that she doesn’t have to be “Wilma good”, she has to be… well Rory good! Yet that didn’t ease her mind. Especially with batting.

She always got mad at you and your mom whenever you were out practicing with her, you pitching and mom behind Aurora, helping her stance on batting and her technique on swinging. Yet, whenever she couldn’t get it right after so long, she would throw the bat down and huff off to the dugout. She wanted to be good, really good, and you all knew that.

That’s why Wilma took up the job of helping her train.

“Nothing much, I was just about to ask y/n help me with pitching again but-“

“Hey! Don’t think about it, she’s my girlfriend and I want her with me.” You said as you made grabby hands at the tall brunette, wanting her back in your area.

She laughed as she watched you, eyes full of love as she came over to you and pulled you up so you were sitting up.

“Love, let’s hear her out yeah?” Wilma proposed as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. Slowly nodding your head, you leant into the touch as she sat next to you, wrapping arm around you as she nodded to your sister to continue.

“Can you help me with batting? Maybe pitching too?“ she asked, making it obvious there’s more to her ask than she wanted to say, but you and Wilma both knew what it was.

Wilma smiled, a hint of sadness behind it as she nodded. It broke Wilma to say the least. As much as it should inspire her and make her feel giddy, it just makes her feel wrong. No one should aspire to be as good as someone else, they should aspire to be as good as they possibly can and desire to be and have that inspiration to motivate them. Not drive them crazy like it did with Rory.

But Wilma didn’t let that bother her too much in the moment.

“Yeah of course, but only for a bit ok? Kind of have a koala stuck to me.” Wilma joked as the image of your arms wrapped around her waist and head on her chest was set in front of the younger, her giggling with Wilma.

“Oh, ok! I can just let go of you and hang out with Wil-“

“You wouldn’t dare leave me for my brother!” Wilma said in a matter-of-factly tone.

“That’s true, you’re right on that one. But please be quick, I want to take a nap…” you said as you got up and stretched, Wilma following behind you.

“Super quick! I’m gonna grab my stuff!” The girl said as she ran down stairs. Shaking your head you smiled at the spot she once was as Wilma sighed in content as she wrapped her arms around your waist and placed her head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll make it quick, I promise.” Wilma whispered to you as she kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, dragging you down stairs with her. As you both reached the kitchen, you saw Aurora waiting for you both by the back door, throwing the ball up in the air and catching it in her glove. Once she saw you two, she immediately perked up and took her glove off.

“Can we do batting first? I’m not good at it…” Rory said quietly as if the girl would make fun of her. Instead Wilma gave her a soft smile and crouched down to look up at her.

“Hey, that’s ok. You don’t have to be good at it right now, it takes time. In order to be good, you have to find that desire in you. Not in others you aspire to be like. This is your talent, not mine or any one else’s. If anything you should aspire to be better than me! You’re already looking like it!” Rory giggled at that with a big smile. “I don’t want you to be “Wilma good”, no one does. People want you to be “Rory good”. They want to see your talent. Not mine.” Auroras eyes lit up at that statement.

No one’s told her that before, that people wish to see her talent. Her mom always harped on her about how she needs to be good enough to even think about playing in highschool, let alone college. So she chose to focus on Wilma. Moms favorite player. She never really thought she had a talent in her, that’s why she was so insistent on being “Wilma good”. Wanting to make her mom proud with how she was just as good as her favorite player. But now.. she wants to play for her, not her mom.

“Be me good?”

“She’s right. Don’t listen to what mom says, you are as good as it gets. Show mom you don’t have to be like other players. Show her you can play like you, the best damned softball player I know!” You said as you brought her into your side and rubbed her head with your knuckles.

“Hey! Ok ok! I’ll show mom! But I’m still stealing your girlfriend away….” Rory says with a slight grin as you roll your eyes and nod. Both of them cheer as they run outside, leaving you behind to lean against the door frame and watch with loving eyes.

Wilma was so careful and gentle with her, always is and always has been. Treated her like her own sister and that was more than enough for you to fall deeper in love with her.

As you watched them play, Wilma pitching lightly and Aurora batting, Wilma continued to point out things and correct her stance and the way she held and swung the item. After a good 20 minutes all of you immediately saw a difference, Rory hitting the ball farther and Wilma’s pitches getting faster.

On the last one, the pitch was fast yet not Wilma’s full power, but Rory was ready. Stance as perfect as she could get it in the moment and eyes on the ball.

Wilma nodded as she pitched the ball while Rory pulled the bat back and used all the knowledge Wilma taught her in the short amount of time and-

the sound of the ball hitting the bat rang through the yard as Wilma looked at the ball fly through the air and land somewhere in the woods that surrounded your house. Aurora looked at Wilma with wide eyes as the tall women smiled and started laughing at her.

“Now that, that was home run!” Wilma mailed brightly at the girl as Rory jumped up and down and ran towards Wilma.

Hugging her, Wilma crouched down and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl as she praised her and told her how good she did. Smiling, you clapped as you saw the whole thing, being proud and grateful of both girls in the backyard.

“Y/n! Y/n! Did you see that?! Did you see it?!” Rory exclaimed as she ran over to you, pointing to the woods at where the ball currently sat.

“I did, love! You did so good! I’m so proud of you!” You exclaimed back with just as much excitement as you hugged her and squeezed her. “Why don’t you go find it yeah? Don’t stray too far tho! If I can’t see you anymore and I don’t hear a response from you, I’m coming to get you!” You yelled at the girl as she started to jog to the edge of the forest.

“I know! I won’t!” She yelled back at you as Wilma came up behind you and rested her arms around your waist.

“She definitely will.”

“Oh yeah I know!” You replied back as you looked back at Wilma for a quick second and gave her a kiss on the cheek before looking at the girl who ran further into the forest. “Thank you. Genuinely.”

“Anytime love. She’s like family, and I’d do anything for family.” She replied as she rest her head on your shoulder and pecked your neck.

Giggling, you laced your hands with hers as you pulled her arms away from your waist and dragged her with you. “You better consider her family, considering we will be married soon.”

“Oh? Who said that?”

“Me! Do you not want to?!”

“No I do! More than anything, darling.” Wilma said, squeezing your hand and swinging it as you walked to the forest.

“Well good.. or I would’ve cried.”

“Ooo I should’ve said no then-“ You bumped her hip with your own as she laughed. “I’m joking! I promise. Wanna marry you and get a house with you and start a family-“

“I will start crying.”

“Hmm shows you care so please do!”

You shook your head and laughed, “that’s for later love. But right now, we have to find my sister…”

“That’s probably a good idea considering I don’t hear her or see her…” once Wilma said that your eyes widened and fear filled your body.

“AURORA!”

“I’m here!” She said as she came out behind a tree and ran towards you both with the ball. “Sorry, couldn’t find it so I went further.”

“It’s ok, let’s get you inside ok? I’ll make some lemonade!”

“Yay!” “Yes!” Wilma and Rory both exclaimed as they ran back towards the house.

Shaking your head, you smiled at the two girls in front on you. And god did you love them both.

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

[phxntomsdusk]

Eye on the ball - part 5 - masterlist

previous

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

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

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

word count: 919

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All she had to do was.. wait.

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

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

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

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

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

She simply couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[phxntomsdusk]

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

Karaoke night - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

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

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

word count: 227

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lillylvjy]

So ride with me tonight.

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

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

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

edited; nope!

wc; 1.4k

au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

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

You guys decided to sit with them.

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

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

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

“Touché”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pleaseeeee I love the middle seat!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…. Did you forget about me?”

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

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

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

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

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