#student!wilbur

[phxntomsdusk]

you should write something about studentbur.. if ur comfy.. hes really underrated imo.. im currently hyperfixated on him

Science fair - Studentbur x GN!reader

summary: being paired up with the “weird” kid for the science fair ends up taking an unexpected turn

(anon, i love this!! since i’m a student myself this is definitely one of the easiest things for me to write !! if you want you can become a regular anon and share your studentbur thoughts, i’ll gladly answer each and every one <3)

warnings: kids are mean abt will

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog (ask to be added!)

word count: 1120

Science fair was one of the most dreadful things to have to do. Your teacher had picked partners for everyone, but allowed creative liberty for what you wanted to do. And the person you got paired with? William Gold.

He didn’t talk much in your class, unless it was one of his friends, but even then they barely say near him. He was known as the “weird” kid. From what everyone said he smelled, he was annoying, and had the worst sense of humor.

You didn’t know him personally so you couldn’t judge him just yet, you’d have to save it for when you finally got to work with him.

You approached him during lunch, sitting across from him and clearly surprising him. He didn’t say anything to you and simply continued to eat.

“Hey, I’m your partner for the science fair. I’m Y/N.” You stuck a hand out as a greeting, watching him timidly put his sandwich down and grab your hand back. “I’m William.. Well, Will or Wilbur. Call me whatever.” He shrugged at his own words, before letting go of your hand and continuing to eat.

It was obvious he wasn’t used to people talking to him, but you had to bear with it for now.

“I was thinking that for the science fair we could do something simple? And we could meet up at the park to work on it, if that’s okay with you.” You made sure to keep your gaze on him as you spoke, a welcoming smile on your lips as you watched him carefully. “Yeah, sure. Simple as in what soil helps plants grow? Or if maybe colors affect a dog’s enjoyment with a toy? We could do an actual experiment in my mum’s garden or with my dog.”

You could only smile as he slowly came out of his shell, you now knew his mum had a garden you guys could use, and a dog! “Those are perfect! I think the dog one would be easiest to do. I could use my allowance to buy some different colored toys from the shop and then we can see which ones your dog likes more.”

He quickly nodded at your suggestion, before shuffling through his bag and grabbing a paper and pen, scribbling down his number and address. “So, instead of the park we can do everything at my house. For the poster board what do we do? Dog house theme? We could cut up some construction paper and make it all pretty.”

Over the course of your conversation he only became more smiley and talked about his interests. You could put he enjoyed gaming, wanted to get into music, and even had a vinyl collection he wanted to show you when you were to go over.

You of course had to talk to your parents about it, which they gladly allowed you to go over that weekend.

You made sure to text the number he had given you, which ended up thankfully being his and not a house phone.

The two of you only made further plans throughout the day, more ideas being thrown back and forth for what types of toys you should do, what the poster board should look like, and what to call the experiment.

You both decided to not come up with a fancy title or pun for the experiment, simply calling it the question you wanted to answer. The poster board was going to look like a dog house, and he agreed that you were going to make it, while he did the main experiments.

The weekend came around faster than expected, but it was 100% worth it. You made sure to buy at least 8 cheap toys of rainbow colors, including white and black. They were all squeaky rubber toys.

When you finally showed up it was more peaceful than expected, and he was waiting patiently on the porch for you, bouncing a tennis ball against the ground.

Before you guys did anything he introduced you to his mum and his dog, offering you a drink and snack, and finally took you to his room to show off his vinyls.

While he rambled on about his love for bands, you couldn’t help but think about all the things kids would say about him. He was almost polar opposite to what they described, he wasn’t weird, it seemed like he just didn’t have anyone who listened to all of his interests.

You probably spent way too long in his room before the actual experiment, which was much more fun than either of you expected.

His dog adored you, mostly ignoring the toys and giving l the attention to you. Will was smiling like an absolute idiot the entire time, and laughing like a maniac. He kept having to pull the pup off of you, squeaky toys so many times until it felt like your ears would bleed.

“God, you shouldn’t have stayed. We can’t do anything, he likes you too much!” His voice thankfully dripped with sarcasm, before he helped you to your feet after his dog practically tackled you to the ground.

“Oh, shut up. We may just have to do this another day.” You sighed and wiped your pants free of any dirt that got on you. “Alright, alright. I’ll put the toys somewhere in my room. Wanna listen to more of my vinyls until your parents come to get you? We have, like, an hour.” He smiled as he spoke, making his way back inside the house and up to his room.

You quickly followed after him, shooting him a thumbs up as you found yourself sitting on his bed. He shuffled through his collection, before pulling out an Arctic Monkeys vinyl and displayed it to you.

“Please say you’re a fan. I don’t think we can be friends if you aren’t.” He pouted dramatically as he placed it on the player, allowing it to spin almost as soon as he put it on. “I am a fan. You played them for me the second I entered the front door.”

He laughed lightly at your words, shrugging before he flopped down onto the bed right next to you. “Think we’ll get a good grade?” He looked at you with raised brows, lifting a hand up in the shape of a fist.

You made a fist and bumped it with his, smiling and nodding. “Yeah, I think so. It’s definitely not the most impressive, but it’s unique.” You laid back next to him, enjoying the music and the moment as you stared up at the ceiling.

Maybe getting paired with the “weird” kid would end up being a good thing.

A really good thing.

[lillylvjy]

If I’m so special (why am I secret)

notes; hello hello! So the title has nothing to do with the actual fic I just really like the lyric! But you can correlate it if you want! This is long awaited, I have like two more fics for him in the works so! Enjoy!

warnings; hurt/comfort, angst, arguments, stupid old men, age gap, student x teacher relationship, forbidden love, sexual activities hinted at but in forms of rumors, Wilbur and reader being so down bad for each other it hurts, kissing, so much fluff at the end! If I missed anything please tell me!

edited;…. Yeah no!

wc; 1.8k

who; professor!Wilbur x gn!reader

He was ineffable.

A ball of sunshine that you could look at forever and not care if you went blind. A song that you could listen to over and over again and not go insane from it. A book you could read and find a way to connect everything to it.

He was… your every waking thought. And you knew what you were doing wasn’t right, you both knew. But you didn’t care, at least you didn’t. Wilbur was hesitant about it, you knew he wanted this but you also knew that he was going against everything he knew and you understood that but you weren’t going to let him sit there and let stupid rules decide what he gets to do with life.

The board had started to become suspicious of you two. How you would always stay later than wanted in his office. Sometimes come in at late times in the night to check up on him, yet to come out with him and get in his car. Coming in to the campus together. The longing stares and quick glances to each other whenever you were in the same room.

People became curious and other professors started watching. Closely. Too closely. And once they gathered enough information to use against you both, they told the school board. And the school board pulled you out of class just to bring you into a room with Wilbur and the head of the school board. After that annoyingly long interrogation of trying to get you and Wil to talk, maybe confess about something, Wil said:

“Sir, I would never do anything with my students. Yes I am friendly and kind to them, offering them other times they can come in, but nothing more. All of this, evidence, shows nothing more than me being a good professor. I am not sleeping with them, I do not involve myself with them at all besides them being my student. My job means more than anything else could.”

That’s what led you here. In his office at the school, far later than what after school hours pushed, fighting for the two of you.

If he wouldn’t, you would.

“Wil listen me, this isn’t fair! To me or to you. You can’t just give up on this that quickly.” You argued as you followed him around his office, wanting to get your point a crossed.

“Darling, you know we can’t. You are my student, and I am your teacher. You can’t have romantic relations, it’s just how it had to be-“

“Oh stop with that bullshit! It doesn’t have to be like that, if we just explain-“

“Explain? To who? The school board?! They aren’t gonna listen! They’ll look at us like we’re crazy, expel you from this school and fire me. I don’t care about me in this situation, I care about you. Don’t think I’m doing this for my own benefit.” Wil said, tone harsh and words that hurt a bit. You shook your head as you rubbed your hands up and down your face, rubbing the tears that perked in your eyes away.

“It’s worth a try! You can’t just let rules dictate and control what your life gets to be. They don’t control what you do and who you can be with! You aren’t doing anything bad-“

“In their eyes I am! They think I’m just fucking my student for my own pleasure and benefit! They don’t care about the whole story, they only care about the fact that I’m a teacher and you’re a student. Why are you trying to push this-“

“Because I love you!” You yelled out, turning back around to face him, letting the tears fall now. Your lip quivered as he looked at you with wide eyes at the sudden burst of emotion. “I love you and I actually have the fucking guts to fight for this! I don’t care what happens as long as I end up with you, that’s all that matters to me Wil. And if that’s not the case for you either then, tell me! Tell me everything you said in that meeting was true, and you meant every single bit of it. Just, tell me so I can stop looking like a fool and stop fighting for something only I want. Please….” Your voice slowly breaks as sobs start coming out and tears flow down your cheeks with ease, each one hot and leaving a stain on your face. You didn’t try to wipe them away, you let them fall, letting him see what he was doing to you. Not so he would change his mind and feel bad, no, because you knew he wanted this just as much as you, he was just fighting it. Every single bit of it.

Wilbur ran a hand over his face as he shook his head. He couldn’t deny it, both of you knew he couldn’t. He wanted you. He always has, ever since you stepped foot into his classroom. He remembers that day so clearly.

You were running late as you usually were, never being prepared enough to wake up at 8 in the morning just for his class. Your shoes were half tied and your overalls not done all the way over your yellow shirt. You rushed through the door right before he was going to close it, quietly apologizing for your late arrival as you rushed up the steps and found your seat in the back corner.

He didn’t say anything, he never did when you were late. But the first time, he couldn’t have said anything. You captivated him, in so many ways. Yes you may have looked ridiculous, but absolutely stunning nonetheless.

After that day, he looked at you different. Differently than a teacher should look at someone who’s just a student. You could say he fell first and you fell harder, but you both fell as hard as you could for each other, loving one another with every bone and being you had. So no, Wilbur wasn’t going to say he meant all that bullshit he said, he fucking hated himself for saying it anyways.

“No. I didn’t mean anything I said in that meeting. I want to fight for this, I want to fight for you so badly-“

“Then why don’t you, Wil?”

“Because I care about you! I care about you getting your degree, you becoming the person you deserve to be, and that can’t be with me. I’ve accepted that. I don’t care about me, I don’t care if I get fired and I have no where else to go. I just care what you get what you deserve, and what you deserve is to graduate and grow up into a wonderful adult and marry someone worth being with-“

“No Wil, please. I just want you, I don’t care about me either. I just want you. I’m only in college for my parents, I didn’t even want to go to college! You know this. I want to marry you and be with you and grow old with you! I don’t care what happens because stupid, cranky old men don’t like the thought of a teacher and a student being together. You haven’t done anything to me I haven’t agreed with, and I started this first, we both know I did. And I will push that as fair as I can so I get expelled and you can stay. I just want to be with you.” You said as Wil slowly came up to you, tears slowly flowing down your face still. Placing his hand on the back of your head gently, Wilbur pulled you into his chest with your head resting just below his chin, and wrapped his arms around your neck. Your own wrapped around his waist and your grip on him was tight enough to Jill someone if wanted, yet Wil showed no sign of discomfort.

He kissed your head as he rested his head on your own. “I want you. I need you darling. I’m just scared, I’ve never felt like this for someone before, let alone someone that’s my student. I don’t care about what happens either, I’m just.. I’m tired of fighting for things I want. And I’m anxious what will happen after things get out and I do get fired I guess. You may have started this but I indulged in it, so we both have the blame. You don’t have to push anything, if you can’t stay then I can’t. I love you more than anything and if they can’t handle that then screw them.” Wilbur lifted his head from yours as you looked up at him with a soft smile, tears slowly stopping leaving your eyes red and puffy.

“You think too much sometimes.” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth, throat hoarse and in need of a clearing as you spoke.

Wil laughed and nodded at the statement, not arguing about that statement at all. Slowly bringing his face down to yours, he softly kissed the outer corners of your eyes, somehow easing the puffiness and soreness from your previous appearance. Pulling back, he takes your chin in his hand and pulls your face up to his a bit more, placing a soft kiss onto your chapped lips with a soft smile.

Pulling back, he giggled lightly a your wide grin and practical heart shaped eyes as you looked at him, his eyes reciprocating them. “Let’s get out of here yeah? We’ll talk about what to do later, for now we can just go to mine and order take out while we watch shitty indie movies, like always.”

“Can we actually watch Disney movies tonight? I have a few in mind…” you asked as you let go of the tall man in front of you. He walked over to his desk, grabbing his bag and coat, slinging them over his arm and back as he went back over to you and grabbed your hand in his. Exiting his office, he shut the lights off and locked the door as he dragged you to his car, knowing you didn’t have your own.

“Anything you want darling, whatever makes you happy I’m absolutely fine with.” He said with a smile as you finally stepped out of that suffocating school and into the open air of the parking lot.

“Hmm that and I’m changing into your clothes once we’re there, need to feel engulfed by you.”

“I’m right here!”

“Yeah but, it’s like extra happiness! More of you!”

“You just like stealing my clothes.”

“Hmm yeah pretty much…” Wilbur scoffed as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him, finally not caring if anyone saw you two. He knew in the end it’d be ok, because he has you.

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[ghostiexe]

Student!Wilbur x Reader

hi hi i found this in my notes :) no idea how old it is and i don't remember writing it (it's also not proofread, might not be finished) but i figured i'd put this out into the world

words: 1,519

cw: light angst (with comfort), wilbur cries a considerable amount, biology homework (?? idk)

Studying with Wilbur is usually fine. 

Usually, because sometimes, you guys get a little bit too close and he looks at you like that and your stomach starts to cramp from the butterflies and you get lightheaded from holding your breath as he leans in to help you solve your problems. 

Today is one of the days where it’s not fine. You take shallow breaths as Wilbur leans over your shoulder on his bed, peering at the worksheet you’re filling out. His breath fans across the expanse of your shoulder and neck. You have to clench your shoulders to stop yourself from shivering, blinking hard and clearing your throat. 

You turn to look at him, feigning annoyance. “Do you mind?” You ask, glaring at him with no heat behind your gaze. He huffs softly and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“No, I don’t mind at all.” He tells you, and you can practically hear his smug grin. You groan and shake your head, hunching over and continuing to write down your answers, eyebrows furrowed. He follows your action, shifting behind you and pressing his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your middle. 

You try to ignore it for a minute, but you involuntarily melt into his touch, pausing in your work for a moment. 

“You’re being awfully clingy.” You note, adjusting slightly so that you’re in a more comfortable position. He groans and presses his face into your neck. 

“Bad day.” He mumbles, reaching a hand out and pushing away your homework. 

You frown, not protesting when he moves your sheets. He’s more important right now, anyway. 

You lean against him and rest your hand on his, which he has placed on your stomach. “Wanna talk about it…?” You ask, gently rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. He shakes his head, and you feel how his eyelashes brush your skin with the action. 

“Not right now.” He says, pulling you closer and sighing. After a moment he lets go of you. “Sorry.” He says, putting his face in his hands. “I probably shouldn’t be distracting you from your work, you need to get it done.” He sounds a bit guilty, and it makes you frown. 

“No, no, no. Wilbur, it’s okay.” You say gently, turning your body so you’re facing him. “You’re more important than my stupid biology homework right now.” You insist, tone soft as you reach for his hand and squeeze it. 

You watch as his expression shifts, eyes welling up with tears as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Oh.” He says, sniffling. “Really?” He asks, like he wants to make sure you’re not making a terrible mistake. 

You nod and let go of his hand, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his shoulder. “Of course you’re more important. You’re my best friend.” You whisper, and you feel it when a few of his tears drop onto your shoulder, followed by his head resting in the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh softly, rubbing his back. 

You stay like that for a while, Wilbur quietly crying as you hold him, though at some point he shifts to be sitting in your lap to make it a little more comfortable for the both of you. One of his hands drifts up to your hair and starts to gently card through it while his tears start to dry up. 

You let your hand fall away from his back down to his waist, mirroring your other hand. He sniffles and then lets out a shuddering breath, looking down at  you with an expression you can’t quite comprehend on his face. 

“Wil…” You whisper, one hand going up to cup his cheek. “You want me to get you some tissues?” You ask, and he nods, crawling off of you. You stand up and go to grab them off your nightstand, then sit back down by him on the bed. He reaches for them but you ignore the movement and start to wipe away his tears yourself. 

You’re bewildered when he starts to cry again, dropping the tissue and desperately trying to wipe them away with your thumbs. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You ask, a little bit panicked. 

He shakes his head and sobs, pulling you into a bear hug, arms wrapped so tightly around you that you wouldn’t be shocked if he cracked a few of your ribs. 

“You’re just too sweet to me.” He sobs out, burying his face into your neck again. “You’re so perfect.” He pulls you impossibly closer, and you wheeze. “I’m just being a good friend.” You say, sounding confused, and suddenly the pressure eases up and you suck in a breath. You watch as Wilbur lets go and presses his face into the palms of his hands. You frown and pull his hands away, tilting his face up to look at you. “What’s wrong?” You ask. 

His bottom lip trembles and he stares at you silently for a minute. You wait. 

After a while he clears his throat. “I’m sad.” He says. 

“Okay. Why?” You ask. He looks down at his hands again.

“Because we’re friends.” He mumbles. You drop your hands away from his face, frowning. 

“...what?” You ask, head spinning with confusion. He whimpers softly and his hands scramble to find yours, gently squeezing. 

“Not- not in a bad way.” He rushes to say, sounding a little panicked. “I love you. I’m glad to have you.” He says, then glances around the room like he’s searching for the right words to say. He licks his lips and swallows. “I… I’m sad… because we’re just friends.” He whispers, frowning. 

You stare at him, stunned, and he must think you’re mad because he immediately starts talking again, sounding panicked once more. “And I know it’s selfish, I know. I- I don’t think I’m entitled to you or anything, I don’t want you to think that- that because we’re close that it means I deserve to be in a relationship with you or something- I’m… I’m not trying to be a ‘nice guy’.” He blurts out, squeezing your hands. “I just like you. Really, really like you. Romantically.” He adds. 

You don’t know how to respond. Your breath has become a little bit shallow and you wouldn’t be surprised if you genuinely pass out. “Will.” You manage to whisper. He looks back up at you, dried tears on his face, eyes red rimmed, and somehow still beautiful. You lick your lips and try again, but you can’t find the words. So you lift a hand and gently wipe a tear away, staring at his lips. He swallows again, and you lean a little bit forward. He tenses but hesitantly follows your lead, leaning in as well. Your hand drops from his cheek down to rest on his shoulder, and you lean in to kiss him. 

It’s not perfect. Your nose bumps against his and when your lips meet it’s tentative, the both of you scared to go too far. But it’s a kiss, and you blush a little bit. You two pull away slightly and he opens his mouth, like he wants to speak, but he just shuts it again and gently squeezes your hand that’s still in his. 

He sighs softly and leans in again, tilting his head to the side slightly and you do the same. It’s better this time, less clumsy, and you let your eyes fall shut into it, scooting closer to him. He cups your cheek and you can practically feel how unsure he is, his other hand ghosting all the way from your shoulder to your knee before finally resting on your hip. You break the kiss and sigh softly, leaning your forehead against his and shivering. 

He scoots closer to you and gently rubs his thumb across your cheek as he rests his head against yours. After a moment of silence, you clear your throat and speak up. 

“I like you back, if I haven’t made that clear.” You say, and he lets out a soft incredulous laugh before gently nosing at your face and kissing your cheekbone. He takes his hand off your face and wraps his arm around you, pulling you into him. 

“I’m glad.” He whispers, pressing his face into your shoulder. “...do you maybe want me to be your boyfriend?” He asks, sounding hopeful. You lean into him and hug him tightly. 

“Yes, I want you to be my boyfriend.” You say, pressing your face into his hair. He gently squeezes your hip with one hand before sliding his arm around his waist and pulling you into his lap. 

“Okay.” He whispers. “Thank you.” 

“Why are you thanking me?” You ask, and he hums softly. 

“I don’t know.” He mumbles, pressing a light kiss onto your shoulder, through your shirt. “Just for everything, I guess.” 

You pull back and wait for him to look up at you before you smile gently at him. “Thank you, too.” You say quietly. 

He leans in and steals another kiss.

[peterrefur]

Genesis 2:2-3 ⅏ Student!Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader  

Summary: Leading up to exams, feeling overwhelmed by pressure and expectations. Panic and anxiety affect your physical and mental state, making studying difficult. Amidst the chaos, you find solace in the presence of Wilbur, who provides stability and support. As you embrace, you feel a sense of clarity and self-compassion.  Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy! 

𝔸s the exams draw near, the mounting pressure and the weight of expectations begin to take their toll. I understand the overwhelming feelings that accompany this demanding period, as they resonate within me as well. In the face of these challenges, panic and anxiety make their presence known, swirling like quicksand in the pit of my stomach, making it difficult to swallow or take a deep breath. My heart races erratically, seemingly without reason, and my limbs feel heavy and uncoordinated, as if they are detached from my control.

The relentless cycle of studying, both early mornings and late nights, consumes my days. I immerse myself in the pursuit of knowledge, juggling the demands of schoolwork, assignments, and the weight of expectations. The dormitory's bustling atmosphere, coupled with the constant presence of noisy flatmates, adds to the chaos that engulfs my daily life. In the midst of this cacophony, it feels as if I am trapped in a swirling vortex.

𝔸midst the chaos and the relentless pursuit of academic excellence, there is solace to be found in the presence of Wilbur. He stands tall, his lanky frame a beacon of stability amidst the storm. Every time I heard two soft knocks on the door to my dorm room I knew Wilbur, with his perfect white shirt, red tie, cross necklace and round glasses would be, on the other side.

And that's probably the case today too.

Knock. Knock.

Who normally knocks only twice?

One time is an accident, two is not enough, three is perfect, and four is the police.

𝕀 stand up from my desk, on which I have notebooks and textbooks strewn about. Wearing loose trousers in a half-unbuttoned uniform shirt, I open the door and immediately see Wilbur's beaming smile.

"Hey-oh... You look tired." says the annam walking stick boy. I look at him with tired eyes that haven't seen sleep for thirty-one hours.

"Yeah... Come inside." I open the door wider and with a tired gait I return to my desk and fiddle with the pen in my hand, concentrating on studying for tomorrow's exam.

𝕀 continue to study, I can feel Wilbur's presence lingering in the room. His footsteps approach, the sound of his shoes tapping lightly against the floor. With a gentle sigh, I finally give in to the exhaustion that has been tugging at my weary mind.

"I can't seem to focus any more," I confess, my voice tinged with frustration. "There's just too much to cover, and my brain is shutting down."

Wilbur moves closer, his caring eyes fixed upon me. He understands, with a tender touch, he reaches out and gently takes the pen from my hand, setting it aside.

"Sometimes, my love, rest is just as important as studying," he says softly, his voice laced with compassion. "Your dedication is admirable, but pushing yourself beyond your limits won't yield the results you desire. Allow yourself a moment of respite."

ℍe guides me away from the desk, leading me towards the cosy corner of the room where we often find solace. The worn-out bed welcomes us, it's comforting embraces, a sanctuary from the chaos of academia.

“‘By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so, on the seventh day, he rested from all his work. Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it, he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.’ Genesis 2:2-3” Wilbur quotes the Bible from memory as always, hoping that I will find the same inspiration in these words.

"You're right," I murmur, my voice filled with gratitude.

Wilbur's fingers intertwine with mine, his touch grounding and reassuring. "You're incredibly talented and hard-working, my dear," he whispers. "But remember, your worth is not solely determined by your grades. Take the time to recharge. Trust in yourself and your abilities."

As I allow his words to sink in, I take a deep breath, releasing the tension that has accumulated within me.

𝕀 nestle into his side, finding solace in his comforting presence. The fatigue that had consumed me begins to fade, replaced by a gentle serenity that envelops us both. The weight of my textbooks and the pressure to excel momentarily fade away, replaced by the warmth of Wilbur's embrace and the gentle rhythm of our breathing.

"I'm grateful to have you by my side," I whisper, my voice a soft affirmation of my love and appreciation. "You are a good boy."

Wilbur's hand gently strokes my hair, his touch a soothing balm to my weary soul. "And I'm grateful to be here with you, supporting and cherishing you every step of the way," he replies, I can hear his voice cracking and when I lift my head to look at him, I can see how red in the face he is.

"Do you like it when you're praised?" I ask, smiling.

Wilbur's cheeks flush with a deeper shade of red, his genuine and humble nature shining through. He chuckles softly, his voice carrying a hint of bashfulness.

A playful twinkle glimmers in Wilbur's eyes as he chuckles softly. He adjusts his glasses and meets my gaze with a mixture of affection and self-consciousness.

"Well, I suppose everyone enjoys receiving praise now and then," he admits, a bashful grin spreading across his face. "It's a nice feeling to know that your efforts are appreciated and recognized." As he speaks.

"I think you're more than just a 'good boy'," I reply, my tone gentle yet sincere. "You're kind, compassionate, and incredibly supportive. I can't thank you enough for that."

𝕋he colour of his cheeks is like a golden hour sky, his pale skin and beautiful blush. He reached for my cheeks and lightly kissed my forehead.

"I'm just doing what feels right, my love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "Being here for you, supporting you, it's the most natural thing in the world. It brings me joy and fulfilment. God tells me how to help you."

We lay there in silence for a while, our intertwined hands a testament to the connection we share. In the warmth of his embrace, I find solace and reassurance, knowing that our love is a source of strength and inspiration.

"I'm fortunate to have you," I whisper, my voice filled with a deep appreciation. “Thank you for being my rock."

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[ax-y10]

The Zones Of Regulation

In which- You struggle a bit, and Mr. Soot is able to help

A/n: Literally just an au I have for Wilbur (guidance! Wilbur), Based off when I went into the guidance counsellor office when for my fucked up sleep schedule.

Chapter info : basically a vent of my own life, Wilbur being a supportive guy, one swear, Wilbur is 26 and reader is 17, isn't a teacher x student because yuck, teacher! Wilbur, student! reader, really long, hope it's alright.

Masterlist:

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Usually you enjoy rainy days. Why was today so god damn shitty?

First, you forgot to hand in your Agriculture assignment. Then, you had two classes in the one space for History. you failed my math test next. And, to top it off, you got your seating plan changed in English because kids were being idiots. HOW MUCH WORSE CAN IT GET!

You had an appointment with the guidance counsellor that you were meant to see last week (that never happened) so it got rescheduled to today. It was about your home life but descended into your sleeping habits. At least Mr. Soot was always up for a chat.

Making your way up the stairs, you heard other kids talking about you. "Look at them" "What are they doing?" "Where are their friends?" "Ha. Sook".

Reaching the door, you knock rapidly, hoping that you didn't get the wrong time. A seperate teacher, Ms. Campbell, greeted you and invited you in.

"Who do you need, sweetheart?" She asked politely, not wanting to disturb your already frantic self.

"Is Mr. Soot available by any chance. I have an appointment with him." you respond, on the verge of tears.

"He's currently talking with another student. He won't be too long. Have a seat in his office for now." She informs.

"Alright, thank you." You nod, before walking through the short maze called the guidance block and finding a seat in his office.

His office was decorated nicely, with distractions and calming senses for the tough conversations, and coping mechanisms for stressful situations. Many colours were visible throughout the space, from vermilions and oranges to navy blues and purples. He had fidget toys next to the seats, including fidget cubes, cards, kinetic sand etc. It was a very calming space to say the least.

Waiting patiently, munching on a small chocolate bar your friend gave you, he walks in.. looking different than usual.

Usually he is wearing a yellow sweater, his black jeans, his casual dress shoes and a beige jacket, with a beanie sat atop his head.

Today, though, he's wearing a random cream sweater with grey sweatpants resting on his hips, random converse and a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, missing the beanie that you always sought comfort in.

"Hello, Y/n. Glad your here," He says with the sweetest smile you've ever seen, compared to his usual droopy smile when he's on playground duty.

He gestured towards the fidgets next to you, noticing you picking and scratching at the sides of your fingers, clearly nervous.

"How is it going?" He asks quietly, almost at a whisper, knowing how this sort of stuff can upset you easily.

Your usual visits to the guidance block usually resulted in having to be walked back to class, tissues in your grasp, half an hour late to class. And you knew this visit wouldn't be different.

Eyes drifting around the room, desperately trying to detour the conversation another way, not wanting to pour your emotions onto him. 'But that's his job. To deal with people like you.'

Tears pricking at your eyes, he notices your uncomfortable state and directs the conversation another way.

"So-" he pauses, "how's your cats, Daisy and Twix? Are they alright?" He asks, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"They're alright, yeah. They're having a lot of fun at my dad's house. Dad loves animals, so he adores Daisy and Twix." You smile, as he watches you, making sure you are actually alright.

"Hows your mum? If you want to talk about it? I'm not forcing anything." He reassures.

A tear slips from your eye. Fuck.

"She's alright. Nothing has changed between us but at least I'm getting better. Getting away from her behaviours. Not having to bottle up my emotions anymore. I'm safer at dad's now. He understands. She doesn't. I got help from Ms. Thornton about a month ago, when you weren't available and she gave me strategies-"

Another tear.

And another.

And here it comes.

The floodgates open and he's on the ground infront of you, calming you down.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to continue if you don't want to. Would you like me to talk about some things?" He asks, not needing to, knowing you love anything to calm your stressful states.

"Please-" a shaky breath, "Please sing?"

And almost immediately, he starts singing your favourite song. You told him about it at the very first appointment with him. Starting the first lyric, his voice soothed you immediately, 'Cigarette Daydreams' runs past his lips and into your ears.

He was musically talented and often taught the music class, which you were in. You'd stay behind with him and talk about everything. His music, how you're learning how to play the guitar, how different instruments and music platforms work. But they always ended in you asking to sit with his guitar and strum a few chords, showing him what you've learnt so far. And you recently started learning "Jubilee Line', a song he wrote. You enjoyed it so much, and he sat on a desk in front of you, helping you if you stuffed it up.

You zoned out halfway through him singing, playing with a new fidget he had placed next to the chair. He placed his hands on either side of your legs and stood up, walking back over to his chair, and seating himself again.

"Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to head back to class? The bell went off 2 minutes ago." He'd asked, and you rapidly shook your head. He was a great comfort to you and you had a few more things to talk about.

You talked about how you are scared to tell your family a myriad of things because of their beliefs, how you a scared of what is going to happen in the future, and before you knew it, he was guiding you back to class, and letting you walk in, watching you to make sure you were alright.

[ashjoyhere]

Normal People Things ♥ A short Lovejoy animatic

Kinda rushed it but it turned out good....i think

[viaalterego]

i was supposed to sleep but i speed ran this instead

Eight am.

Eight freaking am.

Who the hell in their right mind decided that it would be a fantastic idea to have a class at eight in the morning?

Don’t ask Tommy because he didn’t have a clue.

If it weren’t for the fact that he had work in the afternoons, Tommy would have taken the ten-thirty class. It didn’t help that every slot was filled up by the time he made an advising appointment.

So here he was, racing through the halls of L’Manburg Community and Junior College. The sun barely rising steadily, turning the sky warm violet against the indigo of the sky, the last traces of the night fading into morning.

Like many kids his age, Tommy had no concept of time. Whatsoever. Which leads to his current situation. Having slept in that morning after a fixation-fueled study session the night night before leading him to go to bed at one am. It was a miracle in itself that he woke up at all that morning considering he slept through both his alarms. Rushing out of the door in a mad dash, he somehow made it to school, stopping in front of his maths classroom…

Twenty minutes early.

Oh, how the world works.

Panting for breath and the weight of exhaustion digging into his head, Tommy sat down on one of the many benches that lined the hallways. This one was fixed right beside the door to his classroom. The door was looked ant the lights were off inside, meaning that his professor hadn’t even arrived on campus yet.

The campus itself was rather nice compared to others and what the media had always made college life to be. LManberg College was a really good example of that, making their students feel comfortable. There was always some sort of event or university visit that gave out freebies and merchandise, as well as food. The staff has so far been nice and friendly, always ready to help with a smile. All in all, Tommy had no complaints about his school.

Other than early bird class. Those were a crime against humanity.

Tommy sighed, resting his head against the brick wall behind him, his eyes beginning to slip closed. God, was he tired.

A few minutes of shut-eye wouldn’t hurt, right? He had seen students sleeping in the randomest places before and so far he hadn’t heard of any students getting murdered in their sleep. Besides he still had… he checked his phone… eighteen minutes till class started.

He could sleep that.

With that, he let his eyes shut with a sigh, trying to let out any pent-up stress from his shoulders.

He must’ve been more tired than he thought. He was asleep within seconds.

Completely unaware of the stranger that sat next to him.

.

“Hey, can you lift your head a bit?

Tommy grumbled in response but was drowsy enough to comply. His head fell back down moments later at the cue of a nudge.

“There you go. Now it won't be so uncomfortable.”

.

“Hey.”

Nudge.

“Kid.”

His shoulder was nudged.

“Wake up.”

Another nudge.

“Common kid. Your alarms going off. Time for you to get up.”

Tommy grumbled. He wasn’t getting up. Tommy was going to fall right back to sleep here, and no one was going to stop him. Just watch him.

A chuckle. “While I'm flattered that my shoulder is considered comfortable enough to nap on, I kinda need it back now King.”

Wait…

Tommy shot up in his seat. His phone buzzed in his lap, signaling the start of his class. The classroom door was wide open, and lights were on, the chatter of students filling the halls.

And right next to him was a man, who looked at him with amused eyes and a smug smile on his lips. His brown hair spilled out of his maroon beanie into his eyes.  He wore a brown jacket with sleeves rolled at the cuffs, a mustard yellow sweater underneath, and nearly dark brown pants. In all honesty, it looked as if he walked out of some social media post. The ones that had all the dark academia-obsessed girls swooning.

There was one thing that caught Tommy's eye though.

It was the blue scarf that was neatly folded and was sitting on the man's shoulder. Right where Tommy’s head just so happened to be-

Oh hell no!

The clock tower bell tolled eight.

Tommy jumped out of his seat.

“Eh? What the hell man?

“I believe that's what I'm supposed to say,” the man said, smirk ever leaving. “Considering you were the one to hold my arm hostage as you napped.”

Tommy felt his face heat up at that (out of annoyance. Yeah. Totally)

He opened his mouth to retort, only for the man to stand up, grabbing the scarf in his hand as he picked up a messenger bag off the floor with the other.

“Anyways, I'm off. I am a bit late for my class now, but it seems you needed the beauty rest.”

The man walked down the hall. Leaving Tommy alone in front of his maths classroom and with one thing on his mind.

Whoever that man was… he was complete-

“Mister Innit? Are you present?”

Oh yeah.

Eight am math.

[flurriethefox]

This took me maybe 8 hours, but I have finally finished the drawing of Wilbur’s younger sister, Shelby!

She’s two years younger than Wilbur, and I can probably have a facts post about her at some point if asked. I can also post a time lapse vid cuz why not.

Also, my friend said that she looked like ShinyCatherine, and then I realized that it’s basically the exact same color scheme iagskshakducbd

[just-another-roleplay-blog]

Welcome! My name is Wilbur or Michael, I'm a minor, and I use any pronouns, though I prefer neos. Dividers are by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more! And now, without further ado, let's get into what you're here for!

Not open to any NSFW (though fade to black is fine-) but I am open to shipping (oc/canon, oc/ oc, or canon/canon) just ASK me before you start doing stuff.

Fandoms: Good Omens: Muses: Aziraphale, Muriel (I main Muriel.) Tags- General tag: #apples and angel wings Muriel tag: #the student Aziraphale tag: #the nightingale Ships: Aziraphale/Crowley, Maggie/Nina (slow burn), and Gabriel/Beelzebub. Open to Muriel/Maggie/Nina and other ships if you are. Marionetta: Muses: Julia (my main!), Kamille, Tonny, and possibly Rainah (if you want me to!) Tags- General tag: #tales from the circus Julia tag: #buttercups and dandelions Kamille tag: #fairy lights and flower crowns Tonny tag: #sunshine and candy floss Rainah tag: TBA Ships: Julia/Tonny/Sahed (I'm a polyshipper), Kamille/Rainah. Open to others. Welcome Home: Muses: Wally (my main), Frank, Julie. Tags- General tag: #inside the neighborhood Wally tag: #the absolute most Frank tag: #bees bellflowers and butterflies Julie tag: #jumprope and jellybeans Ships: Julie/Sally, open to others. Welcome to Night Vale: Muses: Kevin (my main), Cecil, Lauren. Tags- General tag: #a small desert town Kevin tag: #will you still be my home if i leave my heart behind Cecil tag: #the goal of living is to grow Lauren tag: #to whom do i owe an apology Ships: Kevin/Charles, Carlos/Cecil, open to others/polyshipping.

My only big rp trigger is c.annibalism so.. yeah. Don't do that! Also, I'll be clear about my rp triggers, so please be clear about yours. Thank you!! I also reserve the right to not answer any asks I don't want to.

I usually write literate to semi literate, though I've been known to break the discord character limit from time to time shjdfns. I prefer to write in third person, though I may occasionally do first as well. I may also post some of my stories on here if they're related to any of these characters. (The tag for that will be added when I decide if I will or not.)

A lot of my OCs/ships/headcanons about canon characters are queer (especially poly lmao), and I do often have transgender OCs. If that's a problem with you, uh. Bye. I'm also only semi-active on this account due to personal reasons, but I'll try and check in as often as possible!

If you're interested in starting any threads with me, shoot me a DM so we can plan! Feel free to send asks for any of the characters, though, and I'll respond! Any ooc posts will be tagged with #wilbur speaks Thanks for reading!

[midnightstollsinlatefall1]

When you end up liking your roommate - Twinsduo fanfiction that I really need to type up

[rogdona]

[poppimauss]

This was a uni project I did over Christmas break and let me tell you Adobe XD make me want to kms :)

[birdsong-18]

sorry for brainrotting about dream so much, thats not very sbi girlblogger of me