#wilbur soot x male reader

[mysticalsoot]

Hi! I just wanted to ask, If its okay to request something with male reader and wilbur? :D

Have a good day!

my darling, husband

A/N; this took me a stupidly long time but tbf I kept stopping writing bc..lack of motivation. but I finished it!! so here!! its very fluffy and honestly a lot of the affection from will is self indulgent so there's that lol

summary; reader and wil havent disclosed their relationship nor their marriage but wilbur decides to bite the bullet impulsively during a lvjy radio interview

tw// swearing, so much affection, its just fluff, will is suggestive at the end

words; 2.3k

pairings; cc!wilbur x male!reader

pronouns; he/him

masterlist

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Your relationship with Wilbur was anything but public, your family and friends knew--and that was enough for you both. As far as the rest of the world and the internet were concerned, you two were simply best friends. Close friends. Obviously, you were shipped together but you both found it more entertaining than anything. 

Plus.

Wilbur didn't feel comfortable disclosing the fact you were his husband. Husband. Male, not a woman- which everyone seemed to assume that's what his eventual partner would be, and that bothered him to great lengths. Why couldn't it be a clean slate, that he, himself, and himself only, could write on--determine the contents of. He never knew, but now, he had that opportunity.

He wanted to casually mention it, something he slips in, a method that would break the internet, making everyone take a step back and reevaluate. He thought it'd be so fun.

"I have a radio interview today," Wilbur spun the silver band around his finger, fidgeting as he gazed at you from across the island counter. His elbows rested on the wood countertop, his eyes locked intently on you as he smiled softly, a mischief in his eyes.

"Yeah? What about?" Your mouth quirks up into a smirk, a knowing little gesture. You knew.

"About anything really--" He cut himself off, taking in a breath and walking behind the counter to you, wrapping his arms around your middle, his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, "Although, I was thinking about something," He grabbed your hand and spin you to face him, "Would you like to hear?"

He smiled softer as he leaned down til your faces were inches apart, you smiled, a soft kiss placed upon his lips, "Sure, why not?"

Wilbur moved his hands to rest on your hips, "I was thinking, what if I mentioned my husband-- I'm sure I can find a way to mention my handsome lover, don't you think?" He smirks, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, thumbs rubbing your hip bones and you shrug.

"I'm sure you'll find a way, love," You wrap your arms around his neck, and he pauses, his breath fanning against your skin in a blanket of warmth--yet it still makes you shiver.

"I always do," He resumes, light kisses being placed on the skin of your neck, his slight stubble tickling you and you giggle slightly. You feel him smirk against your skin, shaking his head a moment before he pulls back to look at you, "It's so hard not to gush about you."

"I'm just that wonderful," You smile smugly up at him, your hands finding a resting spot on his sides, rubbing softly, "You're gonna be late though, so go! Move along, darling!" You giggle as he huffs.

"But-"

You smack his chest, "No, go!"

"Fiiiine--" He kisses your cheek and then nuzzles his nose against your soft skin. He moves to whisper in your ear, breathing fanning against your ear, tickling you, "I'll see you later, baby boy."

You roll your eyes at him, smiling playfully and you smack his shoulder, "Wilbur!"

He giggles, backing up, and before he skips out of the kitchen--he brings you into a deep, loving kiss, his hands on either side of your face and his thumbs rubbing softly on your cheeks. His lips moving entirely in sync with yours and almost desperate to never leave you. He pulls back a few moments later, both of you panting for air and smiling like lovesick fools. Never gets old, you think, his love.

He doesn't say another word, no goodbye or see you later-- and he slips out of the kitchen, skipping up the stairs with an extra pep in his step. He slings open the door to his office, and he sneaks inside, finding his spot at his chair and booting up his computer. He pulls his feet to rest on the chair, his legs pulled against his chest as he watches everything load. 

The windows bing sounded and he logged in; his password simple and totally not relating to you--and then he opened Zoom not short after- a piece of him wishing it was discord, despite how cringy that may be--the audio quality was just better in his opinion but he wasn't sure it really mattered. The radio would just fuzz it out and that really defeats the purpose of good audio quality, doesn't it?

He taps the desk as he waits for the meeting to start, and when it does, Mark's the first to be there or maybe he was the first they let it. Joe and Ash follow after and then the interviewers introduce themselves. He kinda zones out and then he hears his name;

"Welcome Lovejoy! Ash, Joe, Mark and Wilbur have joined us today to talk about their new EP 'Wake up and it's over'! So, boys, what are you all about? Introduce yourselves."

Mark goes first, "I'm Mark Boardman, I'm on drums for our silly band and uh, they got me off fiver," Mark chuckles softly, and the rest of the band all giggles along.

"Yeah, Wil just found him on Fiverr, just like for the first EP and then he joined the band," Joe chimes in, giggling softly, "I'm Joe, lead guitarist and like I guess backing vocals sometimes?" The man chuckles at the last part, Wilbur can see his face contort in this jokingly confused expression--since everyone but Wil have their cameras on. Doesn't want to bother with the green screen today, still hasn't gotten a room divider--the office looks too much like a married couple's shared space. Too risky.

He smiles softly as Joe and Mark introduce Ash together, mentioning his badass guitarist turned bassist background--the burger shop story, all of that.

And then he introduces himself, "I'm Wil Gold, Lovejoy's lead singer I suppose? And according to my roommate, their token mentally ill perfectionist--" He chuckles, shaking his head. Ash, Joe and Mark all nod their heads, agreeing with his last statement. He wanted to say husband, he almost said it. Ash saw it, he saw how Wil started to slip up--started to say husband instead of roommate--

No one else notices, the interviewers greet them and move along with their questions. The boys mindlessly answer, bantering slightly as they answer each question. 

"So, we all know you guys have scrapped a lot of songs, which one's that you've released weren't supposed to be?" Joe and Mark chuckle, Ash giggles and Wilbur rolls his eyes with a soft smile.

"There were two-- the first was Perfume," Wilbur starts, and Mark butts in to continue.

"That one was saved by two people actually, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Wilbur's little brother, pushed the most, if we're honest. He was so so set that Perfume was the best song-" Mark rambles on, Joe joining every once and a while and then they both look to Wilbur.

"The other was Call Me What You Like," Wilbur sucks in a breath and trains his eyes down, fidgeting with his fingers as he smiles softly, "My husband, actually, begged for that one. He was incredibly set on how good of a song it was, even more so than he was with Perfume, more than Tommy was!" He laughs softly, thinking back at the months you spent reminding him of how wonderful of a song it was, how beautiful it sounded--how much you loved it. 

"Yeah, Y/N was very persistent-- Wilbur told me sometimes the first thing he would do was look at Wil, smile and say 'You should keep Call Me What You Like'-- like very first thing in the morning," Joe speaks now, chuckling slightly at his own memory of your persistence.

"Mm, yep, he commented a lot on my voice sounding like-- hold on, I'll go get him and he can tell you. Is that alright?" Wilbur turns to leave out of his chair, the interviewer chuckles and holds out their hand.

"Hold on, husband?" A playful yet confused smile shows on their face.

Wilbur nods, "Yep, husband-- I'll be right back with him," He cuts them off before they can even mention assumptions or press more about you. He mutes himself and turns off his camera, spins his chair, jumping out and slipping out the office door with a swift motion.

He's down the stairs in mere moments, back in the kitchen and arms wrapped around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. He presses soft kisses to your neck, a smirk evident, and you can feel it. You jump from the sudden movements and touch, smacking his arm playfully and giggling.

"Wilbur- shouldn't you be in your interview?" You turned around in his arms and he grumbled as he moved back to place soft kisses on the other side of your neck.

"I am in my interview buuuuut-" He draws out the word, lifting up his head as he gazes down into your eyes, soft and loving, "I wanted to show you off, so, come on! Come with me!"

He grabs both your hands in his, tugging you along-- trying to get you out of the kitchen and upstairs to the office, you stop him, shaking your head and chuckling.

"Darling, it's your interview--" 

He steps closer to you, and he lets his grip on your hands fall, and he holds onto your hips.

"Yeah well, I want to show off my husband, and show them the person who saves half the songs we release," He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek, "Come on, honey," He whispers it against your ear and you can practically feel the smirk as he speaks.

"Fine," You grumble and he giggles, practically dragging you out of the living room and up the stairs into the office. He's the first to find a spot, back in his chair and you start to pull your chair over next to him--and he hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap and he rests his chin on your shoulder. A few soft kisses placed on your neck and he asks;

"Ready?" 

You nod, chuckling slightly as you lean against him. He clicks on his camera and unmutes and you both wave.

"I am back and have acquired my husband," He smiles big and happy, holding your hips with both his hands as he speaks. You rest your hands on top of his.

"Hi," You mumble out, smiling softly and blushing furiously as you're introduced as his husband--its lovely, but it's so new to you.

Everyone greets you, waving and smiling at their cameras, and you giggle to yourself.

"So, you must be the one that single handedly saves a good bit of Lovejoy's discography?" The interviewer playfully asks, Wilbur resting his chin on your shoulder, arms snaking around your waist.

"Unfortunately, yes," You chuckle, keeping your hands on his and resting your head against his, "Bur over here, is an absolute perfectionist and if it doesn't fit his long list of requirements, it has to go. Even if everyone else thinks it's one of the best songs he's ever created."

Wilbur shyly hides his face behind your shoulder, subtly kissing the back of it through your shirt, palms rubbing your stomach lovingly.

"I am not…" He mumbles against your clothed shoulder, grumbling playfully at you.

The rest of the interview continues on smoothly, all five of you answering questions, you being the main topic a bit more than you would prefer--but seeing Wil smile the way he does when he speaks of you is definitely worth it.

When the interview ended, he shut off his PC, his arm still wrapped around your waist as you curled into his lap.

"You're a fucking simp, you know that?" You mumbled against his shoulder, giggling lightly.

"You're one to talk," He was taken aback for a moment, smiling softly and teasing as he looked at you with loving eyes.

You sigh, "You spent the second half of your band's interview talking about me, someone who is not in your band," You fold your arms over your chest as you readjust to face him in his lap. Your legs on either side of him.

"What can I say, you're simply that loveable," He smirks, tilting his head to the side as he looks up at you, his hands resting on top of your thighs.

"Liar."

You hop off his lap, spinning around to slip out of the office and he jumps out of his chair to follow you.

"I am no liar, darling!" He follows you, you aren't running nor are you walking that quickly but he still chases after you like you are--and so you hurry around the corner and into the bedroom.

"You are! It's practically your middle name!" You giggle as you turn around to face him, standing in the doorway and he meets you there, grabbing you by your sides and throwing you over his shoulder, "Hey!" You scold him, smiling wide and giggling.

He takes you over to the bed, giggling as he tosses you down just to attack your sides with his fingers to tickle you. You squirm and giggle, swatting at his hands.

"Will!!" He crawls to straddle your lap to keep you down as he keeps tickling you, "Stahp!!" You giggle, shaking your head as he leans down and kisses your cheek, pausing his attack to wrap his arms behind your back. Wilbur turns over onto his back, keeping you held in his arms, now lying on top of him. 

"How about…" He pauses, a smirk crawling up onto his features as he turns you over onto your back again, attacking your belly with his fingers again, "No," He giggles with you as you squirm, smiling wide and happy.

"Wiilbuuururr!!" You keep swatting at his arms, giggling happily, almost out of breath. You make an attempt at catching your breath and for a moment you do, “Why are you like this?” You mutter out through giggles and he stops his attack on your sides, hands resting on them instead. He leans above you, smiling and he cocks his head to the side, a soft smirk replacing the smile.

“My darling...you're my husband, how can I resist?"

taglist; @ella-fella-bo-bella @lillylvjy @sleepyburs

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine being in a Lovejoy music video

[kingsleywrites]

If I'm Taking Care Of Your Ass Then I Sure As Hell Ain't Doing It Sober.

Revivebur x Las Navadas!Male Reader (Romantic)

Fluff, slight suggestive stuff, no smut

Prompt: Reveivebur comes to Las Navadas hurt, he's already here so why not take pity on the poor man and help him out, not without a couple of drinks first though.

CW/TW: Drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching, smoking, cursing

M/N is also a bartender for Quackity

M/N is used (meaning male name)

S/C is used (meaning skin color)

M/N was sitting in his living room, bored out of his goddamn mind. Normally when he was this bored, he'd break into his liquor cabinet, open a bottle of some kind of liquor or cheap wine, and drink till he was shit faced. And he would, unless he wanted to go to work with the worst hangover known to man. You see, Quackity was oh so kind enough to stick M/N on one of the earlier shifts (early being 12) which didn't sit well with the man who stays up till 3 am and sleeps till 3 pm to go to his more normal shifts at 5 pm.

So he was stuck, he could go for a walk, but that would mean he had to leave his house. He could read a book except that it wasn't good enough. Living in Las Navadas was great, he had a great boss and a nice house and a good paying job but that doesn't mean that the slowly growing city had more to do than gamble and drink, which was fun until it got repetitive.

M/N was on the verge of entering the existential crisis talk until a knock came from his door. Which was definitely new. It probably wouldn't be Quackity, that man just spams your communicator with calls and messages till you reply, and Slime had no reason to be at your house at this hour. So who the hell was bothering your mental turmoil? M/N reluctantly got up to answer the door.

"Okay who are you and why the hell- " M/N looked up at the man standing at his doorstep.

"Wilbur fucking Soot." M/N said through his teeth, he crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame.

"In the flesh, literally considering I'm revived, courtesy of Dream may I add." Wilbur had an shit eating grin on his face as he stared at the male in front of him.

M/N did a small face laugh, "Why the hell are you here?" his demeanor quickly changed back to serious.

"What? Can I not come back and see an old friend?"

"You have to be friends in the first place to do that Wilbur, now tell me what you want or I'll just leave you here."

Wilbur straightened his posture and M/N finally noticed that he was holding his arm. His eye traveled down to his hand, where he saw blood start to drip.

M/N quickly grabbed Wilbur's hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the dripping blood. "Asshole, you're gonna get blood on my front porch!" M/N pulled Wilbur inside, closing the door.

"My, my, M/N if you wanted to hold my hand you should've just asked I would've said yes." Wilbur smirked while M/N rolled his eyes.

"Go sit on the couch and don't get blood anywhere, if you do I'll behead you." M/N let go of his hand and walked into his bathroom to find a first aid kit.

After he grabbed one he set it on the coffee table before walking over to his liquor cabinet.

Wilbur laughed lightly as he watched the male rummage through the various bottles, who turned around with an annoyed glare on his face.

"What are laughing about smart ass?"

"Does Quackity not pay you enough to afford proper rubbing alcohol?"

"No, he pays me plenty." The male grabbed a glass and filled it with a couple cubes of ice. "This is for me."

M/N slowly sipped the liquor as he walked back to the couch, sitting next to Wilbur.

"Take off your jacket so I can see what you did." M/N set the cup down and opened the first aid kid while Wilbur took off his jack and folded it neatly behind him.

M/N looked at his arm, slowly pulling the torn fabric away from the wound. "It doesn't look terrible, maybe a few stitches, but you'll live. Now take off your shirt."

"Don't you think you should ask me out first? It's a little rude to ask me to undress seeing as we haven't spoken in so long." That same smirk dawned Wilbur's face.

"Not like that idiot! I meant it as in, let me see the wound better."

Wilbur chuckled to himself, seemingly pleased with getting a rise out of him and removed his shirt placing it on top of his jacket.

M/N grabbed a few rubbing alcohol pads and started slowly cleaning the wound on Wilbur's arm, taking a "small sip" from the glass on the coffee table. After a few times of getting up to throw away blooded gaze pads and rubbing alcohol pads and filling up his glass on the way, he decided to grab the whole bottle of liquor, as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses. M/N filled up the two glasses handing one to Wilbur.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being granted the pleasure of drinking with you?"

"Stop speaking so poshly, I get it you're fancy, now shut up while I finish wrapping your arm."

Wilbur backed off the male but kept a smile on his face as he watched him wrap his arm in bandages.

When he was done, M/N snipped off the extra and put it back in the first aid kit. He quickly downed the rest of his wine and went to put the first aid kit away.

When he got back, his body was facing forward and his head was tilted upwards toward the ceiling. "I hate you." M/N mumbled.

"How come? All I did was ask for your help, which you could've denied, might I add." Wilbur's tone was somewhat mocking and he put an arm around M/N, playing with the hair on his head.

"I told myself I wasn't going to drink tonight and look where I'm at."

"Well, it's not like I told you to drink."

"If I'm taking care of your ass I'm sure as hell not doing it sober." M/N turned his head to look at the male beside him, he brought a hand up to his face and began to trace down his jawline, stopping at the corner of his lips. M/N slowly climbed over to Wilbur's lap, neither of them breaking eye contact. Wilbur's arms rested at M/N's waist while M/N's other hand rested in Wilbur's crest feeling the soft skin on his fingertips.

M/N leaned in closer to Wilbur, lips slightly parted as they each waited for the other to make a move.

"You do realize the consequences that this can have if you go through with this." Wilbur's voice was barely above a whisper.

"And what's 'this'" M/N giggled as one of his hands slowly moved to the base of Wilbur's hair, lightly playing with the strands.

"I don't think Quackity will like it very much if you kiss his enemy."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

The two got even closer, lips brushing against each other.

"You willing to make that bet?" Wilbur's lips curled into a small smile.

"I'll bet everything I got, pretty boy."

Wilbur laughed lightly before pulling M/N in by his waist, kissing his lips. M/N's hands further tangled themselves in Wilbur's hair while Wilbur's hands were untucking M/N's neat dress shirt, almost desperate to feel his S/C skin.

The two broke apart for air, breathing heavily for a moment before Wilbur began kissing down his jaw and neck.

"God I hate you so much." M/N said, half out of breath

Wilbur hummed on his skin, lightly nipping at it before answering the male.

"If you hate me so much then tell me to stop and I will." Wil looked at M/N, still leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, none of them deep enough to create a hickey though, Wilbur was smarter than that.

M/N let out an airy chuckle, pulling at Wilbur's hair. "No, you're too hot to stop."

Wilbur kissed his cheek, looking M/N in the eyes. "And You're too drunk for me to continue."

M/N groaned, tilting head back. "Why must you do this to me?"

Wilbur chuckled, "Maybe another time darling."

M/N got off his lap, stumbling before regaining his balance, but he was still swaying back and forth.

Wilbur went to grab his jumper before M/N put a hand on Wilbur's cheek making him look back at him.

"Please don't leave." He looked at him with pleading eyes that not even Wilbur could say no to.

"Alright, I'll stay." He stood up and gave M/N a quick kiss before picking him up bridal style and then walked down the hall, M/N's arm was stretched out to one of the doors and Wilbur assumed it was his room.

Once Wilbur sat him down on the bed, M/N quickly began to take off the uncomfortable suspenders and dress shirt before laying down and making grabby hands at Wilbur, who laid next to him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, M/N spoke up.

"I hate you so much." He said holding on tighter to Wilbur and burying his face in his chest.

"I love you too darling."

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Another one in the bags. I got this idea from reading another story on Wattpad, it's called MidNight Walks by mannequins_inafeild, despite only having two chapters I really liked it so I would consider checking it out!

Also who knew writing kissing scenes was so hard? I literally took a break to work on another story (the one that came out before this one actually) because I didn't know where to go or how to do it. I hope it wasn't too awkward. I don't know how many more scenes I'm gonna do like that in the future but give me some feedback, I'd like to hear your thoughts!

Word Count: 1557

[joviepog]

HEYYYYY HOW R UU???????

I have a request 4 a fic or some hcs (whatevers easier!!) with a wilbur x male reader. Reader is trans and wilbur helps them to heal and stuff after top surgery?

Again, if it's too much, that's fine! Remember to drink water, and do something that makes you happy!

Bye bye! 👋 😊

Comforting Tunes

Warning: Cuddling (idk if that would be a warning), crying, pain

Pronouns: He / they

Requests: @corner-of-void

Tag list: no one

Anything else: I dont know much about surgery pains and stuff so its a little bad. If there is anything wrong with this story just let me know! (I got no sleep as usual so please excuse any mistakes.)

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“Here, darling i got it.” Wilbur said quickly, stopping you from getting the door handle. He put his hand on the door handle and opened the door for you. You let put a sigh as you walked in. It was nice to be home again, the smell of hospitals was not a fun smell. You were tired, very tired, and wilbur knew this. He helped you out in anything he could.

But time passed as the pain only got worse, you grunted any time a new shot of pain coursed through your body. You started to tear up at some points. ‘It’s worth it.’ You kept reminding yourself.

Wilbur was off making hot chocolate as you sat on the bed, ice packs on your chest as you sat there. Once you got home, wilbur lied you down on the bed and got you the ice packs. He also turned on your favorite movie and he gave you some of your favorite snacks. He was bustling around everywhere, trying to make sure you were alright. It was comforting.

But as he was making the hot chocolate you moved slightly and the shot of pain coursed through your body once again. This time it felt 10 times worse. You started to cry. But the more you cried the more it hurt. Suddenly wilbur walked in, on the phone with who you assumed was your parents. “Yeah he is feeling better. He’s just-“ he paused as he saw your state. He looked at you and worry washed over his face.

“Hold on let me call you right back.” He hung up the phone and set everything down. He came up to you and hugged you, trying not to hurt you. “It hurts wil.” You said softly, trying to speak through tears. “I know, i know.” He said in your ear, with a comforting voice. He laid down next to you on the bed and gestured for you to come close to him.

You moved slowly, trying not to cause yourself more pain. But soon, you were in his arms. He was humming a small tune as you cried softly. His breathing was slow and his humming was more comforting than he could ever imagine. You both sat there for the rest of the night, your hot chocolate long forgotten.

I hope this was okay! I’m sorry its so short too! I’m also sorry that it took so long for me to answer!

[k1ng0fn0b0dy]

❤️ DAY 1 OF MONSTER WEEK — VAMPIRE WILBUR

[1400+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: It's in the title. He's just a vamp, you made jewelry, what more can I say?

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You brush your fingers down your coat, a thick fur coat Wilbur had gotten you especially for today, trying not to fiddle too much. Wilbur obviously caught onto your anxiety and took your hand in his, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles. His fangs ghosted over your skin, "No one will harm you, beloved."

"You will protect me, yes?" You asked softly, twisting to offer him your arm instead.

"Always," His teeth sunk into your forearm like butter, ice flooding your veins followed by a familiar numbness.

You relaxed back into the coach box's seat as Wilbur pulled back and your wound slowly mends itself back together. You bring your arm back to you and drag your fingers over where the wound had been. It's odd, you know you should be feeling something but your touch is dull and there is nothing but skin.

You remember the first time he had bitten you. It felt much different than it does now. His eyes much sharper, teeth puncturing twin holes into your neck. It hadn't been numb, then. It burned, like pressing you hand flat against an iron except through your entire body, a pain nothing could soothe.

It had been an accident the first time. He had gone mad in his hunger, devouring anything to satiate the gnawing desire to feed. You were just lucky that he had devoured a whole house of mice before he had found you. It's likely the only reason he didn't bleed you dry.

When he came to he had seemed so mournful, as if the life of a stranger had meant so much to him as to cry when it's gone. But, by some miracle, you had survived. He had spent months nursing you back to peak health, a better health than you'd been in before he'd attacked, and sometime between then and now, you had fallen for each other.

With your consent he had began feeding from you periodically. Twice a week, supplementing the rest with the animals that had taken over the abandoned house next door. And with this arrangement came a meeting with a witch named Niki, who had given you a few talismans to protect you. They had helped to make Wilbur's feeding easier too.

Now, almost a year after meeting Wilbur and 4 months since you started dating, he wanted you to meet his family. You had, quite honestly, presumed Wilbur had no family until then, as he had brought up not a whispher or mutter of any family.

You agreed to meet his family but now that you were truly on your way there, not simply speaking empty promises, you were anxious. Wilbur had assured you that everyone in his family had a proper control over their hunger but still, you couldn't help but worry. And on top of that, what if Wilbur's father didn't like your gift? Then you'd have made a bad impression on top of being dead, the horror.

Wilbur broke you out of your thoughts with a soft press to your hand. Being brought back to the present, you notice that the coach box has already slowed to a near stop. Your eyes drift to the beautiful five story house (if you can call it that) with a thick, gothic style stone archway, artfully decorated by a budding moss.

The door pops open and Wilbur is on his feet instantly, holding a hand out for you. You're almost mesmerized by the way Wilbur looks back at his home, with hair mused by the wind, a piece of his lip caught between his teeth.

Now it's your turn to press your hand to his, helping him find his footing. Wilbur's face softens and he offers his arm to you, "Shall we?"

"I suppose we shall," You go through the archway and the air instantly feels different. You can't place how but Wilbur just takes a deep breath in, like he's savoring clear air.

You can spot the three men from the steps, though you imagine they've been able to see you for a while. Two of them—the older blond and the well-built pink one— are eyeing you critically, the only one to look happy to see you both is the young, tall blond who's positively bouncing on his feet. Or, more accurately, happy to see your boyfriend.

"Wilbur!" They beam, "You look like shit."

"Watch your language around our guest, Tommy," The older blond tutts before looking directly at you and finally smiling, "It's wonderful to meet you, Wilbur has told us all about you. I'm Phil, his sire."

Sire. Basically his father then.

"It's nice to meet you too," You shake his hand. Apparently age doesn't detract from strength since this man seems to have it in spades.

"I'm Tommy, Wilbur's favourite," Tommy chirps out, already poking at Wilbur incessantly. He looks exactly like an annoying younger brother should.

"I'm Technoblade," The tall, broody pink-haired one drones out. "Wilbur's actual favourite."

"He's my vampire twin!" Wilbur excitedly ushers you towards the door. "We were turned on the same day, only he was turned a few years early. We're basically twins besides that."

"Not how it works, Wil." Phil sighs. He, Techno and Tommy step through the door, while you and Wilbur stop just before the frame. Wilbur hesitates and you take the first step, winding your hands together and pulling him through the door with you.

Wilbur relaxes when he makes his way inside without trouble, as if doubting that his home would ever stop welcoming him. You squeeze his hand when he lingers a moment too long at the doorframe and he smiles at you, pulling you towards the drawing room.

{《☆》}

Phil absoloutely loves the jewelry you had brought him. The dazzling emeralds gleam seem to enchant the old vampire and he made quirk work of wearing them. After a jealous outburst from Tommy, you had promised the rest of the family matching pairs.

Dinner was going wonderful too. Even though none of them needed human food, they all were polite enough to share and eat along with you. No one (besides Tommy) complained and they seemed like such nice people, completely making you forget you had been nervous to begin with.

"So, what type of magical being are you?" Phil asked with a polite smile.

You and Wilbur froze. You glanced over at him, asking with your eyes how he'd forgotten to mention something so important in his letter. Wilbur winced and opened his mouth, only to instantly close it. Honestly, how had you fallen for such an airhead.

"They aren't—"

"They're a witch, obviously," Tommy snorted, as if Phil's question was truly that easy to answer. "Can't you feel the talismans on them. Quite high class too."

Phil rolled his eyes fondly, "Not all of us are sensitive to Magic, Tom."  He turned to you, "So, a witch. I always knew Wilbur had a type."

"I do not have a type," Wilbur pouts. Then he looks back to you, tipping his head. You shake your head back and he just nods, trying to subtly mimick zipping his lips. He fails.

{《☆》}

"That wasn't at all like how I planned it to be," Wilbur groans, but he can't keep the smile off his face. "They loved you."

"I wouldn't say love, but we certainly got along," You falter for a second, "but they still don't know I'm human."

"Well, what they don't know won't kill them," Wilbur offers. He frowns when you don't even smile, moving to kneel down, staring up at you. You can't look away as he reaches a hand up to smooth over your cheek. "It's not a big deal, beloved. I could always write Phil another letter, he won't judge you for it."

"And Tommy? He was so excited to find out I was a witch," You mumble, leaning heavily into his palm. "I just don't want to mess anything up."

"You could never, my moonlight, you are perfect." Wilbur fixes you with a strong gaze, every word coming out of his mouth like proven fact, strong and indisputable. It almost makes you believe it too.

"If you really want," Wilbur offers, "I can ask Niki to train any magic potential you have. Tommy saw something special in you besides the talisman, I know it's not displaced."

You melt into Wilbur, feeling pure warmth in your heart, "How did I get so lucky?"

"I should be asking you that," Wilbur leans up and kisses you, lips cold and warmth flooding your face.

{《☆》}

[WELCOME, MY FELLOW MONSTER FUCKERS, TO YOUR SAFE HAVEN!]

[In a more serious manner, I'm going to post everyday (for the next week) leading up to Halloween following a self-made prompt list. On the actual day of Halloween I'm planning on making 3 posts, which is ambitious but I'm mentally ill so I'm going through with it anyways.]

[Anyways, I'm feeling dysphoric so another trans!male reader comfort fix will probably be uploaded soon. Take care of yourselves, you odd, odd folks.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

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Taglist: @creatorofstars

[deadduvznap]

Noncon insane wilbur content pls I'm starved <3 -Hatter

it hasny been a month so im on time !!!! okay but fr revbur would kinda likes being nonconned like. obv hed hate it somewhere in the back of his fucked up mind he LOVE it like hed love being cnced okay and its like okay hear me out drag him to the lmanburg crater yknow the one covered in glass and fuck him on top of that pin him face down and push his face into the glass and just straight fuck him and hes bleeding bcs theres no prep so ur using his blood as lube (which is so hot btw) and hes yelling at you to stop and hes trying to push you away and he wants to break the glass to get away but if yall fall from that height both of you will die and well he doesnt want that and hes begging oh my god hes begging so hard and so loud he just wants you off of him but he doesnt want you to stop or get off of him but he hates that you are violating him like that and you just keep fucking him and calling him men disgusting names and you cum inside him and leave him laying there on the glass full of cum and bleeding and still hard <//3

[microwavesblike]

Hello

Just wanted to say I no longer will be running this account. The shelby situation has opened my eyes and I no longer want to support wilbur. I will keep up my post of him seeing as I will no longer be coming back to this account.

I had fun but truthfully I was only on here for my ex and now that weve broken up theres no need. After we part ways I would only come back to check on wilbur related content and well...we know how that went. I had fun on here while it lasted :))!!

If you wish to still contact me my insta is @marzbarz_17 and my twitter @PhycoU

[icarus-has-falllen]

request: [{Open}] Closed

What fandom's I will write for

Stranger things

Umbrella Academy

Dreamsmp

Fear street

Marvel

✨Rodrick Heffley✨

Scream (the original)

Gravity falls

It chapters one and two

Hamilton

Wednesday

Star Wars

Who I will write for in each fandom

Stranger things

Gareth Emerson

Steve Harrington

Eddie munson

Billy Hargrove

Nancy wheeler

Mike wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Lucas sinclaire

Max mayfield

Will byer

Jane "eleven" hopper

Fred Benson

Chrissy Cunningham

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreaves

Diego Hargreaves

Five Hargreaves

Allison Hargreaves

Viktor Hargreaves

FEAR STREET

simon

Young!Nick Goode

Ziggy

Marvel

Spider man (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield)

Star Lord

Miles Morales

Scream

Stu macher

Billy loomis

Mickey Altieri

Ethan Landry

Sydney Prescott

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Gravity falls

Dipper pines

Mabel pines

Stanford pines

Stanley pines

Wendy

Bill cypher

It

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Stanley Uris

Beverley Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Ben Hanscom

Hamilton

Alexander Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

John Laurens

Lafayette

Angelica Skylar

Eliza Skylar

Peggy Skylar

Hercules mulligan

Aaron Burr

Ghostbusters

Ray stantz

Egon Spengler

Peter Venkman

Winston Zeddemore

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Enid Sinclair

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Din Djarin

Han Solo

Anakin Skywalker

Spider-verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacey

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

[milorealcat]

wilbur soot as your boyfriend ♡

pairing: wilbur x gn!reader

summary: wilbur loves you a whole lot:)

length: relatively short (362 words)

-> constantly sending you cute photos when you‘re not with him, especially on tour. most random shit ever like it could legit be a cool looking rock

-> hand holding 24/7 😭

-> obsessed with making you homemade stuff for valentines and anniversaries, he saw paper roses made out of book pages on pinterest and went down a rabbit hole from there

-> he‘d heavily lean into the idea of promise rings

-> physical touch & acts of service!!! i will die on this hill

-> would match outfits with you on accident… totally

-> absolutely infatuated with you; literally can’t stop staring at you, even when you call him out on it

-> if you even glance at something in a shop, he‘ll whip out his wallet immediately

-> he‘s a big spoon imo but he doesn’t really care as long as he gets to cuddle with you, he would die a happy man snuggled up next to you

-> internally squeals whenever he sees your username pop up in chat. his voice softens a little and he tries to act cooler (it fails)

-> is still so nervous around your family enough though they all love him to bits and basically consider him your husband already

-> speaking of chat, they get a lovely half an hour long explanation of something funny you did just about every stream

-> always puts his hand on your lower back to lead you through places, regardless of if you’re built like a tank or not

-> play a demo versions of all of his songs to you, your opinion means the world to him

-> LOVESSS getting face kisses, makes him go all red and flustered which is a bonus

-> would be the kinda person to talk during a movie, fucking analysing it as it plays

• "oh my GOD!!!! her GIRLFRIEND just drowned!!!"

• "wil… you know i‘m watching the movie too right?"

-> calls you ”darling“, ”sweetheart“ and ”love“ mostly, with an occasional ”baby“ slipped in there

-> will rant about you for hours unapologetically

-> has a framed picture of you two on his desk, as a form of emotional support

first actual piece of writing posted on here 😭😭😭 praying

[deadqueerboys]

Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

[skeleton-bees]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUACKITY I HOPE HE HAS THE BEST DAY EVER (also out there gettin old/j) OKAY ANYWAY WE KNOW THE DRILL PICTURES

quackity pictures to make everyone smile on this special day

[mysticalsoot]

miscommunications and mistakes

another fic of my self-indulgent boarding school au

A/N; this was fully based off a dream I had like under a week ago and in all honesty- also reader now has a sister in this au and said sister is dating Tom (don't ask questions okay-)

summary; reader harbours strong feelings for Wil but is too afraid to admit them due to the fear he won't see them for who they are. after they make a slip up after an evening out with him, Wilbur hatches a plan with reader's sister.

tw// swearing, use of bunny as a nickname (reader bounces when excited lol), uses of boy regarding the reader, kissing, lowkey a makeout, dude IDK-- it's like fluff central with dashes of angst..and I wrote Wil as gay in this fic- not making assumptions Abt irl wil- this is just fiction and like super super niche

words; 4.2k

pairings; cc!wilbur x transmale!reader (could be read as nb/non fem presenting, just avoid the uses of boy!)

pronouns; none really! but uses of boy, and uses of y/n!

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Normally on weekends, you'd be back in the dorms, stay on campus and revel in what little alone time you had. The peace of silence draped over the halls. Only broken by a few dorm doors slamming from other levels. 

But nothing was normal with Wilbur. He came prancing into the dorm, practically skipping when he dipped his head into your bunk and gave you the cheekiest grin he could.

"Heyyy, bunny-" You lifted your head immediately at the sound, lifting your attention from your book to his face and your annoyance at the interruption immediately fizzled out when you saw him. He took away all of your worries and anxieties when he looked at you, and you so desperately wanted him more than a friend--

"Hello to you too, bee," You smiled softly at him as you pulled up your legs to give him room to sit at the end of your bunk, "What's got you all giddy this fine Saturday afternoon, hm?" You knew you were smiling so wide that anyone who wasn't as oblivious as Wilbur would've clocked immediately. But Wil doesn't notice the romantic feelings that seep into your gracious smile or the way your eyes sparkle at the idea of getting more time around him.

"Sooo…" He trailed off, leaning to rest his cheek on your knees as he spoke, "I asked your dad if I could take you with me and go out for the day. Like around mid-city? Go to a couple of different craft shops maybe...You know, do what kids usually do these days-" He lifts his head and cuts himself off, a playful smirk replacing his grin.

"Wilbur, I adore you, but I don't think you have the best idea of what 'kids do these days'," You chuckle softly as you meet his eyes and they crinkle at the corners as he leans his head back against the wall, shaking his head and chuckling with you.

"Fine- but would you still like to go?" He asks, his voice soft, only meant for you despite how the question was one that wouldn't hurt if it graced another's ears. It was for you nonetheless but he made sure it was said just for you and god-- if you didn't know better, you'd say there was a reason.

He's straight, Y/N. Get a grip. You thought, like you always did. At this point the phrase was a mantra, said mentally anytime he did something that could even just barely come off as more than platonic. It was a reminder to you that he couldn't feel the same unless he didn't see you as you were. And he made sure you knew he saw you as nothing but a boy. Just as you are.

"Yes, I'd love to," Your smile was soft, warm and you set aside your book and pulled off your covers just to snake out of your bunk. If you'd look in his direction, you would've noticed Wilbur's sweet and soft smile and his eyes big and wide. But you didn't, and so you lived in ignorance any time he gazed at you for longer than a few seconds--which was every time.

"Wonderful.." The word was mumbled under his breath as you put on your shoes, tying them and hopping up afterwards to grab your wallet.

You walked over to the door and waved with your hand, giggling, "Well come on then! We have craft stores to venture into!" 

Your words brought a bright smile to his face as he slunk out of your bunk and followed you, the reminder of his towering height now a thought on the tip of your minds.

"Yes, sir!" He giggles as he follows you, and you feel his hand ghost over your waist from behind, as if he was trying to guide you. Your breath hitches in your throat and stays stuck until his hand is moved back to his side and you let out a small breath, not of relief but you can't entirely tell what feeling lies underneath it.

It wasn't long until you were both outside of Hab 1, exiting into the parking lot and you started walking over to the bus stop. Wilbur grabbed you gently by your wrist and smiled. You turned back to face him, tilting your head to the side as you give him a quizzical look.

He lifted his other hand and dangled your dad's car keys in his palm and your eyes went wide, his hand letting go of your wrist.

"Wil- How?!" Your tone was more surprised as you stepped forward, grasping at the keys almost as if to assure yourself they were real.

"Apparently you're not the only one he favors-" He smiles mischievously and giggles as you grab the keys, before handing them back.

"He trusts you to drive his car? With his child as the passenger?" Your jaw might as well be on the ground with how you gape at Wilbur, at the idea your father trusts him this much. He won't even let Grace drive his car, but then again, she is fifteen and just got her permit so in reality, trusting a sixteen almost seventeen year old with a driver's license a year old actually isn't the worst.

"Yep, he does. I didn't even ask, he just offered. I tried to say no but- Your dad can be scary when he's determined. It also seemed like he wanted to get back to talking to Andy and I'd rather take the offer and let him…talk, than be at the receiving end of his annoyance," He giggles softly as he leads you along across the parking lot to your father's car.

"You mean flirting?" You chuckle softly at the mental image of your dad trying to flirt and falling short repeatedly, even though all he has to do is look Andy's way--

"Okay, that is what I mean-" Wilbur smiles as he scoffs, opening the passenger door and letting you step in before walking to the driver's side and getting in his seat.

The car ride is uneventful after that, music playing in the background as you both hum along to it. Wilbur's eyes intently focused on the road in front of him, more cautious than you've ever seen him before. He was so careful with every move he made, clearly he knew how scary your dad could be when his child is hurt. He could care less about his car getting a scratch or a dent, it's replaceable, expensive, but replaceable. You and your two siblings were not and if you asked any person he passed by through life, he thought the world of you three. You guys are his world and have been since the moment he adopted you. Who knew a mid 20s grad student could find such joy in raising three pre teens into adulthood? The three of you are not pre teens by any means now, and the thought in itself was daunting to him but he found great pride in his kids. Sometimes impulsive decisions you make when you're freshly an adult, pay off.

When Wilbur pulled the car gently into a parking spot, putting it in park and putting the emergency break on--just in case--he sighed and rested his head against the headrest, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smiled softly and chuckled along with it as you dipped your head to meet his eyes.

"You okay there, Wil?" He shook his head, as he smiled worriedly.

"Uhh, besides the fact I just drove one of my closest friends in his dad's car, ten minutes away from campus, I'm fine-" He took a few deep breaths as he took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. You started to follow suit, unlocking your side when he shook his head, "Nope, wait for me."

The words made a dusting of pink crawl up your cheeks as you looked down, smiling to yourself. Wilbur practically ran around the car to your side and he opened the door, "Such a gentleman," You giggled as you stepped out of the car, his hand held out for you and you take it. He closes the door behind you and holds onto your hand for a few seconds longer than what is platonically acceptable--

He's straight, stop it. Another thought, another mantra and you take a deep breath, walking with him onto the sidewalk. You smiled over at him as he smiled back, his eyes on you for a split second before refocusing on the concrete of the walkway and you felt his arm ghost around your waist again, hovering ever so slightly. It's there, but it isn't and you two walked into the first shop, a small bookstore combined with a bakery.

Your eyes lit up at the scents that wafted up your nose immediately, assaulting your senses with warm pastries and the smell of old books despite most of the books being sold are brand new. Wilbur noticed your glowing expression and giggled, the two of you finding a spot out of the way to look at the menu. He leaned down closer to you and spoke by your ear, "Get anything you want, okay? I'm paying, so don't even try to pull out your wallet." He smiled as he pulled back, readjusting his attention to the large menu board on the wall, his arm going back to his side.

You knew not to argue, you wouldn't win anyways, and he'd go as far as taking your wallet and hiding it from you if you even dared to pay. So you shrugged and tried to find a pastry that piqued your interest and it wasn't hard to--it was still before noon and while you ate breakfast with your sister in the cafeteria, you still had a hankering for something breakfast-y. 

You told Wilbur your order and he guided you with him to the counter, him taking control of ordering and getting you what you ordered a long with a crossiant for himself. He was smiling politely during the interaction and you watched him the whole time, how he nodded at the cashier, bounced his head a slight bit as his card got rung up. The slight frustration in his eyes when the card wouldn't read the first time--every bit. It wasn't unusual for you to notice all of the small things about him, but to watch him do something like this, somehow felt domestic and just made the happy feelings erupt and flutter in your stomach.

He's straight, why can't you see that? Another thought and you're looking away, trying to hide the small frown that crawls onto your lips.

His arm ghosts again, your lower back now, and then his hand is on your side. You were zoned out, didn't notice the small smile on his lips as he nodded to something the cashier said and then he smiled over at you before guiding you to a table by a window.

He pulls out the chair to the left, smiling and waving for you to take a seat, you do with a soft smile on your lips and he takes his seat across from you. This feels so…nice. But misleading. It almost feels wrong to even imagine the possibility of this being more than a close platonic friendship. Anything more than the obvious.

He breaks the silence with a soft smile, resting his chin on his palm while his other hand rests on the table. You catch his fingers twitching, almost like he was going to reach out to you, but restrained himself, "So after this, craft store?"

"I need yarn anyways, it's dad's birthday soon-" You chuckle softly and Wilbur shakes his head with a smile, scoffing playfully.

"When do you not need yarn?" A small and teasing smirk crawls up on his lips as he folds his arms on the table, leaning forward just a hair.

"When I'm dead," Despite the monotone aura of your delivery, you're smiling widely, a playfulness held in your eyes.

Wilbur laughs softly at you, his eyes crinkling like they always do and his nose scrunching up while he smiles warmly, "Let's hope that isn't soon, alright?" His tone has a genuine warmth to it, like a part of him means what he says and you swear the way he says 'alright?' will be the death of you.

"Well, if I do die soon, Andy is going to have a handful with my father," You scoff slightly, shaking your head at the thought, the conversation topic is dark but your smiles and your playful tone makes it softer.

The moment you finished speaking, your order was called and when you went to stand and get it--Wilbur stopped you by placing his hand on yours for a brief moment, his eyes glancing at yours with a gentle warning in them. So he stood up and walked over, grabbing the two drinks and pastries he ordered for you both, and found his spot back across from you. He rested an arm on the table as he ate his pastry, watching as you eat yours with a happy sway.

"You like it?" Wilbur giggled as he watched you, putting down his pastry so he could rest his chin on his palm, and admire you with a soft smile.

You nodded your head excitedly, smiling wide as you chew. Wilbur smiles as he shakes his head in awe before he finishes his own pastry, you following suit.

The both of you had gotten up afterward, taking your drinks and wandering around the bookshop, picking out books or trinkets for one another. You found a space pen for your dad, Wilbur smiling at your thoughtfulness when you saw it, immediately going on about how much your dad would love it-- how he needed one after Evan stole all of his favorite ones. Wilbur found the moment endearing, seeing you so excited about getting something so small but meaningful for your father. You weren't even there for him, but you managed to think of him anyways.

The rest of your afternoon was spent together, walking around mid-city, going to different shops and making jokes, and sharing glances that should be a tell of mutual feelings but you both were much too oblivious. And afraid.

You feared he was straight or rather, you knew he was straight, whilst Wilbur feared that if you knew he liked you, you'd think he thought that way because he saw you as a girl. Which was not true by any means but he knew you too well, he knew how your mind worked, how those negative thoughts would seep in and infest anything positive.

It was inching closer and closer to dinner time for that evening, and you both promised that you'd be back beforehand, even if it was the weekend, neither of you liked being late for things. Regardless of if lunch times were flexible and merely a suggestion, it still bothered you both to be there past time.

"So, did you enjoy your day?" Wilbur asked softly as he looked down at you, a sweet smile on his lips as he admired you. You didn't notice the glint in his eyes or the way he bit his lip gently when he looked at you. How would you notice?

"I loved it, Wil," Your own smile matched his and as you went to open the passenger side door, Wilbur tsked and immediately opened it for you. You groan at him, in playful annoyance as you roll your eyes, "Seriously, Wilbur?" 

"Yes, seriously. I am a gentleman, am I not?" The boy smiles softly, eyes crinkling and glowing with…appreciation and platonic love--which is what you decided to call it and you hoped it was something more.

“If I argue, I'm not going to get anywhere, am I?” You tilt your head to the side slightly, a teasing and playful smirk on your lips as you fold your arms over your chest. You lean against the side of the car door, chin up to meet his eyes. He looked away for a moment, smiling as a blush crawled onto his cheeks, and when he looked back at you, his lips curled into a coy smile.

“You’ll never win, darling,” He smirked softly as he dipped his head close to yours, not so far as to insinuate anything more than teasing, platonic banter, but enough to toe the line just a hair.

“Okay- Fine.”

You tried to ignore the way your voice cracked at the end, how your blush showed on your face, and how your voice entirely deceived you. Wilbur won't notice, you thought, he’s too oblivious.

He did, but he simply smiled to himself as he shut the passenger side door and walked around the car to the driver’s side. The drive was decently silent, a comment here and there but the drive back to campus was short anyhow so there wasn’t much you could say anyhow. Once he pulled into a parking space, he leaned against the headrest, turning his head to face you, a small smile on his lips.

You smiled back and as you looked at him, he felt too distracting. Everything about him, his stupid fuzzy curls, those puppy eyes--the way his dimples and smile lines showed ever so slightly. How his lips were so pink, curled into such a small and sweet smile--his cheeks softly dusted with pink- You wanted to kiss him right then and there, it was stupid but you weren’t sure how much longer you could let yourself hold back. And it wasn’t like you were the one to make impulsive decisions by any means. You weren't someone to let your feelings overtake your logical thinking but god…he looked too pretty to think about it. So you kissed him. You leaned over the central console and you kissed him, it was just a simple peck but it was enough to spark fireworks in your stomach. It felt like an eternity that you had your lips on his when it was mere moments before you pulled back and reality rushed in. How stupid you felt and now how embarrassed you were.

"God-- Wil, I'm sorry just-- Sorry." You mutter out, turning a deep shade of red and feeling that burning feeling of guilt build in your gut. You reached over and opened the car door just moments later and Wilbur did the same on his side, not saying anything in response. You wished he would just yell at you, it's better than painful silence like this.

He stopped at the gate, stumbling over his words, “Uh, I promised Tech I would hang out with him- like over in the Davidson Center so I- I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You nodded, trying to give a soft smile but ultimately failing and walking the other way.

You are an idiot, or at least that’s the conclusion you’re coming to. It isn’t greatly beneficial but neither is impulsively kissing your probably straight best friend, now is it?

You tried to shrug off every negative and intrusive thought, walking up the stairs to your dorm so you could vent and complain to your sister, and that plan couldn’t be spoiled at this point. A few more steps and you were swinging open the dorm door, sighing from relief when you find Grace entirely alone in the dorm.

“Jesus- knock next time!” She jumped in her place, nearly screaming as she got spooked from reading peacefully in her bunk. Her face was written in a slight scowl but her expression softened the moment you met her eyes, “What’s wrong?”

“I fucked up,” You run your hands down your face as you find a seat on the bench, leaning against the desk.

“How..so?” Grace’s voice was unsure as she climbed down the ladder of her bunk, walking over to you, and sitting next to you.

“I kissed him-”

“Wait really? Finally!” She was beaming with excitement and you shoot a glare at her, her demeanor changes immediately, “How bad?”

“Okay well for starters- after he didn't even say anything until we got to the gate and then he told me he was going to see Tech- and that’s fine honestly it could’ve gone worse but I really think I messed up big time now- I mean, he’s straight for fucksake!” You speak all in one breath, taking a deep breath afterward and leaning your head on your sister's shoulder.

She holds back a laugh as she whispers, “Did he kiss back?”

“Yeah-” She was about to cut you off when you spoke again, “But it doesn’t mean anything. It could’ve just been instinct,” You screw your eyes shut, the guilt building up into your throat, burning your insides.

“You’re not going to listen to what I have to say so I’ll say this; give him time to process and you won’t feel like such shit anymore, okay? Now, I think you should go lay under the Saturn V and decompress, yeah? It’s your spot,” Grace smiles softly as she ushers you up to stand, nearly pushing you out of the dorm.

“Fine- Fine- I get it, Tom is coming over isn't he?” You throw a playful smirk as you chuckle softly at the way your sister is acting. She scowls softly and a slight pink tint crawls up her cheeks.

“No- absolutely n- okay maybe. Now, go!” You roll your eyes playfully as you walk away.

A bit of fresh air wouldn’t hurt.

The thing is, the Davidson Center, which is where the decoy Saturn V sits outside, is on the other side of campus. So while it was mid-October and decently chilly, you still managed to break a sweat and be a bit out of breath. The hilly paths and the heat leftover from the day radiating from the asphalt also did not help. A few minutes passed and you were through the gate and under the large rocket.

You sighed a breath of relief at how cool it was underneath, not a single drop of sunlight as the sun began to set behind the hills and trees. So you found a seat underneath, closing your eyes and letting the wind rake through your hair and fan over your face, silence draping your being in a meditative comfort.

And then it was broken, “Hey, bunny,” Your eyes shot open at the sound of the familiar voice, the nickname processing only afterward, and the voice was quickly identified as Wilbur.

“I thought you had plans with your brother?” You ask softly, moving to stand from your spot on the concrete. You didn’t take any steps forward, but he took them towards you.

“I did, he had a meeting with his crew trainer that got in the way,” He shrugs, smiling soft and sweet as he took a few more steps towards you, the space between both of you, now gone.

You smile back, memories of fear and guilt so far gone that all you feel is that usual hoard of butterflies in your gut. He puts his hands gently on your upper arms, his thumbs rubbing softly as he looks down, shuffling his feet. Part of you wants to freeze at his touch, but you instead melt, letting out a soft and satisfied sigh.

“I need to tell you something,” Wilbur starts, his feet stopping their shuffles as he moves his eyes to meet yours.

“Yeah?” Your voice is soft and small, eyes widened only slightly as you search his face for any inkling of what he may need to say--and you come up with nothing.

“I think…” He trails off as his eyes dart from yours down to your lips and back to your eyes, “I think it would be better if I speak with action,” And so, he drops his hands to your sides, letting himself wear a small smirk on his lips before he leans down and captures you in a deep and passionate kiss. One that if it goes on too long, lips will be left pink and swollen from how much love gets poured into it. Wilbur then moves a hand up to cup your cheek, and then his other on your other cheek, thumbs rubbing the soft skin gently as you reach your arms up and drape them over his neck. You pull him down slightly, opening your mouth just a hair more to somehow deepen the kiss even more than it already is. His body presses on yours as you press yours upwards onto his. Soft sighs and sounds of excitement slip out, swallowed by one another as sweet smiles curl up on both of your lips. It’s only when you’re both desperate for air that he pulls back, running his thumb over your lips, admiring how pink they are. And he smirks, “Oh, I’m gay by the way,” He chuckles softly as you swat at his arm, smiling wide from euphoria.

“No fucking shit, Sherlock!” You both giggle and he drops his head down onto your shoulder, pulling you close into a hug.

“I’m sorry about earlier- I was… kind of shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I just- I hope this makes up for it,” He sighs against your shoulder before turning his face against your neck, rubbing your back as he smiles, “I like you, like, a lot. And in the gay way.”

You giggle in response, “You know, I like you too,”

taglist; @sleepyburs @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine touring with Wilbur and Lovejoy

[lillylvjy]

i want to (fall into you)

a/n: hello! This is the hs au fic I wrote last night and totally forgot to post earlier today- sorry!! But it’s here and it’s- decent. The ending is kinda bad but I don’t want to change it so- sorry?! But yeah! Enjoy!

P.s this is kinda based off of a project I did in hs so- FUN!

hs! Wilbur x male!reader (bare with me- it’s my first time)

Warnings// kissing, like a lot. neck kisses, stimming, cuddles, one sexual innuendo (it’s barely anything.), reader overthinking, reader gets flustered sometimes, reader has a sister, reader and wil are both autistic, tooth-rotting fluff, and if I missed anything, please tell me!!!

wc: 2.6k

very much dedicated to my lovely brother @mysticalsoot , go check him out- he’s cool ig /j/aff

“Ok so, what do I have to do?” Wil asked as he sat on your bed.

Early in the day, you asked Wilbur to help you with your film project. He immediately agreed, stating, “what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t help my boyfriend out?”. Which led you here. In your bedroom, placing your bags by your desk and flopping down on your bed next to him.

“Nothing. All you have to do is sit there and be pretty.” You smiled up at the boy as he rolled his eyes and smirked at you.

“Aren’t I always pretty?” He climbed on the bed and leaned over top of you. Smiling up at him, you placed your hands on his jaw and rub his cheeks.

“Always darling. Always.” You smiled up at him as you pulled him down to your lips. Once his soft lips met yours, molding together, Wil placed his hand on your neck, cupping and rubbing your pulse point. Moving in sync, slow and deep, not wanting this moment to end. Wil deepened the kiss as he shifted to be fully on top of you, in between your legs. Placing his hands on your waist and squeezing the soft skin that lie there, always reminding you of how much he loved every part of you, even if you didn’t.

Before anything could advance, you pulled away from his lips, placing your forehead on his. Opening your eyes, you found Wil looking at with a pout on his lips. You smiled up at him as you scoffed, finding it funny how he always had to be kissing you in some way shape or form. Pecking his pout, you pushed him off of you as you got up and walked over to your bag. Pulling out your computer, you hopped back on the bed, infront of where Wilbur was lying.

“Come. I have to show you something.” You said, smiling eagerly at him as your computer started up. Logging in, you felt the bed behind you dip and legs come out to the sides of you. Feeling arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back so your back met his chest. You squeaked as you quickly grabbed your computer and placed it on your lap.

“There. Now I’m ready. Also, did you just invite me over to make out with me and watch movies all night?” Wil whispered into your neck as he hid his face, pecking the skin as he did.

Biting your lip to hide your smile, you turned your head to look at him. “Would that be so bad?” You furrowed your eyes at him as you grinned at him.

“Hmm, no. It actually sounds lovely.” He smiled at you as you smiled back at him, resting your forehead on his for a split second than turning your head back to open up the video you were looking for as Wilbur continued to leave small kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“Ahah! Here we are. Now, there are some rules!” You told your boyfriend sternly as you placed your hands on his thighs as you leaned back. “1.) no whining or complaining at me. 2.)-“ you thought for a second before you nodding and continued. “be respectful of this beautiful art piece I made, ok?! Two simple rules!”

“Yes sir.” Wilbur softly said in your ear, knowing the effect that word had on you.

Blushing, you slapped his hands that’s were rubbing your torso. “Shush. You didn’t have to say that.” You say as your relax back into his arms. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

As you press play, the beginning started. It was a black screen that cut to you fumbling with the camera. Wilbur immediately laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, smiling at his high pitched laugh.

Once you finally got it to stay up, you started the intro.

‘Hi. I’m Y/n, and this is my project. I know you said to create a film with someone you love dearly and have them talk about themselves, but knowing my person, he would just start rambling on and on about complete nonsense and somehow get me roped into it- it would just be, a lot. Yeah. A lot. So, here’s me talking about my someone I love very dearly. My boyfriend, Wilbur.’

As the video cut back to a black screen, you felt Wilbur take a deep breathe in and hold it. You grabbed his hand the was holding your waist, and interlocked them, giving it a squeeze before it continued.

The screen cuts again but this time to a video of Wil playing guitar. It was film on an older camera that you would find in your parents attic when you’re an adult, but it seemed perfect to you. Just like him.

“You took videos of me?!” Wil gasped out as you laughed.

“Maybe, now shhh! It’s about to begin.” You quickly squeeze his hand again as you start talking again.

‘Now that very handsome person right there is my boyfriend Wilbur. You also may know him as the lead trumpet in the marching band, the student body president or maybe the weird theatre kid. Either way, he’s pretty well known. Now what everyone knows about him is that he’s confident, funny, caring, creative and super smart. But I know and see things people don’t. And I want to share some with you.’

The video cuts again to Wilbur dancing around the kitchen with you, his playlist playing over the speaker as you both scream the lyrics and laugh with each other, the video taken by your sister.

‘Wil is a ball of love of energy. He’s the sun and moon if they were a person. He can be everywhere all at once, so full of joy and laughter and happiness, and the next second he can be calm and caring and sweet.’

The scene cuts again to another video of Wil hunched over his guitar, writing and erasing notes and lyrics down as he goes.

‘Wil is creative. Everyone can see that. When he gets an idea, it’s like there’s an invisible lightbulb that flickers on above his head and he’s racing to write it down or say it. And once he finally can say it, he doesn’t stop and he is super determined to make that thing happen to the best of its ability. I’d admire that a lot about him.’

The screen cuts yet again to a video of Wil reading ‘All along the Western Front.’

‘Now. He always says he doesn’t like reading. He hates it. But, once he sees a book with a good amount of history, American history to be exact, he’s all over. Wanting to read it and finish it all in one day. Taking in as much information as his big brain has. Oh! Also, if I ever mention my favorite books to him, he will go out of his way to rent that book and read so we can talk about it together. Whether he likes it or not.’

You smiled at the screen when it showed Wilbur’s nose scrunching up at something that was in the book.

“You look cute.” You whispered to him.

“Oh shut it.” You smile as the screen cuts yet again to a video you completely forgot you added. It was a video of Wilbur playing with your hands and swinging them back and forth while his head was in your lap.

‘Now Wil gets really excited sometimes. And sometimes he stims. A lot. But, I’m happy he feels comfortable to do it around me. Makes me feel at bubbly inside. Makes me stim too.’

Wil chuckles at that as he pulls you closer to him.

‘He also really likes to nuzzle. Anywhere he can find access too. Neck, arm, hair, shoulder, stomach, literally anywhere he desires. And he demands head rubs. It’s a must in his book.’

As the next clip cut to Wilbur pacing around the room, talking with his hands and smiling from ear to ear, you felt him nuzzles into your neck and give your ear a little kiss.

‘Wilbur loves to talk. And I love listening to him. And sometimes he’ll talk about the most random thing! Like the government, or food, or a movie he watched the other day, or how some people in the student body won’t listen to their presidents opinions. Spoiled bastard. But, I love him for it. And sometimes when he needs a break from walking and just needs to stand up for a couple minutes, he will put his leg up and stand like a flamingo. I don’t know how he has that balance but, he looks funny when he does it. Always makes me smile.’

The screen cut to Wil smiling at the camera as he looked at it. He starts to talk, but the audio is muted to what he’s saying.

‘Wil is an extraordinary person, yea. But he’s also human. And he has he ‘flaws’ people might say, but I think it’s what makes him perfect. When he’s sad, he shuts people out and bottles up his feelings. Doesn’t talk. Sticks with simple answers or hums. And it’s good enough in that moment. When he’s alone it all comes flowing out of him like a dam being broken. And it hurts me to know he does that still sometimes, but he’s gotten better about voicing his emotions. At least to me he has.’

The next clip is Wilbur making silly faces to the camera. You giggled at the screen as you held Wil’s hand tightly.

‘When he’s happy and energetic, he’s bouncy and smiley and bubbly. He’s super talkative and he moves around more. Like he’s trying to get the energy out as much as he can. He makes jokes a lot more, laughs a lot more at the simplest things. Does the goofiest shit ever. Pardon my language but it’s true! Just from one of his smiles, you can just tell how happy he is. He’s basically the sun in human form.’

You smile fondly at the screen as it cuts to you and Wil slow dancing in your room. The camera rolling and none of you noticing it. You forgot to turn it off, but you’re secretly glad you didn’t. You felt Wil smile against your neck as the clip started, rubbing your hand as he hummed a random tune to accompany the dancing.

‘Wil is many things. Most important, a human being. He gets mad, sad, happy, hurt, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, etcetera. But, that’s what I love about him. He’s human. He loves life and doesn’t let any of those thing stop him from enjoying anything. He loves like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He cares for the people around him. He has goals and desires in life. He sets boundaries when he need too. And he’s a damn good guitar player.’

The last clip of the video was of Wil and you. Sitting on your bed and smiling deeply at each other. Two fools deeply in love with each other.

‘Wil is an amazing person. And it’s clear as day. At least it is to me and I hope it is to you. And I love him. With all my heart. Always will. Also look at his little smile-‘

Wil let out a laugh as the clip cut and went back to your face cam.

‘So that has been my presentation! Sorry if it was everywhere but, so is Wil. And it fits him perfectly. I hope you enjoyed me ranting about this silly guy. Bye.’

The video finally cut to black screen as a play button showed up in the middle, telling the couple it was done.

You smiled at the screen as it finished, happy with the work you did. Loving the videos and how you edited it. But you also had a hint of nervousness flash over your expression.

‘What was Wil going to think? Does he think it’s weird? Endearing? Will it upset him I did this without his permission?! I just wanted to do something ni-‘

“Darling? You with me? You got caught up in there again.” Wilbur whispered to you as he held you tightly against his chest. You nuzzled into him as you sighed and nodded.

“Yeah I know. I just- what did you think?” You ask nervously as you feared his answer slightly.

Wilbur could sense your anxiousness as your body tensed up and your heart beat got quicker. He quickly squeezed your hand a couple of times and kissed your cheek, signaling to you that he’s not mad, quite the opposite actually.

“I loved it. Almost made me cry in all honesty. I didn’t know you thought about me like that.” Wil smiled at you as your turned your head, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“I tell you all the time! It’s like my 2nd favorite thing to do.” You smile at him as you place your hand behind his neck and play with the hair at the nape.

“Oh? Second favorite thing? What’s the first?” Wil smirks as he leans in closer to you, forehead connections with yours.

You roll your eyes and giggle at him. “My first favorite thing is to hang out with my awesome sister.”

Wil leans away from you, fauxing a hurt expression. “Ok wow. I see how it is.” He sasses at you as you laugh at his tone. His lips crack a small smile as you heard your laugh, loving the way it sounded.

“Sorry but siblings come first.” You took his face in your hands and squeezed. “You know that, you little chipmunk.” You said as your gently shook his head. Bringing your hands down to his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair. Humming in delight, Wil closed his eyes and leaned into your hands.

“I love you.” He whispers as he opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.

You bring your hands back down to his cheeks and look deeply into his eyes. “And I love you.”

Wilbur leaned in slowly, pecking your forehead, then your nose, next your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips. Soft and passionate, the kiss lasted longer than it probably should have but, the moment was too good to break it so fast. You both poured as much love and care into that one kiss to show just how much you both were in this for the long run. And that you’ll always have each other.

Slowly pulling away from the kiss, you scrunched your nose at him and smiled. Turning back around to your computer, you opened a new tab to Netflix as Wil moves from underneath you and lied down beside you. Getting the hint at what he wanted, you lord down next to him on your side, placing the computer in front of you as Wil wrapped his arms around you.

“What movie?” You asked your boyfriend that snuggled into your back, liking your warmth.

“Hmm… Don’t look up.” Wil mumbled out as he rest his head on your in your neck yet again.

You let out a breathy laugh as you searched the movie and got it ready to play. “Ready bubs?”

Once you felt him tap your hand twice, you started the movie.

“Thank you. For making your project over me. Means a lot.” Wil’s words were slightly slurred as sleep took over his body.

Smiling at his words, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckle, feeling him smile against your neck.

“Always my love. Now get some sleep, pretty boy. You deserve it.” You felt Wil nuzzle deeper into your neck.

“Hmm, I love you.” Wil whispered slowly as his words slurred into one. His breathing slowed down, signaling to you that he was asleep.

“And I love you most, darling.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep as you slipped from consciousness, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back. Bringing a sense of calm over you as you fell asleep with the sweetest boy cuddles against you and a content smile on your face.

taglist// @wiipes @frogwithashotgun @mysticalsoot @kit-is-a-weeb @athenaisaflower @gaytoadwithapopsicle @anon-duck @lotusanonymouse @art3m1s-adelia (and if you want to be added, feel free to ask!)

[poisonous-lemonade]

(Quackity x male reader)

Can you do a fluff fic where quackity has a huge crush on reader and gets jealous when the reader starts to spend more time with his flags (e.g bbh,wilbur or any of the members of the dsmp)

A/n: turns out that late-night writing does work, also, I have NFI what flags means but imma wing it This is sorta like a part two to the oblivious reader one so stay tuned for part 3 (but you don't need to read part one to understand this part)

Quackity's Battle for the Reader's Attention

Quackity laughed at your words, staring into your eyes which just sparkled like stars wherever he looked deep enough. You both had run into each other after a long day and both of you needed a break, so you both stopped your boring yet busy days to just talk. And it was great, for the most part, until somebody came over to ruin it.

"Y/N! There you are! I was wondering where you went." Said a voice, a sophisticated British one at that and two sets of footsteps, walking towards the two. Quackity's eye twitched slightly, turning his head to face the blonde boy, Tommy, and the face to the voice, Wilbur.

"Y/N! What the fuck!? You left us for him!?" Tommy whined like the child he was and pushed you away from Quackity playfully.

"Hey! Come on guys, you know I didn't mean anything by it." You laughed, ruffling the blonde boy's hair with a bright smile.

"Quackity." Wilbur greeted you with a small head nod as you and Tommy push each other around like the children you both were. "Didn't know you'd be here." Quackity nodded his head with a forced, pressed-lip smile.

"Me neither." He spoke up, a small migraine beginning to form at what would eventually be his worst nightmare.

"Why don't you hang out with us? It's just us so far but Sapnap and George said they'll be showing up." Quackity's eye twitched slightly before he smiled.

"Actually, I-"

"No, Quackity, please, you have to be there!" You cut him off before he even began his web of lies he was about to spin just to get out of it. "Please, it'll be so much fun if you're there too, please?" Quackity took a sharp breath, his eyes moving to gaze up at the British man before sighing.

"Okay, sure, Y/N, uh, if you want me to," Quackity said with a nervous smile, before his gaze shifted back to Wilbur with a glare, it's not like he had anything important to do anyways.

"Oh, that's amazing!" You clap with a smile before Tommy rams into you, pushing you off your feet with a laugh.

"Fuck you!" Wilbur laughed as Tommy continued to swear at your body on the floor, fighting like brothers. Quackity sighed and turned his head away from the scene, this was going to be a long night.

"No, I understand." You nod your head as you listen intently to the conversation at hand. Wilbur and George were taking up all of your attention which left Quackity sitting with Sapnap, although, he wasn't paying attention to him.

"Quackity? Hello? Are you even listening to me?" Sapnap asked impatiently, staring at the beanie-wearing man. He sighed and leaned back in his seat, waiting for Quackity to say something.

Quackity sighed and looked back at Sapnap. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He asked politely, taking a sip of his drink, but it was clear that he was busy in his own mind, which only caused Sapnap to roll his eyes.

"Bro, why don't you just fucking confess already?" He asked with an over-exaggerated sigh to show his annoyance. "Like he likes you! Just say something!" Quackity sighed and looked back over to you.

"But they don't." Quackity scowled slightly, watching you talk and smile with Goerge and Wilbur like they were your boyfriends. Sapnap kicks his shin from under the table making him wince.

"Quackity, go talk to him, right now," Sapnap said with a stern glare, Quackity huffed a laugh but nodded his head, getting up from the table and walking over to you and the group.

Wilbur looked at Quackity as he walked over, waving at him with a smile, you and George were still busy talking to one another with a happy and excited smile.

"Quackity, what's up man?" He asked with a polite smile, causing Quackity to cringe at himself slightly, he was really jealous over his crush talking to somebody else, what was he evening doing.

You perk up and finally notice Quackity, waving at him with a smile, George follows along as he realises he has not seen the boy.

"Quackity, when did you get there?" George joking with a laugh, you hummed and smiled at Quackity before turning back to talk to George.

You looked so happy that Quackity almost felt bad for coming over to try and steal you away from Wilbur and George, but he couldn't help but still feel his jealousy eating away at him, he would wait just a bit longer.

This was really going to be a long night for Quackity,

[toxicruins101]

YOUR WORDS KILLED ME

Sbi! Family x Male! Killer! Reader.

Tw!: Gore, torture, mentions of torture, blood, killing, depression. Etc.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

you couldn't even keep count of how many days it had been since you were stuck down here.

1, 2, 3..678910..

Who knows? Yet as the faint sound of your blood dropping onto the floor making a slight consecutive sound you became aware of the passage of time around you.

The faint sound of chains rubbing with each other, making an awful sound.

Pain was the only thing you felt at the moment and you knew you weren't going to last very longer in this hell hole.

You committed a crime, a deadly one quite literally, and in exchange you got sentenced to this.

Torture and torture for days on end.

You heard the heavy metal door move and tried to look up but even that hurt.

You could try to look up with your eyes but you failed the energy to even do that.

"Hey mate.." Philza, oh your sweet father Philza, all this time he had been so hopeful and so relived when they told him you'll be able to get out instead of serving a life long sentence

Yet it pained you so much, knowing his poor heart was going to be crushed.

"Are you feeling ok? I'm guessing your asleep right now though.."

'I'm not sleeping, I'm dying' you thought as a warm feeling invaded your pain struck heart.

Your father always did care for you, he always has, as his first child you meant everything to him.

You wish you could scream out to him and tell him your fate, but were unable as your tongue had been cut out in the early days of this sentence.

You wanted to cry and sob, tell him everything that was wrong, so maybe he could save you, he could rescue you.

That maybe you'll get to see your little brothers again.

Maybe train with techno one last time, teach Wilbur guitar again, and help tommy pull pranks on the others just for one more time.

But your death seemed closer than that possibility coming true.

"Don't worry mate, just 2 more weeks and your out of here, two more weeks and you'll get to go home." Spoke your father tears welling in his eyes at the sight of your broken hanged up form.

You'd be long gone by then, your poor heart ached at the thought of your caring family having to receive the news of your death.

You all meant a lot to the other, so just thinking about it made you weep.

"I'll be taking my leave now mate, stay strong ok? We are all waiting for you back home.." his voice spoke, you tried to move towards him, yell at him to stop and speak a little more.

To null the pain and bring back the good memories, you wanted to die with a familiar voice calling out to you.

Not the treacherous screams of the other inmates in here whose fates have already been decided.

Soon after though another person came in.

"Y/n? You there?"

Techno

Techno!

You were so glad, you wanted to run up and hug him so tightly both of you were out of air.

Sadly you couldn't so you slightly moved your arms making the chains jingle hoping that would give him the message you were listening to him.

"Ah good, thought you were passed out there for a sec and I got really scared.." he chuckled lightly at the end of his sentence

Don't say stuff like that...it'll only make it harder for me to die you thought

"listen, we all, really miss you ok? I know what you did was bad, but, nobody deserves this.

Come back home, ok? We all.

Really need you" spoke his grave voice as he slowly made his way outside, looking over at you again before leaving.

There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

So many

So so many.

You had missed him so much over the years it was crazy.

You didn't know if this was the gods way of having mercy on you and letting you hear your family one last time or their punishment.

Making you hear and bear that weight of sadness knowing all their hopes of you getting out of here were going to get tarnished by your inevitable death.

No-one?

Guess that was it.

Maybe Wilbur and tommy didn't think you were worth their time-

"Y/n?..." Spoke a gentle voice from the other side of the space.

Wilbur.

You slightly smiled, you wanted to cry more than ever.

You had missed him so much.

Hearing about his death in l'manburg broke you in a million pieces

Yet there he stood now, revived and well.

He only started at you and walked over.

He inspected your weak form and wanted to cry at the state of it.

In an act of anger, at seeing his brother, his blood, one of the men who raised him be hung up and treated like a punching bag he broke the chains holding up your arms, with a sword that always hanged loosely on his belt.

Guards came rushing in as you finally felt your hands in God knows how long.

You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

Guards came in and started pushing him out

He screamed and thrashed in their hold.

"LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKS, IM TALKING WITH MY BROTHER, WAIT-

NO NO WAIT-

Y-!"

his voice got cut off as he was forced out and the metal door slammed shut.

The guards looked at your weak form on the ground and scoffed as they pulled you up and tied you by your wrists.

So much for feeling your hands again

This time you didn't hear a voice, not even a peep.

Just quiet footsteps as they came closer and closer to you.

You felt gentle arms around your torso, careful as to not hurt you as sobs emitted from said person.

Tommy, the youngest out of all of you.

You looked at his dirty blonde hair and wanted to reach out and hug him so bad as he hugged and cried onto your broken skin.

His sobs filled out the room as tears fell from your eyes at the sight of your little brother in pain.

All because of you

Your family was suffering

Your friends were suffering

Everyone was suffering

Because of you

"All right, visiting times over kid, scram" spoke your torturer and you wanted to punch him faceless because of how he talked to your brother.

He only glared at the man but then took notice of the various array of weapons desplayed on his cart.

Full of blood, your blood, to be precise.

"hey, wait, no." He said as he stared.

Two more guards came out and went towards him when they realized he had no plans of leaving.

"HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING TO HIM! NO! DONT YOU DARE-" Spoke the blonde haired kid as they dragged him out, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Something permanent" spoke your abuser as he smirked at your disheveled younger brother being forced out of the room.

You could hear your name being called and sobs from the other side.

No

No

NO

NO

NONO

NONONONO

NO GOD PLEASE

Don't leave me please

Philza...

Techno...

Wilbur....

Tommy...

Don't leave me to die alone please...