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lillylvjy · 10 months

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Lonely girl (you are my world)

a/n// hello!!!! So this is a two part fic… ahh so exciting! Part two will be out tomorrow for sure! I grinned it out today and I love it. This is another Wilma fic, enemies to lovers to be specific. So have fun, please read the warnings! And enjoy!

warnings// kissing, making out, neck kissing, very suggestive! Wilma is a cocky asshole I love her, reader and Wilma are secretly in love, Wilma is very possessive, readers kinda a brat in a way, dominant Wilma….. um if I missed anything please tell me! Also no this is not smut! It’s just very suggestive!

For this fic I recommend 16+ please! that’s all I ask.

wc// 1.4K

wilma gold x reader, wilma gold x afab!reader, (can be gn!reader but mentions of reader being afab!)

(p.s this song that the titles from is my favorite song rn so- please go listen to it! It’s the song linked up above! Also thank Charlie for getting me into it!!)

You had enough.

It was the same thing every other week. Go to the market, set up your booth where you were assigned, which was usually the same place right beside her, and have a fun time bickering with your next door booth neighbor. It also happened in each others shops when the other felt bored and had the itch to go annoy the other working person.

The her in question is none other than Wilma Gold. The infamous local artist, whose shop is right across from yours. Always cocky about her pieces and how people admire them and take them home with them as decoration. You always hated it.

That smile she’d give them as she’d explain what every piece meant, how she’d get so excited when someone asked about a certain class she has at her shop that they wanted to take. How her stupid, deep brown eyes sparkled as someone with interest in her drawings started complimenting her. How her laugh could fill a room and warm your heart in seconds and how random art facts rolled off her sweet tongue like honey and how you wanted to just take it all in and-

Ok. No you don’t absolutely hate her. But she definitely isn’t your favorite person.

Right now you were currently trying to bake as much as you could before closing the shop. It wasn’t busy today since there was a big snow storm on the way that started mid afternoon, so you thought it was a good opportunity to start baking.

Until the power went out.

That’s when you knew you were fucked. You started to put all your dough and pastries in containers so they didn’t go bad and they were still decently fresh for the next time you opened, whenever that may be.

As you began to clean your counters, and tables even if they barley were used, you heard banging coming from the front door. You frowned as you popped your head up and looked around the corner, not expecting anyone to be out, then immediately rolled your eyes as you saw who was there.

Lovely Wilma from across the street.

Now if there were butterflies floating around in your stomach, and your head was fuzzy with want, you wouldn’t tell anyone. That was only your knowledge.

Walking up to the door you quickly unlocked it and before you could push it open, the woman on the other side flung it open and rushed inside, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as she did.

“What do you want?” You asked her as you flung the towel over your shoulder and went to grab the broom.

“Why is it so warm in here?” Wilma asked as she walked up to the counter and lifted herself into it. You scoffed as you hit her with the broom.

“Off, you’re making it dirty again. And also why did you come stomping up in here like you own this place? You have your own shop for a reason, you know.” You sassed back as you continued sweeping up the place and making it as clean as possible.

“Shit sweetheart, what’s got your panties in a twist? I know for a fact it’s not me, but I bet you’d like it if it was me-“

“Shut up.” You quickly said as you stood straight up, back facing her to hide your blush that crept up your neck and took over your face, suddenly making you hotter than you liked.

“Hmm… I just came in here to seek warmth, I saw your windows were a bit foggy and I know you wouldn’t have any other reason for them to be foggy so. I invited myself, and fuck am I glad. Why is it warm in here? If your hiding someone you can tell them to come ou-“

You cut her off by placing the broom on the counter next to her and leaning against it. “So what if I had someone in here? What would it be to you?”

Wilma’s brows lifted as she closed her eyes and poked her cheek with her tongue and scoffed as she smiled. Shaking her head, she let out an amused hum. Crossing her arms she lifted herself off the counter and turned towards you. “It wouldn’t mean shit to me. Just wanna know who you’ve been seeing.”

You laughed as you turned your body so your forearms were resting against the counter, the front of your body facing the cash register with your head hung low. “I have a back up generator in the back of the store. Goes all the way up to my apartment. Maybe you should get one, darling.” You said as you pushed off the counter and pulled yourself up to sit on it, smiling at her as you did.

Wilma scoffed as she wet her lips, looking you up and down. “Cute. But I think I’m good. I’ll just come here next time and annoy you, yeah?”

“Hmm better watch out though. Might have someone over. You might walk into something you don’t want to see.” You said as you watched her walk over to the door, preparing herself for the freezing weather outside to take over.

“Bullshit. The only thing I’ll be walking in on is you closing your shop up for good.” She said as she turned to you.

“Fuck you. I’ll find someone, and they’ll be in here all the time, so when you do see the windows foggy again, it won’t be from the heater, it’ll be from-“

“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” Wilma said harshly as she walked up to you and took your chin in her hand as she gently pushed your head up to look at her. Even with you sitting on the counter, she loomed over you quite a bit. “If I see you with anyone, let alone anyone touching you, it won’t be so peaceful anymore, understand?”

You opened and closed your mouth multiple times, words not coming out and your mind fuzzy. Your eyes wide and full of want, love, hunger, and lust. This has to be a dream, right? Another one of your stupid, unrealistic dreams that you had. She hated you, she can’t be serious. Right? All that was heard was your small squeaks coming from you and the running of the generator.

“Come on love, if you go brain dead just from this then…” Wilma slowly cut herself off as you nodded up at her, smiling up at her. “Words.”

“Yes. Yes, I understand.” As you spoke, her thumb lightly brushed against your lips, making your lip tingle as they moved. You quickly kissed her thumb as you ended your sentence, looking up at her yet again, waiting for her next move.

“Oh fuck this.” Wilma said as she gripped your chin yet again and placed her lips roughly against yours. As the kiss went on, they messier it got. Both of you pulling at each other to get the other closer, Wilma between your legs pulling you by your hips, wrapping your legs around her waist.

“You sure you wanna do this?” You said, as her lips moved down to your neck and started to suck and kiss and bite any area that was available.

“Of course I am, what better opportunity to claim you and get some warmth for the night.” Wilma said as she smirked up at you, pulling you off the counter as you locked the store up and led her up the stairs to your loft apartment above the store.

“You better be thanking god right now for your luck.” You said to the woman behind you as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Wilma quickly closed the door and pushed you up against the wall beside it, cupping your neck in her hands as gently as she could, almost surprising you with the completely change in touch she was using with you 10 seconds ago.

“You bet your pretty little ass I am.”

taglist: @maxx-is-dumb12 @mysticalsoot @saccharinesunset (if you wanna be added, go ahead and ask or my dms are wide open!)

#lilly writes #wilma soot x reader #wilma gold x reader #wilma gold #wilma soot #wilma x reader #wil x reader #wilma gold fics #wilma soot fics #um…..#I’m not putting it in the Wilbur tag for a reason bc I believe that she should be seperate from him #even tho she is his character #wlw #nblw #if I forgot a tag please lmk!#x reader

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koithelittle · 11 months

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moodboards

wilbur-verse

little!dark wolf moodboard || x

day 1 of f.a.c. (fictional agere challenge) // no warnings // wolf themed

cg!wilma soot moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // day 2 of f.a.c. // no warnings // artist + bear themed

flip!argbur moodboard || x

day 5 of f.a.c. // no warnings // winter blue theme

regressor!ghostbur moodboard || x

day 8 of f.a.c. // no warnings // baby blue and white theme

cg!godbur moodboard || x

day 9 of f.a.c. // no warnings // blue stars and Christmas theme

cg!clinic wilbur moodboard || x

siren/wilbur from tcfsv // no warnings // dark teal and black/white theme

cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @wilmaslittleflower // no warnings // yellow, brown, bear and art theme

cg!vampire!wilbur moodboard || x

no warnings // black, red and white theme

cg!cc!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // brown, bear, bunnies and dear theme

cg!revivebur moodboard || x

no warnings // brown, yellow and white theme

cg!goddess wilma moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // pink, white and brown theme

cg!wilbur + puppy obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // pink soft puppy theme

cg!wilbur with space/poetry loving little moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // blue, tan and spacey theme

burgundy wilbur moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // non agere, standard moodboard // reddish burgundy theme

cg!darkwolf moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by @corner-of-void // no warnings // blue, grey and wolf theme

christmas with cg!wilbur moodboard + headcanons || x

no warnings // red christmas theme

cg!wolfbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // black gold and wolf theme

cg!simpbur moodboard + headcanons || x

requested by anon // no warnings // white, silver webcore theme

purple cg!wilma moodboard || x

requested by @ax-y10 // no warnings // purple soft theme

cg!wilbur stimboard || x

no warnings // bear + yellow/brown theme

cg!purple fairy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + fairy theme

cg!wilbur purple witchy moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple, witchy theme (candles, crystals, etc)

cg!knightbur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

requested by simpbur anon // no warnings // red, grey, brown + knight theme

cg!wilbur purple space moodboard || x

requested by @burgundy-baby // no warnings // pink, purple + space theme

cg!zombur moodboard (sorry boys) || x

no warnings // yellow + brown theme

cg!wilbur cozy yellow moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow + cozy vibes theme

content creators

sitter!tommyinnit moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and red theme

cg!ranboo moodboard || x

no warnings // pink, gray and bunny theme

cg!markiplier moodboard || x

requested by // no warnings // red and black theme

cg!charlie slimecicle moodboard || x

no warnings // light green theme

sitter!ranboo with dino obsessed little || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings // green dino theme

x-files

cg!fox mulder moodboard + headcanons || x

gn!little!reader // no warnings // space/blue themed

fnaf

cg!mike schmidt moodboard || x

requested by @jjtheresidentbaby // no warnings // soft, brown theme

cg!glamrock freddy moodboard || x

day 7 of f.a.c. // no warnings // orange blue theme

marionette moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // purple, 80s arcade theme

other

cg!steve harrington x little!eddie munson || x

day 3 of f.a.c. // no warnings // there was no theme

regressor!loki moodboard || x

day 6 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green frog theme

havenplace dr moodboard || x

day 10 of f.a.c. // no warnings // green, winter and Christmas theme

twenty one pilots moodboard || x

requested by @justyouraveragealien // no warnings // white, grey, blue, black, red theme

cg!dean winchester moodboard || x

requested by anon // no warnings // brown grey theme

cg!steven grant moodboard || x

requested by 🎀 anon // no warnings // moon, yellow/grey/white theme w moons

curious george moodboard || x

no warnings // yellow and brown theme

winnie the pooh moodboard || x

requested by @aew-kun-age-regression // no warnings // yellow theme

cg!argyle + dino obsessed little moodboard || x

requested by @dino-boyo-agere // no warnings //dino, green theme

cg!connor rk800 moodboard || x

no warnings // blue, white + well.. Connor themed

#sfw agere #wilbur soot agere #koimoodboards #wilbur soot

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lboogie1906 · 3 months

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Wilma Glodean Rudolph (June 23, 1940 – November 12, 1994) was a sprinter born in Saint Bethlehem, Tennessee, who became a world-record-holding Olympic champion and international sports icon in track and field following her successes in the 1956 and 1960 Olympic Games. She competed in the 200-meter dash and won a bronze medal in the 4 × 100-meter relay at the 1956 Summer Olympics. She won three gold medals, in the 100- and 200-meter individual events and the 4 x 100-meter relay at the 1960 Summer Olympics. She has been acclaimed as the fastest woman in the world and became the first American woman to win three gold medals in a single Olympic Games.

She was among the most highly visible African American women in America and abroad. She became a role model for African American and female athletes and her Olympic successes helped elevate women’s track and field in the US. She is regarded as a civil rights and women’s rights pioneer. She retired from competition at the peak of her athletic career as the world record-holder in the 100 - and 200-meter individual events and the 4 × 100-meter relay. The graduate of Tennessee State University became an educator and coach. She died of brain and throat cancer and her achievements are memorialized in a variety of tributes, including a US postage stamp, documentary films, and a made-for-television movie, as well as in numerous publications, especially books for young readers. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #deltasigmatheta

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lillylvjy · 10 months

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And i could be (anything you need)

a/n// finally part 2! Lord this took longer to put out but I’ve been busy busy, so pleaseee enjoy this, it’s a little funky…. But self indulgent so not surprised.

warnings// making out, arguing, yelling?, confessions, Wilma being kinda a bitch but she’s also stubborn so, Wilbur’s a cockblock!, reader has a brother.

edited: barely.

wc// 1.7k

wilma gold x reader, wilma gold x gn!reader

Go read part 1

THE SMILEEEEEE-

“You had sex?!”

“Can you be quiet?!” You quickly placed your hand against your brothers mouth as your eyes widened.

“Who had sex and with who?” You heard Wil race down the steps as he came into the kitchen.

“Great, look what you did!” You sighed as you placed your head against the kitchen counter, hiding yourself from the two men in front of you.

“Oh shush, he was going to find out sooner rather than later.” Aidan said as he hit your shoulder, Wil coming around the island and wrapping his arms around your brother.

“What’s going on?” Wil asked yet again, as you lifted your head up and sighed.

“Wanna tell him?” Aidan raised his eyebrow at you as you groaned and started walking around the kitchen.

“Jesus I’m so stupid, yet she was so captivating! Like all she had to do was look at me and bam! On my knees in seconds-“

“Wha-“

“Shush, they’re getting there.” Aidan gently placed a hand on his arm as he watched with an amused smile as you paced and spoke out loud.

“And like, it would make it better if she was bad, but fucking hell, she practically changed my life last night.” You ranted as you moved your arms around, exasperating everything that you said.

“Ok, what are you talking about?” Wilbur asked as you ran your hands through your hair and sighed.

“I-“

“Wil?!” You heard a familiar voice shout from the front door, eyes widening and panic taking over.

“Seems like I’m about to find out.”

“Oh my god-“

“This is about to get good!” Aidan exclaimed as he let go of Wil’s hand and comes over to you, gently pushing you to the dining table, sitting you down on the chair that was pulled out.

“I need to hide.” You said in a whisper as you frantically looked around and got ready to launch yourself up, stopping when you felt Aidan’s hand on your arm.

“You’ll be fine. Just stay here, hear her out, maybe have a little love confession, and bam! You’re all good!” Aidan exclaimed as he smiled down at you.

“Good?! I could barely face a conversation with her when we just “hated” each other, and now after we- this is not going to go well.” You said in a whisper as Wil left to go get his sister, internally panicking as time passed.

A couple seconds pass as you heard footsteps make their way to the kitchen in a hurry, Wil trying to calm the woman down as you tried to hide yourself in any way you could.

“Wil, I really need you to-“ Her words stopped as she saw you sitting at the dining table, mouth open and staring at you as you look down at the floor. “What are they doing here?”

You scoff at her words as you looked up at her with hard eyes, softly shaking your head. “Really? So we’re back to status quo?”

“Yup ok! That’s our queue Wil-“

“Wait what?!”

“Fucking go!” Aidan harshly whispered as he pushed Wilbur out of the kitchen. You watched as they quickly left, then returned your gaze to the women in front of you.

She had a white sweater on with a black turtle neck underneath for extra warmth, baggy blue jeans on with wool socks. You frowned at the cloth covering her neck but quickly went back to a straight face as she furrowed her brows at you.

“What do you mean ‘status quo’?” Wilma asked as she crossed her arms and looked at you with as much confusion as she could muster.

You sighed as rubbed your face with your hands. “This. Us. Are we just going to continue to hate each other? Or are we going to be honest with each other for once?” You asked her as you stood up from the chair and made your way towards her.

Wilma shook her head as she looked at the floor, “What do you mean?! Aren’t we always honest?! That’s why we hate each other, yes?”

You scoff as you walk around the island and stood across from her. “So you’re saying, what we did last night didn’t mean anything to you? You didn’t feel anything?”

Wilma’s expression softened as she heard the genuine hurt in your words, hating how much it effected her after she put up so many walls. She knew something like this would happen and change how you both acted and felt, she just didn’t know it’d turn to this.

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you’re acting like it!”

“Maybe because I’m afraid that you don’t feel the same and it’s taking all of me to keep it together and not walk over there and kiss you!”

Everything was silent. Maybe it was the snow absorbing all the sound around you outside, or maybe it was because you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to think, you just stood there staring at her, soaking in her confession like it was a fresh body of water and you jumped right in.

Wilm just stared at you, eyes hard as her lips pursed and waited for you to speak, or to say anything. Just a word or even a sigh.

“Say something.”

“Why don’t you come over and kiss me instead?”

Wilma’s eyes widened as those words came out of your mouth and into the steady air. You wanted her to actually kiss you? Like… on the lips?

Once she saw your eyes soften and and fill with want and longing, she knew you meant it. Her feet thought for her as she started to move around the counter towards you. Turning to face her, your back against the counter, in a blink of an eye, lips were placed roughly on yours as hands gripped and pulled at your waist. Your hands lifted from your sides and you placed your arms around her neck and tangled your hands in her hair and pulled when needed.

Groaning into your mouth, Wilma moved her hands down your body to the back of your thighs and lifted you up to sit on the counter. Wrapping your legs around her waist as she moved closer and closer until she was flushed against you.

The kiss quickly escalated as Wilma’s kisses moved down and turned into bites as her lips met your neck, making marks over the ones that were already there, whining and whimpering as she did.

“Don’t have sex in our kitchen, please and thank you!” You heard Wilbur whisper from the hallway.

“Have you guys been there the whole time?!” You yell out to the couple Wilma hid her face in your neck.

You heard footsteps approach the kitchen with a sigh, revealing Aidan dragging Wil with him. “Yes we were, but only to make sure nothing bad happened but, seems like we’re all good so, we’ll be over in the living room if you need us! And yes, please don’t have sex in our kitchen, if you need to theirs like 4 other rooms you can use with beds!” Aidan yelled as he dragged Wil yet again into the living room, leaving you and Wilma to your own devices.

Giggling, the hand in Wilms hair started to rub and run through as she left small pecks on your neck. “So?”

“So.”

“Does the Wilma Gold have a crush on me?” You asked her as you lifted her head by cupping her chin your your hand.

“Hmm maybe, what about it?” She asked as you smiled at her and kissed her nose.

“Hmm what if I told you that I have a little crush on you, Miss Gold?” You asked as she raised an eyebrow at you and leaned closer.

“Well first I’d ask if your being honest,”

“Which I am-“

“Yeah yeah, I know! I can tell when you lie trust me darling.”

“Wait what-“

“Ah! Let me finish. Then I would ask if your free this Saturday after the market so I could either take you out to a restaurant or make you some dinner. And if you were and it went well, maybe I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.” Wilma finishes off as she rubs her hands up and down your thighs and waist, caressing as much as she can while she leaves little kisses on your face and neck, never getting enough of you.

“Hmm and what if I said yes to all of those things?” You asked as you caressed her cheek with your thumb, lifting her face to look at you directly.

“The rest is for the future love. We let future us worry about that.” Wilma said as she lifted you off the counter and placed you on the ground. “Though, if you did say yes to being my girlfriend we may have a repeat of last night.”

“Hmm than just ask me now-“

“Ok are you guys done being horny and in love? I’m hungry and I want to make breakfast.” Wilbur came into the kitchen with a slightly annoyed Aidan behind.

“He’s worse than me.” Aidan mumbled out for only you and Wilma to hear as he goes over to help Wil. You both laugh at the passing comment as Wilma let go of you and took your hand to lead you around the island to her previous spot.

Wrapping her arms around your waist, she rest her head on your shoulder as you both watched the two in front of you bake, holding onto her linked hands.

“I love you, you know that right?” Wilma whispered to you as you rested your head against hers.

“Mhm, and I love you.”

taglist// @mysticalsoot @saccharinesunset @maxx-is-dumb12

#lilly writes #wilma gold x reader #wilma soot x reader #wilma x reader #my wife x reader #wlw #x reader #wlw and nblw only #nblw

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lillylvjy · 10 months

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I want you (I need you)

a/n//hi! So this is a small angst blurb, not edited, written in like 20 minutes but it’s ok! My minds everywhere right now! Um… enjoy! Also if this doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry.

warnings// crying, overthinking, bad decisions, happy ending?? Maybe. Hopeful ending? Yes! Um- just all over self indulgent.

edited: absolutely not.

Wilma x reader, Wilma x gn!reader

p.s I’m running out of Wilma photos so I will reuse some

You didn’t think it’d happen.

The day you’d break up with the only person you’ve known to be the love of your life. The person you made plans with and planned a whole wedding with. Had a lost of baby names with. Had silly little nicknames with each other, and had a secret language that you only knew so you seemed cool, when in reality you looked so stupid. The one you could, laugh with, cry with, rant with, do everything with. And that’s all gone.

You think it’d be easy to avoid her since you did it so often before you both got together, but she’s everywhere. You guys both got so used to going to the same places together, having a routine, that you bumped into each other quite a bit. Yet neither of you said anything.

Sometimes you’d catch her with her brother, sometimes your own, and get you wouldn’t blink an eye at either of them. Only worried about her and how your heart slowly withered away as she looked at you and she looked just as bad as you.

You never really knew why you broke up. You guessed it was a mutual feeling, but, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to be away from her.

But it’s already happened. So all you can do is wait for her.

That thought became reality quicker than you thought when you were closing up the bakery and locking the door, turning around and yelping as you saw a tall person in front of you. Taking a closer look, you finally saw those chocolate brown eyes you fell in love with all those years ago, surrounded by purple bags and red eyes.

“Hi.” Her voiced croaked out as she took off the hood of her jacket and looked around, anywhere but your sunken eyes.

“Hi Wilm. What do you want?” You asked in a whisper as you played with your hands, waiting for her reply as dreadful silence filled the air.

“Um-“ her voice cracked as she started, quickly shaking her head and letting tears fall as she did. “I’m sorry. You deserve an apology.” She said as she sniffed and looked at her shoes with her hands in her pockets.

Your eyes fell even more as your frown turned deeper, looking up at her and shaking your head, slowly realizing that she couldn’t see you. “No. No you don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything.”

“But, I didn’t want to break up. I just, my mind, my thoughts wouldn’t shut up about everything. About how you’d be better off without me, about how you were unhappy and how I should just let you go. So I did. And I hate myself for it. And I know you hate me for it too. And I’m sorry about that.” Wilma stated as she looked up at you, glossy eyes staring back at yours.

Your lips wobbled as you shook your head up at her, hating every word that came out of her mouth. “You should’ve told me. You should’ve said something instead of just, doing this. I, i’m in hell because of this. I’m unhappy without you. I’m not better off without you. You’re my second half Wilm. And you took that away from me. Away from us. I don’t hate you for it, I’m just upset. Remember what I told you? That day you tried to call of the date?” You asked her as you stepped closer to her.

She nodded as she sobbed, trying her hardest to keep everything in as the scene played in her mind. “Tell you what I’m thinking when things get too hard and we’ll walk through it together.”

You nodded as you cupped her cheek, stroking it as you wiped her tears. “Mhm. That still applies. It’ll take time, but we’ll fix it. I know we will. Just have to keep pushing through, yeah? We’ll make it.” You whispered to her as she wrapped her arms around you and burried her face in your neck.

“I- I love you.” She sobbed out as you rubbed her head.

“I know. I love you too.” You said as you pulled back from the embrace you never wanted to leave.

“How about you crash at Wil and Aidan’s yeah? We can talk more while we’re there.” You offered as you started walking in the direction of the lodge house.

“Sounds good.”

Taglist: @mysticalsoot @saccharinesunset @maxx-is-dumb12

#lilly writes #wilma soot x reader #wilma gold x reader #wilma x reader #x reader #wlw #nblw #um- yeah!

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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could i get some wilma fluff i love my girlfriend

Ofc my love! Also so sorry this took so long-

(I hope everyone knows I love this women with my heart and I will cherish her forever)

Warning: reader is afab, kissing, very sweet, y’all have a cat, I really just put so much fluff into this blurb so-

not edited and very short! I’m sorry! Also I’m so sorry if this isn’t good either, it is very rushed-

(Sobs…. Look at her)

“Wilma? Baby?! Where is she?” You asked yourself as you walked through the front door to the cottage. You knew she wasn’t out, saying early she was staying home and painting all day.

Dropping your bag on the couch and kicking your shoes off, you went to the fridge and grabbed two water bottles just in case you did find your girlfriend somewhere.

Searching the bedroom, finding nothing but the bed made unlike how it was when you left. The little jester made you smile as you walked out to the garden, checking in on your plants and making sure they were healthy. Wilma always made fun of you for talking to the plants but little did she know that it actually helped! Always called you a weirdo. Yet you were her weirdo.

Stepping away from the garden and into the small building next to your house that you and Wilma made just for her painting things. Her small private gallery you liked to say. Looking into the little building through the windows, you saw her, sitting on the floor by the couch with a canvas in her lap. Smiling, you quietly opened the door, immediately being hit with the scent of lavender and oak and the sound of soft music playing in the background that she was humming to.

Hearing the door shut, Wilma twisted her body just enough to see you smiling at her, holding out a water bottle for her to take.

“I have a feeling you’ve been in here all day.” You said as she took the water bottle and rolled her eyes.

“No, I read on the hammock for a good hour or two then came in here.” Wilma said in a matter of factly tone.

“Oh really! And what time did you read?” You asked, trying to get the truth out of her.

“Like, an hour after you left, but you can’t blame me! There’s so many things to see and paint and-“

“Love, darling, I get it. I know. I’m teasing you.” You smiled at her as you placed your hand on her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her lips. You loved when she ranted, but if she didn’t stop soon, she wouldn’t stop ever. Pulling back you looked at the couch and noticed the grey cat that was lying there. “What have you and Muse been up to?”

She smiled at the cat that was sleeping and basking in the heat the sun gave her. As the seasons changed, you both could tell she craved the warmth and got grumpy when there wasn’t any, so any place that had sun, she’d be there. You both joked about how she was turning into a grumpy toddler when they don’t get what they want.

“Well, the first thing I did was I finished that painting of you-“

“The billionth one?” You teased as she scoffed and pushed you a bit.

“Shut up. I love painting you, you know that. And than! This little gal came scratching at the door and wanted in. So when I say her asleep in the sunlight, she looked too pretty to ignore so, I started this.” Wilma held up the canvas in her lap that had a very detailed drawing of the cat and some of the couch behind her. “I was just about to get to the painting part, if you’d like to join?” She asked you as she grabbed the paints from the stool that was sat next to her and placed the paints on the wooden paint palette she had. Her hands making quick work on mixing some to get the right colors.

Smiling at her, turning her head to you, placing a slow kiss on her lips, both of you sighing in content. Pulling away, Wilma put a pout on her face as she connected her forehead with yours. Giggling at her expression you rubber her cheekbones as you nodded.

“Yeah, I’d love too. Now! You gotta get painting before the sun goes down and I have to start making dinner.”

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lillylvjy · 7 months

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So ride with me tonight.

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

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

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

edited; nope!

wc; 1.4k

au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

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

You guys decided to sit with them.

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

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

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

“Touché”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pleaseeeee I love the middle seat!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…. Did you forget about me?”

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

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

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

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

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