#wilma soot fics

[lillylvjy]

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!)

[phxntomsdusk]

Valentine’s day with my bursonas

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

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

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

Klepto!Wilbur:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Softball!Wilma:

this damn girl is going ALL out for you

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

but on THE day?? be prepared ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Baseball!Wilbur:

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

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

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

dear y/n,

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

love, wilbur <3

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

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

safe to say he had a valentine !!

Goth!Wilma:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aliencartz]

i sorted. the fucking. burs. :3

musical burs

1. simpbur (your new boyfriend)

2. incelbur (the internet ruined me)

3. Ebur (im in love with an egirl)

4. softbur (softboy)

13. ycgmabur (based off wilburs album your city gave me asthma)

14. msrbur (a very sad bur based off his album mammalian sighing reflex)

23. lvjybur (when he does tour/conserts/makes music with lovejoy)

30. draq’thar, killer of men (wilburs “no haircut til my new song comes out” stream where he wore a wig)

42. boringbur (maybe i was boring)

content burs

5. ARG/argbur (wilbur soot’s ARG)

19. sorrybur/s!bur (sorry boys wilbur)

21. cc! wilbur (content creator wilbur so just regular wilbur)

22. modbur (literally every time he uses mods)

32. ylylbur (when wilbur did you laugh you lose)

37. earthbur (when he did earth smp)

47. ao3bur (when wilbur tweeted about his fic on ao3 and was upset when it got hacked)

8. q! wilbur (qsmp wilb)

dsmp burs

7. lmanbur (when wil was president on the dsmp)

9. revivedbur (wilbur after getting revived)

10. ghostbur (when wilbur was dead and in the limbo)

11. vilbur/pogbur (before wilbur died, but after schlatt took over and kicked him out of manburg)

12. c! wilbur/alivebur (when he first joined the dsmp)

36. drugbur (when him and tommy had the drug van)

random mc mods

15. godbur/100pbur (based off his 100 players ‘series’)

17. mulebur (when he trapped tubbo in his basement and sold mule bits, in tommys minecraft weather mod video)

20. phantombur (origin SMP with his phantom powers)

26. wimpfred (his character in we spent 100 days in hardcore minecraft apocalypse)

31. dr. malpractice (from toms minecraft surgery video when wilbur would steal everyones organs)

33. skybur (when wilbur played sky block)

34. smallbur (when wilbur was really small in the size mod video)

37. earthbur (when he did earth smp)

39. decaybur (minecraft but the world is rapidly decaying)

40. rockbur (minecraft but i leave a trail of bedrock)

41. livebur (wilbur doing smp live)

44. flowerbur (when wilbur would go on servers as ‘flowergirl86’ [or smth idr :,)] and tell people he was friends with techno)

45. voicebur (when him, phil, quackity, and tommy did the voice mod)

46. bodbur (body shuffle mod)

48. winbur/crownbur (when quackity won him and wilbur the crown in mc championship)

49. salmonbur (when wilbur was w sally and gave philza the 8 buckets of salmon)

sorry burs

25. zombur (we survived a zombie apocalypse video)

27. wilma (his fem version on the sorry boys)

28. dark wolf/cultbur (sorry boys ep4 we started a cult)

other game burs

16. raftbur/ishmael isaac(when wilbur played raft with tomz)

18. tiptup (when wilbur play geoguesser)

24. rustbur (when he played rust w sbi)

random burs

6. catbur/dogbur (my random headcanons)

29. daynjer boy (wilburs chaotic/risk taking character/side)

35. sogbur/wetbur (when wilbur, george, and tommy went to the water park)

43. sandbur (when wilbur bugged philza about sand)

[wilmaslittleflower]

snuggles and snow.

notes; hello! First agere fic on here, who’s excited?? I’m working on more but I really enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

warnings; reader thinking wilms mad at them, reader has a brother, use of darling, pretty, baby, ect. think that’s it but if I missed anything, please tell me.

edited; yes.

wc; 1.8k

who; Wilma soot x reader (cg!wilm and little! reader)

“Mama! wook!” you exclaimed to the barely conscious women in the bed next to you as you shoot out of the bed. Running up to the window, pulling open the curtains and squealing in excitement at the white fluff on the ground. Wilma groaned at the added light in the early morning.

“Baby, please close them?” she asks as she placed a pillow over her head.

“buht mama, wou din wook!” You whined as you went back to the bed and tried to pat at the pillow, signaling to her to take it away. “pease wook.” You said as she took the pillow off her face to see you with a slight pout adorning your features.

Wilma took a moment to look at you. She loved you so much. Big or little. Tired or hyper. Sad or happy. She would always love you, no matter what.

Placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing, she smiles at you and nods. “You’re right hun, I’m sorry. Show me what’s going on,” she said as she sat up from her lying position, quickly being dragged by you over to the window. Her eyes widening as she looked at how much there was of-

“Snow!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down. You quickly let go of Wilma’s hand to press your face up against the glass, giggling at the cold touch of the object. “tan we go ouwsid?” You asks as you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a small pout, trying to make your ask possible.

Wilma smiled down at you as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. “Maybe, depends on how cold it is.” And how high the snow is. She’d have to talk to Wil about that and how to get out of here if needed. The snow kept falling and nothing was going to help the driveway from being clear. “Let’s go downstairs and see if Aidan and Wil are awake yeah? If so we can talk to them about it, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as you squirmed out of her embrace and ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open and getting ready to run down the hall and steps, to be stopped by Wilma picking you up and carrying down stairs. “Mommy!” You whined as you hide your face in her neck.

“Baby the last time you did that, you ended up falling down the stairs and hurting yourself. No more ok? We don’t run down steps. Especially in fuzzy socks.” She told you as you nodded into her neck, now suddenly embarrassed at the memory and anxious she was mad.

As she walked down to the living room, the house was eerily quiet which meant they were the only ones awake for the time being. Wilma took you over to the couch and gently sat down with you on her lap.

“Hey, pretty darling, can I see you?” She asked as you snuggled deeper into her neck. “Please, just for a little? Then I can make some breakfast while you watch some tv with your stuffies yeah?” You slowly lifted your head as you looked up at her with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth. “There’s my pretty baby. I’m not mad ok? I’m just cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt again. I love you.” Wilma said as she kisses your cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, anywhere she could as she held you closer and tighter to her. She poured as much love and affection as she could to each kiss and hug she could, not wanting you to feel like this anymore than you had you.

“I wuv wou too mama. Won do iht again. pwomise!” You told her as you looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back as she held out her pinky, raising a brow at you. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled as you excitedly linked pinkies with her. “Pinky!” Wilma quickly grabbed you , pulled you into her lap and tickled you.

“Ahaha! Mama nooo!” You squirmed as you laughed and squealed as her fingers lightly dug into your sides and tickled.

After some time, Wilma let you go and smiled back at you. “I’m going to start breakfast as we wait for Aidan and Wil ok? Wanna stay here and watch shows or come with me?”

“Ummmm…. tan I say hewe n cowow?” You asked as you played with the blanket that was on the couch.

Wilma nodded as she got up, going over to the bin that was placed by the tv and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. “Yes you may, darling. What would you want to watch?”

You furrowed your eyes as you thought, yet Wilma knew it was going to be the same answer every time.

“Tangled!” Wilma laughed as you exclaimed with a giggle. She quickly put the movie on as you started coloring, leaving you to your own devices as she went to the kitchen and got started on some pancakes.

Not long after, Wilma heard soft groaning and hushed whispers as she turned around and say Wil carrying a sleepy Aidan into the room.

“They’re in the living room watching tangled if you want to go in there bubs.” Wilma spoke to the boy in her brothers arms, softly smiling as he nodded and nuzzled back into Wil’s neck.

After placing him down on the couch and leaving the two little ones in eye sight, Wil quickly grabbed two sippy’s and filled them.

“Rough night? Or is it too early?” Wilma asked with a small smile as Wil screwed the lids on and placed the juice back in the fridge.

“Couldn’t fall asleep last night sadly, but he’ll be ok. He can take a nap while he waits for breakfast.” Wil said as he walks to the living room again, giving the two their sippy’s and making sure Aidan was ok with where he was.

Wilma smiled at the interaction as she buttered the pancakes and whisked some eggs, knowing that Wil would definitely eat them and whoever else wanted them.

“So, have you seen outside?” Wil asked quietly, making sure not to alarms the two in the other room.

“Yeah, think we’ll be going anywhere today?” Wilma asked as she side eyed him with a curious glance.

Wil scoffed as he shook his head and got to hand made mugs out, one made by you for Wilm and one made by Aidan for Wil thanks to Wilma’s help, and poured some coffee into both. “Absolutely not! I’m not shoveling that drive way and I know you won’t either. Plus the roads are probably impossible to drive through, so I think it’s a stay in and stay warm type day.” He finished as he put cream and sugar into both mugs, the way they both liked it, and gave it to his other half.

“Yeah, kind of happy about it. I get to relax and watch over you three-“

“Haha, so funny.” Wil said sarcastically as he moved over to grab plates and utensils for the food.

“No but seriously though, no work and stuck inside, bingo!” Wilma said as she brought he mug up to her mouth.

“Yeah you say that until those two want to go out in that and have fun and we can’t say no.” Wil said as he looked at the two watching the tv and paying no mind to the siblings.

“I mean we could say no-“

“But we won’t, they need this. You know that juts as much as I do.” Wil said truthfully to the other.

“We need it to.” Wilma said as a response, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. They both had a rough childhood as well growing up, but they both needed to take care of someone, to prove that they were more than their parents. And they luckily got the best people to help and look after, as well as the little ones helping them.

Wilma got knocked out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her pant leg, looking down and smiling at you as she leant down to pick you up. Setting you on the counter in front of her, she tucked falling hair behind your ears, making room to see your pretty face.

“What’s wrong love?” Wilma asked softly as she rubbed your hands softly. Even with her rough hands you still loved when she did.

“tan we pway ouwsid n da snow?” You whispered to her, afraid she’d be mad at you for asking again.

Wilma sighed softly as she looked at Wil, who shrugged and gave her the “that’s up to you, I’m fine with it” look. She looked at the floor quickly, trying to make up her mind.

She wanted you to have fun outside but she also didn’t want you sick. But she could prevent that with layers and hot cocoa afterwards.

“Ok, yes you guys can but! after breakfast.” Wilma quickly added as she saw your eyes widen and Aidan pop up from the couch and come running over.

“tan i go toos?” Aidan asked Wil, voice hush but full of energy.

“Yes you may, darling. But like mama said, after breakfast.” Wilbur said to the boy as he quickly nodded and silently asked Wil to pick him up.

“Tan we eats now den? Wan go n pway!” You asked excitedly, squirming on the counter and in Wilm’s arms.

Wilma laughed as she quickly nodded, picking you up and sitting you down at the table. “If you stay here patiently and not rush to eat your food, then yes. And you have to wait for everyone. Ok?” Wilma said as she caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“Otay mama!” You said with a smile as Wil sat Aidan down beside you and told him the same while he helped Wilma dish plates up.

Wil quickly helped his twin as she started plating the fluffy pancakes down as he put some of the bacon on plated who favored it. “This’ll be fun.” He quietly added as he looked over at the two littles, talking to each other about something.

“That’s a given. Maybe we should join?” Wilma smiled softly at the two as she picked up your and her plates and set them down at the table.

“Um, yeah!” Wil said enthusiastically as he did the same for him and Aidan, quickly grabbing both of your sippy’s over and placing hem down in front of you both. The two thanking him in their own ways as Wilm cut up both your and Aidan’s food.

This will be fun.

taglist; @koithelittle @littlesakura-anon @littlerosiesoot @sillylittlekibbie (wanna be added? Send an ask or dm!)

[saccharinesunsetretired]

three fics I gotta finish (you can ignore this post, it is just me manifesting tbh):

- fluffy wilma oneshot

- part two of wilbur soot���s guide to side hustles

- the next chapter of another fic for a different account (tntduo for the win just not on this blog)

also I need to work on my poetry. and on my original fiction project. sigh

[phxntomsdusk]

Past life - Klepto!Wilbur x GN!Reader

note: it’s pre-death klepto!wilbur !! this is gonna def make someone sad so i apologize in advance- i can’t let my bursonas live in peace, they always gotta be traumatized. Also relationship between Wilbur and the reader could be platonic or romantic, whichever you want :)

summary: you finally figure out what had turned the poor boy into a soul snatcher.

warnings: hella angst, mentions of death, swearing, self hurting thoughts/actions, comfort at some parts, parents fighting, divorce, alcoholic father, details of death, you probably will cry if you love this character

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

word count: 3K

You never expected to get close to the very man who was meant to take your soul, but here you were, comforting him as he cried to you about everything that led up to his very passing. He never told you any of this before, let alone trusted you knowing any of it.

You had found out so much. About his sister, his parents, his death, his first love. It was so heartbreaking.

Him and Wilma barely got along. The two were polar opposites, with her having many friends and constantly at other people’s houses, and him only talking to one person and spending most time in his room. He had tried his best to get on her side, but they just never saw eye to eye.

His best friend was Ryan, also his first love. He always thought something was wrong with him for loving a boy, but couldn’t help it. He was beautiful, perfect, everything you would want in a partner.

His parents got divorced when he was young, his mother taking custody of Wilma while he got stuck with his dad. Him and his father had a rocky relationship, while his mom completely stopped visiting after so many weeks.

During the summer Wilbur always found himself sitting atop the hill behind his house, sitting under the old oak tree and reading books his mother had gifted him. He always loved dark themed stories, ones that left readers confused and disturbed. His sister never understood his liking for these books, always finding herself reading romance and cliche teen girl stories. She would sometimes join him under the tree, but their calm and peaceful moments never lasted long.

He could hear the crunching of branches behind him, glancing around the trunk to see Wilma approaching in her sundress. She awkwardly sat down next to him, leaning her head back against the tree and sighed. “They’re fighting again.” She mumbled quietly, moving her head against his shoulder. He quickly nodded and began to read his book aloud to her, making sure she could also follow along, he tilted the pages in her direction.

It was moments like these that made him grateful for his sister, a smile always stuck on his face as she embraced him, even if it was just for a source of comfort.

“I loved her for her silence. Or maybe I just understood it.” He read the words out loud, before being interrupted by Wilma. “Do you ever feel that way?” She raised a brow, sitting up straight and brought her knees up to her chest. “Feel like what?” He placed his bookmark on the page, putting the book down in his lap. “Silent.. just wanting to be quiet. Maybe it’ll fix whatever the hell is wrong with them.” She gestured towards the house, where you could see two arguing and yelling figures in the kitchen window, to which she frowned.

“I get what you mean. Don’t worry, they’ll stop.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, watching as she hesitantly nodded and sighed. “Hopefully. I honestly can’t wait for the day they divorce and send us off to Aunt Tiff’s.” She chuckled lightly, earning a laugh from Wilbur. “Doesn’t sound too bad, actually. Then we can visit the sea each morning and stare out at the horizon.” He smiled at the idea, to which she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You and your bloody daydreams.” She laughed and nudged his arm, before their mother shouted for her to come back inside. “I’m, uh, gonna go. Bye, Wil.” She quickly stood up, dusting off her skirt and rushed down the small hill.

If only they had more time, Wilbur thought. More time to actually treat one another like a person. More time for him to finally feel loved by someone in that dreadful house.

He sighed and opened his book again, picking up where he had stopped with a sorrowful expression, trying to ignore the tears that welled up in his eyes the second she had walked away.

That following spring, just as Wilma predicted their parents filed for a divorce. But instead of being sent away to their aunt’s home, Wilbur was dragged away by their father and taken to a small shitty apartment downtown. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to Wilma before he was on his way to a new home.

Of course he had her number, but he doubted she would even answer while with their mother. He simply stared out the window with a hurt expression, sniffling quietly but was told to shut up by his father.

Arriving at the apartment wasn’t any better. It had one bedroom, leaving him to sleep on the small futon placed in the living room that merged into the kitchen. His father didn’t seem to care and walked past him, heading into the bedroom with his bag and slammed the door shut.

“God damnit.” He groaned and grabbed the bag his dad packed for him off the ground, making his way to the futon and tossed it atop, before sitting down and frowned. He could feel each and every spring poking against his legs, causing him to quickly stand up and look for a blanket or pillow to lay down over it.

He knew his dad was a loser, but this was a new all time low. Leaving his only son with nothing but a small duffle bag with a few shirts and pants, no self care or anything. How would he manage to survive this?

“Wil! Get me a drink!” The shout from his dad made him internally cringe, clenching his jaw as he obeyed his words and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, of course only filled with beer and water. He figured which one his dad wanted, grabbing the coldest one he could find before walking towards the bedroom.

He didn’t bother to question how his dad already had this place, stocked the fridge with only two types of drinks, and didn’t even bother to get proper furniture. He simply entered the room with a blank expression, putting the can on the bedside table before walking out, sighing quietly to himself.

“When will this shit get better?” He ran a hand over his face, before checking the time on his watch and saw he should at least try to sleep. Of course the futon was extremely uncomfortable, leaving him to use his bag as a pillow and he just slept in the clothes he wore all day.

As before he had mentioned Ryan, the very boy he had fallen in love with, the boy he hoped to confess to on this dreadful day. It was the first time in months that Wilbur had been back at his original home, mostly visiting his mom and Wilma, but when talk of Ryan coming over came up he couldn’t resist.

He was waiting at the hill, reading his book, but had himself facing the residence so he could see when his love would arrive. When the sudden sight of blonde hair and a red shirt appeared, he knew it had to be him.

“Ryan!” Wilbur shouted happily, rushing to stand up, leaving his book to sit wide open in the dirt. He rushed down the hill, stumbling slightly off the sidewalk and into the road, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. “Wow, Wilbur, be careful.” He chuckled lightly, glancing back and forth before he was about to cross.

But that’s when everything had changed.

Within only a few seconds a car horn could be heard, causing Wilbur’s gaze to divert to his right, seeing a white light nearing him. It was as if in the blink of an eye he was there, and then he was gone.

“Holy fuck! Wilbur!” Ryan quickly rushed over to him, holding up his head and placed a hand on the back of his neck, inspecting the wide gash he had just gained. The rushing footsteps of Wilma and his mother could be heard, a terrified shriek escaping his sister’s mouth as she knelt down next to him.

He could barely comprehend anything happening, he just felt so lightheaded and groggy, barely able to keep his eyes open as the taste of metal filled his mouth. He stared up at Ryan, tears filling his eyes as he weakly lifted a hand, only to be turned down and handed off to his mom, while he heard the tapping of a phone and soon the dialing of a call.

He didn’t understand what was happening. Was he dying? Was this really how his life was going to end? On the side of the road at 15 years old, just days before he was meant to turn 16. Just days before he could spend the day with his family again. Why did this have to happen to him?

Of course, that’s the last moment Wilbur remembered being alive. The next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital, his family crying around him as he stared in confusion, only to glance back and see his own lifeless body in the bed. A large gash across his neck, nearing his face.

The emotions he felt were difficult to explain, he was glad he didn’t have to deal with his father anymore, but seeing the pain he caused everyone hurt. Seeing his sister slowly spiral into a moment of depression and pain, his mother sobbing her eyes out to the point she couldn’t stand, and his father.. nowhere to be seen.

It was all so overwhelming, with him quickly leaving the hospital and rushed down the street. Though he didn’t notice the locket that somehow appeared around his neck, not until a sudden shadow seemed to be following him, reaching out for it and trying to drag him back to where his body lay.

All he could do was try his best to ignore this feeling, instead tearing the locket off himself and throwing it behind him. His biggest mistake ever.

He furrowed his brows as he slowly stopped in his tracks, watching as his surroundings only became darker and more grim, colder and more dull. “What the hell..” he mumbled under his breath, turning around and trying to walk, only to bump into something.

He didn’t even know what he was getting himself into, not until he felt the sudden paint returning to his neck, his surroundings becoming visible again, except there were so many more people. So many people he knew had passed in that town. He recognized an old shopkeeper who had lost his life during a fire, the burn marks still on his face and hands. He quickly walked over to the man, hoping he would have an answer.

“Mr. Williams?” He spoke in a quiet tone, watching the man turn to face him with a warm smile. “Wilbur? Is that you? My, you’ve gotten big.” His tone was welcoming, until he had taken notice of how young Wilbur was. “Aren't you quite young still? You shouldn’t be here.” He frowned and walked closer, taking note of the large gash on the side of Wilbur’s neck. “My, my. Such a shame.” Without another word he was gone, leaving Wil more confused than before.

Of course it didn’t stop here, how could it? He had become the Grim Reaper’s assistant after all.

It all started when he was simply walking past the hospital again, taking notice of a young boy outside the building, a locket around his neck as he stood there, always like he was waiting for someone.

“Hey, kid.” Wilbur approached him, raising a brow as he slightly bent down to meet his height. “Who are you waiting for?” His voice got quiet, watching the boy shrug and fiddle with the necklace around his neck. “I don’t know. I’m just here.” He pursed his lips, looking away from Wil.

He felt bad for the kid, he was dead and didn’t even know it. He quickly looked around the area, before crouching down and gestured towards the locket. “Let me see the locket.” He reached a hand out, watching as the boy hesitantly took it off and placed it in Wilbur’s hands. Engraved in the small emerald gem was an ‘H’. “What’s your name?” Wilbur looked back up at the kid, before standing up straight. “Henry.”

Before Wilbur could even speak again he was gone, causing him to state in confusion and disbelief. Where had the kid gone? He couldn’t easily disappear like that, could he? It was like Mr. Williams all over again.

He didn’t know what to do with the locket, and simply pocketed it, saying to himself mentally that he’d find a proper grave for it at some point.

But of course he didn’t. And he kept helping those lost souls finally rest in peace. It started with random people he found who looked lost, simply suggesting they give him their locket, to which they did. But once they got stubborn he took it upon himself to find their bodies and lead them to it, showing that they needed to hand over the locket so they could properly cross over.

He didn’t know he was truly helping someone this entire time, he simply thought he was doing the right thing. But with each locket he collected, he felt more power hungry for more. He wanted to fill his coat pockets, his drawers in the small house he claimed, the walls that had so many puncture holes from pins being pushed in and out.

Throughout this whole period of time, these months upon months, turned years of waiting for a change. He got one.

You watched as he got choked up on his words, causing you to hold his face in your hands and hold him close. “Wilbur, take your time. What changed?” You spoke softly, furrowing your brows at him.

“It.. it was Wilma. I found her.”

Just like he said. He found her. Wandering around the streets with a confused look on her face, her body hidden away in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, her tear soaked cheeks shining in the dim moonlight.

“Wilma?” His voice called out, rushing over to her with a confused look. His eyes locked in on the locket she wore, trying to ignore the intense urge to snatch it from her. “How are you here?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, watching her look up and get choked up on speaking.

“I wanted to see my brother again, Wil. It’s been years.” She quickly pulled him into a hug, crying heavily into his shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around his torso. He instantly hugged her back, a hand on the back of her head as he held her close. “How old are you, Wilm?” He spoke quietly, listening as she struggled to answer. “20. It’s been 5 years since you passed.”

He knew she couldn’t have passed from natural causes, suspecting one thing that he didn’t want to assume. “Did it hurt?” He spoke quietly, feeling her shake her head against him, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “Thankfully no. I just.. it’s hard without you, y’know.” She pulled away from their hug, frowning slightly as she placed her hands on his face, smiling at the sight of him.

“Still young as ever. I’m jealous.” She chuckled softly, watching as he smiled at her words, nodding and nervously looked down. “Listen.. Wilma.” He sighed and gestured towards the locket she wore, biting the corner of his lip. “If you wanna fully pass over, you’re gonna need to hand over the locket.”

Her face somewhat dropped, clutching the green gem in her hands as she shook her head frantically. “What? No! I just got to see you again after 5 years, how could I leave so quickly?”

“Wilma, you have to. It’s not smart to stick around for so long without crossing over.” His tone became much more demanding, staring her down as he tried to get her to just agree with his words. “Do you do this to everyone you see? What the fuck has gotten into you?” She took a step back, glancing down at his coat pockets, seeing a shine through them. She was quick with her actions, reaching forward and snatching a few, before running off in the other direction. “Wilma! What the fuck?!” He quickly rushed after her, trying his best to catch her before she did the worst thing she could think of.

She had found her way to a graveyard, letting out a shaky breath as she thought quickly. She picked one of the lockets and dug a small hole in a grave, shoving the locket inside before packing the dirt down, watching as the green gem glowed through the brown muck. “Holy shit..” She muttered under her breath, before crawling towards another grave, doing the same thing as before, hearing as Wilbur’s footsteps got closer.

“Wilma, what are you doing?” He panicked as he saw the glows through the dirt, staring at her with a look of betrayal and hurt. “How.. how could you!” He rushed over to try and unbury one of them, but before he could, it was gone. “Wilma, what did you do?” He stared at her with confusion, watching as the glow of the other’s died down.

This was the moment he knew the two of them would probably never see eye to eye again. He had spent years collecting lost souls, and now all of sudden Wilma is back and somehow managed to return souls to earth. He didn’t understand, simply staring down at the empty dirt mound, feeling his stomach drop.

“So, that’s why you and her don’t talk anymore?” You quirked a brow up, watching him note and fiddle with the small locket he had in his pocket. “Yeah. Ever since then I haven't seen her again.” He sighed and looked over at you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“It’s harder for lost souls to cross over now. She’s constantly searching for them.. burying the lockets in the graveyard. Before I can ever get them they’re back to earth.” He spoke quietly, an annoyed look forming on his face. “It doesn’t always work out sometimes..”

You looked down at him with a confused look, lightly wrapping an arm around him. “What do you mean?” You spoke quietly, leaning your head on his.

“Staying silent.”

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Goth!Wilma headcanons - fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Softball!Wilma hc’s

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hurricane - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

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

warnings: drinking, making out, kinda angst?

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

word count: 375

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even if you wouldn’t remember.

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It’s rainy here-

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

Notebook vibes… it’s a need.

Rainy - Softball!Wilma x Gn!Reader

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

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

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

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

word count: 442

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Softball Wilma

highschool and soulmate au

Best friend sibling

You can interpret-

Highschool sweethearts - Softball!Wilma

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

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

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

word count: 2.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl was finally yours.

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Candy hearts - Softball!Wilma

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

warnings: none <3

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

word count: 525

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sweetheart,

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

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

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

Love, Wilma :)

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

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

Hey Wilma!

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

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

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

From, yours truly <3

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

She was definitely looking forward to tonight.

[phxntomsdusk]

“I think I’m in love with you.” - Goth!Wilma

summary: being best friends with wilma, and not knowing how she truly feels, until she finally gets the guts on Valentine’s Day <3

warnings: fem!reader, angsty, slight swearing, fluff/comfort at the end <3

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

word count: 629

Wilma and you had always been close, there was just one problem. She had fallen in love with you. There was just one problem.. you’re also a girl. She knew it wasn’t normal when she first developed feelings for you; you were out there talking about boys, and she wanted you to talk about her.

She wanted to take you to ice cream parlors and the mall, she wanted to drop you off at home and get a goodnight kiss, she wanted to be able to hold your hand in the hallways of school and not get weird looks.

She never spoke up about her new found feelings, considering she was worried you’d stop being friends with her, think she’s weird, maybe tell everyone. She knew you weren’t that mean, it just scared her.

Each year she would get you a card for Valentine’s Day, but it was always one of those friendly ones you get from your friend group. You’d get her one as well, paired with a lollipop or matching jewelry. At the end of the day though, she knew your eyes were on some boy, and not her.

But this year was different. She was determined to tell you how she felt, maybe even take you out, and be able to call you her girlfriend.

She had set up a basket the day before, filled with your favorite snacks, candy, drink, some gift cards to your favorite stores and a stuffed animal holding a note.

Walking into school had her feeling self conscious, holding this huge basket as she wandered through the halls, eyes on her as she desperately tried to find you.

“Wilma! Looks like someone has a Valentine this year.” Your voice caught her off guard, her eyes meeting yours as a shy smile formed on her lips. She instantly walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulled you close.

You hugged her back and chuckled softly, before pulling back and fixed up her bangs. “So, who’s the lucky person?” You quirked up a brow, a smirk toying at your lips.

“Well, it’s.. it’s you.” Her voice went quiet, looking down at you with a nervous expression. “Listen, Y/N, we need to talk.” She sighed and held up the basket, waiting for you to take it from her. The moment you did, she instantly started speaking again.

“I know we’re just friends, and I know you don’t like girls this way, but God damn it’s so hard seeing you go after guys. I wish I was them.. I want you to smile at me that way, I want you to hold my hand and kiss my cheek, play with my hair and do my makeup, I just— I want you to be mine. I think I’m in love with you.”

Her words left you shocked, your jaw practically on the floor as you watched her tear up. Her gaze fell to the ground, the embarrassment sinking in as she ran a hand through her hair. The longer you stayed quiet, the more she worried about your answer.

“I love you too.”

Those four words were enough to make her heart flutter, looking up with a look of disbelief. “You do?” Her voice was quiet, watching you nod and smile.

She was over the moon! Without a second thought she leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips, one of her hands cupping the side of your jaw, not paying any mind to your friends that surrounded you two. The kiss only lasted a few moments, the two of you parting and looking at each other with loving gazes.. until your friend Lauren spoke up.

“I always knew you two were gay for each other! I fucking knew it!”

[lillylvjy]

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

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

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

edited: nope

wc: 1.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be me good?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She definitely will.”

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

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

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

“Oh? Who said that?”

“Me! Do you not want to?!”

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

“Well good.. or I would’ve cried.”

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

“I will start crying.”

“Hmm shows you care so please do!”

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

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

“AURORA!”

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

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

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

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

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Eye on the ball - part 5 - masterlist

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

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

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

word count: 919

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All she had to do was.. wait.

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

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

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

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

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

She simply couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[phxntomsdusk]

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

Karaoke night - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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