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[xoxoamyas]

considering writing for 'you' at the moment.

i've only seen the first season and a bit of the second, but joe has me hooked by a needle at the moment.

on that topic, i've been inconsistently busy as of late, although i do intend to pick up on writing some things for whoever wants them. likely gearing towards american horror stories, mare of easttown, and as said before, you.

so many stories in my noggin that i want out. </3

[xoxoamyas]

i feel it's important to come forward and say i'm done writing for wilbur soot. i've seen his apology and the many responses that came with it.

unless he is to offer a true apology and genuine growth and change, there will be no more content of him on this account. i'll leave up what's already posted, but that will be it. as of right now, that also applies to further content of his characters or au's that have been made, too.

with that being said, i will be going on a proper hiatus for a while until i can decide what i want to do further with this account. alongside that, i'm not sure when, but the account layout will be changed at some point when i get a proper chance.

support and stand with victims, yet don't forget to care for yourselves in the process. take a break if you need to.

much love,

- amyas .

[xoxoamyas]

making a post to say that anything having to do with wilbur will be on hold.

at some point, i may reconsider making writings for his characters over the years or for personally made au's. but as of right now, the content i've already made of his will be the only content on this account.

i'll continue to write for other creators as well as other series (which might be expanded upon soon here).

i'm trying my best to stay up to date with everything, but i've my own stuff happening as of late. all in all, i will say that i'm standing with shelby for this and that she has all my support.

please take the time to care for and support not only others but also yourselves.

[xoxoamyas]

the best in my eyes. ✐

✐ - stay in painting date with wilbur !

note - for @ax-y10 !! uhhhh painter!reader x wilbur! (this was accidentally posted, actually. but like I reread it dw 😭👍) dividers by @cafekitsune !

warnings - petnames, kissing, swearing

taglist ! - @phxntomsdusk, @ax-y10

| use of 'you'/'yours' ! |

“darling, do you think this is a good idea?" wilbur asks with an unsure but excited expression on his face, gripping a paintbrush as well as a palette in his hands. “I can't paint, it'll look so bad, lovely.” he chuckles.

"yes, wil. i'm sure, love." you nodded, setting a few of your sets of paint on the table between the two of you as you placed a canvas on your frame.

“draw anything, even if it looks messy, I'll love it either way.” you smiled, sitting on the stool you dragged on the way here.

you picked up a paintbrush and a palette, taking a few tubes of the paint and squeezing a few onto the palette. you thought of something you could paint before staring at wilbur's focused face as he leant closer to the canvas and used his paintbrush to make a few light strokes on the canvas.

you didn't realize it at first but you had been staring for quite a bit. you looked back at your blank canvas, deciding you would be drawing the man in front of you.

from time to time, wilbur would crack a joke or two, using his witty sense of humor to create a lighthearted and enjoyable atmosphere between the two you. the jokes he would make effortlessly broke the tension, making you laugh and bring a genuine smile to your face.

after thirty minutes or maybe an hour, you both were done and would be showing one another the paintings you both made for each other.

“mine looks like shit.” wilbur spoke while laughing softly, looking at the painting that he had made in his hands.

“remember, wil. I said I'd love it either way.” you chuckled, “so who's gonna go first?” you asked, gripping your yet to be dried painting.

“you can go first, lovely.” wilbur murmured as he kept his eyes on his artwork, feeling a tiny bit anxious about how you would react about it.

you muttered a small ‘okay’ before turning your painting around, showing wilbur the drawing you had made of him.

he let out a small and quiet gasp, smiling brightly as he saw the painting of him you painted. he softly took it in his hands before he spoke, “this is amazing, darling.” he chuckled, leaning towards you and kissing your cheek. "I'm gonna frame this or something."

“can I see yours?” you asked him, looking at his caramel colored eyes as you giggled with flushed cheeks.

“oh- uh, yeah. here.” he turned his own painting around, showing his artwork of you. "I know it isn't great.."

many would think it was too messy, but to you, it was perfect. "it's amazing, wil. I love you so much." you smiled, looking at his artwork with heart eyes as you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

[xoxoamyas]

It was kind of rude of you to ask that one person if they meant schlatt for their request because they didn’t have any cc stuff on their page ?? why do they have to have cc stuff on their page ?? Why is that a factor ?? Kind of messed up if you ask me ..

-🍓

i wasn't intending for it to be rude whatsoever, and i apologize if it came across as such. nobody has to have cc, or any other content, on their account for that matter. i was just confused and didn't know if they had sent one thing and meant another since i've seen it happen before.

i'll reframe from asking such questions in the future, though, and i won't ask things like that again.

i'm sorry, and thank you for saying something about it because i hadn't realized how rude or messed up it was.

[xoxoamyas]

party of our own

rating : suggestive themes towards the end [ 16+ ], fluff leaning, petnames used on reader [ toots and sweetcheeks ], jealous schlatt

jschlatt x gn!reader

☆ in which you're at a party with schlatt and things don't go as planned. at least you get a kiss out of it? <3

note : i don't usually write for schlatt, so i hope that you enjoy !

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[ Prompts : 53. a breathy demand: “kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond + 62. sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss ]

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Parties weren't usually your forte.

Schlatt had been invited to one, getting a plus one in the process, and ultimately, you ended up tagging along. You weren't sure how the party would go, considering you didn't usually bother with them.

As you mostly stuck to Schlatt's side, you were fairly quiet compared to the music that blasted through speakers. Grown adults acting like teenagers as some either danced along, shouted drunkenly over the music, or nursed their -likely alcoholic- drinks. Or all three at once.

You were starting to get antsy from where you stood besides Schlatt, who had been talking to one of his friends. You hadn't paid much mind, focusing mostly on trying to tune out the stimulating music so effectively, your entire surroundings. That was done mostly by either looking around the area nonstop or at Schlatt like you're in a daze of awe.

He hadn't dressed up too nice, just in a casual outfit. But his hair was put up into that one bun that would usually make your heart skip a beat. Suddenly, you’re ready to be done with everything happening around you. You moved one of your hands, your finger looping around one of the belt loops to Schlatt’s jeans with a slight tug. A silent notion to get his attention and essentially say that you’re getting fairly bored and ready to go home, or at least leave the place.

Schlatt simply tries to wave the motion off, having moved one of his arms to wrap around you and rest a hand on the small of your back. It was clear he hadn’t gotten your message, but at least he gave you some form of physical attention.

It takes a while before you do anything else, having just leaned against his side a bit for support until the guy he's conversing with finally walks away. You hadn't been listening to whatever he said his excuse was, so you paid the guy no mind.

“What's wrong, toots?” Schlatt suddenly asks, voice low in your ear as he had leaned over just slightly to whisper to you. It made some shivers run down your spine, but you played it off by moving to hold your arms as you leaned against him.

“I'm ready to go, baby.” You spoke in a tone equal to his, as you moved your head to look at him more properly.

“If you want to head out, then go. I've got some other friends I need to catch up with.” He slightly grunted moving to remove himself from you so that you could easily move. The action only served to make you frown as you moved to hold onto his shirt with one of your hands.

“I thought we were going to hang out tonight, though.” You tilted your head just slightly, watching as Schlatt sighed and nodded. He glanced around for a moment before placing his hands along your waist.

“And we can still hang out, just later at home, m'kay sweetcheeks?” He raised a brow in question, though it was obvious it wasn't fully up to debate. You knew you had a choice to stay or wait for later, though. It just went unsaid.

“I can wait for you to be done.” You ultimately decide, which makes Schlatt frown for a moment but ultimately nods and agrees.

In an instant, you have to bite your tongue to hold back verbal disagreement as his hands are removed from your body. You just let him, mostly continuing to stick to his side as he moves on to talk with another friend.

Of course, you don't stay by his side for much longer. Straying off a bit to see if they had any water or soda that wasn't doused with alcohol in it. The kitchen has an island counter with a couple shamelessly making out on it, making your face twist up in discomfort.

Your look for soda proved successful, grabbing a solo cup that had been left untouched and poured yourself some soda from the bottle. Ignoring the sounds from the couple, you just move on with yourself, solo cup of soda in hand as you found a place to sit in that had been relatively clean. Which just happened to be a vacant loveseat that was actually more comfortable than it looked.

You sat there for the better half of an hour, slowly sipping your soda and letting time pass. Someone had joined you at some point on the loveseat, some girl who was definitely under the influence of something with how comfortable she was just talking and leaning against you.

At some point, Schlatt had finished talking with some of the guys at the party. He'd set out on a search for you, only to eventually find some girl practically trying to size you up. Of course, you were oblivious as ever to her futile attempts whatsoever.

“Hey, who's your new friend?” He asks as he steps along your side of the loveseat, his hand resting along the back of it in a near tense manner. He loves the way you look at him when you tilt your head back to see his own face properly.

The girl doesn't seem put off by his words or tone of voice, simply smiling in a doped out manner. She simply squeezed your arm with a wink before getting up and walking off to find somebody else to bug.

Seeing the action alone made something in Schlatt short circuit. Momentarily, he considers going after the girl before realizing how it would look if he tried to argue or fight with her. Instead, he just huffs air through his nose and proceeds to yank you up from the loveseat, uncaring of the small sound of surprise that came from you. He hadn't been listening to what you said, anyway.

“Kiss me,” He demanded in a low tone, suddenly uncaring of just how public they were. Schlatt needed the reassurance that something like that hadn't torn your feelings from him, even if it was a minor thing.

“Right now?” You ask in a surprised tone, completely caught off guard by the sudden switch he had. It was almost hard to understand, not initially realizing where this newfound disquiet mixed with agitation came from.

“Right now.” Schlatt slightly grumbled out, one of his hands moving to wrap around your waist in order to pull you closer. You don't let him kiss you, placing your hand over his mouth and effectively separating where your lips would have connected.

Your nerves crawled over you, making you glance around at the other party people. You knew your relationship wasn't a secret, but it wasn't entirely public, either, considering Schlatt liked to keep the relationship to one another.

Anybody could recognize him in some way.

You grasp one of his hands into yours and move to walk, guiding him away from the practical centre of the party. Finding a way to a staircase that led up, taking the flight with him easily following behind you. It was easy to tell the bedrooms of the house were off limits, or just in use, so you took a moment to spot the bathroom.

You hardly have enough time to get a word out when the door clicked shut, suddenly having been pinned. Schlatt’s arms were on either side of your body, effectively keeping you in place. You hadn't even heard the click of the lock as your eyes remained on his.

“Don’t make me say it again.” Schlatt had a slight grumble to his tone, clearly wanting that kiss without too much work from his end. He just wanted this for reaffirmation that you were still his.

Your hands found their ways to his face, cupping his cheeks, and you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. Practically holding your breath as you felt the hairs of his moustache against your own upper lip a fair amount. Your hands going over the mutton chops he had, having refused to get rid of them on multiple occasions, as you held more of his jaw than anything else for now.

The moment of what seemed to be intimacy remained, though Schlatt was quick to take charge without hesitation. He had moved you with ease, making it so you sat atop the sink counter as he kissed you without hesitation. He ends up catching you off guard with a pinch to your side, making you let out a slight sound of protest to which he uses as an entry way for his tongue into your mouth.

You two essentially stayed there and made-out, both now near uncaring of the party and the music downstairs. It was nice, you had to admit, the way he kissed you almost feverishly. It wasn't often that it happened, but when it did, it always made those butterflies soar high in your chest.

When the kiss finally seems like it's done, you're both catching your breaths, Schlatt’s forehead pressed against your own. Before you could wiggle out of his grasp to get down, he clicks his tongue with a tisk. The sound made you automatically pause yourself as you looked at him attentively.

“Did I say we were done, toots?” He uses a low tone that sends shivers down your spine. You slowly shake your head no, feeling yourself freeze when one of his hands finds it spot along your neck.

“Everybody at the party's gonna know who you belong to.”

[xoxoamyas]

Hi! Can I get #53 & #62 from the fluff prompt list with Schlatt 🥹 pretty please with sprinkles on top

hello ! i just wanted to confirm.. it was for schlatt, darlin'?

i went through some of the content you have, i just wanted to be sure it wasn't for anybody else since you don't seem to have any cc content ^^;

edit ;

here's your request [ ☆ ] !

thank you for earliers confirmation ^^

[xoxoamyas]

wanted to hop on here real quick to add my own thoughts to the conversation about cathers-world.

not only do they mutual minors, interact with them and discuss sex with minors. before I blocked them, they reblogged a ddlg post on their account. if anyone doesn't know what this is, it's basically a section of bdsm that sexualizes an age regressed mindstate and is always sexual (also, ageplay) and is often confused with age regression! which if you know anything about that, then you know age regression is a non sexual coping mechanism.

so anyways, if you're following me or interact with me, either block me or unfollow/block cather. I don't want to see them, and I don't want to have to see any more minors interact with them bc it is not okay and it's fucking awful. i don't fault the minors. cather should know better.

I don't know any new information on their account since they've been blocked for months.

anyways, ddlg/ageplay is fucking disgusting and if you think otherwise, fuck off and leave me alone.

[xoxoamyas]

can you do one where wilbur plays some of his songs on his guitar for his gf because she had a bad day??

your request [ ☆ ] !

hope you enjoy it, non <3

[xoxoamyas]

For You.

rating : fluff/comfort, singular alcohol mention, petnames used on reader [ darling, love, and baby ]

wilbur x fem!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ wilbur comforts you after a hard day. he plays you some in progress songs he'd been working on. <3

note : this was meant to take place sometime before ycgma came out! though, you can interpret it as whenever. either way, hope you enjoy !

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You had little tells for everything. Wilbur knew them by heart.

So the second he heard the door close a little harsher than normal, he was up in an instant. He had been writing up some new lyrics for some songs he wanted to put together.

“Darling?” Wilbur lightly calls out as he moves through the short hall of the shared flat. Seeing you set down your purse on the couch in the living room, he lightly sighs. “Beautiful,” He starts, catching your attention more now. Muttering a soft apology when he sees your face screw up.

Oh, you definitely didn't have a good day if you weren't melting at the complimenting.

“Want to talk about what happened?” His voice is soft and low as he speaks, well aware you didn't take kindly to a raised voice in moments like this. A small frown tugs at his lips when he sees you shake your head no, so he just silently nods.

“That's fine, love. How about we run a bath and then go lay down?” Wilbur tilts his head a bit as his hands move to hold your upper arms. A small smile appears on his face when you nod.

He pauses when he feels one of your hands move to the hem of his sweater. Leaning down for you when you moved to be on your forefoot, pressing a kiss to Wilbur's cheek in a silent show of affection.

It takes a little bit after as you calm down, Wilbur with you nearly the entire time. He had gotten you bubbles for a bath at some point and helped you wash your hair. You weren't very talkative like you usually would have been, him having picked up on you needing the time to adjust and relax.

After a while, you finally deemed it time to get out of the bath. The water had gone cold and lost its comforting warmth. You managed to coax Wilbur into lending you one of his sweaters and even a pair of his boxers. He could never say no to the puppy eyes you tended to give him.

“You ready to talk about it?” Wilbur calmly asks after you're laid in his bed cuddled up to one of his favourite and most used pillows. He wasn't jealous over an inanimate object whatsoever.

You give a light groan, pressing your face hard into the pillow for a good long moment. Another tell that you weren't ready to talk just yet.

It's quiet for a good moment, and Wilbur bites his tongue. He's not sure what to say for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he ended up eyeing the bedroom for a good moment before his gaze landed on his guitar.

You don't move immediately when you hear the first strums of the guitar, just hearing what sounded like a gentle tune. Each chord eased into the next, which soothed an ache in your mind. The Bm, to D, A, G, and right back into Bm.

“The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form,” When you hear his voice, you finally look up. Curiosity started gnawing at you as you watched Wilbur from where he sat in his streaming chair.

“Adorned with the patches of places you've been. Got nothing on my khaki coat I got from the roadside.” You can't help but let your face scrunch up as he sang. He had paused his singing. You caught the nervous glance he sent you, like he was uncertain about what he was saying and singing. His hands faltered with the glance before he looked back down at the guitar and continued strumming.

“My boots from the airport, the backpack’s my friends.” You sit up more as the words are softly sung out. A small warm feeling fills your chest as you make the sudden realization that this is a song he hadn't shared with you just yet.

You recognize the moment Wilbur seems stuck with the words, seeing him just continue to strum the chords along the guitar wordlessly.

“I haven't finished it just yet.” Wilbur admits after a moment of strumming, letting the last chord he had played ring for a second.

“I think it's really nice so far, Wil.” You give a small smile as your eyes flicker over him. “Have you been working on any others with it?” You ask out of genuine curiosity, to which Wilbur gives a slight grin.

“A couple others, yeah. Hold on.” Wilbur moves to stand from his streaming chair, moving to plop down in his spot next to you on your bed, guitar in his lap.

He had to take a second to get situated and comfortable before his hands found their spits on the guitar again. The strumming starts again, this time starting with an Am chord, to F, back to Am, and then to F again. You watch as Wilbur testingly strummed the chords, holding back a small giggle when you saw him make a face before adjusting the chords to fit together better.

Am, F, Am, F. Repeating it but instead landing on a C instead of an F interchangeably.

You watch with interest as he moves his hands in a more relaxed manner than before when he finds the rhythm he's looking for. It was almost mesmerizing, the way he played solely for you in this moment.

“Maybe one day, we'll live in La Jolla,” He starts, glancing at you as if silently seeking approval. You tilt your head in response, a notion for him to continue on.

“Drinking cocktails out over the water,” He's quiet for a second after that, trying to find out the next words he wants to say. A small soft hum could be heard from him as he tried to find the tune to keep rolling with.

“Our own personal sunset. A diploma for each day on our own.” The words are even as he says them, though the small hesitation of his hand shows he's not entirely confident with them. Either way, it made you move a tiny bit closer as you shifted. Now sitting cross-legged beside him with a hand along his knee closest to you for wordless reaffirmation.

“Shhhit, I don't know.” He eventually huffs out a humourless laugh, a frown on his face as he stops strumming the guitar.

“Hey, you did good.” You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, gently having him look towards you. “Thank you for playing what you did for me.” Your words make some of the unease melt away from his expression.

One of his hands comes up to hold along the side of your neck, and he leans in. The press of his lips against yours is careful and precise, a kiss meant to be loving and open.

Wilbur lets the kiss go when you want to, giving a small breath of air as your forehead pressed against his. “You're an amazing girlfriend, y'know that?” He asks quietly, as if scared to disrupt the peaceful moment happening between them.

“And you're an amazing boyfriend.” You murmured out in response, keeping still where you were for a moment longer before carefully moving. Taking Wilburs guitar and setting it to the side so that it rested against his bedside table. “Snuggles before bed?” You asked as you looked at him, a small pout forming as you tilted your head at him.

A small sound of surprise escapes you as he suddenly catches you off-guard when he wraps his arms around your waist. Him having dragged you closer and down onto the bed with him.

“You're so stupid,” You jokingly complained as you moved with more ease after a moment. Your head against his chest, arms wrapped around his torso and your leg thrown over his waist.

“But you just called me an amazing boyfriend.” Wilbur playfully pouts as he looks down at you. He lets out a more genuine laugh after a moment, kissing the top of your head then resting his chin along that same spot.

“I retract my statement, then.” You grumble out against him, not truly meaning your words.

“Just get some sleep, baby, we got a day ahead of us tomorrow.” Wilbur can't help but smile, loving that the two of you could at least sleep in the manner you two usually do.

“Goodnight, Wil.” You hum out, moving to hold him closer in search of the comfort he was providing you.

“Goodnight, love.”

[xoxoamyas]

if you're still looking for some ideas, how about one with a musician!reader and ted?

one where the reader is a newtime artist who recently released some songs and is looking to make some music videos. they stumble upon some of ted's works after a bit and try to get into contact with him

guys!

ideas for a ted series!

i need help!

@phxntomsdusk

[xoxoamyas]

fall for me

rating : fluffy drabble, kisses, use of petname on reader [ darling ]

wilbur x gn!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ you and will in a hammock, what will you do. <3

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“What are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same.” Will says, shifting just slightly in the hammock he was sitting in.

You wordlessly moved to join him after he made room for you. Your head resting on one shoulder close to the crook of his neck while one of your arms rested over his chest and other shoulder. One leg carefully between both of his, looped beneath the leg closest to you.

The stars shone bright above you two as Will rested his cheek against the top of your head wordlessly. When he thinks you've fallen asleep he presses a kiss to the top of our head.

“What are you doing?” You ask, like a broken record as you look up at him. You hadn't expected the kiss whatsoever.

“I was kissing you goodnight.” He hums out in a quiet tone, clearly in peace with the moment.

“Then kiss me right, you goof.” You playfully huff out, pretending to be upset even though you clearly weren't. A small smirk tugged at Will's lips in response though.

“Oh, which way is the right way, darling?” He asks, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. “Is it this way?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Or this?” A kiss to your brow. “Orrr..” A kiss to your nose before your cheek, some small laughs escaping you as he pressed a few more kisses to your face.

You lightly swear at him with a small pout, moving your arm that was tossed over his torso to hold his neck in your hand. Tugging him in the right direction. Just barely pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips due to how he moves last second.

“Ohhh, you meant a kiss kiss.” Will teases with a grin. “All you had to do was say so.” You don't get any complaints out because he moves and presses a kiss against your lips.

He shifts just slightly, moving to mildly hover above you as he kisses you. Before anything could go further, there's a small snap above your heads. Startled sounds escaping you both as the hammock fell towards the ground. The branch that the hammock was tied to had broken.

“Oh my gosh, you broke it!” You jokingly cry out, moving your hand to playfully push Will's face away from yourself.

“I guess this means you fell for me again.”

[xoxoamyas]

here me out:

Wilbur with a transfem reader

your request [ ☆ ] !

i wasn't sure about the type you wanted, so i just did some headcanons with drabbles !

i hope you enjoy it ^^

[xoxoamyas]

rating : fluffy headcanons + drabbles, complimenting words used to describe reader towards the end [ ex. beautiful and gorgeous ]

wilbur soot with transfem!reader headcanons !

note : i should mention that i'm not personally transfem, so i tried to do some research for any information found within the headcanons. if anything found here is wrong, please kindly let me know so that i can fix it up, i don't want to offend nobody. other than that, i hope you enjoy <3

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— when you initially come out to him, wilbur will feel completely honored that you felt safe enough to tell him. he'll ask a few questions, both general questions and questions of curiosity ( ex. “what's your prefered name/pronouns?” or “how did you figure it out?” )

— if you're not out to your parents or others just yet, he'll wait until you're ready to tell them. he'll use whichever name/pronouns you want him to use in front of anybody without question. in private, wilbur will use your prefered name and pronouns unless you tell him otherwise.

— when you bring up starting hrt ( if you hadn’t already started it before coming out to him ), he gladly helps you with any payments needed for it. he also asks questions and does his own side research ( because he wants to know everything and every potential side effect from it ).

— he loves the idea of vocal lessons, so when you told him you were going to start them he was quick to give you some names to vocal coaches who were trustworthy and could help. wilbur had long done his research into the coaches and made sure they weren’t going to do a complete 180 on you.

“-and then there's this one. She's really good from what the reviews say. She also has kitties, look.” Wilbur speaks with a huge smile, showing you a photo on his phone for the umpteenth time.

He had shown you a good four or five vocal coaches that lived in the area and had easy access. People who could do both in person and online sessions. You loved the initiative he tried and did take, especially when it came to helping you.

“Well, I've heard some things about this one. What do you think of them?” You ask, showing him the profile of another vocal coach, only to see him make a sour face.

“No, their reviews aren't the best. Most of them say they leave feeling worse than when they went in and that they're overpriced for their work. Plus, they're strictly in person and don't have flexible times.” Wilbur's words come out with a small huff at the end. He looks at you with.

“I won't stop you from going to them if you want to, just take the reviews and how you might also feel afterwards.” His words make you hum and nod a tiny bit.

“Yeah, I'll think about it.”

— he'll help pay for any surgeries you may need or want. he'll pay for any foods you may want to eat, no matter how expensive or not they are. he loves spending money on you and taking you out to dinner, especially.

— he absolutely loves dress shopping with you. if you're not into dresses, then skirts. if not skirts then still, he loves clothes shopping with you. he'll have you put on a tiny show of the outfits and will help you with styling together any clothes you may like. if it fits and you like it, he buys it.

— as i said, he loves taking you out to dinner. he also loves taking you out in general, whether it's to the park or to a café in the area. he'll gladly hold your hand or wrap your pinkies together if you let him. he's generally affectionate with you if you're comfortable with it.

— wilbur loves nothing more than taking random photos of you. whether you're doing something completely normal like reading a book or something extremely random like sitting in a tree, he takes a picture. he'll definitely show it to you after with a proud smile claiming how wonderful, beautiful, and gorgeous you are.

“Will? What are you doing?” You ask, looking over to him from where you stood in front of the oven. You had been trying to make some cake and had ended up with some flour on yourself when you tried to mix it together.

Wilbur stood off to the side, his phone in hand with a big goofy grin on his face as he looked at his screen. “Nothing much, just admiring the divine woman in front of me.” He claimed as he stepped closer and showed you his phone screen. A picture of you practically glaring down at the mix in the bowl like it had personally offended you.

“Absolutely magnificent and beautiful.” He’s got a ton of pride in his voice when he says it, not afraid to admit his admiration for you.

Wilbur makes a sound of surprise when you suddenly throw some of the mix at him, giving you an incredulous look. Placing a hand over his heart, he dramatically spoke, “You wounded me fair lady, however will I recover!”

To which you just throw more of the mix right at him, making sure not to miss.

[xoxoamyas]

i love these, thank you <33

you did really good, be more confident with yourself. your writing is amazing ^^

hello hellooo

may i request wilbur with an aroace reader ?

preferably as headcanons if that's okay, but you can choose whatever style you're most comfortable with if you do end up doing it

aroace reader with wil hcs!!

note : this is very short, so so sorry anon!! I'm literally aroace but I did not know what to do here lmao, I also asked @ax-y10 for help 😭🙏 overall, I don't like how I write lmao I'm so new to writing

• when you came out to him, I think he'd be really honored to be a person you knew you should come out to

• surprisingly (or not), he didn't mind when you told him you weren't fine with this, and you were comfortable with that.

• talks with you about how you feel and what you're comfortable with!

• wilbur cares about you alot, so he'd be willing to do anything to make you comfortable and okay with him.

• he would reassure you that it was fine.

• he knows you care about him, he cares about you more. <3

• also he's an absolute sweetheart!

• he'd always ask you if you were okay with something he thinks you aren't okay with.

• will definitely not hesitate to stop/not do something if you don't feel like you're comfortable with it.

• overall, he's absolutely proud of you!

"are you comfortable with this?"

"is this okay?"

"are you sure?"

• such a sweetheart. <3

[xoxoamyas]

First off all..I have another request!(<3)

I was thinking of Wilbur going to a coffee shop and then saw y/n..and then they both (secretly!) fell in love but after a week Wilbur didn’t saw y/n and got worried…he texted her..but didn’t answer and y/n was in the hospital…because (oh my god…) she just got beaten up by some guys

Second,YES THIS IS ANGST😭

i love some good angst :']

thank you for the request lovely, it was fun to write <3

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i hope you enjoy it ^^

[xoxoamyas]

Café Girl

rating : fluff/angst, hospitalization, and a protest mention.

wilbur x fem!reader [ use of you/yours, no use of y/n ]

☆ you meet wilbur at a café you frequent. instantly, you two hit it off. after a while of talking, you randomly go no-contact only for him to find out you're in the hospital. he doesn't intend to leave your side. <3

note : n/a [ hope you enjoy :] ]

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The café was your favourite. You were a regular since you had first heard of it sometime within the past year or so.

Wilbur wasn't a regular, only having recently heard of the place. He thought he'd give it a try, scope it out to see if he and his friends could film in the spot.

You were working on your laptop in a booth, studying for an upcoming test you had in one of your college courses. A few books to the side closest to the wall, your laptop right in front of you as you slowly scrolling through the materials on a PowerPoint you had been sent via email by one of your professors.

You didn't see him right away, but he saw you. He had ordered himself a refresher, lemonaid of some sort, and was looking for a place to sit. You had seemed like you had your own bubble, but that wasn't what caught his eye entirely.

Wilbur had seen the slight furrow of your brow and the light nibble on your lip before you had gone to sip on your latte.

“Excuse me, ma'am?” You looked up, focus having been broken by the voice some odd feet besides you. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

In an instant, you were taken by surprise. Having not expected someone of his stature to even talk with you. The way his brown hair was the perfect amount of fluffy and just barely in his eyes. The plain beige sweater he wore over his white collared polo. He was put together, and it was obvious.

“Uhm, sure, I don't mind.” You gave him a nervous smile, mentally degrading yourself for practically stuttering over your words. Moving slightly to fix the books to the side so that they were more organised. You made sure all of the tabs on your laptop were saved properly before shutting that, too, and resting one of your hands over the top of it.

“Thank you. What were you studying for?” He decides to ask, skipping introductions out of pure curiosity. He had seen the glimpse of a power point, but hadn't read anything on the screen out of respect for your privacy.

“Oh, nothing. Just for an upcoming test.” You shrug, watching as he had sat down across from you and practically nursed the refresher between his hands. “I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?”

“Oh, don't apologize. Should have started with that.” Wilbur lightly chuckled, having brought a hand up to nervously run along his neck. Suddenly self-conscious over the potential stubble rash that could have been along his neck. To him, you were gorgeous, and he didn't want to screw up before he had the chance to even know your name.

“I'm Wilbur, but you can call me Will, if you'd like.” He offers the hand he hadn't used to run along his neck for a handshake in proper greeting. Smiling a bit more when he hears you say your name in return to him as you shook his hand.

He repeats your name back to you, a certain smooth undertone to his voice as he does so. It nearly sent shivers up your spine, but instead, you chose to relax and practically melt.

“Do you come here often?” He asks after a moment of just taking your features in. Both of his hands now along his drink, just holding it to try and calm any rising nerves.

“Yeah, I guess I can be considered a regular. I've come here every day for a while. I don't always get anything like I used to because the entire staff here knows me.” You let out a light laugh, a small flush going over your face in embarrassment. You spent more time at the café than you did your own flat. It was just a soothing environment to be in.

“I think that's cute.” Wilbur comments with a small smile, not missing the way you subtly moved to sip your latte to hide the embarrassment on your face. “I hope you wouldn't mind if I joined you some of those days?” He asks, in hopes of getting to know you. He wanted to at least be your friend, even if in the moment all he wanted to do was take you out on a date to see if you two could click anymore than he felt you two already had.

“Oh, no, I don't mind the company at all.” You can't help but smile, that warmth flooding through your chest as you felt like there were butterflies in your stomach. “I’m usually here at about the same time every day.” He offers a smile, taking mental note of your words.

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Conversation continued on like that for a little while, just getting to know each other. He found out you had a pet cat that stayed with your parents. You found out that he likes to play the guitar and that he’s self-taught.

It goes like that for a few days up until Sunday hits. Having long exchanged numbers sometime a few days prior.

Wilbur hadn't seen you at the café like he thought he would. It made his stomach twist in discomfort, having not seen you in your usual spot with your nose in a book or tapping away at your laptop. He had asked one of the employees at first, trying to see if you were potentially there earlier but had no luck. He waited a good ten minutes at first before shooting you a text message. Leaving after a good forty minutes of waiting since he had made plans with one of his friends beforehand and couldn't stick around.

There was no sign of you Monday, nor Tuesday. Wednesday, a gnawing feeling was chewing at his gut. He had texted you a lot over the past seventy or so hours to no avail. No response after the next.

Maybe you didn't have as much interest in him as he initially thought you would have? But then you wouldn't have said yes to exchanging phone numbers or letting him sit with you. You weren't the type to lead someone on like that, and it was clear.

Thursday, he heard nothing once more. Friday, he tried calling a few different times only to end up going straight to voicemail. Had your phone been turned off or dead? You typically had it charged and available for any communication.

Saturday, he tries the café employees again. And he felt both like a weight was lifted off only to have another added right on.

Sunday, he was rushing into a hospital that had been within the area. The employee he had talked to ended up telling Wilbur you were hospitalised, yet not what for. It made him feel physically ill the moment the words processed in his mind. It had been beyond visiting hours when he initially found out, though, so he couldn't do anything anyway.

Wilbur had given your name to the front receptionist, the lady taking longer than she should have to give a room number. The second he had the number, he was rushing to find you.

He muttered a swear beneath his breath the second he reached your room, pulling his dishevelled self together before calmly as possible, opening the door. Wilbur could feel his heart simultaneously break and deflate, seeing you hooked up to a heart rate monitor as well as an IV.

Will took the seat closest to you, taking one of your hands in both of his own. A small sigh escaped his lips as he pulled your hand to his mouth, kissing the knuckles of your hand.

Your lip was fairly busted paired with a black eye, what looked to be bruising along some of your neck and more sprinkled along what he could see of your arms. Your knuckles were red and fairly scraped.

It definitely wasn't good, but you were clearly tended to. It must have been bad, especially if you were potentially there since last Sunday. It made him want to simultaneously cry and put down whoever put you in this hospital bed.

“Will?” Your voice is light and hoarse, mostly on the quieter side.

“Hey, hey, don't strain yourself.” He's quick to move, gently pressing on of his hands to your shoulder to prevent you from moving to sit up. Instantly feeling bad when he sees you flinch at the motion.

“Sorry.. What's goin’ on?” You ask, words lightly slurring together. You must've been on some sort of medication to help with any pains.

“I'm not sure. One of the employees at the café told me you were hospitalised. That was it. Do you remember what happened?” His voice is soft as he asks, clearly not wanting to hash up the memory of it but not knowing was killing him. He needed to know why you looked so beat up.

“There was a protest goin’ on at my college.” You hum a bit, moving your free hand to rub at one of your eyes. Slightly flinching when your hand made contact with your eye. “Think it got out of hand.”

Wilbur can't help but sigh, brows furrowing in thought. He mutters a swear to himself, bringing your hand right back up to his mouth. His lips pressing against your knuckles once more, this time for a little bit longer.

“Go back to sleep, okay? Focus on feeling better.” He murmured out for you to hear, one of his hands moving up to gently cup your cheek. His thumb gently grazing along your skin, trying to be comforting in the moment.

Will smiles a bit when you lean into the touch, seeing you nod even the smallest amount. His heart nearly melted as he watched you close your eyes.

“I love you,” He whispered after a long moment of silence. His heart felt like it was breaking when you didn't respond, though he knew you wouldn't since it didn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Wilbur wasn't going anywhere.