#and your water gave me cancer. AND THE PAVEMENT HURT MY FEELINGS.
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YOUR CITY GAVE ME ASTHMA
So thATS WHYYY IM FUCKINF LEAVING
AND YOUR WATER
GAVE ME CANCER
AND THE PAVEMENT HURT MY FEELINGS
shoooooout at the wall
cause the walls don't fucking love you !!!!!!
in response to song i give fic snippet
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YOUR CITY GAVE ME ASTHMA SO THAT'S WHY IM FUCKING LEAVING!! AND YOUR WATER GAVE ME CANCER AND THE PAVEMENT HURT MY FEELINGS /lyr
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Wasting your time
You're wasting mine
I hate to see you leaving
A fate worse than dying
Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
#dsmp wilbur#wilbur soot#dsmp#dream smp#fanart#digital art#ghostbur#ghostbur fanart#this is old but i like it a lot#so yeah#wilbur soot fanart
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your city gave me asthma. thats why im fucking leaving. your water gave me cancer and the pavement hurt my feelings :((
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Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
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Another bit of lyrics I like :)
“They say, "it's not what you like, it's what you're like as a person", Well, I need new hobbies, that's one thing for certain ” - knee deep at ATP by Lovejoy
“How's it feel? How's it feel to be so loved? How's it feel to be so loved, yet so alone?” Sex Sells by Lovejoy
“They'll tell you this is normal, they'll tell you this is love. I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs….. They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself. So tell me, is it normal to totally lose your mind?” Its Golden Hour Somewhere by Lovejoy
“Wasting your time, You're wasting mine. Hate to see you leaving, Fate worse than dying. Your city gave me asthma, That's why I'm fucking leaving. Your water gave me cancer, The pavement hurt my feelings.” Jubilee Line by Wilbur Soot
#Spotify#spotify#music#wilbur soot#your city gave me asthma#lovejoy songs#lovejoy#lyrics i relate to#wake up and its over#pebble brain#are you alright?
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Jubilee Line by Wilbur Soot
‘your city gave me asthma, so that’s why I’m fucking leaving, and your water gave me cancer, and the pavement hurt my feelings’
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your city gave me asthma,
so that’s why i’m fucking leaving.
#dream smp#dream smp art#and your water gave me cancer. AND THE PAVEMENT HURT MY FEELINGS.#i adore all of ycgma but like i’ve been listening to jubilee line a lot and like... projecting my trauma at it#wilbur soot#dsmp wilbur#tw fire#we draw
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"Your water gave me cancer."
This is a short oneshot full of fluff. It's a Irl Wilbur Soot x reader fic that includes Philza shortly.
What happens when a young woman walking to the train station finds a tall man singing on the floor clutching a guitar? Read and I guess you'll find out!
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“Your water gave me cancer, the pavement hurt my feelings.”
“I’m sorry?” A voice came from behind Wilbur, a slightly timid woman stands behind him clutching her bag lightly. “I don’t mean to intrude but what did you just say?”
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and steps back from the man sitting on the floor with a guitar. “I’m sorry, never mind, I’ll be on my way. Have a good night sir.” She waves to him as she starts walking away bringing her jacket closer to herself.
Wilbur stares awestruck on the ground, a pretty, really pretty woman just came up to him whilst he’s sats on the floor with his guitar and asked him a question. Girls don’t usually just come up to him like that, why didn’t he just reply?
“Wait, miss!”
(y/n) turns around hearing him shout out to her. He clears his throat.
“Umm, would you like to stay and watch for a while, if you’re not busy or have somewhere to be or anything?” He rubs the back of his neck nervously.
“Umm, sure but what exactly am I going to be watching?” She takes a couple of strides forward towards him.
“Oh yeah, of course, umm, I’m filming a new music video for my new album, like I said you’re welcome to stay and watch.” He swallows awkwardly.
“All by yourself?” He nods quickly. “I could help you then you could get home quicker, it’s only gonna get later.”
“Oh, no it’s fine miss…”
“My name’s (y/n),” She crouches down and reaches her hand out for him to shake it. “And what’s your name?”
“Will.”
“Well then Will,” She emphasises his name. “Where’s your camera set up, why don’t you show me how it works then I can help you.”
“Are you sure? We could be here for a while.”
“Well I have nowhere to be anytime soon, do you?” He shakes his head again.
“Okay,” He stands up and leans his guitar against the gate, “I’ll show you how it all works.” He leads her towards the camera and directs her hands. “Okay, put your right hand over here,” He indicates where without touching (y/n), “So you can push the video button, then put your left hand on this handle under here, you just pull this left or right to turn the camera which you won’t need much but it’s good to know anyway. That’s all you really need to know for the camera and for everything else I’ll set to the right settings so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Thank you, Will.” His name rolled right off of her tongue like it was made for her and her only and he felt the shivers go up and down his spine.
“Y-Yeah, you’re doing me a big favour here so I should be thanking you.” He smiles at her softly.
They filmed a few shots more getting most of Jubilee Line done, with the train scenery anyways, they only used that setup because time seemed to run away.
“Great! You were right it was much quicker with you here, thank you so much (y/n).”
“Shit! I’ve got uni tomorrow! Umm,” She scribbles something down on some paper. “Here’s my number, call me if you help or anything again, I’ve got to go sorry!”
“Umm, y-yeah sure, that works, s-see you?”
“Yeah, bye!” And with that, she hurried off to get the next train into the other side of London.
Wilbur let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in, oh, he’s definitely gonna call her, he pulls out his phone quickly and adds ‘(y/n) 📸’ to his contacts still smiling.
-Time skip-
“Hello chat! How’s everyone doing today?”
Wilbur starts his stream sitting in a spinny chair cross-legged pushing himself right and left. He pushes his legs off putting them on the floor and claps his hands together once then leaving them flat down on the table.
“So, chat, today’s just gonna be a quiet chill stream and maybe we’ll call up Philza or Tommy. Actually, here’s an idea, let’s do a poll!” He claps his hands once again. “Pick who you want me to call up later.” He quickly types on his computer setting up the Twitch poll. “Now whilst that’s sorting itself out I’ll answer some of your guys’ questions, Q&A moment.” He crosses his legs on his chair and puts his hands in a praying like way with his fingers by his lips.
“SallyxWilbur4ever donated £1.50. Wilbur, when are you going to be,” The computer-generated voice pauses, “doing a new lore stream?”
“Ahh, good question, I have a plan for the next lore stream so be expecting new lore coming up. Can’t say much though, just that you’ll want to be there.” He smiles keeping the answer vague but intriguing chat.
“DNFisReal donated £5. Mr Soot, when are you going to get bitches?” Wilbur laughs at both the username and how ‘bitches’ sounds in an auto-generated voice.
“Umm, I dunno chat, bitches is kind of Tommy’s thing although,” He pauses thinking of (y/n), “I met this really beautiful woman the other night,” He pauses again.” “I’m not saying she’s a bitch! She’s not, she’s not a bitch! Oh god!” He buries his head in his hands then reads chat. ”No chat. I am not blushing, I am not red.” He sighs dramatically. “You know what I’m gonna call Phil, he’ll stand up for me!” He moves closer to the camera and puts his hand by his mouth fake whispering. “Also, he won the poll so suck it.”
He grabs his phone off of his set-up and scrolls through his contacts till he reaches the right one. He faces it towards the camera and shows the viewers the contact name. Chat goes wild and fills the feed with ‘Dadza’ and ‘lol’s.
‘Phil - Crow Father 💣🟩⚪’
He presses the phone button and calls him, it rings for a few seconds before he picks up.
“Phil, Phil, I’m on stream!”
“I know, I was watching it, mate.”
“Wait Phil, I’m gonna put you on speaker for chat.” He looks back at the camera and smiles pressing the speaker button and moving it away from his ear. “Okay, you’re on, what’s you’re opinion on this, I think chat is just blatantly bullying me.”
“I agree with chat Will, you’re a simp.”
“Great! Bye, Phil!” He pushes the hang-up button as quick as he can but his phone turned itself off.
“Wait Wil-” He’s cut off mid-sentence as the call ends.
“Fucking traitor, you were meant to tell chat to shut up!” He says jokingly pointing at Phil through the screen.
-Time skip-
Wilbur scrolls through his contacts again looking for a specific one, he scrolls past it then having to scrolls back up to (y/n)’s contact. He clicks on it noticing his heart rate picking up, he decides to practice what he’s gonna say before pressing the call button.
“Hey, (y/n) come get coffee with me. Fuck, that’s horrible.” He facepalms.
“(y/n), date me.” He groans
“Hey, (y/n) wanna get a coffee with me sometime?” He takes a deep breath in then clicks the button.
“Hello?” A quiet voice answers. No reply.
“Hi, yeah, is this (y/n)? It’s Will.”
“Yeah it is me, Will, how are you?”
“I’m good,” He rushes out, “Hey, uh, I was wondering if you would like to get a coffee with me sometime, or not, you don’t have to, or we could get food, I just thought-” He panics and forgets the simple question.
“I would like that a lot, when do you want to get coffee?” Her sweet voice rings through the phone.
“Umm, yeah, umm, does Saturday work for you, maybe?”
“Yeah! That’s great, I’ll meet you at the coffee shop by the train station at 3’o clock on Saturday?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
“Okay sounds like a date, bye Will!”
“Bye.” A sigh of relief leaves his lips. “I really fucked that up.” He laughs to himself hand on his head. “I’ve got a date,” He chuckles muttering to himself, “I’ve got a date.” He spins around slowly in his chair smiling.
Hope you enjoyed this short oneshot, tell me if you want a part 2 to this which would include the date and more fluff!
If you liked this follow for more!
#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot#fanfic#mcyts x reader#youtuber#twitch#streamer#(y/n)#x reader#minecraft#philza minecraft#philza
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muse - wilbur soot x reader
request: au where reader is friends with ycgma wilbur and finds out that he wrote most of the songs in ycgma about them - anonymous
pairing: ycgma!wilbur x reader
wc: 0,8K
a/n: thank you for requesting this is such a lovely idea!! i had so much fun writing this <3
“alright, it’s really late. i’m gonna head home.” you say while streching and getting up from the couch. you get the bowl of popcorn and go to bring it to the kitchen. “wait hold up, don’t forget that sweater you left here last time. i’ll go get it for you.” Wilbur says. you yawn and sit back on the couch. you let your head fall down on one of the pillows, closing your eyes. you can’t fall asleep here. but the thought of that dreadful car ride back is making your eyelids even heavier. but yet you force yourself to open them again. you let your eyes glide over the stuff in Wilbur’s living room. it’s really messy, boxes, books and a single shoe just laying on the floor. Wilbur’s guitar catches your eyes, and you sit back up just as you hear Wilbur coming down the stairs again, a black hoodie that belongs to you in his hand. you take it from him, and pull him down on the couch with you.
“can you please sing me a song before i leave? one of those new ones you wrote that you told me about?” you can tell he’s hesitant. which is weird, normally he loves singing you songs. “eh i don’t know...it’s pretty late, we can do it another time, i think it’s best if you’d just go home now-” you cut him off by getting up and grabbing his guitar for him. you hand it to him “bullshit. come on Wil, just sing me a song. please” he sighs. “Y.n i’m not- fine, i can’t say no to you.”
he rolls up the sleeves of his striped- knit sweater and posistions his fingers to the chords. you’re excited he’s finally going to play you one of his new songs, usually you’re the first one to hear it once he writes a new song, but Wil just got so icky about these songs, telling you they’re weren’t good enough yet, or he still needed to work on the chord progression. so you’re glad you finally convinced him to play them to you. he clears his throat and shoots you a quick look before playing the first riff. you smile at him, but as soon as you hear his voice, you notice there’s something different.
“i thought i couldn’t love anymore, turns out i can’t, not for the same reasons as before, i use everyone i ever meet, can’t find the perfect match, abuse those i love, while i ostracize the ones who love me, back.”
your stomach feels like it’s turning and your throat feels dry as he continues singing the lyrics. slowly, you start to regognize the words. words that he has said to you, senteneces that feel awfully familliar.
“i hate to say it, but your sister was right, i’m nothing but a problem, leave you crying over night. i hate to say it, but your sister was right, i’m a wanker, complete wanker, a fucking waste of time.”
his voice trembles, as he mutters the last line. you try to meet his eyes but he looks away. “Wil..-” you say, trying to get him to look at you, but he cuts you off. he clears his throat again. “that one- uhm that one is called your sister was right. i- Y/n i know this is weird. i know and i’m sorry. im such a loser. but please let me play you one more.”
you knod. your heart is racing. he wrote a song about you. Wilbur wrote a song about you. you don’t have much time to think it through though, as he’s already playing the intro to the next song.
“wasting your time, you’re wasting mine. hate to see you leaving, a fate worse than dying. your city gave me ashtma, so that’s why i’m fucking leaving. and your water gave me cancer, and the pavement hurt my feelings.”
as he’s singing the next song, a faint smile appears onto his face every once in a while. your eyes keep lingering on his hands. god his hands are beautiful. they look fragile, yet so strong. his fingers dance from fret to fret, landing on the exact right places, it looks so effortless when he does it.
after finishing the second song, he look finally looks at you. you just stare at him, you don’t really know what to say. what is the appropreate thing to say when your best friend who you’ve also had a crush on for years sings you a song that he wrote about you?
“please say something.” Wilbur says, breaking the silence.
“Wil...how many of these songs are about me?” you ask.
he chuckles. “how many of these songs aren’t about you? every song i’ve ever written, maybe contiously, maybe uncontiously, was about you, Y/n. it’s impossible not to love you. i’ve tried, trust me. i’ve tried not to love you. i can’t. i simply can’t.”
#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot drabble#wilbur soot fanfic#wilbur soot fanfiction#wilbur soot angst#wilbur soot fluff#ycgma#your city gave me asthma#your sister was right#jubilee line#wilbur soot mcyt#wilbur soot dsmp#mcyt#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt drabble#mcyt fanfic#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt angst#mcyt fluff#mcyt dsmp#mcytblr#dsmpblr
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Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fcking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings.
Look at me, mixing two things I love
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Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
Shout at the wall
'Cause the walls don't fucking love you
- jubilee line, Wilbur Soot
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Your city gave me asthma
So that's why I'm fucking leaving
And your water gave me cancer
And the pavement hurt my feelings
-Jubilee Line, Wilbur
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So This is The Fic I WroteAbout the Boys
idk what to call it but here it is
Quick warning before you read: parents fighting, implied homophobia, anything else I need to tag lmk
ALSO I listened to Jubilee Line by Wilbur Soot the entire time I was writing it
I was also asked to tag @crybabyddl so here u go <3
Wasting your time
You're wasting mine
There was something in the air that night. Something that gave the boys a gentle switch of tone. A signal that they were the only family they’d need.
It wasn’t easy managing everything that he was going through. He’d barely been holding on to not only his grades, but the band and his social life. It wasn’t what he wanted to happen. He wanted a nice family dinner with his mom and dad. His dad just had to find out about his next gig. Tension grew around the table and it ended with a regretful “I hate you” spat into the living room.
The next hour was spent in his room. He couldn’t return to the scene, his mom’s gentle weeping could be heard through the hollow door of his room along with his dad’s attempt at reassurance. He stopped staring at the stars he stuck to his ceiling years ago and grabbed his bag. For once, he was thankful his room was on the first floor. He slipped out of his window and started the long, but calming walk to the only place he knew he could go to.
~~~
Usually, it was easy for him to ignore the muffled screams through the walls of the house. Tonight was different, however. The insults his dad threw at his mom, who he supposedly loved, started to sting a little more than any other day. He’d tried to muffle it out with a pillow over his ears, even tried humming to drown it out, but no luck. It was frustrating, having to be the only level-headed person in the house.
The longer he was alone with the fighting, the deeper he got into his own head. Whatever was going on outside that door couldn’t be love, he told himself time and time again. Yet, he never seemed to believe it. Just as he started getting trapped in his own head, a gut-wrenching curse was thrown from one parent to the other. That’s when he’d drawn the line. He pulled himself out of his own thoughts and unlocked the window, slipping out into the salty air.
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The disapproving stares from his parents seemed to hit a little harder as he walked into the kitchen wearing the pink hoodie he knew they hated. He pretended not to hear the slur his dad muttered under his breath as he scanned the fridge. The word lingered in the air for a second longer than he was comfortable with. He’d settled for a bottle of water and escaped back into his room, avoiding the two pairs of eyes burning judgement into the back of his head.
He’d tried so hard to be “normal” for them. Until he realized that he was normal, and that they were just bigots. He laid in his bed with his headphones in, Whitney playing through the speakers quietly, afraid that they’d still hear her through the door. No matter how hard he tried, his mind drifted back to the disapproving looks that fell over his parent’s faces the day he’d come out to them. The clouding of his mind seemed to pull him away from his home and out of his window.
Hate to see you leaving
Fate worse than dying
Your city gave me asthma
That's why I'm fucking leaving
Your water gave me cancer
The pavement hurt my feelings
They’d all been suffocating in their own homes. The places they thought were supposed to be their safe spaces...yet they’d never felt truly safe there.
The cold air that hit his face was a gentle reminder of the tears that were slipping down his cheeks. As he pushed the pedals of his bike forward, he’d used the sleeve of his flannel to rid of the trails on his cheeks. His mind kept racing, still. The feeling of regret trickling in, but not deep enough to make him turn back. He’d pushed forward once again, letting go of the handlebars for a moment to simply exist in the calm.
~~~
The trail in the woods definitely wasn’t his favorite, but it helped him sift through his thoughts. The rustling of the trees provided almost a drone that kept him grounded. Of course, it wasn’t his prefered method of releasing stress, but it was the quickest route. So he pushed forward, picking a few leaves off the trees as he passed, tearing them apart so he could do something with his hands instead of picking at his cuticles until they bled.
~~~
The gentle breeze had drawn his thoughts away from the scowls and towards his safe space. He may not have been paying attention to where he was going, but he’d been on this path too many times to count, so it was basically second nature at this point. The passing cars gave no second glance to the seventeen year old they drove past on the highway, all too busy to get to their third party of the night. It didn’t bother him, though. He’d always made up stories for the people driving past.
Shout at the wall
Because the walls don't fucking love you
Once he’d arrived in the garage, he dropped his bag on the couch and sighed, the stress from the night disintegrating into the concrete floor. He walked further into the garage, not even bothering to turn the lights on. He took a deep breath before kicking a pillow across the room. Pulling off his hoodie, he laid down on the couch, draping it over his chest.
It was silent for a moment before the second boy walked in. “Luke?” he asked softly, unsure if the boy on the couch was asleep.
“Hey, Reg,” Luke answered without even opening his eyes. “Bad time at home too?”
Reggie didn’t even have to answer before Luke was up off the couch, leading him up to the loft of the garage. They laid over the bags of clothing and guitar cases, the small hole in the roof letting moonlight seep through, illuminating the boys’ faces.
“Wanna talk about it?” Luke asked, running a comforting hand over the bass player’s shoulder.
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the rails
And he did. For a few minutes, he’d let out every thought that was lingering in his mind for the past month. Some of them not even the reason he left his house that night. But, although he was crying, it was a relief for him. Like any negative feeling that filled his being dissolved into the air above him and left the two with a sigh of relief afterwards.
Their comfortable silence was interrupted by the garage door opening for a third time that night. The blonde immediately noticed the faint sniffles of one of his best friends in the loft. To which he climbed the ladder and joined the pile, trying to hide the fact that he had been crying on the way here.
But, they noticed. And Luke asked him the same thing he’d asked Reggie twenty minutes before. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the tube line
There's a reason
That London puts barriers on the rails
And he spoke his mind. They let him release that tension. It came with some crying and self-doubt, to which they responded with supportive comments and comforting touches. But, he’d started to finally recognize the difference between how he felt about himself versus the way others made him feel. And on his face, a smile broke through for the first time that day.
“What about you, man?” Alex asked Luke, who’d been so generous to let the others pour every piece of themselves out on the floor.
He usually never shared in moments like this. He’d never admit it, but he always wants the others to be okay before he’d ever share what was on his mind. Even then, he wouldn’t spill the whole story, just enough to make the others content.
And after they’d all spoken their hearts out, they looked at each other. And that was the spark that made them realize. There was another gust of wind that came through the hole in the roof that finally knocked out any negative feelings that were left. Reggie sighed contentedly, leaning further into Luke’s side as he played with his necklace. Alex tapped out a rhythm on his legs, staring through the hole in the roof, the stars laying out a familiar pattern for him to trace in his mind.
The silence ended with a sigh from Luke, “This is the only family we’re ever gonna need,” he explained softly. “There is nobody out there who understands us. Except for us.”
Both Alex and Reggie nodded. Alex laid back against the garbage bag filled with Luke’s clothes. Reggie curled further into Luke’s embrace, a soft sigh of relief escaping from his lips as he let sleep take over. Luke kept his comforting touch continuing for Reggie’s comfort. He waved Alex over to the pile, to which he complied, resting his head in the guitarist’s lap, tapping a different rhythm into his knee. It continued until Alex succumbed to the sleep that had been tugging at his eyelids for the past 15 minutes.
Luke looked at his two best friends and nodded. Although this wasn’t the family he’d particularly wanted, it sure was the one he needed.
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wasting? your time
you're wasting? mine
hate? to see you leaving
a fate? worse than dying
city? gave me asthma
im? leaving
water? gave me cancer
pavement? hurt my feelings
#hotel? trivago#wilbur soot#jubilee line#cancer tw#dying tw#asthma tw#this is so stupid im sorry djdjdj
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your city gave me asthma
so that’s why I’m fucking leaving
and your water gave me cancer
and the pavement hurt my feelings
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