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heartofwritiing · 10 months

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Rest Easy

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

summary: Wilbur overworks himself which results in him falling asleep in your lap in the studio. based on one of an idea I had from this

authors note: I was feeling a little bummed so I wanted to write something quick and fluffy I hope you guys like it!

warnings: fluff, one swear, unedited, and not proofread, please ignore any mistakes!

The text you got from Wilbur when you were on your way to your apartment was short but sweet.

-Gonna be home later than usual, working on a bug in the studio with a particular song. don't wait up for me if you’re hungry love you <3

It was only around 6:45pm which was a bit late for him work wise. So, since you were close by anyways, and your stomach was growling to eat something, you headed straight for the studio a few blocks away. Making a small stop at the sandwich place on the way he always raved about.

You knew his order by hear so you didn’t bother messaging him, plus you wanted to surprise him.

Arriving at the studio you entered the control room, noticing the red light was on indicating the band was recording. You quietly shut the door behind you, and John-their music producer- swiveled around in his chair to give you a small wave. Everyone else you could see through the glass window in the recording room was chilling with their respective instruments as you guessed, waiting for instructions.

You could hear a backing track of guitars and drums play through the speakers, as the warm baritone voice of your boyfriend mixed in with the instrumentals lulled you into a state of comfort.

"Fuck," he swore through the mic when he messed up a line. It echoed through the speakers reverberating off the walls. He just wanted to get this last bit right and then they would be done. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out at his minor outburst of annoyance. you swore you thought he could hear you through the padded walls because his eye line met yours through the window, a look of surprise crossed his face. Lifting your hand that held the bag of food with a wave, his eyes lit up with alleviation and gratitude, he motioned for you to come in.

You somehow maneuvered your way passed all the wires and various equipment strew all over the studio without tripping. Wilbur Pulls you into and bone crushing hug after a few hours of separation he couldn’t wait to get his arms around you.

“You didn’t have to bring me food,” he says pulling back, giving your cheek a quick peck.

You give him a frowned look. “who said it was food for you, smart guy?” Jokingly of course.

Wilbur just deadpans.

“Come on, you went to my favorite sandwich place,” Wilbur lifted your arm still holding the take away bag to prove a point. He saw the logo of the shop on the front. “walked two blocks just to bring it to where I am.”

Damn, he caught right on to your ruse. You rolled your eyes playfully and threw up your metaphorical flag in defeat.

“okay, fine you caught me, I thought id be nice and bring you something to make sure you don’t starve, especially after such a long day, sue me.” You stepped closer once again to give a kiss to his lips.

Wilbur hummed in appreciation before leaning in.

“and that is why I love you,”

“because I bring you food?”

“precisely my love,”

Joe who was scrolling through instagram on the loveseat against the wall was listening to the whole exchange with a smirk pulling at his lips until he spoke up.

“You two are disgustingly cute,”

You pulled away from Wilburs lips reluctantly and turned your head to the amused Joe, who you didn’t even know was still here.

“we try our best,” you shrug.

You trudge over to where Joe was sitting and plop down beside him while Wilbur gets back to work to finish up this last line. Not knowing he was gonna be here you didn’t think about getting Joe something but he waved you off saying he would get something afterwards.

Watching Wilbur sing into the mic was a whole thing. He seemed so lost in his words when he sang, concentration purely written across his face as his throat muscles bob with each note. You thought he constantly so good but today he just looked so damn good. His hair was fluffed in a particular direction, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and his eye brows scrunched as he pressed his full lip’s against the pop filter.

You felt so dumb at the jealousy of an inanimate object surging through you as you watched him wet his lips with his tongue and they brushed the mesh.

He must’ve felt eyes staring at the side of his head because, he turns his head in your direction with a smirk and that glint in his eye that makes your body heat. He sends you a wink as he finishes a word, then quickly puts his attention back forward.

Happily, about a few minutes later, Wilbur came to sit next to you, munching away at his sandwich. You both chatted away about your day eventually he had to get back to finish up the recording.

About half an hour later you were both still in the studio. Joe had already left but Wilbur was adamant to get this last track perfect.

"Wil, honey?" you called out, he lifts one headphone and he raises his eyebrows at you.

"I think you should rest, just for tonight, you've done so much and you looked exhausted, and it's getting really late we should head home." concern laced your voice and made him consider stopping for a moment.

You had checked the time once again peering at your phone and saw the time read: 1:33 am. But you knew him too well.

It wasn't fair of him to keep you here all night. You had work in the morning as well. Wilbur felt the guilt gnawing at his chest, the yawn in his voice telling him to rest. rest. rest.

"I'm sorry love, just two more lines and I promise, I'll be done.

He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead quickly before turning back around again.

You always loved Wilbur's determination, but he sometimes could overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. Noticing the growing bags under his eyes and the grogginess increasing in his voice every day, you knew he was over-working himself. Non-stop for the past five days. The new Lovejoy ep was causing him so much stress, he put too much pressure on himself, which worried you immensely. He would go to the studio early in the morning, get home late, fall into bed next to you, get up the next day, and do it all over again. He was tiring himself out more than usual and it wasn't good for him.

You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly in the same spot, fighting off sleep. In your peripheral vision, Wilbur stood in front of you startling your occupied brain. He moved when you noticed him and he laid his head down in your lap, his long legs dangled over the arm of the couch before you could say anything.

Wilbur buried his face in your tummy as his hand snaked around your waist so he could cuddle into you further. It was an odd position he was in, but he seemed cozy.

"you tired?" you tilted your head, running your hands through his messy brown locks. Wilbur hummed at your touch and nodded in response.

"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you," he mumbles into your shirt.

Sometimes you hated his stubbornness, but you loved him so that made up for it.

Not even a minute passed and Wilbur was already softly snoring in your lap like a tired cat. You giggled at your boyfriend and admire his calm features, running the pad of your pinky down the bridge of his adorable nose and watching as he twitched at the contact. A faint smile spread on his lips. He looked too peaceful, so for now, you'd let him sleep. You were happy he was finally getting some well-deserved rest anyways.

"Rest easy, my love."

End

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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

Have a good day!

my darling, husband

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

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

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

words; 2.3k

pairings; cc!wilbur x male!reader

pronouns; he/him

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

Plus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But-"

You smack his chest, "No, go!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Darling, it's your interview--"

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

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

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

"Ready?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Liar."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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10piecechickenmcnugget · 8 months

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happy maybe maybe not birthday wilbur soot!!

#mcyt #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur soot #lovejoy #lovejoy fanart #lovejoy wilbur #10pieceart #image id in alt text #<- featuring the shittiest image id of all time

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maple-leifarts · 10 months

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i cannot express how genuinely worried i am for this next sorry boys season. like. tommy gets buried alive?? charlie gets dissected???? (again might i add) zombies???? ominous dark cave/building????? like wtf have you been brewing up tommy are you okay

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if-you-feel-lonely · 2 years

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write hcs about wilbur soot falling in love with and eventually dating a shy baker girl? like, she's super sweet and shy and isn't super loud or outgoing and she just kinda likes to do her own thing and bake sweets?

aaaaaaaaa this took me ages to get to but hey, better late than never!

I did assume this was cc!wilbur since you didn't specify, so I went with this. do correct me if I'm wrong, though! I love this prompt, so I'll happily redo it :>

Wilbur Soot falling in love with the sweet baker girl!

Oh my god when he saw you

He physically went 😳

It starts with him coming in every day

He literally has no reason to come in as often as he does, he doesn't have a sense of taste

It's not the pastries he comes for, though

It's the baker behind the counter that's even more sweet than her treats

Sooner or later, the daily visits turn into flirting

Well, him dancing on the line between flirting and joking whilst you listen and laugh

And later on, it blossoms into friendship. Well, what friendship you can see for seeing each other for maybe half an hour every day.

In a burst of confidence, you finally managed to respond to his hopeless flirting

"Do you have an extra heart? Because someone just stole mine." "Heart transplants? Already? At least take me to dinner first." "Happily. How does dinner at my flat sound? Maybe half six tonight?" "Sounds like a plan." "Great. Pick you up here?" "Sounds good!"

You know that clip from the "Wrong Number" comedy skip where the comedian suddenly sighs and says, "OH MY GOD THAT WORKED."?

That.

Both of you.

He seriously didn't expect you to respond like that. Not that he's complaining, though!

That evening, you go to his flat

Upon seeing his guitar, you start asking various questions about if he plays and what songs he plays - that sort of thing

Something between the two of you starts to click, and you both notice

Without realising, you start going on more and more dates

It starts off as once a month, then maybe every two weeks, then every wednesday evening, and then lunch at yours every friday afternoon

It's not something that you really discuss, it just happens

The fact that he has a girlfriend only really sinks in when he's discussing relationships with Tommy on stream

"Wilbur, how many dates have you been on recently? Are you getting many women?"

"Actually, I've been on quite few, recently."

"Getting all them hoes, eh?"

"Jesus Christ, don't say that to anyone, please. It's been with the same person; we've been going out for a while now."

He never goes any further than that, though

Chat knows he has a girlfriend, but they don't know much more than that

He wants you to have privacy, and broadcasting you across the internet is not the way to go about that

He might talk about your dates or the things you do together, but other than that, he tries to avoid talking about you while streaming

ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOTE-

He's very shocked to discover that you're genuinely just that nice

He always assumed it was one of those things where you act differently around strangers, but when you warm up to them, that changes

But no

You're just an absolute sweetheart!

Occasionally you might have days where, after a long day of work, you don't want to go out

On those days, you sit in either of your beds, and just exist with each other

Maybe you read or watch a film or something like that

all in all, 10/10 relationship

would recommend

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briarlovesclara · 2 months

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Regarding Wilbur Soot

As one can imagine, the past few days have been a whirlwind for myself and many in the mcyt/dsmp community. In light of Wilbur's recent confession, I wanted to get my stance crystal clear and out in the open. (cws for abuse mentions)

I support Shubble in speaking out, especially in her being incredibly brave.

I do not support the actions of Wilbur Soot.

Domestic abuse or violence is never justified.

Going forward:

I have unfollowed/will be unfollowing Wilbur on all social medias (apologies if I forget any or take time clearing them all out)

I will no longer be posting anything positive about Wilbur on this blog

I WILL be interacting with fan content about the Dream SMP, including content of his character. This will be tagged with #cw c!wilbur . If I forget, please feel free to remind me, and feel free to block the tag. This is because I believe in those stories and characters, especially Ghostbur. I support people who are distancing themselves from these characters. I support if you do not feel comfortable interacting with me because of this.

I am currently working on changing my theme away from 'AYA?' (2/27/24)

I will be waiting for responses from CCs such as Philza, Quackity, Tommy etc. before casting judgement. I understand this might take time. I openly support those who have already spoken out against his actions.

Please allow me a small amount of grace as I navigate how I will approach Lvjy content from now on. UPDATE: as of now I have removed them from my circle of music.

As always, any negative opinions about cc!s do not extend to system alters. Whether you are a factive, fictive, attatched to a source, or any other connection-- you are welcome here.

I do not regret being a part of these communities. They have brought me such joy and friendship that I couldn't bear to. The only regret I have is any monetary support I may have given Wilbur in the past.

I also recently reblogged posts before there was confirmation of Wilbur's identity asking people to focus on Shubble rather than tracking the abuser down. I was very careful in my reposts and I stand by being cautious, especially as I had not watched the VOD (it was taken down at the time and I didn't want to invade Shubble's wishes-- I took lead from the Shubble Updates Twitter account).

Thank you. The community will get through this together. 💕

EDIT LOG:

1. Changed PFP

P. S. I never condone doxxing, harassment, or death threats online for any reason.

2. Added lvjy clause

3. Lvjy update

#mcyt #wilbur soot #cc!wilbur soot #cc!wilbur #psa #shubblesupport

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metrixnos · 1 year

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Flower boy

#dsmp #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #cc!wilbur soot #that photo was so #oh my god #pretty man #also i loved his bouquet of tulips #i love tulips

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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—"Camera Flash"

—Tw: None

—Notes: Back on my bullshit. Tagging @lyssys and @zooone for shits and giggles. Return on the king /j

—Song: "cold weather" By Glass Beach

They hated him.

He had the better camera. The better reviews. The better compliments chalk full of five stars from dazzled reveiwers he flashed that million dollar smile at. The better clothes. The better computer; one that didn't need to be smacked on the side everytime it froze.

They hated him and his cocky smile. The way he practically floated above all their heads on a pillar built purely on his superiority complex.

(Y/n) hated Wilbur Soot and would untill the day they died.

"Honestly love he's not too bad of a person. You should give him a chance. Not like you have a choice."

They were all sitting in the break room; Niki, Puffy, and (Y/n) I mean. The later of the bunch was frowning at the paper—precisely the paper printed by the company they worked for—eyes darting back and fourth between words written by none other than their self proclaimed arch nemesis as they pretended to not hear their pink haired friends words.

Niki took a sip of her coffee quietly after speaking into the cold silence radiating off her grumpy friends. A few pink strands of hair were pushed behind her ear as she went to speak again.

"If you would look past his outer layer you'd see a whole lot more (Y/n)." She spoke softly, gently placing down her tea cup. From next to her fiancée, Puffy nodded. Her rainbow colored hair bounced with the quick movement, a hand sewn pirate hat courtesy of Niki the only thing containing the unruly mess.

A curt no was all that (Y/n) responded with. They flipped to the next page of the LMANBURG TIMES to read yet another "astounding" and "jaw dropping artical" by fucking Wilbur.

"You're gonna have to though babe." Puffy popped a bubble in the gum she had been chewing, the color of it almost as rose as Nikis hair. "Boss' orders."

"I know it's boss' orders. I'd much rather be fired than ever work with that prick." (Y/n) snapped back, the hate and vemon in their voice directed at the absent Wilbur rather than their friends. (Whom at this point were sharing a knowing look filled with exasperation.)

"You say that now, but I know for a fact more than an hour without your bed you'll be a mess."

They went to argue but all that came out was a grunt.

"It's just one interview side by side with him anyways (Y/n). If things go bad, which I guarantee they won't as long as you put effort into being nice—" Puffy heavily enunciated that part "—then we'll take you out to whatever restaurant you like tonight. My treat."

That certantly caught there attention, eyes peeling away from the newspaper to look a them.

"Any restaurant?" (Y/n) echoed.

"Any. But you have to make an effort." Niki responded for her partner with a light smile.

It took a second. The two girls could both see the cogs turning in their brain, weighing the pros and cons of agreeing to this. Apparently the promise of free food won.

"Fine. But when I make you both take me to that expensive place downtown I don't wanna hear it." They responded with a crooked smile, all of them knowing full well that (Y/n) would feel bad about it the moment the bill came around and try to pay them back later.

They all shook on it with little grins on their face, those smiles filled with giddy friendship turning into giggles as Puffy accidently knocked Nikis mug of tea over and hit the floor.

God (Y/n) hoped this deal would be worth it.

The deal wasn't worth it.

(Y/n) could feel their frown lines deepening with each extra moment spent in his presence. And based on the occasional eye roll sent their way, he felt the same.

Wilbur Soot was currently gripping the handle of his 2006 Honda with the strength of a thousand men, jaw tight and knuckles whiter than any snow to ever touch ground. (Y/n) was sure if they looked down at their own hands currently balled into enraged fists, they would look the exact same.

The silence was loud. It overpowered everything from the putter of the cars engine to the meaningless tune playing on the radio inbetween them. As far as they were concerned, the automatic door lock was the only thing stopping them from heaving themself out of the moving vehical and into the street. That and the promise of a free dinner later tonight.

A slow inhale of breath could be heard next to them, a false smile filled with artifical warmth relaxing Wilburs face as he went to say something other than "get in" for the first time since they met up over an hour ago.

"Alright. The interview won't take long, given we are nearly there." He spoke with almost a chirp in his voice. (Y/n) recognized it as the same tone a customer service employed would give to someone.

"All we need to do is ask a few questions about this year's crops a—"

"I know." They cut in sharply while smoothing out the hem of their pants instead of looking at him. "I read the report."

From next to them Wilbur took a deep breath. Barely contained annoyance wouldn't even begin to describe the look on his face right now.

"Then you would know that you're supposed to be taking pictures while I talk to the local farmers I assume."

"What? Why me! Why should I do all the hard work while you sit there and write a few things down and leave!"

"Would you like me to take the pictures then darling." The pet name rolled right off his tounge accompanied with a vat of pure, concentrated spite added to it.

"No. You'll just find some way to fuck that up too." They grumbled, turning away from him to look out the window and up into the grey sky's.

It was only a few minutes from then that the car stopped, signaling that it was time to unpack the gear from the back of the cars trunk. They did this, along with making the trek to the local farmers market, in silence. The kind of silence that came with sharing a hotel room with someone you hated, or being pared into a group project full of slackers in school.

The rest of the prosess went a lot smoother compared to the bumpy car ride there—both figuratively and literally. They both made sure to keep a fair distance from each other, (Y/n) snapping many a picture of vegetation and smiling farmers just happy to be in a big newspaper while Wilbur did what he did best and charmed paragraphs of material out of the hard workers. In fact, as they had just finished up and were both walking back to the car in that same stony silence, (Y/n) briefly thought about how despite the car ride and arrival there, that things seemed to have gone off without much of a hitch.

If only the universe didn't hate them.

A flash of brown, the feeling of something cold, and a few papers flying in everywhich way came and went. (Y/n) barely had time to recognize that they had just slipped in mud, falling into Wilbur and taking all 6'5 feet of him down with them. Including all of the work they had just completed.

No one said anything for a split second, Wilbur hovering over them in an awkward possition and breathing heavily from the fall, his cheeks flushed with the effort of catching himself so quickly. Only the soft drip of mud and chirp of wildlife dared to sound.

"I can't fucking belive this!" (Y/n) snapped. Mostly at themself, but judging on the way Wilburs eye twitched lightly, he had taken it that they were talking directly to him. "Can't even hold onto the work that we, no, I just did! Now I'm gonna have to go back to the office and decipher all this past my shift! Probably while you're out with all your mates getting a beer or—or whatever assholes do in their spare time. I can't belive its not enough that you have to be better than me in everything you do Soot, now you have to ruin my night to."

It might have gone on like that forever. Wilburs arms on either side of (Y/n)s neck, the person below him ranting untill he could practically see steam pouring from their ears and wafting up into his face, fogging his glasses.

Then—

"What is your problem with me."

They stopped talking.

"What..?"

Wilbur pulled away from them, now resting across from them on his knees. He ran a hand through his hair, only pausing to cringe at the feeling of mud being slathered into his scalp. He had forgotten about that.

"Whats your problem with me." He repeated after another moment. "I get that you don't like me—"

(Lie)

"—Hell, I don't even like you—"

(Another lie)

"—but why the hostility. It's like you're waiting for something to go wrong just so you can snap at me."

(Y/n) opened their mouth quickly. Probably to say something quick and witty like "becuase your a bastard, asshole" or "I get free food out of it" but closed it the moment they thought about what he had really said

They—well—they genuinely couldn't think of a reason why they didn't like him other than he was annoying. And that was based off what? His flashy camera? Niki had one of those too and they thought she was the sweetest person in the world. What then, his charm? Puffy had plenty of charm to rival even Wilburs own and she happened to be one of (Y/n)s closest friends.

So then why did they hate him.

"I think." They swallowed. "I think I was jealous. Am jealous."

"Of what."

"You. Your work, your personality, your ability to act like this perfect guy who's living his dream." They had sat up now, as eye level that they could get to Wilbur. "I don't know. I guess I've always seen you as this pompous suck up. Or maybe even just someone better than me. And that scares me."

Wilbur didn't say anything for a moment.

Then the corner of his lips twitched up. Untill he broke out untill a smile. And that smile morphed into a grin. Eventually that grin became—

"Laughter?"

Sure enough, Wilbur was laughing. (Y/n) had half the mind to reach over and punch him stright inbetween the eyes, but the other half told them to hold on.

"Why in the absolute fuck are you laughing."

"Becuase!—" He paused to stifle his laughter. "—I feel the same way about you."

It took a second for (Y/n) to entirely prosess that, but the moment they did, a small chuckle rose in the back of their throat.

And a moment later they were doubling over with laughter almost twice as loud as Wilburs.

Any farmers that would've passed them at the moment would have thought them to be crazy; covered in mud and leaning on each other through a laughing fit. But clearly the two wouldn't notice the judging glances; nor care.

Eventually their laughter died down to occasional giggles, stomachs hurting with the after affect of such an event.

Wilbur smiled.

"You know. You're not so bad (Y/n)."

They smiled back at him softly.

"Right back at you Soot.

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brett-is-afraid · 10 months

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tommy anon again!

yeah thatd be cool!! tysm! sorry- shouldve asked abt the agereg stuff LOL

You're totally good, no worries!! /gen

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🦝 - ❤️ - 🐈‍⬛

🎸 - 🐰 - 🧥

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the-wilburverse · 8 months

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Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room full of Wilburs. The Wilburs made me crazy.

So some people on character.ai made Wilbur Soot bots. My friend and I put them all in a chat room and this is the official highlights blog!

Here is the chat!

#wilbur soot #wilbur #dsmp wilbur #dsmp wilbur soot #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur soot #sootcest #bursonas

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heartofwritiing · 1 year

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Jitters and good luck kisses

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

authors note: just a short little blurb i had floating around my brain if the reader was dating wilbur and she joins him on tour for support lol. more wilbur fics are cominggg!!

warnings: Wilbur having anxiety, fluffy fluff, pda, short, unedited! if their is anything i missed let me know!

pre-show was always filled with anxiety for wilbur.

He's not exactly sure where his anxiety stems from when it came to performing, but it seems to be a combination of various factors. His overthinking brain tends to focus on potential mishaps, like messing up lyrics or strings breaking. However, he has rehearsed and there's no need to worry about these things.

He tried to clear his mind by shaking his head, hoping to expel the constant noise bombarding him, but it didn't work.

The opening act concluded fifteen minutes ago, and he sensed the audience becoming restless and excited about his band's performance. This caused him to feel increasingly nervous.

Wilbur had always been eager to please others and wished for everything to go smoothly in every circumstance. He had no desire to let anyone down, especially himself and the numerous individuals in the packed venue that had sold out within minutes.

He was still on cloud nine from everything recently. his band was finally taking off and getting more recognition. He was finally making a name for himself and was feeling proud of all the hard work he had put in. He was ready to take on the world and continue to make more music. He was determined to stay humble and keep learning, no matter how successful he became.

As his loving girlfriend, you were immensely proud of him. You stood by him through thick and thin, supporting him every step of the way as he chased his dreams. To you, nothing was more important than seeing him genuinely happy, and his passion for music brought him just that.

Remember that you left to get water five minutes ago he is anxiously pacing on the side stage again, wondering where you are. You went to the venues small "dressing room", which consisted of a mirror, a sofa, and chairs in a musty old room that smelled heavily of cigarettes. He expected you to return by his side sooner.

For the past month, you have been there every other night to wish him good luck with a kiss and cheer him on from the sidelines. You sing along to every single song.

You could tell that he was at ease when you were around, observing him from the sidelines and listening intently to every note he sang. His natural on-stage presence was undeniable and it was clear to you that he was meant to be there.

You were always there for him as a comforting presence whenever things took a turn for the worse. Though he felt guilty about relying on you for emotional support, he knew that your love for him surpassed any such concerns. Your mutual support for each other was a source of joy and strength.

Wilbur nervously chewed on the skin around his nails while Joe next to him tried to calm his nerves as well. Meanwhile, Ash and Mark engaged in casual conversation. Wilbur couldn't comprehend how they managed to stay composed before performances. If they did feel anxious, they never showed it.

“How are you guys not freaking the fuck out?” Wil questioned Mark and Ash, as he now was fiddling with the pegs on his fender.

Ash just shrugged. Great input.

“I used to but now it’s like not as much, since when I'm out there it kinda goes away like a switch is flipped in my brain to not be as anxious,” Mark explains.

Wilbur could agree with that. He experienced the same feeling every time they performed. As Mark mentioned, a switch would turn on in his mind, causing the bright lights and muted sounds of the audience to fade away. All that remained were the sounds of his own voice and his bandmates playing passionately in his ears.

"Okay guys, just one more minute before it's time for you to go on!" The stage manager gave them a thumbs-up before heading backstage to ensure that everything was ready to go one last tiem.

Wilbur’s eyes fell back to the spot where he last saw you disappear and felt his heart beating against his ribs. Panic settling in again.

As another minute passed, he worried that he wouldn't have enough time to kiss you before he went out. Mark was the first to go out due to his queue, followed by Joe and Wilbur could hear the fans cheering as Joe waved to them.

Just as Ash was preparing to take the stage, you rushed in through the side door and approached Wilbur with an anxious expression.

"I'm so sorry. My mother called and wanted to check in on me," you explained.

Wilbur noticed your panicked state and approached you, moving closer until your chests were almost touching.

"It's alright. I'm just relieved that you arrived on time. I was just about to step out," he exhaled, feeling as though he had taken his first breath in minutes.

Being close to you again felt like he was grounded and not lost in his thoughts. Regardless of the time and distance, he always felt your absence and missed you dearly.

As you smiled at him, Wilbur felt like he could die from the sheer beauty of the moment. The apples of your cheeks were so round, and the look in your eyes made it clear that you belonged to him.

He loved you so much.

"Of course! I couldn't let you go on without a kiss," you playfully remarked.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks tenderly and you both leaned in simultaneously until your lips met. It was soft and had nothing but your love and admiration poured into it. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just enough time so that when he pulled away your lips felt tingly with excitement.

You took his hands in yours and kissed his knuckles while gently squeezing them, letting him know that you would be waiting for him after he finished his set. He took a deep breath.

“go be a rockstar,” you kissed his cheek.

As you stood before him, he leaned in and placed one last soft and tender kiss on your forehead. The moment was too precious to resist the urge to kiss you one last time. He held onto your hands until you were too far apart to hold on anymore.

He then turned around, his guitar securely strapped to his back as he strode confidently toward the center stage. The microphone stood tall and proud, waiting for him to deliver his musical gift to the eager audience.

You watched in awe as the man you loved nervousness instantly floated away, as Mark counted into the first song and played his heart out. You never got tired of seeing him be so in the moment when he presented himself in front of an audience.

Wilbur approached you after the show with his heart pounding in his ears and a smile stretched across his face. The stage attendant took his guitar, and he embraced you in a bone-crushing hug spinning you around You could feel the excitement radiating off of him as he set you down. Sweat clung to his shirt and skin but you didn't care.

"That was one of the best shows we've done!" he exclaimed. "The audience was really engaged and enjoying it. I'm so proud of the band!" His happiness was infectious.

He looked into your eyes and smiled. It was important for you to let him know how proud you were of him. You have told him countless times, but you never got tired of telling him.

"I'm so proud of you honey!" you beamed.

Wilbur left your side to go congratulate the rest of the team. the rest of the band gathered around to celebrate together as You watched on in admiration as Wilbur interacted with each of them so effortlessly You felt immense pride seeing how far they had all come in such little time.

You couldn't tell what they were talking about as they all nodded at something Joe had said and separated to get ready to pack up and get back on the tour bus.

There was a look of love appearing on Wilbur's face when he looked back at you. You felt a warmth in your heart as you returned his gaze. He returned to you and embraced you once more, burying his face in your neck. As he bent over you, your hands threaded their way into his damp curls.

"Thank you for being here, I honestly don't know what id do without you." he sighs into your ear.

Your heart fluttered at the softness in his voice and you tightened your grip around him.

"I'm glad I could be here. I love you," you whispered the last part so softly that you doubted he could hear it.

Until he whispered back so affectionately; "I love you too,"

You both left the venue hand in hand as you walked with the rest of the group to the bus to get ready for going out for drinks at the local bar to celebrate another great night.

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mysticalsoot · 8 months

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tomorrow you can fly

A/N; thanks to @poraphia 's post earlier tonight w photos of will in eyeshadow- we now have this fic I wrote in an hour- soooo- go check out their blog and maybe like take a read here- FYI this is so incredibly self indulgent, reader is just me. this is what its like with my dr s/o. he calls me bunny, I love it. let me be happy.

summary; reader does wil's makeup and helps him get ready for a show!! a bit of anxiety ensues but nothing a bit of soft wilbur can't help!!

tw// anxiety, seperation anxiety, wil is shirtless briefly, barely suggestive but slightly, will gets his makeup done?? very autistic coded reader and kinda will too!! reader is called bunny and bug, very cutesty petnames, fukin sue me

words; 3k

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

masterlist

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"wilbee?" you call softly for your boyfriend, humming and swaying around the flat as you try to find where he's getting ready for his gig-- or rather where he's hiding.

"mm, yes baby?" he calls after you, and you peak into your bedroom, hurrying to stand behind him and wrap yourself around his body as he looks through his side of the closet. you place a kiss on his back, your fingers running over his stomach.

"whatcha doin, lovey?" you hum, resting your cheek against his back as he stops, looks down and chuckles. he turns in your grasp, smiling down at you and holding your face in his hands. you note how small your face feels compared to his grasp, it's nice.

"im trying to get ready, bunny."

a soft smile on his lips as he leans down, practically bent over to place a kiss on your lips before another lingering kiss is placed on your forehead. you grasp at his sides, hands grabbing hold of the fabric of his shirt as you stand tall on your toes to reach him better.

"can I help?" you tilt your head to the side, knowing the answer is yes.

"of course, lovebug," he smiles and turns back to pick out a few tops, you grab onto his free hand, wrapping yours around his finger as he walks over to the bed and places the shirts down, "which one, hun?" he looks over at you as you inspect each one, thinking deeply and searching your brain for each memory of him wearing the choices laid in front of you.

the one on the left is his favorite doomed sweater, everyone knows it. but it's August, and much too hot for a sweater, let alone when he'll be all sweaty. you hand it to him and shake your head.

"aww, but it's my favorite?" he whines playfully, a gentle smirk on his lips as he tosses it aside in the reading nook you both put together. he'll deal with it later.

"I'd rather you not get heatstroke," you hum as you glance between the two other options. one is a white button up, the other being a tighter fitting white tshirt. you point to the Tshirt and nod up at him, "that one, can I get you a jacket, baby?"

he nods, smiling as he takes the options you dismissed and puts them away. you follow him to the closet, almost like a lost puppy, which isn't uncommon for either of you. you're attached at the hip, even at home.

you look through his jackets for a moment or two, while he's deciding on jeans and shoes. he'll get you to pick socks out for him, you like to mismatch them and make sure they're nice and colorful for him. you glance between a green jacket and a black one, both of which are decently light and shouldn't make him sweat much more than he would on his own. you him as you try to grab the green one, pulling it off the hanger and bringing it to him, where he stands in front of the dresser.

"this one," you hum and put it on top of the dresser, the shirt and jeans picked out.

"socks, darling?"

you nod and quickly pick a pair of Minecraft socks.

"love--"

"stick to your roots, wilb."

you smile and look up at him as he shakes his head and kisses your cheek, holding you against him for a few moments before he breathes in and sighs.

"can I do your makeup?" you look up at him, chin rested on his chest as his hands find your hips and rub the bone with his thumbs.

"how do you plan on doing it?" he leans down, a few soft kisses being placed and drug along your neck. gentle, loving motions not meant for anything but to say 'i love you, I'll miss you'.

"eyeshadow, your waterline eyeliner aaaaannd maybe some highlight?" the list is light and would look decently natural, besides the eye makeup, but getting to make him all pretty before a show sounds beautiful. getting to sit on his lap and practically draw on his face with powders and eye pencils, his hands on your hips--it sounds like heaven to you.

"I think we can agree on that," a kiss to your cheek and a quick little peck to the lips and he's across the room and in the bathroom. the water starts and you take that as a cue to move, going over to your vanity and setting out what you'll need.

you decide to take out some of your lipstick too, just a small idea you feel like springing on him. you sit there for a few moments before you quickly jump into bed and look out the window for a bit. just watching the tide go in and out, he's a quick shower guy so doing anything that could take more than five minutes, wasn't the best deal. so looking out the window, from a distance might I add, was a good deal. you don't like being too close to the large windows by yourself, you prefer when wil is there behind you. then, if you fall through the big glass windows, he'll fall with you. morbid, but sweet in a way. or that's what your sister Grace, says. either way, you don't mind.

it isn't long until Wil is out of the shower and bathroom, a towel wrapped around his torso and another towel drying his hair.

you look at him for a moment, trying not to gawk as you notice his stomach, the small bit of fat he has there. soft and squeezable and wonderful for laying on, the v-line just below that makes you blush. then your eyes dance to his waist, where it comes in a curve, a small dip that drives you crazy. you glance away when you see him smirking and he shakes his head at your silence and rosy cheeks.

you look back at him a moment later after a loving little scoff leaves his lips and your eyes widen when you see him about to shake his hair out.

"wil! no! you're not a dog, babe!" you squeal out as he shakes his hair out, right in front of you as water droplets shake off everywhere. you're squealing and giggling until he stops and he laughs, lunging over you and attacking your face in sweet kisses, his damp curls tickling your face.

"how's that, hm? better now? you've forgiven me?" he smirks as he pulls back, finger running down your jaw and resting under your chin. he pulls you in for a quick kiss and you pout up at him.

"I've told you no dog shakes. it's mean."

he simply chuckles and shakes his head, letting the towel drop and quickly changing into his clothes. his hair dries quickly, so he doesn't bother with the hair drier. plus, he knows you hate the noise, and with how quiet you've been today, he doesn't want to agitate your nerves any further.

after he's dressed, he sits down in the chair at the vanity before patting his leg, "c'mere, baby," he smiles and you oblige quickly, easily slipping into his lap facing him.

you hold his face in your hands for a few moments before a kiss to his forehead, and then you twist back to grab the concealer you keep for him, he's much too pale for anyone else's.

this isn't your first time either.

you smile as you scoot forwards, his hands landing onto your hips, holding tightly and covering more space on you than you thought was possible. you dab a few dots of concealer in a few places where he gets more blemishes, and then a couple quick swipes under his eyes. you recap the concealer and put it back on the vanity, grabbing the sponge and dabbing it around. he shuts his eyes and sighs softly, fully content in the domesticity of the moment. you've both been awfully quiet today, he's been so pent up and stressed about the night's gig that he hasn't had much to say, and you on the other hand, aren't always the most talkative. at least on your bad or mediocre days. on good days you'd be smiling and talking wil's ear off, which he loved. it reminded him you trusted him, and felt safe to freely speak your mind.

today was a more anxious day for you, so silence was resorted to most often. nothing happened in particular, you just sort of woke up uneasy, sick to your stomach and messages you had gotten from some of wil's acquaintances didn't make you feel better. as always, he'd hum and kiss your nose, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs and muttering 'youre worthy, you're smart, you're beautiful. no one else's words dictate your self worth, mkay?' it's sweet, how much he loves you. how desperately he loves you and how far he is willing to go for that to be known. you've never felt so loved and appreciated as you have when you're in his lap, or his arms or simply in the same room as him.

when wilbur is there you are safe, loved and appreciated and those are things you haven't always felt, and for that, you're thankful to him.

after the concealer is blended, you move onto the eyeshadow, tapping the brush out after you dipped it in one of the green tones. you apply it to his eyelids as he tries not to giggle at the way it tickles, his lip being between his teeth to help keep it contained. his fingers tighten on your hip bones for a few minutes as you finish up with the other eyelid. then you add a bit of shimmer shadow to it, for some sparkle. you're quick with the eyeliner, dragging the pencil gently on his waterline, knowing it's his least favorite part.

as you add the highlight to his inner corners, nose and various other spots on his face, you hum with a smile, "I have an idea, could I tell you about it?"

he hums as a yes, smiling as he looks down at you, just slightly.

"what if I put some red lipstick on me and then kissed all over your face and neck and a bit on this white tshirt here?" your words are spoken slower than most times, partly because of the exhaustion of being anxious for a whole day and partly because it insinuates a bit of mischief to your words.

"yes, please, my love," he smirks, loving the idea of going on stage with kiss marks all over his face and neck. what a way to show who's he is, hm?

"wonderful," you're quick with finishing up the base, before you apply the lipstick marks. his cheeks and jaw are heavier in the kisses, and then some more are placed on his neck. you have to reapply the lipstick a few times and after youre done you pull back to look at your work, smiling in satisfaction at your job. Wil looks in the mirror, smirking before kissing your chin.

"it looks beautiful, baby. you did such a good job," he coos softly, a kiss to your cheek as you step off his lap and he stands. you press your hand to his chest as you shake your head.

"almost forgot, lip balm."

he nods and quickly dabs some on his lips, shaking his head and chuckling at how thorough you are.

you help pack his bags and carry them down to the van, and after his guitars and other things are up, he steps aside with you, holding your face and leaning down to meet your eyes.

"promise me you'll be okay? you won't be bored at all?" his eyebrows are all knitted together and you giggle at how worried he seems. you'll be fine after all.

"I'm gonna be fine, I promise. you need to have fun at your show, wilb," your smile is sweet and genuine, and you giggle at every kiss his lips leave on your face. his thumbs rubbing at your cheeks when he pulls back makes you smile even wider.

you didn't want to go to the show, but you didn't tell him that. you simply said you were much too tired and thought staying back and resting was a better option. in reality, his fans scared you a bit. and sometimes you felt judged. it was best to stay at home with your current state of mind anyways.

a few goodbye kisses and a long hug where he picks you up and spins you and then he's off and you're going up the stairs back to your flat.

you're putting away the makeup from earlier, and then head out to the kitchen to put together some leftovers for yourself, bouncing and swaying on your feet, a stim you enjoy most when you're alone. or with wil, but sometimes being with him is like being alone, in an oddly cathartic way. he makes you feel safe, like you can truly be yourself, in the same way you can when there's not a single prying eye. because his brown ones never pry.

you spend your time busying yourself, crocheting different projects you've had going, playing stardew and putting some of wils vods on the TV to help with background noise, and your separation anxiety.

sometime between then and now, you fell asleep on the couch, curled up in pillows and blankets, all nestled in and comfy.

long hours are spent asleep, until the very late hours of night, 2 or 3am and the door is creaking open, shutting and locking. you smile to yourself in your half sleepy daze. you try to pretend to be asleep, knowing that wil would cuddle you if you were awake or asleep, but hoping he'd carry you to bed with him too, if it was the latter.

"love?" he calls softly, dropping his things by the door and shoving his shoes off before hurrying over to you, kneeling down by the side of the couch and pushing hair out of your face. you look up at him through your lashes and he smiles, you broke.

"hi, bee," you hum, reaching out to him and hugging him close, "how was the show?" you speak against his neck, breath fanning over the skin and lifting goosebumps across it.

"very good, the crowd was wonderful. really wish you were there, they would've loved you," he sighs, nestling his face into your neck as he slowly crawls onto the couch with you, laying half on you and half off.

"you have good fans, I don't doubt it," you avoid the other comments, and Wil notes this for later as he rubs your hair and hums to you. you lift your head to look at his face, noticing how his makeup is gone and you frown. he notices and speaks up;

"took it off at the venue, means I can cuddle you immediately," he smiles and you giggle, nodding happily as you stuff your face into his chest and let him embrace you, "ready for bed, bug?"

you nod and he holds you close, before sitting you up. he stands and picks you up by your waist, wrapping you around him and carrying you off to bed. he lays you down, tucking in beside you and kissing your temple.

"were you feeling okay while I was gone?" he asks with a quick chirp. he nibbles at your ear, before a kiss is placed under it.

"yeah, i just crafted and napped," you tuck your head under his chin, hands grasping at his shirt and his covering the top of yours, "you've got big hands," the words are blurted out immediately, without thought. it makes you reel into yourself, hiding your face as it burns red when you realize what you've spoken aloud.

"yeah? well, all the better to hold you with, mm?" he chuckles, shaking his head with a smile and looking out the window for a few seconds. he notices your stillness and reaches down to pull your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, "your comment didn't make me uncomfortable, I liked it. do you need to breathe with me?"

you shrug and he takes that as a yes.

he holds up his hand, outstretched, and takes a deep breath, putting a finger down for each second he breathes in. you follow his lead. he then does the same for holding, 4 in, 4 hold, 4 out. he does this with you a few more times before he notices your body more relaxed and less tense than before. he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer into his chest as he cradles the back of your head with his hand. his fingers scratch and massage at your scalp as you sigh in contentment.

"i didnt mean to say it," you shake your head, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"doesn't mean you didnt mean it,"

"i meant it," your response is quick and he smirks at how fast you respond, kissing the crown of your head before leaning back to look at your face.

he leans down, face in his hands as he kisses you ever so softly on the lips, love and care seeping into the touch and when you pull away, a slight tingle is left on the skin he touched. it's nice, like an echo of his love gets left behind with every graze of his fingers or lips or simply his touch. its addicting.

"sleep?" you whisper softly, a yawn seeping through your words.

he nods, and you curl up in his chest as you both shuffle and adjust in the bedsheets.

"goodnight, bunny," he smiles, eyes shut as he kisses your forehead.

"goodnight, bee," and with your words and his touch, slips away any worry that weighed on your chest, and now you feel light. maybe tomorrow you can fly, you hope its with him.

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

as a gift, here are the photos<3

#bee<3 #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur soot x male reader #cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #cc!wilbur soot #wilbur soot fluff #wil looks so good in makeup fuckin hell

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nekoma-not-lee · 1 year

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Day 3 - Asking For It

CC!Ranboo/CC!Wilbur PLATONIC

This is late but shhhhhh it’s fine, here’s the prompt list, it’s 5 am and I was working on my mc server and it was being rude so you’ll get another one today anyways lol

“I’m not doing anything until you ask for it~” Ranboo teased, as he held up Wilbur’s wrists above his head with one hand. They had to prevent further provoking and all that. Wilbur whined, “FINE! Can you please….t-tickle mehe…?” Wilbur had said it quietly, but Ranboo heard it. His hand let go of Wilbur’s wrists, “Can you keep ‘em up there for me, Wilblee?~” Wilbur flushed bright red and nodded, “I thihink sohoho…” Ranboo grinned, “Good!~ Tktktktktktktk~” Ranboo instantly vibrates all ten fingers on the sides of Wilbur’s tummy, causing the older to shriek and burst into loud squeals of laughter. He gripped the couch cushions with his hands, trying to bear the sensations and keep his arms up. “WAHAHAHAHAIT NONONOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD! YOHOHOHOU PRIHIHIHIHIHICK IHIHIHI WAHAHASN’T REHEHEHEADEHEHEHEY!”

Ranboo chuckled, “Well would you rather me start over?~ Wait never mind, that’s not your decision~ I’m not planning on stopping anytime soon, and you did ask for this, Wilblee~ Tickle tickle tickle~” Wilbur’s hands came crashing down as Ranboo’s fingers wiggled into his underarms. Ranboo stopped their fingers, and Wilbur’s laughter died down soon after, “Why- Why’d yohohou stohohop?” Ranboo smirked down at him, “You brought your arms down, you know what that means?~” Wilbur flushed, “WAIT! NononononoNONONOHOHOHOHOHO! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHE KNEHEHEHEHEES! IHIHIHIT SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!” Ranboo’s fingers had reached behind himself and grasped into Wilbur’s knees and squeezed the knee caps. Wilbur knew this was gonna be a long night, but he resigned himself to his fate…he did ask for this after all…and he was loving every second of it~

#neko’s ler leaning ranboo week #ler leaning ranboo week 2022 #neko’s ficlets #dream smp #dream smp tickle #dsmp #dsmp tickle #lee!wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur soot #ler!ranboo #cc!ranboo #ler leaning ranboo week

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gay-mooshrooms · 7 months

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Wow, I hadn't realized how much I'd missed Wilbur's streams

Like I just love his vibe and demeanor so much its insane

#moosh sploosh #cc!wilbur soot

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if-you-feel-lonely · 1 year

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Being Wilbur's younger sibling but closer to Jack

Warnings: Swearing, jealousy

A/N: i swear i'll post more, i've been really invested in school work recently, but I'm off school for christmas holidays!!!

This is inspired by @beeindaclouds's similar fics!! part one is here

For a while, you felt jealous of the bond between Tommy and Wilbur

You knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, but that didn't make you feel any different

It was always "Tommy this", "Tommy that" with him. You tried to ignore it - you really did!

But you couldn't help it

Don't get me wrong - you liked tommy. The two of you got on well together

But nothing you, him or Wilbur ever did would change your feelings

When Wilbur and Jack started talking and became friends, you tagged along on a lot of their outings

He made a lot of jokes at your expense about having to babysit you, hence you joining them, but it never took away from the fact that Jack did genuinely like you

In fact, he liked you so much that he started reaching out to hang out - just the two of you

You weren't a content creator by any means, but with how often you were hanging out during his streams, you might as well have been

He pushed you to do a lot of things you wouldn't normally have done /pos

He encouraged you to pursue the things you loved

It was weird - you two acted more like siblings than you did with Wilbur

Multiple compilation videos titled "Jack and Y/N being siblings for twelve minutes straight."

It was while before Wilbur noticed how close you were with Jack, and how distant you were with him

When he noticed pictures of the two of you on your social media, and his private accounts, he started having some suspicions

It only really sunk in when he found out you were moving to Brighton for university

Obviously, since you weren't a content creator, you had other ambitions, and you'd got into Brighton University with ease

When he offered to let you stay with him, and you declined, since you and Jack had already arranged for you to move in with him, it broke him

He didn't know what he had done wrong for you to choose his best friend over your own brother

Nevertheless, he moved on from it

If you wanted to spend time with Jack rather than him, that was none of his business

Maybe it pissed him off that you chose his friend over him - could he even say that anymore? He was your friend, too - but that wouldn't really mean anything, would it?

Okay, maybe he was a bit jealous. And maybe you knew and were just ignoring it. But hey, karma's a bitch sometimes! These feelings had been with you for far too long now, it wouldn't kill him to feel what you've been feeling

Speaking of, since hanging out with Jack, it had been a while since you'd felt that way

He made you feel appreciated in a way that Wilbur hadn't for a long time

You never told him why you always seemed so tense around him, and they thought it better not to ask

When Wilbur came to help you move your things into Jack's flat, there was a thick tension between you two

No matter what Jack tried, nothing seemed to break it

Finally, after two hours (though it felt like twelve), Wilbur left, and it gave Jack the chance to ask the question he was left wondering whenever it was just you, him and Wilbur

"Just out of curiosity," he began, awkwardly leaning on the kitchen counter. "Why are you and Will so distant now?" At your confused face, he elaborated. "Just 'cause you seemed really close when I first met you. Now you barely speak to each other."

"I mean, we were never really that close. Just hung out with the same people. Besides, he had other people to focus on, like you and Tommy and Niki." You explained casually, sitting on the counter opposite from him.

"Okay, you weren't like, best friends. But when he was here earlier, you were really tense. Both of you. It was weird - I've never seen two siblings so awkward around each other. Did one of you do something?"

"Jack, you don't want to know. It's just stupid and petty. Don't bother yourself about it."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. Besides, stupid and petty shit is the only really interesting shit I get to hear."

"I don't really know. He just always prioritised Tommy and you lot more than me, and he's literally my brother. Since we started hanging out, you've been more like a brother than he has for the past few years. I get that it's childish and shit, but it still pisses me off."

"It's not that childish."

"I can't tell if you're taking the piss or not, but if you are, I will be moving out."

"I'm not! It is fair - compared to him and Tom, you two might as well be strangers. I know what you mean. But it's not gonna change if you don't talk to him about it."

"But that's awkward and therefore I won't be doing it."

"I'll tell him if you don't want to do it."

"Fuck off, really? You'd actually do that."

"Well yeah, but you'd have to actually talk to him about it. I'll just tell him what you told me and get him to talk to you."

"I love you in the most indescribably platonic way possible."

Manifold to the rescue

True to his word, Jack did message Wilbur on your behalf

Which brought about the hard part, actually talking to him about it. You wanted to, yes, but you failed to realise that that would mean actually speaking to him about it

You did speak to him, though! And cried, since I can't talk about my feelings without crying and I'm in a #projecting mood /nav

He was nicer about it than you had expected him to be

And, although it started out tense and awkward, you two did start to build a better sibling relationship

And you stopped being resentful to Tommy, which was a miracle in itself

He had noticed your bitterness towards him, but he never really knew why (and he never would)

The result?

Countless videos titled "Wilbur and Y/N being siblings for eight minutes straight". It almost rivalled the videos of you and Jack or Tommy and Wilbur

But through all this, you still lived with Jack since, even if Wilbur lived only ten minutes away, moving is such a pain, and one you're not willing to endure again

#lonely writes #mcyt #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #jack manifold #jack manifold x reader #cc!wilbur soot #cc!jack manifold #cc!wilbur soot x reader #cc!jack manifold x reader #wilbur soot x sibling!reader #cc!wilbur soot x sibling!reader

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