#meet you

[baby-grayson]

Your New (Fake) Boyfriend|| Wilbur Soot x Reader

Blurb: When some jerk starts hitting on you at a coffee shop, you lean on Wilbur, the nearest kind looking face, for assistance. (a/n: catcalling)

“Could I have a medium cappa-” 

“OH MY GOD!” a voice cried out from outside the door to the coffee shop. You whipped your head around to see a tall, gangly blonde boy talking into a camera and walking into the coffee shop. He was accompanied by a statuesque, older boy with floppy brown hair and wireframe glasses. With them, was a fair-skinned older man who was shushing the blonde boy as they passed through the threshold. 

You turned back to the cashier, “Sorry- urm, medium cappuccino with oat milk, to go please?”

You paid and then moved aside to wait for your order as the raucous trio behind you moved up to the counter. 

You found a place to park yourself, listening to the sound of milk steamers and teapots go off in the kitchen while the rambunctious blonde boy was once again scolded by his companies for asking for ‘cum’ in his coffee. 

“looking good tday” the voice was low and grumbly, you nearly didn’t register it. “i said looking good today,” a rather rotund man took a step toward you. 

You looked up to see a pair of beady eyes peeking through from under a bushy set of eyebrows on a bright red face. 

You nodded in acknowledgment and went back to your phone.  

“Bitch,” he grumbled, taking a step toward you.

It was at this point you noticed that most of the other coffee shop patrons had made an effort to distance themselves from the episode. 

You started cussing in your head. He stepped toward you again, “y’know i’m a bitch tamer baby.” 

Your eyes flickered in front of you, landing on the tall older boy with the wireframe glasses. You silently wished for fortune and reached out a hand, grabbing at his elbow. He immediately looked down, startled at the gesture.  “Hey, baby, what time did we have to be at the train...babe?” Your words ran together in a nervous blunder. You looked up to catch his eyes, hoping he could see the worry and desperation in yours. It was then you realized how tall and and grand his presence was. 

The man behind you started murmuring things under your breath. Your eyes widened at the boy as your fingers gripped at his forearm. 

Through a miracle, he used his other arm to shuffle in towards him, between him and his other two friends. “I think a half an hour, but we should get there early.....sweetie.” The last was slow and coaxed out of his mouth in a way that made you want to laugh.

Hearing him speak to man must have convinced your unwanted caller that his attempts were futile, as the sulked into the corner of the room and stopped bothering you. 

When you felt sure that he was gone, you sighed deeply, “I’m so sorry,” you started, “I didn’t want to bother you, I didn’t mean to-” 

“It’s alright,” his voice started calmly, “glad I could help.”

“Thank you,” you smiled up at him and was glad to see him sharing the expression, looking at your with kind eyes. 

“Do you want to have your coffee with us? You can stay if you’d like.” 

“Oh no, I shouldn’t, but thank you.” You then realized you were still holding onto his wrist, “Oh, sorry,” you let go. “Is that,” you bit at your lip, “is that normal? Sorry again, I just moved here.” 

He shook his head, “It’s not, proper weird actually. Sorry if you just arrived, that’s not normal.”

You nodded, feeling somewhat reassured that your new friend quelled some of your nerves. 

“Where are you from?” he asked curiously, “I’m Will by the way.” 

“I’m Y/N. I’m from the States, just moved in down the road.”

The rude man stepped up to get his coffee order from the counter, eyeing you and Will closely. You responded but shuffling in closer to Will, to the point where there was nearly no space between your chests. 

“Will?” you mewed.

He looked down at your sweetly, “yes.” 

“Can you walk me to my door? It’s just down the block.” 

“Of course, I will.” 

As Will escorted you out of the coffee shop and down the street, you kept your eyes glued to the floor in some parts fear and some parts embarrassment. Will hovered close to you, trying to keep a respectful but protective presence. He opened the door for you and you smiled up at him as you walked through it. 

When you both were out of earshot, Tommy looked at Phil and spoke with his mouth full of croissant, “why’d will look like a tomato?”

Phil chuckled, “I’ll tell you when you’re older.” 

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x oc #wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur soot x you #coffeeshop #fluff #blurb #concept #mcytumblr #dsmp #meet you

[downfalldestiny]

We love who we love 💔 !.

#life #love #Perfect for you #The one #reality #realistic #Meet you #commuted #downfall #downfalldestiny #Cheating

[yeesiine]

I'll see you in another life. When we are both cats.

#another life #cats #see you #meet you #there

[binging-asian-dramas]

Meet You. 8

Story: 8

Acting: 9

Chemistry: 10

Comparable to: ?

This is a fluffy lighthearted historical cdrama. It has a very unique spin to the old and tired cliche evil relatives want to overthrow good type of storyline. Each episode is about 30 minutes with being 12 episodes long. It’s entertaining, quirky, and hilarious. It’s a nice little hidden gem of a drama.

#meet you #cdrama #viki #zhu li lan #zhang quian yi #huang tian qi #kong qi li #kiwi Lin #wang hong qian #li yu su #historical #romantic comedy #wuxia #drama #arrange marriage #short

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

I'm a cryptid in Stardew valley. I live on the outskirts of town. I disappear for days on end, purchasing daily one-way tickets to the calico desert. Nobody knows where I go while I'm there. Can occasionally be found fishing at random spots throughout town. I am never not running on at least one triple shot espresso. I take the abandoned minecarts to get around and am frequently seen disappearing into the sewers. I carry a sword for some reason. Once every week or two I will stride into your bedroom to deliver you your favorite meal. I'm a self-made millionaire. I attend all the town events and will go to your concert in the next town over. I have donated approximately 2583 items to the local museum and singlehandedly revitalized the town community center. There are rumors I can talk to junimos. I'm friends with the local wizard

#Stardew valley #most common meeting place for me and my girlfriend is level 20 of the mines #I'm so proud of her 🥲 #i give her spicy eel that i got from killing monsters in the skull caverns #seriously can you imagine having someone like that in your town lmao

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

#[📍regular broadcast!] #the sillies #thank you to everyone who has interacted with me over the past few days HEHEHE #asks will be put off until tonight ; i have 2 more meetings hehe

[maxgicalgirl]

Being a “Fun Fact !” kind of autistic is all fun and games until you get halfway through sharing an interesting tidbit and realize that it probably wasn’t appropriate to share in polite company and now you have to deal with the consequences :(

#autism #neurodivergent #adhd #fun facts #GOD I’m such an idiot #anyways now a 10 year old is out there looking up swear words online and it’s all my fault :( #I got so excited by the fact that I knew a fun fact #that I didn’t stop to think that maybe not everyone knows that fun fact for a reason :( #it’s like explaining how to successfully bury a body at a book club #or explaining the dangers of Scientology to your sister’s boyfriend the first time you meet him #or debating gay sex positions with your best friend in front of your mom #no matter how much I wish to be a beacon of knowledge in this world #sometimes there are things others just don’t want to know #and consciously that’s valid but the autism ? I does not care

[chloesimaginationthings]

I always forget Michael is British in the FNAF games,,

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #michael afton #mike schmidt #fnaf #sister location #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #this is their first meet btw #totally canon I promise #I love you Michael Afton even if you’re British #the only valid British person

[ceniwen]

zhongli please stop cosplaying as a human your adeptus has social anxiety and can't cope

#zhongli #xiao #xianyun #it's so funny how all these hags (and venti too) #are all just acting like they dont know each other #and incredibly human #nice to meet you fellow human #and xiao is just here #he almost died watching zhongli and venti talk #my art #genshin impact #art

[itspileofgoodthings]

Good evening I hope I am not just a mutual to you but someone you would get coffee with if we were ever in the same town

#low-key a dream to do a road trip situation and meet several of you

[baby-grayson]

Your band is LoveJoy's opening act. But is it yours and Will's only act? (1.3k words)

Acknowledgement: huge thank you to @lyssys for being so gracious and generous, granting me permission to use the premise from this post 💖

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Wilbur Soot, ever the romantic, had never fallen for a girl so fast. Climbing out of the car, his head turned at the sound of an innocent giggle. He looked to see you sitting on top of an amp being wheeled into the back entrance of Greenwich's O2 theater. A roadie twirled the cart around as you laughed out loud, swinging your head to avoid the door. He felt the corners of his mouth curl upward before Joe snapped him out of it.

Stepping into the theater, a part of him absorbed the sight of twenty thousand seats that would soon be filled with cheering fans while the other part of his attention was caught by your smile from the other side of the room.

You turned his head for the rest of the morning: he spent every available minute during rehearsal looking for your smile. He should have been focused on soundcheck, referencing speaker in front of him and talking to his bandmates. Instead, he stole clandestine glances across the room as if someone else owned the airspace.

He wasted too much time admiring you. Sitting next to you, his mouth went dry.

Cardboard trays of fish and chips covered the picnic table. At the opposite end, your drummer, Max, showed Ash his sleeve of tattoos. You sat across from Will at the end of the table. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, so heavy he furiously took sips from his Evian bottle.

"What was your name again?" you bit off the end of a fry.

"Uh-whu," his mouth hung for a fraction of a second, "William." He finished with confidence.

"Yeah," you dipped another fry in ketchup, "You have Will energy".

A laugh jumped out of his throat, "What does that mean?"

You smiled wickedly and gulped down the fry. His smile was radiant, but up close his eyelashes became the most special part of his face. They were delicate and brushed the top of his cheekbones when he closed his eyes to laugh, reaching the balls of his cheeks when he smiled. The more playful he got, the more they danced around his face.

You cracked a smile and went back to eating. His eyes shifted from side to side to check if anyone else was marveling at your mouth.

"What does that mean?" he asked again, a warm tint to his voice.

You shrugged and thought for a moment, "Will energy...I don't know," a pensive pause, "just British enough to be princely, but not enough to be at home in West Philadelphia."

His eyes squinted, his eyelashes nearly touching each other. You shrugged with moxie and returned to your food.

Next to you, Joe spoke to one of your bandmates about a song LoveJoy was trying to write based off of Poe's Annabel Lee.

"He was always the victim, wasn't he?"

"Edgar Allen Poe?" Will looked at you incredulously.

"Yeah," you face said the silent 'duh' that followed.

"How?" He laughed as he pushed the syllable out.

"Well, the whole poem is him blaming the gods for taking her from him. A love so strong the deities had to intervene," you lampooned the last word and shook your head, expressing your disappointment at the long dead poem. "If he didn't play the victim, he would write a poem thanking the deities for letting him love her at all."

Will cocked his head to the side slightly, "Interesting"

"He should have been grateful for a short, vibrant love....better than no love at all," you said matter of factly.

"You know Poe?" he tried to calm the excitement in his voice but felt the enthusiasm sneak out with the last word.

You nodded, "Yeah, from a past life."

"Your past life in the year 1650?" he prodded.

"I went to uni for classical literature for a while, before I met up with the rest of them." You nodded to your left where the rest of your band sat.

"Impressive, I always really liked old literature like that, the romantic type." He cursed at himself silently for not being more confident with his words. "If you like Poe, try Vonnegut," your self-assuredness only made him feel more self-conscious, "all of the darkness and torture of Poe with all of the sparke of science fiction."

"I'll check it out." The two of you shared a smile across the table.

He replayed your lunch conversation more times than he would care to remember, rewriting his lines to be whittier and sharper. But the constant replay only made him blush harder, in a way that made the pink tone of his face reach the edges of his beautiful eyelashes.

Watching you from backstage, he felt compelled to be nervous about being minutes away from playing a large theater. But he sat on a stool, keeping his gaze on you and imaging you were playing an entire show just for him.

Will made a grand decision hearing you sing the last chorus of your opening act. His heart bounded, daydreaming about sleepy sunday mornings where he strummed his guitar and listened to you say smart things about your favorite stories. He envisioned a world where he could play with your hair and say things that made you laugh, matching your quips.

He ran rough hand through his messy hair, sucking in his bottom lip. His lungs swelled and fell as his breaths prepared to keep his pulse under control.

Will knew he couldn't let you go, so his anxious heart beat took a back seat.

With a riffing guitar and a strong drumline, you bopped from one side of the stage to the other. Am I the only one looking for substance?

Am I talking to myself? Is anyone out there screaming at the walls? I can't relate at all, relate at all Fuck the theatrics, what happened to classic? Give me the real shit, give me the magic

"Thank you O2!" You shouted into the microphone. You grinned, feeling pure adrenaline flooding your veins. "Now please help me welcome Love Joy!"

You ran from the stage, your feet barely touching the ground.

Will wrapped a nervous hand around your wrist once you were on the other side of the stage.

"Hey," his voice sounded like a whisper over the crowd. Behind you, the sound technician were resetting a few more microphones. "Hey," you were breathless, your chest bounding with each breath.

"Wannagooutafterthis?" Will's face was bright red, moreso than yours.

"What?" your face folded in confusion. "Do you- want to" he tried to speak up, "Go out? After this? Maybe?"

You pulled back, your eyes going wide. Will's face felling, anticipating your answer before it left your lips.

"I have a boyfriend."

Will's heart sank as Joe dragged him onto the stage by his arm.

#wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x oc #meet you #dsmp #wilbur mcyt #fluff #youtuber #fanfic #wilbur soot #angsty #wilbur soot x you #dream smp #dreamsmp #i want to write

[downfalldestiny]

يوماً ما سنلتقي على فنجان قهوةٍ ☕ !.

#حياة #life #love #downfall #downfalldestiny #حب #عشق #حنين #لقاء #مقهى #كافيه #جلسة #معك #حبيبتي #جميلتي #قهوة #Coffee #With you #Meet you #One day

[lazylittledragon]

you know when you hesitate to commit another crime and the camera cuts back and he’s just there with the wettest eyes

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #tavstarion #it’s unstoppable force meets immovable object at this point #i’ve had this in my drafts for WEEKS #also i forget the name of the armour i put him in but it’s the one that gives you cat’s grace and also a crop top

[beggars-opera]

“Avoid these fashions that look dated” “10 things not to wear over the age of 30” how about I’m a goddamn adult now and my personal style that makes me happy is none of your business

#fashion #let me have my 2003 meets 1953 wardrobe alone #I’ll show YOU who looks professional #I know multiple people who refuse to wear modern clothing at all #just love your life

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[feyburner]

Guess who got hit with a de-aging beam 👍🏻

Page one text:

Dick: Let’s see, you’ve met ✨me✨, Duke, Dami, Al… who else is around…

Dick: Oh hey! It’s Jason!

Jason: Uh.

Timmy: Jason………. Todd?

Dick: That’s right!! (Wow, good memory!)

Jason: Hi.

Dick: T-TIM?!

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Bonus:

#tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #bat family #dc #droring #sometimes you’ve already had a very long and confusing day and you are simply not prepared to meet your hero 😔 #this was a groupchat concept that rapidly spiraled out of control. see also: mammutblog #timmy au