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[ax-y10]

"I'm Just Tired"

In which- Your boyfriend looks increasingly tired and run down, and he finally breaks when he gets back from his tour.

A/n: you know that clip of young Wilbur saying "I don't thank myself for any of my accomplishments. That's why I'm not happy", this is entirely based off of an edit vid I saw of it. If any of you aren't happy, plsss dm me and I'll help you as best I can. Pls don't suffer in silence.

Chapter info: sad little pouty Wilbur, Wilbur not having faith in his abilities, kissing (cute little nose kissessssss), phone calls, exhaustion, nicknames (Wilbur from Lovejoy, sweetheart blah blah blah)

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Every call you had while he was on tour, he looked increasingly tired. Of course he was going to be tired, it was essentially a new city every night and you were going to allow that. But when he started looking exhausted, that was when your suspicion arose. He looked like he wasn't getting proper sleep, his texts were shorter, and his bandmates were messaging you asking questions. He wouldn't be losing interest, you knew him too well. But when he got back from tour, you asked him about it.

When you met him at the gate at the airport, you were almost taken aback by his appearance. He look disheveled to say the least. His hair in each and every direction, his shirt buttons buttoned wrong, his string on his sweatpants left undone, his socks mismatched, and the bags under his eyes dark and heavy.

"Hello, my little Wilbur from Lovejoy! How are you, sweetheart?" You spoke excitedly.

You were met with a strained smile, a low mumble, and arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You waved to Ash, Mark and Joe as they walked up to you, and Wilbur's loose hold on your waist tightened, desperate to get back home and lay in your arms.

You squeezed his shoulders reassuringly, letting him know you'd be home soon. You peeled him off of you and walked out to the car, him trailing behind like a lost puppy, Ash, Mark and Joe following.

It felt like the longest 45 minutes of your life driving home, telling the boys that they can stay for the night so Wilbur could stop whining, despite how adorable it was when he whined at each inconvenience. Every turn you took, Wilbur didn't bother holding himself up and let himself flop onto you. Every red light you stopped at he leaned against you and mumbled at his bandmates when they poked fun at him.

The smile on his face when you all got home and he got settled in bed was enough to warm up your entire day, even if it was a lopsided smile and a strained mumble of appreciation of a comfortable bed and his favourite person. The last thing on his mind was confrontation, so you left it for the morning when he felt better.

"Good morning sweet. How'd you sleep?" You asked, voice raspy and broken up from sleep, as you looked up at Wilbur staring at your sleepy face.

"I slept better with you here."

"Are you alright? You seem more exhausted lately?"

"Eh, I don't thank myself for any of my accomplishments. That's why I'm not happy. I don't thank myself for getting here, and being up on these stages and performing at festivals. I don't thank myself for my streaming success. I don't even thank myself for my friends and I feel horrible about it." Tears welling up and brimming his eyes, you pulled him back down to lay against you, squeezing him tightly.

"Darling, you are absolutely amazing. If you can't thank yourself, I can always assure you. And we can make sure we can fix it," a smile spread across his face and a nudge of his hand against your own was enough to tell you he loved you but wanted more sleep. You pressed a bunch of kisses along the bridge of his nose and the tip before fully relaxing.

"Alright, goodnight lovely. Get a bit more sleep and you'll feel better," You whispered and fell asleep with him.

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[xoxoamyas]

`` I love you ,,

rating : fluff/comfort, pet names used on reader [ darling, love, and doll ]

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

☆ . you've been overworking yourself, and wilbur has taken notice. he finally gets you to take that well-deserved and needed break. <3

note : i'm in a tiny bit of a writers block, so i decided to give something out of my depths a try [ i'm more experienced in angst ]. anyhow, i hope you enjoy it! any pointers at all are also appreciated, i love to hear them :]

masterlist [ ☆ ]

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“Hello, darling.” You're greeted by that soft, mushy tone Wilbur uses whenever he's in a mood. His arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders from behind as you sat on a computer chair, having been working away at editing something for your own projects.

“You haven't left the office in some time.” Wilbur rested his chin along the top of your head, successful in getting you to finally relax back into the seat and effectively a fair amount back into him.

“Hardly call this an office.” You give a light huff, not needing to glance around the room to mentally know how barren it still was. You hadn't had time between keeping up with your own projects and paid-for products for others to decorate the barren room. At most, it had a beanbag in one of the corners and a singular photo of you and Wilbur from one of your dates. One photo, and you had so many ready to be printed. You just needed the time to actually do it.

“I know, love.” He's trying to be understanding, giving a soft sound between a hum and general acknowledgement.

The moment sits for a good moment, and it just feels nice. It makes your mind go blank, not worrying over whatever deadlines were approaching, almost completely forgetting about what projects could and couldn't wait.

Wilbur quietly says your name, drawing your attention and thoughts completely to him. A nice, fairly relaxing feeling washing over you. Realizing just how heavily stressing you had yourself for the past few days. He's quick to grasp your dominant hand into his when you go to reach for the mouse to your computer again.

“Take a break, please. A real break, love.” You can hear the concern lightly lacing into his tone. Wilbur moves a bit, instead to slightly kneel beside you, your hand still held in his yet in an easy grasp that you can pull away from. You wouldn't have pulled away no matter what.

“I just need to save the progress,” you try to explain, ignoring the wave of nervousness that hits. The realization you were about to put your much necessary work down to take a break. Something you convinced yourself you didn't need no matter how much you truly did.

You can practically feel Wilbur's eyes flicker over you, likely seeing through whatever calmness you were visibly projecting. He removes his hand from yours, replacing the touch by letting his hand cup around your shoulder. On his way to standing completely, he presses a kiss to your temple. Seeing the application close a moment later, showing the homescreen of a picture you took and held sentimental value to.

You take his hand in yours again when he offers it, standing and instantly moving in. Wrapping your arms around his torso, and yeah, you've missed this. Wilbur's arms move in an automatic manner, efficiently pulling you closer to him as you press your face into his shirt. Just breathing him in for a few seconds, basking in the warmth he had all the same.

It stays like that, the two of you in a much needed embrace that had you both melting against one another.

“Bed?” Wilbur is the first to break the peaceful silence. It's definitely a welcome break of the quiet. Realizing just how much you've missed hearing his voice, feeling the way his chest moved as he breathed, listening to the way his heart beat when you pressed your ear against his chest..

When you finally nod at his question, having gotten carried away with that last point, he surprises you by suddenly wrapping his hands along the back of your thighs. Taking that as your signal and slightly jumping up for him so he can pick you up easier. Legs slightly curled along the sides of his waist, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. He uses both of his hands to support your bottom, making sure you were both good before he made his way out of the office.

You just mostly rest your cheek on top of his shoulder, feeling almost like you could fall asleep. Though, from past experience, you knew your legs would hate you if you did that.

Wilbur has to remove one of his hands a couple of times for doors, but you're mostly supported the entire time. He taps the bedroom door shut with his foot before moving towards the bed. Pressing one knee into it before letting you go through your theatrics and dramatics. He chuckles fondly as you groan when your back hits the comfortable mattress. Proceeding to give a sound of complaint as you stretch your limbs out over and off the side of the bed. You think bones that weren't supposed to pop popped, but that would be an issue for future you.

“What are you doing?” You queried with pure curiosity, watching as Wilbur moved himself off of the bed. Continuing to lay there, content in taking up the entire space as if you were a cat.

“Can't exactly sleep in jeans, darling.” There's a hint of amusement as Wilbur speaks. Laughing the slightest bit when you give a soft and long “ooohh” in return. “Work on getting comfortable, doll.” He partially motions towards the sheets you were laying on top of.

Any other day, you'd make some witty comeback, maybe a suggestive comment on him changing in front of you. You just don't have the energy for it at the moment, though. Mentally committing the moment to memory so you can be a little extra next time to make up for lack-thereof this time.

By the time Wilbur's finally in some comfortable pyjama pants, which were Grinch themed, you were under the covers and practically almost lights out just laying there. You feel him crawl into the bed, giving a content hum and moving on your side to face him, instantly hinting at not wanting to spoon.

“Hi darling.” Wilbur had a small yet sweet smile on his face, pulling you close by wrapping his arms around your waist. Both of you let your legs intertwine and tangle together as much as possible. You wrap your arms around his torso once more, happy to be holding him as he holds you.

“Hi sweetheart.” You hum right back, watching as he can't hold back the smile tugging into a borderline grin. Always one to be happy over the reciprocation of pet names. You loved watching him get all happy and giggly over it.

“Okay, okay. Try and get some sleep, love.” Wilbur moves, pressing a kiss to your nose. Having fully expected a more proper kiss, you pout at him, promptly making kissy lips at him. It just gets him to let out a light yet amused laugh, finally moving and pressing a soft, loving, and fulfilling kiss to your lips.

When he pulls away, you tuck your head right under his chin. Relaxing and enjoying the warmth that was provided inside and out.

“Hey, Wil?” You make sure your voice is a soft whisper.

“Yeah?” Wilbur moved one of his hands to trace light patterns along your back using his fingers, the action soothing.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[urcatslitterbox]

Wilbur: *bends down to kiss y/n*

Phil: “Mate you’re gonna hurt your back if you keep bending like that”

Wilbur: “they’re worth it”

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[poraphia]

"A Dancing Rockstar."

➵ PAIRING! cc!lvjy!wilbur x cc!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.8.23 | 1978 words

➵ CONTAINING! party with the qsmp members, brief mention of FitMC and JaidenAnimations, Tubbo being a drunk wingman, reader and wilbur are drunkk, dancing :o

➵ SAYING! hihi guess who tryna get back into writing! I started on this fic like.. a while ago but since this prompt one the poll here it is :))! hope yall enjoy and sorry i been leaving yall hanging i love yall mwa mwa

My masterlist :)

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I wasn’t much for parties, but if you passed me a couple shots of vodka and some damn good music then maybe I could get down to a song or two.

The party was getting loud and heavy. Bodies were sloshing around the dance floor, music rumbled the whole room, and silhouettes could only be defined in blue and pink. I sat on the couch, clutching my glass as I watched my friends dance while laughing and holding each other close. It was interesting watching from afar— seeing these people I had only met months prior in a Minecraft server now here and present before me having the time of their lives.

It was safe to say I knew most of the people here— it is a QSMP party plus some guests after all. I’d like to think I’ve talked to every single member there is to the server, whether they would be frequently active or log in every once in a while, but there was someone in this party I was dying to get to know. Though he only logged in for at max a month, he had a daughter, posed as a son under Phil, and even had some sort of gay romance with Quackity.

You know who I’m talking about.

The myth.

The legend.

“—Wilbur! Pass me another glass, would you?”

Yup. William fucking Gold.

He was here by convenience. Lovejoy was in the city for his worldwide tour and it just so happen that the stars aligned for him (and maybe a bit in my favor too) to be here.

I constantly glanced at him— He stood there next to the bar area and never really left that specific spot. His shoulder was pressed against the pillar wall while his other arm held his red solo cup. Every so often one of his friends would come up to him and spark up a conversation before retreating with other friends. Not Wilbur though. He remained firm in his position at all times, and his eyes would sometimes lurk amongst the dancing bodies. Maybe he was looking for an excuse to join in, but never really found his little reason.

I felt the weight of the sofa shift as someone took their seat next to me. It was Tubbo, who looked wasted, but had some sort of consciousness in him still. His arms sprawled out as he sunk into the cushions, letting out a loud sigh.

“Whewww! I am so… Dizzy…” He exhaled. I rolled my eyes before turning my direction toward him.

“That’s sorta your fault for drinking so much.” I commented. He puffed out his cheeks while squinting at me.

“Psh, I’m a big man now. I know what I’m doing.” He scoffed. “How about you? Doesn’t look like you’re doing much. You’re usually my party buddy here!” He exclaimed, sitting up.

I sighed. “I mean yeah. I guess I’m just a little buzzed.” I shrugged, my gaze leading itself back to Wilbur. His long limb wrapped around the pillar and his cup was now placed on a surface. His mind was occupied with the phone he was clutching in his hand. My head tilted a little at the sight and without realizing, a little smile was forming on my face. This sparked Tubbo’s curiosity.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking at..—” Before Tubbo could say anything else, I whipped my head around, causing him to nearly choke laughing. “NO WAY—! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON—?”

“BE QUIET! “I squealed. I jumped toward him and put him in a headlock while using my other hand to cover his mouth as I muffled his obnoxious laughter.

“Dude, shut up! It’s not that big of a deal—” Tubbo broke out of my grasp, sitting up and staring at me.

“Alright, so if it’s not that big of a deaaaal—” without a second to spare, he raced off of the couch and darted towards Wilbur, becoming a near foggy vision under the LED lights. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately stumbled after him. I burst through the dancing crowd, nearly slipping because of the sleek tile floor.

“TUBBO YOU BITCH!” I screamed. But it was too late. By the time I yanked the boy by the shoulder, he was already grinning sinisterly at the sight of Wilbur’s flustered expression. I pushed Tubbo aside, now putting me in the position where I was right in front of the man.

“Uh…” I croaked out. A part of me wanted to just crawl into a hole and die at this point.

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his head against the pillar while smiling down at me.

“Hey there. So uh.. What was Tubbo talking about..?” he asked, slightly side eyeing Tubbo, who was losing his shit laughing while clutching Fit.

“D-don't mind him! He was just kidding haha!” I tried to nervously laugh it off, but under the dancing lights I was a heated red mess. I glanced behind him, realizing there were spare cups and glasses of alcohol. Without thinking, I moved past him and swiftly poured my own shot before frantically gulping it down.

The alcohol burned my throat, but luckily it was quick to loosen me up. I whipped my head back to Wilbur, who had a mixed expression of shocked amusement.

“Wanna dance?” I quickly offered, holding out my hand. I knew I wasn’t thinking this true, but what else could I say to break the ice?

“I.. Uh.. sure..—?! Ah—!” without letting him get another word out, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor while occasionally bumping into the large groups of people. Some even took a double take at the sight of me dragging Wil.

Holy shit, this is so embarrassing. I thought. But I was far too gone to pull away. I turned around to face him now, bobbing a little bit to the music. He looked down at me, and with the red to his cheeks and the blue light shining down on him, his face was a sweet purple. The sight tugged at my heartstrings, and I felt my knees going weak.

If anything, I needed another shot. I turned to Tubbo, who was watching us with Jaiden and Fit. With my hand, I held up my thumb and pinky and held it close to my lips, indicating that I needed a drink. I watched as Tubbo ran off, leaving Fit and Jaiden confused. Chuckling a little bit, I turned back around to look at Wilbur.

He was sort of bobbing around, moving to the beat of the music. It was obvious that both of us weren’t completely feeling it, but all I needed was one shot and maybe I could help him start feeling the vibe. I watched as his lanky arms swayed from side to side.

I smiled a little. “Not much of a dancer?” I asked. Bashfully, he shook his head no. As if on queue, Tubbo ran up behind me, shoving a plastic cup into my grasp. Turning away from Wilbur, I brought the brim to my lips and chugged down the rugged taste. The alcohol rushed through my throat and into my nerves like poison, but I was back into the game. I shoved the cup back into Tubbo’s grasp and whispered him a quick thank you.

As if on instinct, my hands were on Wilbur’s hips, making him yelp in surprise. I picked up our pace, swaying to the beat of the music. Wil fumbled a little, not sure what to do besides move his torso with my consistent guidance. I decided to help him out, and as our hips grooved, I moved his hands onto my hips and rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Come on, you got this.” I smirked. A spark of boldness flamed in my chest, and the look on Wilbur’s face was my gasoline. He took one of my arms and backed away a bit to twirl me in place before holding my waist with his forearm, dipping me down so that my hair touched the glowing floor.

“I-I don’t even know your name!” He chuckled.

“Well..—” He pulled me back up, but I still remained close to his face. “Call me (y/n).”

We continued to dance to the music with our bodies intertwined. His leg was in between my legs. My arm was wrapped around his neck. His hand was on my hip. Our other hands were intertwined. It felt dangerous to be so close to stranger like this, but shit, did it feel right. For all hell, he could’ve been a mass murderer and I’m his next prey.. Although.. Looking into those eyes, I’m no better than a mouse falling for cheese on a trap.

“So how’d you meet Quackity?” He asked.

“Oh, we go way back to when we went to college together. He was a busy ass kid, but we bonded through those late night cramming sessions.” I chuckled. “How about you?”

“Ah, we used to do similar content like years ago on Youtube, then we got put into the same minecraft server, bonded outside of the server, and the rest is history.” He smiled. “It’s crazy seeing how far he’s come though— Y’know, creating a whole server full of people from all over the world and all.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy.” I laughed. “How about you? Heard you were a whole rockstar.”

“Pfff— rockstar?” He scoffed. “Don’t boost my ego now.”

“Oh, come on! You’re hardly on the server. It’s really the only explanation you have.”

“Well, yeah, I guess so—”

“Hey lovebirds!” Tubbo butted his head between me and Wilbur. “Are you guys having fun getting to know each other?” He chirped. He clasped his hands together and brought them near his cheek, giggling at the sight of us together.

I pulled away from Wilbur before playfully shoving Tubbo away. “Shut up!” I exclaimed. He only cackled in response before disappearing into the crowd yet again. Before I could chase after him, I felt a pair of hands grip the sides of my waist, pulling me close to his chest.

“Come on, it’s not his fault.” Wilbur whispered in my ear, the alcohol near apparent in his voice. It took Tubbo’s outburst to make me realize we were wasted and dancing the night away with Wil equally as drunk as me. I tilted my head up and sighed, taking comfort in his wobblily smile.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah? I saw there’s a gas station near by. We can get a couple snacks and walk around the city.” I reached up, cupping his face with one of my hands.

“Hm, sounds like a plan to me.” Wilbur smiled back.

Though we spent the rest of the night with him drunkenly talking about any random historical fact his mind came up with, or the outrageous stories he had while on tour, tonight it really did found like I found someone like no other. Someone who knows how to dance with me without even knowing my name. Someone I would confide in telling my life story to. Someone I could maybe, just maybe, fall in love with.

So, did I thank a hangover 19 year boy the next morning afterward? Yes, yes I did.

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a / n ~ hope yall enjoyeddd :D reblogs, replies, notes of all kind super duper appreciated YIPPIEE

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[marinaas-world]

as long as you call me.

// simpbur x reader

cw // wilbur is lowk a perv, stalker wil, confident you

summary // everyday is the same. go to work, fantasize, go home, drink it all away, and wake up to do it all again. but, today was different.

pronouns // not mentions

!not proofread!

481 words

a/n // just wanted to get something out for christmas. happy holidays to everyone :) thank you for all the support on previous stories!

it's a routine at this point.

he goes to work, does what he needs to, then during his break, he watches you. he watches you as you sit and type on the computer, wishing your hands were on him instead of the keyboard. his fingers grasp his coffee mug harder as he thinks about your fingers in his. all he wants is to be noticed by you. all he wants is for you to love him like he loves you.

once he gets reprimanded for the 3rd time for not doing his work, he goes back to his desk on the other side of the room. he watches as you get up to go to the bathroom. he watches as you bring papers and files to your shared boss. he watches as you drop a pen and bend over to pick it up. he can feel the blood rushing up to his face. he looks down at his empty papers, trying to control his growing blush. he watches as your coworkers put a hand on your shoulder, taking all of your attention. he watches as you smile at said coworker, talking about something funny. he can feel his envy and anger growing, his face turning a hue of red. he turns away before someone can notice the flames behind his eyes.

before he goes home, he takes another pit stop in the break room, hoping to find you in there. usually, you don't stay in there, but sometimes he's lucky to catch you. today was a lucky day.

he never talked to you, but always gave you typical half smile the coworkers you know well do.

you always thought he was cute. you also always knew he watches you. all day, everyday. you always go home and wonder why he doesn't ever approach you. maybe he is just shy. luckily, you're not.

"hey! im y/n. you're wilbur, right?" you stick your hand out at him. his hands are huge. surely around double the size of yours.

"y-yeah. that's my name," he says, quite awkwardly. he mumbles his words about all the time. you wonder if he is always this quiet.

"you know, you're pretty cute," you say, standing next to him, looking up at him.

"really? you really think so?" he says, a smile forming across his mouth. you nod, smiling back at him.

"yeah, i do. can i get your number?" a sudden wave of confidence had hit you. everything was on autopilot, and frankly, it was going pretty damn well. he pulls out his phone, showing you his contact information. you successfully put it all in, pausing when you get to his contact name.

"what do you want me to call you?" you ask, peeling your eyes away from your phone to look up at him.

"i don't care. wilbur, will, william. as long as you call me."

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[deejayrockz]

PAIRING — cc!wilbur x reader

SUMMARY — a very spoiled boyfriend!wilbur dances with you in the kitchen, as you are just trying to clean.

EXTRAS — domestic fluff, hugging from behind, mentions of showering together

NOTES — it has taken me so long to figure out how tumblr works pls don't hate me. just posting funky little drabbles :)

The rising sun had beamed into the window, leaving a soft golden hue in its wake. This meant that the kitchen was tinted a slight yellow colour, as the sound of beabadoobee and running water had filled the room. You were stood at the sink, humming quietly along to the songs that had played softly on the speaker, as you washed the dishes.

Wilbur wasn't a light sleeper, per se, but the minute your warmth had left the bed, his eyes had opened, craving desperately to cuddle back into you. He closed his eyes once more, a soft smile gracing his face once he heard the sweet tunes of the perfect pair, by Beabadoobee.

He got out of bed, his hair was slightly ruffled and the random top he wore was wrinkled, but that didn't matter. In fact, Will had started to realise nothing had mattered whenever you're around.

He slowly walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist once he was close enough. He felt you lightly jolt, but made no effort to let you go.

"Jesus, Will, warn a girl next time." You smiled, hitting his chest lightly with the towel, before going back to dry the dishes you had just finished cleaning. He let out a soft laugh into your neck, causing you to feel the light vibrations go through your skin and straight down to your bones.

He hummed, seeming to have an idea, as you looked out the window above the sink.

"Dance with me?" He stepped back, spinning you around by the pocket of your pyjama shorts. You raised your eyebrows at him, sending him a look of almost desbelief.

"Dance with you?" You repeated. It wasn't the first time he had asked to do something so cheesy, and you were sure it wouldn't be the last. But hey, when he tilts his head and slightly pushes his lower lip out, you couldn't help but want to kiss him right then and there.

"Fine, stop making that face." You had walked back over to him, your right hand connecting with his left, as your other landed on his shoulder (his on your waist). The slow dancing like this lasted for about a minute, before Will decided he wasn't close enough, and instead settled for hugging you while swaying slightly.

"We should do this more often," He smiled, kissing the top of your head, as you let out a small hum.

"Sure, as long as you do the dishes next time," You place your chin on his chest, looking up at him. A light kiss was placed on his jaw, as his smile widens and he continues to look out at the warm sun rising.

Sadly, their little dance moment was ruined, as Will had soon gotten a message from Ash telling him go to the studio ASAP.

"Shower with me?" He asked. You almost said no, until he started tilting his head.

"Fine," You pretended to roll your eyes, not being able to hold back the small smile as your hand had held onto his, dragging him to the bathroom.

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[unlust-fvck]

had a dream about wilbur last night so i’m indulging.

long distance relationship with wilbur.

he’s all cuddled up against his bed, the phone sideways as his face is smushed from the pillows.

“i miss you will,” “i miss you endlessly more.”

tour was never easy but these 3am calls made everything worth it. he would surprise you everytime he’d have flowers or dinner sent to the house and it made this weird routine a bit more bearable.

when he got home, he’d be quiet as he’d kick his shoes off beside the door and creep in, observing your perfect figure on the couch from behind. he’d stalk up and grab you, lifting you up and spinning you around in his hold.

you’d gasp and punch lighting at his arms once realizing who it is. you’d crash your lips onto his and he’d just melt as your legs wrap around his waist.

“missed you dearly.” “i missed you endlessly more.”

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[cathers-world]

Ok my thoughts on the Wilbur and Shelby thing.

So there is a lot of evidence pointing to Wilbur, but they never dated and Wilbur is super respectful to women it would be absolutely shocking if he did that.

I do feel we should not be focusing on who did it and more on what she went through.

I’m not really on a side because there really isn’t and shouldn’t. but until Wilbur is proven guilty by Shelby or himself I believe he is innocent.

I will not be writing for him until that happens and in the chance we find out he did do that I will not continue to write for him.

Love, Cathers

(P.S. if any on you are going through abuse or anything like that please tell someone, and if you need to say anything to someone you don’t actually know, feel free to DM or send in a submission talking to me, stay safe!)

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[cherrynwinesk]

Wilbur general dating hcs?

Boyfriend Headcanon's ~ Wilbur Soot

Story g: sfw/soft

Language: English/inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Wilbur Soot

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•"Having a smart/nerd boyfriend" vibes

•He will teach you everything you don't understand in a way that you don't feel "silly"

•As if you talk about some topic and he just drops a fun fact about that topic in case you didn't know that

•If you study or work, he would help with whatever you have to do

•If you don't understand how to do something, he immediately explains what you should do.

•He would also help you solve problems in your daily life

•As if you were stuck on a problem, unable to see the solution, and Wilbur would find more than one solution for you, helping you get out of the anxiety

•He is also very detailed with you

•He would be in charge of learning any instrument that you like and he doesn't know how to play yet

•And this is to impress you, everything he does is to try to impress you.

•He would take you to try new food

•He would be in charge of looking for new experiences for you

•He would call you at night, short calls like 10-15 minutes, just to ask you how your day was, how you feel, and wish you good dreams.

•He would treat you like you were made of glass

•Holding your hand very gently so you can go up or down some stairs

•He would hold the chair so you can sit

•He would always kiss your hand, next to your head or your forehead

•He's definitely taller than you, so he would call you names like "little girl/boy."

•Every time you talk, he would tilt his head to the side, looking at you with his bright eyes and a small smile, he would give you all the attention in the world.

•His body language always talks about how much admiration and love he has for you

•He would like to include your voice in one of his future songs, as if you sent him an audio saying that you love him and he would add that little audio with your voice at the end of a love song

•He would like to have you present in his rehearsals and know your opinion

•Seeks to make you laugh, keep you in a good mood

•He would never forgive himself if he made you cry or make you sad.

•He would immediately ask for your forgiveness and do everything possible to remedy it.

•He would tell you how pretty you are, and because he feels the need to do so,

•Interrupting the conversation, just to tell you "you're so cute" while keeping his face neutral, like you're doing something wrong

•He likes to make you nervous

•He would also be a little jealous

•He wouldn't tell you the things that bother him directly, but do see him "joking" about it.

•He's upset because someone is trying to get your attention, but he doesn't want you to know, so he'd try to look like he's joking about being jealous.

•Maybe he would feel ashamed to say it, but the emotion inside his heart is so strong that he is looking for a way to tell you without creating a problem with you.

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[yawnzzznnn]

Fuck wilbur soot

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Wilbur.

In which- Wilbur. Just Wilbur.

A/n: Inspired by @unlust-fvck and their wilbur on sunday mornings drabble

Chapter info: mention of arguments, mention of a panic attack (Wilbur), mentions of drinking (alcohol), cuddling/holding, kisses, dancing

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Wilbur who leaves his phone at the table when he goes to the bathroom on a date because he has nothing to hide

Wilbur who calls you late at night if you're in another room after an argument just so he can see your face

Wilbur who wraps his arms tightly around you and hugs you up against the wall in the midst of a panic attack

Wilbur who wears a dopey smile whenever he sees something cute, immediately pointing it out to you

Wilbur who lets you cut his hair when it grows out

Wilbur who makes sure everything is cleaned up and neat before you wake up

Wilbur who takes care of himself after a night of drinking and let's you sleep through the night peacefully

Wilbur who holds you all day if you're not feeling up to facing the challenges of the day

Wilbur who sings you to sleep on restless nights

Wilbur who decides kisses are better than words

Wilbur who dances with you in the kitchen while you freak out about the dinner possibly burning

Wilbur who brings you to band rehearsal and proudly shows you each and every demo

Wilbur who loves you

And you who loves Wilbur.

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[xoxoamyas]

fall for me

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

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

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

masterlist [ ☆ ]

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“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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summary : wilbur is a quiet guy, but there’s so much more to him than he shows. over swapped shifts, post it notes and paperback novels, you unravel him bit by bit.

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of alcohol/drinking

pairing : musicianbur x fem!librarian! reader

pronouns : none (i think) reader is described as a “girl” and using other feminine descriptors

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, musicianbur, college!librarian! wilbur

word count : 2.6k

note : sorry this took. one million years. i had my exams and i turned 17, and then i went out of state to visit family, but i’ve had this in my drafts and i’ve been working on and off for a while. i hope you enjoy this, i’m thinking about maybe making it multi part? if people are into that? @starsyoubreaklikesugardust <333

You sincerely regret covering for your coworker. The campus library has a consistent, albeit small, staff. You work the same days every week; Monday morning, Tuesday afternoon and Thursday morning. The head librarian, Theresa, was more than willing to give you extra shifts whenever you needed. The library was where most of the richer students’ parents donated, and you were insanely lucky to get your job there. As a result of the consistent schedule, you work with two people regularly; Henry, who shares your major, and Janine, who’s one of the sweetest people you know. The rest of your coworkers, you knew exclusively through Theresa and her insistence of having staff get togethers at any opportunity.

There’s Chastity, who lives on your floor, and her girlfriend Kate. You got a front row seat to their first kiss after three months of egging them on with Janine at Henry’s 20th birthday. There are three more workers that work during the week on alternating shifts to you; Sam, the newest member of the term; Hae-Won, the only person who had worked there longer than you and Theresa; and Wilbur.

Wilbur, who was currently your new coworker as you started working five days a week. Hae-Won’s mother was sick, and Theresa had begged you to cover for them while they flew interstate to go take care of her. You’d been working at the campus library since you were a freshman, and they’d always been good to you. You had agreed, and now you were needing to rush from class to the library after every single one of your lectures. Sam, Henry and Theresa had all assured you that if you were late because of class you wouldn’t lose your job, but you felt bad leaving them with all the work.

Wilbur has barely spoken a word to you since you’d started working the same shifts. He’s not rude or angry, just quiet as far as you can tell. You like him. You both keep to yourselves, and Wilbur doesn’t snitch on you for smuggling your sandwiches out of the office when you browse the stacks during your breaks.

He doesn’t get mad at you for being late when you are, and he always puts stuff on the top shelf whenever you ask. He’s soft, and incredibly smart. You learn about him through hushed evenings in the office, both of you dead on your feet after you’ve locked the doors, neither of you wanting to leave quite yet. The low light gives his eyes an amber glow the same colour as sun as it peeks through the slats in the blinds of the office, surrounded on all four sides by large windows. The fishbowl, the kids call it when they come in on Friday afternoons. Not quite, you think. You’re both too boring to be fish, you make a joke when you hear a young boy say it. Wilbur gets a look in his eyes that he keeps for the next hour until you confront him. “Sometimes people don’t look a fish ‘cause they’re interesting,” he all-but whispers when you ask, eyes aglow and top row of teeth pulling on his bottom lip. “Sometimes they’re just pretty.”

You get to know Wilbur over campus coffees, and handmade bookmarks inspired by the paperbacks he checks out every week. Through his handwritten post-it note on the corner of the main monitor at the front desk, a stack of books with a cat perched on top, his writing slanted but mainly kept between the spines of each book. A request for a novel you’ve never heard of, but vow to search for. Theresa is the one who handles incoming books, but that’s not going to stop you from finding it yourself.

You begin to find those sticky-notes around more and more. There’s one resting on top of your backpack for you to find as you return from the bathroom. That’s a pretty skirt, the first one says. You should wear your hair like that more often, one three days later on the stack of returns he’s asked you to reshelve. There’s one a week after that forces a smile on your face. This made me think of you. It’s resting on a tiny journalist style notebook, one where you flip on the top. It’s got a quote from your favourite novel on it, and you slip the sticky note inside it gingerly, tucking it into the front pocket of your backpack. That afternoon during your lunch break, you go to the craft store instead of staying in and get yourself some post it notes. Yours are in the shape of a lemon, and when Wilbur goes into the fishbowl to grab his stuff once your shift is over, he finds one stuck to the side of his bag. Two words, ten numbers, all in your handwriting. Call me.

So he does, he calls you that very night. Despite the late time, you guys stay on the phone for nearly three hours. The next shift you two share, you tease him. “I thought you were meant to be the quiet type,” you giggle as his ears turn pink, him intentionally facing away from you to shield the smitten grin on his face as he pretends to write something on the staff calendar. “You had a lot to say the other night.”

It continues that way for a while, nightly phone calls in which you finally get to hear him talk unabashedly about the things he’s interested in. He’s in a band, he confesses shyly one night when you’re both on the verge of sleep. You don’t reply for a second, and he thinks you might have dozed off. You pipe up after a moment, voice heavy with sleep and Wilbur thinks he can’t possibly like you more. “Your first gig’s Saturday, right?” He nods, even if you can’t see him. You keep going anyway. “I’ll be there.”

He wishes you hadn’t told him, because he spends the next three days stressing. Performing always makes him a little anxious, a healthy amount of butterflies, as his friends say. But this is too much. He changes his shirt three times on Saturday night, twice because he wants you to like it, and another time because he sweated through the third one. He blames it on the intensity of the lights, when the drummer asks him if he’s okay, but they can all see the way his eyes are locked onto your frame, tucked into a little corner of the underground bar they’re playing. They play for about forty minutes, and you’re a little embarrassed to admit that you’ve never heard a single song they did.

Wilbur goes into the little backstage area after their last song, and his bandmates will swear he’s never moved so fast in his life. He’s chugging a bottle of water while trying to wrestle his guitar off his back, his glasses fogged up from the sweat covering his face. there are a few bothersome strands sticking to his cheeks, but he doesn’t care about that. He just wants to see you.

He gets to your corner and the table is empty. No, the table has things on it. Your chair is empty. There is something on the table. He reaches it and flops down into the chair you were just sitting in. A waitress brings him a glass of lemonade that you ordered for him and he gulps it down gratefully. He allows himself a few moments to bask in the post-show high. You might not be there, but that only brought his mood down slightly. He did it.

He is a little hurt that you didn’t stick around, but it’s nearing 10 and he knows you have a test on Monday. He takes another long swig of his drink, and reaches blindly for the one other object on the table; a paperback novel. It’s his favourite. He didn’t even remember telling you it was his favourite, but somehow you knew. His heart hammers inside his chest and he has to remember how to breathe for a second. He’d looked everywhere for that, even going as far as to see if he could order it online.

He flips open the cover, just to check, and he finds a scrawled message beneath the title page. Heard you were hoping to get your hands on one. I hope you enjoy. You’ll have to tell me all about it.

And he does. It takes him less than a week to read the entire book, and he comes to you on a random Thursday, eyes sparkling with a glint you’ve only ever seen that one night he was performing, and he leans over the front desk where you’re standing and before you can even process it he’s taking your head in his hands and pulling you into a firm hug. You’re not as tall, so you’re on your toes as you lean over the desk, struggling to wrap your arms around his torso as he hugs you.

And then he’s talking, loud and clear, and if the library was open people would be giving him dirty looks for how unashamedly he’s speaking to you. You revel in it. He keeps his hands enclosing yours and you lean over the desk to get as close to him as you can, wanting to absorb every single word out of his mouth. Wanting to breathe it in and keep it between your ribs.

Eventually he lets you go to go do some work, but you decide at that moment that you never want him to shut up again.

So, he doesn’t. With constant encouragement from you, Wilbur becomes more outspoken. Of course, there were the phone calls, but he was still reserved in person. He seems to take up more space over the next few weeks, unfurling slowly like an old painting, perfectly preserved with so much beauty to show once he was out in the open. It starts as small things, the way he calls out to you across the library after closing instead of approaching you to tell you softly. You’re almost in mourning, feeling like you’d lost that closeness with Wilbur that only you seem to have. The notion that once you put something out into the world it no longer belongs to you. Not that he ever did, not like that at least.

You’d feel like that and then Wilbur would do something so small, so sacred, that your heart would ache. Whispering jokes in your ear, fingers brushing yours when he passes you a book he thinks you’ll enjoy, grabbing onto both of your hands when he got so excited about something that he needed a physical tether to you to stop himself from floating away, into the air that he was now filling so wonderfully.

The others started noticing it too; Theresa mentioning to you how much more confident he seemed after he’d left the room, Sam, who brightened now that Wilbur seemed to return his enthusiasm, even the bassist of Wilbur’s band, who you ran into at a coffee shop, said he was different.

His band got another gig at a bigger bar, and of course you were invited again. This time you planned on sticking around for the whole thing, letting him wrap you in a sweaty hug once he ran off stage. “You were so good,” you gush, your breath on his ear sending shivers down his spine. His hands ghost up and down your arm, and you can’t bring yourself to let go of him. “But, Wil. Seriously, enough is enough.”

He pulls away just enough to get a clear picture of your face, shadows covering one side, the dim lighting in the venue not doing enough to take away from just how pretty you look.

“You guys need to start playing songs I know the words to.”

Your fake annoyance makes him laugh, one of the most genuine laughs you’ve ever heard from him. Warm, and thick, like caramel. Like his eyes when the two of you are huddled together in the fishbowl and he’s laughing, like there will never be enough time to spend with you. Because there isn’t.

His hands stop in their motions, and he notices your bare arms. “You’re freezing, lovely. Here.” He steps away from you and shrugs off his button up, leaving him in just a white-sleeved tee as he guides your arms in. The sleeves cover your hands and he goes as far as to roll them up delicately. His face is an inch from yours as he unwraps his hands from your wrist, and your fingers toy gently with a stray curl that bounces when you release it from your grip.

This time it’s you who takes Wilbur’s jaw in your hands, fingers running over his stubble. He’s drunk, hasn’t had a drop of alcohol the entire time, but well and truly intoxicated as he pulls you into him again, nose pressed to your hairline. “I’m so proud of you.” You mumble into his shoulder, and for a second, time is frozen.

You’re both brought out of it by rousing cheers from Wilbur’s bandmates, the guitarist and drummer both bullying Wilbur for not introducing you to them earlier. The bassist greets you warmly, and the three of them try to convince you both to go out for a drink. Wilbur’s the one who ends up ushering you out, arm around your shoulders as he placates his bandmates. Throwing a “We’ve got an early morning tomorrow at work,” over his shoulder as he steered you towards his car.

He’s only half lying. You do both have work the next day, however the library’s closed and Theresa’s hosting a party to thank everyone for their hard work. It starts at two, so you’re revelling in the fact that you get to sleep in. That doesn’t stop you from inviting Wilbur up to your apartment, though. Nor does it stop the two of you deciding to watch a movie together on the couch in your living room. It doesn’t even stop Wilbur from whispering to you while the credits roll. “You look so lovely tonight.” You flush, tearing your eyes from his face, looking down at where his hands are on your waist instead. “Can I kiss you?”

It definitely doesn’t stop you from nodding your head emphatically, your hands delving into his hair as he presses his lips to yours for the first time.

He tastes like spearmint gum and the mango of your lip gloss, his hands steadying you both and gripping onto the couch cushion. He pulls away just enough to murmur, “You’re wonderful,” and suddenly you’re so happy you’re laughing. He laughs too, taking your head in his hands until you’re kissing him again, and when he leaves nearly two hours later he’s gripping your hands so tight your breath hitches, promising he’ll see you at the party later.

And hours later, when you’re sipping on lemonade and leaning against one of the windows of the fishbowl, he sidles up to you and leans his head on top of yours. “My pretty girl.” Your hand wraps around his, and the two of you stand there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence, watching your coworkers mingle. He’d never been so outward in his affections, not when surrounded by people you both worked with. He was a reserved man, preferring to let loose around his family, his bandmasters, and you. But of course, that doesn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to your hairline, the two of you inside the library office, gazing outside into the rest of the library. “So so pretty.”

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[average-vibe]

I’m Sorry, Ok?

summary: wilbur comes home super late from a concert, and forgets to say hello to his favorite person

warnings: language, bad grammar, sad wilbur, mentions of OD

notes: this kinda sucks but it’s my first actual fanfic so i’m proud of myself for finishing lol

masterlist

Wilbur walked into the shared home around 2:30 AM, exhausted from the show. he usually didn’t come home this late, but wilbur’s phone died, so transportation became much harder. eventually, wilbur found a gas station that had a phone charger, but his phone only reached 7% by the time the station closed, and by the time he got into a car, his phone died. it also didn’t help that the show was about 2 hours away from the house. wilbur didn’t care. at least he was home.

He put his keys, phone, and money on the counter before crawling to the bedroom, eager to go to bed. he didn’t even see you, sprawled on the couch, sound asleep. about 5 hours earlier, when wilbur sent his, “shows over” text, you decided to wait for him on the couch, hoping that you could meet him at the door and cuddle for the night. after about an hour, and no texts back from wilbur, you began to panic. you called his phone about a thousand times, then tried Ash, who simply said “he should be on his way.” before having to hang up. you tried wilbur a couple more times, before giving up. you tried melatonin, but you thought that the amount you needed would kill you. you just closed your eyes, and tried to think about anything but wilbur. eventually, and surprisingly, sleep came rather easily.

you woke up around 6:30, and immediately started panicking, realizing that wilbur was not with you. you tried to call, but to no avail. yiu began to actually have a panic attack, worried that wilbur never made it home.

the sound of your sobs woke wilbur up from his already light sleep. as soon as he heard your small, hitched breaths, and your loud sobs, he knew something was wrong. he rushed out of his bed, out the bedroom door, and through the hallway to see you, knees clutched to your chest, eyes shut, and cheeks soaked.

“hey lovely.” Wilbur whispered, almost running to you in a flurry. “what’s the matter? why’re you crying?” he sat down next to you, embracing you with a hug. “wilbur?” you asked, voice cracking. wilbur chuckled, his laugh making you calm. “yes, it’s me baby. now why’re you crying? gonna mess up that pretty face.” he said, taking your face in his hands, and stroking your cheek with his thumb. “i-i thought y-you weren’t um.. c-coming home. i t-thought you were gone.” you’d aid through tears. “baby, i would never leave without sayin bye!” wil said, smiling. “and why’d you ever think i would leave you? i love you.” he questioned, his smile now turned into a concerned face. “i-i sat here waiting for you until it was late and i called you a bunch and you never answered and ash said he didn’t know and i didn’t know where you were.” you said in a rush, looking at the floor in embarrassment.

“oh.” wilbur said, frowning. “i’m sorry, love. i was just so tired from the show yesterday. and the reason i was home late was because my phone died, at this really sketchy place, so i went to the gas station and charged it and then it took me 2 hours to get home..”

you smiled. you didn’t think your boyfriend would just leave you.

wilbur smiled back at you. “hey, now that i’m home, let’s cuddle.” he said.

“alright.” you agreed.

“oh, and, one more thing.” wil said.

“yes?”

“i’m sorry, okay?”

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[ghostiexe]

hiii i saw your reqs are open! could i request anything with a kinda gruff but still sweet revivebur? thank you in advance!

(p.s., can i be ⚰ anon?)

hiiii ⚰ anon! yes of course! tw: wilbur smokes, light swearing, idk it's cold? mentions of hypothermia (lighthearted)

worcount: 970

"Can We Go Back Inside Now?"

You huff softly as the crisp winter air nips at your nose and cheeks, gaze shifted up toward the stars as you blow your breath onto your hands in an attempt to warm them up, though it’s half-hearted. You watch as a couple snowflakes start to drift down around you, wiping your face and blinking up at the night sky. 

You hear him before you see him, the sound of boots crunching in the snow and the smell of cigarettes. The footsteps pause and you can practically feel him hovering behind you. 

“Hello, Will.” You greet him without looking, just leaning back until you’re halfway laying on the snowy ground, blinking up at him. He frowns down at you, taking a long drag of his cigarette before sighing, the smoke blowing away as he snuffs the cigarette on his coat. 

“Are you trying to get sick and die?” He asks, sounding unamused as he puts his hands on his hips, staring down at you. You shrug and sit up again, letting him pull you up to your feet. 

“That was not the goal, no.” You say, wiping your runny nose and cracking a smile at him, amused by how disgruntled he looks with the snow falling into his face and his glasses fogging up.

He scoffs softly and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him and shoving his free hand into his pocket. “Well, it’s damn cold, so let’s go back inside before you get hypothermia.” He says, looking mildly annoyed.

“You didn’t have to come out and get me.” You remind him, leaning against him and gently bumping your hip against his. “You could’ve stayed inside where it’s nice and warm and left me to my inevitable death by freezing.” 

He grumbles something to himself and pulls you closer so that your chests are pressed together, shoving his face into the crook of your neck and nuzzling his freezing cold nose into your warm skin. You jolt slightly and laugh, trying to squirm out of his arms. 

“Ugh, what was that for?” You complain, not protesting when he just pulls you even closer, practically crushing you. 

“My face is cold, your neck is warm. The goal here seems clear to me.” He deadpans, though you can feel how his lips quirk up into a smile against your neck. “I thought you wanted to go in where it’s warm, not keep my hostage out in the cold.” You protest, wrapping your own arms around him and leaning against him. He loosens his grip slightly, now that you aren’t trying to run away. 

“Maybe you should talk less.” He mumbles, pulling his face away and peering down at you, the tips of his nose and ears red from the cold. 

“Maybe you should make me.” You tease, pulling him in for a little kiss. He brings a hand up to cup your face, the other still around your waist as the two of you kiss sweetly. After a few moments he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.You sigh contentedly and sway slightly from side to side with him. 

“We should dance.” He says after a short, comfortable silence. You look up at him, a little surprised, but not opposed. It’s something the two of you had done on the regular before his, well, untimely demise (and, consequently, resurrection). 

“Really?” You ask, a tentative smile crossing your face. He looks embarrassed, but nods. 

“Okay.” You whisper, cheeks a little pink, a bright grin on your face as he smiles gently down at you, resting one hand on your hip and holding your hand with his free one. Your other hand instinctively goes to rest on his upper arm, and he relaxes slightly into your touch. 

Your movements are awkward at first, a clumsy waltz. You’re both incredibly out of practice, but soon enough you’re back into the swing of things. 

“Sorry we don’t have music.” He apologizes, turning his head down to look at you. You glance up at him, taking your gaze away from your feet (you were examining your steps, trying to avoid stomping his toes (though you doubt he’d feel it through his thick boots). 

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” You promise him, trying to lean in to kiss his cheek right while you step. You both trip over each other at the same time and end up on the ground again, your leg pinned under his while he looks bewilderedly at you. His glasses are falling off the tip of his nose and his mouth is slightly agape. You push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, then kiss the tip of it, and put your hand on his cheek, thumb brushing across the faint stubble. 

He sighs softly and leans into it before wrapping his arms around you and rolling over so that you’re on top of his chest, pulling you tightly into him. 

You laugh softly and shake your head slightly, resting your head on his chest and sliding your hand back into his, fingers interlocking. “You’re just a big ol’ softie, you know that?” You ask, and he grumbles something under his breath before lightly flicking your forehead. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He says, sounding like a grouchy toddler. He sit up with you still on him and scoops you into his arms as he stands. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and he peers down at you. “Can we please go back inside now?” He asks, and you nod, kissing his cheek.  “Okay, doll.” You say, using his usual nickname for you back on him. A faint blush rises on his cheek but he just carries you back to the house, eager to bundle up and enjoy the warmth of the fire again.

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