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elizabarnes · 8 months

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Thinking about rideing wilbur

Omg anon I love you

After the gig

Wilbur Soot x Afab!reader :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!!

Wilbur walks off stage after bowing, he walks straight over to you and hugs you, your head in his chest. “Will, you stink!” You giggle as you try and get out of his grasp but it’s no use. “Sorry, love. You’ve chosen this life.” “I didn’t choose anything!” You yell, continuing to squirm in his arms. “Well, you did say yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend 4 years ago.” He replies in a calm voice, receiving a sigh of defeat from you as you quit squirming and accept it.

(I’m just gonna time skip cuz I’m lazy, so time skip to where you’re at home.)

Will comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his bulge evident. “Love, I need you so bad but I’m so tired.” He says in a gruff voice. “Hmm.. lay down.” You say with a smirk as you set your phone down on your nightstand. He lays down and takes off the towel, throwing it on the floor. He’s now fully naked in front of you so you take off your his shirt revealing your bare breasts to him. You pull your underwear off and throw both items over to the end of the bed as you get on top of Will, his hands going to your hips as he helps lower you onto his cock. He lets out a groan as you let out a whimper once he’s all the way in. You sit there, waiting till you’re fully adjusted. You and Wilbur just stare at each other, you look at every last detail on his face while he looks at yours. You look at the small beauty mark under his right eye, the way his hair looks wet, and how he’s growing a little bit of stubble. Once you fully adjust you start bouncing on his cock, at first slow and gentle bounces before you start speeding up your bounces, both you and Will's moans getting louder. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum, darling!-“ He moans loudly. “Shit- I am too-“ You whimper back. You both cum together and after you just lay there on top of him, heavily breathing. You get off him and lay back down on your side once you’ve both come down from your highs. You both get up and get dressed before laying back down, cuddling together, and falling asleep while looking at each other.

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ax-y10 · 4 months

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mopey and majestic

in which; wilbur has plans for the night you come home sad and upset

requested by 🎧 anon; wilbur x reader go on a romantic picnic wilbur set up at your favourite field after you were upset (not the full request) linked with; picnicking together in a spot where couples usually picnic together. “we’re defying the norms,” character a says while being all snuggled up in character b’s comforting embrace

about; reader is upset, physical touch, 'killed' is mentioned once - i didn't do field because i had an idea for the beach but i hope this is still alright.

word count; 813

celebrate here;

wil <3

4:18 pm hey sweetheart, i'm starting dinner now. see you soon

5:42 pm dinner's ready. be safe on your way home for me. i love you

6:57 pm darling, how long will you be? your dinner is in the microwave staying warm. let me know when you'll be home

7:25 pm work finished at 5:30, what's happened?

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he knew something was up when you wouldn't respond to his messages. he could understand that you wouldn't reply to his first message because you hadn't finished work, but he was weirded out by the fact that you hadn't responded to any after his second message.

the dots suddenly started forming a coherent reason. you were upset. you needed comfort as soon as you got home, and you were probably walking around the seaside to calm yourself down.

grabbing your dinner from the microwave and putting it in an air-tight container, he made his way up to your shared bedroom. he grabbed a comfy sweater of his and a beanie, alongside a small backpack and shoved the items in.

he grabbed your dinner and pretzels for himself, also stuffing them in his backpack, and called you.

after a few seconds of waiting, you picked up, sniffles sounding through the call.

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"hey sweetheart, where are you right now?" he quietly closed the door and started walking towards the beach.

"um, i think i'm near that one cafe on the beach. why? do i need to be home? i can go hom-" he cut you off and shushed your rambling.

"no no no, don't worry. can you go to that one spot on the beach we went yesterday with tommy?" he panted a little, quickening his pace.

"uh yeah. it's hard to see but i'll go there," right now, it was best that you ignored your worries and got there on the beach safely.

"okay, thankyou," he went quiet and created a soft environment on the other end of the call.

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quick footsteps were approaching you, and you panicked, until you saw his dark figure sitting down next to you.

the light of the moon and the street lights illuminated his face perfectly, outlining every dimple and curve on his face with a golden glow, a halo where his hair was poofed up, and his smile was highlighted by the soft glow of the moon. he looked ethereal. he calmed down your entire being from just standing there, and he may have noticed.

"hello" his gentle voice filled your ears, accompanied with a small smile. he looked absolutely beautiful and you couldn't get enough of it. it was not the right time to try for a kiss. he was here to hopefully comfort you and calm you down.

"come here" he leaned closer to you and stretched out his arms, inviting you into a warm hug.

"thankyou. for being here," only now did you have the chance to check his messages.

you had headphones in, and your phone was on silent. you were still in your scratchy work uniform, and all you needed was to keep your head warm, a headache creeping into your skull. but as you looked at the messages, everything else was forgotten. you probably stressed him out so much, and your dinner was probably cold, and he probably thought you got killed.

"give me a second" he reached into his backpack and pulled out his sweater and beanie, laying the items on your lap. he helped you pull the sweater on and pulled the beanie over your eyes, causing you to erupt into a small fit of giggles.

he then pulled out his bag of pretzels and your dinner, still tightly sealed in the container.

you almost cried when he pulled out your dinner, you having not had a chance to eat all day, and being caught off guard from a warm dinner presented to you, having not been eaten for almost two hours at this point.

still being rested and warm in wilbur's arms, you had started eating dinner, listening to the waves crashing against the shore and wilbur's obnoxiously loud chewing. everything was so much better now that you had wilbur right next to you and being wrapped up in his comfy clothes.

you were snuggled up into his side, your shoes inside his backpack, and his head rested on yours. his arm was wrapped around your middle, tracing soft circles into the soft skin of your waist. his free hand was fidgeting with the hair tie on your wrist, being careful to not accidentally snap it against your wrist.

"we're defying the norms" he spoke into the blue, not expecting an answer. he just wanted to let his thoughts out to someone, and that someone was you. but he got a whole hearted laugh from you, and you both packed up and headed home, opting to fall asleep in a bed and not on rocks.

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alastrrz · 3 months

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May I requesting a platonic Wilbur soot x readers headcanon where reader is his adopted daughter? 💗💗⚘️⚘️

this is sweet :,) sure thing!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 LITTLE SUNSHINE ; WILBUR

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

It started when you were about twelve. You'd been alone since you were born; having no one of your own. Until this man named Wilbur decided to take you to be his own.

You'll admit, it took a long time for you to call him Dad. It was clear he was trying to make you comfortable, your room was decked out and you had everything a little girl could ever wish for.

A full sized bed all to yourself, a nice desk and computer, and tons of toys and stuffed animals.

The day you came home was definitely the most tense. "Hi, love!.. It's nice to meet you." He smiled, crouching down so he could be on your level. "Hi.."

You were very shy towards him for a long time. You were used to everyone leaving, but after some months, it was clear he wasn't going anywhere.

He would tell you stories of how he used to be in a band and go on tour, how he blew up a country (you're still confused about this one..), and how he has a lot of people that are his fans. He was really cool!

Eventually, you'd started calling him Dad. The first time you did, he could've cried. He knew you weren't the most comfortable being somewhere so unfamiliar with someone you don't really know, especially when that someone is now your caregiver.

One night while making dinner, he'd called you his little sunshine. This nickname stuck through thick and thin.

"Sunshine? Could you grab that for me please?"

He'd made it a note to sing you to sleep every now and again, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.."

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gizmo-writes · 1 year

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this is me trying | wilbur soot

"so i got wasted like all my potential"

Wilbur knew how you felt, he had been cheated on before. He knew how absolutely shitty it was, how it felt to be betrayed by the one you love. He had sympathy for you, truly, he just wanted to help you feel better. So he walked with you down the block in silence. He would talk when you were ready to. You were stuck in your own head, so confused and hurt. So embarrassed, humiliated in front of people you didn't know. Sure, you didn't know Wilbur, but being with him was so much better then staying at your house. You had so many questions, so many spiraling thoughts.

As the two of you reached the bar, Wilbur opened the door for you, letting you walk in first. You made your way to the bar, sitting at a stool. Wilbur sat next to you, "So... howre you feeling?" Wilbur asked as the two of you waited for the bartender. "I don't- I got cheated on," you said, still slightly in disbelief. How could Karl do this? Karl wasn't like this? He was loyal, sweet, caring. He wasn't a cheater, or at least he didn't used to be. "Yeah, still hasn't set in, huh?" Wilbur said, waving the bartender over. He ordered for the two of you as you placed your head in your hands. "He was asking me to marry him... then i find out he slept with his best friend. Like- like that doesn't feel real. Is it even real?" You asked, looking over at Wilbur. "Yeah... it's very real. It won't feel real for a while, or at least for me it didn't. I didn't believe it, I didn't want to. I didn't want to think about how someone who swore they loved me, could so easily throw that all away for some guy they just met at a bar," Wilbur explained. You understood now why he was being so nice, he had been through this before himself. He had been hurt and betrayed. "I'm sorry Will," You said, sighing and taking a drink of the alcohol that had been sat in front of you. "That was a year or two ago.. hell, I can't even remember now." Wilbur shrugged. He grabbed his drink, holding it towards you, "To being cheated on?" He chuckled. "Oh, fuck off," you giggled but clinked your glasses together anyway.

You drank with Wilbur, talking about random things. He was a perfect distraction to the things that had happened. You learned a lot about him in that short time together, learning that he was in a band, he was a fellow twitch streamer and so on. But as the night continued on, you were filled with dread, you'd have to go home at some point and be faced with Karl. "It's getting late, ya know?" Wilbur said and you nodded. "I don't want to go home." You slurred. "I uh- you can stay at the hotel I'm in? I just don't think Karl would be happy with that," Wilbur made a face of disgust at the mention of Karls name. "Why does it matter what Karl wants? He's the one who cheated. He can stay with Sapnap for all I care," You slurred once more, anger building up in you. "Okay.. how about we just get back to the hotel? Okay?" Wilbur said and you nodded. He used his phone to call an Uber. Once the Uber arrived, wilbur helped you to the car. He was gentle with you, careful not to let you fall since you were way drunker than he was. The two of you got into the car and made your way to the hotel.

Once at the hotel, Wilbur once again helped you from the car and up to his room. As the door to his room opened, you made a b-line to the mini bar. "Wait! No, no, no. No more for you," Wilbur said, grabbing the mini bottle of tequila from your hands. "Fine, whatever," you said sadly. You walked over to the couch, laying down. "What're you doing?" Wilbur asked. "Going to sleep," you said, looking up at him. "Take the bed, i Can sleep on the couch," Wilbur said. "I'm not sure you can fit on the couch," You giggled and Wilbur nodded, "that's fair.. I Can sleep in the chair. Just please take the bed, you deserve it after the night you had," Wilbur explained. "Mm, fair enough," You once again giggled before standing up and stumbling over to the bed. You kicked off your shoes and got under the covers. Wilbur grabbed himself a blanket before getting settled in the chair. "Thank you Will," You said, looking over at him. "No problem, just don't throw up in my bed." Wilbur said. You giggled and nodded before closing your eyes. Wilbur smiled, happy he had found ways to make you giggle in such a rough time.

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your-shifting-gurl · 4 months

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It’s gonna be okay, promise

TW: Suicide, mentions of blood, a bit of comfort, self harm+ bl@ades, please tell me if I missed anything!

A/n: This is a Wilbur soot x daughter reader, I don’t really have much experience with this kinda thing but when I stared writing it came out as this, anyways, I love you guys! Stay safe and drink waterrrrr

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Screaming is all I heard, from left to right. I stand like a dear in headlights,looking in front of me. The train is still going past me as I stagger back a bit. Why’s my face warm? I touch my face only to realize what’s on my face, the warm red liquid splattered on my face rubs onto my fingers. It’s warm but gives my body chills. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”.

I couldn’t grab her in time, her wrist slipped out of my hand, all I got was her bracelet.

The people screaming only got louder as people were running past me. It feels like hours that I stood there, in that train station, blood on my face, bracelet in hand.

Her family asked to keep her death a private matter to keep it off the news, but the people who were there still remember it, I still remember it

I walk down the road trying to get home. I can still see it, hear the sound of her voice speaking one last time. I hear footsteps that aren’t mine, looking up only to see my uncle Tommy. He freezes as he looks at me, why does he look so scared? I look over to the buildings window beside us, My face is blurred and dark blue but I can still make out the darker liquid splattered across my face. ‘Oh…’ I thought while looking at myself, looking over to Tommy who stares at me mouth agape. I just look at him with heavy eyes. He reaches for me but I can’t feel anything, only the slickness of the pearl bracelet in my hand.

“What even happened?” I sit at the top of the stairs asking myself the same question ‘what even happened?’ ‘Why would she do it?’ “I don’t know Phil but I’m worried, she barely even talked to me, I even had to guide her to the bathroom to get washed up!”.

He sounds so frustrated “you didn’t even see it mate, she was walking like she was in another world, her head slouched down and barely picking up her feet as she walked, not to mention the blood on her face!” What? I don’t remember this well I do remember the blood, kinda hard to forget. To think of it I don’t remember much of anything after seeing uncle Tommy when walking home.

“Mate-“ Tommy was quick to cut Phil off “Wilbur is gonna be home in 2 days, do we call him and risk him calling off his shows? I mean she’s his daughter he would know what to do-“.

They’re cutting each other off a lot, I don’t know why, my dad says that’s rude and to never do it unless there insulting you or something.

“Call Wil Tommy, it’s been months since she’s seen him, after whatever happened I think she needs her father more then ever” Tommy just nods before walking past the stairs into the kitchen.

I just sit there looking down at the bracelet in my hand, twirling the pearls around the string they rest upon.

“Hey kiddo how long have you been sitting there” I hear Phil say with a soft tone in his voice, I just look at him and shrug before standing up and heading to my room.

The tile floor is cold underneath me, I start the shower putting my hand in the water to feel the temperature. The hair sticking out of my braid looks like it has its own story to tell.

Stepping into the shower, feeling the warm water hit my cold skin, I don’t even attempt to clean myself. Sitting down I feel the time go by, the water hitting my back, the steam rising from the warmth of it.

My bed is as empty looking as my head feels, I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in the middle of my room for, all I know is that I hear footsteps coming towards me before a hand gently grabs my hand and leads me to my bed. “Cold” I mutter laying on the bed, I see my uncle Tommy give me a sad smile before pushing the hair out of my face “d’ya wanna talk about it?” I hear him ask me softly.

I can tell he’s worried, Uncle Tommy usually is loud and funny, sometimes without even trying, but I haven’t even heard him laugh or tell a joke since he helped me home. As he asks me if I wanna talk I just shake my head and close my eyes to block out the world.

I can hear him sigh before standing up, his footsteps tell me he’s walking out of the room, and with that the door closes.

My bed is cold, my wet hair doesn’t help much. I sit up looking around my room, I can see the posters as well as the stuffed animals everywhere through the light the stars provided.

Star that’s what my dad likes to call me. He’s says he calls me that cause I help guide him in the darkest times, I need my star, my dad, I just really want my dad.

“No! You put it in through the little hole!” Emmy says while laughing “where is the hole!” I say holding the bead frustrated. I look over to her to see her with basically a full bracelet “how are you almost done” I whine “guess I’m just better than you” she says holding up her pearl bracelet.

The sky is foggy and rainy, She loved rain, people would always tell her that it’s sad makes you wet, that why she loved it, she would just lay in the rain, as I am now. Maybe it’s to feel closer to her, or maybe it’s to ignore the tear’s going down my cheeks.

“It’s so pretty!” She says twirling around in the rain “your gonna get a cold” I mutter holding my sweater closer to my body “oh shut and come over here, it’s so prettyyyyy!” she calls into the field, her brown hair flowing through the wind.

“Y/n! Sweetheart!” I hear someone calling my name “dad?” I call out sitting up in my bed, suddenly my door just swings open.

His hair is everywhere, his eyes wide with his glasses on the bridge of his nose, “daddy” I cry out moving closer to the end of the bed. I hear him quickly move towards me and immediately pull me into his arms, as he sits on my bed I latch onto him, my hands turn white from how hard I’m gripping onto his shirt. I close my eyes leaning into his touch.

His hand on the back of my head pushing my head into his chest, and his arm around me bringing a sense of comfort through my body. “My sweet girl, Emmy’s parents called me and told me…..” I feel my body tense and his as well, as my lip starts to quiver I just squeeze my eyes shut, the arm that was around my back moves so his hand lifts up my chin to look up at him.

I keep my eyes closed but feel his thumb rub my cheek “ oh my sweet girl” I just lean into the comfort of his warmth and presence “I’m so sorry sweetheart, so so sorry” I feel him press his face into my hair. “She- I couldn’t” the tears going down my face are warm, they tickle as the go down my face, before he quickly rubs them away kissing my forehead “it is not your fault you hear me” he says sternly taking my face into both of his hands “it was never your fault and never will be ” I just cry into his hands.

“I hate my life sometimes” I just look at her “why? You literally have it all” I feel her tense up and look up at me “no I don’t, that has nothing to do with this ” I see her frown, “why are you upset?” Why is she looking at me like that “you don’t get it”

I just look at her with a weird look.

I understand now believe it or not, life is so bland and dark, I always tried to look past it and see the good in people, but as I lay here in my fathers arms with my chest stiff and heavy, I don’t know what to think. What happened that made her do that?.

My dad snores in the background, I know he’s tired, he’s only been on tour for 7 months. I slowly crawl out of his arms and walk to the bathroom, looking into the mirror on the wall all I can see is my messy braid and blood on my face, quietly snapping out of it I see myself again, perfectly clean and a freshly done braid, my dad loves braiding my hair for some reason.

I feel an urge and hold myself tightly, I haven’t felt this need in awhile.

Kneeling down I pop the vent cover off and grab the little zip lock baggie inside, I gently hold up the zip lock to see the bl@de inside.

“That doesn’t explain why you would do this to yourself!” I hear my dad yell as he slams the razor bl@des on to my desk “why were you in my room! That’s a total invasion of my privacy!” I raise my voice looking at him. “You live under my roof I can do as I damn please!”

I take a deep breath before pulling down my pants and sitting on the ground.

The bl@de is cold and sharp against my pale skin, but I ignore it and keeps going.

Breathing heavily I pop the vent over back in the once empty space now filled with a zip lock bag. I wince standing up and pull my pj pants up before slowly limping back to my room. My dad’s snores fill my ears as I quietly walk back into my room, I grab a blanket before sitting at my window.

Looking up into the sky, the stars twinkling and shining brighter then ever “its gonna be okay, you promised me” my voice fades out into the dark cold night as I hold onto the once owned pearl bracelet.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x daughter reader #x daughter!reader #Wilbur soot comfort

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shblackwoodart · 5 months

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phantom dude

#my art #osmp #origins smp #wilbur soot #phantombur #i have more osmp designs sketched out idk if i ever get to finish them but i really want to #osmp as a whole has such cozy comforting vibes

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liakunemui · 9 months

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sometimes there were little graces during those rough days.

#crimeboys #ghostbur #crimeboys fanart #dsmp fanart #ctommy #tommyinnit fanart #wilbur soot fanart #ghostbur fanart #exile arc #cwilbur #comfort

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haunted-headset · 5 months

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🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

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fernlessbastard · 9 days

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They're disgusting (they held hands after this)

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cruell-summers · 2 months

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if i had a nickel for every FUCKING TIME a guy had a banger song that meant so much to me and then he turned out to be a FUCKING ASSHOLE I'D HAVE TWO NICKELS WHICH IS MORE THAN FUCKING ENOUGH.

#no because i was just talking about rex orange county with my sister the other day and now THIS #perfume has been my comfort song these past few months and now i'm sure the same thing that happened to best friend is gonna happen to it #anyways i'm gonna need new aroace song recs #fucking hell #wilbur soot #lovejoy #cee speaks into the void

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elizabarnes · 8 months

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Wilbur is the type of guy to see you in his favorite sweater, seeing how big it is on you, how cute it looks on you and get a boner.

I also think he has a size kink because you’re just so small compared to him it just turns him on so much

😏🤭😍😵‍💫🥴🫣😩

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ax-y10 · 4 months

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irritating interests

in which; a rivalry becomes a romance

requested by @phxntomsdusk; wilbur x reader, enemies to lovers, highschool tropes. wilbur slowly falling for reader and becoming worried when they don’t show up to school until he finally confesses?? (not the full request)

about; explicit language, silent pining, rivalry, enemies to lovers, nervousness, a few kisses, rude behaviour, competitiveness, yelling, purposefully lowercase, use of y/n

word count; i wrote this on mobile and don't wanna try to find the word count. probably 1k, around there

celebrate here;

all you wanted to do was get through this last lesson of the day and go home, and try at a somewhat peaceful day, but wilbur clearly didn't know 'leaving someone alone' meant. he was watching your every move with caution, more or less, adoration.

"wilbur! please! i've had enough of your bullshit!" you yelled in the hallway, attracting the attention of other students. he'd walked out of class a few minutes after you and approached you, waving his test paper in your face, a clear '100%' written in red pen in the corner.

he knew something was finally wrong when a tear slipped down your face after your exclamation, and he chased after you down the hallway, tripping over his shoelaces.

"y/n! y/n, wait! listen to me!" his voice was desperate now. you had never heard that tone in his voice, and you felt bad. you really did. but you'd rather not give him an ounce more of your attention. your last class wasn't with him, thankfully, but he wasn't letting down the fact that he's made you upset.

you get to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall, hoping that he'll give up and leave you alone. you heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, but you never heard footsteps leaving.

'but he can't skip geography. he loves geography.'

and you can't skip your class. your parents will kill you if they find out.

opting to leave the bathrooms, you speed walk to your class, dodging anything wilbur had to say with a "wilbur, i'm gonna be late!" or a "shut up!". reaching your classroom, you place your bag on the floor and rest your face in your hands.

class came and went like a breeze, and you were now sitting in your bedroom, scanning through piles of homework and eating a snack. your last class had sent you home with a fuck-ton of homework, all due by halfway through the next week.

11pm rolled around, and you were utterly exhausted, and having a shower in the morning sounded way easier than now. wrapped up in your blankets, you drifted into a comfortable sleep.

---

you woke up needing to vomit, but not from sickness, but more so nervousness. wilbur's episode yesterday had shaken you around a little bit, and you did not like the thought of dealing with him on a friday.

you open your phone, remembering you had wilbur's number, for some reason. you were about to open his contact and tell him to leave you alone but you were interrupted by a text from him.

'hey y/n. i'm sorry for yesterday. meet me after school at the park down the road, if you can. again, sorry.'

'wilbur. can we do it tomorrow. i don't want to deal with anything today'

he read your message and you assumed he left for school.

---

he stood around all day, hoping to see your face pop up at least once but it never did. he had resorted to constantly checking his phone and ripping pieces of paper from his books, scribbling little messages on them, and shoving them in his pants pocket.

he was a mess, to say the least.

he was worried about someone he knew didn't care about him when they didn't show up to school. how pathetic can he get? he was never worried when you stayed home sick or when you went on a holiday, but this. this was different.

this was now. this is when he has finally gained feelings. this was the present time.

---

you ran down to the park, having completely forgotten that wilbur had messaged you yesterday after school saying he was happy to meet up today. you were struggling against the wind, your hair in your face and your loose band tee stuck to your body.

wilbur wasn't much better than you. he was picking at his fingernails, chewing on his fingers and flipping his phone around on his hands. he was a mess, yet again.

you spotted him sitting on a bench under a tree. he looked just as bad as you. well, a little bit better. he had actually put thought into his appearance. you showed up expecting to be able to leave within five minutes.

however, you couldn't have been further from the truth. two hours have passed since you sat down next to him, and majority of that time was spent with wilbur muttering short, breathless apologies to you. you'd said a few things, but now you were stuck with a prominent blush staining your face.

it fell silent over the both of you, staring out into the small pond, smiling at the ducks chewing at a few bread crumbs.

before he spoke up.

"i like you." he avoided your gaze.

"wilbur, what?"

"i like you. maybe that's why I find it hard to talk to you in any other way than pointless jokes. i didn't realise i was hurting you because i was so worried that my feelings would somehow get out to you." he admitted, an identical blush coating his face, making you lightly laugh at him.

"you pissed me off a lot though. and you thought i was stupid. and that i wasn't as smart as you. did you mean any of that?" you were worrying now.

"no, no no, no. i never meant that. again, i was too worried about my feelings for you that i completely disregarded how you felt." he quickly said, shutting his mouth as fast as he could.

this time, however. you didn't laugh. you didn't snicker. you didn't tease him.

you learnt over and rested on his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. you press the same kiss to his nose, and then finally to his lips. he looked funny, lipgloss slightly smudged on his face, but at least he wasn't an ass about it.

he pressed more kisses to your lips, and sealing your fates with a long, warm kiss.

he wouldn't be teasing you anytime soon.

#200 follower event #event piece #writing event #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur fluff #wilbur soot comfort #enemies to lovers #highschool au

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hellothereimaloser · 1 year

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Crime boys being adorable

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bugflies00 · 2 years

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mending what’s broken

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dream smp #mcyt #crimeboys #tommyinnit fanart #wilbur soot fanart #dream smp fanart #mcyt fanart #crimeboys fanart #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!crimeboys #alex.arts.jpg #okay im like actually proud of this one #started out as a simple comfort ccrime hug doodle then i thought Hmm what if i gavetommy wings then i blacked out and this was here #clementine by pink martini held me up this entire time and i think its why i added so much orange.#if this flops ill cry x

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anarchy-and-piglins · 7 months

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Twinsduo AU where Techno is a random guy who suffers from chronic pain issues and childhood trauma, and Wilbur is a demon who feeds on human suffering.

Wilbur sees Techno, goes "oh damn, free meal" and instantly starts to befriend him. He doesn't need to do anything, just being near Techno is enough to keep Wilbur satiated.

Except that Techno - not an idiot - instantly calls Wilbur out on his true nature.

But to Wilbur's surprise, Techno says he's fine with Wilbur sticking around and basically feeding off his daily state of being in exchange for Wilbur giving him something in return (either money or maybe a favor/something Wilbur can do for him using his demon magic powers). Wilbur agrees.

Then they end up actually becoming friends.

Wilbur starts to help Techno with self-care and basically being an actually good friend, because he really only needs a base level of suffering to survive and he starts not wanting Techno to suffer needlessly. Techno is very used to hiding how bad he feels because of internalized ableism (shitty family + being told his entire childhood that he's exaggerating and needs to toughen up) and also doesn't like it when people take care of him, but Wilbur can sense how Techno actually feels with his demon powers so it's hard for Techno to hide it.

Maybe for extra angst, Techno refuses to take his meds sometimes because he's afraid of Wilbur accidentally starving. Or worse: leaving if Techno can't provide what he needs anymore.

#technoblade #wilbur soot #thoughts #optional dark!Wilbur of the super possessive and protective fluffy kind #tho i'm envisioning this more as a general hurt/comfort thing for the time being

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shblackwoodart · 6 months

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here have a reivebur sketch

#my art #wilbur soot #dsmp #revivebur #c!wilbur is my comfort zone

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