#I like how I drew Wilbur

[adotdamilton]

The fae with his human friend

[bugflies00]

blooming and rotting

alt version:

[cowardlykrow]

“don’t lose it now, old boy.”

With @ratb4stard3

[linktoo-doodles]

Las nevadas concepts

[ideally-idyllic]

Boom, my hidden talent I can art sometimes and this time it goes up here! :D I've been listening to Mammalian Sighing Reflex all day today istg-

(I couldn't insert a video so if you want to watch the sped-up process of me drawing this, there you go! There's some of my other stuff up there but it's pretty shitty I think, you can look at it if you want. I apologize if you do tho T-T)

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

REQUESTING NOMS WITH TOMMY AND WILBUR PLEASE?????

Much love -Cat

warning for soft/safe vore under the cut! click with caution,,,

looks like a little tiny tommy got caught up in some of wilbur's antics, much to his annoyance,,, ckdnsksnsjd. at least wilbur seems to be enjoying it!

[crazysnor1ax]

Starvetober Day 7 - Curse

[cata-strophes]

a bit late but!! here is my 2022 summary :} its all mcyt again :)

thank you all so much for hanging out this 2022 and chilling with me even when i went through severe art block and didnt post anything in weeks ahahhaha (*cough november cough*) so anyways!! thank you all so much again, i hope you stick around another year, i love you all a lot <3

this year i drew some things im very proud of !! i tried to get out of my comfort zone with some stuff and i just. i dont know, im very happy with them

[possuminnit]

ihate drawing <- wants 2 post RN but isn't even finished coloring wilbur let alone quackity </3

[my-lunaberg]

I drew another thing in class today :D

Quite a while before Wilbur actually got resurrected I saw a fanmade skin which was like, a resurrected ghostbur and it inspired me to make my own. I wanted to maybe redraw that original design/idea I had but I couldnt find my original drawing, so this is all youre getting for now

The idea that I had was essentially that ghostbur would more or less stay like ghostbur and have a similar personality and the same opinions, just with all of Aliveburs memories if that makes sense. Idk I might try to redo my original drawing from memory we'll see

[lowkeyrobin]

TOMMYINNIT ; body art

summary/prompt ; doodles that a person draws on themselves appear on their soulmate’s skin

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; use of tubbos real name once (lmk if I should change it), wilbur existing (written before he was exposed, stand with victims)

word count ; 750

masterlist

Tommy sat at his desk, happily streaming some Minecraft with Wilbur, Tubbo, and Phil. He notices some thin, black lines forming on his left hand, resting over the WASD keys on his keyboard. They started at the fingers and slowly trailed down to his wrist.

He lightly smiles, seeing that his soulmate is doing the usual, drawing some doodles on their hand in the evening. He refocuses his attention, getting back to his stream.

The next afternoon, he walks about town with Wilbur and Tubbo, having a fun little day out with two of his best friends. They sit down on the ledge of a fountain in the little center of the outdoor mall they were walking about in. Wilbur on the left, Tommy in the middle, and Tubbo on the right.

Tommy looks down at his hand, still stained with black and red marker. Clearly, his soulmate hadn't showered or had been trying to rub it off while washing their hands since yesterday, like they wanted it to stay. Tommy hoped that they were proud of their arts skills. Maybe once they'd met, he could get some temporary sharpie tattoos from them, although they'd forever be twinning with that ideology.

"You good, Tom?" Tubbo asks, tapping the blonde on the shoulder.

He quickly nods, "Yeah, yeah. Just-"

Wilbur cuts him off with a smug smile, "Admiring your soulmate’s artistic ability?"

Tommy silently nods with a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He had no idea who was bound to be with him, but he was already falling in love in a way.

Somehow, they knew that red was his favorite color, how he loved roses and tulips. They frequently drew flowering red vines on their hands and fingers, with a little note reading 'for you, soulmate'.

This time, they left a note at the base of his wrist.

'have a lovely day, blondielocks <3'

Blondielocks.

That dumbass nickname they gave him a few weeks ago while they communicated with markers on their legs. That night created a core memory for the blonde boy.

The next morning, Tommy's legs were still covered in red, green, blue, and purple marker stains. That forced him to sit in the shower with a wash cloth and wipe down his legs and thighs, washing off all he wrote. He patiently waited for them to do the same, and not long after, the colored ink dripped down his legs into the drain, leaving his legs as white as they were before like an empty canvas.

Wilbur lightly shoves Tommy with his arm, "You'll find them soon enough"

"Says you! You're twenty-seven and you still haven't met your soulmate" Tommy frowns.

Will opens his mouth to speak, but closes his lips, unable to come up with something witty yet reasonable to reply with.

He fidgets with his hands while he scans the people walking around, seeing a person with some doodles on their hands walking past with a friend. Upon a bit of creepy staring, Tommy feels something in his brain tingling. A weird, safe sense as he looks at this person. As they walk past, he notices the doodles on their hand are exactly the same as the ones on his hand.

He quickly taps Tubbo on the shoulder, staring at the stranger.

"Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo, Toby! Toby, this is an emergency!"

"What?" Tubbo sighs, setting his phone down as he looks at his blonde friend

Tommy discreetly points towards the person, "I think that's my soulmate! What do I do?" He asks, hushing his voice.

Tubbo shrugs, "Go talk to them, compliment them, I dunno"

Tommy turns to Wilbur who just replies with a smug smile.

"You're no help" the blonde mumbles, standing up as he feels his hands start to shake.

He walks towards the person, tapping them on the shoulder.

They quickly look back with a warm smile.

"HI! Uh, sorry to bother- uhm, I really like your outfit" He awkwardly smiles

They return the awkward smile back, seeing his hand run through his hair.

"Thank you!" They say

They look at his hand, then him, seeing the ink drawn doodles. He shows them his hand, the two sharing thoughts.

They hold their hand out as well, showing the same doodles on their own hand.

"Uh, hi" He awkwardly smiles, "I'm Tommy" He flips his hand over, showing the little message on his wrist, "Or Blondielocks"

They giggle, flipping their wrist over to show the same text.

"I'm Y/N"

[modelbus]

Heyy! Could you do Wilbur x artist!reader dating hcs because a musician and an artist? I feel like Y/N like Wilbur makes so much art of him to the point she actually probably made one of their lovejoy posters!! And Wil would teach Y/N guitar and Y/N teach Wil how to draw and its so SDHDSGJ

I'm an artist and I think this would be cute! Hope you can answer this ask <3

- 🍄anon :D

I’m not an artist myself, but my two artist friends came in clutch here!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Artist!Reader

Adored Artist

Idle drawings of Wilbur completely fill your sketchbook. Him playing guitar. Him sitting there. A specific doodle of him with a large forehead— for the joke.

The two of you tend to sit together without talking. You drawing, him creating Melodies and lyrics.

Getting showered in compliments.

He talked about decorating his guitar once, and you drew nothing but guitar designs for the next week.

His callouses and your graphite-stains are jokingly called “battle wounds” together.

When Wilbur buys you art supplies as gifts, he is painfully meticulous in making sure the supplies are good and ones you like.

Him peering over your shoulder to see what you’re working on, always delighted when it’s something related to him. Whether that be a simple guitar sketch for practice, or actually him.

And 100% yes he’d be yoinking your drawings to use for Lovejoy or merch reasons.

“Hey Love, remember that drawing you did the other night?” He asked, leaning against the couch where you’re curled up with a sketch pad. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that, Wil.” You had laughed, finishing part of the sketch and looking up at him. He laughs too, leaning down to kiss you. “The one with the Lovejoy mascots. And our skull.” He had elaborated for you. Your eyes had lit up, flipping to the page for him. “Yes! That one. I was thinking, maybe it’d be cool to use as a design for merch?”

You couldn’t believe it, that he actually wanted to use your drawings. But, when you realized he was serious, you jumped at the chance.

(He insisted on paying you for it, too, even though you assured him you were perfectly happy giving him the designs. For two weeks you played a game where you passed the money back and forth until you gave up and just accepted it)

He doesn’t shut up about you or your talents ever. Met someone new? He’s pulling out his phone to share your art. Saw someone online talking about art? He’s tagging you to say you’re the best artist ever.

Teaching each other <333

Wilbur had made a small comment, and you jumped on it.

”I wish I could draw like that. You’re so talented, you’re incredible.” “I can teach you.” “What?”

Did not go well at all.

“Imagine that the light is here, okay? So you have to shade where shadows would be, making it darker there.” You explained patiently, gently tapping the areas you’re talking about.

“Shadows. Darker. Shading.” Wilbur repeated, looking up at you. You were leaning on him, your head on his shoulder to see his drawing. A very… admirable attempt at you.

“Go for it.” You encouraged, and he blinked.

“What?”

“…Were you listening?”

“Of course I was, love.” But the way he had leaned in to kiss you—to distract you—certainly said otherwise.

Since you “made” him draw, he convinced you to learn how to play guitar.

You protested (secretly loving the idea of learning from him) but in the end he got you to agree.

Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around you to help you form the chord shapes. It’s cozy, and you’re absolutely failing.

“This is a G—“ “My fingers don’t do that, Wil!”

In the end, it turns into him playing a song for you. But only after you manage to make that G chord, finger pain be damned.

He loves putting up your art on the walls. Taped.

[cyani07]

Hello! Random question, why does everyone draw q!wilbur with a blue scarf? I’m gonna cosplay him today for Halloween, and as I was looking through fanart, I couldn’t help but notice how it was consistent in many of the drawings. Thanks for reading!

oh that's so cool!!! and well, i kinda started it i think? i drew him with a scarf in my villa del sacapuntas drawing the very first day qsmp started.

my reason for giving qwilbur a scarf was bc i didn't wanna give him a jacket or coat bc i wanted to separate his design from his dsmp character, but i still wanted something flowy, to fill in the space, and because i like drawing fabric and coats and missed that :3 so i gave him a scarf. i made it red at first, then decided against it bc it was too harsh color wise and bc cwilbur is associated with red, i decided, well, why not blue then? because quackity was right next to him in my drawing, and i though the blue and yellow color scheme they both had suited them, and i like the idea that they matched so much that i kept the scarf blue!

so in short: the scarf is blue bc design choice and tntduo. and i guess the design just went around so now qwilbur wears a blue scarf in fanart x) there's other reasons ppl give for the scarf but. originally? the actual reason coming from me is tntduo

[heartofwritiing]

You drew stars around my scars.

paring: revivebur x fem!reader

summary: Wilbur is insecure about his body after coming back from limbo.

authors note: some revivebur reverse-comfort because he deserves some love.🥺 even tho he’s an ass i wanted to write something more vulnerable. I hope you guys like it :)

warnings: reverse-comfort, mentions of death, scars, kissing, body worshiping, praising, a little suggestive, but very soft, super unedited!

Coming back from the dead had its ups and downs.

For one, actually having any emotion besides numb was a perk. Rather it was every emotion coming flooding back into Wilbur's senses, especially the very bad ones. Still he missed feeling.

Before his death, Wilbur was a very complicated man, with a complex ego to prove himself. That still stands true to this day. Always had the drive to strive for greatness and it ultimately led to ruin.

Now he stood in-front of the tall mirror in your shared bedroom looking back at himself. The scar was prominent across his abdomen as his eyes trailed down. It stared back at him like a strike of lighting with how jagged it was. The aftermath of his father stabbing him in the chest with his own sword.

Wilbur hated how he looked like death itself. Bags under his eyes, the thinness of his stomach, and that prominent white streak in his hair that was a constant reminder of how he was a broken shell of a human.

Lately he hadn’t been sleeping well either, barely eating and showering since he’d forgotten about all those things in limbo.

That fucking train station…

Wilbur hadn't even heard you come into the room, too lost in the spiral of his mind when your voice called his name. It's soft but it's loud enough to startle him out of his daze.

Frantically he is pulling down the yellow sweater and fixing his state to greet you.

“Hello darling, I missed you,” he says.

You are confused as to why he's so nervous when you walk in on him inspecting himself in the mirror.

"You okay Wil?" you pull him into a hug. He's tense at the physical contact but welcomes it bringing his arms around you. Still not use to the affection you give him since he's been back, but he still appreciates it.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be," he says dismissively.

You pull back enough to gaze up at him with a concerned expression.

"You looked sad when I came in the room," you point out. "then you got all jumpy when you noticed me."

Wilbur was never good at expressing his insecurities. He never thought he deserved the luxury of being open, thinking that it made him weak. You knew this. It was never easy to get him to open up to you. You saw how his eyes looked scanning over his scar tissue when you walked in on him.

Plunged with a sword to his chest by his own father after destroying his nation.

He believed he deserved his unlawful fate, and all because of how treated the people he cared about. He was still learning to forgive himself for all the damage he caused. Especially towards you.

You had stood by his side since the very start. When he built up from a man with a drug van, to the leader of the small but proud nation dubbed L’manburg. Through it all you never once left him. Not even after Pogtopia, not even after his unplanned resurrection.

“I was just checking something,” he avoided your eyesight.

You didn’t buy his dismissal. You could always tell when he was lying.

“Wilbur,” you chastised. You take his hand in yours, feeling the roughness of his fingertips graze your knuckles as he intertwines your fingers together.“ you can tell me anything, you know that.”

Guilt crawls up his chest. He wants to try so hard to be better at communicating than this, but it’s so difficult sometimes. He takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. You wait patiently for him to collect his thoughts.

"Take your time," you say gently.

Wilbur swears he doesn't deserve you. You were the most understanding person he’s ever met. After everything he’s done. still you showed him the respect of a human being that he thought he didn’t deserve.

"I was looking at my scar," he admits.

There is no flicker of judgment in your eyes, which makes him look down nervously. You put your hand on his cheek to propel him back.

"Don't be embarrassed honey, c'mere," you motion to hug him as he leans over you to bury his face in your shoulder. Your fingers lace through his curls, soothing him to relax in your arms.

You quickly realized why Wilbur had become so shy all of a sudden without him telling you, he was feeling insecure about his body. You could see the judgmental look in his eyes as he scanned his chest with disdain in the mirror. You understood how he felt because you had experienced the same insecurities about your body many times before and he had been there countless times to reassure you that your body was so beautiful, so now it was time for you to return the favor.

“can i see?” you asked, he tensed in your arms and you slowly broke apart.

The look in his eyes were wide with fear. You gave him a smile and a look of reassurance that made him relax and nod his head.

So that's when you took him by the hands and led him to the bed.

Wilbur gazed down at you with a frown on his brow when you stood on your tippy toes to bring his lips into a kiss. Your hands trailed up from his hip bones to his belly.

Disconnecting your lips, you ask him for permission to continue with your movements.

"Can I keep going?" you questioned. playing with the hem of his sweater, motioning you want to remove the fabric.

Hesitantly he nods. "yes."

You kiss the tip of his nose and motion for him to lift his arms. You pull the yellow sweater up his body until his pale chest with freckles, faded stretch marks, and a long tattered scar stare back at you.

Your pupils dilate as you look upon your lover. He was utterly alluring and the most attractive man you’d ever seen, but understanding perfectly why he was so adamant to hide in his sweaters and trench coat. Though his body was beautiful in your eyes.

“You’re so perfect,” you gush, to which he blushes profusely at.

You reach a hand up carefully trace your pointer finger against his abdomen. Sliding downwards, he shudders at the contact. Your eyes flicker to his, doe eyes are fixated on you. Watching your next move carefully.

Your fingers drew patterns around the area, drawing shapes, random, more precise.

Stars around his scars.

Somehow his face reddened a deeper shade. You can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips at his flustered state.

“If it gets too much and you want me to stop, tell me and i will.” you say. Wilbur nods, not trusting his voice.

Your hand trails slowly towards his belly button to circle around it with the tip of your finger. His stomach bobs with an inhale.

Wilbur’s head spins, and his mind clouds at the sensation. Your touch is so intense to his touch-starved and deprived soul. It’s such an overload of emotions coursing through him.

The sudden gentle touch of your lips to his stomach has him choking on air. You pamper him in kisses as loving praises spill like an endless river into his skin.

“perfect.”

“gorgeous..”

“i love every inch of you, baby…”

You say all this and more in between kisses. As you trial up more and more towards the ending of his scar right before his sternum.

“You know what I love about this the most?” you ask curiously, peering up at him.

Wilbur barely registers your words as he makes a small hum. His eyes are shut while a crease forms on his forehead. Complete ecstasy written all of his face. A small part of you was satisfied seeing him in this state knowing you were the reason.

“I love how it shows you’ve overcome that version of you.” a kiss.“you never have to be that person again.”

You move to straddle his waist, nothing about this feels sexual in any way, at least not to him. It didn’t to you either, It was pure adoration and admiration.

Wilbur’s hands hastily fly to your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh to ground himself as his breathing picks up. feeling your lips continue their relentlessness against his burning skin he lets out an exhale trough his nose.

It's so soft and intimate. Pouring all your love into your touches. All the desire, love, and expectance you felt towards him all into one.

You can feel how hot his body suddenly got when you place a kiss over his heart, how it speeds up when you place another kiss and he lets out a shaky breath. It complies a grin to pull at your lips in satisfaction.

You want to show him just how much you didn’t care about what he looked like. Rather than the person he was. You feel his hands trail up your sides, bunching in the fabric of your shirt when you kiss up his neck and jaw.

When your face hovers inches over his, his eyes blink open. Both of you smile at each other, a mix of love and affection between you.

“you’re my whole world, i dosent matter to me who you were or what you’ve done. I love you more than anything. nothing will ever changed that.” you confessed.

Tears brim around his eyes.

“thank you my darling, i love you so much.” he kisses your nose. “m’sorry for everything i’ve done, sorry for being such an arsehole.”

His voice is shaky and on the verge of cracking with every word. “i’m sorry i left you-“

You hush him and bring your foreheads together as you let him cry out all the pent-up emotions. God knows how long he’s been holding this in.

“It’s alright.” you coo. “you don’t have to say anything else.”

He locks his arms around your body, bringing you into a tight hug and rolling you both onto your sides into a spooning position.

You both settle into the bed, running your fingers through his unruly curls, pressing kisses into the skin where you can reach, and whispering sweet nothings in the dark.

Once Wilbur is snoring softly into your neck. You slide your hand down his chest and slowly trace shapes around the scar tissue.

Drawing stars around his scars.

End

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tagging: @lillyspeakz @horny-p0et @sootwilb @xxvalentinezxx

[serpenndragon]

cw for horror-esque design art!

Just some concept art of Bad but it's intentionally spooky this time so :P

+ some fountain pen doodles so It isnt just a text thumbnail O-o

ignore that he doesnt have his scars or uhm. hair

We need more BadBoyHalo being a scary monster so I am here to deliver 🫡 If you havent seen my other art this is his "true" form and what he's worried about the other members seeing, even though a few already know (like quackity, wilbur, niki, tubbo, ect) and the other's probbaly wouldnt judge him or see him differently other than being a bit surprised.

This is turning into a bit of a species info dump but that's what tumblr is for I guess so !

Some things to know- This strange looking ten foot tall monsterish form is what regular Wither demons normally look like! Ofc they're not always pissed like how I drew here but the unsettlingness can still stick around when theyre not trying to be threatening just because of their large teeth, claws, and well being large LOL Bad, coming from the nether originally got the gist firsthand how the overworld viewed WIther Demons and most people were scared of him, so as a safety measure and for his own anxiety he learned transfiguration magic over the coarse of a few years to create himself a smaller, less thretening form. At first it was hard and painful to maintain his smaller form (which is about 5'6, gets rid of most of his teeth, smaller horns/tail/wings that can't fly and less defined leg joints) but after a while of using it frequently along with getting better with his magic he's able to maintain it prettymuch constantly! Though he does have to revert back for at least 30 minutes a day to avoid health issues and longterm transfiguration detriments. (I had a breif idea that during purgatory he would be forced into his true form to defend himself and/or because he kept his smaller one up in front of everyone for too long) Anyyyways Dapper and most of the other babies know about his real form! He lets them ide on his back sometimes and teaches them how to fly/roar and other silly things. hmm another fun fact, Bad has the demon equivelent of a dad bod, if you notice he shed the spikes on his upper back and neck (which parent demons do so their babies can ride on their backs safely), and gained the barbs on his lower neck (which he can rattle to better communicate and imitate the call of a baby demon, it doenst serve much of a purpose with the baby dragons seeing as they aren't wither demons but they've grown fond of the sound when Bad would make it on accident, and can mimic it <3) AKA with the addition of the dragon babies his body went into dad mode like it had when JR was born, he can't really control it but doesnt really mind and it does kinda help him with them anyways. In addition to the physical changes, he's also beome incredibly protective over them Despite them not being his bloodborn children (this is common for wither demons, since their species is scarce they evolved to get these paternal instincts and hormones when they take a paternal role which was meant for ophaned baby demons but works with other species too, Bad's just like oh okay I have a handful of baby dragons my body thinks is its own now woah okay

Went off on a tangent there LMAO i could talk about him all day anyways hope you like my ideas :D

[haunted-headset]

♩ Come Be Lonely With Me ♩

Summary: You're known as the 'loner' kid in high school. Wilbur's the popular boy. When he sticks up for you when his friends mess with you, he gets kicked out of his friend group. So, you two decide to be lonely together.

author's note: hey guys! i know nobody requested this, but I was bored :) this was based off of the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory!

pairing: school!bur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

word count: 796

proofread?: nope :)

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog (lemme know if you want to be tagged in the next one!)

warnings/cw: reader skips a meal, someone making a self-harm joke, mention of h*ntai (doesn't describe it, someone just assumes what someone's artwork is), swearing, mention of Wilbur shoving someone,

genre: fluff & a teensy tiny bit of angst

You sat down at your usual lunch table near the school's tennis courts & looked at your meal; the usual stale grilled cheese with a (most likely moldy) apple. You sighed & threw both items in the trash. You weren't hungry anyway.

You heard a loud crash sound from the table behind you. You turned around to be greeted with the sight of the popular kids getting involved in a food fight. They all looked identical; the girls were bake blondies & had their boobs practically spilling out of their tank tops, & the guys needed to pull up their pants. The only one who stood out to you was a boy named Wilbur. It was always odd how he ended up in the popular crowd since he seemed so...different from the rest. Unlike the other popular boys, he had a nice sense of style & didn't have a hideous haircut. Not to mention that he actually had potential, unlike his brain-dead friends.

You were too busy spacing out to react to one of the boys throwing an apple at your head. This earned a hearty laugh from everyone except for Wilbur.

"What's your problem?" you muttered.

"Yo! Lemme scan your barcodes!" one of the boys shouted to you.

Wilbur looked over at you with eyes filled with pity. You gave him a scowl in return.

"I bet she gets jealous of her phone when it dies," one of the girls laughed.

You rolled your eyes & put your earbuds in. You pulled out your sketchbook & you drew Wilbur, not knowing what else to draw. You liked his hair & wanted to try & make it look good on paper.

RJ, one of the popular guys, grabbed your earbuds & said to his mates, "Oi! I bet she's listenin' to MCR or some shit!"

"What the fuck is your problem?" you snapped, reaching out to grab your earbuds. He chucks them into the trash can before you can grab them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you shouted, which caused the group to laugh.

"I bet she's drawin' h*ntai, too!" RJ mocked, grabbing your sketchbook. "What's this? It looks like shit."

"It's nobody, now give it ba-" you started.

"I think it's Wilbur!" a girl laughed.

Wilbur's cheeks lit up like a red stoplight. Your cheeks followed suit.

"Aww, have you got a crush on 'im?" RJ teased. He chucked your sketchbook into the trash can.

"What the-my GSCE work was in there!" you yelled, blinking back tears.

"Oh yeah? You gonna cry?" he teased.

& then Wilbur did something very surprising. He shoved RJ to the ground.

"Can you leave her the fuck alone & not be a prick for about five seconds?" he snapped. You expected at least one person to agree. Instead, Wilbur was met with boos from his friends.

"We're just joking, Wilbs!" a girl shouted. "Don't be such an ass!"

"I'm not an ass, she just doesn't deserve harsh treatment," Wilbur said. You didn't stick around for the rest of the conversation. You walked over to the trashcan, fished your earbuds & sketchbook out of the trashcan & quickly walked over to the lockers.

You leaned against the wall next to your locker & slid to the floor. You sighed angrily & groaned with exhaustion. The bullying was a normal thing, but it wasn't ever like this. What was different? You weren't aware of any new rumors about you that had spread, so it couldn't have been that.

"Y/n?" You suddenly heard Wilbur's voice & he was standing in front of you.

"Yeah?" you asked, raising a brow.

He sat down in front of you. "You seem sad."

"I'm just pissed."

"Is there really a difference?"

"Yeah. When I'm pissed, I want to break a wall. When I'm sad, I want to break myself."

He nodded. "That makes sense."

"Does it?" you asked.

"Yeah. You're very good at explaining, from what I can tell. You're also very good at art. & you have cool hair."

He motioned toward your hair, which was dyed h/c. You smiled for the first time in weeks. He chuckled in response.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?"

You raised your brow. "Sure."

"Are you lonely?"

You blinked in surprise at the blunt question. "I suppose so."

He stood up & held out his hand with a smile. "Come be lonely with me."

You laughed & he helped you stand up. You two walked out to a field for the rest of lunch, & when the bell rang, you two decided to hop over the fence to skip class for the rest of the day to hang out at the milkshake shop nearby.

It was nice to be lonely with him.