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i have a whole page of sketches but im also posting this one on its own because Ummmmm
[id: a drawing of c!quackity and c!wilbur. quackity is grabbing wilbur by the front of his jacket, and rearing his fist back to punch him. wilbur is looking up at him and shouting angrily. his nose is bleeding. the whole drawing is colored red. end id]
#mcyt#dsmp#dream smp#tntduo#wilbur soot#quackity#art#fish makes art#i started out aiming to sketch them all cute and fluffy and then i was like. but what if they beat the shit out of each other
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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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Okay so like, imagine hearing that Wilbur is insecure about the way he looks (totally valid btw) and just taking him somewhere to sit down. Holding his hands and sitting on your knees in front of him, looking up at him softly.
You kiss his palms, every action full of gentleness, then his knuckles. And you sit there for hours, softly pointing out every little thing you love about him and pressing your lips to it.
“You see this right here?” you point to the dimple on the left side of his face and kiss it, “The cutest thing ever.”
“Your arms, look at these! So strong, so pretty.”
“Oh my gosh and your hands, Wil! Look! They’re gorgeous and so talented, you can play guitar better than anyone I’ve ever known.”
Every comment is laced with giddy love, adoration, worship. There is no lust, just pure unconditional love.
And by the end, he's pulling you into his lap and kissing you gently, whispering thank yous and smiling so big.
Sweet sweet boy :(
#mosslovestherain#moss writes#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur x reader#wilbur x you#insecurity#soft gentle love#fluffy fluff fluff
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I’ve cracked the code
#wilbur soot#michael holden#solitaire#lovejoy#alice oseman#ive cracked the code#its always men with fluffy hair and glasses
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tried my best at a @utahlivebur
hair looks weird lmao but whatever
#utahlive#dream smp#dsmp#wilbur soot#my art#artists on tumblr#Idk how to draw curly/fluffy hair ;-;#cw cigarette
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Gods are ever-shifting creatures. When they were gods of Harvest and Festivals, it made perfect sense that Technoblade and Wilbur would be intertwined. When rebellion broke out, naturally the hands and will of Revolution would be side by side. And then came the day when Wilbur became a god of Loneliness. He began to light floating lanterns, praying his other half would come home. Only, Wilbur didn’t realize the beauty of beacons is they draw in ALL who are lost and hopeless.
This mythology au contains themes of grief, hope, and the cure to loneliness that is found in one another. Major Character Death*
#*it's a cycle of rebirth as a mythological metaphor#basically I had a dream so fluffy and sweet I just had to ruin it with crushing angst#heads up this is the most I've ever choked up writing!#technoblade#tommyinnit#philza#wilbur soot#sbi au#sbi fanfic#sbi angst#technoblade fanfic#wilbur fanfiction#twins duo#twins duo fic#sleepy bois au#sleepy bois inc#sleepy bois fanfic#sleepy bois family#dsmp#dsmp fanfic#mcyt#mcyt fanfiction#i think this fic is going to make it abundantly clear i've read the bible#but it's kinda a 'girl what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament' situation#anyway I am having a blast with ancient writing conventions/imagery/vocabulary#just barely stopped myself from breaking out the thees and thous and thines#something to nom on
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When you re-read a fanfic title and suddenly you remember the plot. Congratulations to the author! You probably made a great title that makes sense if you read the fanfic or your fanfic is just popular enough.
I love the first one.
It happened to me with this beauty:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/42506799#main
#dsmp#alien sbi au#but tommy is just human#sad and fluffy#5+1!#philza#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#technoblade#ao3 fanfic#also put any fanfic that you remember the title or the plot reading the title if you want
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someone needs to tell those generic guys from tiktok that, although they may look like Wilbur soot, it does not mean they are able to sing like Wilbur soot
#tiktok#wilbur soot#lovejoy#look#I respect the ambition#but just because you’re a gangly man of ambiguous sexuality and fluffy hair#does not mean you’re able to sing#or play guitar#some of you play guitar horrifically#it hurts to watch#wright writes
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my hair is now curled and im gonna dye it soon to look more like Me but bro i am fuckin terrified and scared that i will not look how i want to. then i Cri
#wilbur soot irl#hair shit ig#also side note how does one dye a white streak into his hair#i just want my fluffy and wavy hair man :(#bro im Spaghetti
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you know the nerds have made it when the comp sci geek or minecraft Youtuber is the heart throb guy in a band
#wilbur soot#lovejoy#there’s this comp sci nerd in my cog sci class#except it feels wrong to call him a nerd#because he’s a cute boy with fluffy hair and those trendy circle glasses#and he’s in a rock band#nerds ain’t the socially awkward anymore we’ve upgraded to rock band front men#THIS is what nerd culture becoming mainstream looks like#I was completely taken aback when I found out Wilbur was in a rock band#the minecraft YouTuber ????????#scott pilgrim#scott pilgram vs the world#I guess
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i expect no response which is fine but anyways! I wanna get my hair cut, basically I want Wilbur Soot's hair or hair similar to that, like short and fluffy. However, I'm afab and I've got waist-length, only slightly wavy hair (my hair might be wavier but I only realised it's naturally wavy about 3 weeks ago so!). Anyone know if it's possible for me to get my hair cut like that? I don't even know if it'll suit my face shape either </3 I think my face shape is heart or round? I can't tell. If anyone does reply then thank you!
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SOBBING CRYING THROWING UP LILLY THIS IS A MASTERPIECE AND I LOVE IT
also pls add me to the tag list
i want to (fall into you)
a/n: hello! This is the hs au fic I wrote last night and totally forgot to post earlier today- sorry!! But it’s here and it’s- decent. The ending is kinda bad but I don’t want to change it so- sorry?! But yeah! Enjoy!
P.s this is kinda based off of a project I did in hs so- FUN!
hs! Wilbur x male!reader (bare with me- it’s my first time)
Warnings// kissing, like a lot. neck kisses, stimming, cuddles, one sexual innuendo (it’s barely anything.), reader overthinking, reader gets flustered sometimes, reader has a sister, reader and wil are both autistic, tooth-rotting fluff, and if I missed anything, please tell me!!!
wc: 2.6k
very much dedicated to my lovely brother @mysticalsoot , go check him out- he’s cool ig /j/aff
“Ok so, what do I have to do?” Wil asked as he sat on your bed.
Early in the day, you asked Wilbur to help you with your film project. He immediately agreed, stating, “what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t help my boyfriend out?”. Which led you here. In your bedroom, placing your bags by your desk and flopping down on your bed next to him.
“Nothing. All you have to do is sit there and be pretty.” You smiled up at the boy as he rolled his eyes and smirked at you.
“Aren’t I always pretty?” He climbed on the bed and leaned over top of you. Smiling up at him, you placed your hands on his jaw and rub his cheeks.
“Always darling. Always.” You smiled up at him as you pulled him down to your lips. Once his soft lips met yours, molding together, Wil placed his hand on your neck, cupping and rubbing your pulse point. Moving in sync, slow and deep, not wanting this moment to end. Wil deepened the kiss as he shifted to be fully on top of you, in between your legs. Placing his hands on your waist and squeezing the soft skin that lie there, always reminding you of how much he loved every part of you, even if you didn’t.
Before anything could advance, you pulled away from his lips, placing your forehead on his. Opening your eyes, you found Wil looking at with a pout on his lips. You smiled up at him as you scoffed, finding it funny how he always had to be kissing you in some way shape or form. Pecking his pout, you pushed him off of you as you got up and walked over to your bag. Pulling out your computer, you hopped back on the bed, infront of where Wilbur was lying.
“Come. I have to show you something.” You said, smiling eagerly at him as your computer started up. Logging in, you felt the bed behind you dip and legs come out to the sides of you. Feeling arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back so your back met his chest. You squeaked as you quickly grabbed your computer and placed it on your lap.
“There. Now I’m ready. Also, did you just invite me over to make out with me and watch movies all night?” Wil whispered into your neck as he hid his face, pecking the skin as he did.
Biting your lip to hide your smile, you turned your head to look at him. “Would that be so bad?” You furrowed your eyes at him as you grinned at him.
“Hmm, no. It actually sounds lovely.” He smiled at you as you smiled back at him, resting your forehead on his for a split second than turning your head back to open up the video you were looking for as Wilbur continued to leave small kisses on your neck and shoulders.
“Ahah! Here we are. Now, there are some rules!” You told your boyfriend sternly as you placed your hands on his thighs as you leaned back. “1.) no whining or complaining at me. 2.)-“ you thought for a second before you nodding and continued. “be respectful of this beautiful art piece I made, ok?! Two simple rules!”
“Yes sir.” Wilbur softly said in your ear, knowing the effect that word had on you.
Blushing, you slapped his hands that’s were rubbing your torso. “Shush. You didn’t have to say that.” You say as your relax back into his arms. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
As you press play, the beginning started. It was a black screen that cut to you fumbling with the camera. Wilbur immediately laughed at you as you rolled your eyes, smiling at his high pitched laugh.
Once you finally got it to stay up, you started the intro.
‘Hi. I’m Y/n, and this is my project. I know you said to create a film with someone you love dearly and have them talk about themselves, but knowing my person, he would just start rambling on and on about complete nonsense and somehow get me roped into it- it would just be, a lot. Yeah. A lot. So, here’s me talking about my someone I love very dearly. My boyfriend, Wilbur.’
As the video cut back to a black screen, you felt Wilbur take a deep breathe in and hold it. You grabbed his hand the was holding your waist, and interlocked them, giving it a squeeze before it continued.
The screen cuts again but this time to a video of Wil playing guitar. It was film on an older camera that you would find in your parents attic when you’re an adult, but it seemed perfect to you. Just like him.
“You took videos of me?!” Wil gasped out as you laughed.
“Maybe, now shhh! It’s about to begin.” You quickly squeeze his hand again as you start talking again.
‘Now that very handsome person right there is my boyfriend Wilbur. You also may know him as the lead trumpet in the marching band, the student body president or maybe the weird theatre kid. Either way, he’s pretty well known. Now what everyone knows about him is that he’s confident, funny, caring, creative and super smart. But I know and see things people don’t. And I want to share some with you.’
The video cuts again to Wilbur dancing around the kitchen with you, his playlist playing over the speaker as you both scream the lyrics and laugh with each other, the video taken by your sister.
‘Wil is a ball of love of energy. He’s the sun and moon if they were a person. He can be everywhere all at once, so full of joy and laughter and happiness, and the next second he can be calm and caring and sweet.’
The scene cuts again to another video of Wil hunched over his guitar, writing and erasing notes and lyrics down as he goes.
‘Wil is creative. Everyone can see that. When he gets an idea, it’s like there’s an invisible lightbulb that flickers on above his head and he’s racing to write it down or say it. And once he finally can say it, he doesn’t stop and he is super determined to make that thing happen to the best of its ability. I’d admire that a lot about him.’
The screen cuts yet again to a video of Wil reading ‘All along the Western Front.’
‘Now. He always says he doesn’t like reading. He hates it. But, once he sees a book with a good amount of history, American history to be exact, he’s all over. Wanting to read it and finish it all in one day. Taking in as much information as his big brain has. Oh! Also, if I ever mention my favorite books to him, he will go out of his way to rent that book and read so we can talk about it together. Whether he likes it or not.’
You smiled at the screen when it showed Wilbur’s nose scrunching up at something that was in the book.
“You look cute.” You whispered to him.
“Oh shut it.” You smile as the screen cuts yet again to a video you completely forgot you added. It was a video of Wilbur playing with your hands and swinging them back and forth while his head was in your lap.
‘Now Wil gets really excited sometimes. And sometimes he stims. A lot. But, I’m happy he feels comfortable to do it around me. Makes me feel at bubbly inside. Makes me stim too.’
Wil chuckles at that as he pulls you closer to him.
‘He also really likes to nuzzle. Anywhere he can find access too. Neck, arm, hair, shoulder, stomach, literally anywhere he desires. And he demands head rubs. It’s a must in his book.’
As the next clip cut to Wilbur pacing around the room, talking with his hands and smiling from ear to ear, you felt him nuzzles into your neck and give your ear a little kiss.
‘Wilbur loves to talk. And I love listening to him. And sometimes he’ll talk about the most random thing! Like the government, or food, or a movie he watched the other day, or how some people in the student body won’t listen to their presidents opinions. Spoiled bastard. But, I love him for it. And sometimes when he needs a break from walking and just needs to stand up for a couple minutes, he will put his leg up and stand like a flamingo. I don’t know how he has that balance but, he looks funny when he does it. Always makes me smile.’
The screen cut to Wil smiling at the camera as he looked at it. He starts to talk, but the audio is muted to what he’s saying.
‘Wil is an extraordinary person, yea. But he’s also human. And he has he ‘flaws’ people might say, but I think it’s what makes him perfect. When he’s sad, he shuts people out and bottles up his feelings. Doesn’t talk. Sticks with simple answers or hums. And it’s good enough in that moment. When he’s alone it all comes flowing out of him like a dam being broken. And it hurts me to know he does that still sometimes, but he’s gotten better about voicing his emotions. At least to me he has.’
The next clip is Wilbur making silly faces to the camera. You giggled at the screen as you held Wil’s hand tightly.
‘When he’s happy and energetic, he’s bouncy and smiley and bubbly. He’s super talkative and he moves around more. Like he’s trying to get the energy out as much as he can. He makes jokes a lot more, laughs a lot more at the simplest things. Does the goofiest shit ever. Pardon my language but it’s true! Just from one of his smiles, you can just tell how happy he is. He’s basically the sun in human form.’
You smile fondly at the screen as it cuts to you and Wil slow dancing in your room. The camera rolling and none of you noticing it. You forgot to turn it off, but you’re secretly glad you didn’t. You felt Wil smile against your neck as the clip started, rubbing your hand as he hummed a random tune to accompany the dancing.
‘Wil is many things. Most important, a human being. He gets mad, sad, happy, hurt, overwhelmed, underwhelmed, etcetera. But, that’s what I love about him. He’s human. He loves life and doesn’t let any of those thing stop him from enjoying anything. He loves like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. He cares for the people around him. He has goals and desires in life. He sets boundaries when he need too. And he’s a damn good guitar player.’
The last clip of the video was of Wil and you. Sitting on your bed and smiling deeply at each other. Two fools deeply in love with each other.
‘Wil is an amazing person. And it’s clear as day. At least it is to me and I hope it is to you. And I love him. With all my heart. Always will. Also look at his little smile-‘
Wil let out a laugh as the clip cut and went back to your face cam.
‘So that has been my presentation! Sorry if it was everywhere but, so is Wil. And it fits him perfectly. I hope you enjoyed me ranting about this silly guy. Bye.’
The video finally cut to black screen as a play button showed up in the middle, telling the couple it was done.
You smiled at the screen as it finished, happy with the work you did. Loving the videos and how you edited it. But you also had a hint of nervousness flash over your expression.
‘What was Wil going to think? Does he think it’s weird? Endearing? Will it upset him I did this without his permission?! I just wanted to do something ni-‘
“Darling? You with me? You got caught up in there again.” Wilbur whispered to you as he held you tightly against his chest. You nuzzled into him as you sighed and nodded.
“Yeah I know. I just- what did you think?” You ask nervously as you feared his answer slightly.
Wilbur could sense your anxiousness as your body tensed up and your heart beat got quicker. He quickly squeezed your hand a couple of times and kissed your cheek, signaling to you that he’s not mad, quite the opposite actually.
“I loved it. Almost made me cry in all honesty. I didn’t know you thought about me like that.” Wil smiled at you as your turned your head, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
“I tell you all the time! It’s like my 2nd favorite thing to do.” You smile at him as you place your hand behind his neck and play with the hair at the nape.
“Oh? Second favorite thing? What’s the first?” Wil smirks as he leans in closer to you, forehead connections with yours.
You roll your eyes and giggle at him. “My first favorite thing is to hang out with my awesome sister.”
Wil leans away from you, fauxing a hurt expression. “Ok wow. I see how it is.” He sasses at you as you laugh at his tone. His lips crack a small smile as you heard your laugh, loving the way it sounded.
“Sorry but siblings come first.” You took his face in your hands and squeezed. “You know that, you little chipmunk.” You said as your gently shook his head. Bringing your hands down to his neck, you ran your fingers through his hair. Humming in delight, Wil closed his eyes and leaned into your hands.
“I love you.” He whispers as he opens his eyes and gives you a dopey smile.
You bring your hands back down to his cheeks and look deeply into his eyes. “And I love you.”
Wilbur leaned in slowly, pecking your forehead, then your nose, next your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips. Soft and passionate, the kiss lasted longer than it probably should have but, the moment was too good to break it so fast. You both poured as much love and care into that one kiss to show just how much you both were in this for the long run. And that you’ll always have each other.
Slowly pulling away from the kiss, you scrunched your nose at him and smiled. Turning back around to your computer, you opened a new tab to Netflix as Wil moves from underneath you and lied down beside you. Getting the hint at what he wanted, you lord down next to him on your side, placing the computer in front of you as Wil wrapped his arms around you.
“What movie?” You asked your boyfriend that snuggled into your back, liking your warmth.
“Hmm… Don’t look up.” Wil mumbled out as he rest his head on your in your neck yet again.
You let out a breathy laugh as you searched the movie and got it ready to play. “Ready bubs?”
Once you felt him tap your hand twice, you started the movie.
“Thank you. For making your project over me. Means a lot.” Wil’s words were slightly slurred as sleep took over his body.
Smiling at his words, you lifted his hand up to your lips and kissed his knuckle, feeling him smile against your neck.
“Always my love. Now get some sleep, pretty boy. You deserve it.” You felt Wil nuzzle deeper into your neck.
“Hmm, I love you.” Wil whispered slowly as his words slurred into one. His breathing slowed down, signaling to you that he was asleep.
“And I love you most, darling.” You whispered, slowly falling asleep as you slipped from consciousness, feeling his chest rise and fall against your back. Bringing a sense of calm over you as you fell asleep with the sweetest boy cuddles against you and a content smile on your face.
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#mosslovestherain#moss reblogs#lillyyyyyyy my love#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur x reader#wilbur x you#fluffy fluff fluff#this was so good#I LOVED IT
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just sweet fluffy silly moments with wil :] plz 🙏
UUUUUGH YES
You and Wilbur waking up next to each other, soft kisses turn into giggles and Wilbur rolls on top of you, not wanting you to get up yet. When your hands reach his side to tickle him he's laughing so hard he's crying and his face hurts from how big of a grin he has.
Finally dragging him out of bed, you get to the kettle to start some tea, Wilbur behind you with his hands on your hips and his chin on your head, pouting of course.
It's a day where neither of you have to work, so you put on some music that you know he'll love and hand him some cleaning items. You both clean the kitchen, hips swaying and singing to each other.
When the water's ready and the tea is made, the two of you head over to the sofa, cuddling up to each other. Some days you read him a book with his head in your lap and your free hand in his curls, gently scratching (he loves those days), other times you pull up a movie to watch. But today was a day where you simply sat and enjoyed each others company, talking about nothing in particular, loving smiles thrown back and forth.
<3
#mosslovestherain#moss writes#moss answers <3#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot x you#wilbur soot fluff#wilbur x reader#wilbur x you#anon hellooooo#im in such a soft mood rn#fluffy fluff fluff#i loved writing this
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4eva (hasan piker x reader)
cw: depressed/bedridden!reader, entirely comfort
wc: 600+
a/n: if u think uve read this before, you have ! i originally wrote this for wilbur soot about 2 year ago but we all know how that went so . i rewrote it for hasan and its better now
When Hasan finds you, you’re curled into yourself and almost tiny. The big fluffy comforter makes it so only a small peak of your hair is in his view. If anyone had glanced, they would’ve thought the bed was empty. He knows better than that. He enters the space slowly, giving a low grumble of a greeting, making extra sure you know he’s there. He sits on the edge of the bed as delicately as he's capable. He watches your lump in the blanket rise and fall for a minute, mulling quietly over the right thing to say, and do.
“Are you awake?” he whispered, keeping the hushed tone of the room.
A couple seconds of silence pass, and he’s almost scared he’s disturbing your incredibly needed rest. Although you shake your head in response, he can't tell if it's a yes shake or a no shake. At least he knows you’re awake, whether you want to admit it or not. Before he can begin to overthink his options, your hand snakes its way out of its blanket shell, leaving it out and open for him. He still doesn’t see your face. He shuffles his large body closer to yours, almost testing the waters.
He was so stressed when he got the text from you. A simple “I need you” has never pierced him so sharply. He was on his way immediately, assuming the worst from something so vague. He knew if you were in danger, you'd call, but he can never stop his brain once it's in panic mode. The sight of your form in the blanket wasn’t enough to fully quell the pit in his head, but it would be better soon. He would make sure of it.
Your hand moving is what brings him out of his thoughts, making little grabby motions at him. He loves when you do that, he loves feeling wanted.
Finally, he decides to speak again, “Can I join you?” he mutters out sincerely, continuing to keep his voice low.
A whimpered, “Please,” is all he gets back.
He feels his heart squeeze at the plea, along with an involuntarily sympathetic, “awh” that escapes him. There's a slight pout on his face that, if the image had been taken out of context, would’ve looked as though he was fawning over a sad puppy. His insides are melting.
He physically can't keep you waiting any longer, or himself for that matter. He wants to squish you so hard into his chest, a piece of you stays with him forever.
He takes his shoes off, leaving them at the foot of your bed. Crawling over to lay in the space behind you, careful not to kneel on any limbs. He lays on top of your sheets, just outside the blanket cocoon. He’s still trying to give you space, while also being close. He's not sure why he’s so hesitant, worried about sending you back down whatever spiral landed you here. You turn over to face him, almost pathetically try to wrap your comforter around him. He fawns over you once again, admiring how caring you continue to be, despite the obvious aching. Gently reaching towards your face with both hands, he cradles your head in his large palms. He wiggles his too-big-for-your-bed-body into the protective layer that you've extended to him, tangling closer to you. Rubbing the apples of your cheeks, at long last seeing your pretty eyes gaze up at him. Your pupils dance around his face, looking hard, before your tears start acting up again. You practically smash your face into his chest, still pushing deeper. His warmth wraps around your figure as his arms do, your bodies melding to fit each other’s shape. He’d stay as long as you needed. Forever, preferably.
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— NOT MUCH LONGER
summary : wilbur has always been dedicated to his viewers, sometimes too much. his fans are aware of this, you are aware of this, and he is aware of this. so when you go multiple days without seeing your boyfriend because of how hard he's working you take matters into your own hands, not realising that thousands of people are there watching you do it.
genre : fluff
warnings : mentions of eating/food, a few swearwords, wilbur not taking care of himself, very small panicky moment
pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader
pronouns : she/her, reader is called wilbur's girlfriend/wife
featuring : cc!wilbur soot
requested : Could you do a fic where the reader isn’t a very public person (in regards to the internet) and one day, wilbur’s streaming and she goes in and brings him some food and kisses him, not knowing he was live, and when she notices, she just gets all red and embarrassed and wilbur goes out of frame with her and its just all fluffy, and the chat goes craaazy
word count : 1.3K
note : hi lmao. i know, i know it's been nearly 2 months since i 've posted anything. school really caught p to me, i was so stressed out i was crying like multiple times a day for a few weeks. i wanna thank you guys for your patience, i have one more week of classes before spring break and then exams are right after that so i am really unsure of how much free time i'm gonna have until like mid-november.
There was a lot of things that you loved about Wilbur. Of course there was, the two of you had been together since university, nearing on 5 years. Knowing for someone that long, though, and there were obviously aspects of your boyfriend that you were less than fond of. There weren’t a lot, but the main one was the fact that he was a major workaholic.
You were completely understanding of how important his job was to him. He had been doing it longer than you’d even known each other and you’d never want to do anything to make it seem like you were anything less than supportive.
But the last couple of weeks had been driving you crazy.
He’d be out all day filming for twenty different videos or in the studio - that was fine, you had your own work and hobbies to keep you occupied. But then he’d get home and it was straight to editing, or writing, or meetings for merch, album art, new videos. It had gotten to the point where you hadn’t even seen him in two days. You knew he’d been home, you vaguely heard the shower running while you were asleep, so tired you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head. Clothes had been added to the laundry hamper, and water glasses had been added to the sink. He’d messaged you, of course. You were high on his list of priorities, it being a no-brainer that whenever he got a free minute he was texting you to let you know where he was going, promising that he’d be home soon.
When you got home from work, you were pleasantly surprised to find his docs at the front door, neatly kicked to the side so they were out of the way along with the rest of your collective pile. You put your stuff down and practically floated around the house, searching for your boyfriend. Not in the kitchen, though the dishes had been done for you, left to dry. Not in the living room, though there was a coat draped over the back of the couch that you picked up and deposited in the bedroom (also empty, but his side of the bed was rumpled like he’d fallen straight on top of the blankets).
You were walking down the hallway when you finally heard him. He was talking softly, not outside of the norm for him. His office wasn’t soundproof, and you often heard him through the walls as you went about your day, whether that was laughing loudly as he streamed, or the muffled sound of him strumming his guitar, trying to write a new song. He was being quiet, probably editing a video. You knew he had his own room in the group office, just for him to edit, but he liked to bring them home sometimes.
You went back into the kitchen to dry the dishes for Wilbur and you noted that there weren’t any new plates added to the pile. You knew that Wilbur had eaten while he was gone, he’d texted you every time they ordered food, but you also knew that it had been a couple of days since his last home cooked meal. You, admittedly didn’t have much in the pantry, but it was made with love, which was the thought that counts.
That was the thought on the tip of your tongue as you knocked gently on the door, a plate of mac and cheese and a glass of water in hand, smile breaking out at the sight of your boyfriend at his desk.
Wilbur’s viewers had always been aware that he had a girlfriend. He mentioned you for the first time after you guys had been together for a year, and since then you were a sporadic presence in his online life, maybe a mention every couple of weeks or months. They didn’t know anything else though, not even your name. His viewers, over the past couple of years had developed their own nicknames for you. It started from one of the first streams you were mentioned in, someone in chat asked if you were Wilbur’s wife. He’d laughed, said no, and then tried to say you were not his wife, and instead pronounced it “wiff.” It got slightly out of hand over the years, with most people lovingly referring to you online as wiffleball. Wilbur had apologised profusely for the slip up, but you found it too funny to actually care. It was definitely weird for you to see, though, the phrase ‘Wiffleball’ randomly trending every couple of months.
So, they didn’t know your name, and they definitely didn��t know your face. Wilbur was usually on high alert for even your footsteps outside the door, let alone you wanting to come inside. He’d yell that he was live, and you’d wait dutifully at the door for him to come outside. It was more for your sake than his, but he cared just as much about your right to privacy as you did. But today, he was so preoccupied with the fact that he hadn’t seen you in nearly three days that he completely forgot to.
The monitor with his own face in it was tilted away from the door, and you were so entranced by the smile on his face that you didn’t notice until it was too late. He was standing to meet you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Hi, lovely, I’ve missed you.”
“Missed you too, Wil,” Your hands were on his arms the second you placed the food down, and you were right about to kiss him properly when you saw a fast movement out the corner of your eye. His chat was whizzing by so fast that you almost couldn’t read it. You backed out of frame immediately, almost out of instinct, wide eyes meeting Wilbur’s. “You’re streaming?”
“Fuck,” Wilbur made sure that you were definitely out of the frame before putting his stream back on the loading screen and going back to check on you.
Your breathing was much faster than usual and he could all but see your heart jumping out of your chest. “I am so sorry, darling, I was too busy being happy to see you that I completely forgot that I was even streaming. Are you okay?”
Your hands found Wilbur’s shirt, clenching it between your fists and burying your face in the fabric across his chest. His hands were securely on your back as he held you while you calmed your breathing. You weren’t crying no, he could tell you just needed to slow your breaths down and you’d be alright. He was whispering reassurances in your ear and within a few minutes your heart had calmed down. “I’m alright.”
“I’m so sorry,” Wilbur launched immediately into apologies again but your vice grip on his shirt stopped him.
“I’m alright, Wilbur.” You strangely were alright. What you could see on the chat were all nice things, they were all so excited to see you. “Never want to go back on your stream again, but I’m okay with them seeing me.”
“You don’t have to be okay, love, if you’re not. I’ll get the VOD taken down when I’m done and edit you out and say something about not circulating the video, I am so sorry-”
“I’m fine, Wilbur.” You pulled the fabric closer to your chest, the movement effectively silencing him. “Like I said. I am still good not showing up on your streams and stuff, but you can leave the video up. I’m alright with it, I promise.”
He softened at your determined face. “I love you,” he said in place of another apology. “I love you, and I am still sorry that I forgot to tell you. No more until you say so, I promise.”
“Thank you,” you said earnestly, loosening your grip on his shirt. “I’ll let you finish up now, do you think you’ll be a while?”
Wilbur kissed you softly before sitting back in his chair and looking up at you full of love. “Trust me, I definitely won’t be much longer.”
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id 1: a digital sketch of c!wilbur, just after being revived. he is shown from the mid-chest up, looking towards the camera with a determined smile. his nose is bleeding and dripping onto his sweater, which is torn open in the middle, revealing his poorly stitched chest wound. his hair is long and messy, tied back in a low ponytail and half-hidden under a beanie. he has stubble along his jawline, and he’s also wearing red sunglasses along with his usual outfit. the sketch is dark red with a golden yellow background and white starbursts drawn behind his head, as well as smaller cartoonish stars. end id 1.
id 2: a traditional black and white sketch of the same drawing. not much is different from the final product other than there being less shading and the background being a simple rising sun design. end id 2.]
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