#it’s softball!wilm….

[lillyspeakz]

the good I’ll do. pt. 1

a/n: this has been a long time coming huh?! This has been in the works for the past YEAR!!!! fuck Shelby. Anyways !! This is only half of the actually story and it’s about 3k words! So enjoy some lesbian content!

Warnings: lesbians in love but sad, female reader, Wilma is stupid, Wilbur and Wilma are siblings, kinda just a backstory

wc: 3k

OH ALSO! This is beloved softball!wilma!!!

It’s been a while since she’s been back. She hasn’t been in this old small town since she left for college to play softball and major in art. After 4 excruciating years, she finally majored in art and film, and after graduation she got the hell out. She thought college was going to show her something new, give her more opportunities than what she used to have. And it did, but she soon learned that it wasn’t for her. None of it was.

Not the sororities, not the clubs, not the parties, not the cities, none of it. She missed the stables, she missed the dirt roads, she missed her truck. She missed her family cook outs and she missed her brother. She missed you.

Wilma didn’t have a lot of regret throughout her life, but the one thing that she regretted was leaving you and her family. She broke up with you late summer before she left, not wanting to deal with the distance and heartbreak that would follow soon after you both realized it wouldn’t work. Or at least that’s what she thought. After the break up, you lost contact with each other. Her family supported her and her scholarship , but she knew they always wanted her to stay close. Yet she still fled, which she still felt guilty about.

So she graduated, got her degree and fled back home, wanting to be somewhere she knew and go back to the same old thing she loved. Yet she didn’t plan on being bombarded by family and friends as she walked into her childhood home.

“Oh my baby’s finally back!” Diane, Wilma’s mother exclaimed as she held her daughter close.

“I missed you too mom.” Wilma said as she laughed and went to hug her dad.

“Look at you, all grown up. You’re taller than me now! You and your brother!”

“We’ve always been taller than you dad.” Wilma heard her twin say from behind her. Swinging around, she smiled and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wilbur let out a small ‘oof’ at the added body weight, wrapping his own around her torso and squeezed.

Wilma and Wil were always close, always have been. Yes they fight and yell but they’re siblings, it’s bound to happen. Hell! They spent 9 months in their mothers stomach together, pushing and kicking for room. But they were there for each other, no matter the situation. If either of them got a cut from falling off their bike or tripping on concrete, they’d patch the other up. Needed to pretend to be the other for a test? They have wigs in their lockers and they dress practically the same! Wilma got lonely at college and needed someone other than stuck up rich girls and guys who didn’t appreciate people? Wilbur was on the first plane he could catch.

They loved each other. More than words and actions can express.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Wilbur whispered back as the rocked back and forth, taking in the moment of being with their other half again. “Ok, everyone’s looking at us…”

“Ok ok, you could’ve asked me to stop!” Wilma laughed as she wiped her eyes and smiled at him. He smiles back at her as he shoves her shoulder back and ruffles her already messy hair up.

“Stop crying, we have food and cake for you. Oh! And since you’re back in time, we’re going to the rodeo tonight to kick summer off and you being back! You have your boots still?”

“Duh… I’m not dumb. I love them too much.” Wilma laughed as she pointed to the boots sitting next to her suitcase. Wil had got her a new pair for Christmas and sent them to her, saying how she needed to let people know her roots. She wore the boots almost every day.

Walking into the kitchen she saw a spread of some of her favorite foods and deserts. She almost cried once more when she took a bite of the homemade food and felt how warm and delicious it was, just like how she remembered. Wil teased her for being so sentimental, but he was happy she was back.

Her mom wouldn’t stop smothering her in kisses and her dad showed her where her old truck was and how he fixed it up a bit for her. Wilbur secretly took photos of her hugging the hood of it and sent them to you with the caption, “she’s back!”

You and Wilbur have always been best friends, ever since the swing incident in first grade where he kicked you in the nose and broke it. And that’s how you met Wilma too. You always liked her, but you didn’t start liking her until the end of middle school. You always caught yourself looking at her, laughing at her small antics, and screaming for her when she won a big game. Wil always made fun of you for being her number 1 supporter.

So once you and Wilma started dating, it wasn’t any surprise to anyone, knowing how both of you pinned over each other for so long. Everyone thought you’d get married and live in a little ranch house with a farm, you doing something with music and Wilma becoming a world famous artist who worked from home and a softball coach on the side.

But once you broke up, everyone knew it would break both of you. Of course Wilma did it before she left so people wouldn’t see her in that state, but you stayed. You never left. Everyone saw how devastated you were, how out of place you felt when you were around friends, you didn’t have that light to you anymore.

Wilbur was there for you, the whole time. Telling you that she didn’t want to end it and it was just for the best in her mind. You believed it because he knew her like the back of his hand and you did too. You knew why she did it but didn’t understand why she didn’t talk to you first.

You never lost feelings, always keeping an eye on her accounts and getting updates from Wil every day if you could. You wanted to call her, to tell her you loved her and missed her and wanted her so badly. But you held back, knowing it would only lead you down another rabbit hole. Wil’s updates were enough for then.

But seeing that photo, and seeing that she was here in the same town as you, sent you yearning and nervous. You wanted to see her but what if she didn’t want to see you? What if she wanted to completely avoid you? What if she has a new partner that Wil didn’t tell you about?!

‘Is she coming tonight?’ You replied back after putting a heart on the photo. The three dots made your stomach shift as you waited impatiently for the answer.

‘Yes ma’am. Better put on your best singing voice!’ Wil replied. You shook your head as you smiled. You started singing at the annual rodeo for the beginning of summer your sophomore year with your handy guitar, and you kept going back. People loved it as much as you did. It was the day you and Wilma got together as well, her having come up to you after you were done and kissing you.

You smiled at the memory as you sent Wil the middle finger emoji, suddenly excited for tonight. Grabbing your guitar, you got in your run down car and drove to the center of town where the pavilion was.

-

Wilma was never one for the rodeo. The only reason she went was because her family absolutely adored the time together and the little get away. Plus you were there. Your family ran the event and her family always helped set up and donate things for raffles or just decorations!

The whole event was a week long, filled with singing, dancing, games, and fair rides. Everyone in town and out of town came and had fun. It was known to be the “kick off of the summer”. Your town spends all year, saving and putting on fundraisers to put this on, and it gets better each year.

You and Wilma had your first date at the fair , having played some silly games and going on stomach twisting rides. The last thing you did that night was go to the softball fields, lay in the grass and look at the stars. While of course eating the McDonald’s you both ordered.

It was perfect. All of it was.

That’s why she was nervous to go now. She hasn’t been to one where you too haven’t been next to each other all night, but she guessed there’s a first for everything.

“Do I have to go?” Wilma whined as Wil went through her closet and picked out an outfit for her. Nothing fancy but something that said ‘hey! I’m back!’ according to Wil.

“Yes you do and I don’t care what you say, you aren’t running away from your problems-“

“I’m not-“

“Yes you are. You know they’ll be there, and you’re scared to see them, I get it! I do! But Wilm, they want to see you…” Wil said as he set down a pile of clothes on the bed and looked at her.

Wilma sighed as his words sunk in. You wanted to see her. And she wanted to see you. It was bound to happen sometime soon, so why not now.

Flopping back on the bed, she huffed and looked at Wil. “When do we leave?” She asked as Wil clapped and threw clothes at her.

“That’s my sister! Now look through these and we leave in 45!” Wil yelled before he closed the door.

Wilma groaned as she let her head rest on the cushion beneath her. Her thoughts were full of you and what would happen when you both saw each other. Would you cuss her out? Would you hug her and cry with her? Would you slap her and tell her you hate her?! So many outcomes yet she’d have to wait and see.

Picking up the clothes, she wasn’t disappointed in the clothes her other half chose, knowing her and what she usually liked. Huffing, she picked out simple work jeans with a graphic t-shirt she stole from her dad. She put her boots on and grabbed her hat, it matching her boots thankfully. Her hair was done in French braids and she felt… well she felt like herself again.

As she walked down the steps, she felt like it was a school dance she was going to with the way her mom gasped and all of her family was smiling at her. “Really?”

“What? It’s your first night back, and you look like you, not some stuck up rich kid-“

“William!” The pairs mom hit Wil’s arm as she scoffed at him. Wilma smiled and shook her head, waving them off.

“He’s right mom. It’s nice to be back and dressed in clothes that aren’t too tight.” Wilm smiled at her brother, earning a wink from the man as she walked over towards him, slipping into the space between the couch arm and him.

“Ok, where is your father? I swear he’s worse than you Wilma. Mark! We have to leave!” Diane yelled up the steps as she heard a groan and a ‘hold on’ come from the bathroom.

As they heard the floorboards creek, they all saw the man come down stairs with the cheesiest grin. As he came into view, the group saw his shirt, Wilbur and his mother dying laughing as Wilma hid in embarrassment. The shirt had a picture of a young Wilma on the front in her softball uniform, text that said ‘my daughter’s better than yours’.

Wil nudged her and laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry I have one too. It’s a special occasion today though. Welcome home sister.”

As that was said, they all decided it was a good time to leave, not without Wilma protesting for her dad to take off that ridiculous shirt. As everyone hopped in her dads car, she saw her old truck sitting there. It had been untouched for years and Wilma didn’t even know if it still worked, let alone had gas. But she took her chances.

“Hey dad! Does that beauty still run well?” Wilma asked as her dad looked at the old pick up truck and looked to her with a smile.

“Just fixed her up last week. I knew you’d want to drive her around.” Mark said as he threw the girl the keys, excitement evident on her face as she caught the object and started heading towards the machine. “Full tank of gas and everything. No need to thank me. Oh! I also fixed the aux.”

“Dad you are the absolute best! I love you so much! Wil you comin’?”

“Is that even a question?!” Wil ran over to the car as Diane told the pair to be safe and they’d meet them there. The twins didn’t see it, but both parents were smiling at the pair with love and happiness lacing through every curve. They were happy their babygirl was home, happy that her brother wasn’t alone anymore, knowing how much he missed her even if he didn’t say it. They were happy she was going out again.

And so was she.

-

Pulling up, windows rolled down as Morgan Wallen blasted through the speakers, Wilma turned off the car as Wil hopped out. Sitting in the car for a minute, Wilma took a deep breath as Wil turned back and sighed out. Placing his arms on the window seal, he poked his head in and waited.

“It’s going to be fine Wilms. She misses you. Everyone does. Just have fun. Please, for me and you.” Wil said to his other half as she sighed out again and hopped out of the car. “Hell yes! We’re on baby!” Wil yelled out over the blaring music from the event, wrapping his arm around the girls shoulder, dragging her over to the mass amount of people.

-

As you heard the yell of the familiar voice, you quickly turned around to see the man with his arm around the girl, smiles on both of their faces. Your heart ached as you took her in, taller than before yet everything stayed the same. The same shirt she wore all the time strewn across her torso, tucked into her pants that fit her perfectly, unlike the pants you saw her wear in her post while she was in college, desperately trying to fit in with social standards there. Her laugh sounded so familiar yet distant, haven’t heard it in person besides the videos you’d watch when things got hard. She was familiar yet distant.

Your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with Wil, a smile on his face as he nodded towards the girl beside him. You quickly turned away, back towards the stage that people were preforming on, hands bunching your dress up as you grounded yourself the best you could. You didn’t think it’d be this hard to see her again, especially after you both had time to think. Yet seeing her here, in a place that was a regular for you both to go to, mess around and be hopelessly in love, made your heart hurt. The millionth time you two were here in the same room, yet the first you weren’t actually together, glued to each others side.

“Hello darling, how are you doing?” Diane come into view, her arms outstretched towards you as you went into her embrace, always loving her hugs. Diane was like your second mother, always spending time with her and talking about random things. She welcomed you into the family with open arms, her mom and yours being friends and always wanting you to marry one of her kids. She still has that wish and voices it, and you do to.

“I’m doing good. Is she ok?” You asked, your nerves higher than before. Diane smiled softly at you as she nodded.

“Yeah she is. She’s happy to be home… why don’t you go talk to her?” The women asked as she pointed at where the girl was as you looked over at her.

As if on time, Wilma turned around and caught eyes with you. Her eyes widening as you kept the contact, her brown ones bringing you a sense of comfort and ease as her expression relaxed. A sad smile made its way to your face as hers did the same.

“Go on love, she wants to see you.” Mark said as he came over, seeing the tension across the room as you broke eye contact with the girl and looked over at the girls adoring parents. You smiled softly at them as you began to walk over, thanking them as you weaves in and out of people.

Wilma silently panicked as you crossed the room, tapping Wil as he turned to see his best friend walking over towards the pair. A smile made its way to his face as he patted the girl on the back, wishing her luck as he walked over to the drink table.

Wilma cursed Wil as you finally stood in front of her, a small smile still on your face as you played with your hands, nerves running all over your body.

Wilma looked down at you as your face was hidden by your hair, looking down at your feet, afraid to make eye contact once again.

“Look at me, dear. Please.” Wilma said softly as she brought her hand to your chin, gently lifting your head up to look at her. At that moment, the next person to cover a song started to play, starting over by Chris Stapleton blaring through the speakers as the guitar rang through the small space.

A small laugh left both of your lips as you looked at each other, comfortable in the space that was now created by the two of you. As you both continued to look at each other, everything came back. All the endless memories you made, how everything ended and how stupid you both were to give up so easily.

“Hi.” You said a small laugh escaping both of you as Wilms hand now cupped your face, rubbing your cheek bone as she smiled down at you.

“Hi.” She said back as she took you in for the first time in forever. “You look amazing. As beautiful as ever.” Her words made a flush come over you as you shook your head and looked down, hiding your face.

Her touch made you feel warm again, like you had been living in the cold for years and now that she’s back, you were finally where you needed to be. As you looked up to tell her everything, spill your guts right there and then for the only women you’ve ever loved and will ever love, someone tapped you on your shoulder. As you spun around, you saw Wil standing behind you, pointing towards the stage.

“Sorry to interrupt but, they need you on stage, like now.” Wil said as you cursed out, squeezing Wilma’s hand that had been on your cheek, excusing yourself as you rushed to the front.

“She’s singing still?” Wilma asked, eyes furrowed as she looked at the man beside her, a smirk being placed on his face as he nodded.

“Yes she is. She said it helps her get through this week since you left.” Wilbur nudged the girl knowingly, seeing a flash of love in her eyes as a smile took over her expression. She remembered how she always expressed how much she wanted you to sing at these, wanting everyone to know how good of a singer her girlfriend was, cheering you on as you smiled at her.

She stood silently with Wil, arms crossed as she watched you walk on the stage, smile on your face as you strummed, making sure the speakers were on correctly.

“Hey y’all! How are we doing tonight?” Everyone cheered around the two, Wil joining in as Wilma laughed and clapped. “Nice! If you haven’t yet, go eat, get drunk and have fun! Now, I have a little bit of a fun song planned, do you guys feel like singin’ n dancin’?” Cheers and the sounds of chairs scrapping across the wood floor from guest standing up were heard all around as the dance floor was flooded with couples and children eager to put their skills to work.

Wil pointed the pairs parents out in the very front, cheering for you on the stage to start, making you laugh. You gave one last look to Wilma and smiled, looking over at the small band you had with you as you started to strum the beginning notes.

As the rest of the band chimed in, everyone cheered and dances were being made as the music continued.

“Heading down south to the land of the pines, I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline. Starin’ up the road and pray to God I see headlights!” You sang, the smile on your face brighter than any sunrise Wilma’s ever seen. As she continued to look at you, her own smile grew as you looked at her once more and kept the stare while singing the chorus.

The song was one of Wilma’s favorites, she’d always play it in car rides or even on the speakers as you spent hours helping her pitch on the softball fields. The melody and words reminder her of how much she loved you and would do anything for you.

Her smile faltered as she remembered all of the thoughts she had after hang outs, how she wanted to marry you and do life with you. But she ruined that opportunity the day she left, which ended up being hell anyways. She wish she listened to you. She wished she listened to everyone telling her to stay and go somewhere near home, but no, she was selfish for all the wrong reasons.

And now she has to make up for it.

As the song ended and the crowd dispersed to take a breather before the next performance, Wilma excused herself from Wil’s side as she made her way across field, stopping at her car as she did. She grabbed her old softball bag, laughing at all the tears and mud splattered across the fabric before grabbing her speaker.

[lillylvjy]

GUYS WILMA FIC TONIGHT YIPPIE

[phxntomsdusk]

Softball!Wilma hc’s

while I struggle to start the fic.. have these.

tags: @lillylvjy , @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @vibestillaxxx , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @pheliiaa , (ask to be added!)

Softball!Wilma who hated when you started to show up. How the couch would listen to you more than her, how you became the favorite. Until she realized you were the coaches kid

Softball!Wilma who would throw random insults your direction when she was frustrated during a game

Softball!Wilma who found herself paying more attention to you then the other team

Softball!Wilma who struck out for the first time in the season because she couldn’t get her mind off of you

Softball!Wilma who insisted to the couch you stop showing up because you’re a distraction

Softball!Wilma who finally came to terms with her feelings and asked you out by writing it on a ball, sneaking it into your bag before you left

You rummaged through your beg, seeing the bright yellow ball sat there. It confused you, you hadn’t packed that. You grabbed it out, seeing the neat handwriting with a date and time.. and her name. On the back was a small note:

“I know I’ve been mean to you buts it’s because you distracted me. Your beauty distracted me. Date? Please?”

Softball!Wilma who started getting excited when you showed up to practices and games

Softball!Wilma who began to talk to you when she was on bench

Softball!Wilma who stole glances at you when she was in the field

Softball!Wilma who requests help with her eye black before a game, insisting you do it best, but really just what’s to be close to you

Softball!Wilma who winks at you before she pitches her third and final strike, saying she could only do it because you were watching

Softball!Wilma who steals kisses from you before she goes to bat, insisting it helps her

“Wilma! You’re gonna miss your turn, go!” You couldn’t help but giggle as she kept kissing your face, her hands firmly planted on your sides. “Just one more.. I need good luck. You’re my lucky charm.”

Softball!Wilma who let you draw hearts on the grip of her bat and globe, so she can always think of you when she’s playing

Softball!Wilma who drags you to the gas station after a game, making up for lost time by getting you your favorite snacks

You watched as she scanned through the small rows of candy and snacks, a small pile forming in her hand of the things you both liked. “Wilm, you don’t have to, save your money-” She quickly shut you up with a soft kiss, some of the eye black from her face getting onto you. “I didn’t get to see you for nearly 4 hours, please.. it’s my treat, love.”

Softball!Wilma who tries to take you to each of her travel games, no matter how are they are. She’ll beg your parents if she has to

Softball!Wilma who shows up to your house after a rough practice or game, just wanting attention from her love

The sudden knock on your bedroom door threw you off, watching it creak open to reveal an upset looking Wilma. “Hey, Wilm. What’s wrong?” You gestured for her to come closer, which resulted in her plopping atop of you.

A few minutes later she was explaining how she had a rough game, the other team was constantly saying things, and it just got under her skin. Thankfully.. she had you.

“I love you, don’t listen to them. Okay?” You kissed her head softly, seeing as she looked up at you and kissed your jaw. “Okay.. I love you too.”

Softball!Wilma who constantly paints the fields she plays at, and uses the colors of the other teams jerseys for her signature

Softball!Wilma who gives you her old jerseys to wear when she switches teams during a new season / year

Softball!Wilma who has you help name the team during their first practice

Softball!Wilma who sends you constant selfies and pictures from her away games, mostly ones she can’t bring you too

Softball!Wilma who accidentally gets dirt on your clothes as she tries to kiss you after her games

Softball!Wilma who’s nickname for you is “my lucky charm”

You stood on the dugout, cheering loudly as Wilma made yet another home run. She almost immediately rushed to your side as she ran past the plate, scooping you up in her arms and kissing you passionately.

“I couldn’t have done it without, my lucky charm.” She spoke softly, kissing you on the forehead before finally putting you down.

Softball!Wilma who calls you whenever she gets the chance during her away games

[farhanwhy2k]

Missouri softball: five Tigers earn SEC postseason honors

Missouri softball: five Tigers earn SEC postseason honors

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Five players on the Missouri softball team received recognition in the Southeastern Conference postseason awards, which were revealed by the league office Tuesday.

Sophomore outfielder Cayla Kessinger, junior first baseman Rylee Pierce and junior outfielder Kolby Romaine each earned All-SEC second team distinctions for their play in 2018.

-Freshman second baseman Brooke Wilmes was also…

[lillyspeakz]

GUESS WHOS POSTING A LONG WILMA FIC TODAY!!!!

[lillylvjy]

There may be a fic with this song involved

[lillylvjy]

Three fics tomorrow y’all

[lillyspeakz]

fics that weren’t on the first masterlist.

Wilbur:

random blurb.

stuck forever (by the glue)

blurb.

blurb.

tender is the night (for a broken heart)

baby im a fool (for you)

here comes (the sun)

we’ll be (alright)

walking out the door (with your bags) /pt. 2

so I made a (promise)

I want to (fall into you)

oh (the places you’ll go)

need 2

Bursonas:

you’re the only I need (with me)

nothings gonna take you (from my side)

butterfly (fly away)

wait-ghost?! (Was supposed to be a series but didn’t get to it)

on again (off again)

be my (be my baby) READ WARNINGS!

zombur fic.

if I’m so special (why am I secret)

Wilma:

random blurb

take me back (to the night we met)

I want you (I need you)

lonely girl (you are my world) / pt.2

Softball/country! Wilma:

now all I want (is you)

Practice in the rain (and mud in the hair)

things hs!wilm would post.

all the lights (down low)

won’t pretend to know (the challenges your facing)

so ride with me (tonight)

Tommy:

rises (the moon)

only you.

James:

you’re the only (friend I need)

[lillylvjy]

all the (lights down low)

notes; hello! Um, this took a bit to write and edit but - I hope you all enjoy! This is from @phxntomsdusk softball!wilma au! Go check it out! Love myself softball wilm-

warnings; TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF! Wilma and reader being so in love, Wilma being cocky, mentions of hurting each other jokingly!, kissing, dancing, country music…, and if I missed anything please tell me. Oh yeah, Wilma wears rings-

edited; slightly I skimmed

wc; 2.8k

who; softball!wilma x reader (gn! reader)

(I will he using this picture again in the future)

Today was pretty boring and gloomy. The sun wasn’t shining like it usually was, even though Wilma insisted the sun was right in front of her eyes shining so bright and beautiful, and rain coating everything in sight.

You were currently by your locker, getting ready to go to the last class you had before you got to leave. You were thinking about what you would do after you left, knowing that your mom already cancelled practice with the help of you begging her to because of the rain.

Sleeping, get coffee, annoy Wilma- that sounds fun!

You quickly got interrupted when someone shut your locker from behind you and kept the hand placed on the metal. From the look of the muscular hand and rings, you had a guess who it was.

“Turn around, I wanna see my pretty baby.” You could practically hear the smirk as she talked. Biting your bottom lip, you slowly turned around and leant against the locker, Wilma’s arm beside your head. Looking up at her, you quickly tried to hide your smile as she smiled down at you. Call it cheesy or gross, but you could never not blush and get flustered when she looked at you like you were the only person she’ll ever need. “Hey, don’t hide that smile from me! Look at me, please.”

You quickly lifted your head again and looked at her with a soft smile, bringing a hand up softly to rest of her cheek. “Hello my love.”

“Hi baby.” Wilma said with a soft voice as she rested her forehead on yours. “How’s your day so far?”

“Good, besides the rain. I wanted to do something today.”

“Well thank god I showed up because I have something you can do!” Wilma said as she kissed your cheek and wrapped her arm around your neck, walking you to your next class that you had together. You both thanked the universe at the end of the day for putting you in a lot of the same classes together.

“Hmm and what is that?” You looked up at her with a raised brow and a smile as she glanced down at you with a smirk.

“Since practice was cancelled, I was thinking that we could maybe….” Wilma stopped in front of the class and let you walk in first, finding the lab station you were both assigned at. “Go to the batting cage together? Throw me some pitches and I’ll do the same?”

You set your supplies down as you laughed at her question, nervousness lacy underneath the genuine words. “Like a date?”

Wilma looked at you with wide eyes, then quickly smiled and nodded. “Yeah, like a date.”

You shook your head at her, loving how she still got nervous around you. Yes you’ve only been dating for a little bit of time but, you found it cute. Showed she cared about you and how things went. You kissed her cheek as the bell rang and you both sat down.

As the teacher started talking about what you were going to be doing today in class you leant over to Wilma, voice low and head down. “I’ll get us food after if you drive.”

Wilma’s eyes quirked up to find yours as she smirked. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing at the new found excitement in her eyes. Sitting up, you placed your hand in hers under the table as you listened in to the lab you were doing.

After the bell rang, Wilma walked you to your locker and helped you get your bag, and might you add as fast and messy as she could. Her excitement was showing very clearly and she looked like a golden retriever that was about to get the biggest toy it’s ever had in its life.

“Love c’mon! I wanna go as soon as we can before it gets busy! Wil plans on meeting us there with his partner after their last class. So before he annoys me, I wanna spend some time with you!” Wilma said as she shut your locker and grabbed your hand dragging you out of the school as freshman and other students past with tired yet hopeful looks for there last period to be over. Thank god you and Wilma didn’t have stay for an extra hour… you would’ve cried.

“I’m coming! Slow down!” You laughed as she held your backpack in her other hand while dragging you to her car. It was a little muddy from how much it had rained lately but, it added to the rustic look.

Throwing your backpack in the bed, the cover pulled over to ensure the it was dry, and opened your side of the car for you and bowed as she gestured for you to get in.

“Why thank you.” You said as you lifted her head and kissed her quickly as you got in, wanting to get out of the rain as fast as you could. Yes, it was a light drizzle but who knew what that could turn into at any moment. Not like you cared.

Wilma laughed as she shut the door and quickly ran to her side of the car, getting in and starting the old machinery up.

“My music or yours?”

“Or we could play the playlist we have together….” You told her as Wilma slowly nodded in embarrassment and quickly put the music on.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Damn right I do.” Wilma said as she quickly turned out into the road out of the parking lot, grabbing your hand in hers as the music softly rang throughout the car.

After the long car ride to the batting cages, filled with terrible singing, laughs and Wilma begging you to get food now but you convinced her to wait until after so her stomach wasn’t in pain. Wilma grabbed her softball bag from the bed, packed with two bats, one for her and the one she bought you for times like these. She also had clothes to change into, as well as some extra for you knowing this was a last minute thing for you.

Walking into the building, Wilma said hi to the worker as she asked what cages were open, and of course she chose the one that was farthest away. She always did, even if all of them were open. She liked being away from people so she could just be in her zone and spend time with you as private as she could get in this situation.

“Ok, wanna get changed? I know wearing jeans and doing all of this won’t be fun. I brought extra clothes you left over at mine so don’t look at me like that.” Wilma laughed at your expression as she threw clothes at you.

Catching them in your embrace, you quickly looked at them, then at her. “Thank you.” You said as you went up to her and kissed her cheek, before passing her to go to the restroom the place had.

Wilma stood in a trance, heat rushing to her cheeks as a bright smile took over her features, spinning around to follow close behind you.

Following through the door, you both went in your own respective stalls as you both talked.

“Please don’t kill my hand like you did last time!” You said as your voice was muffled as you put your shirt on.

“Cant promise anything darling. Sometimes I can’t handle how hard I throw!” Wilma said as she opened her stall door and went infront of the mirror, putting her shoes on and patiently waiting for you to be done.

“Fine, then I won’t try to avoid hitting you when I bat…” you said as you opened your stall door with a smile as you went next to the tall women in the mirror and made eye contact with her in the mirror.

“Please don’t! I don’t need a bruise on my thigh again nor do I need Wilbur interrogating me-“

“That was pretty funny though!”

“No it wasn’t! I had to tackle him to not tell mom and dad. Wasn’t my proudest moment…”

“Yeah yeah, cry about it- turn around so I can do this quickly, please?” You asked nicely as you smiled up at her, her annoyed expression resting on her face as she turned. You could tell she wanted to keep the act up but the small quirk of her lip going up when you smiled at her and the way she immediately relaxed into your hands once you started braiding told you more than enough. “Feels good?”

“Always, love when you play with my hair. I feel like a cat!”

“Well you are my cat so technically…” you said as Wilma smiled. You quickly finished both sides of the braid and kissed her forehead as she turned around. “Ready to kill me?”

“Oh shush you’ll be fine!”

Your laughter carried through the warehouse as you both walked back to the cage. Once you both got in, Wilma got her glove out as she handed you your bat and your own glove she insisted you needed, jokingly going through safety precautions before getting her speaker out and connecting her phone.

It became a joke for Wilma to go through tips and safety instructions before you went to bat, because the first time Wilma wasn’t beside you or behind you, helping your stance and making sure you don’t hurt yourself, the bottom of the bat ended up hitting your head and giving you a concussion. Let’s just say the hospital visit wasn’t the best way to tell your mom.

But you for sure have improved since then, and it showed.

Wilma had a routine: get in, get changed, get music on and go.

She usually had country on while she was practicing, gave her more motivation and just made her feel good about what she was doing. Almost like how softer music did when she painted or drew. It was interesting and neither of you could figure out why, but you both enjoyed it.

After the speaker made the connection noise and started playing a soft melody of a guitar, she stood up and went to the pitchers net, picking one of the balls up.

“Ok, give me one sec and… ready! Don’t go easy on me, miss. This is for you after all….” You said as you pointed your bat at her. She held her hands up in defense as she nodded at you.

The first pitch was light, you could tell. It didn’t have the speed and precision her pitches usually had, plus it was an easy hit. You looked at her with a raised brow as she picked another ball up. “Best you got? Or are you scared I might actually be able to hit them this time?”

“Ohhh okay, getting a bit cocky I see..” Wilma stood with a smile, tossing the ball up in the air in her right hand and caught it with her left. “Ok, fine. You asked for this!” She pointed at you as she got ready to pitch.

To say the pitch changed entirely from the first one was an understatement. You always forget how much power is behind her pitches. How she can even get that much power behind it? A question you ask yourself all the time. Yes she was fit, but not muscular, so it always surprised you at first. Still does but you’ve gotten used to it.

The ball left her hand with clean movements. Wrist snapping as the ball split the air in half in its wake. You didn’t have time to think or move before you heard the ball hit the cage behind you.

“Jesus-“

“Strike one, darling.”

“Oh shush, I got this next one!” You said as you got ready once again, your stance not perfect but it was good enough for now. Keeping your eye on her hand and the ball, she got ready to pitch.

Th pitch was just as hard and fast, but this time you were prepared. Your body loved as you swung your arms around, the bat following quickly with the movement. The sound of metal hitting the leather ball echoes through the building with the music. Wilma hid behind the pitchers net as the ball soared in the air, being stopped by the net that hung above you both, her smile wide as she looked at you.

“Now that was a home run!” You laughed as Wilma comes running at you. She wraps her arms around your waist and lifts you in the air. “That was so good! I’m so proud of you!”

“I literally hit a ball!” You exclaimed as she twirled you both around, excitement seeping out of her like a fountain.

“And? You hit one of my pitches! That’s incredible, barely anyone can-“

“Ok now, don’t get too cocky.”

“Am I wrong?” The taller girl asked you with a raised eyebrow in question. When she didn’t get a response from you and saw you bit your lip, she laughed. “Exactly! I’m proud of you, you hit the ball, let alone most likely got a home run if we were outside. That’s amazing!” Wilma said as she lifted you once again and ran around.

As much as it seemed childish, it was fun. It was one of the only times you two could actually be, teenagers. Forget you had responsibilities and just be with each other and act stupid. It was freeing. And it was with her which made everything better.

After she set you down, a new melody seeped into the area surrounding you as Wilma’s eyes widened.

Kind of love we make by Luke Combs.

“Dance with me, please?!” Wilma asked as she grabbed your hands in hers, a smile taking over her face as she slowly started to shimmy your arms with hers. Rolling your eyes fondly, you nodded as she squealed. Bringing you closer to her, she placed her arms around your waist as your fell around her neck, both of you falling into a rhythm and singing your hearts out.

Wilma placed her forehead on yours as the bridge came on and sang softly to you, as if the words were directed to you. And in a way they were, in her mind and yours. She did this with almost every song that had some sort of romantic connection behind it, and you kept each lyrical line she did it to in your phone.

Once the chorus started up again, she quickly pulled back and spun you around. Falling back into her arms, you softly laughed at her lovesick look on her face, it slowly making its way to your own. Wilma pulled you closer to her as she placed her forehead on yours and closed her eyes, letting the moment stay just for a little longer.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wilma gently placed her lips against yours in a soft kiss, no one here to interrupt or make fun of you both. Love and longing all in one as the kiss continued for a few more moments, both of you forgetting about the music and where you were. Only wanted to stay in each other space and be in your own world.

“Sup bitches- ok! We are not doing this while we’re here.” Wil cut himself off as he saw you both from the entrance, his partner behind him. They both slowly walked down to the cage next to you guys and settled there.

Rolling your eyes you let go of Wilma as you turned to look at the other sibling, Wilma groaning yet her hold on your waist constant.

“If we can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

“Wait we’re actually gonna listen to him?!” Wilma asked you as she looked at you from where her head was on your shoulder, tone surprised and confused.

“Oh no! I just wanted to fuck with him!”

“Oh fuck off!”

“You love us!”

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Hurricane - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: when wilma is finally convinced to go out with friends, her night takes a turn at the sight of you

warnings: drinking, making out, kinda angst?

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy (ask to be added!)

word count: 375

Wilma hadn’t had a good time since, well, your breakup. Her friends had been trying to get her to go out for months, and finally their persuasion worked. They had taken her to the local bar, bought her drinks and made her do a bit of karaoke.

The entire time she felt like herself for the first time in a long time. She was praying you weren’t gonna show up, it was your favorite bar after all.

While she wobbled away from the small stage and went back towards her friends, she saw one of yours. An entire small table filled with your closest friends, instantly her face had dropped.

She panicked and tried to find her own group, until her gaze found you. The way you strolled inside, the slight wind blowing through your hair. She was doing alright, but just your sight has her heart storming. The moon went hiding, stars quit shining, you wrecked her whole world when you came in. It hit her like a hurricane.

The two of you had made eye contact, with her awkwardly walking away. You decided to follow her; she knew this would be a long night.

The two of you sat at the bar together, with you both drinking whiskey on ice, making eye contact the entire time. The conversation was normal at first, until you started talking about you guys together again.

She knew she should have put her drink down and walked out; ‘cause then she wouldn’t be in her truck, driving back to your house.

By the time you got there your lips were locked together, drunkenly making your way towards your bedroom, with you practically crashing back onto the bed.

She looked down at you with half lidded eyes, the moonlight barely shining through your curtains. It was only midnight, the lights were off, and yet you won her heart right back to your bedside.

“I missed you.” She spoke quietly, kissing you again for a moment, before resting her forehead against yours. “I missed you too, Wilm.”

She knew by the time you both sobered up, you probably wouldn’t remember bringing her home, but for now she was gonna enjoy having you in her arms.

Even if you wouldn’t remember.

[lillylvjy]

So ride with me tonight.

notes; hello hello! Another softball Wilma fic! I feel like this is the one time I’m just like being consistent with posting and I’m happy about it so! I have more coming! Enjoy!

Warning; reader has a bunch of religious trauma but it’s barely mentioned, reader has a sibling that is barely mentioned, we love Diane and Mark, readers mom is kinda an asshole who’s name is Kathy, so much fluff between reader and Wilma, Wil is the third wheel, reader in dress, kissing, Wilma and reader teasing wil, if I missed anything please tell me!

who; softball!wilma x female!reader (sorry! I fed into my delusions)

edited; nope!

wc; 1.4k

au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

You saw her once you walked in. Your family always sat close together, usually behind them, considering her mom was really close to yours. But today was different.

You guys decided to sit with them.

Wilma smiled as you followed your family to where the Gold’s were sitting, standing up so your parents and siblings could scoot down to her parents and sat back down once you were the last one to pass. Wil gave you a smile as you sat down next to her, pinky automatically linking with yours.

Turning your head, her smile igniting your own, as you fully slipped your hand into hers. Your mom once asked you why you always held hands with Wilma, getting suspicious on why you both were so close.

“Mom. We grew up with each other, we’re best friends, can’t friends hold hands? Diane said you guys used to all the time…”

“Touché”

After that she didn’t say anything but you knew she had some suspicions, you just had to steer her away from them. You hated lying to her but if it was the only way to protect yourself and your relationship with Wilma, you’d take what you can get.

“Good morning love.” Wilma whispered to you as you grabbed the book and flipped to the page the first song was on.

“Good morning.” You said softly as the organ started playing and everyone stood.

The whole time Wilma was either shoulder to shoulder with you while you stood, or she was holding your hand while you sat. She just wanted you close, as you did her.

After church was over, your family stayed back until all the rush to get out and go to brunch was over as you all walked outside.

“Hey, darling. Wanna hang out? Get lunch, go shopping, anything before I have my game this evening? Don’t ask why it’s in a Sunday, i’d really like to know as well…”

“Can I come with?!” Wil asked as he over heard Wilma’s ask.

You laughed as Wilma scoffed and agreed to dragging him along. You looked at your mom, who was currently laughing at something Diane said. You wanted to go, you really did, but was it worth the lie?

One glance at Wilm was all you needed to determine your decision.

“Ok, give me a minute and see what mother says…” Wilma and Wil both laughed at the name as you walked over to the adults. You rubbed your hands on your dress as your anxiety started rise up. You didn’t like the thought of your mom asking you so many questions to the point you’d break and reveal everything. You didn’t want her to find out and ruin this. It was the best thing you had so far. “Hey mom? Dad? Can I go out with Wilma and Wil? They want to hang out before Wilma’s game. And can I also go to that as well?” You asked hesitantly, playing with your hands as your nervousness showed.

Mark and Diane both smiled at you as your mom looked at your dad for an opinion, yet he didn’t have one, shrugging and pointing at your mom. She sighed and looked at you, “What will you be doing? Better be nothing bad, especially since it’s Sunday and you should be at home reading the Bible with us-“

“Hey, Kathy. She’ll be ok, I promise. I bet they’re only going out to breakfast and coming back to our house! I’ll bring her home after the game safely. I promise.”

“Also what would it hurt for her to miss just one Sunday of reading the Bible…” Mark finished off as he wrapped his arm around Diane and smiled at you. You smiled back at both of them with so much thanks and love for them. They were more of parents to you the your actual parents were.

Your mom sighed as she nodded. “Ok fine, yes! Be safe, and Wilma! Don’t kill my daughter!”

“Won’t even think about it!” Wilma yelled back as she smiled at you. “You comin’?” Wilma yelled at you as she tossed her keys in her hand while Wilbur ran to the truck.

Your smile was as wide as ever as you hugged your mom and your second parents, thanking all of them as you ran over to Wilma, you grabbing her hand and pulling her with you.

“Don’t you think it’s slightly weird how they always hold hands?” You heard your mom ask.

“Kathy, we used to do that all the time, plus they’re practically family.”

Family. The word was deeper than your mom could realize. Mark always told you how Wilma seemed lighter and more involved with things besides softball ever since you both became close and started dating. Diane also said how happy Wilma looked too, more than she’s seen in a long while. She always wanted you to her part of her family, whether that was marrying one of her kids or her adopting you, she would take anything. And she certainly got something. Wilbur also made fun of you two, always saying how gross you guys are, but he silently appreciated the relationship. Seeing his sister and best friend happy was more than enough.

“Baby? You ok? I lost you for a second.” Wilma pulls you to her gently as you slow down and look up at her.

“I’m good, but the sound of me being part of the family has a nice tone to it…”

Wilma slowly smiled as she scoffed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into her chest as she walked. “So you do want to get married?”

“Who said anything about marriage….” Wilma looked down at you with wide eyes and anxiety lacing her pupils. “I’m joking, yes of course I do!”

“Thank fuck… my plans would be ruined….”

“What?! Plans? WILMA-“ Wilma pulled away as she started sprinting to the car, you close behind, silently thanking yourself for wearing sneakers with your dress this morning.

Meeting her by the drivers seat, both of you panting as Wilma looked down at you with fond eyes. “Have I told you how pretty you look today, especially in that dress?”

“Thank you my love, but we’re not done with that conversation-“

“Yes ma’am!” Wilma said as she held up her hands defensively as you pointed at her. Both of you laughed as she opened the driver side door, to find Wilbur in the middle seat on his phone. “Hey! Idiot! Scoot over, that seats for her.”

“Pleaseeeee I love the middle seat!”

“No! Now scoot, unless you want me and y/n to hold hands across you and-“

“Ok! Ok fine! There… happy?” Wil asked as he patted the seat for you resting his arm on the head of the seats. Wilma’s truck was an older one, where there was only one row of seats and that was the three in the front, all connected. But you all cherished and loved the old rusty thing a lot.

“Very.” You said as you climbed in, Wilma standing behind you, blocking anyone’s eyes to from seeing anything and to also get in the car herself.

Getting settled in, Wilma took the aux out of Wil’s hands and gave it to you. “She’s the guest, she picks the music.”

“Baby you forget we all share a driving playlist..” you said as you pressed play on the shared playlist, Oklahoma Smokeshow by Zach Bryan coming through the speakers.

Wilma smiled at you as she placed her right hand above your knee, your hand coming and connecting with hers. “I know but I want my girl to pick the music she wants too.”

“And this is the perfect music for me.” You smiled back at her as she leaned down and kissed you gently, both of your smiles interfering as you did. Your free hand reached up and cupped her cheek, rubbing the bone that sat so prominently on her face. You both stayed put, lips not touching but close enough to look like they were, and smiles as bright as the sun.

“…. Did you forget about me?”

“Wilbur I swear to god!” Wilma groaned as her brother as she pulled away and looked at him with anger filled eyes.

Laughing, you rubbed her cheek once more before letting go of her face and squeezing her right hand in yours. “Ok, let’s get some food yeah? I’m starving. Plus he just has to be grateful it didn’t get any worse-“

“Ok! Breakfast yeah? Where are we thinking?! Cracker Barrel, Bob Evan’s-“

You weren’t paying attention to the male as the song continued to play and ring out as the ending played and Wilma’s singing filled your thoughts.

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Wilma holding your hand on the way to something, like a practice or school , and just screaming songs with you…..

Karaoke night - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !!

warnings: light swearing, calling her truck sexy- except that toothrotting fluff

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @average-vibe , @ivvees-blog , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @vibestillaxxx (ask to be added!)

word count: 227

One of Wilma’s favorite things about being with you was the moments you shared while driving to late night games.

The windows of her old pickup rolled down, the breeze flowing through your guy’s hair, the radio up as loud as possible, smiles on both of your faces, and of course your hands interlaced.

“When you’re tasting what he’s drinking, are you thinkin’ bout me?” She sang loudly, worrying you that she might snap a vocal cord. “When you’re riding where he’s driving, are you missin’ my street?”

You couldn’t help but join in and admire her. It was always adorable when she began to belt out the lyrics of her favorite songs.

“Baby, you’re not singing the right lyrics.” The truck stopped at a red light, her leaning over and snatching a quick kiss from you. “I’m busy with something else, Wilm.” You smiled and quickly leaned over to kiss her again, before pulling away and allowed her to drive as the light turned green.

“Busy my ass. You’re too busy staring at me.” She couldn’t help but snort as she broke out into a laugh, the song changing and earned a squeal of excitement from her. “She thinks my tractors sexy!”

You laughed along with her as she sounded so enthusiastic about the song. “Jesus, Wilma. Get it right.. I think your truck is sexy.”

[lillylvjy]

Practice in the rain (and mud in the hair)

notes; hello! Another softball!wilma fic! Um nothing much to it! This beautiful character was created by @phxntomsdusk ! Go read their series they have for her!

warnings; rain and thunder, mud being thrown, wilm is a child and so are you, fluffy fluff fluff, kissing in the rain, teammates being teammates, and if I missed anything please tell me!

wc; 1k (it’s short but cute)

edited; yes!

who; softball!wilma x gn!reader

Once it started raining outside, that’s when you started to worry. But once Wilma or your mom didn’t answering their phone multiple times, that’s when panic started to arise. The forecasts showed that it would be thundering any minute now, and you know for a fact your mom wouldn’t let the girls practice in those conditions, even if she seemed like it.

Once they didn’t answer another couple times, you decided you needed to go to the field and see if they were dead or just ignoring you. Either didn’t ease your nerves. Thank god you lived close to the fields, or you would call it quits and wait until the rain stopped.

As you pulled up into the parking lot, your car dirty from the dirt road now being straight up mud, you didn’t see anyone on the field yet cars still lined the parking lot. Wilma’s truck stood there in all its glory too. With furrowed brows, you prepared yourself to get out of the car and into the rain mother nature thought looked fit for today. You just thanked her that it wasn’t cold.

You closed your door quickly as you ran to the gate leading into the dugout, and yet again, no one. Not one single soul was in the hooded area, keeping away from the rain and staying dry. A loud familiar laugh cut your thoughts off as your head snapped up to see Wilma lying on the grass, mud coating her whole body as the rain tried it’s best to wash it away but doing very little with how much she seemed to be on the ground.

Your confused expression turned into one of amusement as a smile took form on your face and a laugh bubbled up in your throat, almost tickling the back of it until you finally let it out, all eyes turning in the direction of your laugh.

“What are you doing here?!” You heard your mom yell from across the field to you, also surprised to see her in the rain and having fun. You didn’t realize Wilma getting up and making her way over to you with a big smile while you talked.

“None of you were answering your phones while it’s raining like a mad house, and it’s supposed to thunder so I was worried and came to see-“ you cut your sentence off with a yelp as Wilma threw you over her shoulder and brought you out into the rain with everyone else. All the girls, including your mom, cheered as Wilma spun you around while you screamed and hugged her waist tightly, begging her to let you down.

“Ok ok!” Wilma set you down before cupping your face in her hands, mud spearing across it from her hands but you didn’t mind, just glad she was ok. Smiling at each other, Wilma placed a small kiss on your lips as you all heard the girls ooo’ing and some fake gagging as you did.

Pulling away, Wilma’s smile brightened more at the new found mud that appeared. She pulled you into a hug picking you up so she was carrying you over to the rest of the group.

“Hi darling, ready to get messy?”

“Wait, what does that me-“ you got cut off yet again when Wilma gently set you down on your feet and smiled at you before lightly pushing you. With the ground being muddy and slippery, your shoes didn’t have good traction so you inevitably fell into a big pile of water and mud.

Lying there for a second or two, you excepted your fate, letting the mud and water soak into your clothes and paint your skin. Looking at wilms and the rest of the group, they were all laughing. You secretly grabbed two handfuls of mud and threw one at your mom, coating her legs and stomach, before quickly getting up and chasing Wilma as she ran away from you.

“Oh darling! Why are your running away?! I just want a hug!” You yelled as you quickly caught up to her. Finally being neck to neck with her, you threw the mud at her back as she slowed down. “Didn’t think you could out run me yeah?” You said, panting a bit as the rain drenched you both.

Your smile was big and bright, shining as bright as the sun was just a few minutes ago before the clouds took over. But that didn’t stop Wilma from feeling warmth run down her whole body, content and love running through with it.

“No, no I didn’t. But I do think I can do this.” Wilma whispered as she softly grabbed your face in her hands and dipped her head down to meet her lips with yours. Your arms wrapping around her waist, subconsciously lifting off your feet a bit to rest on your tip toes.

It was a bit cheesy, kissing in the rain. But neither of you minded when the moment felt so right, so perfect. Both of you covered in mud, rain falling harder as thunder rumbled in the background. You definitely were going to be sick tomorrow.

“They make me sick from how cute they are.” You heard one of the girls say as the others agreed while you and Wilm pulled away from each other. Laughing, you both turned back to the group and walked over to them.

“Hey! Just because you’re jealous doesn’t mean you have to hate on us! We know we’re cute…” Wilma drifted off as she rested her forehead on yours and smiled down at you.

“Oh for fuck sake-“

“Wait that was so cute!”

“Get a room!”

Various words came out of the girls mouths as they all left you both to your own devices, chasing each other and going back to their games.

“They hate us.” You said whispered to her as you booped your nose with hers

“ hmm maybe, but I love you.”

“And I love you.” You said as you kissed her softly before pushing her down onto the mud covered ground as you started to back up slowly while laughing. “But I needed my payback….”

“Oh you little-“ Wilm said as she got up and sprinted towards you. You immediately started running away while laughing.

Let’s just say there was mud in your hair for a bit longer than wanted.

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Somebody’s problem - Softball!Wilma x GN!Reader

summary: ever since she met you, she knew she wanted you to be her problem

warnings: none <3

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy (ask to be added!)

word count: 456

Ever since she had met you, it’s as if she knew everything about you. She knew you were someone’s problem, someone’s goodbye, a call number they couldn’t find, someone’s best day, worst night, and of course someone’s reason to leave on the porch light. Whenever you stepped outside, the world stood still.

You were everything and anything all at once, and she absolutely loved that about you. You were the type of person that you never wanted to lose when they finally got you. The kind of person where their friends told you “don’t live it up”. You were the person that went from only trying to get your number, to sliding through the summer, to talking about love.

She knew she loved you when you two had grown close, it was the definition of teenage romance. Whenever you showed up to her games she got all giddy inside, giving you a suffocating and long hug.

You were somebody’s problem, and was about to be hers. But she loved that idea. She loved being the one to have the porch line on for you, the one who got to see you at the end of the day, the one who didn’t have to search for your number since you were the last person she called.

She had been head over heels for you for months now, and of course, she couldn’t hold in her feelings anymore. The moment she saw you at the field she rushed off, scooping you up in her arms and smiled widely.

“God, I’m so glad you came.” She spoke softly as she buried her face in your neck, earning a giggle from you as you hugged her back. “Wilm, I always show up. Not sure what you expect.” As she pulled away from the hug, it allowed you to fix up your tank top, to which she stared and admired you.

Oh, she was so in love with you.

You noticed her staring, playfully smacking her cheek lightly to get her to pay attention again. “You were zoning out.” She grew a deep blush of embarrassment, sighing and nodded. “I have a reason..”

You raised a brow at her, your gaze telling her to go on, to which she nervously looked away and mumbled something under her breath. “I didn’t hear that.” You smiled lightly, watching her groan and repeat herself louder.

“I am in love with you.” She looked down at you, pressing her lips into a thin line as she raised her brows. “I am in love with somebody’s problem.” You rolled your eyes playfully at her words, before leaning up and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Well, I’ll be your problem now. I love you too, Wilma.”

[phxntomsdusk]

Meanwhile back at mamas

baseball Wil and softball wilms favorite song to listen to together I feel-

oh most definitely !!

that is their song and you cannot convince me otherwise

baseball!wilbur learning to play it on his guitar?? and of course softball!wilma belting it the second she hears it

god and when they move out of their parents house they literally sit together and cry to that song because they miss home

[lillylvjy]

i have more sport related ideas for some reason

baseball!wilbur or softball!wilma

i played it for like 6 years so i know everything abt it and just based on the kids i’ve seen come and go on and off teams, those two would demolish some of them.

them tryna get the jersey numbers 6 and 9 just to mess with people when they stand next to each other

wilbur would 100% be an amazing catcher or outfielder. from playing guitar so much he can get an amazing grip on the ball and catch it every single time

wilma is more of a pitcher, from painting she’s great with noticing details, allowing her to fully concentrate on where to throw the ball so she makes the person strike out

omg picking them up after practice and heading to a nearby gas station to get slushies and snacks? they’d be telling you all about their game, how many runs their team got, how many hits, strike outs, etc

helping them out in eye black, tying their cleats, picking out gear, cheering them on from the stands

i also think wilbur would look so cute in a baseball uniform

might write for this idkkkkk. i want to so badly

AHHHHHH I WANT SOFTBALL WILM!!!! sorry it just- the image.

No because they’d rough up the kids so much and maybe leave some crying but it’s ok! They’ll deal with it. Also the jersey thing is yes- they would do that and they would get so much shit for it but it makes them laugh so why not! They do it throughout their whole career too so-

Wilbur is a catcher, for sure! He has the length if he needs to reach for a ball and plus he can catch a ball like his life depends on it.

Wilma is fr a pitcher, (lord she’d look good in a uniform-) she has perfect aim and focuses on little details about each batter. She’s perfect at pitching in her eyes.

I’d be at every game and picking them up after every practice just to hear the stories and things that happened at practice while picking out snacks and drinks for later.

THEM BOTH WITH EYE BLACK WOULD BE SO-

they’d both look so good in the uniform let’s be so for real-

WRITE IT! FEED INTO MY DELUSIONS PLEASE