#wibur soot x y/n

[ax-y10]

omg wil would totally wear those no problem. he would be the one to buy them lowkey.

would most definitely pull the "is the movie too scary? cmere I can protect you" line

he would also make a basket to surprise you w your favorite candies, snacks and drinks and a blanket

-mouse 🧀

Sorry if these are really cringy, it's 10:50 pm and my brain is fried, so please don't attempt to kill me for these.

1-

"a gift? For me?" Wilbur had joked as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a face towel he needs to listen to what you say.

"no, it's a gift for me. Of course it's for you, doofus. It won't fit me," you continued on, holding out the matching set of pyjamas for him to put on.

He rushed back into the bathroom, a bang heard and a muttered "I'm not dead" before he emerged again, the pants barely reaching his mid shins and his shirt basically squeezed against him.

"now, in my defence, the place I got them from didn't have your size, so don't come after me-" and you were picked up and plopped into the bed, a movie picked out in a good 20 seconds.

"any gift from you is a good gift," and soon enough, you were both asleep, Wilbur more so sprawled out on you.

2-

"is the movie too scary? C'mere, I can protect you," Wilbur

"oh piss off, Wilbur" Y/n

"Wilbur, stop being lovesick" Tommy

Safe to say for the rest of the evening, he looked like a kicked puppy, having been ganged up on by his partner and his best friend. He got his hugs in the end, and he got to 'protect' you.

3-

It had been a long day at work and all you wanted was to go home and spend time with your boyfriend. It didn't help either that there was the regular rain shower on your walk home.

However, once you got home, you were comforted by the soft smell of baking bread, the sound of the shower running and the feel of the rug underneath your feet. All you needed was a simple hug from Wilbur, a few soft kisses from him and a warm set of his clothes and you could sleep peacefully.

After you set down your stuff from the day, you'd made yourself busy with getting changed into something simple until you went to bed.

A warm pair of arms snakes around your waist, accompanied by a soft whisper of "hello, my dear" and a heavy head rested on your shoulder.

"I have a surprise for you," Wilbur spoke, mischief in his tone.

"now if you somehow smashed a plate-"

"no no no, it's better than that," he assured, leading you down into the living room, and setting you on the couch. He pulled out a picnic basket, full with your favourite lollies, snacks, drinks, a throw blanket, a small pillow and a new sweater that Wilbur had gotten for you, matching one of his sweaters he has.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the utter affection you had already received, having only been home for a good total of about 5 minutes.

"thankyou," and that's all he needed to snuggle up into your side and switch on your favourite movie.

[mysticalsoot]

someone to live with

part 2 to someone to (not) die with

➸ note; i know i said id post this at 8- but I was watching heartland with my mom and like.. sobbed like a baby anyways, hope you enjoy!!

➸ pairing; revivebur x gn!reader // c!wilbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after wilbur's death and a too long to think, you ask your sister to help you. she does but maybe her methods work a bit too well.

➸ warning; slight hurt/big comfort, suicide mentions, kissing, easily forgiving reader, ghostbur goes to a happy limbo, probably swearing

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.1k

main masterlist // part 1

wilbur's funeral was quicker than most, and not many people showed up. if anything, it was mostly you and his father and brothers. Niki came by, your sister Grace did too. but in all honesty, not many people bothered to pay their respects.

you also kept it quiet, taking a few days before the funeral to really let everything sink in, to let the fact he left the bouquet you gave him on the spot he wanted to be buried. it was just by the hill he used to sit on, the one he took you to and told you all about his dreams for the future. for lmanburg and for the future you both hoped to share.

you wouldn't be sharing that future now.

despite that; the time since wilbur's death went by slowly, and was utterly agonizing. your home felt colder, although it could've been winter slowly creeping up, you chalked it up to the lack of your partner. or maybe it was his ghost that wandered your halls that emanated that cold. or maybe he just contributed to it. whatever it was, you found yourself spending more time out in the snow sitting by his grave than sitting by the fire in your living room.

you'd talk to him, or rather the corpse of his that was buried a few feet down in a hand built coffin that his older brother forged through anger. Techno wasn't known for tears.

but you were. you wouldn't be surprised if your tears eventually froze over whenever you spoke to his grave, as the days were getting colder and the chill of the wind started to burn your cheeks.

ghostbur was nice, you thought. a nice distraction. he was kind and sweet and he was all the good of Wilbur and more. he wasn't Wilbur, he made that clear, but you knew that the moment you met him. he caught you on a less than good day, wandering around your house, mindlessly walking the halls and dissociating to the point you weren't sure what was going on or where you were.

but he came knocking on your doorstep, friend behind him. you took him in, since he had nowhere else to go. you helped him stable up friend, put him in the pen and set him up in the fields while you brought ghost in and helped him warm up. you kept him away from the snow and cold, helping him become afloat again. he stayed back with you, keeping an eye on you and giving you blue any time he could. he loved spending time with you, caring for you.

he was a good friend, and he hoped that's what he always would be.

no matter how many times you'd tell him how wonderful of a friend he was, he wouldn't believe it. even when you brought up the time he saved you a week after he walked into your life. you were so close to ending it all, jumping off the edge and joining your wilbur. but he stopped you, he managed to talk you down and he held you and promised to protect you, and that he did. he protected you, he cared for you and even if your relationship was platonic at best, he was a wonderful partner.

meanwhile, wilbur was pent up in limbo. pacing the platform, listening to the sounds of the train passing by not once stopping for him. he was going crazy, mind you he already was, but this was a whole new level.

there wasn't much to do up there, time passed so much more slowly. there weren't any books to busy him with, all he could do was sit and listen to the screeching and taunting of the train. the sounds drove him mad, a constant reminder of what he can never reach, what he can't get back. what he destroyed with his selfish ways.

he nearly ripped his hair out, with the way regret and stress was eating at his dead form. he was tired, lost and he couldn't get it out of his mind what mistakes he'd made. the long list of things he'd ruined with his own presence.

sometimes he'd wonder if it's better that he's dead. maybe he shouldn't bother with troubling thoughts of how to get back. you must be thriving, he hopes you're thriving.

you weren't. it's crawling up to the two month anniversary, and to say the least, you were losing it. you were good at pretending, pretending that you were okay and healing but in reality; you weren't. you were staying up at night, clinging to his old trench coat and shutting your eyes in hopes you could pretend he was there and would materialize into his coat at any moment. it felt stupid to do this, but it kept you from being pushed onto the ledge.

"Grace?" you whisper, holding your cup of tea close to your chest, sitting behind her counter at her flower shop. your sister was always a safe place for you, especially when you couldn't sift through your thoughts on your own. she helped.

"mm?" she hums, turning to face you with a smile before returning to the flowers she was working on. a small winter themed display for the Christmas festival she was preparing for. as for every other shop owner in L'manburg.

"have you.. have you learnt anything about revival?" you managed to mumble out, eyes casted down on the floor as you set aside your tea.

"I've done some research," you didn't catch the way she froze for a moment, as if she was buffering. and you especially didn't know that her research pertained to reviving the same person you wished to.

"how much?"

"enough." she sighs out, tying a ribbon around the bunch of stems, placing the bouquet on display before cleaning up her workstation.

"how hard is it? to revive someone, I mean." you bit your lip, nearly drawing blood before you quit, looking away again but this time outside the front windows.

"is this about wilbur?"

she didn't need to ask, she already knew. it's always about wilbur. you fidget with your fingers, wringing your hands together as you shrug, "maybe."

"if.. and I mean, if. if you revive him, he may not be the same," Grace frowns, walking over to you and bringing you into a hug. for a younger sister, she acted like an older, doting sister occasionally.

"at least I'll have him back, y'know?" you shrug again, raising your shoulders before dropping them in defeat, leaning deeper into her hug.

"I'll help," she draws in a breath, calculating her next words as she steps back to look at you, "if you promise to not blame anyone but him if he comes back an ass, okay?" she cracks a smile, chuckling softly at her own words as your own lips curl up and you roll your eyes.

"fine-" you pause, mind reeling as you remember ghostbur. how could you hurt him?

"what will happen to ghostbur?"

Grace shrugs, pulling away and turning to grab some more flowers to put together, "he'll be sent to limbo."

"so he'll die?" regret bubbles up in your throat like bile, and your eyes widen at the thought.

"no, no," she starts before stopping, biting her bottom lip, "he'll go to his own limbo."

"is that good?"

her shoulders lift, mouth curled in a frown and uncertainty paints on her face, "in theory, yes. I'm sure he'll be fine. it's- he'll be okay."

"if.. if getting back wil hurts ghost- i- I can't do that to him, Grace," your lips curl downwards and you step into the main area of the shop, grabbing some baby's breath and setting it on the counter by your sister.

"it won't hurt him. i promise," she rests her hand on yours, shooting you a soft and sympathetic gaze.

you take in a breath and nod, "okay, when can we start?"

you were sure that the rivival process was long and tedious, and maybe it was but-- grace liked to work alone. she'd update you when you showed up at her shop every morning, reassuring you that everything was fine.

it was a few days before ghostbur disappeared, which grace warned you about. you just hoped he was okay. despite the lack of the beloved ghost, you still hadn't found wilbur, and Grace was becoming more suspicious.

she avoided your questions, choosing short answers and it seemed like she was pulling herself at both ends, spreading herself thin. you were worried but Tom didn't know anything, and Grace wasn't letting you in on it anytime soon.

"why can't I see them, grace?" wilbur pried, sitting on the bench in the back of Grace's shop.

"I don't trust you yet. you haven't proved to me that you won't hurt them," she toyed with the ribbon she held, melting the ends to keep it from freying.

"you've threatened me enough, I think that's plenty of reason-"

"no, wilbur, you killed yourself and left them off on their own. threatening isn't enough for you to get it through your head that your fucking existence could hurt them! sometimes that's all you do," she scoffs, placing down the ribbon and picking up the next one, sealing the ends again. she takes a moment, listening to the silence of the room, the silence that's fallen on wilbur. she rolls her eyes, huffing before she continues, "I'm sorry, okay? but I've had to watch my sibling suffer because of your decisions, and they suffered longer than you've been dead," she pauses, shutting her eyes and taking a breath before continuing, "I'm not trying to be hard on you, I promise but- just, please understand, wil."

"I know, I know I've hurt them but I promise, I can make it better. weren't they the one that asked to revive me?" he counters, standing up and making his way to stand beside grace, towering over her and resting his hand on her shoulder.

"yes, they were but- I warned them and I just don't want them hurt."

"I won't hurt them," he starts, resting his hands on both her shoulders, "I promise."

she pulls back, "fine, but remember the second I catch wind that you've hurt them, say goodbye to living. and your reproductive organs."

"I think killing me is good enough," he laughs softly, pulling grace into a hug and mumbling, "thank you, so much,"

"yeah, sure."

"I'll see you later, yeah?" wilbur's lips curl into a smile as he practically bounces towards the door. he hurries out of the flower shop, determination taking over and hope filling his veins.

all the while you're out by his grave, again. maybe you should build something in honor of ghostbur, you think. he's not here anymore, hopefully in a better place so surely you should do something to honor his memory. just like you did with wilbur. like you always did.

you sifted your fingers through the grass, tugging at it gently, trying not to fully rip it but just mess with it. your mind runs miles an hour, wandering through thoughts and feelings that haven't quite healed yet.

moss has begun to grow on his headstone, flowers grace planted around it now blooming up around the stone. it's heavily weathered, the words.

'wilbur soot. beloved son, friend, partner, brother and president. 1996-2020.'

they're painted on and the snow and sleet has worn it down, its barely visible. the words ghost on the stone. but you have it memorized, by reading it over before you had it made, and then reading it over and over again for hours every day since his death. like a mantra, even if it has no purpose other than to hurt you.

you'd been sitting there for who knows how long, your fingers felt like icicles but you barely noticed the pricking cold. you weren't sure what you were hoping for, praying for by sitting alone but it was something.

the sound of fabric waving in the wind, and footsteps crunching on the grass, and then the scent hits you; cigarettes and cologne. mixed together and hitting your nose sharply. you bite your lip, letting your breath catch in your throat, not bothering to look behind you.

"wilbur?" you mumble, and then you hear his smile form, a little puff of air let out with it.

"hello, my love," he stands beside you, waiting for you to invite him to sit with you. you glance up at him, mouth slightly agape.

"you're alive."

"yeah, I am. thank god grace let me go. finally-" he chuckles, and for the first time in a while, you smile. a genuine smile.

"what? she kept you cooped up?" you pat the spot beside you, keeping your eyes up on you.

"yes, she did. and she threatened my livelihood," he follows your guide, sitting beside you and letting his legs stretch out before him. you finally catch a glance at the discoloration on his face, the bruises and patches of skin too pale or too tan.

"oh? so she threatened to neuter you?" you meet his eyes finally, smile soft but clear on your face.

"that's her favorite threat," he chuckles softly, fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. he takes a sharp breath, looking forward and out on the horizon over the hill. he takes a moment before pulling something out of his trench coat pocket, but you stop him short.

"you grabbed the coat?" you frown, fingers reaching out to play with the fabric, rubbing it between your fingertips. you glance up at him and he finally reaches forward, hand on your cheek and thumb rubbing your skin.

"it wasn't the only thing I grabbed," he sucks in a breath, pulling his hand away and taking out two rings, the rings he left for you, "i found them, on the mantle and i- I wanted to do what I didn't before."

"so you've been in our house?"

"is that what you take from this?" he chuckles, leaning forward and kissing your forehead. to his surprise, you don't flinch away but rather lean into it and sigh.

"maybe, but- are you.."

"proposing? if you're okay with it," he starts, pulling the rings off the string and putting his hand out for yours. you nod and give him your hand. he slips the ring on and begins again, "will you marry me?"

"mmm.. I don't know- will I?" you crack a smile before chuckling softly, "yes, yes I will. idiot."

he pulls you into a hug, your right leg tossed over his lap as you both pull one another closer. and then you pull back and reach your hand out, palm up.

"what?"

"the ring, it's only fair."

"oh?" wilbur smiles, handing you the wedding band he intended on wearing. you slip it on his ring finger before kissing each of his finger tips.

"I missed you,"

"I missed you too," he leans closer, resting his hand on your cheek again and stroking the skin.

"mm, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to miss me," the corner of your mouth twitches upwards into a smirk. you stand up, reaching your hand down for him to take as you help him up to stand. he rests his hands on your hips, squeezing gently before leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"too much time," he mumbles, holding you close and hugging you, "I'm sorry, for all I've done. I know that no words can account for all that I've put you through but I- I hope you can find a way to put up with me."

"don't worry, I forgave you a while ago. you were stupid but, dream is dead and it's because of what you pulled. we have you to thank for that."

"I'm still sorry," he winces, and you grab his hand, leading him back to the cabin as you shrug.

"I know, and you're going to have to do a lot more than say sorry for other people. but for me, you're lucky I missed you so much. otherwise, I probably wouldn't have asked to have you revived."

"I know but-" you shoot him a warning look, silently telling him to shut his trap before he starts whining again, "okay, okay, I get it."

"good, now- let's go enjoy ourselves yeah? get you a shower and go to bed. because, love you, darling but you reek." you chuckle, tugging him by his hand up the stairs of your porch, hurrying in and shutting the door behind you.

he pulls you to him by your hips, swaying you gently before he leans down to pull you into a kiss, lips licking together in a way they haven't in over six months, you think. much longer than he's been dead.

you reach your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you both tug one another together, your bodies now pressed up. the warmth he spreads wraps around you and you've never felt more at home.

the kiss doesn't end until you both have to gasp for air, and you drop your head to press against his chest. he rubs your back with his hands, gentle circles spun over your shirt.

"do I really reek?" he croons, looking up at the ceiling as your fingers grasp at his shirt.

"yes you do,"

he attempts to get out of it, poking out a gentle pout and you pull back. folding your arms over your chest as you shake your head, smirking at the way he tries to beg like a puppy.

"wilbur- you do realize I was going to make brownies while you showered, right?" you knew the moment you mentioned baked goods, he'd do whatever you asked. he'd do whatever you asked anyway, but a little bribe never hurt anyone.

"wait really?" his eyes light up and his pout falls off and is replaced with an excited grin. you nod and he lunges down to press thankful kisses all over your face, giggling happily as he holds you by your sides, fingers curling over your waist.

"yes- god, you only love me for my baking?"

"no, but it is a plus," he pulls back, placing a quick peck to your lips before sprinting up the stairs for him to shower. you shake your head, smile clear as day on your lips as you venture into the kitchen to begin baking.

despite everything, the pain and turmoil and living without him, you're glad you asked to have him revived, even if it meant some sacrifice. yet the more you think of it, you're gonna have to thank grace for holding your fiance hostage tomorrow.

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[kqrlrotting]

origins wilbur soot x nb!reader

orgins wilbur x nb!reader

♡~ghosting together~♡

"AHHH! SHIT!!" wilbur screams as he burns in the sunlight

"PFFF AHAHAHAH" you burst out laughing

once you manage to calm yourself a bit you sarcastically remark "cmon wil your a ghost! arent you meant to be better this?"

he rolls his eyes snapping back at you jokingly, now invisible

"cmon y/n! your my significant other aren't you meant to be nicer to me???"

"HEY!! I am nice to you!"

"mhm mhm sure lets just go prank james now, alright?"

"yeah let go make that pussy piss himself!"

you emerge from your spot under a tree, turning invisible and following wilbur to the unfinished library.

end of part 1

[shakirawastaken]

A whole new world: Chapter 2

Welcome to my "Home"

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wilbur stared at the girl he had spotted with lovestruck eyes. now, he had never believed in love at first sight, but he would be damned if he didn't change his mindset now. he admired the girl's beautiful hair and her charming physique and the kind and confident look in her eyes. he puffed up his chest, shooed friend away, and made his way towards the girl.

meanwhile, oblivious to the lovestruck man admiring her, the girl, who's name is (y/n) was looking at the various breads this vendor was selling. you didn't want to purchase any of the baked goods that morning, turned away, adjusting her hood to block your face out from anyone else in the bazaar. you were about to push your way through the crowd until you noticed two little girls staring longingly at the bread. their clothes were ragged and dirty, and looked rather small on them.

"are you two hungry?" you asked the girls, slowly bending down to their level to look the both of them in their eyes. the two girls slowly looked at one another, before nodding rapidly to you. you smiled and grabbed two loaves of bread off of the table and handed them to the girls. they stared at the bread with wide eyes before giving you wide smiles and running off, hopefully to their families to tell them of the kind woman who had given them bread. you stood up to your full height and smiled, etching in the memories of the girl's grins in your mind.

suddenly, you felt a harsh grip on your wrist. with a gasp, you whipped your head around to face the street vendor, who had a menacing look on his face.

"excuse me?" (y/n) asked the vendor, rather exasperated at the sudden contact.

"you gave those girls my bread!" he exclaimed, thinking his motive for grabbing her was obvious.

"so? they were hungry!",you shot back, justifying her reasoning for giving the girls bread.

"are you going to pay for that bread?"

your eyes widened with realization. you had forgotten about payment. as your mind reeled to come up with an answer, the vendor got angrier and angrier.

"so? where is my money?!" he asked her, crossing his arms and glaring at the girl. "do i need to call the guards?"

wilbur, who was watching all of this unfold, decided that this was the best time to step in to the conversation.

he walked up next to you, pretending to look at the bread. "do you trust me?" he leaned down and whispered in your ear. seeing you give a very slight nod, he nodded as well and unfolded his plan.

"there you are!!" he exclaimed as he wrapped an arm around you shoulder. "i was looking all over for you!" he glanced down at you and gave you a quick wink, silently telling you to play along.

"sorry? i got lost?" you said, playing along with his ruse. wilbur nodded, and turned to street vendor.

"sorry sir, she tends to lose her common sense sometimes. i'll just take her back to her house now, you have a good day! bye!" he said, quickly, not giving the man any time to register his words.

"this way," he whispered to you, gesturing towards a street that was a bit less crowded. you nodded and ran in that direction, him closely following behind you.

"thank you," you breathed out after he deemed that the two of you, and the monkey, and ran far enough to be followed.

"no problem, (y/n)? was it?" he asked, his eyes still glancing around at the chance of being spotted by someone.

"yes," you said, "(y/n)."

"nice to meet you, i'm wilbur." he said, smiling at you and sticking out his hand as a form of greeting. you grinned and shook his hand, glad you had met someone new today.

"i was so scared we were going to get in trouble," you admitted, as you leaned against the wall of the alleyway, sighing.

"oh please," wilbur started, a smirk painting his face as he leaned on the wall opposite to yours. "you're only in trouble if you get caught."

you rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh, him smiling in response. "do you live around here?" you asked him, in an attempt to make conversation.

"kind of," he answered, reverting back to that defensive mode you had seen him in earlier. "do you want to see?"

you shrugged and nodded, gesturing with your hand for him to lead the way. as the two of you pushed your way through the streets of agrabah, you noticed that he had started talking? to a monkey, which you assumed to be his pet. you walked past vendors and went through streets that you didn't even know existed until you came to stop at a dead-end in the middle of an alleyway.

he half-smiled at you and then pulled a rope above him, which let down a run-down ladder sort of thing.

"welcome," he told you, now realizing how embarrassing this whole scenario really was. who was he to invite you, a woman with probably a very nice house and family, to his "home". you gasped and moved past him and started to climb the ladder.

"this is awesome !!!" you exclaimed, looking down on him from your perch on the ladder. "well, it's your house, climb!"

did you just say it was awesome? his "home? was awesome? you were really were something. wilbur grinned and climbed up behind you, pulling up the ladder once you both reached the top.

"this is it, its not much, but at least it's something." he said as he threw one arm out and looked around at the place. you, on the other hand, were too busy looking out the window at the bustling streets of the city and imagined the lives of people there and the freedom of choice they all had as well.

"it's so pretty," you said quietly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere of the room. he, unlike you, looked up at the palace that was in view, admiring the glistening domes of the buildings as he imagined what it would be like to live in the palace. "it really is," he said, leaning onto the windowsill.

"what's that?" you asked him, pointing down to some commotion that was going on in the streets.

he glanced down, and replied uninterested, "another suitor going to try and marry the princess, why?"

"i," you glanced down wildly at the decorated carriages and numerous amounts of guards covering them. "i have to go get ready!" you exclaimed, not realizing what you had just said to this man. "thank you once again!" you exclaimed as you took off down the ladder and into the streets of agrabah.

"wait!" wilbur called out after you, wanting to know if he was ever gonna see you again. of course, he also wanted to ask you what it was like to be the princess and live in the palace. unfortunately, he was too late, and couldn't catch up to you. he screeched to a stop in the street, and sighed, he would probably never see you again.

"move out of the way street rat!" he heard from behind him and sighed, staring up at the guard who was sat upon the horse. it was the same guard from this morning, the one with the goggles. he hoped he wouldn't get recognized.

"who are you calling a street rat?" he asked judging, as he knew the answer deep down.

"you," the guard scoffed out, "you probably have fleas."

wilbur grumbled as he stepped out of the way, "i don't have fleas." he sighed as he watched the parade for the princess go through the bazaar and sighed. he trudged back to his home, mind only on you. the princess of agrabah.

lmao dude that ending sucked so much

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[swervey]

MCYT CUDDLE HC’S

Type: Fluff . Angst . Both

MC’s: Wilbur , Sapnap , Karl

Warnings: -

WILBUR!

Wilbur definitely shy about wanting to be held

U will only realise when u were comforting him and he’s begging you to hold him

Since then ur always figuring out days to hold him because ur probably shorter than him

SAPNAP!

Doesn’t cuddle as much as Wilbur and Karl but when u go cuddle it’s for HOURS could be weeks

He doesn’t have much time because he’s editing a lot but that means when I do cuddles he’s SO affectionate like kissing you every few minutes making little jokes or watching your favourite movie / show with snacks GALORE

From time to time you will drag him away from his work to cuddle when he’s over-working ,he’s never pleased at first but mostly ends in him saying thank you before dosing off

KARL!

If you are dating or even friends with this man just know you are getting so much love

He’s always asking to cuddle anywhere , sofa , bed , work , chair , floor , bus , anywhere and everywhere

[lemondelightful]

Obsessed

Dsmp Fanfic. Wilbur Soot x Spider Reader

Pt2

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Spider Y/N from my series, Hybrid Y/N, is obviously obsessed with Wilbur, or at least I think is obvious.

TW: Yandere Vibes, Stalking, Manipulation, minor language warning.

Wilbur sat still, holding his breath as he heard the foots steps of another being, stalking around the woods, looking for him, tears began to well up in his eyes, still, his crys were muffled however as he did not want to get caught but it was way to late, Y/N knew where Wilbur was hiding, they were just toying with him at this point, calling out his name, walking very close to where he was hiding then slowly backing away, repeating the process, over and over.

Wilbur heard the footsteps slowly disappear and he made a dash for it, but he wasn't going to make it far as Y/N was right behind him. Using his speed against him, they laid out a set of easy tricks for him which were all based on adrenalin, he quickly noticed to pattern of jumps but nobody said it was a pattern, soon enough he tripped, falling to the ground hard, hitting a rock on the fall down, with them waiting for him.

"You put up a lot longer then I thought you would. But here's some advice for next time, try not crying, it makes you look weak." They said, crouching down to say it to his face.

"Next, next time?" Wibur said, weakly, like he was about to faint.

"What, you didn't think we were just going to stop, after the fun we had? Yeah, there is definitely a next time." You said, caressing Wilbur's face with one hand while the other was taking out Wilbur's axe and put it next to him. "I'll see you later, love." You whispered in his ear, Wilbur let out a whimper, as you let go of him, head dropping to face his axe.

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Wilbur had been more paranoid then usual, even hearing footsteps made him shiver, just dreading the thought of them coming out of nowhere.

After all he was pretty scared of Y/N, I mean now he can say he had first hand experience with a giant ass spider, and even the sight of spiders make most people uncomfortable, you can just imagine a giant spider with human like features, the nightmare fuel.

Soon Tommy and Fundy caught on, he might be able hide it from Quackity and Awesamdude, but he can't hide it from the two people he spent most of his life with him, they can tell when somethings up.

Although Tommy took the 'I see you're in pain but I won't expect you to tell me' route, Fundy took the more 'Tell me now' sort of thing but neither of them worked, but that was expected, he was a secret keeper not a secret teller.

Later that night Wilbur woke in a place so very familiar to him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, until he saw a rock dried with blood, a rock so similar to him, his heart began beating faster you could imagine, the words 'Next Time' rang though his ears as he heard footsteps of another out of world being walking slowly towards him.

But just like that, he woke again but this time, tied up in a cave from the ceiling, covered in webs, only now it was quiet, mysterious, dark and damp. After a moment of realisation, he began to struggle, he wasn't going to go though that hell again, he wasn't going to cry, he wasn't going to make the same mistakes twice. The rope dug into his wrists as he pulled and twisted, try to free himself but the try was for nothing when childish laughter was heard. He stiffen up, holding his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt a hand caress his cheek, a cold breath going down his neck. "See, Wilbur, there is always a next time." A voice said, Wilbur rephrased from saying anything to not anger them. "Wilby?" His eyes shot open after hearing that name.

"Don't call me Wilby!" He screamed, throwing his head back to face Y/N. Letting out a small laugh, Y/N, retreated their hand from Wilbur's cheek, letting a hum slip from their lips, smile creeping onto their lips. "What is fuck wrong with you!" Again, screaming his lungs out, letting a tear fall, his facad dropping for only a moment before turning back into his normal self. Y/N wiped the tear away from his cheek.

"You just don't learn, do you, Wilbur Soot?" They said, grabbing a small blade, cutting Wibur free from the restraints, making him fall to his knees. "I'll give you to the count of 10." They said, Wilbur looked up at Y/N with a more then confused expression. "You have until the count 10 to find your way out, if you do, which I doubt," They laughed, looking down at the man. "I'll let you live in peace forever, alone." Smiling down on him.

"But of course if you don't, you get to live in peace." They crouched down to see Wilbur's face, which was full of confusion and thankfulness. In his head he was only thinking about them and what kind of sick joke this is. "With me, of course." They said with a sickly sweet smile and soft voice.

"What!" Wilbur screamed, scrambling to his feet.

"Oh and don't try and mine your way out, I have all of your tools so I wouldn't try it." Wilbur took a breath, before dashing off. "Hey! I didn't start counting!" Whatever, they thought before starting the count down.

[mysticalsoot]

you changed, it's good

A/N; soooo ive kinda been in a writing slump so take this fic thats been building dust in my docs- also tysm for 300!! hopefully ill come up w smth for it lol- I have no clue how to process that information omf

summary; months after wilbur's revival and his reunion with you and the daughter you share (that he didn't know about), you let out pent emotions and have a heartfelt talk with wilbur

tw// swearing, not lore accurate, im a wilbur apologist shush, children, suicidal mentions maybe? lmk if i missed anything

words; 1.8k

pairings; c!wilbur x gn!reader (they're parents), revivedbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

masterlist

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The time since Wilbur’s death and revival may not have been that long, but for you, it felt like ages--you had a child now, his, yes but you’ve begun another life. A life with a little girl, a life without him. But now, he was here and he was trying. You appreciated it but god did you fear it too. The memories taunted you, the hurt and the aching that still lingered, haunted you. He haunted you.

Your head is rested upon Wilbur's chest, and the thumping of his heart echoes in your mind. His left arm wraps around your shoulder and your own arms around his middle. Your daughter, Willow lays against his other side, curled into a ball, and his other arm held tightly around her in comforting warmth. This moment is what you imagined life to be all those years, before everything…happened.

You seemed to always subconsciously wish for moments like these, at least, in the past few years. One’s where Willa has a parent other than yourself, someone else to hold her, and someone to hold you too. Domestic bliss, calm and serene. No wars or bombs, no screaming, and yelling. Simply the sound of your partner's heart and the sight of him holding your child. It's a reassurance of sorts, a silent "everything will be okay, even if it wasn't before". 

Things used to be so not okay that having this calmness is nice. Having his arms around you again is lovely, being able to kiss him and hold him, to watch him help raise your daughter, to play with her and hold her. Tickle her and carry her on his shoulders, hold her hand with his, and walk with her on the prime path. To teach her how to ride a horse, after bringing one home for her, and helping her name him.

"Wilbur?" You whisper to him, moving your head back, your gaze locked upwards on him. He looks down at you, a soft smile written on his features, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Yes, my love?" he leans down, leaving a soft kiss to your lips and you smile through it, the warmth in your stomach swelling the same way it did when you both were younger. You take a moment to admire him, the way his curls fall in his face, how his glasses are always crooked and now are no different, and how the small freckles he adorns sprinkle his cheeks. Everything about him is beautiful, and so it brings you back to what you wanted to say. What you need to say, what is right to say.

"What happened? After lmanburg? You were so…" Your mind goes blank for a word to properly describe it, without hurting him. Cruel, evil, manipulative, the list goes on. It's odd to you, how someone could become so horrible and then return to a better version of their old self in a matter of years. "Horrible, then. To everyone, to yourself."

His face falls, and so does your heart, falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You can feel the life drain from your face and it hurts. You feel an immense dread, and wonder if you hadn’t mentioned it, how you would feel. It's a difficult subject for him but at this point, you think it had to be brought up. How can one accept this happy domestic life without knowing the full truth?

"I got lost, I think. Lost in the greed I suppose." He pauses, dips his head down to press his forehead against yours. His eyes close and he takes a breath, his arm letting go of Willa and placing his hand on your cheek, fingers gently brushing the skin and his eyes hold a warm sadness to them, "I wanted the joy still, the happiness for our future. But it got pushed back. I was blinded. There's a lot I don't remember. I mean I remember pieces here and there. Bribes from dream, desperate attempts to make things work for everyone and everything."

"And then what? You realized hurting us was better?" You’re hostile now, something switching or rather, breaking in your heart. You know you shouldn't react this way, get defensive--but a piece of you is still painfully angry and hateful, filled to the brim with spite and it’s accidentally let through the cracks. You back up a moment, his touch leaving you, hand falling to his side, head still dipped down.

"I realized I couldn't make it perfect for everyone, there were sacrifices I had to make." He takes another deep breath, wraps his arms around Willow again, she doesn't move. "And I made the wrong ones, I know that. I see that." Wil looks down at the lump that his daughter forms, a little ball of a girl. She moves to grab onto his arm in her sleep and she hums, a soft smile adorns his lips.

You feel you should be satisfied with his answers, and half of you is, but you still wonder; "Why? Why did you do it?"

His gaze lets its grip off of Willow, walks up and he looks to you, pupils big and somber, bloodshot and wet. "To not hurt anyone anymore. It was for the best." 

You want to scream at him now, tell him how much of an idiot he is. Screams that are bloodcurdling, one’s that most definitely would wake up Willa and anyone surrounding the area. That no, killing yourself in fact does not stop the hurt, it only fuels it, like a spark to dead grass. He made Phil kill him, he made you watch as he destroyed his livelihood, your shared livelihood, watch as he's stabbed to death by his own goddamn father. It was never ending with him, it was always something new, something bigger, more painful than before. You want to storm away, back off, and not let him near you for a split second, it's all an overreaction, you tell yourself but you simply can't help it.

You stare at him for a moment, your expression blank and emotionless. Willow turns onto her back, eyes open slightly and her arms reach up to Wil. "Hey, daddy." She mumbles out, a smile of her own sculpted onto her features. Wil smiles back.

"Hello, my love. Are you ready for bed?" He asks, lifting her up by her sides and gently sitting her on his lap. She nods sluggishly, and she rests herself against him, chest to chest, head on shoulder, and tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Let's get you into bed then, sweetie."

You just watch, your eyes follow him as he walks out of the living room, into the kitchen, and down the stairs. You sit there, alone now. Thoughts cycle through your mind. All the things you had wished for, every thought that graced your consciousness, every question unanswered for years. You missed him, you really truly did. But you aren’t sure who you missed more, and is the one you missed, the one you lie with at night? The one that wraps his arms around you in the morning, leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek, and brushes the hair out of your face. The man that waits there, holding you, until Willow comes rushing in the room to ‘wake’ you both up. The same man that shushes you lovingly and says "Pretend you're asleep, love," the moment he hears her bedroom door open, so she can have the satisfaction of waking you both.

You now rest your head on the back of the couch, your gaze focused on the window on the opposite side of the room. Snow gently falls past it, frost taken over the glass. The fire crackles and warms you like a hug. 

What feels like moments later, even warmer arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to the body they're attached to. "Wil?" You call out, your voice coming out gravelly, and you realize you must've fallen asleep.

"Hey.." It comes out weak, the word feels broken and sounds broken. "I'm sorry, for all the shitty things I've done. I know my reasoning isn't nor has it ever been valid. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere, and I don't have any plans of mass terrorism." His voice becomes clearer, breaks up less and he dips his head down again, pressing his cheek against yours. You nearly open your eyes, but keep them closed, and revel in the feeling of him more. 

"I know." You pause, and let your own arms wrap around him, but instead of his middle like he has you held--you wrap your arms around his neck, your hands weaving into his mop of curls. "I think part of me still hurts, it's stupid I guess." You rest your head on his shoulder, and he pulls you closer, your legs now wrapped around him too.

"It's not, I hurt you. I take accountability for that and I hate that I even did it in the first place." His voice cracks again, and you know he means it. You pull back, your hands pressed against his cheeks and he looks up at you.

You hesitate, mulling over the words falling off his lips, his expression knotted in anxiety. Your thumbs run over his pink-tinted cheeks and you kiss his forehead.

"If you were that same person, you wouldn't say that." You take a breath, "I think you've changed. In a good way."

He sighs, wrapping his arms tighter around you. "I hope I have."

“I know you have,” You pause, grasping his face in your hands and getting him to pull back simply so he can gaze at you.

“How?” His voice is merely a croaked-out mumble but it’s enough that you hear it loud and clear.

“Would you be here, in my arms, after putting our daughter to bed if you hadn't changed?" You paused, eyes gazing deeply into his and searching for any doubt to crush with your words, "Would you even search for us if you were that same man? For good, not to hurt us."

He shakes his head, "I changed, didn't I?"

"In the best way possible." A soft kiss placed on his lips, one of love and devotion. A simple peck speaking every word and emotion you've ever felt--but only the good.

He smiles against the kiss, grasping at your sides and pulling you closer and closer to him. You were already so close, practically one, but he felt the need to pull you so much closer that not only were your bodies one, but so were your souls.

He pulls away from the kiss, hands resting on your face, "I love you," he nuzzles his nose against yours and you giggle, twisting your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, "so much." The last bit is whispered, like a quiet promise. A promise of devotion and loyalty. Something you're glad to finally have. 

There's nothing in the way of him being with you. With your daughter.

"I love you more," You smile to him softly, a kiss placed on his forehead, and you push stray curls out of his face as he nuzzles his head against your chest.

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