#wilbur soot enemies to lovers

[ax-y10]

irritating interests

in which; a rivalry becomes a romance

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

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

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

celebrate here;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was a mess, to say the least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

before he spoke up.

"i like you." he avoided your gaze.

"wilbur, what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

he wouldn't be teasing you anytime soon.

[poraphia]

"Once A Soot, Always A Soot."

Chapter 04 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.26.23 | 4103 words

➵ CONTAINING! the origin of how wilbur and reader met, child neglection, lovers to strangers angst, tommy being a clueless little soul

➵ SAYING! holy shit it actually pained me to write the last couple sentences of the chapter. i had so much fun writing this i immediately started working on chapter 6, and im also on the works of making the origin story of how they started dating so that’s going to be super fun :) message me if you’d like to be on my taglist for this series!

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“You never told me you had a lifelong best friend!”

We both smiled, but Wil and I could see it in each others eyes.

It was much, much more than that..

“Wilbur..?”

My mind was racing a thousand thoughts, but all of them screamed the same coherent thought. My eyes lingered on that white streak in his hair. The same hair streak I saw when Siren was sitting right up close to me.

It was all the same.

The same jawline.

The same mop of hair.

The same sleek body shape.

It was all there and right in front of me.

“Hey.. Uh, didn’t expect to see you out so late.” Wil chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “Were you just heading in? Y’know the shop is closing in like an hour.”

Quick, think of an excuse.

“Oh, um— yeah. I had a late night and was just in the area so I— I decided to go here.” I stuttered out. Though it was messy explaining, it was believable. Wil stood there, seemingly a bit nervous as his hands wrapped around the strap of his bag.

“Ah, yeah, I get those too..”

The tension was thick and awkward. If I wanted to break out of this thoroughly, I’d have to go with my lie. Which also meant another minute with Wilbur.

Or shall I say—

Siren.

“I-I’ll be going in now..” I muttered.

“Oh— yeah, hold on let me get the door for you.” Wil jogged to the door before I could get there to hold the door generously. I muttered a quick thank you before being met with the familiar chimes of the cafe. There behind the counter was Tommy, who was just cleaning the counter.

Audibly, I could hear a groan erupt from Tom’s throat before I approached the counter. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe what can I—” Tom turned around only to be met with my nervous expression and Wilbur behind me. “..Started for you. Hey, (y/n). What’re you..” He seemed to be trailing off as he maintained eye contact with the man behind me. He decided not to ask any questions.

“I’ll just have a flat white with two shots of espresso.” I dug into my bag and slid over $10 bucks. “Please.” Tommy nodded before taking the bill and stuffing it into the register. He proceeded to make my drink as I nervously moved side to side.

It felt like my heart was skipping beats. I thought these circumstances couldn’t get any worse. My childhood best friend, my first love, my ex, they’re all siren?! The dangerous man I see on the news near 24/7 terrorizing the city as he simply watches with a smirk on his face. It was all too overbearing to even think about.

“(y/n)?” Tommy snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, realizing I was still at the counter.

“Thanks, Tom.” I hastily grabbed the cup of coffee before taking a seat. I took a minute to myself, just sitting there with no type of expression on my face. All of these thoughts, connections, drawn out lines, they were all finally aligning, and it was as if just like that..

I figured out the dynamic of the syndicate.

I rushed to open my phone, and as if my thumbs had a mind of their own, I began to jot down every thought that ran across my mind. I didn’t let one bit of information be forgotten. Everything was going to be written down and stored in my phone, and God forbid anybody knows this information until it was ready for the world.

In a way I felt like I betrayed the hero society and all of L’manburg, knowing that I’ve dated the one and only Siren. And not only that, I’ve been associated, with the founder of the Syndicate.

That’s right.

If Wilbur is Siren, then it would be a god damn miracle if Phil and Techno weren’t associated with the Syndicate.

I haven’t seen Phil and Techno in years as well, but based on what I knew growing up, whenever Wilbur, Techno, and I would play, Techno would always be training or practicing with blades. He was nothing but a God at swordsmanship.

Blades.

If Wilbur was Siren, then Techno had to be Blade! That would explain the dynamic between Blade and Siren whenever on the battlefield. They argued like brothers because they are brothers. Shit, there’s no way I’m figuring all of this shit out?!

My hand covered half of my face, and I almost had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I was going insane because of this realization, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before this would drive me to the edge.

I couldn’t help but think about the past when I would spend nights sometimes at the Soot household. I remember the little lectures Phil would give Wilbur and me to keep the door open and if I was going to sleepover then Wil would have to sleep on the floor and I would sleep on the bed. That rule didn’t last long though. By the third time I was spending nights at their house, Phil would quietly creak open the door only to see Wil and I’s limbs tangled around each other like inseparable vines.

But these.. People.. Can’t be murderers. Can they..?

They raised me. They helped me understand the world better than any of my relatives could. They took me to the diner where I could eat tasty muffins— Hell, they were my family! But to be the leading members of the syndicate.. I..

“(y/n)? Are you okay?!”

The last thing I remember was clicking my phone off before dropping to the ground.

.

“Tommy, are you sure they’re going to be alright?!”

“Yes, Wil, stop being such a baby.”

Fuck.. What happened..?

My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the blaring ceiling lights flooding my vision. My back ached from lying on the stiff tile floor with only a towel to shield me from the dirty marble. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding.

“Where..” I rubbed my head as I used all of my strength to hoist myself up. “Where am I..?” I muttered hoarsely. Wilbur and Tom whipped their heads around, immediately their attention was on me.

“(y/n), fuck! You’re okay!” Wil cried. He was about to lunge at me for a hug, but the moment he raised his arms I flinched, making him back down on his actions immediately. His smile quickly faded before he glanced at Tom, who only thinned his lips in response. I looked at the two of them, a little uncomfortable at my given position now. Tommy was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable silence.

“You’re in Puffy’s Cafe right now. You fainted suddenly and you’ve been out for thirty minutes.” Tommy explained. “Are you okay?” I blinked a few times, and almost at an instant, all my memories came back.

The Soot family..

Fuck..

“Y-Yeah..” I lied through gritted teeth. “Yeah.. I’m just a little overworked I guess.” I looked down shielded my eyes from the light. I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. Could I even trust them..? Be even in the presence of them, especially Wilbur?! I took a deep breath, biting my tongue before I could say anything I could regret. “I-I need to head home soon.. What time is it?” I asked. I watched Wil’s hand move to check his watch.

“..It’s around 11pm, which is like 30 minutes after closing.” Wilbur looked at me worriedly. “It’s dangerous to be out this late.”

“I-I live in West End which is like two hours from here..” I muttered. I could only imagine Wil’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well that’s damn far..” Tommy thought to himself. “How about they stay at our place, eh?”

Immediately my head perked up, and I’m sure the expression of shock wasn’t hard to notice. The same expression reflected on Wilbur as well as we both stared at a blank faced Tommy.

“What?” Tom said. “You guys know each other, don’t you?” He sounded so clueless to Wil and I’s given relationship, I could almost feel bad for the boy. Wil and I looked at each other in confusion and distraught.

“I.. Uh..” Wilbur muttered. I could see he was regretting some choices as he frantically looked at me. His eyes were split between “Please ignore this dumb child” and “I’m embarrassing myself right now just being this close to you.”

“I guess I could stay.” I replied, blankly.

“What?” Wilbur said.

‘what’ was the right reaction, because what was I even saying?! Staying over at the Soots when I barely just realized that they are the Syndicate?! Maybe I was still dazed or hit my head too hard after I knocked out because honestly what the fuck was I even doing here being surrounded by.. By them?!

“Y-yeah..” I stuttered out. “I could stay. Plus it’s like what Tom said—” I turned over to look at Wilbur. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wilbur looked like he was about to go on a rampage of words, but at the same, his throat prevented him from any sound coming out. So instead, he was stuck in this awkward pose of almost saying something but then saying nothing at all. Tom just shrugged before standing up.

“Well that makes things easier doesn’t it? Will doesn’t have to stress so much, and (y/n) can be somewhere safe for the night.” He said, dusting his hands off.

Yeah.. “safe.”

I stood up as well, removing the towel from the floor and handing the fabric to Tommy. Wil was still in shock. sitting as he stared blankly at the floor. “The house is just a train ride away, so it shouldn’t take so long. Maybe twenty minutes at max.” Tommy explained. “I’m going to put this away and lock up shop.” And with that, Tommy left Wil and I together .

Alone.

Siren

and me.

Wilbur stood up, brushing off his pants before looking at me. His glasses glistened under the beaming ceiling light, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He didn’t stand up straight, instead he had this sort of hunch posture, and was too mesmerized to correct it. I looked down, shifting my weight from left to right as we awkwardly stood in front of each other.

“So, uh..” I spoke. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been uh..” Wilbur scratched his head. “—Good. I’ve been doing good.”

Wow, this was extremely uncomfortable. As much as that clueless, gremlin child didn’t serve much of a purpose for me, right now would be a great time to come back.

“You look.. Really beautiful, by the way.” Wilbur quickly uttered out. I swiftly looked up, taken a little aback at his compliment. “I mean uh—! You look nice, (y/n)! You look.. Uh..” His face became a red mess. To save himself from anymore embarrassment he covered his hands with his lengthy fingers and looked away.

If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t believe this man was the same person that has killed thousands of people, much less a few dozen right in front of me.

Tommy returned from the backroom, holding the keys to the establishment. “Alright, you two,” he announced. “Let’s go.”

We all exited out of the building in silence with Tommy being the last so that he could lock the door closed. The three of us treaded in near silence with the midnight crickets and the hum of the streetlights to keep us company. Tommy walked between Wilbur and I, serving as our saving grace from anymore awkward tension. That was until Tommy started to ask questions about me.

“So, (y/n)..” Tommy dragged out.

“Yes, Tom?” I responded. I kept my head straight forward as we spoke.

“How do you know my buddy Wilbur over here? Since y’know, he decided not to tell me anything about y— ow!” Tommy was interrupted by a harsh shove served by Wil.

“Well I uh..” I peeked over to look at Wilbur, who still had that embarrassed look on his face. Only he looked more upset at Tommy than anything. His cheeks were still pink from the previous flush. “I-I’m comfortable telling the story, but only if Wil is.” I clarified. Tommy’s interest immediately turned toward me, no longer annoyed by Wilbur’s silent bullying. Wilbur perked his head up as well, his expression softening.

“I.. I’m okay with it.” Wil finally mumbled. I smiled a little before turning back to face forward.

“Then I guess we should start with how we met.”

I was 12 when I moved to South Bay with my aunt and uncle. After my family had suffered a tragic fate, I was given the choice to either live within the foster system or to reside with my closest relatives. Obviously, I chose my relatives. Though they were smiles and light-hearted jokes on the outside, they couldn’t care less that I was someone living under their roof. I was always given the leftover portions of their meals and never had anything to myself, but if I were to, it would’ve been a hand-me-down older than me or something they saw as useless. I was blessed enough to even have my own room, but even then, it felt so alone and cold.

After I turned 13 I thought of myself as “grown,” so I would often leave the house without telling my uncle or aunt, but even then, it was like they didn’t even care. I wasn’t lectured, I wasn’t taught any differently, I was simply just an accessory to the house. I remember vividly I wandered around the neighborhood as the sun was staring to set, and the streets were starting to quiet down. I wanted to spend that evening at the nearby park, swinging as I watched the sky turn orange and red.

When I made it to the park, there was only one family there. It was a father, and two boys who looked about the same age. Though neither of them look related in the slightest, they were close and bonded together as if they were. A panging feeling in my chest kind of stuck with me at the sight of them— a family so close together despite not being blood relative. And here I was, freely exploring the world with no parents to worry about me at home. Though it sounded like a damn blessing to other kids my age, I’ve never felt so.. Isolated.

I did my best to avoid where the family was and made a B-line to the swings. The two boys were playing around on the jungle gym as the man watched with a content smile on his face. I tried my best to ignore the sight, and instead focus on the sky, glowing in such warm colors.

I rocked back and forth, trying to swing as high as I can. Every time I would swing, my goal was to be able to touch the sky. A childish dream I had.

“Dad, who is that?” one of the boys asked while tugging at his father's sleeve.

The man looked over, a little surprised to see me. I pretended not to notice them talking about me and proceeded with my swinging.

“Hm, I don't know, Wil,” the dad said. I learned that the boy asking about me was named Wil.

“Can I play with them..?” he asked. Immediately I stopped swinging, dragging my feet into the mulch and looking at them. I don't know if I was scared, surprised, or excited that someone had finally noticed me. I'm sure the man saw the mix of feelings in my eyes too.

The man leaned down and talked softly to Wil before he nodded. Wil then walked toward me, and immediately I was freezing up. I gripped onto the swing chains tight as I could only watch in fear. Once Wil was in front of me, he smiled.

“Hi,” he greeted. “My name is Wilbur. What's your name?”

“(y-y/n)..” I stuttered. Wilbur nodded before pointing at the swing next to me.

“Can I swing with you?” he asked. It was an innocent offer, but something about it made me tear up. It was the first time anybody wanted to play with me.

“O-okay..” I nodded. “Do you want to know the game I'm playing?” I quietly asked. Wil nodded eagerly before hopping onto the swing.

Once I explained the game to him, we were having the time of our lives, swinging through the breezes while reaching our little hands to the sky. We were giggling, making it a little competition to see who could swinging the highest. And even when the sunset disappeared we were still reaching for the stars, and it took some lecturing from, who I learned to be, Phil, to get Wil finally off the swings.

“Where are your parents, little one?” Phil asked.

“I.. Um..” I fumbled for some sort of excuse. “My parents are here! They're just.. Shopping right now.” I pointed to the town just across the playground. “There.”

Though it looked as if Phil didn't buy it, he simply nodded, and wished me a goodnight and safety.

After that, it began routine to meet Wil at the playground with his family. We would make up games together and run around. Or sometimes, Wil and I would hide under the jungle gym and talk of stories and dreams. One day, I decided to have a private conversation with Phil on my living circumstances, ultimately asking if I could stay over at their place every once in a while. Phil being the caring man he is, agreed, which led to sleepovers and finally finding safety and comfort within a family.

Bringing myself back to the present, I sighed and looked over towards Wil and Tommy. Wil had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he was also reliving those memories with me. Tom on the other hand, had a face of curiosity and surprise. Tom turned over to Wil and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“You never told me you have a lifelong best friend!” Tom exclaimed. Wil chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair.

“Well.. I mean yeah..” he sighed. Wil and I looked at each other. We both knew it was so much more than that.

We had finally made it the house. As it stood in all it's glory, it looked no different from what I remember. Tom and I walked inside as Wil locked the door behind us. It was definitely refurnished to match the wealth of their family.

Another clue as to them being the Syndicate.

Regardless, I took my shoes off and hung up my jacket. I turned to look at Wil, who looked like was thinking about something.

“Wilbur?” I called out. He shook his head and looked at me.

“S-sorry.. I was just thinking about where you're going to sleep. When Tom moved in he took the guest room— and I feel like it would be rude if I made you sleep in the living room—” Wil began to ramble but then paused before exhaling. He clasped his hands together and looked at me. “Are you.. Okay with sleeping in my room—? Not that I'll be in the room with you! I could sleep in the living room or with Tom or something..”

Wilbur's room..?

A jumble of memories began to flash all at once, and I was starting to feel lightheaded again. I quickly shook out of my thoughts before looking at Wil.

“Y-yeah.. Sure..” I replied softly. Tom had already headed upstairs for bed. I trailed behind Wil as he led me upstairs to his room, which if anything, I could've located on my own based on muscle memory.

Wilbur creaked the door open, and if anything, it was all exactly the same. A pile of clothes in one corner, a desk littered with papers with scribbled writing, and a guitar on the bedside.

“Wow,” I said out loud. Wil turned to look at me with slightly raised eyebrow. “it's almost as how I remember it..”

“Ah.. Yeah..” Wil nodded. He walked in and started to go through his drawers, fetching some spare clothes for me to wear. I circled around the room examining any crevice. I knew this was my opportunity to seize new evidence, but that child in me refused, and only wished for me to enjoy the moment.

“Here.” Wil handed me a pair of folded up sweats and a shirt for me to wear. After further examination, I realized that these were the pajamas I would often wear when coming over to their place back then: Wilbur's dark gray sweatpants and a large black graphic tee of our favorite anime.

“..Thank you.” I said to Wil. I looked up to face him. A melancholy smile rested on his face as that small tint of pink rested on his cheekbones. His brown eyes, though we were in a dimmed room, sparkled a bit with sincerity.

“Of course uh..” He stood there for a minute, staring at me, before he cleared his throat and headed out the door. “If you need me, I’ll be in Tom’s room which is just the next room to the left, okay?” He held onto the doorknob. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“..Goodnight, Wilbur.” I replied, softly. He gave me one last look before closing the door shut.

I stood there with Wilbur’s clothes still in my hands.

My heart was pounding, and if anything, the room felt stuffy despite the A/C in Wil’s room being at a cool 69 degrees. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and all they wanted was to escape far and away. I wasn’t sure if I was flustered or anxious being in this room again. Whatever it was, I desperately needed to pull myself together.

Siren is Wilbur.

And Wilbur is Siren.

But Wilbur also gave me these soft clothes to wear whenever I was too scared to sleep by myself.

And Wilbur, despite our final argument before we separated, still kept the clothes after all these years. I sighed before changing out of my clothes. As I did, I noticed that the more I looked around, there were still bits of me still left in his room.

On the wall, there was a band poster we got for free after a concert we went to together. On his nightstand was an action figure I bought for his birthday, and scattered around the room, there were small house plants I got for him throughout the years. After I fitted into the sweatpants perfectly, I walked over to his desk. In a little box there were pieces of ripped paper and different colored sticky notes. Curiously, I picked one of them up.

That's when my heart stopped.

Without realizing, tears were starting to form in my eyes, near clouding up my vision. My chest ached and my throat tightened up, as if my whole body was forcing down a loud sob.

“I love you, my honey voice :)” was written in my handwriting. On the next line was written in Wilbur’s handwriting.

“I love you more, my beautiful star.”

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a / n ~ ouch the bittersweet angst was STINGING. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! I am actually in love with this series, so its exciting to see other people also in love with the story :) spoiler for next chapter-- DELUSION AND SIREN ARE FINALLY FIGHTING RAGHHH

tagging ~ @listenheresweaty @joviepog @missy1138 @heartofwritiing @tiredandbisexual @themonsterunderurmom @ax-y10 @itstumblerwhyareyouangry @virusalex @meowm30ws

[majorbisexualpanic]

Operation NotFound Final Chapter (16)

Ch. 16

Summary:

The click clack sound of the butterfly knife stops smoothly. A heavy sigh and shuffling is heard in the background through the sound system. George knew this was going to happen as soon as Sapnap asked for help for this heist . Everyone in this team has been in the Syndicate for years now as they all have been trained to handle mishaps like the one currently happening.

Full Story

[angelsandarsenic]

who’s ready for some pure fluff???

Diamonds, Emeralds and Other Crap is updated now! Happy prom!

Edit: HEY I FORGOT—

there’s a playlist now!! I’ll keep adding songs let me know if you have any suggestions!

[virtualcoffeemoon]

@fernlessbastard

He's not my enemy. He is my homoerotic rival and if anybody but me ever tries to hurt him I will promptly kill them.

[deaslovejoy]

i was simply playing minecraft with wilbur's music on when ha. here's a fic idea. how about you spend three hours fleshing it out. and now i am in the process of writing yet another fic i don't have the time for. but god help me i will do it.

[shubblelive]

— HOW IT WORKS

summary : you have never liked wilbur soot. the two of you just always seemed to butt heads. you’re civil, though, especially because you have mutual friends. one of whom seems to have an ulterior motive.

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing, alcohol/drinking (not to excess) protective!best friend! niki is pissed at wilbur the ENTIRE time, reader has hair that reaches at least their shoulder (type, texture and colour aren’t described), tommy being a shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader, one-sided enemies to lovers

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!nihachu, cc!tommyinnit (mentioned)

word count : 1.4k

note : ty for 300, can’t even begin to explain how much i appreciate it tagging @starsyoubreaklikesugardust because of how lovely she is. title stolen from one of my favourite taylor songs ofc

“please, niki,”

he’d been begging for nearly 15 minutes at this point, but niki was stone faced. she was one of his best friends, he knew all the tricks to make her give in. he’d complimented her, talking about her new hair colour and how it suited her. he’d made himself seem as pathetic as possible so she’d be more likely to help. he’d given her begging eyes, trying as hard as he could to convince her.

he only had one more trick left, and after that it would be pure brute force: asking over and over again until she got pissed off enough to either yell at him to fuck off or she’d agree.

“but, niki, please,” she huffed as wilbur started talking again. “imagine,” he pulled his face up beside hers to guide her on his journey of persuasion. “events in which you can hang out with me and not feel guilty. events in which you can hang out with her and not feel guilty. picture not having to be weird and squirmy around me when you say you can’t film with me because you’re filming with her. not having-”

“enough!” niki put her phone down, looking at wilbur, unimpressed. “you know she’d kill me, right?”

“pretty sure she’d thank you if it works out the way i want it to,” wilbur said innocently, and niki picked up a pillow, ready to hit him with it. “come on! for me? for your best friend?”

“the answer is no wilbur,”

“but-”

“no, i already have to listen to you whine about how much she doesn’t like you, i don’t want to have to listen you talk about how much she does.” niki shook her head. “i’m sorry. i can’t help you.”

lo and behold, thanks to brute force it was less than twenty minutes before she finally agreed, and wilbur walked out of her flat armed with his new knowledge.

there was only another 2 weeks before he had to use it. tommy had finally moved out of his shithole apartment, and he had a small get together with a few other brighton streamers. including you.

your cardigan had slipped off your shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull it back up. not in a predatory “no one should see your shoulders” sort of way, but more in a protective, wanting you to be warm way.

you’d first met wilbur six months ago, and he’d declare it was love at first sight. niki had actually been the one to introduce you, and he’d never be able to thank her enough for all the help she’d given regarding you. the first night, you’d were lovely. all soft smiles and laughing too hard at his shit jokes. he’d brushed a lock of hair off your shoulder and it had given you both goosebumps. wilbur had decided right then and there that before the night was over, he was going to kiss you. or at least attempt to, unless you weren’t interested.

he’d left you alone for fifteen minutes to go get a drink and to use the bathroom, and on his way back he’d been apprehended by tommy. the bastard had made fun of him for how whipped he looked the entire night, and wilbur had been too self conscious to admit he wanted to go back to talk to you. when he’d finally lost tommy’s interest, he’d also apparently lost yours.

you avoided him for the rest of the night, sending short replies whenever he messaged you until finally, he stopped.

he hadn’t dated anyone since, putting it down to it simply not being something important right now. he pointedly ignored the fact that he still really wanted to kiss you.

now, he watched you sip your drink while you chatted with tommy. someone new showed up and tommy had to excuse himself to say hi, and that was when wilbur approached. "fancy seeing you here."

you smiled politely, trying to mask your evident distaste for him. "hi,"

"you look really nice," he tugged gently on the sleeve of your cardigan. "'s this new?"

you pulled back. "thank you. and no, i've had it for a while. i think i see niki, i should go talk to her. have a nice night, wilbur."

perfectly polite, if a little brusque. you floated off, pulling the cardigan back up over your shoulder as you reached your best friend. "what did he want?" niki asked curiously.

"just trying to talk to me," you didn't wanna start a fight, so you waved him off. niki, however, kept pushing.

"yeah? about what?"

"doesn't matter, nik-"

"why do you hate him?"

you shut your mouth. "i don't-"

"yes, you do. and i love you both, and i just want to fix it but i don't know how!" she sounded upset, and you frowned. she took a gulp of the rest of the water in her glass. "i'm going to get enother drink. i'll be back."

so you were left alone in tommy's crowded living room, having pissed off the one person you'd really want to talk to. the only other person who wasn't speaking to someone else was wilbur.

there was no point in staying at this point. you finished your drink and grabbed your bag, stepping out into the hallway to call a taxi. it was raining outside, and you were huddled under the awning as best you could, pulling your cardigan back over your shoulder.

the metal door to the building buzzed as it was open. it was wilbur, black coat pulled tight around him. he shrugged it off, shoving it towards you. rain had started trickling down your back, and you were shaking uncontrollably.

"are you insane?" he had to yell for you to hear him. when you didn’t take the coat, he tossed it at you. you caught it instinctively. "what are you doing?"

"going home." you replied, throwing it over your shoulders, leaving your arms out. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you!"

"we're not friends, wilbur!" you rolled your eyes, rain pounding the top of your head and soaking you to the bone. "what do you want?"

"why do you hate me?"

your voice went up an octave. "why does everyone keep asking me that? i don't hate you! ok, we're fine. just go back inside, my cab's coming." you looked at your phone and your face fell. they'd cancelled on you. "fuck.”

"let me drive you home," he begged. "please."

"we are not friends!" you emphasised. "wilbur, come on-"

"you know i'm in love with you, right?" you stopped in your tracks, mouth left open. "i have been since i first met you! i thought you were the prettiest girl i've ever seen, and i was going to kiss you. the very first night we met."

tears had welled up in your eyes, blending with the rain. he wanted to wipe them away, but he kept talking. "and i had just worked up the courage to, when suddenly you decided you hated me! why? what did i do? please, just tell me!"

"you're being cruel, wilbur," you sobbed. he was taunting you. telling you what you wanted to hear, making you admit to how you felt only to shove it in your face. you were being pathetic.

"i love you," he said quietly. "and if you don't feel the same, then that's fine. but this has been the longest six months of my entire life. and it's because i was a coward. i was too afraid to tell you how i felt."

"you talked to tommy that night," your voice was low, so soft he almost couldn't hear you over the rain. "kid was making fun of you, said you were being a simp, or something." you wiped a tear away furiously. "and you said. "her?" as if the idea was so terrible. "sure." you said. you laughed, and then came right back to my side and tried to flirt with me."

he faltered. he did say that. it had been loud that night. he was a little drunk, and irritated with his younger brother figure, and all he had wanted was to get back to you. tommy wouldn’t stop making fun of him and he wanted to kiss you so bad his mind went blank. he was an asshole.

“believe me, darling,” he pleaded. “i know i was a dick, and i hurt you. but that was a lie. i wanted tommy off my back, so i said it to shut him up. but trust me, it’s not true at all. i love you, really. and i’ll wait forever and ever, if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.” there was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “please, let me drive you home.”

so, you ended up in the front seat of wilbur soot’s car on your way back to your place. you’d noticed that he’d nearly died of shock when you’d let him hold your hand with his free one. you could only imagine how he’d react when you let him kiss you on the sidewalk in front of your house.

he’d have to thank niki later.

[ax-y10]

wilbur x reader enemies to lovers!!

you caught yourself in a heated argument with wilbur, too enraged by his spill of words a few minutes ago to comprehend the fond look on his face.

he had no business trying to use his charisma against you in this argument. his ego was way too big for his lanky frame.

“why don’t you act like your hairline and take a few steps back!” you shouted as he started forcing you backwards, trapping you between the wall and himself.

“you’re quite cute when you’re angry, d’you know that?” punctuating his statement by stealing your lips in the softest kiss imaginable.

maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad fighting him in the future…

[mychemicalgonzo]

Hello normies.

I... well I'm Gonzo the great. Or perhaps you know me as Gerard Way, of My Chemical Romance. I have been sheltered. Kept away from my truth. Because of you... filthy normies. I've struggled so much with my truth... that I truly am Gonzo the Muppet, as well as Gerard Way.

I've struggled so much with these thoughts. These... these feelings. The memories. Seeing 9/11... Being bound to a life of cloth as a Muppet... no one understands me. At least... at least I thought I did. Seeing the strength of @the-muppet-joker gave me hope... strength... to finally come out as a Gonzo kinnie. I messaged him on this site, and seeing him accept me despite our differences as Gonzo and Kermit... I've decided to fully live my truth.

Don't even try to understand. You won't. Ever.

~ DNI ~

Non emos or edge lords. Only true emos understand my pain...

Br*ndon Ur*e apologists or stans. I fucking hate that poser

Speaking of which, posers. Grrr

Women. Not in a sexist way, of course. But I'm gay

Chickens. Heh, unless you want me in your dms... my Gonzo side can't help himself around those clucking beauties...

Hazbin Hotel stans

Dream stans

Wilbur Soot stans

People that eat chicken

Anti furries

Elon Musk lovers

Patriots fans

Those under 18. Children... run before you see my horrid thoughts. I do this out of kindness

Basic bitches

TikTokers

Preps... eugh.

Strange Aeons

If you make jokes or even MENTION 9/11 around me. It's part of my trauma as a Gerard Way kinnie... I have flashbacks to seeing the towers fall... ngh... I keep seeing it... if you make ANY jokes or even MENTION it, I won't hesitate to go alpha wolf on you.

Shayne Topp/Smosh fans

JK Rowling/Harry Potter fans

List of Enemies:

Shayne Topp (my arch nemesis)

Strange Aeons

Jk Rowling

Jake Webber and Johnnie Guilbert (fuckin posers...)

[modelbus]

Hi!!!! For your 500 followers event could I get cc!Wilbur soot with enemies to lovers and forced proximity ?? Thank you, congrats on your followers, you deserve them!!! <333

Ofc! Thank you so much <333

Pairing: CC!Wilbur Soot x Gn!Reader

Enemies to Lovers - Forced Proximity

There was something about Wilbur that always pissed you off. Maybe it was how he wore glasses without needing them, or how he always had to know everything. Whatever it was, you hated him for it. And he hated you in return.

That was just how the world worked now. You were always at each other’s throats on stream, and any event with both of you was inevitably awkward. The fans were so aware of how much you hated each other that they didn’t even bother making a duo name.

“You’re going to have to try harder to get us to laugh,” Jack tells chat, waving a hand around him.

For some God-forsaken reason, Jack Manifold insisted on having you, Tommy, and Wilbur stream try not to laugh with him. In-person. At least you could mostly ignore Wilbur by focusing on the media shares.

“The thing is that we’ve all got slightly different humor types.” Wilbur tries to explain.

“We all laugh at Tommy.” You immediately counter, pleased at the chance to discredit anything he says.

“But that’s different, that’s Tommy.”

“Hey!” The boy in question exclaims. “I’m right fucking here!”

“Sorry, Tommy.” Wilbur pats him on the head, making Tommy bat his hand away.

“Fuck you!”

“Can we just watch the media shares?” Jack asks, desperately turning to you.

“Hey, I’m watching them.”

“I- that isn’t helpful.”

“I want food. Jack, what food do you have?” Tommy suddenly announces.

“You can’t just raid my food!”

“Yes I can. What food do you have? The good shit.”

Jack hesitates before answering, probably thinking about what he’s willing to let Tommy eat. “Chocolate, gummy worms, an apple, stuff like that.”

“A singular apple?” Wilbur laughs.

“I’m really healthy.”

“I want gummy worms.” Tommy leans back in his chair, slowly looking between you, Wilbur, and Jack. You’re the first one to break.

“Fine, I’ll get them for you.” You sigh, getting up and heading into Jack’s kitchen.

His kitchen is actually unfairly large. Who needs this much room to cook? Besides, it wasn’t like Jack actually did any cooking here.

Wilbur walks in while you’re searching cupboards, laughing before grabbing a cup out of one.

“Why are you here?” You ask, rolling your eyes. He always had to fucking taunt you, didn’t he?

“I’m getting water. Don’t fucking flatter yourself.”

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Fine. The gummy worms are in the pantry, by the way.”

You stand up, cheeks red. “I knew that.”

“Oh I bet you did.”

After a few minutes of rummaging in the pantry, you realize Wilbur was a fucking liar. He probably was laughing behind you right now. God, how did you fall for that?!

You turn around glaring and immediately find him. He’s leaning against the counter watching you, quietly sipping on water.

“Real funny.” You roll your eyes, something you do a lot when it comes to him.

“What?”

“They aren’t in here.”

“They should be.” He frowns, stepping into the pantry with you.

It’s not really large enough for the both of you, but you refuse to back down. Wilbur’s shoulder hits yours and you move so he can check the shelves behind you.

“Huh.”

“Yeah, dumbass. Not here.”

“I swear I saw them. Maybe they’re behind the door.”

The door opened inward for some reason, meaning it blocked a whole part of the shelves. Wilbur reaches past you to move it, accidentally shutting it.

“Great going, now it’s dark.” You sigh, knocking his hand out of the way to open the door. Some people were just dumb.

Twisting the knob, the door doesn’t budge. You step a little closer to put some weight on the door, but it still doesn’t move.

“Let me.” Wilbur puts a surprisingly gentle hand on your arm, moving you behind him.

There’s a thud as he puts weight against the door, then does it again. Even as he tries to open it your only light source remains to be the crack under the door.

“Just message Jack.” You suggest. “Clearly this isn’t working.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you have your phone?”

“…fuck.”

“You didn’t bring your phone?!” He nearly yells.

“You didn’t either!” You yell back.

“Oh my God.” There’s a thud you assume is his head hitting the door. “We’re trapped in here.”

“Great. Just wonderful.” Is your sarcastic response.

“Jack or Tommy will get suspicious after a while.”

“How long is a while though? I don’t want to be stuck in here with you for any longer than I have to.”

“Not like I want to be in here with someone who hates me either.” He snaps.

You lean backwards against a shelf, crossing your arms.

“I hate you because you hate me. And you’re also just a general dickhead.”

“Me? I’m the dickhead? Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“You’re the one who has it out for me! Always some stupid fucking remark.”

“Please, you started it.” You scoff.

Even though there’s barely room between you two to begin with, Wilbur steps forward. He’s taller than you, so you look up and squint into the darkness to make out the vague shape of his face.

“You always poke at me first. You’re either outright mean or you hide it behind a snide remark. And everyone knows it! You hate me the same way I hate you.”

“God, do you ever shut up?” He asks.

“Not when it comes to you.”

Wilbur stays quiet for a moment. Maybe your words are sinking in. Although you retaliate just as hard as he does, his words have genuinely hurt in the past. But you’re beyond that now.

“I don’t hate you.” He finally settles on saying.

You immediately laugh. “Bullshit.”

“I don’t.”

Maybe it’s the way he says it, softer than anything you’ve ever heard him say, but you’re inclined to believe him. It makes you hesitate.

“Then why’d you start it? Why do you respond?”

Because he did ultimately start it. When you first met him, live on stream, he was a complete ass. It was that day that you became what you are today: enemies.

In the dark, you can barely make out Wilbur shaking his head. A refusal to give you his answer, an explanation you need. You need to know why. Maybe you don’t actually hate him. Maybe you’ve simply been hating him because you thought he hated you.

“Why?” You ask again. ���Wilbur-“

You don’t get to finish your next sentence, because he cuts you off. Not with words, but by covering your mouth with his own.

By kissing you.

Before he can pull away you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Part of you knew you had always been in love with him, but the rest of you was realizing right this second.

Holy shit. You like Wilbur. How did that even happen?

“That’s why.” He breathes, pulling back slightly. “I didn’t mean to be such an ass the first day, or to fall for you. But it was easier letting you think I hated you than to tell you the truth.”

“I- I don’t even know what to say.” You admit. The kiss had genuinely frazzled you that much.

“You can tell me to shove off. Or I can kiss you again.” He suggests.

“Let’s go with the latter.”

Wilbur laughs, connecting your lips again. Of course, at that exact moment, the pantry door swings open.

“I totally forgot to warn you- what the fuck. What the fuck?!” Jack yells, stumbling back. “You two- I thought you hated each other?”

“Hi, Jack,” Wilbur smirks, pulling away from you to walk out of the pantry.

“Hi Jack.” You parrot, cheeks red.

“What. The. Fuck.”

“Amazing what some time in a pantry can do, isn’t it?” Wilbur directs his question at you, eyes sparkling like they do when he’s telling a joke. They’ve always been directed at other people, never you. But everything is changed now, isn’t it?

“Yeah. Truly amazing.”

[lillylvjy]

new years kiss with wilbur 😳 if you want to write a blurb about it…

A/n- ok this is everywhere but I hope you like it my dearest phantom:) it’s a college enemies to lovers au….. I had fun writing it and I love the concept!

Warnings// swearing, kissing, teasing, let me know what I missed:)

Your lips, my lips (apocalypse)

Honestly, you never would have thought you’d be at a college frat party, sitting on the counter top in the kitchen, on New Year’s Eve.

Your friend Schlatt invited you and told you to ‘loosen up and have fun’. You can have fun! Just in a very quiet and introverted way.

The music was loud, electronic music. It seemed like the songs were repeating themselves but that could be the alcohol talking.

As you sat on the counter, looking somberly down at your cup, you heard Schlatt’s obnoxious laugh and looked up.

Surprise, Surprise. William Soot. In your creative writing class, sits two seats away from you, always has a beanie on his head and a sweater on. He was definitely cute.

Wait?! What?!

No! you hated him with your whole being. Why do people think he’s all that?! He’s a smart ass with a cute smile and a beautiful singing voice! And don’t get me started with his smirk! It just aggravates you more.

When Schlatt told you he invited Wilbur, you immediately protested on going. You did not want to be in the same room as him. He was just going to bring your mood down more than it already was! But you know need up coming anyways for Schlatt’s sake.

You didn’t realize you were staring at Wilbur until he smirked at you and made his way over towards you.

“You may want to close your mouth darling. I know I’m attractive, but I don’t want you catching flies.” Wilbur says, pushing your jaw up with his pointer finger.

Your eyes widened and your face turned cherry red. You quickly put your head down to hide your face as Wilbur laughed.

“Shut up. Just because I was looking at you doesn’t mean I meant it.” You snapped back at him. His eyebrows raised and his face went from his shit eating grin into an amused smirk.

“Hmm, what’s got your pants ins twist? Oh! Let me guess, you don’t have anyone to kiss at midnight. To bad .” He said, patting your head.

You quickly took his hand away from your head and glared at him. “Nothings wrong. I just don’t like you.” You smiled sarcastically up at him.

He smirked back down at you as he moved to stand between your legs. Jesus he looked beautiful. I mean! Totally gross and ugly….. who are you kidding?! This man is the definition of perfect.

You looked down again before you could do anything you would regret. But Wilbur lifted your chin, so he could make eye contact with you. He moved his hand to cup your cheek and rubbed your cheek bone. “We both know that’s a lie love.” He said, shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

“I-“

“Guys! One minute before the ball drop!” Someone yelled before you could say anything, as everyone ran into the living room to watch the tv.

“What was that love?” Wilbur asked as he leaned down closer to you.

Your breathing became quicker as you lifted one of your hands to the back of his neck and one to rest against his chest.

“I… I can’t deny that.” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes as he smiled.

10!

9!

8!

“Well…”

7!

6!

“That gives me more of a reason…”

5!

4!

“To do this….” Wilbur said, leaning in closer to you.

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!”

Wilbur closed the gap between you two, as you closed your eyes and leaned into the kiss. Wilbur pulled you closer to him and he deepened the kiss.

Before anything could happen, you both heard a cough behind Wilbur. You quickly pulled away from each other as you turned to look at the person who ruined the moment.

“I was just gonna grab Wilbur to go meet some girl, but you two seem to be having fun! I knew you two would eventually work it out! Oh also good job bro!” Schlatt congratulated Wilbur as he dabbed him up. You slapped his shoulder and shook your head.

“Stupid boys.” You said under your breath as Schlatt walked away.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry for not being the nicest to you. I really do like you. And I don’t want my last actions to effect this, but if you don’t want this I get it! But I truly want this to be a thing an do promise I’ll do everything I can to be a perfect boy friend. And- “

“Ok, ok. Wilbur shut up and kiss me please.” You said while pulling him by his sweater back down to you. But before your lips could touch, you pulled back. “Also, I do want this. Really, really fucking bad.” You finished as you pulled him into a kiss.

Now your really glad you came here.

[loversj0y]

masterlist

key: (r) - request, (s) - song fic most of my writing can be find under the #mar writes tag

wilbur soot

tis the damn season au masterlist

200 follower event masterlist

i dont smoke - reminiscing while smoking - the habit wilbur stopped and started. (note: this one is written in first person) (s)

wilbur teaching you guitar - as it says

midnight caller - in which barre chords are hard, and being away from your love is even harder (or: wilbur teaches your guitar over the phone)

concert care - wilbur saves reader from a mosh pit (r)

tomorrow - wilbur and reader go stargazing (r)

going on tour with lovejoy - as it says (r)

parole hearing - warden wilbur (from the sorry boys prison video) , enemies to lovers (r)

arsonist's lullaby - more criminal/warden wilbur. heed the warnings on this one (r)

loves me (like im brand new) - wilbur helps you during an episode (sensitive material in this one, please read the warnings)

stoner wilbur - you decide to start being more outgoing, though after a party doesnt go perfectly to plan, a classmate is there to help you out a bit

platonic! aro reader x wilbur cuddling! - as it says (r)

thief!reader breaking into warden! wilburs house + extra - as it says (r)

5 times wilbur helped you + 1 time you helped him - as it says

id meet you where the spirit meets the bones - ghost au

saving face - siren(tcfs) wilbur saves you, his best friend, after you get kidnapped for information

our young nation - lmanbur fic but reader has tallulah :)

three drunk nights - drunk mistake + drunk mistake = drunk not mistake?

bad day? - coping fic (sh) - please heed the content warning

[mochiwrites]

I was thinking about songs that fits specific songbird's blood characters and I've given all of them a song I think they would relate to. (I might add more to this as time goes by!)

Taurtis-

spiderweb melanie martinez

Arms Tonite Mother Mother

Things to do Alex G

Money the drums

Scott-

Mama boy Dominic fike (Scott has mom boy vibes I don't know why but he does)

Runs in the family Amanda Palmer

Haunted Laura Les

People eater Sodikken

Blue hair TV girl

Impulse

Campus Vanpire Weekend

Fine Lemon demon

Pearl

Void Melanie martinez

Ribs Crane wives

Portrait of a blank state lovejoy

The way things go beabadoobee

Grian

Lovers rock TV girl

it's alright mother mother test me

melanie martinez

Solider Poet King The Hellos (Poet)

Cool about it boygenuis

I know it's the end Phoebe bridges

Pretty little things Crane wives

Charlie Infero that handsome devil

Sarah Alex G

Fool cavetown

Scar

I don't think it will ever end Wilbur soot

Solider Poet King The Hellos (Solider)

glided lily Cults

mine / yours Wilbur Soot

Icarus Luvbug

Fall in love with a girl cavetown

If I killed someone for you Alec Benjamin

Mumbo

When she loved me lyn lapid

Christmas kids ROAR

Lemon boy cavetown

Solider Poet King The Hellos (King)

Motion sickness Pheobe Bridges

Rises on the moon liana flores

Grum

Juilet Cavetown

Clay Pigeons Michael Cera

Rises on the moon liana flores

Jrum

Boys will be bugging cavetown

Clay Pigeons Michael Cera

Rises on the moon liana flores

Pope is a Rockstar SALES

Joel

sleeping giants crane wives,

Sarah Alex G

Etho

The Garden Crane wives

Bdubs

Lovefool the cardigans

Apocalypse Cigarettes after sex

Tubbo

Hayloft Mother Mother

Sandy Alex G

Things to do Alex G

Icarus Luvbug

Ren

Allies or enemies Crane wives

Martyn

Pretty little things Crane wives

Bad idea girl in red

Tango

Looking out for you joy again

Jimmy

Ribs Crane wives

Taroko Augest greenwood

The plot line

Digital silence Peter Mcploand

Exitlude the killers

Youth Daughter

Dark red Steve Lacy

Moment vierre cloud

Lotta true crime Penelope Scott

Pork soda glass animals

OOOOOOOOOO

I know maybe 5% of these songs 👀👀👀

[genevawrenn]

If a Moment is All We Are

✨c!Wilbur Soot & c!Tommyinnit [Crimeboys] ✨3.4k W.C. ✨c!Wilbur Soot-centric ✨Graphic Depictions Of Violence & MCD & Canon Divergent ✨A gift for @tododokii_ 🎵One More Light by Linkin Park

Wilbur wonders just how fitting it is for a villain like him to face his worst fears, an unknown amount of alone time greeted him like a scorned lover.

Glancing up at the screen, he feels the last bit of hope the blonde was safer without him being snuffed out, watching the horrible last few moments of Tommy’s life. Watching him speak with his forever enemy, trapped in the prison as the end approaches. There's a certain acceptance surrounding the trio Wilbur felt akin too, knowing there was nothing they could do.

It was far too late to reconsider.

Wilbur falls to his knees as the screen flashes impossibly bright, before going black.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Not a Fan

by Simplysmitten

Aurora, a 23 year old artist with synesthesia, has just moved to Brighton as an attempt to escape the problems from her home life in the US and chase the dreams she once had in college. She almost immediately discovers that her new apartment shares a wall with a noisy musician next door- a less than ideal situation. Aurora is faced with the question of what's worse, the sounds of his music through the walls at all hours of the night, or her thoughts when it's finally silent?

Wilbur, a 25 year old online content creator, is faced with two dilemmas. One, he has already seemed to be a nuisance to his new neighbor. And two, he fell head over heels for a random American girl in his local grocery store without as much as asking for her name. He feels haunted by the stranger, constantly finding pieces of her scattered through his day to day life. Wilbur has to find a way to smooth things out with his new neighbor and somehow track down the girl he met by chance.

Words: 6243, Chapters: 4/51, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot/Original Female Character(s), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Neighbors, Synesthesia, Wilbur Soot is Bad at Feelings, POV Alternating, Wilbur Soot-centric, Original Character-centric, References to Depression, Specific depictions of self harm, Mental Health Issues, Mentioned Lovejoy Ensemble, kind of a miraculous ladybug situation with their identities lol, one day i'll learn how to tag but today is not that day

[brett-is-afraid]

Hear me out here OP; DanTDM/Wilbur Soot.

Both C! And Cc! versions of that ship are so good to me- E n t i r e l y different dynamics depending on which one it is, though.

Shady Oaks Dan/Dsmp Wilbur = chaos. Bloodshed. Homoerotic yearning. Mad scientist meets literal fucking corpse. It's like TNTduo but this time it's less "enemies to/and lovers" and more "they're both wack but not really enemies??? Uh,,,, evil and lovers". Panic At the Disco and IDKHBTFM were I N V E N T E D for them. They crash a masquerade ball together for the Extra of it all and pull of the biggest con/heist in history in the same night, all while Wilbur gets wasted and Dan tries not to get demonically possessed Again™️. They're each other's little Meow meow. That one clip of JD and Veronica where they just killed heather and Veronica freaks out, jokes about Heather being on her period, and then sees the body and freaks out again? Dan is Veronica (unless possessed) and Wilbur is JD. Wilbur has killed on purpose and Dan has also killed on purpose but ALSO also been very freaked about it

Cc! Dan/Wilbur = ex (not really haha he's still edgy) scene kid turned DILF Gamerboy and sad floofy weird gamerboy team up to form repressed gamer GAYS. They are so tired sibling/parent energy and so immature goblin at the same time. Dan shows Wilbur his pokemon cards and Wilbur shares weird history facts from his history nerd brain. They both know how to play guitar so possibilities for sad yearning ballads they keep locked up in private journals are endless. Secret affair??? Maybe. They have a dinner together but it's exclusively chicken nuggets and wine. Have some Joseph Garrett (Stampy) / David??? Spencer (iBallisticSquid) as a side dish (it's the same thing but BFF and nostalgia flavoured...and maybe like, two inches to the left) and have them give each other shit as fuck advice.

just.... I care them

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