#wilbur soot x child!reader

[yumiis]

May I requesting a platonic Wilbur soot x readers headcanon where reader is his adopted daughter? 💗💗⚘️⚘️

this is sweet :,) sure thing!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 LITTLE SUNSHINE ; WILBUR

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

It started when you were about twelve. You'd been alone since you were born; having no one of your own. Until this man named Wilbur decided to take you to be his own.

You'll admit, it took a long time for you to call him Dad. It was clear he was trying to make you comfortable, your room was decked out and you had everything a little girl could ever wish for.

A full sized bed all to yourself, a nice desk and computer, and tons of toys and stuffed animals.

The day you came home was definitely the most tense. "Hi, love!.. It's nice to meet you." He smiled, crouching down so he could be on your level. "Hi.."

You were very shy towards him for a long time. You were used to everyone leaving, but after some months, it was clear he wasn't going anywhere.

He would tell you stories of how he used to be in a band and go on tour, how he blew up a country (you're still confused about this one..), and how he has a lot of people that are his fans. He was really cool!

Eventually, you'd started calling him Dad. The first time you did, he could've cried. He knew you weren't the most comfortable being somewhere so unfamiliar with someone you don't really know, especially when that someone is now your caregiver.

One night while making dinner, he'd called you his little sunshine. This nickname stuck through thick and thin.

"Sunshine? Could you grab that for me please?"

He'd made it a note to sing you to sleep every now and again, "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.."

[ax-y10]

"Don't Tell Dad, Please?"

In which- Wilbur's and Y/n's daughter gets her period and trusts Y/n to not tell Wil.

a/n: Can you tell I'm slow and caught up in school?? I have a request I'm working on at the moment and it somehow deleted most of it so I'm really sad. Enjoy this ig? Also, this is short as fuck...

Chapter info: Period, blood (obv), self projection (Split parents can suck ass-), afab Y/n and daughter

Pronouns: Y/n- She/her, Daughter- She/her

Masterlist:

Of course it wouldn't be right to send a 14 year old to school when she has just started something that definitely wouldn't be going away soon. But, she still needed an education. Opting for asking her husband, and father of her daughter, Y/n starts towards the door, ready to tell him. However, she was stopped by a firm grip on her shoulder and glossy eyes peering up at her.

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She had a decent amount of knowledge on what a period was, yet she was still freaked out by the sight of blood in her underwear from the night prior. And she had school tomorrow...

"Don't tell dad, please?" That sentence almost made your heart shatter.

The past memories of having to hide your period from your father, frantically texting your own mother at 5 in the morning, a horrid sight in your underwear. Only her knowing for so long that by the time you were 16, your dad hadn't known until a family holiday. You wished you or your mother had told him sooner, educated him. He had a sister of his own, yes, but she had never told him. Having split parents had never made it any easier, either. Having your time of the month start at your fathers, and ending at your mothers was definitely annoying. You were just glad that your daughter didn't have split parents and didn't have to grow up and learn how to live in two completely opposite households. She was loved by both parents, and you were glad.

"Trust me, if I tell dad, he will completely understand, sweetheart." You spoke, reassurance laced in your tone.

"Are you sure?" Her whisper of panic and fright reminded you of your first monthly.

"Sit down with me?" You invite her to the carpeted floor of her bedroom, patting next to you. She gladly took the offer.

"Can I tell you a story of when your father had to comfort me on my first 'that time' when I stayed at his?" A pause followed your ask, giving her time to respond. You took her small nod as a sign to continue.

"I remember being curled up in the guest bathroom, the furthest bathroom away from him so he didn't see me. I thought it would be weird, gross even, if he saw his girlfriend shivering on the floor due to the stain in her underwear. What I wasn't aware of, however, was how kind and caring he could be in these situations-" A muttered coo from the girl next to you "-And so when I heard a knock at the door and a groggy 'Darling, you in there?' I freaked out. A quiet squeak left my lips, my hand quickly finding it's way to my mouth-" Another coo from her "-Before I knew it, he was holding me in his arms, softly rocking me side to side, slowly calming me with reassuring words of comfort and kindness. And the best part-" A dramatic pause "-I got extra snuggles all day."

Finishing your story, you look to where the smaller girl was sitting, and almost melted at the sight. She had swaddled herself in the sweater she was wearing, her face buried deep in the cotton of her dad's sweater that he offered to you that frightful night.

Almost immediately a small tear slipped from your eye, watching as your daughter used one of your favourite items as a comfort mechanism.

"Hey, Muffin?" Her attention grabbed by your soft voice.

"Is it alright if I tell dad?" A nod of approval and out the door you were... or you thought.

Immediately running into your favourite man's chest, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at your dumbness. "Sorry, Wil."

A hand ran up your back, helping you steady yourself, before he spoke softly, despite the obvious hint of sleep in his voice.

"Were you going to tell me something?" He teased, but immediately regretted it as soon as he saw his daughters eyes stare into his with fear. Her worst fear, she would call it.

"Oh shit... Hey Pumpkin. What's up?" He immediately found a spot next to his child, finding himself on the floor in a matter of seconds, his favourite woman leaning on his shoulder.

"How long were you standing there? Did you hear anything? How much did you hear? Am I gross? Ugh." She rambled, emotions mixed and mixed they were. Sadness, fear, joy, pure fright. She truly did not want him to know but by the previous sentences he spoke a good minute ago proved her hope wrong.

"If you're wondering, you will never, and I mean never be weird or gross in my eyes. You are the greatest daughter I could have ever wished for. And if your mother's story proved anything, I hope it taught you that I will never hurt, push down, or ever think of you differently because you bleed every month. If anything, it makes you stronger."

A small kiss was pressed to her forehead, and a soft embrace engulfed the most perfect daughter ever.

[awooga-llama]

The Beach

Technoblade x NB! child reader

Hello guys, I'm back. I was going to do this one as a bonding with Techno but then I imagined Wilbur being the cool uncle and that led us here, enjoy!

Not proof read/edited

The young (Y/N) had quickly gotten over the cold and returned to their usual routine of wreaking havoc on the family. Tommy couldn’t even keep up with the toddler and he was the youngest besides Techno’s child.

“(Y/N), Uncle is tired. Can we stop playing chase and sit down instead?” Tommy had his hands on his knees, panting heavily. The toddler ran at him and wrapped their arms around his neck, leaning against him giggling.

"Okay Uncle. We can rest for a bit." (Y/N) smiled at Tommy letting him go so he could sit on his knees. The blonde's arms wrapped around the child as he pulled them close for a hug. He gently swung (Y/N) back and forth telling the kid how much he loves them. He tickled them and they squirmed and laughed until the door swung open revealing Techno, Wilbur, and Philza. They all had shopping bags in their arms since they had just gotten back from the town market.

"DADA!" (Y/N) yelled in a high pitch, they escaped from Tommy's arms and ran at their Father. Techno put the bags down and caught the wild toddler picking them up and giving them a kiss on the forehead, smiling widely. Nobody would ever get to see this side of him except his family and that's what made the moment so special.

"How has my little orphan been?" He asked while the child snuggled closer to him, laying their head on the white fluff of his cape.

"They've been good overall. Attempted to get into cookie dough in the fridge, tried to run outside a gazillion times, and wouldn't take their nap, other than all that though (Y/N) was an angel." Tommy replied standing up, his knees popping leaving him a satisfying tingle afterwards. Wilbur and Philza put down their bags near the couch and took off their shoes. (Y/N) wiggled a bit in Techno's arms trying to peek in the bags that they had. The child patted their father on the back and he set them down onto the floor. (Y/N) crawled quietly towards the bags and peered inside. There were colourful towels, plastic sea shaped things, bottles of sunscreen, and all kinds of other beach themed objects. Wilbur watched the child dig through the bags while the other three boys talked. Everyone was in the living room minus them two. Everything was good.

Wilbur and (Y/N) tested out a few of the beach toys seeing they didn't work as well without sand, so the man decided to leave for the beach early with (Y/N) without telling anyone. He helped the toddler into their newly bought bathing suit that had little tnt designs and changed into his brown shorts shortly after that the two made their escape out the back door. Wilbur and the child hand in hand walked to the beach.

(Y/N) looked everywhere, enjoying everything around them. It was a nice day too, not too hot or too cold. The sun was shining on everyone, and their skin glistened like diamonds in the sunlight. Wilbur stopped for a second to admire the view in a new pair of sunglasses and (Y/N) tugged at his hand.

"Uncle can you let me have a turn?" They questioned innocently. Wilbur chuckled and nodded allowing the child to put on the shades to look into the sky, advising that they don't look directly at the Sun. They stood on the edge watching as other children played with each other. (Y/N)'s voice snapped Wilbur out of his trance.

"Are we gonna have to play with those people, Wilby? (Y/N) asked, sounding hesitant, almost as if he were going to be mad at them for asking something like that. Wilbur shook his and began walking in the opposite direction of the people.

"Jelly, we don't have to associate with anybody because let's face it, not liking to socialize runs in the family, I'm not sure how it skipped both Grandad Phil and Uncle Tommy." (Y/N) nodded and smiled, grabbing Wilbur's left hand and pulling at it, running towards the empty plot of sand and ocean.

As soon as the two had reached the beach, (Y/N) ran straight to the water. Wilbur chased them and scooped them up into his arms the both of them spinning in a circle.

"You need sunscreen silly, 'sides you can't go into the water before we put your floaties on you." The brunette booped the young ones nose and began the fight of plastering the kid with sunscreen and inflatable arm floaties. (Y/N) sat by an abandoned sandcastle and watched Wilbur put his own sunscreen on his body.

"Ready to get in the water?" The lanky man excitedly exclaimed sitting beside them on the sand.

"Mhmm." (Y/N) nodded climbing off of the sandcastle with Wilbur supporting them.

After some time playing in the shallow end, other beach visitors came over to their area. (Y/N) was being dragged around by the other kids splashing them in the water. After an hour of forced socializing the child managed to escape. They really did take after their father.

"Can you teach me how to swim Wilby?" (Y/N) asked out of the blue, bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Of course! Come here kiddo." He picked up the toddler and walked towards the water where a group of adult fish surrounded them. (Y/N) grabbed hold of Wilbur's pinky with their chubby fingers as he went to stand by them, the three year old still held in his arms.

"Hello fishy, this is uncle Wilby and I'm (Y/N)." The fish stayed nearby swimming in circles and Wilbur bowed to the fish.

"Let's make you the most famous mermaid ever!" He held the child above the water to where their belly would touch first. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in shock but they didn't struggle out of his grasp. Wilbur started singing making up different songs for the fish.

"You'll be the most beautiful mermaid ever. Mermaids sing the best song there is." He continued singing and when the song ended, (Y/N) clapped happily. Before no time the man had taught the child to swim, and all his instructions were done in song. When Wilbur lifted (Y/N) higher away from the fish, the fish swam closer, bumping their heads into the little one's chin, causing them to giggle uncontrollably. One particular fish bumped into Wilbur's stomach, causing him to stumble backward, falling on his butt. Wilbur got back up looking at (Y/N) in surprise then at the child who wasn't laughing anymore. Before he knew it, (Y/N) was gone, and he began to panic. Wilbur screamed the child's name over and over, diving into the water and looking for the kid. He felt a grab at his ankle and freaked. When it finally came up, the thing that touched him, it was his littlest child (Y/N), who wanted to play a prank on him. He scolded them for that trick but took it easy on them after tears began to form in their (Y/E/C) eyes.

The sun was setting and the two headed off towards home.

They were quiet for most of the trip, but when they got home, (Y/N) was still sad because they had left their favourite spot. They followed Wilbur up to his room, which had lots of toys in it, along with his bed. Tommy and Philza were out dealing with sonething and Techno working in his office. The three of them did get angry with Wilbur for disappearing out of nowhere with the child but got over it soon.

"Come on little duckie. Let's play a bit more." He picked up the child again and they ran into Wilbur's bedroom, jumping up on his big bed.

"Now, lets see where we can play." The brunette said putting the little one on his lap. He sat with his legs crossed and leaned on the arm of the chair so he could watch (Y/N) as they threw blocks at eachother. They were silent the entire time minus the occasional chorus of laughter. (Y/N) was concentrating on throwing the blocks and hitting the target with great force. The last block they hit landed in between the wall and the bed and bounced off landing right under the wardrobe.

"(Y/N), we're going to have to change the wallpaper for that." He spoke as the little one climbed off of him and opened the wardrobe, they took a deep breath and opened it slowly. They froze seeing the many stuffed animals that were hanging from the hangers. (Y/N) was about to start crying again.

"Don't cry sweetheart." Wilbur cooed placing his finger on (Y/N)." Tommy had to do something like that in Wilbur's room, it was some sort of prank war going on. It was nearing 23:00 hours when Techno opened the door to Wilbur's room to fetch his child but he seen the two passed out wearing tiaras and smeared makeup on their faces he decided to let them be for the night.

"Goodnight my Orphan. Goodnight Wilbur." He whispered and then shut the door.

[pastelmumu]

Yandere Wilbur soot x Child! Hybrid! Fawn! Reader

Tou were born as a hybrid, born both human and fawn, you didnt know how that was possible. Half of your body was fawn while you legs belong to a fawn as well, you had human arms and the upper half of your body was human, you had split [Hair color], everyone in the villages that it was weird and unnatural, they kicked you out in two seconds flat with their pitchforks and torches.

Now it was snowing, you were supposed to be hibernating but you were hungry and you had no where else to go, being a 5 year; it was really dangerous, you walked along as the snow fell on your hair.

You were beyond the brink of freezing to death because your upper half wasnt covered, sometimes you with you were a full on animal but that wasnt the case.

Then in the distance you saw a man with black wings, he had blonde hair and was wearing a green robe along with a green and white hat, you stepped on a stick and then a bow came towards you, it hit you arms and you whimpered as you fell.

The freezing snow didnt comfort you as your skin began to freeze over; you then heard the footsteps as you saw the man draw near, as he looked at your small figure he said "What's a child like you doing out in the cold?" He then picked you up, he saw your frightened face and he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, once I bring you to my home I'll get some healing potions" he then walked along a frozen lake, you yelped you you heard a crack but that was just him cracking his knuckles, you then saw a cabin in the woods, "I have to warn you.i have 3 kids who are not fond of stranger so..be careful" he then walked on the stairs, the blood wound started to hurt as the coldness seeped into it.

He then opened the door, the smell of hot chocolate filled your fur covered nose, your nose twitched at the smell.

"My names Philza, and you are?" You looked down for a moment before saying, " My name is Y/N.." "I like that name, and your hair is so unique, here I'll se you down and get you some hot chocolate!" He sat you down on the baby blue couch before disappearing into the kitchen.

You picked up a book, titled 'The stories of L'manburg' you opened it and began reading, ignoring the wouwork and that started to heal, then you heard footsteps that made your animal ears perk up and twitch, "Uh..." a boy said awkwardly, you peered from the book, he had a yellow sweater with brown pants and he also has a black beanie.

"Oh Wilbur your awake! This is Y/N, they are going to be staying for a while!" You looked at Philza with disbelief, "I....I didnt want to-" you were cut off when a sword what pressed up against your throat, you gasped as the sharp end was cutting your skin, "Techo! Put the sword down!" Philza yelled as he saw Technoblade getting ready to kill you, "This is a stranger.." your instincts came in, you raised your back leg up and kicked him in the stomach, you then ran behind Philza "FUCK! oh.." Techno held his stomach and he glared at you, Wilbur was looked at your doll eyes and he started daydreaming, "Well, hey Wilbur, would you mind Y/N staying in your room for a moment since Tommy's room is off limits?" Philza asked, Wilbur nodded as his eyes got darker, you suddenly got scared after you looked at him, something was...off.......

[renranram]

Is there any chance you could make a jschlatt x streamer reader 1shot where she admits she has a small thing for jschlatt on her stream because her viewers asked if she had a crush on any streamers she watches and jschlatt happens to be watching her stream because hes a fan of her🤭 i think its such a nice fic concept :))

Crush

sfw

fem!reader x schlatt

basically the submission hehe

" chat, i am not smashing tommyinit, he's a child! " you roll your eyes as drag the photo of tommy at the 'pass' side

you've been playing smash or pass with your twitch chat for a few minutes now, ' but he's 20 now ' ' he's a grown man ' ' he's a grown man with a husband and a girlfriend ' your chat spams

" well... during my time, he was a child, " you reply, dramatically rolling your eyes as you lean back your seat, talking about your dsmp phase

" but in all seriousness, id still pass him, he's literally like my little brother chat, dont be weird " you chuckle as you scroll to the next option, wilbur fucking soot, you pause, staring dead into the camera

before dragging the thing's photo out of the frame, you let the silence sink in as you glance at your twitch chat

poggerina; o7

y/n4lyfersmwa; mb guys he got out of his leash

bhielatkiffy; WHY IS THE BRIGHTON BITER THERE 😦😦😦😦

you read as you chuckle, " ... anyways.. " you added, scrolling down as a tts donation caught your attention,

y/nsfavkitten donated $15, ' hello y/nn, just wondering if you had any small crush on an old dsmp member? ' the tts reads out

as you shift on your seat, " a small crush? " you repeat, before chuckling, " well.. if you donate another 100 ill tell you " you play it off as a joke

and continue on with the game, you put charlie in smash, ted in smash, jack in pass ( banter ), niki in smash, until the donator actually donated a $100, taking you in surprise

" oh my fucking god, y/nsfavkitten, i was just joking " you chuckle, " should i give you a refund? " you offer, not thinking it'd be serious

y/nsfavkitten: nononono but can you answer my last question? :3

you pause sighing out, before nodding, " for you y/nsfavkitten, fine, i did have a small crush, like a veryyy small crush on someone there " you confess as you can see your chat speeds up

akh1rah_1r: WHO

y/nluvsme: WHO???

jojosiwayouscareme: HELP WHO??

numberoneschlaggot: no way dont tell me you liked dream

" ewww " you squirm, chuckling as you shake your head, " ... i used to have a thing for schlatt " you confess

mitskimybeloved: AHH I CALLED IT

immacomebacklikeaboomerang: ship

renranram : Y/N X SCHLATT CANON FR

you groan out, as you chuckle, " guys dont make it weird " you mumble, a faint blush on your cheek as you shifted on your seat

meanwhile schlatt on the other hand wanted to do backflips, like genuinely, he was like a monkey getting excited over a piece banana

and he thought, why not shoot his shot,

@.jschlatt • 1 minute

same i ship it too, @.y/n'swebbie

↳ 11 ⇆ 9 ♡ 201

as you saw the tweet, your face turned redder like a tomato, chuckling like a teenage girl seeing abs for the first time

" chat, this is all your fault "

[heartofwritiing]

could you write wilbur soot confessing his love to a crush? 👉👈

something about how he's been pinning after this crush for so long, but the crush seems a bit avoidant or something

but that's because the crush also has a crush on him and is very very shy qpwimsmanssjslslek sorry im not good with requests

You and me need never be, lonely again.

Paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader

authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you don't mind the reader being a content creator and i’m sorry she’s not super shy because im not really sure how to write shy lol but i hope you like the request! I just thought it would add to the idea and I've wanted to do something similar to this for a while! This is a request back from august. I am so sorry this took me so long to get out. I've been going through some shit irl but I'm finally starting to come back to writing because I genuinely love it and posting on here since it is my safe space!

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warnings: friends-lovers, reader lives in the US, brief description of anxiety, the reader sends mixed signals, swearing, kinda angsty, happy end, super unedited!

"No! That was such bullshit!"

The voice of Tommyinnit ran through the speakers of your computer causing you to let out a chuckle that you were the reason for his outburst.

You were playing Gang Beasts on stream with some of your closest friends, and you had grabbed Tommy's character and thrown him off the map by picking him up.

Laughter rang out amongst the group as the screen card popped up saying your username won. You cheered as everyone groaned but dispersed into 'ggs' then that's when everyone started to bid goodnight. You hadn't realized it had been four hours of streaming and playing games, showing the good time you were having with friends.

"Alright chat, that's gonna be it for me today! Please remember to click the follow button if you're new to stream that way you'll know when I go live! byeee!" You did your outro, quickly closed your stream down, and logged out of Twitch.

It was an uneventful stream session, thank god. You’ve noticed more and more how your chat gets when you even mention wilburs name.

“you logging off completely y/n/n?” Ranboos voices asks through your earbuds.

“No, I’ll play a few more rounds if you guys are down,” you respond.

“HELL YEAH!” Tommy boasted. “IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS THIS TIME Y/N/N!”

“Oh, it’s on gremlin child!” you replied.

Wilbur listened to this conversation on his end, letting out a chuckle. He honestly doesn’t know why you make him laugh so easily. Anytime you threw a genius comment toward Tommy that was deemed insulting, or calling him a name Wilbur fell for you more and more. If only he had the guts to tell you.

You as well wouldn’t admit it but every time Wilbur laughed all you could feel was butterflies punching your stomach and a smile that made your cheeks hurt. You were also falling hard for him.

After about another fifteen minutes, Tommy and Ranboo had bid their goodbyes for the night and ended their calls. You were left in call with Wilbur, the silence could be cut with a knife.

Knowing him for two years was hard. Wilbur was everything to you. He was funny, smart, charming, and overall made you feel comfortable. Something you thought you’d never have with anyone. Having to only talk on call and video made things easier for you. On call you could hide your blushes and smiles from him, but not from your chat who caught every interaction between you and Wilbur when you streamed. The constant ’Wilbur x name confirmed?’ tweets and comments in your twitch chat were recently repetitive and you wondered when you became such a beacon of attention. It gave you such anxiety to have all eyes on you when you wanted to spend time with your best friend.

It was getting obnoxious to the point where you debated making a tweet to get the fans to stop shipping you both, even if you were dating it was no one’s business. Still you never dared to say anything out of fear of stans coming at you in anyway. You didn’t need to draw more unwanted attention to yourself.

“You logging off? it’s getting pretty late for you,” you spoke up.

“Yeah, we both should, by the way what times your flight tomorrow?”

Right, you were flying less than eight hours from now to finally meet your friends inperson. You all had planned this for months, booking hotels and flights, making a whole deal about it. Then you really wouldn’t be able to hide from him for a whole week.

“Around seven-thirty,” you reply.

He hums.

“I’ll let you get some rest, see you tomorrow night darling,” his voice purposely going lower on the ‘darling’ part that you almost didn’t catch it, making your knees go weak.

“N-night Will,” you stutter, end call and slump back into your desk chair trying to calm your racing heart. Meanwhile Wilbur all the way across the ocean in Brighton has a smile plastered across his lips.

About a plane ride, a train ride and car ride later, you are stood in the hotel lobby in Brighton waiting for a late Tommy and Wilbur to arrive. You were super nervous to meet them. Having only been friends for what was a short time, it felt like you knew them for years, so why was this so scary?

You debated in your mind about texting them to see if they were close by, but you didn’t want to come off as annoying and impatient. You wanted to make a good first impression, but again these were your friends. Why were you shaking with nerves?

You fiddled with your thumb’s absentmindedly until you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to jump out of your skin. You spin around to be met with a cackling Tommy who is clucking his stomach from laughing so hard at your reaction.

“Fucking gremlin child,” you huffed under your breath, not realizing the evident blood rushing to your cheeks from being startled so easily.

“It’s nice to hear you say that in person,” a deep voice said from behind Tommy. You shifted your eyes to see a very tall Wilbur, who was wearing his round glasses pushed up his nose and curly hair fluffed to the side.

His dark sweater selves rolled up to revel his arms tucked into his side as he gazed at you with a soft smile. Finally after two years of being separated by seas, your best friend was standing right in front of you. It was surreal to say the least.

You laugh and jump forward to embrace him. The number of times you’d tease him over-call about his height made you regret your words. He towers over you as he bends down to your level to give you a long awaited hug. His arms are soft, yet firm as they wrap around your back and cage you into his embrace.

You both pull away, both grinning from ear to ear. He looks down at you with a hint of something behind his eyes, he seems to be genuinely happy to finally meet you in person. which makes you blush at the thought of him looking forward to this moment since you told him you wanted to come here. You're quickly brought out of your moment when Tommy speaks up behind you.

"So he gets a hug and I don't?!" his tone slightly offended.

"Yup, cause you're annoying," you bring a hand up to flick his forehead, causing him to let out a irritated noise. you had only just met him in person but something compelled you to do that. Maybe it was just a reason for you to break the ice and it was working because you all broke out into giggles.

“Im just kidding Tom,” you motion him into a hug.

Wilbur just stood observing the entire interaction between his two best friends. He was thrilled to finally have you here, he couldn't wait to show you all his favorite places, hang out, and get to know better in person. Finally.

The two boys had managed to drag you to the beach, and even though it was freezing Tommy insisted on going to the arcade to try and win another 'vlog gun'. After suffering through loosing a few games, Wilbur managed to win you a little stuffed cat that you promptly named Mr Whiskers.

It was endearing to watch him struggle at most of the games so he could get enough tickets. It was all worth it in his eyes to embarrass himself by losing ski-ball to you, twice, he saw the evident blush on your cheeks and the look you gave him. As if he hung the stars in the sky just for you. It made his chest hurt in a good way.

The rest of the night went smoothly for the most part. More and more, Wilbur had been getting more touchy with you. Though you didn’t mind it at all, maybe he didn’t realize how much he was putting his hand on you as you walked side by side as he led you through crowds. How he held doors open for you. It was sweet.

Maybe he was doing it just to be nice. That small voice in the back of your head telling you thats all it was. Because thats what friends do.

Eventually, the three of you met up with Ranboo and Charlie. They were just how they were online, which made meeting them a whole lot better. Walking around Brighton, making inside jokes and teasing each other. You hadn't been this happy in a while. You can remember the last time you genuinely enjoyed yourself, your friends were the product of that. You were fortunate to have found them when you did. Quarantine was hard on you, much like the rest of the world. So when you were invited to join a group game call, you couldn't pass up the opportunity. That night, something had clicked between you and Wilburt specifically. Then you started to join more calls with the gang and the rest was history.

Sometime in the night, you found yourself walking behind with Wilbur by your side chatting about nothing in particular. Until the comfortable silence filled the air between you, you took a moment to take in the nightlife of Brighton. The street lamps guide your way through the beachside and the pubs on the corner were starting to fill up. As if the city was somehow more alive at night.

"I'm really glad you came," Wilbur speaks, sincerely.

You stop your wide-eyed gaze to look at him and smile softly at him.

"I am too," You gush. "I'm honestly considering moving here,” Now he’s smiling.

Wilbur's brain starts to go a million miles a second. His heart leaped at the thought of you living closer to him. Seeing you in person everyday seemed like a dream come true. He begins to slow his step and a frown replaces your smile. Your own thoughts running rampant now, assuming you might've freaked him out by voicing that you wanted to move here so soon after meeting him in person. Maybe it made him uncomfortable. it was too soon to say something that bold. You had only just met him in person today.

"Listen, Y/N..."

You stopped and your brain got the best of you with his tone. You shouldn't have said anything like that to him. It was too soon.

“I don’t want to sound cheesy, but I need you to know how I feel.”

Oh... OH.

You knew what this was leading to. Realizing why he was acting the way he was all day.

"I like you, more than like you. You're funny, beautiful, smart, and everything I could've hoped for in a best friend. But I can't keep pretending I don't think of you when we aren't talking, or how when I look at you my chest hurts."

Wilbur liked you. Really liked you. You would jump for joy and shout to the rooftops about how much you reciprocate his feelings but something in the back of your mind told you not to. The doubt in your mind from yourself, both your fans online judging. It made you slowly start to panic. You felt as though you weren’t good enough for him.

You saw the aftermath of when his fans shipped him and Niki together. It almost ruined their friendship. You didn’t want that.

"Please say something?" he stops his rant to notice you are staring up at him with blank eyes.

"I-uh," you stutter. "can we maybe not do this now?"

His face falls and it instantly crushes you with regret. His disappointment shows as he gives you a forced smile and nods.

"Y-yeah, let's catch up with everyone, Tommy wants to do this big stream at his place." he gestures for you to move along with him, all while you feel horrible for doing this.

You wish you could take back what you said. You know you've hurt him, It's painfully obvious when he doesn't talk to you for the rest of the walk. You glance at him a few times but he keeps his eyes forward and stoic.

If only you didn’t let your anxiety get the best of you. You had to talk to him at some point, but for now you pushed it aside. The rest of the group didn’t seem to notice the sudden tension between the two of you, if they did nothing was remarked about it.

As you continued the journey to Tommys flat, you and Wilbur still walked silently side by side. With what little courage you had, you reached out your hand and held his in a moment of truce. Giving it a gentle squeeze with your fingers to seal the deal that you would talk later. You heard his soft inhale at the contact and he squeezes back. Your shoulders drop from the weight of tension being lifted off. Maybe, just maybe this ment this conversation wasn’t over.

Back at Tommy’s, the monitor in his cramped bedroom with everyone packed together like sardines; shows the twitch chat flashing by with viewers comments.

“WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM EVERYONE!” Tommy shouted causing you to hold your ear in slight pain.

“God Tommy, could you be anymore loud?” you wince.

“Look who’s here chat!” he gestured to you with his hands, ignoring your complaints. You waved at the webcam as chat went crazy. He introduced everyone else as they all broke out into a chorus of conversation.

Wilbur was mostly quiet on your left, an occasional sarcastic comment made here and there. You could practically feel his eyes buring into the side of your head. Hopping chat wasn’t noticing how he was looking at you, your eyes shifting to your lap to fidget with your fingers.

Out of view, Wilbur reached over and took your hand picking at the skin around your nails. You had stopped your nervous tick and opted for squeezing his hand. Nobody seemed to notice the sudden shift in both your behavior.

Suddenly you felt tense, the feeling of having everyone’s eyes on you made your mind start to spiral.

Letting go of Wilburs hand, you quickly had excused yourself and walked out of Tommys room and into the kitchen.

Everyone had a mix of concerned and worried expressions as they watched you leave the room but didn’t say anything about it. Wilbur had followed you in pursuit. He found you in the kitchen hyperventilating Your panic had taken over and now your lungs were paying the price for the burning sensation from not breathing.

“it's okay,” he took your face into his hands and held you. “just follow my breaths.

he took a breath in, and you followed.

When you came to your senses, Wilbur had asked you what was wrong and you just began to cry. Everything came rushing down on you.

“Im sorry. I-Im sorry I shot you down earlier, Im sorry for h-hurting you. I-i,” you stuttered over yourself. Wilbur shakes his head at you. He probably thinks you’re such a mess.

“I don’t understand, I know you like me too, so I don’t understand why you rejected me after I poured my heart out to you. Then you go and hold my hand while we're walking.'

Wilbur was right. Playing with his feelings was selfish and cruel. He was completely in the right to question you. You were practically flirting with one another all day, and then you shut down his advances of trying to open your relationship.

“I do wanna be with you.” you sniff. “I'm just really scared.”

"Why darling? It's just me, your silly old Wil." he pokes at your sides causing you to let out a giggle. Your best friend, who looked at you with the prettiest chocolate eyes, who stayed on call with you all night when you couldn't sleep. The only person you told your deepest fears and dreams to.

You take a shaky inhale as you begin to explain. "I don't wanna ruin our friendship, we have something I've never experienced with anyone else in my life. I care about you too much to let me be a distraction in your life, and I am scared that the fans will-"

Wilbur interrupts you with a hand on your arm.

"The fans? darling who cares about that, I care way too much about you to even care about what strangers think. It's no one's business who I, or you for that matter have a relationship with." he clarified. "I love you and nothing or no one will ever change that."

Those three words made your heart leap in your throat.

"Y-you l-love me?" you stutter in disbelief.

"Yes, of course I do."

Tears roll down the apples of your cheeks as you lean forward to engulf Wilbur into another hug. His arms wrapped around your back reciprocating your embrace. your face buried in his neck as you inhale his cologne and your tears dampen his skin.

"I love you too Wil," you whisper.

He squeezes you closer to him in return and this time you don't hold yourself back...

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[deadqueerboys]

Incelbur but with a strong breeding kink pleasee

Breeding Kink!! - Wilbur Soot x Fem! Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Living with Wilbur wasn't exactly a paradise. It was actually pretty awful, but at least he never brought some random girl home. Y/n even though he was gay or just too awkward to talk with people. But no, it happens that nobody ever talked with him. He has a incel fame. Every girl who knows him talks shit about him and thinks he's gross. Of course, Y/n didn't know that before she started to share a place with him.

In the first weeks, he was really nice, taking care of anything for her and making sure she was comfortable. That was before he tried to fuck her. Even after knowing how people talk about him, she gave him a chance. And oh, how glorious it was. Wilbur was good with his hands. She even begs him to hold her in place, he was a little bit sexist too, but he does everything so she can rest and focus on her work.

Currently, it's four a.m., and they are both cuddling on the bed. Wilbur was playing with her waist as she scrolled on her phone. He smirks without letting her see, his fingers playing with the tissue of her panties. He was waiting for her to curse at him, but she didn't. She doesn't even seem to notice. So he goes furter, playing with her clit.

"Babe, you're so pretty.." Wilbur whispers, spreading some kisses on her cheek. She looked at him, suddenly interested in what he was doing and saying. "Imagine having a tiny you.." He giggles, trying to put her pants down.

"Seriously, Will? We don't even have the money to raise a kid." Y/n rolls her eyes, put she allows him to take her clothes off. She smiles at him, bringing him close to a small kiss. "You have to forget it."

He frowns, shaking his head. Wilbur can't stop thinking about this. It's all he can think about every day. He wants a child. He would be such a good father! And yes, cumming inside his girlfriend would be an extra prize. He wraps her legs around his neck, burying his face on her pussy. He goes gently, his tongue licking her and his fingers getting inside her pussy, one at time. He smiles, seeing she let out a soft whimper.

She doesn't know, but he's only making her ready for him. After some moment of eating her pussy with his mouth, he gets on his knees on the bed, pushing himself inside the lubricated pussy, his cock entering easily because of how wet she is. Wilbur moans and closes his eyes. The feeling of getting inside her without condom always drives him mad, making he more hungry for sex.

Wilbur gently grabs her neck, putting a bit of pressure on his hold as he starts to fuck her. In and out, but never pulling all of himself inside her. It would be too much. He leans closer to her, resting his head on the pillow, too. He kisses her cheek and neck over and over again.

"Come on, give me a son. It won't hurt, I promise." He insisted, and of course, he wants a boy. He would be crazy and scare women away, just like Wilbur. He whispers soft words on her ear. He goes faster, and the thought of making his girlfriend pregnant is his biggest kink. He can feel how tight her pussy was, it would hurt. It would hurt a lot. But there's medicine for it, and giving birth can't be that hard, or is it? "Let me get you pregnant, make you mine forever."

She struggles to say no, but it's impossible. Wilbur makes it seem so good that she wishes to really give in. But it's better if she tries to deny it. "Will! Don't you dare.." She cries, grabbing his shoulders to have something to hold on. Y/n bucks her hips, making everything possible to feel more pleasure.

"Oh, I will. You better be ready." He menaces, probably in a mocking tone. Wilbur pushes himself, pulling more and more inside her. He giggles and whimpers, biting his lower lip. He knows his dick was loosing control because or his dirty mind.

Y/n stops for a moment. She looks at him.. his eyes so pure and innocent, yet he wants a baby. He wants it so bad, and it seems to make him want to fuck her even more. It would he good for both of them.. "Breed me." She whispers, a little bit of shame on her voice as she looks him in the eyes.

"What?" He looks confuse, his face is blank and he can only thing of how tight her pussy is feeling. He takes his hands away from her, putting it around her hips so he can go deeper inside her.

"Do it. Breed me." She grabs his face, his cheeks against the palm of her hands. Messy, she gives him a kiss. "I want you to breed me. Don't stop until we have a baby. Make me feel like I'm yours." She whimpers, his cock inside her twitching with every word he hears. Y/n close her eyes, it was too much, and the worst part is that she likes it.

"O-okay. I will." Suddenly, he seems shy. All of the power he had simply just dissappear, and his face turned into a smirk with some sort of deep desire. He grabs her butt, slapping it as he puts his dick in and out, faster than he can control. "You wanna be a mommy so bad, huh? Is that what you want?"

Wilbur has completely lost his mind, his head is filled with the thoughts of cumming inside her and having their baby. He knew he would have to wait, but he can imagine her belly growing and seeing his baby on his arms. No girl ever wanted to sleep or kiss him and now he could he a father. It was crazy.

"You will be such a nice mommy, oh fuck.." He pants and whimpers, he feels high and happy. He wants to fuck her senseless until the day he dies. Wilbur nuzzle into her neck, his breath getting lower. "Can I..?" He waits until she nods, waiting for the consent so he can do what he pleases.

Will smiles of pure pleasure, craving his teeth on her skin. He bites gentle as he moans and fucks on her, the difference between the soft bite and the rough trusts are too much for her. She can only grab the sheets as her knees shake. "Fuck, Will.. Will! Ah.." She moans on his ear, making sure he's the one listening to her begs as she cums.

"Shit. Slut. Fuck!" He sighs, just with one or two thrusts, he cums inside her. Wilbur pulls it out slowly, watching his cum fall from her pussy. It makes him so pleased, like if he did a good job. He even wants to lick it, but instead he just finger her, pushing the cum inside her again.

[wilbursprincess]

Imagine finding a kitten or a puppy on the side of the road or sidewalk and bringing it home and wilbur not quite liking the idea at first, then warming up to it and him naming it "Mr president" if it was a cat (since he talked about that in an old stream) and if it was a dog "tofu" (short for tofu chan the dog he loves).

like for example, bringing the animal him and wilbur looking at it before he says something like "Darling,we can't keep it" and then you finally convince him, and now it's like his child basically

Wilbur Being A Cat Dad

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! Wholesome :)

ANON OMG I literally wrote something so similar in my drafts lmao, great minds think alike as they say :D

Headcannons below cut!

~Your boyfriend LOVES cats. It’ll be hard to find someone who’s as much of a cat person as Wilbur.

~Has always wanted a cat, but keeps putting it off due to Lovejoy and the Sorry Boys.

~That is, until you hear a tiny wail coming from the bushes on a walk one morning.

~When you look in the bush, you find a tiny, scruffy kitten, crying pitifully.

~You don’t hesitate to take off your jacket and wrap the poor thing in it before heading to the nearest emergency vet.

~Pay every vet bill needed without thinking twice.

~The vet asks if you want to send the cat to a shelter, or adopt it yourself.

~You don’t think twice before signing the adoption papers, scooping the poor scruffy thing into your arms and feeling your heart melt as he purrs.

~”You adopted a what?” Wilbur would say when you called him on the way to the pet store. “Look, I love cats as much as the next person, but you could’ve asked me first!”

~”Will, I love you, but I couldn’t send him to a shelter,” you briefly explained, setting cat food, a collar, bowls, and anything else your new friend needed in the cart. “I’m getting everything he needs. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

~When you get home, he apprehensively eyes the sleeping tabby bundle in your arms, before begrudgingly admitting that he’s kind of cute.

~”Can we name him ‘Mr President’? Please?”

~You sigh, going along with the slightly ridiculous name if it’ll make Wilbur warm up to the kitten.

~The next morning, you wake up to see Mr. President fast asleep on Wilbur’s chest, his tail curled over his nose.

~”How did he get in our room, Will? Didn’t I shut the door?”

~”…he looked lonely,” Wilbur admits, kissing Mr. President on his fuzzy forehead.

~From that moment on, Wilbur takes his full role as cat dad. Mr. President is allowed everywhere- the sofa, your bedroom, even sits and is fascinated by the shower water when either of you are in the bathroom.

~You come home most nights to Wilbur cradling your furry son against his chest, singing him Lovejoy songs and giggling as Mr. President bats at his hoodie strings.

~”Why shouldn’t we get the cat a Christmas gift or two?” Proceeds to buy 5 new toys, a new fancy bed, and bags upon bags of cat treats to put under the tree.

[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.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

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

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For your 200 follower event you should do Invisible String with Wil! Maybe inspired by him being on tour, and once you guys connect, you realize all the similarities/close calls you’ve had to each other?

invisible string

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pairing: wilbur soot x gn! reader

tws: bars/references to drinking

notes: this might be tphe longest one bc it felt wrong making it Not long, i guess so i hope you enjoy :3

word count: 2.5k

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @melunnek

You hated heartbreak and the way it seemed to accompany you like an old friend. Several bad breakups led to the collective feeling of needing to leave, wanting to run, so you did. It wasn’t hard to find a university you could study abroad in and accommodations, especially with the proficiency in your courses meaning a scholarship wasn’t hard to find. Choosing a place to go was the hardest part; you knew you wanted to go to the UK, but you didn’t know where. Thankfully, there was a pretty simple solution: throwing a dart at a map. Leading you here: Brighton. The taxi drove you to your new apartment, and there was a rock song playing you’d wished to have gotten the name of before you got dropped off. 

After a week of unpacking and settling in, you’d gotten notably bored. So you decided to look for a place to go, or something to do, and you stumbled across a pretty small club that seemed quite nice. You walked in, and at first it reminded you of the dive bars back in America, but a bit nicer. You went up to the bar and ordered quickly, trying to speak a bit quieter given the glaringly obvious American accent. It wasn’t enough to entirely hide it, though. Once you got your drink, a blond boy who’d been next to you at the bar spoke up, loudly.

“Are you American?”

You looked at him and nodded. He seemed a bit younger, but given that he was in here meant he was probably at least 18. “Yeah, I just moved here.”

He perked up, grinning, “Follow me!” He didn’t give you much a choice before grabbing your arm and dragging you over to his friends, “My name’s Tommy, by the way! My brother Wilbur loves America, so he’ll be excited to meet you, c’mon!”

You chuckled, allowing yourself to be dragged over by him. He brought you to a group of five people, two of whom were incredibly tall. All five of them were giving an incredulous look at Tommy, making you laugh a bit. 

“Wilbur!” Tommy basically yelled as he pulled you over, “I found an American!”

You fought the urge to hide your face in your hands, instead taking a sip of your drink.

One of the taller guys, who you presumed was Wilbur, sputtered at Tommy, “Tommy! You can’t just drag someone over because they’re American, for fucks sake.”

“Yes, but you love America and you needed some cheering up, so ta-da!”

Wilbur just facepalmed, sighing and looking over at you now. He was an attractive guy, light brown curls and a tall frame, plus a good fashion sense if the Doc Martins were anything to go off of. “I am so sorry he abducted you. He is a child with no sense of manners.”

You chuckled softly, especially as Tommy gasped dramatically in response. “It’s alright,” you smiled softly, “Beats the alternative of sitting alone at the bar for an hour, so.” You shrugged.

Wilbur gave you a bit of a thoughtful look, but before he could speak up, the girl next to Tommy spoke.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, even if he literally just dragged you over. I’m Molly, Tommy’s girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you smiled softly, before Tommy took charge once more.

“Yes, right! Introductions! I’m Tommy, obviously the coolest one here, Molly is my wonderful and only wife, Jack over there is an dick, don’t be friends with him, but that’s his girlfriend Ellie, she’s too cool for him. You spoke to Wilbur, my lame brother, already, and the only one taller than him is the very gorgeous Ranboo,” he explained.

Not a single person looked pleased with his explanation, but they also didn’t exactly look surprised by him.

“Right, well, nice to meet you guys. I’m Y/N.”

“So, you’re actually from America? Are you visiting?” Jack asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Yeah, uh, I just moved here actually. I just needed a change of pace, I guess, so I actually transferred to the university out here.”

He nodded, and you could feel the entire group’s eyes on you for a moment. It was a bit unsettling, but that was more just the nerves.

“Cool, fellow American,” the tallest one, Ranboo, spoke up. You looked up at him (he was really tall), and you smiled. 

“Glad to know I’m not the only one out here. How’d you end up out here?”

“Uh… work, actually. It’s kind of a long story, but I had to move out here for my work stuff, so I did.” He shifted his eyes a bit as he spoke, and you just nodded, assuming he didn’t want to be pressed on the matter.

“Wilbur,” Tommy spoke, “tell them some cool America facts.”

“Tommy, they very likely know them better than me given that they actually lived there.” Wilbur chuckled softly.

I smiled softly at Wilbur, “I’d still like to hear them. Maybe I can tell you if you’re mistaken about any of them.”

He looked over and gave you a grin, and the conversations paired off. You and Wilbur discussed America and where you lived, and the fact that Americans need to stop building parking lots, which you agreed with.

After nearly an hour and a half, he disengaged, turning to Tommy, “I have to head out now, Toms. I’ll see you tomorrow though, yeah?”

Tommy nodded, then gave Wilbur a bit of an evil grin, turning to you, “Did Wilbur tell you he’s a big musician? He’s got to leave early because he’s got a gig tomorrow and has to do boring musician things.”

“Really?” You grinned softly, “That’s really fucking cool.”

“Yeah, well, Wilbur’s lame, but his band is cool. You should come to the gig!” Tommy exclaimed, and Wilbur’s cheeks dusted red, eyes widening at Tommy.

“I’d love to, but, only if it’s okay with you, I guess,” You looked up at Wilbur, raising your eyebrows.

He nodded a bit stiffly, “yeah, no, that’d be great. The more the merrier. I’ll see you both tomorrow then.” He waved, heading off quite quickly after.

“Is… he going to be mad at you for inviting me?” You chuckled, looking over at Tommy.

“Eh, he will be at first. I’ll probably wake up to an upset text, but it’s just because he gets nervous playing in front of people he wants to impress. Once he does fine after, he’ll text me all ‘Oh, Tommy, you’re so smart and right, thank you for inviting them since I was too much of a pussyhole to ask myself,’” he mocked Wilbur’s voice, and you laughed a bit. You blushed slightly at the implication that Wilbur wanted to impress you.

After a bit longer, the group dispersed, and you headed home. You actually ended up living pretty close to Tommy, who was about two blocks down from you. As you headed inside to your apartment, you smiled and got excited at the idea of going to the gig tomorrow and seeing Wilbur again. You fell asleep excited and wondering what type of music you’d hear from him and pleased with the people you’d happened to find. 

You managed to get to the gig without too much trouble the next day, and you were shocked by the sheer amount of people waiting outside. Tommy had texted you about going to a back entrance, which thankfully wasn’t too hard to find. He was waiting by the door to help you in as well, and you felt immediately starstruck. 

The place was pretty big, and Wilbur was already standing in the centre of the stage, practicing something on his guitar. The lights were hitting him perfectly, and he looked like an angel. You struggled to look away, until Tommy came up and basically draped himself against you.

“Stop simpin’ after Wilbur, c’monnnn, we’re heading backstage. He needs his little ‘rockstar-practice time’ or whatever.”

You flushed, turning away from Wilbur, “I’m not simping, I’m just in awe. This is really cool.”

“Yeah, yeah, well,” he walked further backstage with you following him, “you should’ve seen how long it took him to get used to it. Whole band did a bunch of fake shows to get used to performing.”

“Really? That’s smart, actually.”

Tommy just shrugged, taking you to room backstage where there was a much larger group of people than the night before. You recognized Molly and Jack, but the other three were complete strangers.

“Oh, Y/N, you came!” Molly grinned, waving. You waved back at her, nodding a bit. 

“These lot are more of the band. They are much cooler than Wilbur, you’ll find. That’s Ash, Leandra, and Mark.”

You waved, saying a quick hello, before allowing yourself to become an observer of the conversation.

The show started not too long after, with you, Jack, Molly, and Tommy watching from the side stage. You quickly discovered that the band, Lovejoy, was incredibly popular, and their music was fantastic. And Wilbur.

Wilbur was something else on stage. He was fully in his element, lights covering him in halo glows. His voice was melodic, and it made you want to melt. From the side stage, you could see how he leaned against the mic, the passion in his voice, and the intensity he matched in each song. It was about halfway through the show though, that you felt you blood run cold.

The song you’d heard in the cab when you moved in. It was their song. And if that wasn’t just the biggest coincidence slapping you in the face than god knows what was. You didn’t know what to make of it, other than feeling incredibly overwhelmed by fate and the new friends you’d made.

By the end of the show, you felt strange. You felt incredibly uncertain about your place in the world most days, but for some reason, as you watched Wilbur approach you and the group, you felt like there was no where else you belonged.

“Hey,” he walked over with a grin, “You came! What did you think?”

He looked almost nervous as he asked, sweat still dripping from his forehead as you chuckled, “It was amazing! I actually recognized one as well!”

A startled look crossed his face for a moment, “You did? Which one?”

“The, ah, I didn’t catch the name of it originally, but I want to say it’s Call Me What You Like if the setlists are correct. It was playing in my cab when I was dropped off in Brighton.”

He grinned, “Really? It was on the radio?” 

You nodded, “Yeah! I thought it was fantastic, but I didn’t have time to catch the name. At least now I don’t have to worry about forgetting it.”

“Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t let you,” he gave you a grin that shined brighter than any light on that stage, and you felt butterflies flood your stomach as you considered that maybe it was fate that brought you here.

Sometimes you didn’t consider the ways that time worked. In the span of one year, so much more had changed than you’d ever even considered. You moved to a new country, started a new school, made new friends. You cut your hair, changed your wardrobe, got a better music taste. You became much more social, started dating Wilbur, learned to feel more confident in yourself. 

The relationship probably was the most shocking of anything to happen. But it happened quickly, and it felt so right and so easy, as if your previous heartbreaks never occurred. You still had problems, mind you, however, there was something within you telling you it was fate constantly. 

You thought about fate a lot when you thought about your relationship. The random effect of the universe tended to have a weird way of making you think about stuff like that. The statistical chances of choosing to move to Brighton by throwing a dart at a map, of hearing Wilbur’s song play in your cab. Then there were the numerous things you’d learned over time, small coincidences that pointed to a string of fate tying you together. Of the color of his first album being the color of your first prom dress. Of the time he visited America and ended up staying twenty minutes from where you lived. Of your first boyfriend sharing Wilbur’s middle name. Of all these tiny clues of parallel moments within your lives that you could only see now in retrospect. 

The biggest thing within this string was the connection you felt to him that first night. It felt like that little string pulled you straight into that bar. When all of a sudden, all the stress and feelings you’d had about heartbreak and needing to run felt soothed, all past mistakes feeling fuzzy in comparison to something that was so right. 

“Darling,” Wilbur chuckled softly, “What are you thinking so hard about?” He smiled, walking over to where you were already laying down, ready for bed. 

“Do you ever think about fate?” You asked as he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Not often, I guess. Why?”

“I just think about us, and I just feel like there’s been a string connecting us, tying us together, and we just couldn’t see it.”

He smiled softly, slowly getting into bed next to you, “You think?”

“I don’t know for certain. But I know that there’s way too many coincidences to be normal. And that in one year, just by moving here… I don’t know it feels like I wasn’t living before being here, and even more now that I’m with you. I actually feel in charge of my life. Like time just changed everything for the better, and I have to at least believe that maybe it’s because fate brought us here.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into him, “Yeah. I’ve never quite thought about it like that. I like that idea though. I mean, the chances of us actually meeting were so slim. As much as I don’t love the concept of fate, I’ll love fate for this. Because if fate is what brought me to you, then I owe it so much.” 

You smiled lovingly at him, leaning forward to kiss him gently, “I owe it so much too. That- that little thread of gold tying us together.”

He held you a bit tighter, turning off the lamp next to him, “You think it’d be gold?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

He chuckled, “Why is that?”

“Because it’s your last name. And the leaves were gold when I moved here in the fall. What about you?”

“Hm,” he hummed, “Gold could be fitting. But I think it’d be some sort of blue or purple, like the sunset we watched on our first proper date.”

“That’d be nice,” you smiled softly, “I’m just glad it was there, if it is real.”

“Me too, love,” he whispered, before pulling you into a slow and gentle kiss. 

[mystic-writings]

wherever i go (you bring me home)

PAIRING — wilbur soot x fem!reader

SUMMARY — you and wilbur get into your first major fight

WARNINGS — angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, wilbur’s a heat of the moment asshole

WORD COUNT — 2,078

SONG — sweet creature - harry styles

NOTES — writing this took forever lol sorry i've been gone for like 3 months <3

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“Wilbur, you can’t just keep ignoring this!” You’d been trying not to raise your voice for almost an hour now, but it just wasn’t working. 

The man turned away from you and played with the hem of his button up. “I told you, I’ve got it under control.” He spoke at a low volume, keeping his eyes downcast. “I’ll deal with it. I don’t even know if I’m going back next year, okay?” 

“Why not?” You asked, settling on the couch beside your boyfriend. 

“Because, I don’t see a point in it anymore!” His voice raised with every word, until he turned to face you and began shouting. Quickly, he stood up and paced the room. “I don’t see a point in getting a business degree, or working an office job until I die. I don’t want to do that!” 

He made a start for the door, and you stood, following him. “Wilbur, that’s okay! But you can’t keep skipping class, either! You can work out what you want to do and still go to school!” 

“No, I can’t!” He turned, whipping around at lightning speed. You took a step back. “Because I don’t have that kind of money! I can’t afford to go through university twice. Not everyone has the privilege of using their parent’s money to pay for school, unlike you.” 

Wilbur was seething by the time he finished. Your shoulders sagged and your eyes began to well with tears. As much as he was right, it was still painful. He scoffed at your lack of a response, pulling his shoes on and grabbing his jacket from the hook by the door and left you alone in the apartment, silence pressing in on you. 

You managed to bring yourself to the couch, falling onto it with your head in your hands. You knew you shouldn’t have pressured him, but it was his final year of school, and enrollment was coming up soon. You just wanted him to make sure he had made his choice. 

The room felt both too large and too small when you were in it by yourself. At some point, the guilt and regret dragged you down into a lying position, and it didn’t take long for your mind to lull itself to sleep wondering when Wilbur would come back. If he’d come back.

Anxiety stuck like a boulder on your chest, guilt and the unknown creeping in on you like the monsters you were scared of as a child. But this time, there was no one to hold you, to comfort you and tell you it was okay. That you had nothing to worry about. Because you did have something to worry about. And that was where Wilbur had gone. If he was okay. If he was still your boyfriend.

Eventually, the little tears your body was able to produce and the whirring of your constantly changing thoughts brought you to sleep, curled into yourself on the couch with tear-tracks marking your cheeks. 

By the time you’d woken up that morning, Wilbur still hadn’t come home. The pit in your stomach expanded larger and deeper than you ever thought it could, consuming your entire being as you wondered what his absence was beginning to mean. 

Was it just… over? No goodbyes, no real ending, just… the end? 

It was all you could think about as you forced yourself to go about your normal routine, ignoring the twinge in your back from sleeping on the couch. 

Going out in public felt so odd. None of these strangers knew the state of your relationship, of your mind. Then again, you weren’t sure if you did, either. Still, your routine continued, heading to class as though you weren’t a wreck.

Wilbur knew just how fucked he was as soon as he stormed out of the house. He knew he didn’t mean any of the bullshit he’d told you, but he was still fuming and couldn’t be at home. At least, not at home with you, at the moment. 

The small, reasonable voice in the back of his head was telling him what an idiot he was being, that his anger would subside and he would regret everything he’d done and everything he was going to do, but he didn’t listen to it. Especially when it told him to march back inside and apologise to you. 

Before he knew it, Wilbur had gotten on a bus that carried him to Canada Water station, and a thousand thoughts were cropping up all at once as he stood on the escalator, too fast for him to process, but all of them underlined with one, booming thought. What had he just done? 

It was all he could think about as he boarded the train headed toward the London Bridge station, letting his feet take him wherever they needed to go. Right now, all he knew was 3 things: The stress of next year being his last year at uni was unbearable, he took said stress out on you even though he swore he’d never do anything like it from the moment he met you, and that he needed to apologise.

But how? By the time he realised it, Wilbur was almost an hour away from you, with no cell service, and only three stops away from King’s Cross. He could picture you now, distraught on the couch like he’d seen his mother so many times after she’d fought with his dad when he was a kid, and it killed him to know that he’d been the one to cause it. That he’d broken the promise he made to himself a very long time ago. 

Even as all these thoughts came to a head in his mind, battling on which one he needed to process first, Wilbur managed to make it to King’s Cross St. Pancras station. And as he bought a ticket from the handler at King’s Cross station, and began the trek to his platform, where a train would eventually come and carry him back to his mother’s embrace, he was mindless. The ticket was cheap, but the train wouldn’t be coming in until later in the morning - all the other trains to Ipswich were full. It was after midnight, and Wilbur wondered if you fell asleep on the couch, or if you ended up wandering into bed at some point during his travels. 

Wilbur ended up finding a bench to sit on at his platform, ticket in hand as he awaited his train. 

Time seemed to stretch on forever by the time Wilbur’s train arrived at the platform. It was going to be almost completely empty; after all, the only people on the platform were stragglers. His mind felt empty, like he wasn’t fully there. It was like he was torn, half of him on the platform, the other half of him at home. Most of the people waiting for the train had shown up, but even then he felt entirely alone, arms wrapped around himself, clutching the sides of his sweater, desperately trying to think straight. 

It felt like an eternity, his mind running loops, laughing as he tried to get it on a sane path of thought. But when it did, when he finally felt like he had some sense of clarity, the train was breezing past him, pulling into the station, awaiting his boarding. But as he stood from where he sat on the bench he’d been on for ages, he couldn’t bring his feet to move him toward the train. He had the ticket, and he was mere feet away - it was so easy. It should’ve been easy. 

But all he could think about was you. Was the hurt he put in your chest with the words he spoke - however true they seemed to be at the time. All he could feel was regret weighing him down, guilt piercing his lungs and making it harder to breathe. Puncturing his heart and tearing it apart. 

And with tears beginning to build up, Wilbur turned. And as he walked away from the platform, he dropped his ticket in the bin, and checked his watch. You were in class right now, if you even went, and would long be home by the time he got back. But it didn’t matter right now, what mattered to Wilbur was that he made things right. 

He’d arrived back at your shared flat almost an hour and a half later with shaking hands, unsure of whether you were home or not. His phone died along the northern line, and his leg bounced with anxiety every time he was seated. 

With a slow exhale, Wilbur reached for the door handle. It twisted mercifully in his grasp, and he knew in an instant: you were home. The door creaked, Wilbur cringed. He hadn’t been able to hear any signs of your location in the flat, but the unlocked door told him at least that you were inside. As he stepped inside, he felt almost like a stranger in his own home. It was deafeningly silent, and it felt as though there was no warmth flowing through. Like you’d simply disappeared, and he had, too. 

Still, Wilbur persisted. He slipped off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, and tiptoed to the bedroom. His confusion began growing with every step, as there was no sign of you, but when he pushed the bedroom door open, only to still find no signs of your presence, it nearly doubled. He made his way to the bed to plug in his phone, and startled himself when he turned around, finding you in the doorway. 

“Where were you?” 

“Y/n, I-”

“Where have you been, Will?” You asked. Your voice tried to sound stern, and your eyebrows remained furrowed, but the crack in your voice and the tears in your eyes told Wilbur everything you didn’t want him to know. “You didn’t come home. I was worried.” 

“I’m sorry.” He breathed, and your heart cracked. 

“No.” You shook your head. “You’re not the only one. I pushed you too far.” 

He followed you as you turned, heading back into the living room. “It wasn’t just you, okay? I have some blame in the fight, too.” Wilbur sighed, watching as you stood by the coffee table, arms crossed, lip between your teeth. “Look, darling, I- I’m sorry. I’m so, so, sorry. I was an idiot. Hell, I am an idiot. But I’m your idiot, and I love you. I was so caught up in leaving that I ended up at King’s Cross somehow. I had a ticket in my hand, and I almost went back home - back to Suffolk - but I didn’t. I didn’t because I hurt you, and it wasn’t fair of me to hurt you the way I did and leave without a word. I’m sorry.” Wilbur’s head bowed, chest almost heaving from the pace with which the words tumbled from his lips.

“You love me?”

Wilbur’s head snapped back up, eyes locking with your soft ones. Had he said that? “I-” his mind ran for miles in the span of a second, processing what he previously said. But it didn’t matter. He did love you. “Yeah, I do. I love you, Y/n.”

“Then you’ll let me take some of the blame,” you said, voice soft as a small smile started stretching across your face. “I pushed too far, Will, and that wasn’t fair of me, either. And I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to. I just want what’s best for you, and that’s up to you to decide, not me. I just did it because I love you, too, and I want you to be sure in your decisions.”

Wilbur smiled back at you, not wanting to waste a second as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face in the crook of your neck - nose buried in your hair. Without missing a beat, you wrapped your arms around his torso, breathing him in. His warmth spread through you in an instant, and your heart stuttered with emotion. There was no need to worry. 

Wilbur was home. You were his home. 

Tangled up in your limbs, head resting on your chest, calmed by your heartbeat and the fingers in his hair, scratching ever-so-gently at his scalp, was his home. And home is where he spent the rest of the night, watching movies until he fell asleep, comforted by your presence. 

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Say You’ll Remember Me, Standing in A Nice Dress | Wilbur Soot

A/N: I had this idea immediately after I saw the announcement for 1989 TV. I haven’t had this surge of creativity in a hot minute yall. Hope you enjoy this 💙💙

Summary: Your daughter found an old picture of you with an unknown man.

Pairing(s): Past Musician!Wilbur Soot x gender neutral!reader (Note: I try to write this as gender neutral as I possibly can but the reader’s daughter called her mom and it’s mentioned that reader gave the daughter a dress. It’s you/yours pronouns though)

Warning(s): Death of a loved one, grief, angst. Mention of a bad breakup.

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It felt odd. A weird sense of deja vu seeing your house that you’ve lived in for so long looked so barren and empty, devoid of any furnitures, pictures, and books that you’ve collected with your family. It was a hard decision for you to make but living in that house everyday, seeing traces of your partner in every single corner of the room knowing that he’s no longer there with you was an insurmountable ache to your heart and soul, body and mind. All you did after his passing was cried in your bed that felt too large now, hugging the pillow he used to sleep with, savoring every little bit of him that you could find. You never left your bedroom, the pain and grief was too powerful to get you to move and when you did, it was only to grab one of the many clothes of your husband that was still hung beside your own in the closet. You hold it close to your chest, imagining that it was him in your arms instead of a remnant of him.

Your only saving grace, your guardian angel, was your daughter. The light of you and your husband’s life. It was because of her that you and your husband decided to buy a house. And it was because of her that you were finally brave enough to move on and leave the place you once called home. When she first suggested the idea to you, you thought she was crazy, a mad woman. You were appalled that she would suggest such a thing. You remembered being upset, angry, and disappointed. You remembered yelling at her to get out of the house, tears in your eyes. You remembered retreating back into the only comfort you know and cried your heart out. It was only after the tears were emptied out of you, the clock strikes almost 3 A.M, that you realized you were acting irrationally and lashed out on your daughter, the only person along with her own partner child, that was trying to help you through this grief. You realized you didn’t just lose your husband, but your daughter also lost her father. And on top of that, she had to care for her grieving mother as well.

The next morning, after a night filled with no sleep, you called her. The bright cheerful voice of your grandchild greeted you and your heart melt at the sound. It put you on ease before finally talking to your daughter. You thought she wouldn’t want to speak with you, hurt by the fact that you drove her away when all she did was helped you. Instead, she started apologizing, and it made you feel even more guilty than the previous night. You interrupted her in the middle of her speech, saying that she didn’t need to apologize and that you just weren’t ready to hear or even think about what she had suggested. You asked her to come for lunch at the house, accompanied by the offer of a homecooked meal—her favourite meal.

Later that day, she arrived with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand—the same one your husband used to get you—and a brown paper bag with deserts on the other. It went smoothly as you hoped and finally, when you thought you were ready, you brought up the topic of last night. She immediately starts talking, saying we don’t have to talk about that if you want to. You have to call out her name twice before she finally stops rambling—a trait she earned from her late father.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re right. This house—it holds a lot of memories of your father. Everyday I cherish what I can of him but at same time, it serves as a painful reminder that he’s no longer with us, with me, and I don’t know if I can handle that.” You took a deep breath, wavering. “I’m not ready to leave this all behind yet but when I do, I promise I will give you a call.”

And she did, two weeks ago. And now here you were, standing in an empty hallway of a place you once called home.

“Hey, y/n, the stuff from the living room is all packed and ready to go. Is there anything else left?”

You turned around at the sight of your daughter’s partner in the doorway. “Oh Heather, dear, yes, there’s still a couple of boxes down in the basement. I missed them before since they were pretty hidden. Though, I’ve sent Thena down there and she haven’t come up yet.”

“You want me to come and get her?” Heather smiled.

You waved her off. “Oh, that’s alright. I’ll do it. You can go ahead and make sure everything’s all set up with the movers, dear. That’ll be great.”

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The basement was never really your favourite part of the house. It was dark, stuffy, and sometimes creepy when the light won’t turn on—and that always happens. So, it was always your late husband that goes down there to put stuff away that wasn’t being used anymore, retrieve his tools and whatnot. When she was little, Thena would sometimes hide there in a game of hide and seek. You would scold her, saying it was dangerous down there but her dad would pat her on the head and told her good job for hiding so great.

It might due to your age—over half a century old—or maybe it was the dusty old dark space that made it quite hard for you too see. You pat your body for your glasses, only to remember that they were upstairs by the living room windowsill. You decided to continue down the stairs anyway instead of retrieving them, walking down the steps gently and with your hand on the railing. With each step you take, the stairs creak and you hoped that the person who bought your house would replace the stair in the near future.

“Mom, is that you?” Thena called out.

She greeted you at the end of the stairs, offering her hand for you to hold as you take the last step.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. I sent you here about an hour ago. I was beginning to worry.” You frowned. “See, you’re sweating and your hands are all dirty.”

She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. “Sorry, got a little bit distracted.”

You shook your head. “What on earth could possibly have you distracted in here?”

Thena’s eyes suddenly lights up and without a word, she guide you the boxes she was supposed to retrieve.

“I found all of your stuff from when you were on your twenties or something.”

It must be things from college, you thought.

“It’s mostly your old notes and a few trinkets, but I found pictures too, of you and your friends.”

There were two boxes in front of you, both opened and had been rummaged through by curious hands, your daughter curious hands. You peeked inside one of them, the one on the left, and it was true what she said, the content of that box was filled with books with your scribbling on it. You might’ve even glanced at your yearbook in there. You wondered when that went for so long.

“But, there’s something I wanted to ask you about.” Thena said, breaking your train of thought. “Hold out your hand.”

You looked at your daughter. “Honey-”

“Come on, please. For me?”

For an adult, she seemed to still know how to use that puppy dog eyes of her.

You sighed, but you did what she asked of you. Finally, she laid a single yellowed polaroid picture on the palm of your hand.

It was down facing so you couldn’t actually see what the picture was. Thena urged you to turn the picture around by raising her brows and nodding at the picture with her head. She looked so excited that you couldn’t even imagine what the picture might be. Finally, you turned the picture in your hand and for a second your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, how nice.” Your voice wavered. “It’s that dress I gave you for your first date.”

Thena gave you a deadpanned look.

“Really, that’s your first thought?

“What? That’s the same dress, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, it is, but that’s not really what I meant, mom.”

In the picture, there was two people. Twenty-something you, in a white dress, grinning from ear to ear, in the arm of a man that could rival your own smile whilst he took the picture with his free hand. The two of you looked happy, in love even, and with the ocean and the sunset as the background, it looked like something out of a movie, Thena thought. What she knew about you and her dad was that the of you met awhile after college. So, this must be before the two of you met.

“Who’s that, mom?”

It felt like you were transported to that day. You could smell the salt air, the sound of waves crashing on the sand, the breeze in your hair, the warmth from the body next to you. It had been years since the thought of him entered your mind, but for some reason you could still remember him all too well. His curly hair that would cover his eyes if he let it grow out, his guitar string scarred hands that felt rough against your skin. His melodic voice that would sing you the words to his brand new song before he showed it anyone else. Everything about him was still fresh in your mind as if it was kept inside a box, waiting to be opened.

“Mom, are you okay?” She asked, after a moment of silence.

“I think I need to sit down, Athena.”

Thena followed closely behind you, worried you might collapse and silently panicking that she might’ve done something wrong again that might upset you. She gently sat you down at the bottom of the stairs and watched as you took a deep breath. It broke her heart when she saw a glimpse of tears trailing down your cheeks as you played with the photo of you and the unknown man. It felt like one of those many nights where she heard you crying outside your bedroom.

Thena sat down in front you, grasping your hand that wasn’t holding the picture.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset by showing you this.”

You shook your head, a curt laugh escaped your lips. It didn’t make Thena feel any better since there were still tears in your eyes.

“I’m not upset, sweetheart. I just—i just didn’t expect to see this after so many years. Honestly, i thought you were gonna show me a drunk picture of myself or something even more embarrasing.”

Both of you laughed.

“So, he was someone special, then?”

You nodded. “I’ve only ever loved two people in my life. Your dad and this person. His name is Wil. He was my first. I met him way before I met your dad.”

“What happened between you two?”

You sighed, leaning against the wall behind you. “We were young. We thought we were gonna do everything together after we graduated. He was in a band, you see. That was his thing and he loved it very much. But, he got carried away. Started spending less time with me and more with his band. He’s so focused on his dream that sometimes I feel like he forgets that I’m there. Well, things ended pretty bad between us and after that I decided to move.”

“Have your ever heard from him?”

“Last I heard the band really took off. He got what he wanted it looks like.”

Thena nodded. “Did dad know about him?”

“I told him a little. I didn’t think it was neccesary to tell him everything about my ex, you know. Didn’t want your dad to think I’m still hung up about the guy.”

Thena chuckled. “Yeah, that could end bad.”

“Yeah, it could.” You smiled.

The comfortable silence between you and your daughter was interrupted by a knock on the basement door. Both of you looked up to see Heather standing on top of the stairs, a worried look on her face.

“There you two are.”

“Shit.” Thena cursed. “Did we make the movers wait too long? I’m sorry. It was my fault. I got distracted and then mom went down and I wanted to show her something and we-”

“Thena,” You and Heather called.

You shook your head, while Heather muffled her laugh.

“We’ll be right up, Heather, dear.” You turned to your daughter. “I think it’s about time we’ve pack this up, don’t you think.”

Both of you walked back to the boxes, tidying everything up. You had half a thought to pocket the picture of you and Wil instead of returning it back to the box, but you thought against it and put it back where Thena had found it. Once you did, she secured the boxes with tape and wrote ‘mom’s college stuff’ on the front.

You let her go first, wanting to take a moment for yourself. She nodded understandingly, before carefully making her way up the stairs carrying two boxes with ease. As you looked around the now empty basement, you couldn’t help but think how many times you’ve done this before, all for different reason yet still so similar. Maybe that’s how it meant to be. Maybe that’s how you heal just like the first time.

With one final look, you made your upstairs, braving for the next chapter of your life.

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Nightmares on Tuesday

Father! Wilbur soof x Child reader

Tw: Nightmares, Blood

You rolled around in your sleep as you sweated; you were running in an endless maze, the green man that chased you sang a taunting melody, and it was luring you in but at the same time it wasnt.

You tried to hide in bushes, but any soft Bush that touched your skin immediately burned you; making you feel afraid as you looked at every object that you saw, you then saw a glowing door in the distance.

Above, it had a sign that was labeled 'Exit' and as soon as you saw the title, you ran for your life as arrows was being shot at you, one scraped against your leg but you kept running.

But you felt youself being pulled back by fear; you started crying as you felt something sharp pierce through your chest, and it went out and you saw hour own blood on it. It smelled awful, and it almost made you sick but you couldnt move, then......the sword was pulled out, making it possible for you to collapse on the ground.

You started at the dark sky, and you heard HIS footsteps come closer to your body, you felt sometimes place their hand on your forehead, and it started to feel hot, and it was overheating your body.

But....you were already dying, and your eyes rolled back as your body turned to dust.

You gasped loudly as you got up from your bed you looked and saw that it was covered in sweat and tears; you turned and walked out of your dimly lightened room, and you walked to your Dad Wilbur's room, you aw that it was opened and you invited yourself in.

"Daddy..." you whispered, but he wouldnt respond; you climbed on the bed, you made sure to not make much noise.

You touched Wilbur's face as gently patted it as you repeated his name in order to wake him up, eventually he did; and he was shocked to see you looking at him with a teary face, "What's wrong Y/N..?" He asked as he beckoned you to come over to him, "Nightmare.." you whispered in his ear as you held onto him, he hummed and kissed your head.

"Don't worry....Daddy will be here so you won't have anymore nightmares.." he told you, but you were still scared, even though you laying next to him was calming; you then started to get tired and you yawned, Wilbur smiled softly before closing his eyes.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep; knowing that Wilbur will be there to comfort you..

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Dinner - Wilbur Soot x Male! Reader

It's a bit confusing, but here it is!!

Guys, I beg you, when you do a request please but informations like: Sub or dom reader, male, gn or female reader and etc.. it's important!!

Anyway, here it is!!!

A sigh. That's the first thing that can be heard from the front door. After this, loud noises from what can only be Wilbur running up and down on the stairs. Wilbur isn't exactly the perfect.. "roommate", he's always simping around, talking about girls and guys in a possessive way and always making sure nobody else was around yo the way he does. But, sometimes, he can be slightly useful, like today..

"WAIT A MINUTE!" He screams from the room, going downstairs and meeting you in the front door. "Hello my handsome!" Will is not the type who gives you time to think, he just do what he wants, not different from it, he kisses your cheek and puts his tie around your head, covering your eyes.

"Ugh! Wilbur, let me go!" Even being useless, you try to fight, but his grip on your shoulders gets even tighter as guides you to the kitchen. He keeps walking, his creepy giggle can be clearly heard in your ears as close as he is.

Suddenly, you both stop. You wonder what kind of weird thing he might have done now. You pray for it to be just one more awkward dinner together.

"Here it is~" Wilbur takes the tie off, putting it around his own neck again, smiling widely at you. It's just the dinner table.. covered with flowers, candles, and a bunch of other romantic stuff. Plus, the amount of money he kept in the month, he knows that's a way of getting your attention for his intoxicating flirt.

You roll your eyes, trying to smile at him in the same harmony, which is impossible. Instead of fighting, you just sit in the chair, letting he act like a dumb gentleman as he puts the food in the table and gives you a huge glass of wine.

The dinner goes, he talks shit about some of your friends and partners but that's just the usual Wilbur, when he becomes more flirtious and pervert is where it can be noticed his nature and the reason why people call him an incel. It gets you tired. The alcohol and the dizzy feeling of talking with him finally hit you like a slap, so without consulting him, you get up and try to walk away.

"Hey, our talk didn't end up yet.." Wilbur smirks, his voice sharp and devilish, an obvious menace for your attempt of getting away from him. He's quick, placing his another hand on your hips and bringing you close. "Didn't you enjoy it? Come on, I made what you like, I gave you money, flowers and those special candles with vanilla smell. Pleasee!" He begs like a child, pouting at you when he comes closer.. closer enough for you to feel his bulge touching your thigh.

"Just a little bit?" Without denying or giving him assure, you ask. It's visible the happiness in his eyes as he nods desperately. Ignoring his aggressive demands, you hold his hand and interlock your fingers with his, walking to the living room and undoing your belt before his hand reach to stop you with a slap. "Hey! What the-"

"That's my function! You know that." He frowns and get on his knees, his cock getting even more hard with the thought of making you feel good. Wilbur has always been like that. He's pathetic. He wants you to feel good, to be a good whore for you just so he can hear you say to all of your friends that you fucked the stupid and silly boy that accepted living with you and pay your bills for free.

The freaking incel undoes your belt slowly, trying everything to see you getting hard under his hands. It's almost insane how much he wants it. You pet his hair and grab it too, remembering everything Wilbur said he likes while you guys fuck or even just make out. You put his face close to the growing length on your boxers, watching he lick it without hesitation.

"Huh, that's.." You stop for a moment, you could degrade him.. you could call him your slut and make him feel even better or just.. maybe just.. "That's it. Good boy." Your grip release and he looks at you more upset and angry than never.

"Are you serious?" He gets up, looking you dead in the eyes. God, he's big. Is always nice to remember that, the imagine of his cock being big even while soft sends a shiver of pleasure through your body. Was it what you wanted this whole time..? Besides degradating him, he could.. he could fuck you. He throws you on the couch, slapping your face. "It's so easy. How can't you do one simple thing?! That's unbelievable.." He keeps complaining, which is.. well, cute.

You spread your legs apart, intertwining them around his waist.

"Will." You giggle. It must be the first time in a long while he doesn't hear it because his reaction was just widen his eyes and pay attention to your voice like a lost dog. "Couldn't we change the roles?" You smile, obviously drunk.

He doesn't even think his next moves. They are fast and sloppy. He takes off his pants and picks you up, griding his length against yours. Wilbur knows he can't give you the doubt benefit, so he has to be quick and make you enjoy it, or else it will never happen again.

"Mhm, fuck we.. fuck you.." Will smirks, moaning when his hands reach to your boxers and he starts to stroke your cock. You lay your head back, panting with pleasure. As much as Wilbur know you, he knows how to be fast and make you cum even faster. His hands work like magic, he slap his hips on yours when your arms are tightly around his neck, bringing him even closer if that is possible. He keeps stroking you, knowing all your damn preferences.

When you show signs of cumming, he puts your boxers down and also his. He lays you down on the couch again, being gentle at this time. He puts himself in the middle of your thighs, making your hole his little prize. A tight prize he has been reaching for a long time, it's disgusting how he gets inside you without lube or protection, burning your body inside as he forces his dick inside you.

Complaining, you slap his face, which only makes him go faster, causing the pain to grow even more. He doesn't want you to keep complaining that much like a little bitch, so he makes sure to pleasure you too, moving his hips together with his hand and coming closer to give you a passionate kiss. Or was it just lust..? It doesn't matter, it felt good.

He feels overwhelmed, leaking his pre-cum inside you. It feels weirdly warm, but at least now he can move properly. Wilbur looks insane at this point, a big mess over you like a predator, and he doesn't even seem to want to get out.

"Babe, do you mind if i-" He gulps, swallowing his saliva with his pathetic moans. "If I cum inside?"

The pleasure reaches you enough, shaking your head in an extensive 'no' so he can keep going. "Please, do anything.. but do not stop.."

Wilbur goes even deeper inside you, with your permission, he cums, surprisingly, it doesn't even seem like it. You just feel a wet and warm thing inside you, but he keeps going like if nothing happened. He moans one more time, now feeling control and power over your dumb fucked figured. He takes his hand out of your cock and grab your neck, choking you with those thick long fingers. Your air goes away, making it hard to breathe as he mischievously giggles.

"What a good slut.." Wilbur moans when he comes closer to your hear, putting a lot of his weight on your body. He slaps your face with his other hand, and with the mix of sensations, you cum. Your cock feels dry and painful, contradicting your tight hole that now is wet and filled with a pleasure that isn't yours. He smirks with the sight of your cum on your own stomach, getting out of you only to look superior and dominant. "Make sure to clean this mess." He throws a towel at you, putting his boxers back on.

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Nightmare

C!Wilbur Soot x Sally (romantic), Salbur x FEM!CHILD!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Wilbur blowing up L’manberg, nightmares, crying

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“What are you doing?”

Wilbur froze in place at the sound of a voice. Specifically the voice of someone he raised. Someone Fundy grew up with. His daughter. “Y/n.”

Y/n stepped inside the small stone room. She noticed all the signs inside, but her focus was on Wilbur Soot and the button that was placed on a wall in the room.

Wilbur gulped. “Okay, I will admit…Do you know what this button is?”

“Yes.” Y/n had crossed her arms and stared at her father. “I do.”

“Have you heard the song on the walls, have you?” Wilbur glanced at them. “There was a special place where men could go but it’s not there anymore.”

“It is there.” She stopped Wilbur from continuing. “You’ve won it back, dad.” She glanced at her communicator and saw everyone spamming her name, specifically her little brother, but she paid no attention. 

Y/n jumped in surprise as Wilbur yelled in frustration. “I’m always so close to pushing this button Y/n! I have been here like 7 or 8 times.” He covered the way that Y/n had walked in from, so now it was solely just the two of them. “They’re fighting.”

Y/n could hear the fireworks that came from outside. Even if they were muffled, it gave her a weird sense of security. Probably reminding her that as long as they were going off, it still meant people were alive. “You want to just blow it all up?”

Wilbur took a deep breath. “I do.”

“But dad, we fought so hard to get this place back…” Y/n quietly trailed off, trying to ignore what was really happening, her father was crazy. He wasn’t the man he used to be. 

“I don’t even know if the button works anymore Y/n. I could press it…”

“There is a lot of TNT connected to that button right?” Y/n slowly came to the realization that Wilbur was crazy. He was officially crazy and there was no way she or anyone could bring him back.

“Y/n…There was a saying… By a traitor, once part of L’manberg. You of course know Eret.”

“Yeah.” Y/n whispered.

“It was never meant to be.”

Horror spread across the young girl’s face as she watched Wilbur move his hand and press the button. “NO!” She screamed. Y/n grabbed Wilbur’s arm and with enough force, she was about to pull him back so he wouldn’t be harmed by the explosions that rang in the air.

“Dad!” Y/n moved closer to the edge that now showcased the country that was destroyed. She saw a few citizens standing there staring in disbelief that their beloved home was destroyed. 

She didn’t get to do anything as her attention was pulled back by her father, who was breathing heavily. “My L’manberg Y/n! My unfinished symphony! Forever unfinished! If I can’t have this, no one can.”

Y/n blinked trying to get rid of her tears.

Wilbur grinned and it came more manic-like and he grasped his young daughter’s shoulder, spinning her around to face him. “Kill me! Y/n, kill me! Look, they all want you to.”

She looked back and noticed the crowd was bigger than before. “No I can’t. You’re my dad!”

Wilbur’s smile faded and he soon became angry. He narrowed his eyes and began trying to pull Y/n while she fought back against him. Neither of them realized how close to the edge they were until Y/n slipped, pulling Wilbur with her.

Y/n could feel her heart beating and the wind rushing past her ears. The last thing she heard before she hit the ground was yelling and calling of her name.

Then it all went black.

Y/n gasped for breath as she immediately sat up in her bed, her eyes shooting open. She brought her hands to her face in a panic, yet when she checked, there were no marks on her skin. No ash or soot or debris. She was alive.

Y/n’s head turned towards the door when it flung open. Standing there was her mother, Sally. Movement from behind her mother caught her eyes, and she saw it was her father, Wilbur Soot.

Y/n did the only thing she felt she could do at the moment. She began crying. What else was she supposed to do? She had never had a dream like that for as long as she remembered, most likely because dreams were kinda rare for her to have.

She felt herself being embraced by arms and pulled into someone’s chest. The scent of cinnamon and orange fill her senses. It was her mom who pulled her daughter into her arms.

Sally gently shushed her daughter, rocking her back and forth, trying to calm her kind down. She couldn’t recall seeing her beloved child like this. For as long as she remembered, Y/n had never cried, only really letting tears fall when her brother was hurt. It does sorta make sense, since Y/n vowed to protect her little brother no matter what.

Wilbur quietly moved forward, sitting down on the plush bed, slowly moving closer and bringing his warm hand onto Y/n’s head, lightly petting her hair.

A few minutes later, Y/n’s wails and sobs had tuned down to a small sniffle here and there. Wilbur had left and come back with a tired Fundy and steaming tea, setting the orange haired boy down next to his sister, and placing the hot mug on the nightstand beside the bed.

Sally kept running her fingers through the h/c haired girl’s hair. “Do you wanna tell us what happened in your dream?”

Y/n debated on whether she should tell them, but ultimately decided to just go with a blunter approach, and beg. “Please don’t leave dad.”

Wilbur’s eyes focused on his daughter, slightly confused. “What?”

Y/n cleared her throat and spoke up a little louder. “Please don't…don’t leave and start that nation you talked about with uncle Tommy.” She brought her head up and looked her father in the eyes. “I’m not being dramatic, I don’t want you to leave, stay with us.” Tears slowly started building up in the young girl’s orbs once more.

Wilbur and Sally shared a discreet look. Wilbur was set to leave tomorrow. Should he lie and tell his daughter he won’t go, but leave when she falls asleep, or comply with the wishes and stay with his loving family. Wilbur glanced at the clock in the room. It was 2 in the morning, everyone could get some sleep and then talk about it in the morning.

“Alright.” The brown haired man heaved out. “I’ll stay, and we can talk in the morning when everyone gets some sleep. I’ll call over grandpa and Tommy and Techno. Does that sound good?”

Y/n was desperate, so she would take what she could get on such a short notice. She nodded and slipped under the covers more. “Can you guys stay with us?”

Without a complaint the married couple turned out the lights and joined the warm bed.

Everyone was still pretty tired so sleep came easy, but the one question on the parents’ mind was simple.

‘What did Y/n dream about?’

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A glass full of tears ⅏ L'Manberg!Wilbur Soot x F!Reader (Happy Ending)

Summary: Trying to have a child is always a two-way job, with both partners having to make an effort for a new life to emerge. So each time the 'happy' news came in Reader's life, she told Wilbur, but the happy news never came true. A story full of tears, desires and hope that escapes between her fingers like the wind every time. Notes: Hey Mate!!! Here is a different, happy ending to the story. Just another reality? Thank you to reader ' Beau ' for commenting under the main story. I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

[full story, with a sad ending]

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Time skip

38th week of pregnancy.

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𝕎ilbur and Reader had just returned from the festival in L'Manberg, their joyous celebration turning into a nightmare. The festive mood was shattered when a shocking act of violence unfolded before their eyes.

𝕀n the midst of the crowd, chaos had broken out, and the unthinkable had happened. Reader, her bright yellow dress stained with a growing pool of red, was pierced by a burja knife, its ornate hilt buried in her belly.

The scene was surreal, an abrupt shift from happiness to horror. Wilbur's heart pounded in disbelief as he saw the person who had attacked her casually walking away. Panic washed over him, and he knew he had to act quickly.

"OH GOD! READER! WHAT?!" Wilbur's voice trembled with fear and desperation as he rushed to her side. "I need to bring you to the hospital, and I need to bring you now!"

ℍis face was aghast, drained of color, as he glanced back at the retreating assailant, a mixture of fury and anguish coursing through him.

"R-READER! PLEASE, WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!" His screams echoed in the tense air, a plea for help.

Reader, her breaths shallow and terrified, gazed at the knife's handle embedded in her stomach. She was petrified, not wanting to make a move that might jeopardize the safety of their unborn children.

"Wilbur... I'm afraid to move," she gasped, her words trembling as she unintentionally caused the knife to shift within her. "What if the children move?"

𝕎ilbur's initial shock began to transform into frantic action. He knelt beside her, cradling her gently in his arms. His voice was firm but laden with anxiety as he tried to reassure her.

"Breathe, Reader!" Wilbur's voice cracked, holding onto her trembling hand. "We'll get through this together. Just stay with me."

His rage toward the assailant still smoldered within him, but his focus was unwavering—ensuring Reader's well-being and the safety of their unborn children.

𝕎ith the impending fear of what lay ahead, Wilbur's thoughts were consumed by the babies, and the panic he felt about the knife and the blood that surrounded them.

Reader's grip on Wilbur's hand was tight, her words a plea to him. Her focus was clear – their children's safety came above all else.

𝕊tep by agonizing step, they made their way toward L'Manberg Hospital. Reader was moving cautiously, clutching her stomach while Wilbur remained by her side, lending her his unwavering support. It was a slow journey filled with pain, fear, and the ever-present worry for the unborn twins.

Wilbur didn't utter a word of complaint or doubt. He knew their urgency, and his concern for the well-being of Reader and their children fueled his determination.

𝔽inally, they reached the entrance of L'Manberg Hospital. Wilbur took a deep breath and exuded an air of confidence as he opened the door, shielding Reader from further distress. Inside the hospital, the chaos was palpable.

Reader's voice, fraught with panic, filled the hospital's corridors as she urgently implored her husband.

"William, for heaven's sake!" She hissed, her eyes locked on her blood-stained dress. "Children! Not me!"

Wilbur remained close to her side, offering her his support. Though he was deeply concerned, he did his utmost to maintain his composure. The flow of blood showed no signs of abating, and time was of the essence.

𝕋he hospital staff went into high gear the moment President Wilbur and his wife, Reader, were brought into the emergency department. Their usual serene L'Manberg was disrupted by this sudden and dire situation. Doctors and nurses sprang into action, each working swiftly and meticulously to evaluate Reader's condition and ensure stabilization.

Wilbur stood at the fringes, observing the flurry of activity with a blend of anxiety and anticipation. His mind was a tempest of worries, scrambling for any possible solution to guarantee the safety of his cherished wife and the future of their unborn twins. He felt a profound sense of helplessness, standing there, aching to intervene but confined by the limits of his knowledge.

𝔼very second felt like an eternity as he watched the medical professionals, praying silently for a positive outcome, hoping against hope that they could pull through this ordeal. His heart was heavy with concern, but he clung to the tiniest glimmer of hope that all would be well in the end.

𝕋he atmosphere in the hospital was tense, the urgency palpable in every hurried step and every focused glance exchanged between medical professionals. The chief doctor's attempts to instill calmness amidst the chaos were valiant, but the gravity of the situation lingered heavily in the air. Wilbur's exterior facade of confidence was crumbling, revealing the vulnerability and anguish he felt within.

As Reader was swiftly taken into the operating theatre, Wilbur's heart clenched with an inexplicable fear.

ℍe stood there, feeling utterly helpless as the woman he loved, and their unborn children faced an uncertain future. His mind raced, grasping for any thread of hope in this harrowing moment.

The hospital buzzed with frantic energy, a whirlwind of nurses and doctors rushing to assist, their urgent movements reflecting the severity of the situation. In the midst of this flurry, Wilbur was a portrait of inner turmoil, his worry etched deep into the lines on his face.

𝕋he uncertainty gnawed at him, and the fear of losing his cherished family threatened to overwhelm his senses. He could only stand by, silently praying for a miracle, clinging to the fragile hope that the medical team would be able to save Reader and their unborn children.

𝕀n a rush of adrenaline and anxiety, Wilbur found himself standing in the operating theatre, feeling the weight of the moment bearing down on him. His gaze darted between the medical team's focused efforts and the alarming sight of his beloved Reader in distress. The urgency in the room was almost suffocating, each passing second intensifying the gravity of the situation.

The doctor's voice resonated through the tense atmosphere, shaking Wilbur to the core. The stark reality of the hospital's limitations and the life-altering decision he was compelled to make reverberated in his mind. He was torn between his instinct to stay by Reader's side and the necessity of giving the medical team the space to work.

"𝕄r. President," the doctor's voice broke through the chaos, laden with urgency and a hint of desperation. "We need to proceed with a caesarean to ensure the safety of both your wife and the babies. We'll do everything we can for her. Please, you must step outside for now," the doctor urged, his tone a mix of professional authority and genuine concern.

Wilbur's heart pounded in his chest, torn between wanting to be there for Reader and complying with the doctor's urgent request.

𝕋he agony of being unable to protect his wife and unborn children was unbearable. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on Reader's pale face, before reluctantly nodding and stepping out of the operating theatre, his heart heavy with worry and helplessness.

𝕋ime seemed to warp, and Wilbur felt as though the entire world had come to a standstill. Wilbur's mind raced at a million miles per hour, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of despair and frantic worry. It felt as if his entire world was crumbling down around him. The doctor's grim words hung in the air like a foreboding omen, threatening to crush his hopes and dreams in an instant.

The weight of responsibility felt heavier than any burden he had ever carried before.

Reader's safety and the well-being of their children became the singular focus of his existence. The sheer helplessness he felt in that moment was like a knife twisted into his chest, leaving him breathless and utterly shattered.

Desperation clawed at him, urging him to do anything and everything to save them all.

𝕎ilbur was caught in a tempest of emotions, a turbulent whirlpool threatening to pull him under. The weight of sadness and fear bore down on him, suffocating him in a haze of despair. Anguish and helplessness surged through his veins like an unrelenting tide, threatening to engulf him entirely.

Each emotion clashed violently within him, a cacophony of heartache and terror that reverberated through every fibber of his being.

The depth of his despair was immeasurable as he grappled with the cruel reality of the moment. The very air seemed to thin, leaving him gasping for breath as if the world around him had conspired to steal it away.

𝕀n the midst of this maelstrom of emotions, Wilbur struggled to maintain his composure, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one more agonizing than the last. The fear of losing the love of his life and the unborn promise of their children was an unbearable weight that threatened to crush him entirely.

𝕎ilbur's voice trembled as he stood at this heart-wrenching crossroads. His gaze shifted from Reader's belly, where the future of their children lay nestled, to her, the love of his life, his anchor in this chaotic storm.

"Save them," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion, each word quivering with an unspeakable burden.

ℍis chest tightened as he closed his eyes, trying to find an elusive calm amidst the turmoil raging within him.

"Save my family." he implored, his voice a fragile echo of his inner turmoil, a plea tinged with desperation and vulnerability.

"Please..." His voice trailed off, a whispered prayer to the universe, an earnest supplication for a glimmer of hope in this darkest hour.

𝕎ilbur's façade as the President crumbled, revealing a man burdened by the cruel twists of fate. Tears threatened to escape, yet he held them back, the weight of his emotions palpable in the air.

It was a surreal moment, one that tested the very core of his being.

He grappled with an unbearable choice, his heart wrenched between the prospect of losing their unborn children and the fear of a future without Reader. The torment was evident in the furrow of his brows and the tremble in his voice.

"I can't lose them," he murmured, his voice fraught with anguish. The depth of his love for Reader and the twins battled fiercely within him, tearing at his resolve.

"Save. My. Family." The words escaped his lips as a plea to salvage the future they had dreamt of, a desperate cry for a chance to hold onto the ones he cherished most.

Wilbur was crying, as the decision weighed on him like a ton of bricks.

ℍe was trying to calm himself down, but his body was shaking, his eyes were tearing up and his voice was breaking.

He closed his eyes for a moment, before taking a deep breath.

He couldn't even look at the doctor for too long, it felt as if he was being tortured by the Gods itself with this choice.

𝕎ilbur's eyes were tearing up and he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Reader's life was more important to him than his own. The weight of his responsibilities had pushed him to the brink of emotional exhaustion.

𝕎ilbur's inner turmoil raged like an unrelenting storm. He couldn't bear the thought of making the wrong decision. The twins, not yet born, were already etched into his heart. Imagining their laughter, their small hands clutching his fingers, was a dream that had brought him immeasurable joy. The idea of losing them, the life he had envisioned for them, was heart-wrenching.

𝕐et, the love of his life, Reader, lay in peril, her life hanging in the balance. Every memory, every moment they had shared, played like a vivid slideshow in his mind. The warmth of her smile, the way she laughed, the simple joy they found in each other's presence—how could he bear to lose it all.

The blood on her body.

𝕋he doctor's words cut through the chaos of his thoughts. They echoed with the grim reality of the situation, leaving no room for negotiation. "Mr President, I really do not want to stress you out, but please leave the operating theatre.” says the doctor as he begins the procedure to save twins.

𝕎ilbur's faith in the divine wavered in this harrowing moment. He felt abandoned, as though some higher power harbored a deep resentment for him. As the medical team hastened to save his family, his heart ached with despair.

One thing was painfully clear.

Wilbur knows one thing.

If God exists, God despises him.

𝕎ilbur's eyes widened and he felt dizzy at that moment.

When he sees, his wife being put to sleep and connected to an IV. Seeing as sleeping medication as well as painkillers are in the drip makes it seem as if Reader is simply falling asleep, but the ever-present blood proves otherwise.

"I can't lose them; I'm begging to have them. Do anything." says Wilbur, feeling his life pass between his fingers, like an hourglass that measures time, that cannot be stopped.

The sand falls without stopping, without thinking of the consequences, the sand in the hourglass arranges the sowing of a small pyramid waiting to be turned upside down to measure time anew.

So why does Wilbur feel as if this sand is diminishing?

He doesn't want to lose her.

She needs to be by his side, the President needs his voice of reason, which is Reader.

He wants to hold his children's hand, see them laugh and see them grow.

He didn't care about losing face anymore.

𝕎ilbur's mind was a tumultuous sea, waves of fear and uncertainty crashing against his every thought. The weight of the decision he had made hung heavily on his shoulders, each moment stretching out endlessly in the corridor.

He felt trapped within the confines of his own mind, tormented by the myriad of possibilities.

He couldn't help but second-guess himself, his mind racing through every potential outcome, each one darker than the last. Doubt clawed at him, whispering haunting scenarios that he couldn't shake off.

“𝕎hat is wrong with me?" he whispered to himself, the words tinged with self-doubt and anguish. He sank to the cold floor of the corridor, feeling the weight of his vulnerability.

It was a moment of intense introspection, a haunting silence that echoed the fears clawing at his sanity.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to stop himself, but his body didn't listen, and he broke down in tears, as much as he wanted to be strong for the nation, he was a human, too.

𝔽ive? Maybe ten minutes and Wilbur saw a nurse walk past him, guiding two beds for freshly born babies.

Wilbur immediately stood up, readjusted his clothes and wiped his face with his sleeve, but his bloodshot eyes clearly said he had been crying.

𝔸s he watched a nurse with cots roll into the corridor between the operating theatre and the corridor where Wilbur was sitting, the President did not have pleasant thoughts.

Someone else is having twins while I'm losing my family? Someone else is having one now too, giving birth? It's certainly not for my children.

Thoughts raced through his mind, the stark contrast between someone welcoming new life while he felt like he was losing everything.

"𝕋wins for someone else, and here I am, uncertain about the fate of my family," Wilbur muttered, his thoughts clouded by despair. The weight of his sorrow overshadowed any semblance of joy. Even the vibrant festivities of L'manberg couldn't pierce through the darkness shrouding his thoughts.

"Nothing feels right, not even a smile or celebration," he whispered to himself, his voice carrying the heavy burden of grief. His world had turned bleak, devoid of any glimmer of hope or happiness.

ℍis heartache was all-consuming, his longing to see his family overpowering every other thought. Whether they were alive or gone, they were his, and the uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him in a state of agonizing distress. He yearned to find closure, to know their fate, to hold on to the remnants of what he cherished most - his family.

𝕎ilbur watched the two nurses approaching, each pushing a small cradle on a trolley, a peculiar sensation tingled in his eyes. Blinking away the confusion, he focused on the cradles and noticed something striking—both babies had dark brown curly hair peeking out from under their tiny hats.

The sight of the soft, white cotton and the contrast of the pink-striped hat on one baby and the bright blue one on the other brought a faint glimmer of warmth to Wilbur's heart. He found himself strangely drawn to the vibrant colours, an unexpected respite from the overwhelming despair.

The pink-striped hat and the bright blue one seemed to radiate innocence and hope amidst the sorrow that enveloped Wilbur. It was a simple joy, noticing the colours, a brief pause in the midst of his anguish.

𝔸s Wilbur gazed at the boy and girl nestled in their cradles, he felt a profound ache tug at his heartstrings. The girl, wrapped snugly in a soft baby blanket, lay tranquilly, her curious eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling. When her gaze met Wilbur's, she smiled with an innocence that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Her smile felt like a small beacon of hope amidst the shadows that loomed over him.

But the boy, unlike his sister, seemed restless. He wriggled on his back, attempting to turn over, emitting quiet cries that pierced the otherwise silent corridor. His cries carried a unique melody, as though someone had rudely disrupted his peaceful slumber.

Wilbur's emotions were a tumultuous sea.

𝕋he sight of children, one peaceful and the other restless, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him. The tender image of the girl's innocent smile tugged at his heartstrings, a poignant reminder of the innocence that existed beyond the turmoil. Yet, the boy's cry, filled with a poignant melody, only intensified the ache within Wilbur's soul.

The pang of longing for his own children, Tallulah and Constantine, twisted his stomach with a pain that was almost unbearable. The longing to hold them, to comfort them, to see them safe and sound, weighed heavily on Wilbur's heart, casting a shadow over the bittersweet moment in the corridor.

His eyes lift sadly, and he looks at the nurses, who look at him expectantly.

"𝕐our children Mr. President." Said one of the nurses, standing next to the cradle with the boy.

Wilbur felt new tears raid his eyes, tears that were from many emotions. Wilbur felt that this was an unpleasant joke.

A joke from the nurses who just want to see his agony, his human person, however, when Wilbur looks at the children's faces he notices that Constantine, despite being very active is similar to Reader, however, he has his eyes, whereas, the gazing Tallulah, is a perfect copy of him with her individual facial freckles, which are most likely passed down in the genes from Wilbur's father.

"T-Tallulah...? C-Constantine...?" Wilbur's lip trembled as he spoke their names.

"Can I hold them?" says Wilbur full of tears when he finally sees his beautiful children, who are now both staring at him with their small, yet large eyes. Their little bodies dressed in hospital sleepwear that covers their arms and legs. Their little faces are as plump as freshly baked buns.

"𝔹ut of course," the nurse says and, helping Wilbur, hands him his son and daughter. Holding both babies in his arms, Wilbur feels his emotions calm and his stomach pain subside. "Tallulah got a 10 on the Apgar scale and Constantine got a 7 because he had a bit of a blue tint to his skin, however, this is slowly normalizing." says the Nurse and smiles at the President, who is completely in euphoria when his son tries to reach his little hand to Wilbur's face.

"Tallulah... Constantine..." He whispered, as he held their tiny little bodies close to him, they felt as pure as innocent as they looked, their eyes stayed on him, and they look like they know that his is the father.

𝕎ilbur feels his tiny children give him so much warmth from their little bodies and from their little innocent smiles that he would, if he could, keep these children with him all the time, in his arms.

"I want them to be able to feel normal and loved by their parents as well as the world." Wilbur says.

Tears stream down his cheeks from happiness and a lack of belief in reality.

"I love you." Wilbur says and his voice breaks, and he can feel his throat drying up from crying.

𝕎ilbur begins to whisper over and over how he loves his children, as if making sure his words are true and full of emotion.

His children in his arms Tallulah and Constantine. Hugging their little bodies together is something not of this earth. He wants -no.

He will give them the whole world and more.

Wilbur laughs softly, rocking the children in his arms, wanting to kiss them from their feet to the top of their little heads full of curls, curls that are inherited from him because they are his children, his two little treasures. Their eyes gaze into his person.

If he could, he would have reacted differently when the nurses came in, as if he knew immediately that they were his children. Wilbur would have jumped with happiness and delight.

ℍe opens his eyes wide when he feels his daughter begin to make a newborn babble making the saliva on her lips to bubble.

"You little one. You can't talk yet, and already you want to tell me something?" laughs Wilbur.

“𝕐es, my dear, I am your dad Tallulah." says the President softly to his little daughter. "Constantine, I'm your daddy too." he adds and smiles at his son, who strenuously tries to pull away from him as if they already want to explore the world on their own.

The man's eyes, red from tears, his cheeks red from happiness, are contorted from his smile, cradling both of them in his arms as he slowly deposits first Constantine into the hospital cradle and then Tallulah.

𝕋houghts devoid of darkness, only images of his children and imagining what they will look like tomorrow, next week, next year, as kids, as teenagers.

Their lives will be full of love from him, so much so that they will probably be sick of him as soon as they realise how much Wilbur loves them and intends to love them.

"I'm already proud of you, and all you do is be innocent." Wilbur says and places his big slender hands on their little bodies as if to give them a sign that he is still beside them, his words are full of love and sincerity.

𝕎ithout holding back tears, Wilbur allows himself to be seen as a vulnerable man, as a human being, as a father proud to be able to watch his children.

Wilbur's head throbbed with an overwhelming surge of emotion, tears threatening to spill from the corners of his closed eyes.

The intensity of the pain was almost tangible, pulsating through his veins, each beat of his heart echoing the depth of his feelings. In that moment, everything he had ever hoped for, dreamed of, and loved seemed encapsulated within him.

He could sense the life coursing through his veins, imagining the intricate workings of his hopes, dreams, and love intertwining within him. The profound joy of being a parent, the pure and simple happiness it brought, washed over him like a tidal wave.

The flood of emotions threatened to overwhelm him, and Wilbur could feel his chest tightening as tears gathered, threatening to spill over. It was as if his soul was overflowing, unable to contain the immense love and longing for his family.

𝕀n that corridor, in the presence of his newborn son and daughter, the weight of presidential responsibilities felt inconsequential. Wilbur's identity as a father, the father of two precious angels lying before him, eclipsed everything else.

𝕀n the hushed corridor, amidst the subtle hum of the surroundings, words seemed inadequate, unnecessary.

𝕎ilbur's world condensed into the warmth of his touch on his newborn son and daughter. As his gentle hands caressed their tiny bodies, a serene calmness descended upon the infants, lulling them into a peaceful slumber.

Gazing upon his and Reader's children, Wilbur was awestruck by their delicate presence. They were small, fragile beings, their vulnerability juxtaposed against the enormity of his love for them.

Their little hands, so minuscule and delicate, seemed almost invisible compared to Wilbur's large, encompassing hands.

In that moment, he felt the weight of responsibility and the boundless affection that fatherhood brought.

The thought of their happiness and the laughter that would fill their lives warmed his heart.

"𝕀'm— I'm a father," Wilbur murmured softly, his voice tinged with both tears and elation.

"I'll take care of you—You'll be such beautiful babies," Wilbur whispered with a gentle, exultant breath. His voice was filled with tenderness and a promise that echoed through the hospital. "Your mother will be so happy to see you, such sweet little cuties."

He spoke as if making a solemn vow, promising to provide them with all the care, love, and tenderness they deserved.

Despite the bittersweet absence of Reader's presence in that moment, Wilbur's words held a promise—a promise of a loving family awaiting her return, a promise to cherish and nurture the beautiful babies that would bring immense joy into their lives.

ℙresident opens his eyes and looks towards the corridor to the operating theatre, his thoughts slowly coming out of their haze as he remembers that Reader had been stabbed. She glances at the nurses who are further down the corridor, waiting for Wilbur to allow the babies to be moved temporarily to the Maternity Unit.

Is his life that nice? Has the luck finally fallen on him and Reader that they are finally, after many trials, able to have a family?

"I want us both to live the life we've always dreamt of, together..." Wilbur says and lets the nurses take his children.

𝕎ilbur closed his eyes and began to daydream, waiting for his wife, for the next step in their life's.

𝔸s Wilbur sat on the chair, he found solace in the comforting image of a brighter world, a world of dreams and hopes. In this world, he and Reader were together, filled with happiness, and their children thrived, growing into remarkable individuals.

In this idyllic world, the pain and loss that had just struck him were replaced by warmth and contentment. His heart swelled with love for Reader and the children, and a soft smile graced his lips as he envisioned a life filled with laughter, shared moments, and boundless love.

In his mind's eye, he watched his family grow, witnessing the joy of fatherhood, the bonds they shared, and the happiness that radiated from every corner of their lives. In this world, he knew his deepest desires would be realized, and his dreams would come true, for a brighter future was on the horizon, waiting for him to step into it.

Waiting to be fulfilled.

ℂaught in the whirlwind of his aspirations, Wilbur's mind painted vivid images of the family he longed for. He could almost see the radiant joy on his wife's face as she cradled their first childs, a moment he yearned for but couldn't experience at that very moment. The laughter of their children, Tallulah and Constantine, echoed in his mind, envisioning a future where they played and frolicked together, filling their home with happiness.

"I have a family..." His voice quivered, breaking into choked sobs, a mix of joy, yearning, and sorrow intertwining in his heart.

"I wish things stay that way," Wilbur murmured, his words tinged with a profound longing for stability and happiness.

Fresh tears traced the contours of his face, mirroring the emotional turmoil within him. In that fleeting moment, amidst the overwhelming joy of fatherhood, Wilbur's heart ached for the assurance of a future where his dream of a complete, harmonious family remained unscathed by the uncertainties that shadowed his present.

ℍis silent prayer carried the weight of hope and desperation, a wish for the preservation of the fragile happiness he held within his heart.

𝕀n his mind, he could already see it so perfectly. He could see the birth of his children, and he could see their lives being so full of light and brightness.

He imagined the warmth of them in his arms, their brown curly hair tickling his nose, the little soft breaths they'd take while sleeping next to him.

ℍe delved into his fantasy for a decent half hour.

"𝕄r. President..." the doctor comes out of the operating room "We're going to wake her up." he says after a moment, and Wilbur rubs his eyes and looks at the doctor, who smiles.

"She's alive?" Wilbur asked with a hopeful voice, his eyes lighting up.

He quickly stood up and let out a sigh. How much he was thankful in that moment.

"The stabbing did not harm the babies or Mrs Reader, it only cut the placenta." explains the doctor. "The only thing that will remain is a scar but if she takes care of it, it will fade over time." he says after a while.

"Will I be... able to see her? I want to tell her that kids are - Can I show her our children?" He quickly asked.

𝕎ilbur needed to see his wife.

The doctor nods and leads Wilbur into the recovery room. Reader is lying on the bed, her belly covered by the duvet and her face all sweaty, but still pretty and full of life.

𝕎ilbur approached his wife's bedside with a tender urgency, gently clasping her hand and planting a soft kiss on her palm. "My brave woman. You don't even know how much I love you, my dearest," he murmured, his eyes fixed on Reader's face, her eyelids fluttering as if searching for the return of consciousness. He noticed the traces of blood that had been carefully washed away by the nurses.

"𝕋allulah and Constantine, Constantine and Tallulah, are with us. They are healthy and beautiful," Wilbur whispered, his voice quivering with a mixture of relief and hope as he spoke to his wife, who was gradually emerging from her prolonged unconscious state.

The room seemed to hold its breath, hanging onto the fragile moment, waiting for any sign of acknowledgment or response from Reader. Wilbur's heart ached with anticipation, yearning for his wife's awakening and the possibility of sharing the news of their children's well-being with her.

𝕎ilbur's heart soared with a rush of joy as he noticed the nurses cradling his children in the same manner, their tiny forms nestled in the comfort of the cradles. A smile stretched across his face, warm and genuine, witnessing both Tallulah and Constantine moving their eyes, taking in the ceiling and their surroundings.

Their alertness filled Wilbur with a sense of relief and delight.

The sight of his children, awake and curious, sparked an overwhelming sense of wonder and gratitude within him. Their presence filled the room with an indescribable sense of hope, a promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities.

"𝕎ilby...?" Reader's voice weak, yet audible, "How are you feeling?" asks Reader, and Wilbur immediately kisses her on the forehead.

"The question is - How you feel?" corrects her, Wilbur asks gently, seeing the life on his lover's face.

ℝeader's eyes are all red and she looks like she has been through hell.

She has been stabbed and had a caesarean section.

Reader looks at Wilbur, tears of hope running down her face when she sees that Wilbur looks towards the cradles that are next to her.

"Tallulah and Constantine?" asks Reader hopefully. Wilbur looked at Reader, her face all red and exhausted. He was worried for her but happy.

"My love ... look," he whispered, gently lifting first Constantine and then Tallulah. Both full of life and curiosity at the world around them.

"It's them," Wilbur confirmed.

Reader cries when she sees children. She covers her face with her hand and tries to hold back the tears that are falling anyway.

"Our angel troublemakers." Reader says and her voice breaking. "Constantine and Tallulah."

𝕎ilbur let out a few sobs at the sight of his wife crying.

"Yes... Tallulah and Constantine,"

He moved to the side of the bed and gently placed Constantine in Reader's arms.

"You give me a family. I love you, Reader. Thank you, my love." Wilbur whispered to his wife, who he couldn't imagine living without after all these years of love and support for one another.

Wilbur's eyes filled up at the sight of his wife crying in the bed.

"ℍey..." He whispered; Wilbur gently rocks Tallulah who touches his clothes, as he sat down on the bed next to her. Reader's words struck him with profound pride, and he kissed her gently. "I know, my love. I know," he whispered back.

"𝕐ou... you're the light in my life... the one that inspires me to be better." Now he just wanted her to stay alive, to be healthy. "The world is not against us. Not anymore." He said with a faint smile.

Wilbur took Reader's hand in his and gently held it.

He didn't want to have a world without her.

"I can't imagine a world without you, my love. I you are so important to me. I love you so much, Reader," Wilbur let out a small moan, his voice breaking as he spoke. “We are parents. We have twins. You did it.” Wilbur told his wife.

Reader cries like a small child hugging her child.

"They have your hair." sobs the woman and hugs Constantine more as the small boy try touch with his dressed hand his mother's eye.

"I know." Wilbur sighed. “Constantine have your eyes, and Tallulah mine. And look! Tallulah, she has the same moles as my father!” He laughs.

𝕎ilbur let out a chuckle. "Tallulah seems to have my temper... Constantine... he's more like you." chuckled again. “Curious about the world, when he was in the cradle, the first thing he did was probably already planning an escape!"

"Ha ha! A little rule-breaker for us or a traveller after all, eh?" Reader asks and kisses her son on the tip of his nose, making it easier for him to finally touch her eye. "Tallulah would probably enjoy playing instruments like you and Constantine would probably do writing like me."

Wilbur smiled at the thought of their children.

"Yeah, but there's still a lot of time ahead of them to choose. You don't know, maybe they'll both surprise us? Maybe they'll show us another option for life?"" Wilbur laughed.

"𝕎ilbur. I'm not the one who did it." Olga says and with her free hand, in which she is not holding her son, she reaches out to touch Wilbur's hand. "We did it, we have a family, and... We are the parents of these little angels."