#wilbursoot fanfiction

[elliot-soot]

I wrote this based on Jubilee line from your city gave me asthma.

It was supposed to be for school but I'm also gonna post it here cuz I really loved writing it and it is related enough :)

*'----------------------------Jubilee line-----------------------------'*

1007 words

2 hours

its like the clocked had betrayed me. Like it had chosen to run

its thin hands of time just slow enough for me to feel it fade. To feel the rope connecting the

two of us as we moved threw the apartment tether and tie itself to only the objects left

behind.

The words spoken like daggers to the heart and mind stabbing deep and swiftly with no

regard. All missing the line I so desperately hoped would be cut to free the pit in my stomach

and the tightening in my chest.

I wished I could have said it surprised me. I wish I could have described the feeling as a

surprise and a swift cut. But the more I sat, the more we weaved around one and other

without a word as if only to coexist without mention or notice of one and other.

Those daggers if ever to be planted were supposed to uproot my being. Cause me to call

friends desperately trying to piece together what I was unable to build on my own.

But instead, I knew. From the moment you opened your mouth that night. The knives had

been planted, placed, dangerously from minute one. Wavering. Slowly pushing deep within

with every lack of words, lack of feeling, lack of attention drawn from one and other. The

sharp pain wasn’t new or sudden.

I held the door open that night. The apartment dimmed every step you took threw the old

musted and water damaged halls of the cheapest apartment we could find. At the time it was

easy to overlook.

The taste of soil and earth that drained itself, only ever cold from the kitchen sink was

only something I agreed to in haste. In condition. Now the condensation on the glass feels

wasted and irritating as I take labored sips of the stale and potent liquid.

the air that drew threw the cracked windows

always drew in the frigid cold. I tolerated it. On conditions alone. Promises of getting out

together. Now you leave not removed nor untethered from me. connected to the old jacket

you left in the closet, your painting you framed arrogantly and boastfully above the old

stained couch, and the shoes, you left simply because they would never get you where you

needed to go.

It had only been a day. You left to stay in a hotel till the subway could take you where

you needed to go. Yet I still couldn’t figure out why that couldn’t be here.

In this old stale apartment. Littered with only slightly good furniture and appliances.

Filled with cracks and leaks that we would hide behind wall decorations and under rugs.

Where I had spent my night throat sore and raw from yelling questions at the impossibly thin

and un-responding walls. Begging for the reasons you didn’t give me. Didn’t explain.

My lips were left chapped and salted by tears and dehydration as I fall asleep with a

pounding headache and tight chest leaving it hard to breath.

The next thing my dizzying thoughts comprehend is a message, clearly un rehearsed and

unedited written in haste on the way to the station. Sent at 11:58pm. The words spelt wrong

left without punctuation or poetic feelings that you used to weave in so effortlessly with

every seemingly normal and humane message lacking and seemingly unavailable now.

Without second thought my feet on the concrete side walks. Pounding and racing heartily

down deserted and empty walkways once bustling with the people of business that fitted so

seamlessly into the London atmosphere.

My throaty still soar and hoarse my cheeks still wet from the tears shed earlier that night.

Not much earlier. Only leaving for a hour of restless rest.

My legs seem to easily allow me to trip, and plummet distracted by them. Distracted by

what ifs. My knees now dented, bloodied, ruined and broken open and seasoned in the dirt

and dust of the somehow unrelentingly quiet city.

I pick myself up unwillingly. My body seeming to give up. To chose to truly undo what I had tried to desperately to do.

With heavy breath and blood tainting my blemished and beaten knees I continue my now

staggered pursuit of the underground rails.

They were about to leave, about to be gone. They had chosen someone else and yet all I

could do was move forward towards the spaces below the seemingly abandoned city streets.

I clammer down the stairs. It stings. It stings physically, it stings internally. The emotion

wells up in my eyes taking form of salted tears that soil my cheeks but not for the first time

since they had said they needed to leave.

The moist dirty smell so strong it corrodes and taints my palette forcing a cough and a

gage as I race out into the gate.

I see them.

Then I don’t.

The train begins to lurch forward and race its way around from the platform with speed I

could never match. With the person I could never let go. The only thing I can think is how

close they were. The way they had just stepped onto the shuttle to take them away from here.

From me.

How if he had just been quicker, he could have grabbed the edge of their green bomber jacket sleeve and at least said a untainted and genuine goodbye.

One meant to send them off to someone else with my warmest regards and my unwilling

understanding. With my hopes for them to be safe and that they take of themselves even though I wouldn’t be there to see or aid them. To tell them I rather die then wish them ill or

hurt them.

But they were gone.

Down the tunnel.

Gated off and bared just out of reach.

After all.

Maybe there’s a reason London put barriers on the rail.

[haunted-headset]

🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

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There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

[deadqueerboys]

Our show - Wilbur Soot x Singer! Male! Reader

Warnings: Cheating (M/n cheating on his partner with Wilbur), Wilbur might be a little asshole. Everyone is an asshole.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!!

M/n frowns, he couldn't even explain how pissed off he was, all because of his stupid friend! Ugh, if he could call Wilbur as a friend.. maybe a co-worker? They just talk about songs or streams, which was amazing, so when Wilbur called him to make an appearance together with him, he thought it would be fun. When the concert ended, everything was looking clear. M/n sang the song he made thinking about his partner. The sweet and clingy lyrics made an amazing melody that both of they were playing in the guitar, different notes so they could explore it more. But Wilbur had to do it, specifically when a lot of people were seeing it.

They agreed on making a little act for the show. Obviously, it would be something more romantic, but never a romance between Wilbur and M/n! He even thought Wilbur had a girlfriend by the way he acts. Maybe he had.. was he a cheater? He doesn't seem to care about the fact of M/n dating someone. Wilbur got close to him again, suddenly making the dressing room look so tiny and tight. Wilbur's kind smile showed up while he placed his hand on M/n's shoulder.

"Come on, don't be like that, you know that was great!" Wilbur says in a lovely way, that was even worse. Wilbur had an idea of playing it like if they were telling a history, it would be fun if it didn't involve they both kissing!

"Great? Are you kidding me?! My partner is going to be so pissed off.. Act like a couple for a show it's already too far from my boundaries. Imagine cheating in the middle of my first show." He sighs, not even looking up. He keeps his head on his hands, speaking in a lower tone, making his best not to sound angry.

"You worry too much." He grabs M/n's chin, making he look at him before kissing him with passion. It was quick because M/n got pissed off and spread them apart, but Wilbur enjoyed it like a kid eating candy.

"Are you nuts?!" Oblivious to his real anger, he slaps Wilbur. He can't contain himself after that. He hits his shoulder and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, walking towards him until Wilbur is pressed against the cold wall of his dressing room. "I should fucking punch you.." M/n sighs angrily, resting his head on Wilbur's shoulder while still letting his grip tight.

"No need." Wilbur shrugs, bringing his head up to kiss him again, waiting peacefully for another slap when they get off of each other.

Instead, he's welcomed with a rough kiss and M/n pulling him closer with his grip. They both know it is a bad idea. Cheating right in front of the crowd might have an explanation.. but in the background, kissing with such harmony and passion like they did.. you can't fake that.

M/n is annoyed by his own temper, and he knows there's an easy and quick way of getting away from his anger. He kisses Wilbur again and puts his hands underneath Wilbur's shirt, his sweaty body feeling hot and nasty, perfect for the next action they were doing.

Wilbur wraps his arms around M/n's neck, grabbing his hair to get rid of his own stress and energy from being so close of who he believes is the love of his life, or just his fuck of tonight. He smirks and pets the boy's head, giving him a big hint of where to go.

He nods, guiding his hands down to be inside Wilbur's pants. At first, M/n moans in surprise with the feeling of the hard crotch being so ready for him. But quickly, he tries to recover himself and do a good job, using the skills he learned from a lot of years in a relationship. His hand moves to the tip and down on the base, certifying himself to give him pleasure and take care of him at the same time. M/n uses Wilbur's pre-cum and sweat to stroke him faster, making the situation more comfortable.

Even with that, he can't help but put his pants down, looking at Wilbur's cock like a prize. M/n cups him with his hand again, stroking him even faster and roughly as he comes back to feel anger. The thing is.. now he wouldn't stop. Fuck his partner and fuck the crowd, this is person. It's between M/n and Wilbur.

The older is begging, whimpering and biting his own lips so he doesn't moan too loud. He could even want to show people their romance, just not the beginning of their sexual life. Wilbur taps M/n's shoulder, his smirk being full of lust, and the thought of what might happen next.

M/n gets on his knees, stroking Wilbur's base while he takes the maximum that he can on his mouth. It feels too big, too large for someone who wasn't used to it. He takes it off and looks to the side. He coughs, pathetically.

"Oh, is it too big? Doesn't your little partner have such a length?" Wilbur teases, slapping his cock on M/n's face before forcing himself inside his mouth. He grabs his hair and guides his head down, the feeling of such a tight throat making he think that M/n might just be a dumb virgin after all. Wilbur doesn't hold much longer. He knows that if he does, M/n will have to explain more and more to his partner - or ex partner..

He rolls his eyes, his cum settling itself on the guy's tongue and throat as M/n swallow it with remorse. M/n gets up and looks at Wilbur, a frown on his face and a disappointment look on his sad eyes.

"Your office next weekend?" M/n asks, it isn't his type of stuff. His mind is empty, only with one strong thought and it was Wilbur's cock.

"Sure thing." Wilbur nods, smiling at M/n with hope.

[roxiezsxx]

Angel! Wilbur AU

Headcannons

!! Mentions of stalking !!

-Angelbur, who when first meets you is enthralled by your demeanor.

-Angelbur, who becomes infatuated with keeping you safe and out of harms way, always blaming it on "being the right thing to do,"

-Angelbur, who can't handle it when your touch lingers.

-Angelbur, who worships the ground you walk on despite it being a sin to believe in false dietes, in his eyes- you're a Goddess/God.

-Angelbur who whimpers as he ruts helplessly into his pillow, needing you badly. "F-fuck pleasepleaseplease- I'll be such a good boy.."

-Angelbur, who stalks you believing it to be harmless and he's only checking up on you good friends do that, right?

-Angelbur who touches himself to a picture he has of the both of you.

-Angelbur who finally gets you on a date, seeing you in an outfit that was slightly revealing makes him froth at the mouth with lust.

-Angelbur who gently leads you to the bed- his wings covering your eyes for the surprise

-Angelbur who reveals the bedroom to be set up with candles and rose petals.

-Angelbur who gently massages your shoulder and sucks at your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear

-Angelbur who feels guilty while you guys have sex before marriage, however when you begin to take lead he's all for it

-Angelbur who is vocal and can't stop moaning loud.

-Angelbur who grabs needily at your hair, your chest/tits as his eyes rollback

-Angelbur who slams into you as he buries his seed inside of you,

-Angelbur who's guilty for bruising your thighs from his grip on them,

-Angelbur who pulls out slowly and showers your face with kisses whispering about how good you were an how good you made him feel

-Angelbur who grabs you a towel and cleans you up before running the both of you a bath

-Angelbur who washes and massages your back for you, not wanting to let go of you now that he finally had you

-Angelbur who dries your body off and gives you and old large t-shirt.

-Angelbur who lays you down in his bed

-Angelbur who cooks the both of you your favourite meal and turns the TV on

-Angelbur who stares at you lovingly while you ate.

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A/N

I apologize If it's shit!! I was in a rush and had to write on my phone also so sorry how short it is!! I couldn't think of much things 。ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ。

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[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.

[hivemindscape]

It is crushing to have to say, that Sun, known as @sundial-at-night​ in the community, passed away on 19th of February, from heart failure. She went in her sleep.

Sun was amazing in every way. Her power of will - unmatched. Her energy - literally sunshine. What ever she pursued, she dedicated her entire self to. She found joy in all corners of the life that was unfair to her since birth. She had big beautiful plans.

If you want to appreciate the works Sun put incredible passion and excitement into, here’s her Ao3. You might know her crimeboys centric fics, "New Deceit's an Old Design" series, the Hunger Games au, the Dust Bowl au, the big marvel fic "Let Me Know if It Gets Above a Six". Her side blog is @tiny-cacti-magnet​. Spreading of this post is very appreciated

Being connected to people via fandoms, creating and being recognised was crucial in the last years of her life. Sun fought hard to escape the choking confines of the culture she grew up in, every word of hers you’re reading is an achievement in ways you don’t know. She didn’t get enough time to run away physically, in the end, but her mind and her art was free.

Every piece of her that is left in any one of her readers' minds is priceless. So I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for perceiving her, for giving her feedback, for leaving a like, for making her smile, for making her happy. 

We were each other's soulmates and future. She was the love of my life. She inspired me like no one before her did, and most prominent instances weren't even fandom related. Sun made me want to fight for a life I was excited to live. That fight is gone, now. But I want her stories to be forever.

[cloverlilly91]

WOOOOOO SECOND FICTOBER FIC

I had fun writing this hehehhwhahahaha

Ship is: Transmasc! Revivedbur x Quackity

Trigger warnings for: a/b/o universe, detailed NSFW bc I'm gay like that, PEGGING, body worship

I had fun writing this, so hopefully, you guys have fun reading it!!

ENJOYYYY!!!!

taglist: @lillyspeakz @simpburtheloser

God. Fucking. Damnit.

Wilbur was out of heat suppressant pills. And he had a strong urge to fuck something. Or more specifically... someone.

He made his way out of his cabin, taking quick but measured steps towards Las Nevadas. Was he meant to be there? No. Was he going to go just to mess with Quackity and hopefully get to fuck him? Absolutely.

He snuck into Las Nevadas, quickly making his way to Quackity's office with a smug grin. His pheromones were releasing like crazy, and it made him want to fuck Quackity the second he saw him. But he wouldn't do that. Yeah, he was crazy, but he wasn't a monster. He followed the scent of Quackity's stress, grinning as he entered the office. "Well, if it isn't my favorite duck," he said mockingly. Quackity's head shot up, and he glared at Wilbur. "Hijo de la- What do you want, Wilbur," he snapped, flaring his wings angrily. "Oh calm down ducky, I just wanted to see you," Wilbur replied, his tone one he would often use on Tommy when treating him like a little kid.

Quackity's eyes narrowed, and he sighed angrily. "Whatever you want, forget about it. You're not getting shit from me," he hissed. Wilbur chuckled, his pheromones releasing into the air as he took long, steady strides toward Quackity. Quackity's eyes widened as he finally caught a whiff of Wilbur's scent, realizing why Wilbur was there. "You're in heat," he said. It wasn't a question. "Indeed I am, and I want you to let me fuck you. Just for tonight, and we can pretend it never happened. In return, I'll leave you and your country alone... for a while," Wilbur responded, grinning.

Quackity thought for a bit, eventually sighing and standing up. "Fine. But just this once. If you ever ask me for something like this again I'm killing you." "Understood," was all Wilbur said, walking to Quackity's side. "Por qué estoy haciendo esta chingadera," Quackity muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Wilbur asked, leaning down to plant a kiss on Quackity's neck. "Nothing," he responded, shuddering at the kiss to his neck. "I think you're lying," Wilbur said, almost teasingly as he reached for Quackity's belt.

Quackity's breath caught in his throat as Wilbur's fingers brushed over his length. Involuntarily, his hips bucked up, chasing Wilbur's touch. Wilbur chuckled, a smirk forming on his lips. "You that desperate? Fucking whore," he teased. "Shut up, I don't exactly have a lot of time for shit like this," Quackity huffed, gasping as Will wrapped his hand around Quackity's clothed dick, squeezing him.

"Fuck," Quackity hissed, gritting his teeth. Wilbur chuckled, slowly rubbing him. "Stupid little whore," he teased, pulling Quackity out of his seat and pinning him against the wall. Quackity let out a surprised quack as Wilbur pulled down his pants, biting his lip as he slipped the tip of his middle finger in him. "Ay, mierda," he murmured, arching his back to meet Wilbur's touch, making the ex-president laugh. "That needy already?" he teased. "Shut up!" Quackity snapped.

From somewhere only gods know where Wilbur pulled out a strap-on and lube. "Where in the fuck were you hiding that?" Quackity questioned. "Wouldn't you like to know," Wilbur said as he took off his clothes. He put the toy on, decidedly keeping his chest binder on as he lubed Quackity up. "Ay, that's cold," Quackity hissed. "Oh, calm down. I might hate you, but I don't want to hurt you when we're fucking," Wilbur snapped, his hips suddenly thrusting forward to thrust into Quackity.

"Fuck!" Quackity cried out, clenching around the toy as he struggled to breathe. He hadn't been fucked in so long, and the sudden intrusion caught him off guard. Arching his back, he grinded his hips against the toy, desperate for some form of satisfaction. Wilbur chuckled darkly, grasping Quackity's hips harshly to keep him still, drawing a whine from the man. "You have to say it, use your words," Wilbur teased, smirking.

"Kill yourself," Quackity growled, struggling against Wilbur's hold. "Awww, you're so mean!" Wilbur pouted, pretending to be hurt. He reached around, grabbing Quackity's cock and squeezing. "Use your words," he hissed, glaring at Q. Quackity whined, bucking his hips slightly. "Fine," he spat. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Wilbur laughed, thrusting agonizingly slowly into Quackity. "That's good, but not good enough." Quackity whined, bucking his hips to get more friction.

"What, you want me to beg?"

"That is exactly what I want."

Quackity groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "You're annoying," he huffed.

"I know."

Quackity gasped as Wilbur bucked his hips forward, shoving the toy even deeper. "Fuck," he whined, leaning against the wall. "Hm? What was that?" Wilbur asked. "Fuck me..." Quackity whimpered, his thoughts hazy already. Wilbur chuckled. "Already being fucked stupid, eh?" He asked, starting to thrust into Quackity, his pace slow and measured. Quackity moaned, arching his back to meet Wilbur's thrusts. "You bitch," he muttered. "How am I the bitch?" Wilbur questioned, harshly thrusting into Quackity. Letting go of Quackity's hips, Wilbur let his hands roam over Quackity's body, gently brushing over every scar, burn, and marks that have yet to fade. Quackity shuddered, his wings fluttering manically.

Leaning down, Wilbur gently nipped at the base of Quackity's wings, making him cry out in pleasure. He began to pepper kisses along Quackity's back, focusing on the area between his wings. "Fucking-" Quackity cut himself off with a moan as Wilbur nipped at the base of his wings. Wilbur sped up the pace of his thrusts, making Quackity cry out in pleasure.

"You bitch!" he whined, leaning heavily against Wilbur, who was palming him and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, his other hand wandering over Quackity's body. "Oh, calm down. I'm just making you feel good," Wilbur said, caressing one of Quackity's wings. "Fuck, so close," Quackity whined, thrusting into Wilbur's hand desperately.

Without warning, Wilbur squeezed Quackity's length, giving him the final push he needed. He spilled onto Wilbur's hand, whining. Wilbur chuckled and pulled out of him, kissing his neck. "Good boy," he teased, Quackity leaning against the wall and trying to catch his breath. "Go fuck yourself," Quackity panted as Wilbur got dressed. Wilbur glanced back at Quackity, pulling his coat on. "I gladly will," he teased, walking out and leaving Quackity to clean himself up.

[justanormalfangirlx2]

confession

a wilbur soot x y/n one shot!!

BEGIN HERE:

it happened accidentally, none of it was how either of you wanted to confess your feelings for each other this way.

it was a dark saturday night, you and wilbur headed out to the bars to bar hop and get some drinks. after the fifth bar, wilbur decided that it was time for you guys to head back to your place, since it was the closest.

you were stumbling, you’re not a lightweight by any means but you’re also not a heavyweight either, a sort of in between, you’d say. however, this night, you were drunk. there’s nothing lightly you can say about that.

wilbur helped you walk while you were babbling out, “you’re just so handsome wilbur! like i could just kiss you, smoochy smoochy lips.”

he laughed and shook his head. “oh y/n, you’re making this hard for me.”

you looked up to him, with a drunk smile on your face. “wilbyyyyy,” you pout. “i want a kiss.”

he sighed and kissed your head. “there. we’re both drunk enough to not remember this conversation tomorrow.”

you sighed against him. “i love you, wilby.”

he held you close as he opened your door. “i love you too, y/n. but you’re drunk and you won’t remember anything about tonight, alright?”

you yawned and climbed into your bed. “stay with me, will.”

he nodded and sat on the bed. “of course, y/n, anything for you.”

he held you close and smiled. “good night, y/n.”

you turned and kissed his lips lightly. “goodnight, sweetheart.”

wilbur turned towards you, groaned, and kissed you passionately. “y/n, i love you too. i always have, since the first day in kindergarten when you stood up and sung your abc’s till the day you die. i love you, y/n m/n l/n.”

you started to cry. “and i love you too, wilbur soot. since seventh grade when you stood up to those bullies for me and your adorkable squeaky voice, i love you, and i always will.”

The End

[fakeboygirlbortion]

The Pythia 🕊️⭐️

(from the amazing fic Through A Glass Divine by the one and only @bonesandthebees)

[drac0line1nn1t]

So I wrote a continuation to my Haloween fic?

yes I did, happy Valentines day fuckers, enjoy pain :D

[haunted-headset]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[poraphia]

"Twitter Headcanons Status: Dating!"

pairing • wilbur x reader twitter posts • 8.31.23 containing • cute little moments between reader and wilbur on twitter! just for funsies really hehe my masterlist • ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“we're a little quirked up on the bird app.”

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a / n ~ ykw i shouldve used will's priv account for this. might do more just different stages of relationship like friendzoned or ldr <333 reblogs and likes superrr appreciated!!

[roxiezsxx]

Angelbur! AU pet names

ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

-Angelburs pet names for you may include but not limited to:

Divine

Pearl

Dear

Sugar

My love

My boy/girl

My darling

-Your pet names for Angelbur that may include but not limited to

-My love

-Honey

-Angel

-My boy

-Prince

-My pretty boy

-Mine

-Baby

Wilbur coils his arms unto your waist as you cook- his nose resting in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of bubble bath, you could practically feel his grin.

"My love, you smell delicious what bubble bath have you been using?"

he'd question you, whispering into your ear as his wings fluffed up behind him.

"The lemon scented one I believe, Honey."

You'd reply turning around to face him. You loved domestic moments like these, Wilbur was always off doing work for his father (philza) so alone time for the two of you was welcomed dearly.

"Honey?" Wilbur questioned the nickname that you'd gave him with his toothy grin. "Ain't that sweet huh, sugar."

He practically purred, picking you up and placing you on the side beside the stove you had been cooking on.

"Fits you though doesn't it my love?"

You chuckled as he kissed your mouth with such tenderness as if you were a porcelain doll he was afraid to break

"Suppose it does, my pearl- now let me finish the cooking, mm?"

He spoke kissing you on the lips again before turning to what you had been cooking and began to continue on with it.

[projectq1n]

One of my favorite drawings <3

Thank you @/emiartse for writing TGP!

(They’ve already seen this drawing so I don’t wanna tag them again lol)

[mon-moonfae]

New Crimeboys Fanfic ☺️