#william gold x reader

[lillyspeakz]

just hear me out (let me in)

a/n : bts fic! Have fun! The ending is rushed I apologize!! I have two other fics like this in the works so be patient my loves :)

warnings : making out, a lot of fluff, sexual innuendo(s), pet names, crack basically-

edited: HA! Nope.

wc: 5.6 k

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You decided to join the boys on their adventure as they filmed a new music video for their new single, in a Russian submarine.

Wilbur had been sat next to you as you leaned against him, falling asleep on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, being too early in the morning for a human to be up. Wilbur had told you countless of times that you didn’t need to come, how you’d have much more fun staying home then being out with the boys, which you called bullshit on him. You wanted to go. You wanted to support the boys and to support Wil, to be there with him and have fun.

Wilbur had finally given in and let you come with, dealing with your whines of how it’s too early and how you hated whoever made the reservation so early. Wilbur laughed at your complaints, knowing they didn’t mean anything, helping you get changed into a comfortable outfit for the day.

You let out a small yawn as you snuggled into the man’s jacket even further, the soft material lulling you further and further into a dream like state. Wilbur had brought his hand to your hair, rubbing your head as he softly hummed in your ear.

As the car came to a stop, Wilbur had tapped your head gently, alerting you that you made it to the final destination, needing to get out.

“5 more minutes…” you whispered out to him as you wrapped around him once more.

Wilbur cooed at you as he held you. “Later darling, promise. But for now we have to get this started if we want to be done at a reasonable time yeah?” Wilbur said as you nodded and begrudgingly got up, Wilbur laughing at your hair as it stood up in some places. “Come here..”

Wilbur ran his hands through your hair, fixing the strands as he did, cupping your tired face as he pecked your soft lips. A smile grew on your face as he giggled at you, caressing your cheekbone as David poked his head into the van and groaned.

“Stop being in love for 5 seconds and let’s get going, you’ll have all day to be close.” David sighed as he left the two of you alone, Wilbur chuckling at his attitude as you sighed.

“I’m going-“

“5 more minutes.” Wilbur mumbled as he brought you back in, kissing you once more, smiles growing on both of your faces as you leaned in further.

-

You eventually got out of the car, Wilbur trailing behind you as you entered the dressing room, the warmth fogging up his glasses making you laugh as he held onto you.

Mark was already getting his makeup done as Joe and Ash got ready. You and Wil both found an empty table to set your things at, Wilbur leaving momentarily to grab his outfit that he had to change into.

As the boys all got dressed and got make up done, Wilbur finally came back, blue button up shirt and corduroy pants in tacked. To say he looked good was an understatement as you checked him out for longer than you should have.

“Like what you see?” The man teased as he smirked down at you, grabbing the belt that was on the table. You scoffed as watched him loop the belt around his waist, laughing at Mark when he tried to convince the group of his cooking skills.

“Who wouldn’t.” You murmured as you looked back down at your phone, playing the game you were previously playing before getting- distracted.

“What was that love?” Wilbur crouched down to be eye level with you, smirk back on his face as he saw your face turn red, laughing as you hid your face in your hands. “Don’t hide now darling, repeat what you said, I’m dying to know.”

“You heard me loud and clear…” you pecked his lips once more, leaning back in your chair as he smiled up at you. He leaned back in, placing one last peck on your cheek as he walked over to get his make up done, red beanie in hand that he was borrowing (stealing) from you.

Eventually all the boys were done, and all you were waiting for was the go ahead to make your way to the submarine. Wilbur had made it his mission to have plenty of meaningless conversations filled with random sounds, while Joe and the rest of the guys made fun the clothes they had on.

Eventually you found yourself by the glass window looking out on the body of water just outside the building, watching the swans and different birds silently.

“Swan.” Looking over you saw Wilbur standing next to you, Elodie quickly coming over. He looked down at you as you laughed in confusion.

“What?!”

“Swan.” You let out a laugh as he repeated the word, Elodie getting up close to his face as he cracked a bit.

“You are something else.” You told the man as Elodie filmed the birds outside as Wilbur looked at you with a smile, wrapping his arms around you as he did.

“You love me for it.” Wilbur admitted for you as you shook your head at him, resting it on his chest.

“Damn right I do.”

-

As you all got confirmation to go out to the dock, Wilbur had put on his rather unique coat, leaving you with his old winter coat that fit like a dress almost. You loved it, it still smelt like him and it felt like a big hug from the man, even if he was currently on top of you at every waking step.

As you all stood waiting for the boat to come pick you up, Joe had brought the mannequin arm out, trying to tease the swan closest to him. It ultimately failed as it ended up hissing at the fake hand, avoiding it at all cost.

“Let me try…”

“Wil that’s a terrible idea!” You denied his wished immediately, not wanting to see this bird angry.

“It’s ok, I’m not gonna hurt it!” He exclaimed to you as you scoffed at him and watched the man kneel on the ground, reaching the arm out to the bird once more. “Beautiful creatures- Ok-“ Wil hurriedly got up, panic lacing his tone as the swan flapped its wings at him. He looked at you with a small grin, biting his lip as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. “You were right-“

“As I should be.” You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his middle section, finally seeing the boat approaching the dock.

-

The boat ride was short as you all made your way on top of the submarine. Looking around, you heard Wilbur stomp on the metal, turning around to see him talking to the camera.

“This stuff- galvanized fiberglass. Don’t include that , it’s probably not.” You all burst into laughter after the quick change in the man, believing him for a second, as Mark complained about the smell.

Finally being allowed in, you all helped get materials down in the submarine, making trips from one end to the other.

You huddled next to Wil, his body being a walking heater as Elodie came up behind you too, camera in hand as you waved at the lense. Wilbur quickly turned to look at the camera, seeing you wave at someone- “what?”

“Be nice!” You lightly slap the man with the baggy coat arm, as he smiled down at you. Wilbur looked up to see Joe sitting in a little area above their heads, walking up to join him, saying ‘hello’ in a funny voice.

You laughed a him as he was bent in half, body not being able to fully fit up there with his height, waving up at him as he waved down at you and Elodie.

Sometime soon, you all moved into a different room, ready to begin filming the music video, Wil somehow finding a way deeper into the boat than needed.

“Woah! It’s all cabins and dormitories.” He said in amusement, as he motioned for you and Elodie to come up with him. It was fairly easy, your height being perfect for the small entrance as Wilbur held his hand out for you to take, lifting you up into him as he bowed. “My pretty partner.”

“Why thank you, my prettier boyfriend.”

“What did I say about that-“

“Can I get some help please?” Elodie asked as you quickly took the camera from her hands, helping her up with your free hand as she graciously thanked you. “Now you guys can go back to being disgustingly cute.”

Wil made his way back to the entrance, pointing out some diagrams he thought to be morse code, not being entirely sure in the moment.

“You’re supposed to be the smart one in the relationship Wilbur…” you joked as he laughed at you, shaking his head as he walked past you and down the hall.

“They used to smoke in this! That’s crazy.” Wilbur exclaimed as he lifted up a pipe, looking back at you as he placed it back in his rightful place.

You followed Wil further into the boat, as he somehow managed to find the main room where all the buttons and systems were to work the submarine.

As you looked at all the buttons and switches that were present in the room, Wilbur gripped the wheel placed in the middle of the wall and steered it, looking at Elodie with a scared look.

“I’m dwiving.” You rolled your eyes at the baby voice, patting the man on the back as you passed him.

“If you can drive a plane, you can drive a boat.” You told the man as he looked at you with an amused smile.

“You do know those are two different things correct?” You heard Elodie laugh behind the camera as she continued filming, loving the dynamic you two brought.

“No shit Sherlock! But they can’t be that different, right?” You looked at Elodie as she shrugged at you, not really knowing herself. “I don’t think they’re that different.”

“You try driving them.” Wilbur challenged as you quickly side eyed him and looked at him like he was insane.

“The fact you trust me that much is actually crazy. We would be dead in the next 2 minutes-“ Elodie and Wilbur both bursted out in laughter, your honest answer catching them off guard.

As you made your way further into the boat, finding more random equipment and rooms, Wilbur’s excitement brought a smile to your face, haven’t have seen him like this in a good minute. It was nice, to see him geek out and smile over these things again, finding solace now. You let him talk, both you and Elodie agreeing it was nice to hear him go on and on about random equipment and how it was used and blah blah blah.

“I think I just really love, cold, utilitarian design. It’s like, so sick to me.” Wilbur confessed as he snuck into a small room with a telephone and random machines connected to it. “Old map.”

“You nerd.” You mumbled as he shook his head at you, knowing you meant it in a loving way, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

Wilbur shifted a dial once more, the machine clicking as he did. “That one’s fun.” Wilbur chuckled as he sat back in the seat and looked at everything once more, looking back at the camera with a big. “Teehee.”

“Aww baby.” You cooed at the man as you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close to you, kissing his head as you did.

“I am baby.” Wilbur stated as Elodie set the camera down and laughed at the scene in front of her. Wilbur’s head being suffocated by your arms as random kisses are being scattered all around his skin. The man was beaming with joy as this all unfolded, wanting this to never stop.

You stopped eventually earning a groan from the man as he got up, you leading the two back further down as you came into a larger room filled with engines and more steering wheels.

Wilbur’s gasps filled the room as he looked around in wonder. “Look at this shit! Look at the engines!”

Wilbur found another steering wheel, trying to move it round yet finding it had been glued shut, disappointment lacing his words.

Rounding the corner, he found you walking down further into the room, looking back at him with a smile as you pointed down the hall. “There’s more? It keeps going?!”

“Yeah! It’s like, huge in here!” Your voice echoed as Wilbur came up behind you, looking at all the systems once again, not noticing you glancing up at his smiling face.

Gripping his chin in between your fingers, you gently pulled him down to meet your lips in a slow kiss, not being able to control yourself when he got into moods like these. Where he’d just ramble about everything and anything while wearing a smile and being happy. You loved how it looked on him.

-

As all the boys collected into one area, filming in the same spot for as long as needed, wanting to get these shots right and make the music video look good. The lights changing to red when needed, grabbing waters for the band if wanted, etc. you often made comments at the camera while Elodie filmed, making the girl laugh as she filmed the action.

As the boys got an opportunity for a break, wilbur watching some of the footage so far as Ash played with the mannequins that were thrown around the room, messing its wigs up as he did. You came back into the room with a couple snacks you and stored in your backpack, realizing over the year how hungry these boys got.

You threw Ash one of the snacks, as he was the one who mentioned he was hungry. You stood next to Joe as he looked through the snack options you had brought with, thanking you as he took out another protein bar. You silently watched Wilbur take small bites off of Ash’s bar, laughing quietly as you broke your own in half and went up to the man.

“Here.” You held up the second half, biting into your own half. Wilbur’s eyes softened as he shook his head at you, going to decline your offer, yet the look you gave him told him there was no getting out of having that half.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it.” Wilbur placed a kiss on your forehead as he started to eat his half, the thing gone in two bites.

“I have more-“

“Please.”

“And you call me crazy!”

-

“Marco!” Elodie said as she pointed the camera up at Wilbur, the audio catching your small whispers of ‘polo’ as Joe’s finger came up and poked through Wilbur’s nostril. The man bursted out laughing as he rubbed his noise, the random intrusion being unexpected as you all laughed along.

“I’m never doing that again!” Joe expressed in disgust as Wilbur nodded along with him.

“Please!” Wilbur practically begged as you grabbed mints from your bag, popping one in your mouth. As Wilbur stood looking at the camera once again, you placed a piece of mint in between his lips, Wilbur’s eyes twitching as he tried not to break. His deadpanned face close to the camera as he spit the mint towards the camera, accidentally hitting you in the process.

“Wil! That was for you!” You catch the hard candy before it falls on the floor, holding it up to the man once more as you opens his mouth. Placing it on his tongue, Wilbur gently but your finger as it was trapped inside his mouth. “Ahh! Wil-“ you giggled as he let go of your digit and smiled at you, bringing you into his chest. He pulled you guys over to a wall, sliding down as he placed you in between his legs, rubbing your arms to create some warmth.

“Thank you for coming.” Wil whispered to you as you watched Marks hair sprawl everywhere, the beanie not helping at all.

Looking up at the man, you smiled at him as you pecked his jaw and huddled closer to him. “Thank you for letting me come.” You retorted back as Wilbur chuckled, silently cursing himself for telling you not to come earlier that day.

-

You all made it into a smaller room, the lights dim as the crew set up. The cold weather had been taking a toll on all of you, sniffing throughout the whole process.

You rubbed your nose a bit, trying to warm up the numb skin, sniffing deeply to get air through your lungs. Wilbur sniffed shortly after, rather hard as he lifted his shoulders up, almost mocking you.

“Me when I-“ sniffing again, Joe laughed at his antiques as you frowned up at him, continuously rubbing your nose, glaring at him.

“You’re mean.” You mumbled as Wil cooed down at you, wrapping your body up in his, gently taking your hand off your nose and kissing it. Somehow it helped, you didn’t want to know whether it was because it was magic or your face was red, but it helped.

Hiding your face in his chest once more, he giggled at you, running his hands through your hair as he looked down at you. “Better?”

You nodded your head into his chest as he whispered a little ‘good.’

Joe was currently planning on using the pipe to smoke in one of the scenes, trying desperately to get permission from the owners.

“You should go into a coughing fit after, pipes are nasty.” You groaned as the thought of smoking through that thing made you shrink against the tall man.

“Yeah- C’mon give us your toddler cough..” Wilbur said as Joe let out a choked cough, his breath being seen in the cold boxed room as you laughed at the surprisingly accurate cough.

“Damn, Joe are you still a child? That was surprising close-“ you teased as everyone laugh, Joe flipping you off as you did.

The boys were then ready to do a long shot scene, where Wil would be tripping over various feet and legs, trying to reach the end without dying. The alarm goin off leaving a ringing in your ear as you watched the boys act for the camera. They all somehow had two things in common- love for music and a thing for theatrics.

“Did you see that top tier performance?” Joe asked towards the camera as you laughed at the man.

“Yeah, I also saw you trip like twice-“

“That was on purpose…” Joe sounded like he was trying to convince himself off that statement.

“Sure bud-“ you were cut off as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist, hands finding their way into your coat pockets, face hidden in your hair as he did. “Why hello..”

A small hum was heard from him as he gradually found warmth next to you, Joe leaving to film a small section for himself, leaving you and Wilbur having to move. You stood in between his legs as you all watched the small camera screen in delight while Joe had a small temper tantrum.

“He just confirmed he is in fact, still a toddler.” You giggled to the camera as Elodie panned to Ash as he nodded in agreement.

-

“I’ve got a hot water bottle!” Marks voice rang through the small space as Wilbur turned around to look at the man, finding him with a bulky object in hand.

“Let me feel-“ Wilbur said as Mark handed over the warmth he had once received, pouting at the camera, as Wil sighed out.

“Wil, give mark his water bottle back! I can warm your hands up..” you scolded the man as he joked about how all he needed was one more and he was good to go, the small pouch barely fitting his hand.

“But it’s not the same.” Wilbur whined out as you gapped at him, surprised he denied any physical contact with you in the moment.

“You can warm my hands up!” Mark exclaimed as you smiled at him, taking his hands in yours and gently rubbing the skin, hoping to transfer some of your heat.

Wilbur soon caught the two of you, suddenly missing the feeling of your hands on his as you rubbed at Mark’s rough hands. He knew you and mark were close, always having a bond that was rather unbreakable, but he wanted your hands on his. No he needed.

“On second thought, Mark take your water bottle back and give me my partner please?” Wilbur held out the pouch as the blonde graciously took it and placed his hands on the object immediately. Placing his hands in front of you, you shook your head with a laugh, taking his hands in yours. You pressed small kisses on his knuckles, your lips becoming cold from the sudden temperature change.

“Wil, you need gloves hun-“

“No, I have you. Can I?” Wilbur asked after his denial, placing his hands back into your pockets as you nodded up at him. “Why did we agree to do this on the coldest day?”

“Well, you didn’t think it’d be this cold out. And two, this was your idea, no one else’s.” You retorted back as he glared at you, shaking his head as he dropped his head against your shoulder.

“Don’t bring up my mistakes…” Wilbur whispered as you rubbed his arms, and sighed out a sad smile.

“You learn from them Wilbur, and I’m proud of you.”

As Wilbur was continuing to get warm, it was now Marks turn to have a little tantrum, everyone crowding around to watch the scene unfold.

“What do you think he’ll do?” You asked the group quietly as they all silently questioned themselves. “I say he just fucks with his beanie since he’s been complaining all day.”

“He’s gonna cry-“ Joe commented as Ash simply shrugged his shoulders. Looking over at Wilbur, you saw him already looking, smiling down at you with the biggest smile known to man.

“What?” You questioned, a confused smile on your face as you started rubbing all over. “I have something somewhere, don’t I?”

“No love, you’re just so perfect-“

“Either go somewhere else or be quiet because they’re about to start filming.” David informed the two of you as you rolled your eyes at his tone, looking back at Wil, kissing his cheek.

“And so are you.” You whispered gently back to the man as Marks face appeared up at the screen, the directors counting down as Mark ran his hands all over his head and face.

“Fucking- why won’t I fucking wake up!” The muffled words coming through the small space making everyone light up with laughter.

Wil hid his face in your back as his laugh rang through the space, holding into you tighter than before. You laughed with him, smiling fondly at the man behind you as he looked over at the rest of the group, repeating Mark’s words, tears rolling down his face as he came down from that high.

As Mark came back to join the group, we all cheered and praised him for his performance as he placed the beanie back on his head.

“I’ve been stretching my skin, boys. It fucks.”

“What?!” You and Elodie both questioned the man’s words, laughing at each other as Wil told us not to worry about it and that he’s been stretching his skin, and that’s all we needed to know.

You never understood fully understood the boys relationships with each other, just knowing that they’re all close and have a bond no one could possibly break. Having spent hours upon hours living with each other and interacting, it makes sense for them to fall into an easy rhythm. And you loved to see it.

-

“So, how’s he been?” David asked you as you both stood on the side, watching the boys act in the moment, smiling as Mark and Wil went along with the bit.

Looking over at the man, you nodded at him with a smile. “He’s been good. Some days are harder than other but still good.” You smiled at Wilbur as he stuck his tongue out at you, the camera resetting for another shot. David nodded at your words, thankful that Wilbur had you there for him, especially since everything hasn’t really been in his favor as of late.

As you both made eye contact with each other, you both understood what the other was trying to say, a silent conversation between expressions.

‘Thank you for not giving up on him.’

‘I love him too much to even think about giving up.’

Nudging his arm with yours, you both let out a silent laugh as the director yelled cut, done with that clip for now as all the boys dispersed back out, Wilbur coming up to you as you gave him a high five.

“See you haven’t lost your sense of theater.” You teased as Wilbur scoffed, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.

“I would like to say that my acting is great and I think I should star in a movie-“

“Don’t flatter yourself too much.” You joked as you smiled back up at him, his smile shining through as well as he looked up at David.

“What were you guys talking about?” Wilbur asked as you looked up at David, seeing him stutter as well.

“We were just talking about the tour later this year! Excited for you guys to perform again.” You covered as David nodded along, humming in agreement.

“Ok… well if you don’t mind, I’m going to steal my partner once more since they decided they wanted to come.”

“Oh gods, please help me!” You joked as you extended a hand out to David, him laughing at you as Wilbur wrapped his arms around your waist and carried you to an empty space.

“Here we go, nice and hidden.” Wilbur set you down and he grabbed your hand once more, dragging you a little more ways down before finding a room.

“Wilbur why are we-“ you were cut off by lips meeting yours, hands gripping your waist as your back met the wall behind you. Your hands trailed up and cupped the man’s face, pulling him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was slow, no rush behind the connecting lips, all tension flowing away, if there was any. Hands moving on their own, gripping your waist and hips, desperate to get closer to you as your own ran through his curls, little sighs escaping the man as your nails ran over those good spots.

As Wilbur slotted his body in between yours, both of you forgetting where you were and who you were with, a muffled yell of yours and Wilbur’s name echoed through the hallway, causing you both to hesitantly pull away from the other. Groans fell from the man’s mouth as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Fucking hell, I forgot how little time I have with this job.” The man sighed as you kissed him once more, love and patience lacing every second.

Pulling away, Wilbur chased your lips with a whine, a fond smile taking over your features as you rubbed your thumb over his now swollen lip. “You love it though. And I’m patient, so…”

“Tonight?”

“Sounds good to me-“ you leaned in once more, being cut off by a closer yell of your names once more, laughing as you patted Wilbur’s chest. “We should probably go before they find us like this, yeah?” Wilbur nodded at your insight, knowing you two wouldn’t hear the end of it if you didn’t.

Stepping out of the room, you both saw the rest of the band and Elodie at the end of the hall, smirking at you two.

“Now what was happening in there!” Mark teased as Wilbur grabbed your hand in his and pulled you out of the crowd that formed. “Aww c’mon we won’t tell!”

“If you guys were getting freaky in there you could’ve told us to fuck off-“ Ash mumbles out as the group followed the couple in front of them, teasing and poking fun at them as you laughed at Wilbur’s groans.

-

As the boys all sat in the little cabin, photos being taken and jokes being played. A producer brought out a big chocolate cake that made your eyes go wide at the delicious food.

“Who’s that for?” You asked through the window, practically drooling at the look of the chocolate.

“Not you, that’s for sure. Unless you want to lick it off Wilbur’s ha-“

“Ok! That can stop now. It’s about to be destroyed, love. Food fight style.” Wilbur looked at you as you nodded at the boys, retreating back into the space with Elodie as Wil scolded Mark for his crude words.

Marks laughter rang through the small space as the camera crew got prepared, telling the boys what would happen and how it would all happen.

The scene in front of you felt like a fever dream. From the boys singing happy birthday to Mark, to fake being thrown everywhere and the boys creating a mess that anyone would dread.

“Holy shit-“ you gapped at the scene in front of you, the cake everywhere as the boys left the area in a rush to get away from their mess .

“It’s slippery!” Wilbur exclaimed as you met him outside the door, his hands sprawled out in front of you.

Bring one of his hands up to your nose, he wiped some frosting on the tip as he laughed at you, your eyes crossing to try and look at the sugary substance. Wiping as much as you could off, you licked the little bit off your finger, humming in delight and looking up at Wilbur as you did.

A laugh left your throat as he pursed his lips and shook his head at you, disappointed yet finding that oddly attractive.

As all of you walked back to the front, the boys washing themselves of all the icing and taking off the cake battered clothes, Elodie had began recording once more, asking how they all felt about the production. The answers were short and sweet, full of tired voices and sleepy eyes.

“How did it feel doing the slap?” Elodie asked Wilbur as he looked at the camera and spoke complete gibberish.

“I’m not playing your games. I know what you’re doing.” Wilbur got close to the camera, looking at Elodie over the technical device. The women laughed as you shook your head at the man, a smile finding its way on your face.

Seeing the camera turn to you, you looked at Elodie with a smile and waved to the camera. “Now! Partner of William Gold, how was it watching your boyfriend demolish a cake like that? And how was it hanging out with him in a submarine all day?” Elodie asked as Wilbur loomed behind her, listening to every word you said.

“Well, I thought it was cool! Scary at first because it was huge but, it was fun to watch! And also, it was nice getting to see him all day, I barely seen him for this long, so it’s nice sharing small moments with this silly cat man.” You smiled at Wilbur as Elodie panned the camera to you, then Wilbur, both of your smiles ridden with lovesick-ness. Anyone could see from afar how in love you are with each other, infatuation taking over your minds as Elodie cooed at the couple.

“Why thank you! I’ll leave you two be.” Elodie smiled at you as you nodded at her, thanking her as she walked away.

“Hey, thank you again, for coming.” Wilbur whispered in your ear as he wrapped himself around you from behind, slowly turning you around as he did.

“No need. I enjoyed my time and I will never listen to you about that again. If I didn’t come, I would’ve been on my ass all day while you were here, miserable without me.” You teased as his hands made contact with your waist, pulling you closer to him as you ran your hands through his hair once more.

His head rested on your chest as he let himself relax and decompose from the hard day, body bruised from all the tripping and random stunts that they had pulled.

“I love you.” Wilbur’s words were heavy and tired, yet love was in all of them. You smiled at him as he looked up at you, eyes holding more of a story to them that you’ll get tomorrow when it’s not dark out and it’s not bedtime.

His big brown eyes looked into yours as a soft smile made its way to your face, kissing being placed all over his face in gratitude and love. You couldn’t think about life without him, finding it too hard to be away from him for a couple hours , let alone for a couple minutes.

“And I love you.” You whispered back to him as everyone looked at the pair, too tired to say anything or make comments, just happy that there’s good surrounding them at the moment.

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a/n; um not much notes to say other than this was half written yesterday and the other half rn! And I’m- you can interpret this to be like at anytime, but I did it in favor of the new album so! (P.s the title is- my favorite song rn)

warnings; crying, comforting. It’s a short one boys but it’s… something. Wil is having a rough time.

edited ; no

“Hey, shh shh, you’re fine. You’re ok.”

You knew what happened, he called you on the phone while on tour a couple days ago, crying and heaving, barely getting a word out. You didn’t need an explanation to what had happened, you could already guess.

Since he was across the globe, you could only give him soft words and reassurance. But you knew he needed more than that. So after that call, you told him once he was back home, first thing, go to your apartment.

And so he did. He is right now, slowly collapsing in your arms as you pulled him through the door and guiding him to the couch. He was already in shambles before he got here, but upon seeing you and your worried glance at him, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He couldn’t be the strong person he was in front of you. And you didn’t want him to be.

“Shh, you’re ok. I’m here. Breathe with me yeah? In and out, Wil.” You said in a hushed voice as you placed your head on his, making exaggerated sounds and movements as you breathed in and out, telling him to breathe with you the best he can. His grip on your waist not letting up as his breathing slowed to a decent rate. “Good, keep breathing. You don’t have to talk or do anything. Just breathe.” You soothed to him as you continued to run your hands through his hair and down his back, calming him even more.

“I can’t-“ Wil started to talk but quickly cut himself off with a sob as he buried himself back into your shoulder. You cooed and shushed him as he pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“Don’t have to talk, or explain, or do anything. I’m here. Just take time. I have all the time in the world for you Wil.” You said as you started to tear up at his pain. “It’ll get better. I know it will. No matter what you think or what you know, life has a way of doing incredible things for incredible people. It gets better, and yes you may have some rough patches but it’s ok. You learn from them and strive. It gets better. Just be patient.” You whispered to him as he nodded slowly as you stopped your rant.

“Keep talking please, it’s calming.” Wil said harshly as he wrapped himself around you and closed his eyes.

“Of course. Well, I will say while you were gone your brother has been a pain in my ass-“

taglist: @mysticalsoot @maxx-is-dumb12 @enanon (wanna be added? Send me an ask or dm!)

[deadqueerboys]

Teacher! Wilbur who..

My beloved history!teacher Wilbur!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Teacher!Wilbur, who spanks your ass so he can see you squirming and shaking on your seat uncomfortably.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see people calling you a "teacher's pet" because he knows it's true.

Teacher!Wilbur, who let you sit on his lap while he gives notes to every single exam on his desk.

Teacher!Wilbur, who introduced you as a class leader to the other teachers so they wouldn't find weird how much time you spend together.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your thigh and slaps it so the next day you don't use such "tight" or "whore" clothes at school.

Teacher!Wilbur, who lifts your skirt while you make a presentation in the middle of the class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gives you a vibrator to use it on his classes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who steals your "virgin panties" so he can have fun alone later.

Teacher!Wilbur, who bites your thighs and shoulders, only in places no one is supposed to see.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your hair and force you down on his cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who allows you to sleep on his class while the others complain.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to grab you by the wrists and pin you down.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see you begging and crying for his big cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who slaps you with a ruler pretending to be an old times teacher.

Teacher!Wilbur, who asks you for roleplay or calling him daddy.

Teacher!Wilbur, who wants to be your father figure, your lover, and your favorite teacher all at once.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gets jealous and spread rumors about you to your classmates.

Teacher!Wilbur, who calls you "useless" for not doing his test but giving you a good grade anyway.

Teacher!Wilbur, who subborns you so you have to be with him.

Teacher!Wilbur, who has a breeding kink.

Teacher!Wilbur, who creampies you and says that he pulled out.

Teacher!Wilbur, who plays with his cum on your lips.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to finish inside you above a desk of his class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who buys your lunch in reward for a blowjob.

Teacher!Wilbur, who flirts with another teacher while looking at you dead in the eyes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who cums inside your underwear and makes you keep it until the end of the day.

[e1izaaxkles]

Thinking about rideing wilbur

Omg anon I love you

After the gig

Wilbur Soot x Afab!reader :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!!

Wilbur walks off stage after bowing, he walks straight over to you and hugs you, your head in his chest. “Will, you stink!” You giggle as you try and get out of his grasp but it’s no use. “Sorry, love. You’ve chosen this life.” “I didn’t choose anything!” You yell, continuing to squirm in his arms. “Well, you did say yes when I asked you to be my girlfriend 4 years ago.” He replies in a calm voice, receiving a sigh of defeat from you as you quit squirming and accept it.

(I’m just gonna time skip cuz I’m lazy, so time skip to where you’re at home.)

Will comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his bulge evident. “Love, I need you so bad but I’m so tired.” He says in a gruff voice. “Hmm.. lay down.” You say with a smirk as you set your phone down on your nightstand. He lays down and takes off the towel, throwing it on the floor. He’s now fully naked in front of you so you take off your his shirt revealing your bare breasts to him. You pull your underwear off and throw both items over to the end of the bed as you get on top of Will, his hands going to your hips as he helps lower you onto his cock. He lets out a groan as you let out a whimper once he’s all the way in. You sit there, waiting till you’re fully adjusted. You and Wilbur just stare at each other, you look at every last detail on his face while he looks at yours. You look at the small beauty mark under his right eye, the way his hair looks wet, and how he’s growing a little bit of stubble. Once you fully adjust you start bouncing on his cock, at first slow and gentle bounces before you start speeding up your bounces, both you and Will's moans getting louder. “Fuck- I’m gonna cum, darling!-“ He moans loudly. “Shit- I am too-“ You whimper back. You both cum together and after you just lay there on top of him, heavily breathing. You get off him and lay back down on your side once you’ve both come down from your highs. You both get up and get dressed before laying back down, cuddling together, and falling asleep while looking at each other.

[ax-y10]

Hangover

In which- the first drunken night spent with your boyfriend

A/n: this was meant to be a small imagine, but j got carried away

Chapter info: mentions of being drunk, vomiting, hangover, cuddling, WILBURS HANDS, sharing a bed

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

The first night you get drunk around Wilbur, he felt bad leaving you to sleep on the cold couch and him having his warm bed. The only way he thought that he could keep you warm was having you in his bed, on the other side, with one blanket more for warmth.

Somewhere in the night, Wilbur had woken up, his hands cold and needing to use the bathroom. Getting back into bed, his hand brushed against your face and he felt the cold of your cheeks. Opting to keep you warm instead of making sure his hands wouldn't fall off in the morning, he rested his hands on your cheeks. He felt as though having his hands on your waist or hips would be too intruding, considering you both hadn't shared a bed with each other yet in your relationship.

He felt you shift in the bed, somewhere around 8am, but you never got up. Despite the fact that you had a headache bouncing around your head, the warmth on your face felt nice. It didn't set in until an hour or so later that your boyfriend was in the same bed as you, with his hands on your face keeping you warm and the awful feeling of your hangover.

You ran to the bathroom, ignoring the massive change in the bed and hurled into the toilet. It wasn't long until you felt the same hands on your neck, rubbing small circles to relieve some of the pain ,and pulling your hair into a ponytail.

"It's alright, love. You'll be fine." He whispered, continuing his small ministrations on your neck and shoulders.

You'd gone back to bed shortly after, Wilbur still laying on the side opposite to you, but the presence of his hands are once again placed on your cheeks.

"Wilbur?" You said, barely louder than a murmur, but he heard it.

"Yes, sweet?" He responded, a small smirk adorning his face.

"You don't have to keep your hands on my face, y'know? You know my boundaries, don't you?"

You felt a small nod inbetween your shoulder blades, Wilbur having obviously moved closer to you in the silences.

He slipped his hands down onto your shoulders, not wanting to push anything too far, but wanting to keep himself grounded.

You had to move his hands to your waist for him, as he was too scared to move incase you got uncomfortable or didn't want him to do anything and break your trust, and not get to have the intimacy of a moment like this for a long time.

[d8nielaa]

Masterlist

The Outsiders (Musical + Cast)

Pink = Actors/Real Life

Blue = Characters/Fictional

Purple = Babygirl Curtis and other person character creations

Brody Grant & Ponyboy Curtis

“You like me too?” PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763204409615319040/can-i-request-a-ponyboy-imagine-maybe-reader-is-a

“I’ll never leave you alone” PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763392452647370752/can-i-request-a-ponyboy-imagine-where-reader-is

Jealousy, Jealousy PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763543726255734784/can-i-request-a-ponyboy-imagine-where-in-a-perfect

“Bunny?!” PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765326727929069568/can-i-request-a-ponyboy-imagine-where-reader-is

All I've Ever Known (Pt.2 to "Bunny?!) PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765605885602136064/hi-i-requested-the-ponyboy-imagine-about-pony-and?source=share

Sailor Song PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765733251308552192/hi-friend-i-need-more-of-pony-and-bunny?source=share

"I know you" PC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765972372625965056/hello-friend-can-i-request-more-of-pony-and?source=share

Sky Lakota-Lynch & Johnny Cade

Date Night SLL: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/760990543029387264/date-night?source=share

Sweet Romance SLL: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/762992248442044416/hi-please-could-i-request-a-sky-lakota-lynch-fic?source=share

Joshua Boone & Dallas Winston

Nothing Yet!

Jason Schmidt & Sodapop Curtis

Kiss me, baby SC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763348099035987968/hi-can-i-request-a-soda-pop-imagine-where-reader

“Who you callin’ pretty?” SC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763536203074174977/hello-can-i-request-a-sodapop-imagine-soda-is

Always You SC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763842501947834368/hi-can-i-request-a-sodapop-imagine-where?source=share

Read to me? SC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/764014594424537088/sodapop-asking-you-to-read-to-him-while-pony-is-in?source=share

“She’s a Soc?!” SC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765799833221103616/soda-x-reader-where-the-gang-doesnt-know-hes

I'm Here JS: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/764181702963806208/can-you-write-a-jason-schmidt-x-reader-story?source=share

"Horchata?" JS: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/764199063849680896/jason-schmidt-and-you-sharing-a-dressing-room?source=share

“For me?” JS: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/764380691831144448/omg-the-jason-one-is-so-cute-he-def-just-leaves

Brent Comer & Darrel Curtis

Caught DC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763103388350218240/gotta-show-my-man-brentdarrysome-love-could-you?source=share

Smores & Kisses BC: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/766107043672276992/can-we-get-a-cute-fluff-fic-with-brent-comer-the?source=share

Daryl Tofa & Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews

Nothing Yet!

Tilly Evans-Kruger & Ace

Nothing Yet!

Renni Anthony Magee & Steve Randle

Nothing Yet!

Emma Pittman & Sherri "Cherry" Valance

Nothing Yet!

Kevin William Paul & Bob Sheldon

Looking at the stars, admiring from afar. KWP: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765503930302070784/can-you-do-a-cute-date-night-fluff-fic-with-kevin

I think I wanna marry you KWP: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765622121634332672/im-the-same-anon-who-requested-the-other-kwp

SarahGrace Mariani & Marcia M. Marcia

Nothing Yet!

Melody Rose & Bev (Beverly)

Nothing Yet!

Dan Berry & Paul Holden

Cherry Debut DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/762917260633440257/hi-id-love-to-request-a-lil-something-i-was?source=share

Sweet Serendipity DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763015052737560576/hi-thank-you-for-writing-the-dan-berry-request?source=share

Tonys Night DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763069890017067008/sorry-for-all-the-requests-but-youre-like-the

Summer Lovin’ DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763206194920914944/its-me-again-i-need-some-dan-fluff-im

Snow Kisses DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763250167820500992/youre-latest-dan-berry-post-was-so-good-im

Soc Saturday Live DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763538157476134912/happy-soc-saturday-in-honor-of-that-can-we-get

My Beautiful Girls DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765775647645843456/could-you-write-some-fluff-where-dan-berry-and

Trick or Treat! DB: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765919290674266112/just-read-your-dan-berry-daughter-fic-and-in-honor

My Girl PH: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763263983332491264/aghhh-another-idea-for-paul-a-cute-drive-in

Justice for Tulsa PH: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763293908411285504/oooo-i-love-the-paul-request-how-about-after-bob

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Platonic (Musical + Cast)

"We stick together, 'cause each others all we got"; Platonic & Musical Characters: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763470192771825665/can-we-get-a-curtis-sister-shes-a-year-younger?source=share

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Babygirl Curtis Fics!

The Blonde; platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763522479404777472/omg-we-need-more-of-baby-curtis-shes-so-cute

You're Okay: platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763732973585678336/baby-girl-as-like-a-little-kid-and-soda-helping?source=share

Babygirl Curtis Head Cannons: platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/764637652396933120/can-we-get-more-on-babygirl-curtis-i-love-her-and?source=share

We’re gonna be okay? platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765818007249387520/babygirl-curtis-is-so-sad-bc-she-misses-her-mama

“Im a ghost” platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/765922137438666752/babygirl-definitely-goes-as-a-ghost-for-halloween

"Wake up!" platonic: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/766182383453093888/are-we-feeling-angsty-what-if-it-was-babygirl?source=share

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REQUEST RULES: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/760920693952086016/requests-rules?source=share

Babygirl Curtis Lore! : https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/763565070345273344/guys-i-wanna-write-some-lore-for-babygirl-curtis

Bunny (Priscilla) Lore!: https://www.tumblr.com/d8nielaa/766186241017397249/bunny-lore?source=share

@ & LINKS

AO3 @: @d8nielaaaa

DISCORD @: @d8nielaaaa

Updated Nov 3. 2024

[cigarette-scented-hotel-rooms]

recommended song:

[omniaimy]

Potions and love

ELLOO, okay so this one is a sbi kinda fic, but mainly talking abt phil and wilburr. Pairing is readerxwilbur ofc, cuz why notttt.

I didnt know what to post, even tho i have lots in my drafts, so comment some numbers between 1 and 15 and ill post whatever number that draft is!

This story is inspired by an Idea from @neverlover follow this acc if youd like! On this account you can also find a link to a discord server in wich you can connect with writers! New writers or advanced, we dont care! Everyone is welcome.

Okay Ill shut up now, have fun reading lovess!!!!!

(Short story, like rlly short, but ill post part 2 if this one gets some reconition)

In a cozy village corner, Y/n's sibling ran a quaint potion shop. Nearby, a mysterious fellow named Philza often wandered in, curious about the enchanting wonders within.

One day, Philza faced a puzzling potion challenge and turned to Y/n's sibling for solutions. Yet, the potion's complexities remained unsolved. Coincidentally, Y/n happened to be around that day, sparking a fateful connection.

As Y/n entered, their gaze met Philza's curious look. A mutual fascination kindled, and they delved into potion-making mysteries. Impressed by Y/n's skill and genuine passion, Philza found a dependable partner.

Henceforth, Y/n became Philza's potion helper, crafting specialized brews and forging a bond that went beyond mere supplier and customer.

Unexpectedly, the tale took a twist when, during a regular delivery, Philza introduced Y/n to his sons—Tommy, Wilbur, and Techno. A swift bond formed, laughter and chatter making an intangible magic.

In the midst of this, Y/n felt a strong pull towards Wilbur. Their talks flowed naturally, laughter came easy, and their shared moments felt like a symphony of emotions. It was as though their hearts recognized a shared rhythm.

Over time, what started as friendship between Y/n and Wilbur transformed into a love that was as magical as the potions they mixed. Their connection held stolen glances, gentle touches, and eyes that spoke a secret language.

Each potion Y/n brewed for Philza carried a hint of their love, a silent tie linking their hearts.

Seasons turned, and the shop retained its magic. Philza and his sons became part of Y/n's life, expanding the family they found within the shop's walls.

And so, in the tapestry of time, a story unfolded—a tale of friendship, magic, and an extraordinary love. Y/n, Wilbur, and their potions became symbols of a bond meant to endure.

Okay, part 2? Lmk

[lillyspeakz]

wilbur surprising you at college graduation.

-

It was exhilarating. Finally walking across that stage and being done with the endless amounts of stress and work, finally being able to go and do great things. You majored in editing and film, loving the little details people forgot to look into and the art people created. It took you a bit, and a lot of tears, but you did it.

You walked out of the building, smile on your face, diploma in hand. You carried your cap in one hand, gently swaying it to not ruin the decorations you placed on the fabric. You spotted your family in the distance, picking up your pace as you rushed out of the crowd. Once you were a good enough distance away, you ran into their arms, laughs and smiles being shared as well as congratulations being spread all around.

“We’re so proud of you. Our baby’s all grown up..” your mom said as you smiled down at her, cooing at her and telling her not to cry as everyone laughed and told you how bad she was sobbing when you were called up, your father even joining in, and arming a slap to the chest.

“Oh! We have a surprise for you…” your sibling smirked at you as you looked at your family, eyebrows furrowed as you looked around. Finally you looked behind them, seeing him standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a nervous smile on his face.

“Wil!” You screamed as you push passed your family, sprinting towards him. He quickly set the gifts in his hands down just in time for you to crash into him. Thankfully he was stable enough to not fall, catching you in his hold, squeezing you in his embrace, making sure you both knew this was real.

Tears fell down your face as you laughed at the realization he was actually here, with you and touching you. As he placed you back on the ground, pulling away from you with a smile, he cupped your face in his hands and placed his lips on yours.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or needy. It was all love and pent up affection that needed to be realized. It was sweet and gentle, his thumbs rubbing your cheek bones as your own held his wrist and rubbed his pulse point.

Pulling away, you placed your forehead in his with a laugh as he laughed with you. “What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on tour asshole!” You slapped his chest as he pulled you back into him, arms around your neck as his hand played with your hair.

“I may have lied to you when I said I didn’t have enough time between shows. Which leads me to my next question-“

“If you ask me to marry you-“

“Damn how did you know-“ he laughed at your gasp, eyes wide as you grabbed onto his hand in shock. “I’m joking! Would you wanna join us on tour? It did just start and we have plenty of places to go still.” Wilbur asked as your eyes stayed wide, mouth agape as you took in this new found information.

“If you don’t i will-“ your sibling cut in, making you flick them off, earning laughs all around. Looking back at Wilbur, you shook your head with a smile on your face.

“Fuck it why not! I have nothing to do anymore.” You exclaimed as Wilbur hugged you once more, picking you up in his hold and twirling you around.

“Thank fuck. I already told the boys you were coming along-“

“So you were going to force me to come either way?!”

“Well not force, more like persuade-“

taglist: @number1wilburfan @cloverlilly91 @heartofwritiing @horny-p0et @xxvalentinezxx @evil-peanut-butter-addict-sam (wanna be added? Ask or dm me!)

[lillylvjy]

On again (off again)

a/n- hello! Been awhile huh?! Um- so a little disclaimer, this isn’t edited. So it’s pretty shit but it’s been sitting in my folder for a bit so. Also the ending is terrible so. Please go easy on me, I’m slowly getting out of my rut. Oh also it’s sirenbur!

Warnings- fluff, angst, blood, crying, kissing, wil is a lovesick fool, reader is stubborn so is Tom, also reader is way to calm with the events that occur but reader is kinda- I wrote them kinda in a self indulgent way so. Please tell me if I missed anything!

Enjoy!!

“Tommy, help.” Wilbur came rushing into the coffee shop, panting as he threw his bag on a random table and ran to the front counter where Tom was.

“What now, Wil? Need me to fix your gaping wound in a dark alleyway again?” Tommy sarcastically asked as he draped the dirty rag across his shoulder. He had bags under his eyes like always, not having been able to catch a moment of sleep with the shop and the group of middle aged villains who needed his help. Yet, his tired eyes turned into ones of fondness when he saw Wilbur’s blush and starstruck eyes. The way he was biting his lip to keep back the huge smile that would take over his face if he didn’t. “What happened?”

“So you know Y/n, right?”

“Yes I know Y/n, Wil. What’s going on?!” Tom asked once again, quickly getting impatient at the older boy in front of him.

“Ok so, earlier this morning they asked if I wanted to come to the park with them and try to help them get out of their drawing slump, obviously I said yes. And, without thinking, I asked them if they wanted to go on a date with me. Like, a date date. And they said yes, and we’re going tonight, but I have no clue what to do, I don’t even know what to wear! I’m like freaking out here and my hearts racing and I have no clue if it’s from the way they smiled once I asked or from running here but I-“

“Wil! Wilbur! Calm down, dude. Go sit down, I’ll bring you something to drink and we’ll talk. Ok?” Tom quickly said to Wil before he started having a panic attack from his thoughts. The man quickly nodded and walked over to the table with his bag on it.

Tom shook his head as a grin took over his face at the sight of his best friend. He always put up this strong outer core, not wanting an ounce of weakness to be seen. You never knew who was watching you at what point, he said. But, who knew that this one person could just, break him down, and create all that hard, tough shell into absolute goo. It amused Tom.

Tom quickly got a small cup and poured black coffee into it, knowing how Wilbur didn’t like it sweet. Walking over to the table, he gently set the cup on the table as Wilbur looked up at Tom and smiled as a thanks.

“So, you asked them out, they said yes and you’re going tonight. Where are you going?” Tom asked as he sat back against the chair.

“Um, we’re meeting at the park again and going to that family owned record shop outside of town. Said they’ve never been so, why not. And then we plan on getting something to eat. Probably chicken sandwiches from Fundy because it’s right next to it. And plus who doesn’t want a chicken sandwich made by Fundy?!” Wilbur asked as he took a sip of the bitter liquid.

“Vegans.” Tom said.

Wilbur looked up at the blonde, straight faced as he ran through ways to slap that grin off of his face. “Tom. You’re not helping! And plus they like his sandwiches. So I’m good on that part.” Wil nodded to himself as he went through the plan.

“Ok I’m sorry. Are you really worried on what to wear?” Tom asked with furrowed brows as he looked at the brunette. The sound of the bell going off when the door opened caught Toms attention. “In all honesty, just wear that. You look good, I promise. Now stop worrying about it, and start getting excited because the person you’ve been obsessed with for who knows how long said yes to a date. Hi! What can I get you guys?” Tom finished as he quickly grabbed the couple that was waiting at the counter.

Wil groaned as he downed the rest of the black coffee. Placing it on the counter for Tommy to clean and leaving with a quick “I’ll tell you how it goes” To Tom before he left.

Later that night before the shop closed, Wilbur rushed in with you clinging to his hand, placed a fiver down on the counter as Tom looked at him with wild eyes, and quickly saying a ‘Thank you!’ To the teen as he rushed out of the shop with you following close behind, both of you smiling and giggling like idiots.

Tommy guessed it went well.

——

“Tommy! Help!” Wil screamed as he quickly took his mask off and carried your limp body into the small coffee shop. Tom quickly came up to the front, starting to say something snarky but quickly stopping as he saw Wilbur lie you on the ground and press on your stomach.

“What the fuck happened?!” Tom said as he rushed around the counter and drop down to the floor to where you were placed. Tom quickly grabbed a towel that was just cleaned and moved Wil’s hands from your stomach. “Wil? You have to tell me what happened!”

Wil quickly shook his head as tears started to pour down his face, the realization of what was happening washing over him.

“I-I was too far away to do anything. They- fuck! This is all my fault!”

“Wil I need you to tell me what happened so I know how bad it is.” Tom said as calm as he could as he tried to soak up as much blood on the cloth as he could. And from the look of the cloth, it seemed bad.

“They were in the middle of all of it. It started when we were just out! We were getting flowers for our apartment and then Dream and all of them showed up and they-“ Wilbur’s voice trailed off as he swallowed down sobs and cries. “They fucking made me watch. Watch as they hurt them, listen to their cries and pleads- Tom they fucking stabbed them! And I had to watch.” Wil’s voice got rough with anger and hopelessness lacing every word. Wilbur wanted to kill every person in that moment but he knew he needed to get to you first. You mattered more to him than any little thing he used to complain about.

“Jesus- ok. I need you to lift their head in your lap, yeah? They’re still breathing but it’s barely there, so if they wake up during this, they need to see you first thing.” Tom said to Wil as he took off the cloth from your stomach, now drenched in blood. Wilbur nodded as he scooted up to your head and gently placed it in his lap as he ran his hands through your hair, wiping his tears when he could.

“C’mon love. You have to wake up. Please, for me.” Wil whispered to you as he lowered his forehead to rest against yours. Tears falling from his eyes as he spoke to you, half believing that you could hear him.

Tom tried his hardest to push through as he pressed his hands into your stomach again and again. Soon enough, his energy was down to the minimum and he didn’t want to risk anything. For him and Wil.

“Wil, it’s not work-“

“Keep going.”

“Wilbur-“

“Keep. Going.” Wil finally looked up to the blonde, eyes swollen and red from crying. Tom inhaled deeply and closed his eyes while he exhaled. Placing his hands back to the wound, he used all what he had left and maybe even more. Yes it would be hell to do anything for the next day or two but, it was worth it.

Soon before Tom was about to give up, Wil saw your hand move, just a little twitch but it was still something.

Grabbing it, he brought it to his lips and kissed it and rested his head against the cold palm.

“Please, love, just a little more. Please.” Wil whimpered out as he slowly saw Tom giving up. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go forever and he didn’t want him to risk himself for it. But, you being gone was something he didn’t want to imagine. And now, it was becoming reality.

“I’m sorry.” Tom whispered out in a whimper as he placed his hand over his mouth to stop sobs and tears from coming out.

After those words left Tommy’s mouth, Wil broke. Tears and sobs coming out freely, yells of anger and heartbreak filling the dead coffee shop. Wil placed his head on your chest as your limp hand was placed in his hair, silencing his cries into your red stained shirt that was once a pretty blue color he loved.

Without realizing, the hand in his hair twitched and slowly tightened its grip in the bed of the curly mess. Wil felt the once limp chest slowly go up and down in a slow rhythm that was familiar to him. Raising his head slowly, he looked over at you with wide eyes, full of shock and disbelief, and saw you with tired eyes and a small smile.

“Why are you crying?! Did you see a stray cat again?” You weakly said as Wil quickly wrapped you up his arms and cradled you into his chest.

“Holy- what- how?” Wilbur asked frantically as he cupped your face and examined you, not fully believing this was real.

“I have no clue. All I know was I woke up to you sobbing like a baby. So thank Tommy for that. Oh yeah, thanks for saving my life bud! I’ll repay you.” Tom just nodded with a smile of relief on his face as he got up and took the bloody rag from the floor, leaving you and Wil alone.

“I thought you were- well you know,”

“Dead? Gone for good? Too bad, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Especially if I haven’t even gotten those flowers yet!” You told him as slowly sat up and held your stomach that was now sore.

“You almost died and you’re still on about these flowers?!” Wil asked with an amused grin.

Leaning up, you pecked his lips with a smile and leant back just enough for you noses to touch.

“Mhm. Now c’mon! We gotta go home and get cleaned up, I’ll leave a fiver this time.”

(Again I’m so sorry the ending sucks!)

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[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.

[e1izaaxkles]

hi can i req any bursona x nurse! reader? :D (can be nsfw)

Ofc!!! I’ll do L’Manbur hcs

Sfw

When he gets hurt while training with Techno he’s immediately going to you for help

“Y/n, sweetheart, is it bad?”

“No, Will. It’s just a cut, it’s not that deep. Just let me clean it and put a bandage on it and you’ll be good to go.”

He’s so dramatic so immediately he’s fake crying, saying he’s gonna die, etc.

He always kisses you before he goes back to whatever he was doing before

And ALWAYS make sure to kiss where he got hurt, he loves it!!

If he gets sick he’s so worried and makes sure you’re always with him

“Darling, I’m gonna die, aren’t I?” He asks with a cough.

“No, babe. Just some antibiotics and you’ll be well in a minute.”

He NEVER wants you to leave for work.

“Baby, I’m the president of this beautiful nation, please don’t leave. Stay here, with me.”

And yes, that is his excuse.

Nsfw

Afab reader

MINORS FUCK OFF

(I’ll hunt you down and eat you for dinner)

If you had a bad day at work he’s dragging you to the bedroom

“Sweetheart, forget about what that guy did, I’ll make it better.”

Sweet, sweet sex. Just wants you to feel better about your day.

(ISTG HE HAS A SIR/PRESIDENT KINK)

“P-Please, sir- please let me cum- ah~”

“Go on, sweetheart. You don’t have to ask.” He says as he kisses your forehead

He’s only rough with you when he’s had a bad day and you offer that he can use you as a stress toy.

ONLY PRAISE

[deathspartner]

here’s me getting into shit extremely late yet again aka bingeing wilburs content when he hasn’t streamed in months anyways my love language is making playlists. give this one a listen pretty please

[d8nielaa]

Requests Rules!

Authors Note: Hi everyone! I've had this account for a while and I'm finally getting around to writing instead of just reposting. I currently have no fics up right now, so any requests would be perfect! I currently only write for The Outsiders, but im planning to expand my palette very soon.

The Outsiders (Musical)

~ Brody Grant & Ponyboy Curtis

~ Sky Lakota-Lynch & Johnny Cade

~ Joshua Boone & Dallas Winston

~ Jason Schmidt & Sodapop Curtis

~ Brent Comer & Darrel Curtis

~ Daryl Tofa & Two-Bit Matthews

~ Tilly Evans-Kruger & Ace

~ Renni Anthony Magee & Steve Randle

~ Emma Pittman & Cherry Valance

~ Kevin William Paul & Bob Sheldon

~ SarahGrace Mariani & Marcia M. Marcia

~ Melody Rose & Bev (Beverly)

~ Dan Berry & Paul Holden

I write: fluff, angst, hurt and comfort, basically all the sweet stuff! I also write head cannons, oneshots, and maybe some stories..!

I don’t write: anything to do with smut, homophobia, incest, pedophilia or anything of the sorts.

~ This is a safe space so please feel free to request anything! Or if you ever want someone to talk to, always feel free to talk to me! There is no judgement here and any hate or derogatory actions towards myself or others will be reported and blocked.

[americas1suiteheart]

I need need NEED that second chapter of studio recordings pretty please😭

Of course, of course. I had already been working on the second chapter so I was able to get this done quicker.

Recording Two

[Part two of the Studio Recordings Wilbur Soot x Reader series]

[Warnings; None, except some swearing.]

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I woke the next morning, slightly groggy as I hadn't had my coffee yet.

I get out of bed and prepare myself a pot of coffee, blankly staring at it as it slowly fills up, the strong and nutty aroma filling the kitchen of my flat.

I can't help but let my mind wander to the man from yesterday that came into the studio.

His voice and playing style was so pretty, I don't think I've ever worked with anyone that has a style that beautiful.

I mean, I didn't get many customers but the ones I did get were usually teenagers that thought they could sing and compose music. So this guy compared to listening to them was an absolute godsend.

Once my pot finishes brewing I grab my Star Trek mug and pour the hot liquid into it, then setting it down to cool for a little while.

Walking back into my room I begin to get ready, throwing on one of my band t-shirts and a pair of relaxed trousers, then lastly my favorite trainers.

I finish up freshening myself up and then chug my coffee before walking out of my flat, lastly locking it.

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I make it to the studio in 5 minutes due to it being right across from the flat building I live in.

I open up and greet Eliot, once again doing the same thing to set up as I did every other day.

I sit down in my chair and look through the recordings of yesterday, labeling them with different take numbers of the song. As I listen to them I remember just how nice his voice was.

God I really need to get a hold on myself. Do other producers and studio recorders think this?.

What feels like a little while more passes by and soon Eliot knocks on my door before opening it.

"Yo, Y/n, it's lunchtime now, let's go get some food, I'm starving, man." Eliot groans as he leans on the doorframe.

"Is it really? Jeez I didn't realize, I must've lost track of time sorry. We'll go and eat now. Same place as always I'll assume, yes?" I say, pushing myself and my chair away from my computer, then standing up.

"Yep, same as always," Eliot said as he walked to the coat rack and grabbed his coat. Me doing the same afterwards and then walking out of the building, locking the doors.

Me and Eliot went to this small sandwich shop a few minutes away from the studio every day for lunch about a month or so after he started working with me. It was cheap but good and wasn't particularly crowded constantly.

We make it and walk into the building, ordering our usual food, then paying and leaving to walk back to the studio.

As we make it back to the studio we see the man from yesterday standing by the doors with his acoustic case in one hand and his phone in the other.

He looks up to see me and Eliot, putting his phone into his pocket and straightening his posture.

"Oh, uh sorry for just standing here. I came here around 15 minutes ago but the doors were locked so I assumed you guys were on your lunch break, hope you don't mind."

"Nah, it's alright mate. Sorry for making you wait though, you must be freezing, come on in now it's heated inside." Eliot says as he grabs the keys from his pocket and unlocks the doors, letting us in.

The three of us walk in, me and Eliot place our coats back onto the rack as Eliot goes back to his seat at the desk.

I look at the taller man to see he still had his coat on, "Do you want to hang your coat up there? I'm sure you don't wanna be playing with it on, gets pretty warm in the recording area." I say, motioning to the coat rack.

He nods and then places his case down to take his coat off and hang it, then walking behind me as I walk into my recording studio.

"So yesterday you said you wanted to re-record some of those songs and then go through the tracks to see which ones you wanted to keep, correct?" I say sitting down in my chair and starting the computer back up.

"Yeah, I just want to redo three of those songs and then after that we can pick through those tracks,"

"Alright then, let me set up that mic for you and then we can get onto it." The both of us walk into the recording room.

I do the same setup as yesterday, connecting the mic, leveling it, setting the amp up, and finally going back to the control room.

Same thing as yesterday, he puts his headphones on as I do mine, he messes with his strings for a while, clearing his throat and sending me a wink and cheeky smile to let me know he's ready.

'Wink? He didn't do that yesterday, did he just do that? Why am I freaking out? Do I send a wink back?' You frantically think to yourself.

You send back a small smile instead, counting down from 3 with your fingers before pressing the record button.

He began singing again, the third song he played and recorded yesterday. It sounds more practiced now than it had been yesterday, it looked like he was having a much easier time playing it now.

His fingers danced across the strings so smoothly, you find yourself in awe at his playing skills. You had played around with the guitar yourself but never could you ever so fluidly move your fingers across the strings like that. They were always so stiff and awkward when you tried. You were better with woodwind instruments, you knew how to play a couple of them in fact including some brass instruments, a piano, and a drum kit as well, instruments were your thing but the guitar definitely was not one of them.

He finishes the song and lets out a content sigh.

"How did that sound?" He asks, taking one hand off of his guitar to run it through his messy curls.

"Sounded brilliant, are you going to want to do another take of that one?" You reply.

"I think that one sounded pretty good, I might want to record it again when we listen back on it though,"

He played a few of the songs from yesterday and then played four new ones, each take sounding amazing.

He places his acoustic onto the stand and takes the headphones off, then exits the room to go into the control room where you were.

"Those sounded great, do you want to listen back to them now and see which ones you want to keep?" You say, taking off your headphones and leaning back on your chair to look up at him.

"Yeah, of course," He smiles and gives a small nod, his curls bouncing slightly.

You pull a swivel chair up from the corner next to yours and plug the extra pair of headphones into the splitter so that he can hear the audio. He sits down and places the headphones over his head.

"Alright, we'll start with the first recording from yesterday how does that sound?" You ask, going to the page you had up from yesterday of the different takes and recordings.

The man hums in acknowledgment. You click on the first take, listening to it with him. After finishing the first one you listen to the other takes of the same song that were recorded so he can choose if he wants to redo it again or pick one he likes.

"I think I want to keep take eight, sounds much more clear and has no mistakes." The man says, placing his forefinger on his cheek in a thinking manner.

"Alright, you got a name for it so I can put it as the track name?" You ask, Deleting the other tracks as they would no longer be of use.

"Oh, uh yeah, that one's gonna be Saline Solution I think," He says, fixing his posture and placing his hands onto his lap awkwardly.

"Okay great, love that title by the way," You say, glancing at him for a second to make eye contact before looking back at the computer to replace the title with his own.

"Thanks," He says softly.

You continue on with it for a few more hours before Eliot knocks on your door before opening it, "Hey, we've got to close up for the night in about 20 minutes,"

"Shit, alright thank you Eliot," You say, taking your headphones off and standing up to stretch. The man does the same and rolls the chair back into the corner it was in before.

"Sorry for being here so long, I hadn't realized how long we were sitting there," The man smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, don't worry about it at all, I don't mind whatsoever. I'm actually quite glad you stayed so long, we never get anyone here and this has made my job more enjoyable instead of just sitting about doing nothing." You say, looking up at him.

"Oh, I'm Wilbur by the way. If I'm going to be working with you on this I might as well tell you my name, it'd make things much easier if we were at least a little more familiar with each other, yeah?" He holds his hand out, a smile on his face.

"Lovely name, my name's Y/n," You shake his hand and return the same smile.

You soon finish up and walk out of the control room with Wilbur behind you, entering the lobby of the studio where you could see Eliot on his phone wearing his coat waiting by the door.

You make your way to the desk and calculate how much it'll cost for his hours spent there, "Alright, that'll be £411.78. Choose your poison; Cash or card?" You grin at him.

"Card, please." Wilbur says, handing you his debit card.

Declined. The chip reader read in bright green letters.

"Fuck, um, I'm sorry about that hold on let me see what I have in pounds," He awkwardly grabs his wallet, searching through it.

"Hey, its fine you could always pay it back another time when you have it, I trust that you will," You hand Wilbur his card back.

"Thank you so much, I should have the money back in a couple of days, how about I come back around when I've got the rest?"

"Y'know, worst case if you don't come back it was more so a waste of your time than anything, we're still the ones with the music." Eliot butts in.

"You're not helping Eliot, terribly sorry about him Mr. Wilbur, sometimes he forgets his manners," You say, glaring at Eliot as you watch him stick out his tongue in a teasing manner.

"It's fine, I have a friend exactly like him, it's kind of funny in fact," Wilbur says in an amused tone.

You get out from behind the desk and walk Wilbur to the door, grabbing his coat to and it to him and grabbing yours, leading him outside so that Eliot can lock the doors up.

"Right, well thank you again. Do you suppose I can get your telephone number so I can let you know when I've gotten the rest of the money to pay?" Wilbur looks at you, standing awkwardly.

"Yeah sure, let me put the number into your phone," You say. Wilbur hands you his phone and you punch in your number to the keypad, putting your name in and handing his phone back to him.

"Thanks, ill keep in touch with you about it, bye now," Wilbur smiles and waves to you and Eliot as he walks off to his car and then drives off.

You walk with Eliot to where your cars were parked and dig into your pocket for your keys.

"What on earth happened in that recording room?" Eliot says, a cheeky grin on his face.

"What do you mean?" You say, still fishing in your pocket for the pesky keys.

"He just asked for your number, and on top of that you let him just leave without paying 400 pounds, something definitely happened in there," Eliot says, leaning on your car.

You suddenly realized what he meant and was implying at, your eyes widen and you can feel your face and ears quickly start to heat despite the freezing Brighton air.

"What! No! Jesus Eliot, do you seriously think I would do that with someone I'd just met and my client too for that matter? In my own studio too? Gross, man!" You exclaim in disgust, finally finding your keys and unlocking your car.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. I mean, he asked for your number for Christ's sake! there's no way that he doesn't at least fancy you a bit," Eliot says, playfully nudging your arm.

"God you're terrible, why'd it have to be you," You say playfully before getting into your car.

"Hey! Im great you just don't appreciate it! Anyways, see you Y/n, good luck with Wilbur," Eliot says drawing out the name as he walks away snickering.

Cheeky bellend' You think to yourself before starting up your car and turning the heat on. You check your phone before leaving to see you have a text from an unknown number.

"Hey, Y/n! Its Wilbur:) " The text wrote.

You smile and save him to your contacts, making a mental note to message him back when you wake up tomorrow.

Hopefully Eliot was right, hopefully he fancied you just as you had fancied him.

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I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out. I wanted to make Eliot seem like Wallace Wells from SPVTW, and I'm fairly happy with how his character is coming out so far. Anyways, reblogs are of course appreciated, thank you for urging me to finish this chapter up anon!

[laurenshonestly]

happy birthday will:)