#wilma fluff

[lillyspeakz]

the good I’ll do. pt. 1

a/n: this has been a long time coming huh?! This has been in the works for the past YEAR!!!! fuck Shelby. Anyways !! This is only half of the actually story and it’s about 3k words! So enjoy some lesbian content!

Warnings: lesbians in love but sad, female reader, Wilma is stupid, Wilbur and Wilma are siblings, kinda just a backstory

wc: 3k

OH ALSO! This is beloved softball!wilma!!!

It’s been a while since she’s been back. She hasn’t been in this old small town since she left for college to play softball and major in art. After 4 excruciating years, she finally majored in art and film, and after graduation she got the hell out. She thought college was going to show her something new, give her more opportunities than what she used to have. And it did, but she soon learned that it wasn’t for her. None of it was.

Not the sororities, not the clubs, not the parties, not the cities, none of it. She missed the stables, she missed the dirt roads, she missed her truck. She missed her family cook outs and she missed her brother. She missed you.

Wilma didn’t have a lot of regret throughout her life, but the one thing that she regretted was leaving you and her family. She broke up with you late summer before she left, not wanting to deal with the distance and heartbreak that would follow soon after you both realized it wouldn’t work. Or at least that’s what she thought. After the break up, you lost contact with each other. Her family supported her and her scholarship , but she knew they always wanted her to stay close. Yet she still fled, which she still felt guilty about.

So she graduated, got her degree and fled back home, wanting to be somewhere she knew and go back to the same old thing she loved. Yet she didn’t plan on being bombarded by family and friends as she walked into her childhood home.

“Oh my baby’s finally back!” Diane, Wilma’s mother exclaimed as she held her daughter close.

“I missed you too mom.” Wilma said as she laughed and went to hug her dad.

“Look at you, all grown up. You’re taller than me now! You and your brother!”

“We’ve always been taller than you dad.” Wilma heard her twin say from behind her. Swinging around, she smiled and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wilbur let out a small ‘oof’ at the added body weight, wrapping his own around her torso and squeezed.

Wilma and Wil were always close, always have been. Yes they fight and yell but they’re siblings, it’s bound to happen. Hell! They spent 9 months in their mothers stomach together, pushing and kicking for room. But they were there for each other, no matter the situation. If either of them got a cut from falling off their bike or tripping on concrete, they’d patch the other up. Needed to pretend to be the other for a test? They have wigs in their lockers and they dress practically the same! Wilma got lonely at college and needed someone other than stuck up rich girls and guys who didn’t appreciate people? Wilbur was on the first plane he could catch.

They loved each other. More than words and actions can express.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Wilbur whispered back as the rocked back and forth, taking in the moment of being with their other half again. “Ok, everyone’s looking at us…”

“Ok ok, you could’ve asked me to stop!” Wilma laughed as she wiped her eyes and smiled at him. He smiles back at her as he shoves her shoulder back and ruffles her already messy hair up.

“Stop crying, we have food and cake for you. Oh! And since you’re back in time, we’re going to the rodeo tonight to kick summer off and you being back! You have your boots still?”

“Duh… I’m not dumb. I love them too much.” Wilma laughed as she pointed to the boots sitting next to her suitcase. Wil had got her a new pair for Christmas and sent them to her, saying how she needed to let people know her roots. She wore the boots almost every day.

Walking into the kitchen she saw a spread of some of her favorite foods and deserts. She almost cried once more when she took a bite of the homemade food and felt how warm and delicious it was, just like how she remembered. Wil teased her for being so sentimental, but he was happy she was back.

Her mom wouldn’t stop smothering her in kisses and her dad showed her where her old truck was and how he fixed it up a bit for her. Wilbur secretly took photos of her hugging the hood of it and sent them to you with the caption, “she’s back!”

You and Wilbur have always been best friends, ever since the swing incident in first grade where he kicked you in the nose and broke it. And that’s how you met Wilma too. You always liked her, but you didn’t start liking her until the end of middle school. You always caught yourself looking at her, laughing at her small antics, and screaming for her when she won a big game. Wil always made fun of you for being her number 1 supporter.

So once you and Wilma started dating, it wasn’t any surprise to anyone, knowing how both of you pinned over each other for so long. Everyone thought you’d get married and live in a little ranch house with a farm, you doing something with music and Wilma becoming a world famous artist who worked from home and a softball coach on the side.

But once you broke up, everyone knew it would break both of you. Of course Wilma did it before she left so people wouldn’t see her in that state, but you stayed. You never left. Everyone saw how devastated you were, how out of place you felt when you were around friends, you didn’t have that light to you anymore.

Wilbur was there for you, the whole time. Telling you that she didn’t want to end it and it was just for the best in her mind. You believed it because he knew her like the back of his hand and you did too. You knew why she did it but didn’t understand why she didn’t talk to you first.

You never lost feelings, always keeping an eye on her accounts and getting updates from Wil every day if you could. You wanted to call her, to tell her you loved her and missed her and wanted her so badly. But you held back, knowing it would only lead you down another rabbit hole. Wil’s updates were enough for then.

But seeing that photo, and seeing that she was here in the same town as you, sent you yearning and nervous. You wanted to see her but what if she didn’t want to see you? What if she wanted to completely avoid you? What if she has a new partner that Wil didn’t tell you about?!

‘Is she coming tonight?’ You replied back after putting a heart on the photo. The three dots made your stomach shift as you waited impatiently for the answer.

‘Yes ma’am. Better put on your best singing voice!’ Wil replied. You shook your head as you smiled. You started singing at the annual rodeo for the beginning of summer your sophomore year with your handy guitar, and you kept going back. People loved it as much as you did. It was the day you and Wilma got together as well, her having come up to you after you were done and kissing you.

You smiled at the memory as you sent Wil the middle finger emoji, suddenly excited for tonight. Grabbing your guitar, you got in your run down car and drove to the center of town where the pavilion was.

-

Wilma was never one for the rodeo. The only reason she went was because her family absolutely adored the time together and the little get away. Plus you were there. Your family ran the event and her family always helped set up and donate things for raffles or just decorations!

The whole event was a week long, filled with singing, dancing, games, and fair rides. Everyone in town and out of town came and had fun. It was known to be the “kick off of the summer”. Your town spends all year, saving and putting on fundraisers to put this on, and it gets better each year.

You and Wilma had your first date at the fair , having played some silly games and going on stomach twisting rides. The last thing you did that night was go to the softball fields, lay in the grass and look at the stars. While of course eating the McDonald’s you both ordered.

It was perfect. All of it was.

That’s why she was nervous to go now. She hasn’t been to one where you too haven’t been next to each other all night, but she guessed there’s a first for everything.

“Do I have to go?” Wilma whined as Wil went through her closet and picked out an outfit for her. Nothing fancy but something that said ‘hey! I’m back!’ according to Wil.

“Yes you do and I don’t care what you say, you aren’t running away from your problems-“

“I’m not-“

“Yes you are. You know they’ll be there, and you’re scared to see them, I get it! I do! But Wilm, they want to see you…” Wil said as he set down a pile of clothes on the bed and looked at her.

Wilma sighed as his words sunk in. You wanted to see her. And she wanted to see you. It was bound to happen sometime soon, so why not now.

Flopping back on the bed, she huffed and looked at Wil. “When do we leave?” She asked as Wil clapped and threw clothes at her.

“That’s my sister! Now look through these and we leave in 45!” Wil yelled before he closed the door.

Wilma groaned as she let her head rest on the cushion beneath her. Her thoughts were full of you and what would happen when you both saw each other. Would you cuss her out? Would you hug her and cry with her? Would you slap her and tell her you hate her?! So many outcomes yet she’d have to wait and see.

Picking up the clothes, she wasn’t disappointed in the clothes her other half chose, knowing her and what she usually liked. Huffing, she picked out simple work jeans with a graphic t-shirt she stole from her dad. She put her boots on and grabbed her hat, it matching her boots thankfully. Her hair was done in French braids and she felt… well she felt like herself again.

As she walked down the steps, she felt like it was a school dance she was going to with the way her mom gasped and all of her family was smiling at her. “Really?”

“What? It’s your first night back, and you look like you, not some stuck up rich kid-“

“William!” The pairs mom hit Wil’s arm as she scoffed at him. Wilma smiled and shook her head, waving them off.

“He’s right mom. It’s nice to be back and dressed in clothes that aren’t too tight.” Wilm smiled at her brother, earning a wink from the man as she walked over towards him, slipping into the space between the couch arm and him.

“Ok, where is your father? I swear he’s worse than you Wilma. Mark! We have to leave!” Diane yelled up the steps as she heard a groan and a ‘hold on’ come from the bathroom.

As they heard the floorboards creek, they all saw the man come down stairs with the cheesiest grin. As he came into view, the group saw his shirt, Wilbur and his mother dying laughing as Wilma hid in embarrassment. The shirt had a picture of a young Wilma on the front in her softball uniform, text that said ‘my daughter’s better than yours’.

Wil nudged her and laughed at her expression. “Don’t worry I have one too. It’s a special occasion today though. Welcome home sister.”

As that was said, they all decided it was a good time to leave, not without Wilma protesting for her dad to take off that ridiculous shirt. As everyone hopped in her dads car, she saw her old truck sitting there. It had been untouched for years and Wilma didn’t even know if it still worked, let alone had gas. But she took her chances.

“Hey dad! Does that beauty still run well?” Wilma asked as her dad looked at the old pick up truck and looked to her with a smile.

“Just fixed her up last week. I knew you’d want to drive her around.” Mark said as he threw the girl the keys, excitement evident on her face as she caught the object and started heading towards the machine. “Full tank of gas and everything. No need to thank me. Oh! I also fixed the aux.”

“Dad you are the absolute best! I love you so much! Wil you comin’?”

“Is that even a question?!” Wil ran over to the car as Diane told the pair to be safe and they’d meet them there. The twins didn’t see it, but both parents were smiling at the pair with love and happiness lacing through every curve. They were happy their babygirl was home, happy that her brother wasn’t alone anymore, knowing how much he missed her even if he didn’t say it. They were happy she was going out again.

And so was she.

-

Pulling up, windows rolled down as Morgan Wallen blasted through the speakers, Wilma turned off the car as Wil hopped out. Sitting in the car for a minute, Wilma took a deep breath as Wil turned back and sighed out. Placing his arms on the window seal, he poked his head in and waited.

“It’s going to be fine Wilms. She misses you. Everyone does. Just have fun. Please, for me and you.” Wil said to his other half as she sighed out again and hopped out of the car. “Hell yes! We’re on baby!” Wil yelled out over the blaring music from the event, wrapping his arm around the girls shoulder, dragging her over to the mass amount of people.

-

As you heard the yell of the familiar voice, you quickly turned around to see the man with his arm around the girl, smiles on both of their faces. Your heart ached as you took her in, taller than before yet everything stayed the same. The same shirt she wore all the time strewn across her torso, tucked into her pants that fit her perfectly, unlike the pants you saw her wear in her post while she was in college, desperately trying to fit in with social standards there. Her laugh sounded so familiar yet distant, haven’t heard it in person besides the videos you’d watch when things got hard. She was familiar yet distant.

Your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with Wil, a smile on his face as he nodded towards the girl beside him. You quickly turned away, back towards the stage that people were preforming on, hands bunching your dress up as you grounded yourself the best you could. You didn’t think it’d be this hard to see her again, especially after you both had time to think. Yet seeing her here, in a place that was a regular for you both to go to, mess around and be hopelessly in love, made your heart hurt. The millionth time you two were here in the same room, yet the first you weren’t actually together, glued to each others side.

“Hello darling, how are you doing?” Diane come into view, her arms outstretched towards you as you went into her embrace, always loving her hugs. Diane was like your second mother, always spending time with her and talking about random things. She welcomed you into the family with open arms, her mom and yours being friends and always wanting you to marry one of her kids. She still has that wish and voices it, and you do to.

“I’m doing good. Is she ok?” You asked, your nerves higher than before. Diane smiled softly at you as she nodded.

“Yeah she is. She’s happy to be home… why don’t you go talk to her?” The women asked as she pointed at where the girl was as you looked over at her.

As if on time, Wilma turned around and caught eyes with you. Her eyes widening as you kept the contact, her brown ones bringing you a sense of comfort and ease as her expression relaxed. A sad smile made its way to your face as hers did the same.

“Go on love, she wants to see you.” Mark said as he came over, seeing the tension across the room as you broke eye contact with the girl and looked over at the girls adoring parents. You smiled softly at them as you began to walk over, thanking them as you weaves in and out of people.

Wilma silently panicked as you crossed the room, tapping Wil as he turned to see his best friend walking over towards the pair. A smile made its way to his face as he patted the girl on the back, wishing her luck as he walked over to the drink table.

Wilma cursed Wil as you finally stood in front of her, a small smile still on your face as you played with your hands, nerves running all over your body.

Wilma looked down at you as your face was hidden by your hair, looking down at your feet, afraid to make eye contact once again.

“Look at me, dear. Please.” Wilma said softly as she brought her hand to your chin, gently lifting your head up to look at her. At that moment, the next person to cover a song started to play, starting over by Chris Stapleton blaring through the speakers as the guitar rang through the small space.

A small laugh left both of your lips as you looked at each other, comfortable in the space that was now created by the two of you. As you both continued to look at each other, everything came back. All the endless memories you made, how everything ended and how stupid you both were to give up so easily.

“Hi.” You said a small laugh escaping both of you as Wilms hand now cupped your face, rubbing your cheek bone as she smiled down at you.

“Hi.” She said back as she took you in for the first time in forever. “You look amazing. As beautiful as ever.” Her words made a flush come over you as you shook your head and looked down, hiding your face.

Her touch made you feel warm again, like you had been living in the cold for years and now that she’s back, you were finally where you needed to be. As you looked up to tell her everything, spill your guts right there and then for the only women you’ve ever loved and will ever love, someone tapped you on your shoulder. As you spun around, you saw Wil standing behind you, pointing towards the stage.

“Sorry to interrupt but, they need you on stage, like now.” Wil said as you cursed out, squeezing Wilma’s hand that had been on your cheek, excusing yourself as you rushed to the front.

“She’s singing still?” Wilma asked, eyes furrowed as she looked at the man beside her, a smirk being placed on his face as he nodded.

“Yes she is. She said it helps her get through this week since you left.” Wilbur nudged the girl knowingly, seeing a flash of love in her eyes as a smile took over her expression. She remembered how she always expressed how much she wanted you to sing at these, wanting everyone to know how good of a singer her girlfriend was, cheering you on as you smiled at her.

She stood silently with Wil, arms crossed as she watched you walk on the stage, smile on your face as you strummed, making sure the speakers were on correctly.

“Hey y’all! How are we doing tonight?” Everyone cheered around the two, Wil joining in as Wilma laughed and clapped. “Nice! If you haven’t yet, go eat, get drunk and have fun! Now, I have a little bit of a fun song planned, do you guys feel like singin’ n dancin’?” Cheers and the sounds of chairs scrapping across the wood floor from guest standing up were heard all around as the dance floor was flooded with couples and children eager to put their skills to work.

Wil pointed the pairs parents out in the very front, cheering for you on the stage to start, making you laugh. You gave one last look to Wilma and smiled, looking over at the small band you had with you as you started to strum the beginning notes.

As the rest of the band chimed in, everyone cheered and dances were being made as the music continued.

“Heading down south to the land of the pines, I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline. Starin’ up the road and pray to God I see headlights!” You sang, the smile on your face brighter than any sunrise Wilma’s ever seen. As she continued to look at you, her own smile grew as you looked at her once more and kept the stare while singing the chorus.

The song was one of Wilma’s favorites, she’d always play it in car rides or even on the speakers as you spent hours helping her pitch on the softball fields. The melody and words reminder her of how much she loved you and would do anything for you.

Her smile faltered as she remembered all of the thoughts she had after hang outs, how she wanted to marry you and do life with you. But she ruined that opportunity the day she left, which ended up being hell anyways. She wish she listened to you. She wished she listened to everyone telling her to stay and go somewhere near home, but no, she was selfish for all the wrong reasons.

And now she has to make up for it.

As the song ended and the crowd dispersed to take a breather before the next performance, Wilma excused herself from Wil’s side as she made her way across field, stopping at her car as she did. She grabbed her old softball bag, laughing at all the tears and mud splattered across the fabric before grabbing her speaker.

[phxntomsdusk]

Valentine’s day with my bursonas

note; these are just a bunch of bursonas i technically made!! hope you all enjoy <3

warnings: mentions of death (klepto!wilbur), goth!wilma with a fem!reader, other than that fluff fluff fluff !!

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @haunted-headset , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

Klepto!Wilbur:

this man doesn’t even know what the holiday is. he’s been dealing with death for so long, the poor guy never realized you celebrated love!

the first time he realized it was a thing was when he found you upset about it, crying saying you were never gonna receive flowers or candy again, because well, you had died—!

he got to work immediately. he bought you roses, holding back the urge to make them black of course. got you your favorite candy after questioning you, and set up a small picnic spot in the woods.

sure, it was a bit scary, but that’s all he really knows

he even got a raven to befriend you and follow you around everywhere, claiming it was protection

“wilbur.. there’s a crow on my head.” you awkwardly pointed up towards the black bird, furrowing your brows at him. “my love, that’s a raven. and it’s for protection! you can never be too careful in the afterlife.” he smile lightly, before planting a kiss on your cheek.

now, if you had gotten him things? he would lose it

you’d never seen him cry, but this definitely would make him bawl..

just knowing that someone truly loves him for who he is, even with what he does for a living, he can’t help it!

at the end of the day he’ll be happy whether it’s him getting you things, or you getting him things. as long as he gets to spend the day sharing his love for you, he’ll be more than happy

Softball!Wilma:

this damn girl is going ALL out for you

she’ll buy cliche and cringy softball themed valentine’s day gifts, mostly giving you those during the week leading up to valentine’s day

but on THE day?? be prepared ..

you’re getting flowers, candy, teddy bears, baskets, gift cards, everything you can imagine!!

if she’s taking you on a date, she’ll wait to give you everything, taking you back to her house afterwards and telling you to close your eyes before entering her room..

“are we there yet?” you groaned as you nearly stumbled over the stairs again, a hand stretched out as you frantically tried to find a door or wall. “yes, yes.. open your eyes, love.”

you did as you were told, seeing her bed decked out in heart shaped things, red and pink, balloons, stuffed animals, candy and such. your jaw dropped, slowly turning to look at her.

“you’re joking..” you spoke quietly, watching her chuckle and shake her head, before wrapping her arms around you and kissed you softly. “i’m not. i love you, and you deserve it.”

now, if you got her stuff? she’s not expecting it!

she’s only ever gotten those yearly stuffed animals from her mom, that always end up tucked away in a bin under her bed or in her closet..

but if you got her like a basket with gift cards, some stuff she can use during games like eyeblack or maybe heart pattern bat grip, she’s losing it!

you’re being tackled with a hug, attacked with kisses and thank yous, she won’t shut up about how much she loved and appreciates you

and for a date? you guys are going to apple bee’s, there’s no denying it. she’s a softball girl, apple bee’s is their holy grail

Baseball!Wilbur:

so if we go based on the series accurate lore- he’s the one buying things in hopes you finally go out with him

it’ll start at a practice, he’ll bring you a small bag with a note, candy, bracelet or necklace, and a small teddy bear <3

the note will be all romantic, with a heart drawn at the end

dear y/n,

you know i’ve been head over heels for you for.. months now. you’ve been on my mind 24/7 ever since i first set eyes on you. i know you don’t like me and don’t show signs of it, but i still wanted to treat you today :)

love, wilbur <3

of course he watched you as you read the letter, and seeing you smile has his heart racing

he approached you after the practice, blurting out how pretty you are, asking if you wanted to go out with him, to which you had to shut him up with a kiss <3

safe to say he had a valentine !!

Goth!Wilma:

okay, she’s goth, she doesn’t love the color pink and all the bright hearts everywhere

but for her girlfriend? she’ll spend her money on some colors for once <3

it’ll start with something small like a brown stuffed bear holding a bright pink heart, and when she saw your face light up she knew she had to do it again

she started bringing you more heart shaped and pink gifts, little notes about how much she loved you, and even gave in to wearing some colors when she took you on a date !!

“do i have to wear the pink shirt?” she sighed as she stared at it in your bedroom mirror, pulling the ends down a bit. “for me? we’re matching, it’s cute!” you smiled widely, walking close and wrapped your arms around her, placing a few kisses on her cheek. “fine.. just this once. only ‘cause i love you, doll.”

she did feel a little embarrassed out in public wearing the shirt, but with your bubbly smile she decided to forget about all the stares

she’d take you to either an ice cream place or a cafe, spoiling you with whatever you wanted, as long as you paid her back in kisses <3

and that night would be spent cuddling the stuffed animals she got you, with her wrapped around you like a koala

[lillylvjy]

So ride with me tonight.

notes; hello hello! Another softball Wilma fic! I feel like this is the one time I’m just like being consistent with posting and I’m happy about it so! I have more coming! Enjoy!

Warning; reader has a bunch of religious trauma but it’s barely mentioned, reader has a sibling that is barely mentioned, we love Diane and Mark, readers mom is kinda an asshole who’s name is Kathy, so much fluff between reader and Wilma, Wil is the third wheel, reader in dress, kissing, Wilma and reader teasing wil, if I missed anything please tell me!

who; softball!wilma x female!reader (sorry! I fed into my delusions)

edited; nope!

wc; 1.4k

au by @phxntomsdusk !!!

You saw her once you walked in. Your family always sat close together, usually behind them, considering her mom was really close to yours. But today was different.

You guys decided to sit with them.

Wilma smiled as you followed your family to where the Gold’s were sitting, standing up so your parents and siblings could scoot down to her parents and sat back down once you were the last one to pass. Wil gave you a smile as you sat down next to her, pinky automatically linking with yours.

Turning your head, her smile igniting your own, as you fully slipped your hand into hers. Your mom once asked you why you always held hands with Wilma, getting suspicious on why you both were so close.

“Mom. We grew up with each other, we’re best friends, can’t friends hold hands? Diane said you guys used to all the time…”

“Touché”

After that she didn’t say anything but you knew she had some suspicions, you just had to steer her away from them. You hated lying to her but if it was the only way to protect yourself and your relationship with Wilma, you’d take what you can get.

“Good morning love.” Wilma whispered to you as you grabbed the book and flipped to the page the first song was on.

“Good morning.” You said softly as the organ started playing and everyone stood.

The whole time Wilma was either shoulder to shoulder with you while you stood, or she was holding your hand while you sat. She just wanted you close, as you did her.

After church was over, your family stayed back until all the rush to get out and go to brunch was over as you all walked outside.

“Hey, darling. Wanna hang out? Get lunch, go shopping, anything before I have my game this evening? Don’t ask why it’s in a Sunday, i’d really like to know as well…”

“Can I come with?!” Wil asked as he over heard Wilma’s ask.

You laughed as Wilma scoffed and agreed to dragging him along. You looked at your mom, who was currently laughing at something Diane said. You wanted to go, you really did, but was it worth the lie?

One glance at Wilm was all you needed to determine your decision.

“Ok, give me a minute and see what mother says…” Wilma and Wil both laughed at the name as you walked over to the adults. You rubbed your hands on your dress as your anxiety started rise up. You didn’t like the thought of your mom asking you so many questions to the point you’d break and reveal everything. You didn’t want her to find out and ruin this. It was the best thing you had so far. “Hey mom? Dad? Can I go out with Wilma and Wil? They want to hang out before Wilma’s game. And can I also go to that as well?” You asked hesitantly, playing with your hands as your nervousness showed.

Mark and Diane both smiled at you as your mom looked at your dad for an opinion, yet he didn’t have one, shrugging and pointing at your mom. She sighed and looked at you, “What will you be doing? Better be nothing bad, especially since it’s Sunday and you should be at home reading the Bible with us-“

“Hey, Kathy. She’ll be ok, I promise. I bet they’re only going out to breakfast and coming back to our house! I’ll bring her home after the game safely. I promise.”

“Also what would it hurt for her to miss just one Sunday of reading the Bible…” Mark finished off as he wrapped his arm around Diane and smiled at you. You smiled back at both of them with so much thanks and love for them. They were more of parents to you the your actual parents were.

Your mom sighed as she nodded. “Ok fine, yes! Be safe, and Wilma! Don’t kill my daughter!”

“Won’t even think about it!” Wilma yelled back as she smiled at you. “You comin’?” Wilma yelled at you as she tossed her keys in her hand while Wilbur ran to the truck.

Your smile was as wide as ever as you hugged your mom and your second parents, thanking all of them as you ran over to Wilma, you grabbing her hand and pulling her with you.

“Don’t you think it’s slightly weird how they always hold hands?” You heard your mom ask.

“Kathy, we used to do that all the time, plus they’re practically family.”

Family. The word was deeper than your mom could realize. Mark always told you how Wilma seemed lighter and more involved with things besides softball ever since you both became close and started dating. Diane also said how happy Wilma looked too, more than she’s seen in a long while. She always wanted you to her part of her family, whether that was marrying one of her kids or her adopting you, she would take anything. And she certainly got something. Wilbur also made fun of you two, always saying how gross you guys are, but he silently appreciated the relationship. Seeing his sister and best friend happy was more than enough.

“Baby? You ok? I lost you for a second.” Wilma pulls you to her gently as you slow down and look up at her.

“I’m good, but the sound of me being part of the family has a nice tone to it…”

Wilma slowly smiled as she scoffed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into her chest as she walked. “So you do want to get married?”

“Who said anything about marriage….” Wilma looked down at you with wide eyes and anxiety lacing her pupils. “I’m joking, yes of course I do!”

“Thank fuck… my plans would be ruined….”

“What?! Plans? WILMA-“ Wilma pulled away as she started sprinting to the car, you close behind, silently thanking yourself for wearing sneakers with your dress this morning.

Meeting her by the drivers seat, both of you panting as Wilma looked down at you with fond eyes. “Have I told you how pretty you look today, especially in that dress?”

“Thank you my love, but we’re not done with that conversation-“

“Yes ma’am!” Wilma said as she held up her hands defensively as you pointed at her. Both of you laughed as she opened the driver side door, to find Wilbur in the middle seat on his phone. “Hey! Idiot! Scoot over, that seats for her.”

“Pleaseeeee I love the middle seat!”

“No! Now scoot, unless you want me and y/n to hold hands across you and-“

“Ok! Ok fine! There… happy?” Wil asked as he patted the seat for you resting his arm on the head of the seats. Wilma’s truck was an older one, where there was only one row of seats and that was the three in the front, all connected. But you all cherished and loved the old rusty thing a lot.

“Very.” You said as you climbed in, Wilma standing behind you, blocking anyone’s eyes to from seeing anything and to also get in the car herself.

Getting settled in, Wilma took the aux out of Wil’s hands and gave it to you. “She’s the guest, she picks the music.”

“Baby you forget we all share a driving playlist..” you said as you pressed play on the shared playlist, Oklahoma Smokeshow by Zach Bryan coming through the speakers.

Wilma smiled at you as she placed her right hand above your knee, your hand coming and connecting with hers. “I know but I want my girl to pick the music she wants too.”

“And this is the perfect music for me.” You smiled back at her as she leaned down and kissed you gently, both of your smiles interfering as you did. Your free hand reached up and cupped her cheek, rubbing the bone that sat so prominently on her face. You both stayed put, lips not touching but close enough to look like they were, and smiles as bright as the sun.

“…. Did you forget about me?”

“Wilbur I swear to god!” Wilma groaned as her brother as she pulled away and looked at him with anger filled eyes.

Laughing, you rubbed her cheek once more before letting go of her face and squeezing her right hand in yours. “Ok, let’s get some food yeah? I’m starving. Plus he just has to be grateful it didn’t get any worse-“

“Ok! Breakfast yeah? Where are we thinking?! Cracker Barrel, Bob Evan’s-“

You weren’t paying attention to the male as the song continued to play and ring out as the ending played and Wilma’s singing filled your thoughts.

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[kaliforniahigh]

Dad!Noah and Wife!Reader taking pics of each other while napping with the babe. Like she sees him napping holding the little one (also napping) in his arms or on his chest. And viceversa. just fluff.

This is soo cute, I'm gonna cry!!!!

Warning: I don't know how Noah used to celebrate birthdays/halloween, the description is just for the sake of the story. This became more of a Halloween fic rather than a birthday fic LOL

WC: 1.1k (not proofread)

This is basically just fluff.

There was a time when you and Noah used to go crazy for Halloween and his birthday. Young and in love, the night felt endless and so did the drinks.

Before Noah met you, he wasn't really big on celebrating the date. But you came into his life and he didn't really understand how had you went for Halloween when he spent it with you the first time.

He remembers you planning your costume months before the date. And after he saw your excitement, he couldn't help but ask you to put something together for him as well. So you started celebrating Halloween every year after that.

You had one condition though. Halloween needed to be celebrated on the 30th, because you insisted that the 31st and his day only.

He protested at first, but then saw that you wouldn't budge on your decision. So that's when he also started to celebrate his birthday.

The boys always congratulated him, obviously, but he never wanted anything too crazy. Maybe order his favorite fruit and have some cake. But that was the extent of it.

Now, you and him go out to eat, you buy him a fancy cake with decorations and writing on top and you sing happy birthdays while the candle is lit.

This year though, your October is looking very different.

First, you both feel dead tired everyday - have been since your daughter was born - and the preparations were a little last minute, since neither you nor Noah remembered your daughter's daycare Halloween party.

It was just your luck that they decided to celebrate it on the 30th, so you could have the 31st to celebrate with family and friends.

So you took care of the food, and Noah ran to the store to pick up a last minute costume. You didn't give him any instructions, which scared you a little bit.

When he came home though, with two bags in hand and you opened them to find a Fred, Wilma and Pebbles Flintstones costume, you were sure you wouldn't be able to pick a better one even if you tried.

So with food in your hands and an almost one year old baby on Noah's arms, you headed to the "party".

It wasn't anything crazy, since it was only a bunch of babies and parents in one room, eating nice food and giving each other - sometimes unsolicited - advice on how to make the baby fall asleep at night and other stuff. There also weren't any drinks, which didn't bother you and Noah in the slightest, since you both stopped drinking since before you found out you were pregnant.

But, taking care of a baby in that environment still took a lot out of you and him. Aurora cried from time to time, mainly from the amount of people in the room, or simply because another baby started crying too. So Noah had to take her on a walk and show her some toys to try and distract her.

The thing that tired you the most was having to interact with other parents. You didn't sleep well last night - like many other nights - and you just wanted to be home, resting with your family.

But you understood the importance of participating in these events. Both for your baby and for you and Noah as new parents.

You tried to stay for as long as you could, but right when it was approaching 8:00 PM, your daughter began to get even more fussy in Noah's arms, and he suggested you head home.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Noah secured Aurora on the car seat, and got in the driver's seat next to you.

"I didn't know these baby parties could drain you so much", you said as you sighed out loud.

"Tell me about it", he gave you a look of disbelief and turned on the car, driving off into the streets. "Evan literally wouldn't stop talking about how well his son sleeps through the night", he huffed in annoyance.

"Ugh, these kinds of people piss me off", you rolled your eyes, resting your head on the window.

"He could tell I was falling asleep at any minute, and he just wanted to feel like the better parent"

Usually, you and Noah didn't care about these comments. You knew you were giving your best to your daughter, while also having to balance a marriage.

But it was times like these, where you felt overwhelmed, that you couldn't lie and say that these comments didn't piss you off.

You two were vey lucky to have each other during this journey and you wouldn't choose doing this with anyone else.

When you got home, you unbuckled Aurora while Noah opened the door. Making your way inside, Noah took the sleepy baby from your arms.

"Let me feed her, you can go take a shower", he said, and kissed you on the forehead.

You thanked him silently, making your way up the stairs to take a warm and steamy shower.

You took longer than usual, just needing a few minutes to clear your head and relax by yourself.

Cleaning the fog from the mirror, you dried yourself, brushed your teeh and picked some comfortable clothes - usually Noah's - to sleep in.

You silently made your way to the nursery to put the baby to sleep and give Noah his turn in the shower. The door was wide open, Noah sitting on the recliner, shirtless, as that was his preferred way of holding Aurora when he was home. You were about to softly call out his name for him to look at you, when you noticed soft breaths coming from his lips.

Getting closer, you noticed that both of them were in a deep slumber, Violet's cheeks smushed on her dad's chest, her little hand making a thight fist.

Noah's large hand was sprawled on her back, holding her close to him, head lulled to the side.

You were frozen in your spot for a few minutes, just watching the two most important people in your life share an indescribable moment together.

You thought about snapping a picture, when you remember you left your phone on your bed when you went to take a shower. Tiptoeing your way out of the room as silently as you could, you went to the bedroom to grab your phone.

When you came back, you wanted to chuckle at how knocked out they both were. You noticed that Aurora slept with her little mouth slightly open, just like her dad.

After snapping a few pictures from different angles, you decided to print it tomorrow to add to your endless collection of you daughter sleeping with either you or Noah.

You watched for a few more minutes, realizing that eventually, you would have to wake him up.

But for now, you went to the kitchen to snack on something before bed, deciding to let them be for a while longer.

[rumpelree]

💕GENDERBENT ‘EM CUZ WHY NOT!!

William won the deciding YT poll and Michael was the runner up, so they’re who I went with!! You can kinda tell that I HATE drawing hands XD

Love giving women short hair so I just decided to fluff up the style I usually give William, and gave that to Wilma! If ya couldn’t already tell I love doing alternate versions of characters, thus this being born!

[saccharinesunsetretired]

Masterlist

Simpbur

Wilbur Soot's Guide to Side Hustles - camboy!sub!simpbur x camgirl!dom!reader, smut, some hurt/comfort and angst, series (IN PROGRESS)

Part One Summary: Wilbur has had a long line of obsessions in his time. In a desperate attempt to get the attention he craves, he starts making content online. When he encounters you at a party full of other creators...well, he's never been good at staying away from things that draw him in, and you may very well be his undoing.

L'Manbur

Stress Relief - Smut, gender-neutral AFAB reader

Summary: You once told Wilbur that he was welcome to use you while you were asleep. After a particularly stressful day as president, he decides to take advantage.

Revivebur

Yours, Anyway - Slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, gender-neutral reader

Summary: Wilbur gets lost in a snowstorm after the destruction of the burger van. With frostbite, exhaustion, and desperation setting in, he ends up on your doorstep despite believing that you despise him. After all, what other choice does he have?

Ask Responses:

Taking Care of Revivebur - Headcanons, gender neutral

Reuniting With Revivebur - Headcanons, gender neutral

Wolfbur

(based on @drop-of-void's Wolfbur AU)

First Time for Everything - Smut, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: Neither you nor Wilbur realized that he could, in fact, knot you despite him not being in rut. It turns out to be a pleasant discovery.

Cowboy!Wilbur

(based on @abbs-writes-nsfw’s cowboy AU)

Forever & Always - Smut, slight hurt/comfort, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: Wilbur finally makes it to the state championship in barrel racing, although he seems off afterward. Thankfully, you always know how to cheer him up.

Wilma

(based on the Sorry Boys' "We Became Painters" video)

Dating Headcanons - MTF Wilma, fluff

Gothbur

(based on @abbs-writes-nsfw's Gothbur AU)

Safe With Me - Slight smut, mostly hurt/comfort, gender neutral AFAB reader

Summary: An attempt to lose your virginity to your boyfriend doesn't quite go as planned. Of course, he's a sweetheart about it.

[joydoesathing]

in case my previous ask was a bit conplex here are some questions that can be answered in:

-yes/no

-Michael/Wilma

(writing purposes ok.)

Where Wil and Mike living in the same apartment before they were engaged?

Can Wil speak Japanese? (u said u hc dr. w as japanese-american)

who usually comes home later

do they prefer tea or coffee

is it alr if i write like fluff abt the 2

can i add like 1 of my hc into the fanfic (it wont really affect their story that much)

not a yes/no or Michael/Wilma question but are either of them best friends with anyone in the apartment (can see Teacher dude being best friends with cheffy boi ngl)

-🎀

1.) No, they weren't

2.) Only a little

3.) Wil

4.) Mike prefers tea and Wil prefers coffee

5.) sure 😊

6.) sure 😊

7.) Yeah, I see Mike and Nacho being friends (plus Mike's like an uncle to Tolya) but he does hang out with the twins and Martin at times.

For Wil, almost all the neighbors are just acquaintances to her but she does become oddly more polite to the Rudboys for .......reasons

[wilmaslittleflower]

snuggles and snow.

notes; hello! First agere fic on here, who’s excited?? I’m working on more but I really enjoyed writing this and hope you enjoy reading it!

warnings; reader thinking wilms mad at them, reader has a brother, use of darling, pretty, baby, ect. think that’s it but if I missed anything, please tell me.

edited; yes.

wc; 1.8k

who; Wilma soot x reader (cg!wilm and little! reader)

“Mama! wook!” you exclaimed to the barely conscious women in the bed next to you as you shoot out of the bed. Running up to the window, pulling open the curtains and squealing in excitement at the white fluff on the ground. Wilma groaned at the added light in the early morning.

“Baby, please close them?” she asks as she placed a pillow over her head.

“buht mama, wou din wook!” You whined as you went back to the bed and tried to pat at the pillow, signaling to her to take it away. “pease wook.” You said as she took the pillow off her face to see you with a slight pout adorning your features.

Wilma took a moment to look at you. She loved you so much. Big or little. Tired or hyper. Sad or happy. She would always love you, no matter what.

Placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing, she smiles at you and nods. “You’re right hun, I’m sorry. Show me what’s going on,” she said as she sat up from her lying position, quickly being dragged by you over to the window. Her eyes widening as she looked at how much there was of-

“Snow!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down. You quickly let go of Wilma’s hand to press your face up against the glass, giggling at the cold touch of the object. “tan we go ouwsid?” You asks as you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a small pout, trying to make your ask possible.

Wilma smiled down at you as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. “Maybe, depends on how cold it is.” And how high the snow is. She’d have to talk to Wil about that and how to get out of here if needed. The snow kept falling and nothing was going to help the driveway from being clear. “Let’s go downstairs and see if Aidan and Wil are awake yeah? If so we can talk to them about it, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as you squirmed out of her embrace and ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open and getting ready to run down the hall and steps, to be stopped by Wilma picking you up and carrying down stairs. “Mommy!” You whined as you hide your face in her neck.

“Baby the last time you did that, you ended up falling down the stairs and hurting yourself. No more ok? We don’t run down steps. Especially in fuzzy socks.” She told you as you nodded into her neck, now suddenly embarrassed at the memory and anxious she was mad.

As she walked down to the living room, the house was eerily quiet which meant they were the only ones awake for the time being. Wilma took you over to the couch and gently sat down with you on her lap.

“Hey, pretty darling, can I see you?” She asked as you snuggled deeper into her neck. “Please, just for a little? Then I can make some breakfast while you watch some tv with your stuffies yeah?” You slowly lifted your head as you looked up at her with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth. “There’s my pretty baby. I’m not mad ok? I’m just cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt again. I love you.” Wilma said as she kisses your cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, anywhere she could as she held you closer and tighter to her. She poured as much love and affection as she could to each kiss and hug she could, not wanting you to feel like this anymore than you had you.

“I wuv wou too mama. Won do iht again. pwomise!” You told her as you looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back as she held out her pinky, raising a brow at you. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled as you excitedly linked pinkies with her. “Pinky!” Wilma quickly grabbed you , pulled you into her lap and tickled you.

“Ahaha! Mama nooo!” You squirmed as you laughed and squealed as her fingers lightly dug into your sides and tickled.

After some time, Wilma let you go and smiled back at you. “I’m going to start breakfast as we wait for Aidan and Wil ok? Wanna stay here and watch shows or come with me?”

“Ummmm…. tan I say hewe n cowow?” You asked as you played with the blanket that was on the couch.

Wilma nodded as she got up, going over to the bin that was placed by the tv and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. “Yes you may, darling. What would you want to watch?”

You furrowed your eyes as you thought, yet Wilma knew it was going to be the same answer every time.

“Tangled!” Wilma laughed as you exclaimed with a giggle. She quickly put the movie on as you started coloring, leaving you to your own devices as she went to the kitchen and got started on some pancakes.

Not long after, Wilma heard soft groaning and hushed whispers as she turned around and say Wil carrying a sleepy Aidan into the room.

“They’re in the living room watching tangled if you want to go in there bubs.” Wilma spoke to the boy in her brothers arms, softly smiling as he nodded and nuzzled back into Wil’s neck.

After placing him down on the couch and leaving the two little ones in eye sight, Wil quickly grabbed two sippy’s and filled them.

“Rough night? Or is it too early?” Wilma asked with a small smile as Wil screwed the lids on and placed the juice back in the fridge.

“Couldn’t fall asleep last night sadly, but he’ll be ok. He can take a nap while he waits for breakfast.” Wil said as he walks to the living room again, giving the two their sippy’s and making sure Aidan was ok with where he was.

Wilma smiled at the interaction as she buttered the pancakes and whisked some eggs, knowing that Wil would definitely eat them and whoever else wanted them.

“So, have you seen outside?” Wil asked quietly, making sure not to alarms the two in the other room.

“Yeah, think we’ll be going anywhere today?” Wilma asked as she side eyed him with a curious glance.

Wil scoffed as he shook his head and got to hand made mugs out, one made by you for Wilm and one made by Aidan for Wil thanks to Wilma’s help, and poured some coffee into both. “Absolutely not! I’m not shoveling that drive way and I know you won’t either. Plus the roads are probably impossible to drive through, so I think it’s a stay in and stay warm type day.” He finished as he put cream and sugar into both mugs, the way they both liked it, and gave it to his other half.

“Yeah, kind of happy about it. I get to relax and watch over you three-“

“Haha, so funny.” Wil said sarcastically as he moved over to grab plates and utensils for the food.

“No but seriously though, no work and stuck inside, bingo!” Wilma said as she brought he mug up to her mouth.

“Yeah you say that until those two want to go out in that and have fun and we can’t say no.” Wil said as he looked at the two watching the tv and paying no mind to the siblings.

“I mean we could say no-“

“But we won’t, they need this. You know that juts as much as I do.” Wil said truthfully to the other.

“We need it to.” Wilma said as a response, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. They both had a rough childhood as well growing up, but they both needed to take care of someone, to prove that they were more than their parents. And they luckily got the best people to help and look after, as well as the little ones helping them.

Wilma got knocked out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her pant leg, looking down and smiling at you as she leant down to pick you up. Setting you on the counter in front of her, she tucked falling hair behind your ears, making room to see your pretty face.

“What’s wrong love?” Wilma asked softly as she rubbed your hands softly. Even with her rough hands you still loved when she did.

“tan we pway ouwsid n da snow?” You whispered to her, afraid she’d be mad at you for asking again.

Wilma sighed softly as she looked at Wil, who shrugged and gave her the “that’s up to you, I’m fine with it” look. She looked at the floor quickly, trying to make up her mind.

She wanted you to have fun outside but she also didn’t want you sick. But she could prevent that with layers and hot cocoa afterwards.

“Ok, yes you guys can but! after breakfast.” Wilma quickly added as she saw your eyes widen and Aidan pop up from the couch and come running over.

“tan i go toos?” Aidan asked Wil, voice hush but full of energy.

“Yes you may, darling. But like mama said, after breakfast.” Wilbur said to the boy as he quickly nodded and silently asked Wil to pick him up.

“Tan we eats now den? Wan go n pway!” You asked excitedly, squirming on the counter and in Wilm’s arms.

Wilma laughed as she quickly nodded, picking you up and sitting you down at the table. “If you stay here patiently and not rush to eat your food, then yes. And you have to wait for everyone. Ok?” Wilma said as she caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“Otay mama!” You said with a smile as Wil sat Aidan down beside you and told him the same while he helped Wilma dish plates up.

Wil quickly helped his twin as she started plating the fluffy pancakes down as he put some of the bacon on plated who favored it. “This’ll be fun.” He quietly added as he looked over at the two littles, talking to each other about something.

“That’s a given. Maybe we should join?” Wilma smiled softly at the two as she picked up your and her plates and set them down at the table.

“Um, yeah!” Wil said enthusiastically as he did the same for him and Aidan, quickly grabbing both of your sippy’s over and placing hem down in front of you both. The two thanking him in their own ways as Wilm cut up both your and Aidan’s food.

This will be fun.

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[mysticalsoot]

an angel to you

my wilma debut and a happy birthday to my sister, lillylvjy!!

➸ note; i am making this post literally the day before and i am so excited so if this is posted on the 30th instead of the 31st then know lillys birthday is the 31st of october and i just got too excited

➸ pairing; witch!wilma soot x gn!reader

➸ summary; you and wilma live outside of a small town and on an off day decide to have a sleepy day in

➸ warning; fluff, fluff, fluff. maybe implied age gap? dont remember. a gay guy writing for a woman is enough of a warning i think.

➸ age-rating; 14+

➸ wordcount; 1.1k

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the city may have been nice for a while, nice and busy and bustling, with plenty to do and see--yet there was something serene about a cottage in the woods by a small town with less than 8k occupants. it was always quiet, and cozy and the weather was stunning. how the snow fell and weighed on the leaves during the winter, or how the rain pattered on the roof, echoing through the house.

but your favorite part about it all, was wilma. she was like a moon to you, lighting your path in the dark without an overwhelming brightness. she was balance, you thought. the mid ground between mysterious and bubbly. a beautiful artist as well and maybe an even better witch.

she was greatly talented in everything she did, she could bake anything and everything, come up with any spell and perform it flawlessly and each of her paintings were better than any masterpiece that may have been deemed the 'best' throughout history. she was wonderful.

when you met her, you didn't actually intend on meeting her. in fact, you stumbled upon both the neighboring town and her cottage completely on accident. the same happened with your brother and his meeting with wilma's brother, you still wonder if both wilma and wilbur intended for you both to meet, but you never worried too much about it.

you and your brother aidan had left your home in the city to sort of travel in the more rural areas of the country, mostly searching for your ancestry. wherever your magic had come from since neither of your parents knew. they theorized it might've been your mother's side, but no one spoke of it so it wasn't clear. plus, wasn't it time to go on your own? at least in a way, you and aidan were inseparable, so leaving home was always done together.

you never found a very sound answer on your family's history with magic, although you're still searching. through your time living with wilma, you've found ways to harness your powers and control them much better. she teaches you everything she knows, and she's a wonderful teacher at that.

it's one of the colder days of the season, around mid october and most of the leaves have already fallen from the trees, laying on the ground and any surface they touch. on the porch, and the stairs, the roof and the old car that wilma still has (it's older than you both).

she had left early in the morning to go into town, you weren't fully conscious, at least enough to make out what she said but all you could gather is she had some errands to run. she kissed your forehead and left moments later, leaving you to sleep the morning away.

you were still waking up when you heard the door click open, smiling to yourself you hopped up out of bed and venturing to the living areas.

"hey, baby," wilma smiles back, a soft chuckle at your disheveled state slipping past her lips, "sleep well?"

you hum, rubbing your eyes before glancing at the paper grocery bags she holds in her hands.

"what do you have there, wilm?" you patter over to her, standing in the doorway of the kitchen as you watch her unpack. mostly herbs and spices, and some other random witchy things. new incense and candles.

"did you forget your lessons, love?" she muses, organizing everything in the cabinet she holds all of her materials.

"sorta," you hum, shrugging as you wrap your arms around her from behind, resting your face on her back as you sigh out.

"don't worry, they're tomorrow. wil's bringing aidan over," you nod softly against her, playing with the hem of her shirt as she pulls away to face you.

"can we just rest today?"

wilma nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before guiding you over to the couch so you can rest while she whips up a quick breakfast. you don't pay too close attention on what she does, glancing over at her every once and a while despite the way your eyes get heavy and begin to droop.

she smiles at you, glancing over at your resting form. you're not quite asleep but you're close enough. she makes quick work in the kitchen, flipping the pancakes and plating them quietly.

"darling, breakfast," she murmurs, placing breakfast on the table as she smiles at you a moment later. you walk over, sitting down beside her as you both begin to eat, "why dont you take a nap after breakfast, mm? we'll put on a movie and you can just rest. how's that sound?" she croons, kissing your temple as she gathers your plates.

"sounds like heaven," you mumble, getting up to follow her, helping her clean up the dishes before you both get settled on the couch. she clicks on a movie you've both watched a thousand times, letting you lay comfortably over her lap as she pulls out her sketchbook to doodle in while you rest.

you watch as she sketches quietly, a soft smile on her lips as you let your eyes droop closed again, letting sleep take you back. wilma admires you gently, hand rubbing your stomach and fingers tracing over your skin.

she lets you rest, pulling you to lay on top of her as she falls asleep with you. you subconsciously wrap your arms around her waist in your unconscious state, which earns and a smile and an awe from her.

you both enjoyed the serenity and peace of these moments, the time that you both could drown out the world with simple moments shared privately between you both.

you weren't sure how much time had passed once you began to stir, slowly waking up. you smile the moment you feel wilma's chest rise and fall below you, her still hands tangled into your hair where she must've been playing with it. you sit yourself up, curling your legs up against your chest as you silently admire her. the way her hair is sprawled around her face, or how her lips make a soft 'o' shape as she snores. you hum to yourself, before your eyes glance over at her sketchbook, open and facing up.

you take it into your hands, admiring the drawing she must've drawn while you slept. her love for you always amazed you, since you never could quite grasp someone loving you so wholly and in such a deep manner as wilma did. you were her muse in most everything she did and she absolutely adored you. she was devoted to you almost as much as you were her. you loved every second of it.

and in this moment, with her asleep beside you and a physical example of her love and devotion, you felt you might as well be in heaven, and be as loved as you could ever be.

you think wilma is your own angel, and that's the truth, anyone can see.

taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @willgoldszn @whos-nicooo @zebonos @charlieisverybored

[little-lillypad]

i’m dreaming (of a white christmas)

a/n: first agere fic let’s go! This one is a draft- but it’s still so fun! Enjoy!

warnings: little!reader, cg! Wilma, cute stuff- literally that’s it

who; cg!wilma x little!reader

-

“Mama! wook!” you exclaimed to the barely conscious women in the bed next to you as you shoot out of the bed. Running up to the window, pulling open the curtains and squealing in excitement at the white fluff on the ground. Wilma groaned at the added light in the early morning.

“Baby, please close them?” she asks as she placed a pillow over her head.

“buht mama, wou din wook!” You whined as you went back to the bed and tried to pat at the pillow, signaling to her to take it away. “pease wook.” You said as she took the pillow off her face to see you with a slight pout adorning your features.

Wilma took a moment to look at you. She loved you so much. Big or little. Tired or hyper. Sad or happy. She would always love you, no matter what.

Placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing, she smiles at you and nods. “You’re right hun, I’m sorry. Show me what’s going on,” she said as she sat up from her lying position, quickly being dragged by you over to the window. Her eyes widening as she looked at how much there was of-

“Snow!” You exclaimed as you jumped up and down. You quickly let go of Wilma’s hand to press your face up against the glass, giggling at the cold touch of the object. “tan we go ouwsid?” You asks as you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a small pout, trying to make your ask possible.

Wilma smiled down at you as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. “Maybe, depends on how cold it is.” And how high the snow is. She’d have to talk to Wil about that and how to get out of here if needed. The snow kept falling and nothing was going to help the driveway from being clear. “Let’s go downstairs and see if Aidan and Wil are awake yeah? If so we can talk to them about it, yeah?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed as you squirmed out of her embrace and ran to the bedroom door, swinging it open and getting ready to run down the hall and steps, to be stopped by Wilma picking you up and carrying down stairs. “Mommy!” You whined as you hide your face in her neck.

“Baby the last time you did that, you ended up falling down the stairs and hurting yourself. No more ok? We don’t run down steps. Especially in fuzzy socks.” She told you as you nodded into her neck, now suddenly embarrassed at the memory and anxious she was mad.

As she walked down to the living room, the house was eerily quiet which meant they were the only ones awake for the time being. Wilma took you over to the couch and gently sat down with you on her lap.

“Hey, pretty darling, can I see you?” She asked as you snuggled deeper into her neck. “Please, just for a little? Then I can make some breakfast while you watch some tv with your stuffies yeah?” You slowly lifted your head as you looked up at her with furrowed brows and your bottom lip between your teeth. “There’s my pretty baby. I’m not mad ok? I’m just cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt again. I love you.” Wilma said as she kisses your cheek, jaw, forehead, nose, anywhere she could as she held you closer and tighter to her. She poured as much love and affection as she could to each kiss and hug she could, not wanting you to feel like this anymore than you had you.

“I wuv wou too mama. Won do iht again. pwomise!” You told her as you looked at her with a smile.

She smiled back as she held out her pinky, raising a brow at you. “Pinky promise?”

You giggled as you excitedly linked pinkies with her. “Pinky!” Wilma quickly grabbed you , pulled you into her lap and tickled you.

“Ahaha! Mama nooo!” You squirmed as you laughed and squealed as her fingers lightly dug into your sides and tickled.

After some time, Wilma let you go and smiled back at you. “I’m going to start breakfast as we wait for Aidan and Wil ok? Wanna stay here and watch shows or come with me?”

“Ummmm…. tan I say hewe n cowow?” You asked as you played with the blanket that was on the couch.

Wilma nodded as she got up, going over to the bin that was placed by the tv and pulled out a coloring book and some crayons. “Yes you may, darling. What would you want to watch?”

You furrowed your eyes as you thought, yet Wilma knew it was going to be the same answer every time.

“Tangled!” Wilma laughed as you exclaimed with a giggle. She quickly put the movie on as you started coloring, leaving you to your own devices as she went to the kitchen and got started on some pancakes.

Not long after, Wilma heard soft groaning and hushed whispers as she turned around and say Wil carrying a sleepy Aidan into the room.

“They’re in the living room watching tangled if you want to go in there bubs.” Wilma spoke to the boy in her brothers arms, softly smiling as he nodded and nuzzled back into Wil’s neck.

After placing him down on the couch and leaving the two little ones in eye sight, Wil quickly grabbed two sippy’s and filled them.

“Rough night? Or is it too early?” Wilma asked with a small smile as Wil screwed the lids on and placed the juice back in the fridge.

“Couldn’t fall asleep last night sadly, but he’ll be ok. He can take a nap while he waits for breakfast.” Wil said as he walks to the living room again, giving the two their sippy’s and making sure Aidan was ok with where he was.

Wilma smiled at the interaction as she buttered the pancakes and whisked some eggs, knowing that Wil would definitely eat them and whoever else wanted them.

“So, have you seen outside?” Wil asked quietly, making sure not to alarms the two in the other room.

“Yeah, think we’ll be going anywhere today?” Wilma asked as she side eyed him with a curious glance.

Wil scoffed as he shook his head and got to hand made mugs out, one made by you for Wilm and one made by Aidan for Wil thanks to Wilma’s help, and poured some coffee into both. “Absolutely not! I’m not shoveling that drive way and I know you won’t either. Plus the roads are probably impossible to drive through, so I think it’s a stay in and stay warm type day.” He finished as he put cream and sugar into both mugs, the way they both liked it, and gave it to his other half.

“Yeah, kind of happy about it. I get to relax and watch over you three-“

“Haha, so funny.” Wil said sarcastically as he moved over to grab plates and utensils for the food.

“No but seriously though, no work and stuck inside, bingo!” Wilma said as she brought he mug up to her mouth.

“Yeah you say that until those two want to go out in that and have fun and we can’t say no.” Wil said as he looked at the two watching the tv and paying no mind to the siblings.

“I mean we could say no-“

“But we won’t, they need this. You know that juts as much as I do.” Wil said truthfully to the other.

“We need it to.” Wilma said as a response, leaning against the counter and playing with her mug. They both had a rough childhood as well growing up, but they both needed to take care of someone, to prove that they were more than their parents. And they luckily got the best people to help and look after, as well as the little ones helping them.

Wilma got knocked out of her thoughts when she felt a tug on her pant leg, looking down and smiling at you as she leant down to pick you up. Setting you on the counter in front of her, she tucked falling hair behind your ears, making room to see your pretty face.

“What’s wrong love?” Wilma asked softly as she rubbed your hands softly. Even with her rough hands you still loved when she did.

“tan we pway ouwsid n da snow?” You whispered to her, afraid she’d be mad at you for asking again.

Wilma sighed softly as she looked at Wil, who shrugged and gave her the “that’s up to you, I’m fine with it” look. She looked at the floor quickly, trying to make up her mind.

She wanted you to have fun outside but she also didn’t want you sick. But she could prevent that with layers and hot cocoa afterwards.

“Ok, yes you guys can but! after breakfast.” Wilma quickly added as she saw your eyes widen and Aidan pop up from the couch and come running over.

“tan i go toos?” Aidan asked Wil, voice hush but full of energy.

“Yes you may, darling. But like mama said, after breakfast.” Wilbur said to the boy as he quickly nodded and silently asked Wil to pick him up.

“Tan we eats now den? Wan go n pway!” You asked excitedly, squirming on the counter and in Wilm’s arms.

Wilma laughed as she quickly nodded, picking you up and sitting you down at the table. “If you stay here patiently and not rush to eat your food, then yes. And you have to wait for everyone. Ok?” Wilma said as she caressed your cheek with her thumb.

“Otay mama!” You said with a smile as Wil sat Aidan down beside you and told him the same while he helped Wilma dish plates up.

Wil quickly helped his twin as she started plating the fluffy pancakes down as he put some of the bacon on plated who favored it. “This’ll be fun.” He quietly added as he looked over at the two littles, talking to each other about something.

“That’s a given. Maybe we should join?” Wilma smiled softly at the two as she picked up your and her plates and set them down at the table.

“Um, yeah!” Wil said enthusiastically as he did the same for him and Aidan, quickly grabbing both of your sippy’s over and placing hem down in front of you both. The two thanking him in their own ways as Wilm cut up both your and Aidan’s food.

This will be fun.

taglist: @evil-peanut-butter-addict-sam

[phxntomsdusk]

Past life - Klepto!Wilbur x GN!Reader

note: it’s pre-death klepto!wilbur !! this is gonna def make someone sad so i apologize in advance- i can’t let my bursonas live in peace, they always gotta be traumatized. Also relationship between Wilbur and the reader could be platonic or romantic, whichever you want :)

summary: you finally figure out what had turned the poor boy into a soul snatcher.

warnings: hella angst, mentions of death, swearing, self hurting thoughts/actions, comfort at some parts, parents fighting, divorce, alcoholic father, details of death, you probably will cry if you love this character

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @haunted-headset , @ivvees-blog , @average-vibe , @lillylvjy , @toastyliltoasts41 (ask to be added!)

word count: 3K

You never expected to get close to the very man who was meant to take your soul, but here you were, comforting him as he cried to you about everything that led up to his very passing. He never told you any of this before, let alone trusted you knowing any of it.

You had found out so much. About his sister, his parents, his death, his first love. It was so heartbreaking.

Him and Wilma barely got along. The two were polar opposites, with her having many friends and constantly at other people’s houses, and him only talking to one person and spending most time in his room. He had tried his best to get on her side, but they just never saw eye to eye.

His best friend was Ryan, also his first love. He always thought something was wrong with him for loving a boy, but couldn’t help it. He was beautiful, perfect, everything you would want in a partner.

His parents got divorced when he was young, his mother taking custody of Wilma while he got stuck with his dad. Him and his father had a rocky relationship, while his mom completely stopped visiting after so many weeks.

During the summer Wilbur always found himself sitting atop the hill behind his house, sitting under the old oak tree and reading books his mother had gifted him. He always loved dark themed stories, ones that left readers confused and disturbed. His sister never understood his liking for these books, always finding herself reading romance and cliche teen girl stories. She would sometimes join him under the tree, but their calm and peaceful moments never lasted long.

He could hear the crunching of branches behind him, glancing around the trunk to see Wilma approaching in her sundress. She awkwardly sat down next to him, leaning her head back against the tree and sighed. “They’re fighting again.” She mumbled quietly, moving her head against his shoulder. He quickly nodded and began to read his book aloud to her, making sure she could also follow along, he tilted the pages in her direction.

It was moments like these that made him grateful for his sister, a smile always stuck on his face as she embraced him, even if it was just for a source of comfort.

“I loved her for her silence. Or maybe I just understood it.” He read the words out loud, before being interrupted by Wilma. “Do you ever feel that way?” She raised a brow, sitting up straight and brought her knees up to her chest. “Feel like what?” He placed his bookmark on the page, putting the book down in his lap. “Silent.. just wanting to be quiet. Maybe it’ll fix whatever the hell is wrong with them.” She gestured towards the house, where you could see two arguing and yelling figures in the kitchen window, to which she frowned.

“I get what you mean. Don’t worry, they’ll stop.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, watching as she hesitantly nodded and sighed. “Hopefully. I honestly can’t wait for the day they divorce and send us off to Aunt Tiff’s.” She chuckled lightly, earning a laugh from Wilbur. “Doesn’t sound too bad, actually. Then we can visit the sea each morning and stare out at the horizon.” He smiled at the idea, to which she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You and your bloody daydreams.” She laughed and nudged his arm, before their mother shouted for her to come back inside. “I’m, uh, gonna go. Bye, Wil.” She quickly stood up, dusting off her skirt and rushed down the small hill.

If only they had more time, Wilbur thought. More time to actually treat one another like a person. More time for him to finally feel loved by someone in that dreadful house.

He sighed and opened his book again, picking up where he had stopped with a sorrowful expression, trying to ignore the tears that welled up in his eyes the second she had walked away.

That following spring, just as Wilma predicted their parents filed for a divorce. But instead of being sent away to their aunt’s home, Wilbur was dragged away by their father and taken to a small shitty apartment downtown. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodbye to Wilma before he was on his way to a new home.

Of course he had her number, but he doubted she would even answer while with their mother. He simply stared out the window with a hurt expression, sniffling quietly but was told to shut up by his father.

Arriving at the apartment wasn’t any better. It had one bedroom, leaving him to sleep on the small futon placed in the living room that merged into the kitchen. His father didn’t seem to care and walked past him, heading into the bedroom with his bag and slammed the door shut.

“God damnit.” He groaned and grabbed the bag his dad packed for him off the ground, making his way to the futon and tossed it atop, before sitting down and frowned. He could feel each and every spring poking against his legs, causing him to quickly stand up and look for a blanket or pillow to lay down over it.

He knew his dad was a loser, but this was a new all time low. Leaving his only son with nothing but a small duffle bag with a few shirts and pants, no self care or anything. How would he manage to survive this?

“Wil! Get me a drink!” The shout from his dad made him internally cringe, clenching his jaw as he obeyed his words and walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, of course only filled with beer and water. He figured which one his dad wanted, grabbing the coldest one he could find before walking towards the bedroom.

He didn’t bother to question how his dad already had this place, stocked the fridge with only two types of drinks, and didn’t even bother to get proper furniture. He simply entered the room with a blank expression, putting the can on the bedside table before walking out, sighing quietly to himself.

“When will this shit get better?” He ran a hand over his face, before checking the time on his watch and saw he should at least try to sleep. Of course the futon was extremely uncomfortable, leaving him to use his bag as a pillow and he just slept in the clothes he wore all day.

As before he had mentioned Ryan, the very boy he had fallen in love with, the boy he hoped to confess to on this dreadful day. It was the first time in months that Wilbur had been back at his original home, mostly visiting his mom and Wilma, but when talk of Ryan coming over came up he couldn’t resist.

He was waiting at the hill, reading his book, but had himself facing the residence so he could see when his love would arrive. When the sudden sight of blonde hair and a red shirt appeared, he knew it had to be him.

“Ryan!” Wilbur shouted happily, rushing to stand up, leaving his book to sit wide open in the dirt. He rushed down the hill, stumbling slightly off the sidewalk and into the road, looking up to meet Ryan’s gaze. “Wow, Wilbur, be careful.” He chuckled lightly, glancing back and forth before he was about to cross.

But that’s when everything had changed.

Within only a few seconds a car horn could be heard, causing Wilbur’s gaze to divert to his right, seeing a white light nearing him. It was as if in the blink of an eye he was there, and then he was gone.

“Holy fuck! Wilbur!” Ryan quickly rushed over to him, holding up his head and placed a hand on the back of his neck, inspecting the wide gash he had just gained. The rushing footsteps of Wilma and his mother could be heard, a terrified shriek escaping his sister’s mouth as she knelt down next to him.

He could barely comprehend anything happening, he just felt so lightheaded and groggy, barely able to keep his eyes open as the taste of metal filled his mouth. He stared up at Ryan, tears filling his eyes as he weakly lifted a hand, only to be turned down and handed off to his mom, while he heard the tapping of a phone and soon the dialing of a call.

He didn’t understand what was happening. Was he dying? Was this really how his life was going to end? On the side of the road at 15 years old, just days before he was meant to turn 16. Just days before he could spend the day with his family again. Why did this have to happen to him?

Of course, that’s the last moment Wilbur remembered being alive. The next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital, his family crying around him as he stared in confusion, only to glance back and see his own lifeless body in the bed. A large gash across his neck, nearing his face.

The emotions he felt were difficult to explain, he was glad he didn’t have to deal with his father anymore, but seeing the pain he caused everyone hurt. Seeing his sister slowly spiral into a moment of depression and pain, his mother sobbing her eyes out to the point she couldn’t stand, and his father.. nowhere to be seen.

It was all so overwhelming, with him quickly leaving the hospital and rushed down the street. Though he didn’t notice the locket that somehow appeared around his neck, not until a sudden shadow seemed to be following him, reaching out for it and trying to drag him back to where his body lay.

All he could do was try his best to ignore this feeling, instead tearing the locket off himself and throwing it behind him. His biggest mistake ever.

He furrowed his brows as he slowly stopped in his tracks, watching as his surroundings only became darker and more grim, colder and more dull. “What the hell..” he mumbled under his breath, turning around and trying to walk, only to bump into something.

He didn’t even know what he was getting himself into, not until he felt the sudden paint returning to his neck, his surroundings becoming visible again, except there were so many more people. So many people he knew had passed in that town. He recognized an old shopkeeper who had lost his life during a fire, the burn marks still on his face and hands. He quickly walked over to the man, hoping he would have an answer.

“Mr. Williams?” He spoke in a quiet tone, watching the man turn to face him with a warm smile. “Wilbur? Is that you? My, you’ve gotten big.” His tone was welcoming, until he had taken notice of how young Wilbur was. “Aren't you quite young still? You shouldn’t be here.” He frowned and walked closer, taking note of the large gash on the side of Wilbur’s neck. “My, my. Such a shame.” Without another word he was gone, leaving Wil more confused than before.

Of course it didn’t stop here, how could it? He had become the Grim Reaper’s assistant after all.

It all started when he was simply walking past the hospital again, taking notice of a young boy outside the building, a locket around his neck as he stood there, always like he was waiting for someone.

“Hey, kid.” Wilbur approached him, raising a brow as he slightly bent down to meet his height. “Who are you waiting for?” His voice got quiet, watching the boy shrug and fiddle with the necklace around his neck. “I don’t know. I’m just here.” He pursed his lips, looking away from Wil.

He felt bad for the kid, he was dead and didn’t even know it. He quickly looked around the area, before crouching down and gestured towards the locket. “Let me see the locket.” He reached a hand out, watching as the boy hesitantly took it off and placed it in Wilbur’s hands. Engraved in the small emerald gem was an ‘H’. “What’s your name?” Wilbur looked back up at the kid, before standing up straight. “Henry.”

Before Wilbur could even speak again he was gone, causing him to state in confusion and disbelief. Where had the kid gone? He couldn’t easily disappear like that, could he? It was like Mr. Williams all over again.

He didn’t know what to do with the locket, and simply pocketed it, saying to himself mentally that he’d find a proper grave for it at some point.

But of course he didn’t. And he kept helping those lost souls finally rest in peace. It started with random people he found who looked lost, simply suggesting they give him their locket, to which they did. But once they got stubborn he took it upon himself to find their bodies and lead them to it, showing that they needed to hand over the locket so they could properly cross over.

He didn’t know he was truly helping someone this entire time, he simply thought he was doing the right thing. But with each locket he collected, he felt more power hungry for more. He wanted to fill his coat pockets, his drawers in the small house he claimed, the walls that had so many puncture holes from pins being pushed in and out.

Throughout this whole period of time, these months upon months, turned years of waiting for a change. He got one.

You watched as he got choked up on his words, causing you to hold his face in your hands and hold him close. “Wilbur, take your time. What changed?” You spoke softly, furrowing your brows at him.

“It.. it was Wilma. I found her.”

Just like he said. He found her. Wandering around the streets with a confused look on her face, her body hidden away in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, her tear soaked cheeks shining in the dim moonlight.

“Wilma?” His voice called out, rushing over to her with a confused look. His eyes locked in on the locket she wore, trying to ignore the intense urge to snatch it from her. “How are you here?” He placed his hands on her shoulders, watching her look up and get choked up on speaking.

“I wanted to see my brother again, Wil. It’s been years.” She quickly pulled him into a hug, crying heavily into his shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around his torso. He instantly hugged her back, a hand on the back of her head as he held her close. “How old are you, Wilm?” He spoke quietly, listening as she struggled to answer. “20. It’s been 5 years since you passed.”

He knew she couldn’t have passed from natural causes, suspecting one thing that he didn’t want to assume. “Did it hurt?” He spoke quietly, feeling her shake her head against him, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. “Thankfully no. I just.. it’s hard without you, y’know.” She pulled away from their hug, frowning slightly as she placed her hands on his face, smiling at the sight of him.

“Still young as ever. I’m jealous.” She chuckled softly, watching as he smiled at her words, nodding and nervously looked down. “Listen.. Wilma.” He sighed and gestured towards the locket she wore, biting the corner of his lip. “If you wanna fully pass over, you’re gonna need to hand over the locket.”

Her face somewhat dropped, clutching the green gem in her hands as she shook her head frantically. “What? No! I just got to see you again after 5 years, how could I leave so quickly?”

“Wilma, you have to. It’s not smart to stick around for so long without crossing over.” His tone became much more demanding, staring her down as he tried to get her to just agree with his words. “Do you do this to everyone you see? What the fuck has gotten into you?” She took a step back, glancing down at his coat pockets, seeing a shine through them. She was quick with her actions, reaching forward and snatching a few, before running off in the other direction. “Wilma! What the fuck?!” He quickly rushed after her, trying his best to catch her before she did the worst thing she could think of.

She had found her way to a graveyard, letting out a shaky breath as she thought quickly. She picked one of the lockets and dug a small hole in a grave, shoving the locket inside before packing the dirt down, watching as the green gem glowed through the brown muck. “Holy shit..” She muttered under her breath, before crawling towards another grave, doing the same thing as before, hearing as Wilbur’s footsteps got closer.

“Wilma, what are you doing?” He panicked as he saw the glows through the dirt, staring at her with a look of betrayal and hurt. “How.. how could you!” He rushed over to try and unbury one of them, but before he could, it was gone. “Wilma, what did you do?” He stared at her with confusion, watching as the glow of the other’s died down.

This was the moment he knew the two of them would probably never see eye to eye again. He had spent years collecting lost souls, and now all of sudden Wilma is back and somehow managed to return souls to earth. He didn’t understand, simply staring down at the empty dirt mound, feeling his stomach drop.

“So, that’s why you and her don’t talk anymore?” You quirked a brow up, watching him note and fiddle with the small locket he had in his pocket. “Yeah. Ever since then I haven't seen her again.” He sighed and looked over at you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“It’s harder for lost souls to cross over now. She’s constantly searching for them.. burying the lockets in the graveyard. Before I can ever get them they’re back to earth.” He spoke quietly, an annoyed look forming on his face. “It doesn’t always work out sometimes..”

You looked down at him with a confused look, lightly wrapping an arm around him. “What do you mean?” You spoke quietly, leaning your head on his.

“Staying silent.”

[lillylvjy]

she always asks if she can come back over no matter what you’re doing, every time she comes back over she gives a quiet little “hi…’m back again, ‘m sorry” because she always thinks she’s disturbing you

sometimes it’s for something as little as showing you the ladybug that crawled onto her band as she was tending to the garden or a beautiful shade of green she just mixed up for her painting and she thinks it’s something so stupid and small and that she shouldn’t have disturbed you but anything she wants you to see, you’ll look at straight away

sometimes it’s just to come over for a kiss, say she’s been cooking dinner and she sees you laying on the sofa watching a tv show and she can’t help but think of how lonely you look laying by yourself

“what you watching, sweetheart?”

“not sure, just something that was on…you okay?”

“missed you…”

“you’re only in the next room gorgeous girl”

“i know”

and she can’t help but wrap her arms around your waist and pull you so incredibly close to her, you’d think that if she let go, you’d disappear

“‘m so lucky to have you”

“not as lucky as i am to have you”

-wilma anon

Oml precious girl.

Idc how stupid it is she can show me anything she wants. Anything. Or even to crawl into my lap like-

No but she’s so insecure about bothering you and hair and it hurts my heart- ugh!!!

But she gets use to it and will always come up to you to show you something or tell you a random fact she recently thought of.

Lord if she came up to me and lied on top of me and said “missed you.” Waterworks. Immediately. TISSUE!!!

like sweet girl. I love you so much-

[hubbabubbagumpop]

Of course after making these I just had to do Elemental versions of my GF OC's, so here we have Wilma as water and Petunia as air. (With some added fluff with their "stans")

[papierflamingo]

A thousands words of L-O-V-E

(OS-Sammlung)

1000 Worte gegen überspitzt schlecht geschriebene FF, die im Rahmen gewisser Shows vorgelesen werden...

1. Kapitel „The taste of L-O-V-E“

Fluff-Prompt Inspiration „Giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to taste it.“ | established relationship | Passende Musik: Nat King Cole L-O-V-E Italian Version (danke an @sarcasmmeetssoulmate 💛)

2. Kapitel „Doch manchmal träum ich nur von Dir“

„Man kennt ja auch zum Beispiel dass man sich im Traum verliebt in irgendeine kuriose Person, in die man sich ja so beileibe nicht verlieben würde. Und dann hält das noch so nen halben Tag an… und „was ist da los“ und dann ist das auch weg und kommt nie wieder weil es nur ausgedacht ist, und es nur in der Welt des Traums kurz funktioniert hat.“

Klaas Heufer-Umlauf, Podcast „Baywatch Berlin“, 14. Juli 2023 „Evil Dead im Plümpelsieb“, bei ca. 1 Stunde

3. Kapitel „Wir sehen uns später“

„Ich bin mit Klaas gestern noch ins Bett gegangen und wir sind heute Morgen aufgewacht. Und eben hab ich ihm noch einen Kuss auf die Stirn gegeben und dann hab ich gesagt…“

Jokos Stimme wird leise und flüsterig

„Wir sehen uns später“ (Link zu FF)

Podcast „Sunsetclub“ Nr. 27, 0:22 bis 0:27

4. Kapitel „Neujahr“

Klaas geht zum Skifahren, Joko bleibt im Stanglwirt zurück und kümmert sich um Wilma…

Details zur spontanen Eskalation

5. Kapitel „Der beste Gast“

Klaas ist Panelmitglied bei WSMDS - hier der Morgen nach der ersten Aufzeichnung

6. Kapitel „Kuschelsyndrom“

(AU) Klaas und sein Joko, privat Kuschelnd

Details dazu hier…

7. Kapitel „Warme Küsse“

JK haben eben die letzte WSMDS-Show mit Klaas gemeinsam gesehen… hier Details zur letzten „WSMDS-Eskalation“

8. Kapitel „Küssen“

Vierter Mai 2024, für das Fandom eine neue Zeitrechnung… „YES!Con“, ein „Ring of Courage“ und: Küssen

9. Kapitel „Alles“

Klaas denkt an Joko, was Joko ausmacht. Joko ist „alles“

10. Kapitel „Valentinstag (lovebirds)“

Was muss ich noch sagen: es ist Valentinstag

11. Kapitel „Traummann (#ESGQ)“

#ESGQ - Ein sehr gutes Quiz (mit hoher Gewinnsumme), Eisbaden und Flirten… Eine zuckerige Aufbereitung

… to be continued… 💛

[neutralitymybeloved]

You are right as in I have SO MANY RECS!!!

First off, @artificergorgug fics (MCUsic_to_my_ears on Ao3). SO many of them are great whump, physical and emotional, and a good percentage of them are Gorgug-centric fics

Here's the link to their d20 fics (she's written for a bunch of other fandoms as well):

uhhh uhhh I'm just gonna spit out a few more recs now:

This one is about Gorgug disscociating after the events of SY, and Kristen coming over to help him out of it

Technically this is a both Fig and Gorgug fic but it's SO devastating to read. Like seriosuly, heavy angst and detailed descriptions of the rest of the bad kids deaths, so read the trigger warnings listed in here:

This one is about Gorgug's journey through grief as both Digby and Wilma dies, also pretty angsty to read through:

and I HAVE to mention @seasonofhotness for their Gorgug whump fic. This one is about Jace reviving Porter, and the both kidnap Gorgug to give him a hard time. There's a bunch of PW:P involved >:) :

This one is kinda Gorgug related, its a mystery, and there's some delicious Gorgug whump towards the end, but the mystery itself is really intriguing to read! (the author is also currently writing another mystery fic and they DO put Gorgug through it in that one so check that out too if you want to its also a great read!):

This one is actually slice of life, featuring Fig and Gorgug and a few unique areas where they went for touring, its a fun one to read:

Also slice of life! This one's abt him finding stuff in the lost and found bin of his van:

More fluff!! This one's about Gorgug's relationship with Gorbag and Roz, and dealing with the fact that he's gonna get a younger sibling as well! It's an adorable fic to read:

And those are only just the beginning!! lmk if you want more fluff or angst (there's a LOT more Gorgug angst in my pocket but tumblr imbedding is acting frisky with me, which is why I haven't linked them all)

hellooooooi hiiiiiiiiii do you have sny gorgug fic recs,,,,,,,,,,, or writing that you’ve done ……….. i need my Rations to get through the Winter

Hi.. heh.. 😊 i. Dont really read gorgug fics because my brain is extremely picky about how he is characterized and if someone does it wrong I turn into a creature of rage for plural days. BUTnnn!!!bb THIS IS NOT THE END!!!

My amazing wonderful friend @neutralitymybeloved does some great writing you should sooo check her out!!! 😊 iirc she has 3? I think? Works up on ao3 involving gorgug!!!!! And also she definitely has some recs lol

[callaeidae3]

"I made you this, but I'm not sure it's drinkable. Also I spilled some on the way... Sorry..."

Late birthday / early Christmas gift for Yuuki (his birthday is December 6). 🎁🎄☕

Kyle tried making coffee machine coffee for the first time. ☕☕☕

※ This is about a year after the end of KK3. Kyle is growing his hair out because he prefers it long, and Yuuki is because the length helps hide his identity.

Art for Prompt 6: The smell of gingerbread and vanilla* (“I made this for you but I‘m not sure it’s edible**.” | Poisoned | Baking)

*the smell of coffee, **not sure it's drinkable

Combined w/ Alt 2: Presents

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