I’m finally logging out of this account. I’ve decided it’s time. Once in a blue moon you might be able to find me on my other account, but as far as I can see I think this is it.
It was fun while it lasted, I wish you all the best.
I would love snowing, Sapnap and “I’ve never really been in love, not seriously” (:
A new book has been found !
Book Title: Movie Night
Characters: CC!Sapnap, Reader, CC!Georgenotfound
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Reader gets to the movie theater later than usual because of the snow outside and ends up catching Sapnap's attention when they give him a gift.
Tw: Mention of food
Author's Note: Exciting to finally be able to write requests for this event!!
Beta Reader: @allywritesforfun (thank you!!)
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“Finally.” You sighed and watched the cloud from your breath be swept away in the chilling wind. “I’m here.”
Your boots sunk into the snow as you slowly trekked through the AMC’s parking lot. You stepped through the doorway of the movie theater, your frosty skin was immediately met with a sea of warmth. Reaching into your jacket pocket, you pulled out your phone and checked the time. ‘9:25, shit,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Five minutes won’t be enough time.’ You walked up to the counter in the middle of the lobby as you slid your phone back into your pocket.
The employee working at the counter seemed to be the only other person in the theater.
‘I guess going to the movie’s once the movie has already started does have its advantages.’
“Good evening,” the woman said, interrupting your train of thought. “How may I help you?”
“Good evening,” you responded. “I’d like a ticket to ‘The Black Phone’ please.”
The employee grabbed the ticket from under the counter and shuffled a few steps right to the register. She waved you over and said, “That’ll be $13.69, anything else I can get you?”
“No, ma’am. Thank you.” you answered as you took $15 out of your wallet, careful not to drop anything, and handed it to the employee.
“Enjoy your movie!” The employee kindly smiled at you as she handed you your change.
“Thank you! Have a good day!” You smiled back before you walked a few steps away and took your phone out again.
’9:27.’ the lock screen read.
‘Only three minutes, I don’t think I’m going to make the commercials,’ you thought before deciding it would be alright to miss them— after all, how could you watch the movie without getting a duck?! With that in mind, you dashed over to the arcade section of the lobby, straight to your favorite machine.
The rubber duck claw machine was your favorite game because you were always guaranteed to win. Everyone was actually— it’s impossible to lose the game. All you have to do is put in one dollar and, just like a claw machine, you maneuver the device to win your prize. The game had no timer, and won’t stop until you’ve won! All the prizes in the machine were different rubber animals; although, they were mostly rubber ducks in costumes. Since discovering the machine, you’ve made it a habit to get a rubber animal to accompany you to watch the movies.
You squatted down and fed the machine a dollar. As you stood back up the door chimed. A gust of cold wind hit your skin and sent a shiver through your spine. You glanced in that direction and saw two men walk through the door. One was slightly taller with dark brown hair. His face was flushed from the cold and he was blowing into his hands, presumably to warm himself. The other man’s hair was a lighter brown with a hardly noticeable red tint to it. As if he could sense your gaze on him, the shorter one turned his head and met your eyes. He looked you up and down before his friend stole his attention at the counter.
You remembered what you were meant to be doing and refocused on the machine in front of you.
‘Wouldn’t want to miss too much of the movie, better hurry this up,’ you thought as you moved the machine’s arm.
You decided you wanted the rubber duck that looked like a green T. rex and let the claw drop to pick it up.
“Wooo!!” You cheered as the machine picked up the weirdly positioned dinosaur on your first try.
“Clang!” The dinosaur was dropped into the plastic area of the machine. “Clang!”
‘That’s weird… Sounded like it fell twice..?’ you silently questioned.
You opened the compartment and reached your hand in. Sure enough you felt two rubber ducks. Pulling them out, you noticed that the machine had given you two of the same dinosaur ducks. You stared at the second duck in your hand in confusion.
‘It must have been picked up with my dinosaur and I just didn’t notice,’ you deduce. ‘But what should I do with it? I can’t watch the movie with TWO rubber ducks, that’s not right.’
You looked around the lobby and saw the two men, now at the counter paying for their popcorn and tickets. An idea popped into your head and you walked over to them.
“Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt you,” you started. “Long story short, that claw machine over there just gave me two ducks instead of one, so I came over here to give one to you. Paying the luck forwards you know? Anyways, have a good movie!”
You handed the shorter man the duck and started walking towards your movie theatre.
“Wait!” He lightly grabbed your arm to stop you. Succeeding in his attempt, you turned back around and tilted your head at him, confused.
“Hmm?” you hummed.
“You didn’t give me the chance to say thank you,” he chuckled softly. “My name is Sapnap, this is my friend George.”
“Nice to meet you! I’m Y/N.”
‘He smells good,’ you thought to yourself. ‘What is that smell though? I definitely recognize it.’
“Nice to meet you too, and thanks… for the dinosaur.” Sapnap smiled, looking down at it then back to you.
“No problem! But I’ve got to go, the movie is going to start any second now if it hasn’t already!” you said as you quickly left to go to theater five.
~~
“Are you going to have that stupid smile on your face for the rest of the day?” George asked Sapnap.
“What are you talking about?” Sapnap tried to push down the smile on his face, only for it to peak back through.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” George scoffed. “You like them.”
“Quit it, I don’t like them,” Sapnap lied and started walking toward their theater, already late for the movie.
“You’ve talked to them once and now you’re in love!” George shook his head at his friend.
Sapnap rolled his eyes at George. “You’re so stupid. I’ve never been in love… Not seriously— at least”
The two walked on in a comfortable silence until they reached the door of their theater. They walked in and got a few isles down before Sapnap threw out his arm and stopped both of them in their tracks.
“What?” George questioned.
“Is that them over there?” Sapnap pointed at a person sitting in the front row.
“You’re not going to be doing this the whole movie are you?” George crossed his arms over his chest.
“I think it’s them!” Sapnap whispered, walking in their direction.
“Come watch a movie in the theater with me you said, it’ll be fun you said.” George mocked his friend, following a few steps behind him.
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Hey there anon! I’m not currently writing on this blog although I am currently trying to start writing again on my newer blog (@cloudslostlibrary) if you request something there I am more more likely to write it.
(Also just as a side note I’m much more likely to write something the more specific you are in your request of what you’d like me to write lol /nm /lh)
Summary: Sapnap has been visiting for the past week but in the morning he’ll have to leave.
Tws: none
‘I hate that he’s leaving already. Sapnap’s only been here a week but I’m already so used to him bugging me every second of the day,’ you texted your best friend.
‘It won’t be that bad, I’m sure he’ll be back soon,’ they responded.
You sighed. ‘I’m going to be so lonely without him. I haven’t even told him how I feel yet!’
Your friend quickly texted back, ‘well like you said, he’s leaving soon. You don’t have much time left with him.’
“Hey, do you want to watch a movie or something?” Sapnap asked you from the doorway of your living room.
“Sure!” you responded as you put your phone down on the coffee table and sat up.
You turned the tv on and looked through the different streaming platforms before landing on Netflix. You gave the tv a second to load the Netflix home screen and glanced back at your friend. “Anything specific you want to watch?” you questioned him.
“Whatever is fine.” Sapnap grabbed the back of his hoodie and slid it over his head, throwing it on the ground behind the couch and revealing a white t-shirt.
“Why did you put it on the ground?” you asked. “There is a coat rack right there,” you added, pointing across the room at the rack next to the kitchen.
“Too late now!” Sapnap exclaimed as he plopped down on the couch next to you, throwing a friendly arm over your shoulders and reclining.
’Friendly- yeah,‘ you thought to yourself. ’That’s all it is, right? Just friends.‘
The two of you relaxed on the couch as you scrolled through the different options you could watch. His arm laid lazily over your shoulders and your legs rested on top of his on the coffee table.
“Do you want to watch Nailed It?” you asked, turning your head to look at him.
“Sure. You’re just going to fall asleep to it anyways,” he chuckled.
“I am not!” You playfully shoved Sapnap, shifting in your seat to face him completely. “I love this show! Plus you’re leaving in the morning, I want to stay up with you.”
“Mhm,” he hummed. “I know that, but anytime we put on a cooking show you fall asleep before we can get to the next episode.”
“That is not true,” you scoffed.
Sapnap laughed and lightly grabbed your far shoulder, pulling your body to his own. Giving in, you leaned against him and rested your head on his shoulder. Luckily, he was too focused on the tv to notice how he’d made you blush.
Although you did your best to stay awake, within the hour your eyes were already threatening to close. It didn’t help that you were basically laying on Sapnap: your head resting on his chest and your legs stretched out over the couch. The comfort of Sapnap holding you and the rhythmic up and down of his chest was putting you to sleep. Sapnap noticed this and chuckled, spreading out to give you a bit more space.
“Tired?” he questioned, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Maybe just a little.” You could feel your cheeks turn red from Sapnap’s touch, but you were too tired to be embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
With that your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off to sleep, Sapnap following suit soon after.
Your dreams were interrupted hours later by Sapnap softly shaking you awake. “Hey.” He crouched next to the couch. “It’s time for me to leave.”
You wiped at your eyes in an effort to wake yourself up faster. “Hm?” you hummed.
“I’ve got to catch my flight, Y/n.”
You sat up on the couch and his words finally hit you. “Oh,” you said. “You’re leaving.”
“I was going to let you keep sleeping, but I figured you’d want to say goodbye.”
“Of course I’d want to,” you spoke softly.
“I know.”
You stood up and wrapped Sapnap in a tight hug that he gladly returned.
“I don’t want you to go,” you told him as a tear fell from your eye.
“I know,” Sapnap pulled himself away from you and gently wiped your tear away with his thumb. “I’ll visit again soon,” he reassured you.
Soon, that dreadful word; it always seemed so far away.
You nodded your head and Sapnap flashed you a quick smile before picking up his bags and walking to your front door.
“I love you,” you whispered as you heard the door open.
“I love you too,” Sapnap responded as he walked out the door.
You sat down on the couch and brought your knees to your chest. Your head rested on your knees as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
’I miss him already,’ you thought to yourself looking around at the clean room. ’Did he clean while I was sleeping?‘
The blanket you’d lazily thrown off when you woke up seemed to be the only thing out of place. You picked it up to fold it and the scent of Sapnap hit you.
“The blanket smells like him,” you said aloud, sitting back down on the couch as tears continued to stain your face.
You glanced out your window. “I might as well just go back to sleep. Maybe I won’t miss him so much in the morning,” you thought to yourself as you laid back down and covered yourself with the blanket.
…
You woke up again on the couch and cracked your now aching back. The morning wasn’t as unpleasant as you thought it would be. Sure you missed him but like he said: he would be back soon. At least that’s what you told yourself so you’d get off the couch.
You stood up and walked around the couch to head to your kitchen. As you did, you passed the coat rack that was right next to the doorway and noticed it was fuller than usual.
“Did he leave his hoodie here?” you asked before taking it off the rack and proving your suspicion to be true.
You laughed to yourself as you ran to grab your phone. Laying the hoodie on the couch, you snapped a picture of it before swiftly throwing it over your head. The combined warmth and smell of Sapnap was enough to completely lift your mood as you texted him the photo.
‘Leave something behind?’ you messaged him after the picture went through.
‘Oh shit, I didn’t realize I left it. Guess I’ll just have to come back to get it,’ he texted in response, making you smile.
‘I guess you will.’
‘Have you worn it?’ he asked.
You looked down at your current state, wearing his hoodie over your own clothes. ‘Maybe,’ you texted back.
‘Aww you’re totally wearing it, aren’t you?’
‘Shut up.’ You chuckled to yourself as you set your phone down and made your way to the kitchen for breakfast.
Summary: You and Wilbur finally make it to date night only for it to be ruined by your ex, right?
TWs: a few swears, rude/ intrusive ex
Author's Note: Hey! I was a part of @allywritesforfun secret platonic lover event! I am @sunniewrites secret platonic lover! The request was for an angst to fluff proposal with CC!Wilbur Soot, I hope you all enjoy it!!
“Is that my sweater?” Wilbur asked as he walked into your shared room.
“It sure is, why? Does it look bad on me?” You asked, suddenly second guessing your outfit choice.
“Of course not, you look lovely, darling.” Wilbur placed his hand on your hip and leaned in to kiss your forehead before leaving the room again.
“We’re leaving in like four minutes! Be ready, wouldn’t want to miss our reservation again!!”
You shuffled around your room trying to get ready. Tripping over shoes placed all over and random objects on the floor. You had missed your reservation twice in the past already, you doubted the restaurant would even let you place another reservation if you missed this one. Wilbur had been trying to have a date night out for weeks but plans just didn’t seem to line up. Between his jobs and your work, there didn’t seem to be enough time in the day for the two of you. Usually this wasn’t such a large issue, you both went into the relationship knowing your crazy schedules but for some reason Wilbur was very adamant on going to this date.
How Wilbur scored a reservation at a nice restaurant on Valentine's Day was beyond you. One of the most popular days of the year to go out on a date and he still got the reservation. Everything was perfectly lined up for you to finally go on a nice date together. Now you just had to actually get to the restaurant.
“Y/n, love! We’ve got to go now!” Wilbur yelled from across the house.
“Oh, shit.” You stumbled into your shoe before jogging to meet him at the front door.
“Got everything?” Wilbur asked you as he grabbed the keys off the wall and opened the front door for you both.
“Yeah I think so! Don’t have time to double check though so if I did leave something it’s just going to have to stay here haha.”
Wilbur nodded and ushered you out the door. “Fair enough I suppose.”
Once you left the house, you and Wilbur walked to the restaurant. You were puzzled as to how you had missed the other reservations, because the restaurant was within walking distance.
After walking through town you arrived at the restaurant. Wilbur kindly opened the door for you, allowing you to walk through before walking in himself.
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” The hostess asked.
“Good afternoon, we have a reservation.” Wilbur responded.
“Last name?” The hostess started typing on her computer.
“Soot.” Wilbur intertwined his fingers with yours
“Oh I see, reservation for two.” The hostess smiled at something on the screen, “right this way.”
The hostess led the two of you through the restaurant until you stood in front of a table separated from the rest. It was inside the restaurant still but much more decorated for the holiday.
“Wow,” you exclaimed, “this is gorgeous.”
Wilbur smiled and pulled out a chair for you then sat down in the other chair himself. The hostess placed down two sets of wrapped silverware and two menus.
“Someone will be by soon to take your order, have a lovely night.” The hostess then walked back to her station.
“Wilbur I wasn’t expecting something so fancy! I would have dressed in something more formal if I knew!
“What do you mean? You look amazing.” Wilbur reassured you.
“I’m wearing your old sweater and a pair of jeans, that hardly seems fit for the occasion.”
“Agree to disagree then I supposed.” Wilbur smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.
You both took a few minutes to look over your menus before deciding what you wanted, setting the menus aside on the table.
“Good afternoon, do you know what you’re order- Y/n?” The waiter noticed your familiar face.
“Jeremy? I didn’t know you worked here?” You were taken aback from seeing him after such a long time.
“Y/n, who’s this?” WIlbur questioned.
“I used to date Jeremy a few years ago,” you responded.
“Haven’t seen you since we broke up, Y/n.” Jeremy reminded, “you look beautiful as ever.”
You lightly blushed and Wilbur’s jaw clenched. Your hands were on the table so Wilbur held one of them in his own before looking back at Jeremy.
You smiled at Wilbur and then looked back to Jeremy, “Oh! Jeremy, this is my boyfriend, Wilbur!”
“Boyfriend!” Jeremy seemed less than pleased, “Y/n always did love their little flings.”
The subtle dig certainly hit a nerve with Wilbur, his grip tightening on your hands.
“He’s not a fling, Jeremy. I love him. We’ve been together for a while now.” You told him, growing annoyed at the audacity of your ex.
“Longer than we were?” The waiter asked.
“Well- no but-”
“Can we just place our order man?” Wilbur interrupted; if eyes could kill Jeremy would’ve been a goner right about then.
“Sure, what would you two like to order?”
He took your order and said he would be back soon with drinks. Wilburs grip didn’t lessen even after he’d walked away.
“Will, it’s alright.” You moved to try and get in front of his line of sight, “I’m not going anywhere. Well- except maybe the bathroom, I kind of need to go.”
Wilbur lightened his hold slightly, “sorry Y/n, the dude just gives me a bad feeling.”
“Yeah, I get that. That’s why I broke up with him. I don’t want him, I want to be with you.”
Just then Jeremy walked back over to your table, two drinks on a tray.
“Your drinks,” he announced before grabbing yours off the ray and handing it to you. Before he could hand Wilbur his however, Jeremy wobbled the tray and the drink landed on the floor, splashing Wilbur.
“Oh my!” Jeremy exclaimed with fake surprise, holding back a satisfied smile. “I’m so sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” Wilbur said through gritted teeth.
“There’s a blowdryer in the men’s bathroom that might help dry that up.” The waiter suggested.
“Y/n, I’ll be right back.” Wilbur walked off to go to the bathroom and Jeremy quickly cleaned the mess of the wooden floor and Wilburs chair.
“God, I’m so clumsy sometimes.” He sighed, sitting down in WIlbur’s chair.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?” You asked, now seeing why Wilbur was so worried.
“What do you mean? I’m simply engaging in conversation, is that a crime now?”
“You know what you’re doing. I love Wilbur, nothing you can do tonight is going to change that.”
Wilbur walked out of the bathroom and saw Jeremy sitting in his spot. He stormed over and grabbed your hand. ‘Fuck this. We’re leaving.”
You stormed out of the restaurant alongside Wilbur, walking for a few minutes towards your house until Will saw a bus stop.
“I just wanted tonight to be perfect.” Wilbur sat down on the bus bench, resting his head in his hands.
“Why? It was just a date?” You asked. “I know we don’t get to have them often, but it’s not like we don’t do other things together?”
“It- It wasn’t just a date darling.” Wilbur looked up from his hands and noticed the gorgeous sunset behind you. “Actually, I think I might be able to save this after all.”
Wilbur grabbed your hand and led you into a nearby building.
“Wilbur, where are we going??” You questioned, struggling to keep up to avoid being dragged by the tall man.
“I used to have a friend that lived in this building and if I’m right-” Wilbur reached the top of the staircase and turned the handle of the door at the top, “this door is never locked.”
A smile grew across Wilbur’s face as he looked back at you, “come on!”
You walked out the door onto the rooftop and your jaw dropped. The sky was filled with splashes of violent reds and dandelion yellows like it had been painted by the best artist.
“Wow, Wilbur!” You marveled at the sight, “this is the best view i’ve ever seen! It’s so gorgeous!”
“I know,” Wilbur smiled, looking at you.
“You aren’t even looking at the sunset! You’re too busy staring at me!” You giggled.
“I know.” Wilbur’s smile only grew as he shook his head.
“Y/n,” Wilbur started as he got down on one knee, still holding your right hand as he pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket, “will you make me the luckiest man in the whole world and marry me?”
Your left hand shot up to your mouth as you gasped in surprise. “Wilbur! Is that what this whole date was for?!”
“Now you can see why I wanted it to go perfectly…” Wilbur chuckled.
“I- of course I’ll marry you Wilbur Soot!” You responded.
Wilbur took the ring from its box and slid it on your finger before standing up. He placed both hands on the side of your face and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever do so.
“I love you so much,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss.
“Not nearly as much as I love you.” Wilbur responded.
Summary: You’re no longer happy with George, the time has come to break up.
Tws: Crying, break-up
Author’s Note: First thing I’ve written in a while :)
“Do you have a minute?” You walked up to where your boyfriend sat at his desk.
“For you, of course. I’ll be back in a bit guys” George announced before he muted his mic and took off his headset, laying it on his desk before standing up.
“What’s up?” He asked, taking your hand in his own and swiping his thumb over your knuckles softly.
“I don’t- ugh sorry. Never mind, you can keep doing whatever you were before I walked in.” You tried to walk out of George’s grasp but he quickly pulled you back to himself.
“What? Come on, I can tell something is bothering you.” George lifted your chin to let your line of sight meet his. “What’s wrong?”
A tear ran down our face as you tried to think of what words to say. The sentence you hoped you’d never have to say but practiced in the mirror hundreds of times lingered on the edge of your tongue.
“I- I think we should break up.” Your lip quivered as you held in your tears.
George’s hand fell from your face as he took in what you said. “What? You’re joking right? This is just a bad joke?”
The silence made the room feel like it might cave in on the both of you. George looked anywhere but your face, your confession was unexpected. He thought things were going well, great even.
“Why?” George whispered, breaking the silence.
“I’m so sorry.” You replied dodging his question.
“Can you leave? Please.” He turned his body from you as you walked down the steps and out the door, shutting it softly behind you.
George swiped a falling tear away from his face before sitting back down and putting his headset on.
“George?” Dream spoke.
The heartbroken man looked at his discord only to find he’d been unmuted the whole time.
“I thought I’d muted myself.”
“I’m so sorry.”
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Summary: You and Wilbur finally make it to date night only for it to be ruined by your ex, right?
TWs: a few swears, rude/ intrusive ex
Author's Note: Hey! I was a part of @allywritesforfun secret platonic lover event! I am @sunniewrites secret platonic lover! The request was for an angst to fluff proposal with CC!Wilbur Soot, I hope you all enjoy it!!
“Is that my sweater?” Wilbur asked as he walked into your shared room.
“It sure is, why? Does it look bad on me?” You asked, suddenly second guessing your outfit choice.
“Of course not, you look lovely, darling.” Wilbur placed his hand on your hip and leaned in to kiss your forehead before leaving the room again.
“We’re leaving in like four minutes! Be ready, wouldn’t want to miss our reservation again!!”
You shuffled around your room trying to get ready. Tripping over shoes placed all over and random objects on the floor. You had missed your reservation twice in the past already, you doubted the restaurant would even let you place another reservation if you missed this one. Wilbur had been trying to have a date night out for weeks but plans just didn’t seem to line up. Between his jobs and your work, there didn’t seem to be enough time in the day for the two of you. Usually this wasn’t such a large issue, you both went into the relationship knowing your crazy schedules but for some reason Wilbur was very adamant on going to this date.
How Wilbur scored a reservation at a nice restaurant on Valentine's Day was beyond you. One of the most popular days of the year to go out on a date and he still got the reservation. Everything was perfectly lined up for you to finally go on a nice date together. Now you just had to actually get to the restaurant.
“Y/n, love! We’ve got to go now!” Wilbur yelled from across the house.
“Oh, shit.” You stumbled into your shoe before jogging to meet him at the front door.
“Got everything?” Wilbur asked you as he grabbed the keys off the wall and opened the front door for you both.
“Yeah I think so! Don’t have time to double check though so if I did leave something it’s just going to have to stay here haha.”
Wilbur nodded and ushered you out the door. “Fair enough I suppose.”
Once you left the house, you and Wilbur walked to the restaurant. You were puzzled as to how you had missed the other reservations, because the restaurant was within walking distance.
After walking through town you arrived at the restaurant. Wilbur kindly opened the door for you, allowing you to walk through before walking in himself.
“Good afternoon, how may I help you?” The hostess asked.
“Good afternoon, we have a reservation.” Wilbur responded.
“Last name?” The hostess started typing on her computer.
“Soot.” Wilbur intertwined his fingers with yours
“Oh I see, reservation for two.” The hostess smiled at something on the screen, “right this way.”
The hostess led the two of you through the restaurant until you stood in front of a table separated from the rest. It was inside the restaurant still but much more decorated for the holiday.
“Wow,” you exclaimed, “this is gorgeous.”
Wilbur smiled and pulled out a chair for you then sat down in the other chair himself. The hostess placed down two sets of wrapped silverware and two menus.
“Someone will be by soon to take your order, have a lovely night.” The hostess then walked back to her station.
“Wilbur I wasn’t expecting something so fancy! I would have dressed in something more formal if I knew!
“What do you mean? You look amazing.” Wilbur reassured you.
“I’m wearing your old sweater and a pair of jeans, that hardly seems fit for the occasion.”
“Agree to disagree then I supposed.” Wilbur smirked, causing you to roll your eyes.
You both took a few minutes to look over your menus before deciding what you wanted, setting the menus aside on the table.
“Good afternoon, do you know what you’re order- Y/n?” The waiter noticed your familiar face.
“Jeremy? I didn’t know you worked here?” You were taken aback from seeing him after such a long time.
“Y/n, who’s this?” WIlbur questioned.
“I used to date Jeremy a few years ago,” you responded.
“Haven’t seen you since we broke up, Y/n.” Jeremy reminded, “you look beautiful as ever.”
You lightly blushed and Wilbur’s jaw clenched. Your hands were on the table so Wilbur held one of them in his own before looking back at Jeremy.
You smiled at Wilbur and then looked back to Jeremy, “Oh! Jeremy, this is my boyfriend, Wilbur!”
“Boyfriend!” Jeremy seemed less than pleased, “Y/n always did love their little flings.”
The subtle dig certainly hit a nerve with Wilbur, his grip tightening on your hands.
“He’s not a fling, Jeremy. I love him. We’ve been together for a while now.” You told him, growing annoyed at the audacity of your ex.
“Longer than we were?” The waiter asked.
“Well- no but-”
“Can we just place our order man?” Wilbur interrupted; if eyes could kill Jeremy would’ve been a goner right about then.
“Sure, what would you two like to order?”
He took your order and said he would be back soon with drinks. Wilburs grip didn’t lessen even after he’d walked away.
“Will, it’s alright.” You moved to try and get in front of his line of sight, “I’m not going anywhere. Well- except maybe the bathroom, I kind of need to go.”
Wilbur lightened his hold slightly, “sorry Y/n, the dude just gives me a bad feeling.”
“Yeah, I get that. That’s why I broke up with him. I don’t want him, I want to be with you.”
Just then Jeremy walked back over to your table, two drinks on a tray.
“Your drinks,” he announced before grabbing yours off the ray and handing it to you. Before he could hand Wilbur his however, Jeremy wobbled the tray and the drink landed on the floor, splashing Wilbur.
“Oh my!” Jeremy exclaimed with fake surprise, holding back a satisfied smile. “I’m so sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” Wilbur said through gritted teeth.
“There’s a blowdryer in the men’s bathroom that might help dry that up.” The waiter suggested.
“Y/n, I’ll be right back.” Wilbur walked off to go to the bathroom and Jeremy quickly cleaned the mess of the wooden floor and Wilburs chair.
“God, I’m so clumsy sometimes.” He sighed, sitting down in WIlbur’s chair.
“Jeremy, what are you doing?” You asked, now seeing why Wilbur was so worried.
“What do you mean? I’m simply engaging in conversation, is that a crime now?”
“You know what you’re doing. I love Wilbur, nothing you can do tonight is going to change that.”
Wilbur walked out of the bathroom and saw Jeremy sitting in his spot. He stormed over and grabbed your hand. ‘Fuck this. We’re leaving.”
You stormed out of the restaurant alongside Wilbur, walking for a few minutes towards your house until Will saw a bus stop.
“I just wanted tonight to be perfect.” Wilbur sat down on the bus bench, resting his head in his hands.
“Why? It was just a date?” You asked. “I know we don’t get to have them often, but it’s not like we don’t do other things together?”
“It- It wasn’t just a date darling.” Wilbur looked up from his hands and noticed the gorgeous sunset behind you. “Actually, I think I might be able to save this after all.”
Wilbur grabbed your hand and led you into a nearby building.
“Wilbur, where are we going??” You questioned, struggling to keep up to avoid being dragged by the tall man.
“I used to have a friend that lived in this building and if I’m right-” Wilbur reached the top of the staircase and turned the handle of the door at the top, “this door is never locked.”
A smile grew across Wilbur’s face as he looked back at you, “come on!”
You walked out the door onto the rooftop and your jaw dropped. The sky was filled with splashes of violent reds and dandelion yellows like it had been painted by the best artist.
“Wow, Wilbur!” You marveled at the sight, “this is the best view i’ve ever seen! It’s so gorgeous!”
“I know,” Wilbur smiled, looking at you.
“You aren’t even looking at the sunset! You’re too busy staring at me!” You giggled.
“I know.” Wilbur’s smile only grew as he shook his head.
“Y/n,” Wilbur started as he got down on one knee, still holding your right hand as he pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket, “will you make me the luckiest man in the whole world and marry me?”
Your left hand shot up to your mouth as you gasped in surprise. “Wilbur! Is that what this whole date was for?!”
“Now you can see why I wanted it to go perfectly…” Wilbur chuckled.
“I- of course I’ll marry you Wilbur Soot!” You responded.
Wilbur took the ring from its box and slid it on your finger before standing up. He placed both hands on the side of your face and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever do so.
“I love you so much,” you breathed out, breaking the kiss.
“Not nearly as much as I love you.” Wilbur responded.
Hi I love your blog so please don't take this as rude or anything but I thought you wrote for cc!foolish? Hope you have a great day 😊
Hey anon! I’m actually over @cloudslostlibrary now!! So direct everything over there please! And no issue, yes I will write for CC!Foolish if that something people want lol I just haven’t as of yet because it’s not been requested! /nm
Congrats on the 100+ followers! You deserve it darl
For the event, i would like to ask for a fluffy fic with wilbur owo, is it alright?
I havent think about the scenario yet, but i was thinking about how would “kitchen wilbur” looks like when he made you a cake for your birthday! :D is it ok to you?
I hope you take my request!
Have a good day, again, i love your works, they’re amazing <3 keep going.
Thank you so much for the lovely request and the compliments <3 /p I hope you like the fic!
Birthday Baking
CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader
Word Count: Little over 800 words
Summary: Wilbur bakes you a cake for your birthday :D
TWs: Food (cake)
Notes: This request is for my 100 followers event which is still going! Check it out if you like my writing :)
You rolled over in your soft bed to lay on your other side. Confusion spread across your still half-asleep face when you were met with more blanket and bed rather than a sleeping boyfriend like you were expecting. Slowly peaking an eye open you noticed that your boyfriend was no longer laying in bed sleeping with you.
“Huh? Where did Wilbur go?” You silently questioned yourself as you sat up in your bed.
Once the irregular heat registered in your head you realized it was far too hot to be in bed and wearing full pajamas. With this realization you quickly changed your clothes before leaving your bedroom to find out where the man had gone so god forsakenly early in the morning.
“Did he leave the bed just to set the house on fire??” You whispered to yourself as you closed the bedroom door behind you and crept out into the house.
“My love!” Wilbur exclaimed once he saw you walk into the living room.
It was an absolutely glorious sight. Wilbur stood in the kitchen with a black apron draped loosely around his waist and a whisk in his right hand. He was surrounded by dirty bowls and pans, the kitchen you had just cleaned last night was practically overflowing with his mess.
“What-” you walked slowly into the kitchen, thinking of all the things he could possibly be doing. “In the world are you doing?”
“I’m baking you a birthday cake!” WIlbur walked up to you and placed a kiss on your forehead, careful not to get any cake batter from his wisk or apron on you.
“But,” You paused for a second to think, “My birthday is tomorrow?”
“No,” Wilbur showed you the date on his phone, “It’s today.”
You laughed at your mistake before jumping and Wilbur and hugging him. You nearly knocked him over as he stumbled backwards to catch the two of you.
Wilbur shook his head and chuckled along with you, “happy birthday, hun.”
Wilbur walked back in front of the warm oven and you took your rightful spot sitting on the counter top across from him. Just watching Wilbur dance around the kitchen baking was treat enough. The fact that you were getting a cake on top of that? Must have been your lucky day truly. Just the thought of the cake made your feet swing with excitement.
Your mind thought back to the cake that Wilbur had made you last year. His mother had given him a family recipe for the perfect birthday cake. It was the same one she made him every year. To be honest it was a right of passage to have been given the recipe. Wilbur had a great amount of pressure to do well and he did not disappoint at all. The cake was light, fluffy, and perfectly browned.
“No way he could top that one,” you thought to yourself.
While you were reminiscing, Wilbur walked over to the mixer and got a bit of the frosting on his finger. He stuck his hand behind his hand behind his back and walked back over to you, gaining your attention.
“Hmm? What’s up?” You asked him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before meeting his gaze.
“Boop!” He swiped your nose, getting frosting all over it.
You laughed and wiped it from your nose before tasting it. “Mmmm,” You hummed, “my favorite!”
“Only the best for you darling.” WIlbur wiped his hands off on a towel and walked behind you.
He rested his head on your shoulder and placed a quick kiss on your neck before seeing the timer on the oven.
“Oh, it’s time to take them out!” Wilbur walked back over to the oven and took out the few cake pans.
“Wow,” you stared at the cakes, amazed. “They look even better than last year’s! You did a great job, babe!”
Wilbur flashed you a smile as he carefully placed the steaming cake pans on the counter and shut the oven.
Turning off the oven he turned back to face you, “They have to cool down before I can frost and assemble them. Do you want to watch something while we wait?”
“Sure, what do you want to watch?” You asked, hopping off the counter top.
“It is your birthday,” Wilbur reminded you, “you get to make all the choices today.”
“Really?” You further questioned.
“Yup! It is all up to you my love.”
“Hmm,” you took a second to think about your options. “What about we watch some Hell’s Kitchen?” You suggested.
Hi! Could you do something like the reader breaking down and wilbur finds them and comforts them? Maybe lots of physical touch? <3
Thank you so much for the request anon!! They’re greatly appreciated :D
Blurb
CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader
Word Count: 326 Words
TWs: crying, general upset
Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!
Your sniffling echoed through the house, only making you want to cry more. It felt like everything was going wrong in your life and you were in your house alone, left with your thoughts to think about it. After hours of crying you were currently sitting in your bedroom on the cold floor. You were curled up into a ball trying to keep your tears from further staining your flushed face.
“Click.” The front door of your house faintly unlocked and shut in the distance.
You would normally notice this immediately but today you were too distressed to even begin to notice the British man wandering silently through your house.
“Y/n?” Wilbur worriedly called out, finally gaining your attention.
“Wait, Wilbur?” You stood up off the ground where you sat curled up and peaked your head out your bedroom door.
Wilbur’s face was framed with pity. Your lip started quivering as the feelings came back much more intense than before.
“Wilbur!” You ran into his arms and immediately broke into a sob, your legs giving out causing the two of you to fall to the floor.
“Oh my, what happened?? Y/n are you alright?” Wilbur scanned your body in his embrace to make sure you weren’t physically hurt.
“I-“ you spoke in between broken sobs, “don’t want to talk about it. Please… Could you just hold me for a while?”
“Of course, we can stay here as long as you need dear.” Wilbur adjusted to further wrap his arms around you, resting his head on yours.
“Thank you, Wilbur.” You choked out.
Eventually your sobs happened less and less and the tears stopped falling. Besides your breath skipping every now and again you sounded fine. Wilbur looked done at you and realized you fell asleep. The exhaustion from crying out you right to sleep in the comfort of his embrace.
Wilbur turned his head and placed a kiss on your temple, “sleep well darling.”
They/them pronouns, and if you could make it specific that he and the reader are just friends? :D
Thanks for the request!! :D
Blurb
CC!Dreamwastaken x Reader
Word Count: 270 Words
TWs: Angst, aggression
Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!
“Everything is just too much right now.” Dream sighed, laying back on his bed.
“It’s alright, Dream. Really it will all blow over soon.” You assured him.
Truthfully, you didn’t even believe yourself, so why should he?
You pitied your friend, he often got undeserving hate but this was hitting him particularly harder than usual. His phone was blowing up nonstop with hate about a video he put out a few days ago.
“It’s not alright! It’s not!” Dream yelled as he shot up from the bed, “nothing about this is alright.”
Dream continued his yelled vent. He started pacing the room and ended up right in front of your face.
He stopped for a second, jaw clenched and looked you up and down, “things like this don’t just go away, Y/n.” He spit, “A mere idiot could see that clearly from a mile away.”
“I understand you’re upset, but you need to back up. Now.” You demanded, staring deeply into his eyes.
He stood there for a second longer thinking of his options before angrily grabbing the pillow next to you and backing up a few feet.
“When you calm down, call me and we can hang out. Until then I’m leaving.” You stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.
As you walked out the door Dream whipped the pillow he had just picked up towards the wall next to the door. Consequently shattering a picture hanging up and spraying broken glass all over.
You just shook your head in disappointment and shut the door, shaking the glass off of your shoe before leaving your friend’s house.
Congrats on the 100+ followers! You deserve it darl
For the event, i would like to ask for a fluffy fic with wilbur owo, is it alright?
I havent think about the scenario yet, but i was thinking about how would “kitchen wilbur” looks like when he made you a cake for your birthday! :D is it ok to you?
I hope you take my request!
Have a good day, again, i love your works, they’re amazing <3 keep going.
Thank you so much for the lovely request and the compliments <3 /p I hope you like the fic!
Birthday Baking
CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader
Word Count: Little over 800 words
Summary: Wilbur bakes you a cake for your birthday :D
TWs: Food (cake)
Notes: This request is for my 100 followers event which is still going! Check it out if you like my writing :)
You rolled over in your soft bed to lay on your other side. Confusion spread across your still half-asleep face when you were met with more blanket and bed rather than a sleeping boyfriend like you were expecting. Slowly peaking an eye open you noticed that your boyfriend was no longer laying in bed sleeping with you.
“Huh? Where did Wilbur go?” You silently questioned yourself as you sat up in your bed.
Once the irregular heat registered in your head you realized it was far too hot to be in bed and wearing full pajamas. With this realization you quickly changed your clothes before leaving your bedroom to find out where the man had gone so god forsakenly early in the morning.
“Did he leave the bed just to set the house on fire??” You whispered to yourself as you closed the bedroom door behind you and crept out into the house.
“My love!” Wilbur exclaimed once he saw you walk into the living room.
It was an absolutely glorious sight. Wilbur stood in the kitchen with a black apron draped loosely around his waist and a whisk in his right hand. He was surrounded by dirty bowls and pans, the kitchen you had just cleaned last night was practically overflowing with his mess.
“What-” you walked slowly into the kitchen, thinking of all the things he could possibly be doing. “In the world are you doing?”
“I’m baking you a birthday cake!” WIlbur walked up to you and placed a kiss on your forehead, careful not to get any cake batter from his wisk or apron on you.
“But,” You paused for a second to think, “My birthday is tomorrow?”
“No,” Wilbur showed you the date on his phone, “It’s today.”
You laughed at your mistake before jumping and Wilbur and hugging him. You nearly knocked him over as he stumbled backwards to catch the two of you.
Wilbur shook his head and chuckled along with you, “happy birthday, hun.”
Wilbur walked back in front of the warm oven and you took your rightful spot sitting on the counter top across from him. Just watching Wilbur dance around the kitchen baking was treat enough. The fact that you were getting a cake on top of that? Must have been your lucky day truly. Just the thought of the cake made your feet swing with excitement.
Your mind thought back to the cake that Wilbur had made you last year. His mother had given him a family recipe for the perfect birthday cake. It was the same one she made him every year. To be honest it was a right of passage to have been given the recipe. Wilbur had a great amount of pressure to do well and he did not disappoint at all. The cake was light, fluffy, and perfectly browned.
“No way he could top that one,” you thought to yourself.
While you were reminiscing, Wilbur walked over to the mixer and got a bit of the frosting on his finger. He stuck his hand behind his hand behind his back and walked back over to you, gaining your attention.
“Hmm? What’s up?” You asked him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before meeting his gaze.
“Boop!” He swiped your nose, getting frosting all over it.
You laughed and wiped it from your nose before tasting it. “Mmmm,” You hummed, “my favorite!”
“Only the best for you darling.” WIlbur wiped his hands off on a towel and walked behind you.
He rested his head on your shoulder and placed a quick kiss on your neck before seeing the timer on the oven.
“Oh, it’s time to take them out!” Wilbur walked back over to the oven and took out the few cake pans.
“Wow,” you stared at the cakes, amazed. “They look even better than last year’s! You did a great job, babe!”
Wilbur flashed you a smile as he carefully placed the steaming cake pans on the counter and shut the oven.
Turning off the oven he turned back to face you, “They have to cool down before I can frost and assemble them. Do you want to watch something while we wait?”
“Sure, what do you want to watch?” You asked, hopping off the counter top.
“It is your birthday,” Wilbur reminded you, “you get to make all the choices today.”
“Really?” You further questioned.
“Yup! It is all up to you my love.”
“Hmm,” you took a second to think about your options. “What about we watch some Hell’s Kitchen?” You suggested.
Congrats on the 100+ followers! You deserve it darl
For the event, i would like to ask for a fluffy fic with wilbur owo, is it alright?
I havent think about the scenario yet, but i was thinking about how would “kitchen wilbur” looks like when he made you a cake for your birthday! :D is it ok to you?
I hope you take my request!
Have a good day, again, i love your works, they’re amazing <3 keep going.
Thank you so much for the lovely request and the compliments <3 /p I hope you like the fic!
Birthday Baking
CC!Wilbur Soot x Reader
Word Count: Little over 800 words
Summary: Wilbur bakes you a cake for your birthday :D
TWs: Food (cake)
Notes: This request is for my 100 followers event which is still going! Check it out if you like my writing :)
Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!
You rolled over in your soft bed to lay on your other side. Confusion spread across your still half-asleep face when you were met with more blanket and bed rather than a sleeping boyfriend like you were expecting. Slowly peaking an eye open you noticed that your boyfriend was no longer laying in bed sleeping with you.
“Huh? Where did Wilbur go?” You silently questioned yourself as you sat up in your bed.
Once the irregular heat registered in your head you realized it was far too hot to be in bed and wearing full pajamas. With this realization you quickly changed your clothes before leaving your bedroom to find out where the man had gone so god forsakenly early in the morning.
“Did he leave the bed just to set the house on fire??” You whispered to yourself as you closed the bedroom door behind you and crept out into the house.
“My love!” Wilbur exclaimed once he saw you walk into the living room.
It was an absolutely glorious sight. Wilbur stood in the kitchen with a black apron draped loosely around his waist and a whisk in his right hand. He was surrounded by dirty bowls and pans, the kitchen you had just cleaned last night was practically overflowing with his mess.
“What-” you walked slowly into the kitchen, thinking of all the things he could possibly be doing. “In the world are you doing?”
“I’m baking you a birthday cake!” WIlbur walked up to you and placed a kiss on your forehead, careful not to get any cake batter from his wisk or apron on you.
“But,” You paused for a second to think, “My birthday is tomorrow?”
“No,” Wilbur showed you the date on his phone, “It’s today.”
You laughed at your mistake before jumping and Wilbur and hugging him. You nearly knocked him over as he stumbled backwards to catch the two of you.
Wilbur shook his head and chuckled along with you, “happy birthday, hun.”
Wilbur walked back in front of the warm oven and you took your rightful spot sitting on the counter top across from him. Just watching Wilbur dance around the kitchen baking was treat enough. The fact that you were getting a cake on top of that? Must have been your lucky day truly. Just the thought of the cake made your feet swing with excitement.
Your mind thought back to the cake that Wilbur had made you last year. His mother had given him a family recipe for the perfect birthday cake. It was the same one she made him every year. To be honest it was a right of passage to have been given the recipe. Wilbur had a great amount of pressure to do well and he did not disappoint at all. The cake was light, fluffy, and perfectly browned.
“No way he could top that one,” you thought to yourself.
While you were reminiscing, Wilbur walked over to the mixer and got a bit of the frosting on his finger. He stuck his hand behind his hand behind his back and walked back over to you, gaining your attention.
“Hmm? What’s up?” You asked him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before meeting his gaze.
“Boop!” He swiped your nose, getting frosting all over it.
You laughed and wiped it from your nose before tasting it. “Mmmm,” You hummed, “my favorite!”
“Only the best for you darling.” WIlbur wiped his hands off on a towel and walked behind you.
He rested his head on your shoulder and placed a quick kiss on your neck before seeing the timer on the oven.
“Oh, it’s time to take them out!” Wilbur walked back over to the oven and took out the few cake pans.
“Wow,” you stared at the cakes, amazed. “They look even better than last year’s! You did a great job, babe!”
Wilbur flashed you a smile as he carefully placed the steaming cake pans on the counter and shut the oven.
Turning off the oven he turned back to face you, “They have to cool down before I can frost and assemble them. Do you want to watch something while we wait?”
“Sure, what do you want to watch?” You asked, hopping off the counter top.
“It is your birthday,” Wilbur reminded you, “you get to make all the choices today.”
“Really?” You further questioned.
“Yup! It is all up to you my love.”
“Hmm,” you took a second to think about your options. “What about we watch some Hell’s Kitchen?” You suggested.
