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i have some rules for my blog! one: i will not be taking new mutuals under the age of 16. any previous mutuals that i had can remain mutuals, but for my own preference and wellbeing i refuse to forced to interact with anyone under the age of 16. that being said, i don't mind if people under 16 read my fics or send in asks! i am just not comfortable messaging / avidly interacting with them. i also will not be turning anon on because if you have something to say you can say it to me. if you'd like your ask to remain anonymous, please just note that and i'll post it with your user blocked out. as well, please do not try to find any identifying information about me. i share what i am comfortable sharing. only two people on this app know my real name, and i implore you to not go looking for it. other than that, free reign!
as of right now: my requests are currently closed, and my dms and asks are open.
warning: my blog will include nsfw references and/ or mentions. if that makes you uncomfortable, each post will be under a read more line, and i will appropriately tag.
hello everyone. for lack of better words, i'm just going to say that i am abandoning this account. fuck wilbur soot and fuck anyone who still stands by him. i stand with shelby and i stand with any victims. you are not alone. to anyone currently going through something like this, you are so strong and i am so proud of you, even if i don't know who you are.
i will be making a new blog - probably centered around @/zooone 's and i's ocs, the legend of zelda, and just whatever i want to post about. there will be no mentions of that man or his band and i want no followers or supporters of that man or his band on my new account. i can't promise i'll be as active as i used to be, but i will definitely try.
to those of you who want to follow - @lastwordsofamirrorball (i just made it so the @ isn't showing up and there is no theme but i promise it is me) again. no supporters of that man or his band.
to those who have supported him for so long, i am sorry. i have been a fan of his since soothouse and it is incredibly disappointing to see such behavior from someone who i genuinely believed was a good person. i am with you and my dms will be open on the other acc if you need someone to talk to.
thank you to everyone who made my time here a decent time and fuck you to everyone who makes this app a hell hole. try and follow that new acc and you will be BLOCKED.
╰┈➤ wilbur pays ninety dollars for a picnic with you. gilmore girls inspired
enemies to lovers; wilbur x reader
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - this is literally just the episode from gilmore girls "a tisket, a tasket" (s2 e13) bcuz my affinity for jess will never ever let down
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - brief swearing
"that's my basket!" she whisper-yelled, pointing towards phil as he was running the entire auction fundraiser. "go, go get it-"
"we'll start at 3 dollars," phil said into the microphone, inspecting the small basket.
she was only slightly offended, and jared could see the look on her face. he turned to her, quirking his eyebrows before yelling, "five dollars."
it was tradition that every year for the picnic basket auction, her and her friend, jared, would bid for each other's baskets. since the winner of the basket got to have a picnic with the basket maker, it saved them both the hassle of awkwardly having a picnic with someone random.
"we have five dollars, do i hear a ten?" phil spoke, having far too much fun with the microphone than he should've. "a ten, anyone?"
"fifteen."
a voice rang from the crowd, a smirk audible in the tone.
she didn't even have to turn her head to know who it was, and yet she still did so.
wilbur soot stood there in all of his fucking glory, hands in his pockets and a simple smirk on his face.
phil cut her thoughts off. "fifteen dollars, is anyone-"
"twenty!" wilbur called out, before the man could even finish. he yelled numbers so casually, it made her blood boil.
jared stepped up to the occasion as quickly as possible, a wavering worry in his tone. "twenty-five-"
phil sighed before they continued. "you boys don't get how this works-"
"thirty," wilbur called out once more. the simple look on his face made her sick to her core.
everyone was shocked. everyone knew she hated wilbur- wilbur himself knew she hated him. and yet, he was bidding to have a sweet picnic with her. her anger was getting out of line, and all she could do was watch.
"fourty!" jared yelled, contrasting wilbur's calm tone. she knew he did not have the money for a basket as small as hers.
"jared- what are you doing?" she hit his arm, feeling the need to release her anger any way she could.
"do you seriously wanna go on a picnic with this guy?-" he turned back towards phil, "fifty!"
"seventy."
holy shit.
jared could feel his mouth quivering with hesitation. there was no way in hell he had more than fifty dollars, let alone seventy. "seventy-five-"
"ninety. ninety dollars." wilbur's grin was growing wider by the second as he casually rocked on his heels, anticipating jared's response.
and yet, nothing.
"ninety dollars, going once?" she looked at jared's empty pockets. "going twice?" then at wilbur's cockiness. "thrice?"
she cursed under her breath as phil continued, "sold to the weirdly tall man!"
he took his time in sauntering up to the stand, and both her and jared watched his every move. jared's stare was in humiliation, but hers was pure rage.
when he was back to his spot behind the crowd, he caught her stare. in response, he waved, basket still in hand. she could've punched him in the face.
the auction continued on, but she couldn't pay attention to a single bit of it through her cloud of anger.
"hey, i'm sorry i couldn't win your basket," jared attempted to apologize, but the words were in through one ear and out the other.
"why the hell would he do this?!" she yelled, face contorting and scrunching out of frustration.
jared stared with wide eyes. "maybe he was hungry?"
"you aren't helping!"
with that, wilbur walked right up to the two of them, perfectly isolating jared from their conversation. "that was fun."
"glad you enjoyed it," she spat, looking him up and down with pure disgust.
"shall we?" he held his hand out, anticipating hers. yet, she only stared at him in disbelief.
"shall we what?-" she scrunched her eyebrows, crossing her arms as to reject his hand.
"shall we go?"
"go where?"
"god, sweetheart, i thought you were better than this," there he went again, making her feel fucking inferior to him. "person who buys the basket wins the company of the basket maker," he lifted his arm, "basket-" and then pointed to her, "basket maker-" and finally, pointed to jared, "and guy who didn't bring enough money."
"seriously, what- what do you gain from this?" she stammered, so full of her fit of anger. "do you think this is funny?"
"i think its great, and what i gain is lunch with you," he flashed a toothy grin at her, a perfect target for her knuckles. "c'mon."
jared held her back, however. "bye, wilbur."
"aww, where are you going, joseph?" he spoke in a sing-song mocking tune.
"its jared. and you're the one whose going," he tried to sound as intimidating as possible, and yet there was no reaction.
"not until my date is ready to go," he held up the basket for the thousandth time, as if it was a trophy. although, in his eyes, it probably was. "cmon, honey, i've got a blanket in my trunk if that's how you like it."
she was about to scream her lungs out at wilbur, but jared only looked down in defeat. "y'know, maybe he's right-"
"are you kidding me?"
"its town tradition! and you know he won't stop until you comply-"
wilbur cut in, "no, i won't."
"and he did spend ninety dollars on you," jared added, voice quiet as if surrendering.
the boiling of her blood wasn't simmering down quick enough, and she screamed for the whole town to hear, "fine! fine, i'll have a stupid picnic with you!"
wilbur's only reaction was a lift of his eyebrows. he spoke in a low, quiet voice. "that's my girl."
even after a walk into the woods, she hadn't calmed down. the entire way, she walked with her arms crossed and her eyebrows knitted that when she finally relaxed them, it felt unnatural.
"where do you wanna eat?" wilbur asked, genuinely considering her opinions. she didn't notice this, however.
"i don't care," she responded angrily, only to receive on okay from wilbur.
he walked down over to a small bridge over a tiny pond, setting the basket down.
"where are you going? i'm not eating in the pond."
"oh, dangit i thought you would've loved having your sandwich with a duck," he mocked, spreading out the blanket over the wood of the bridge. "calm it down, sweetheart."
his voice was just so smooth and so cocky that she clenched her fists, her anger boiling into frustration.
when he finally smoothened the blanket out, he gestured her to sit first. with a roll of her eyes, she hesitantly sat down as he followed suit.
he opened up the basket, peering into it carefully. "i don't think i'd even consider eating anything in here."
"that's because i didn't make it for you, i made it for jared," she retorted, shoes swinging out over the water.
"and joseph would've eaten this?" he held up a plastic container, looking at it like he was testing whether a dollar bill was real or fake.
"yes, he would've, actually."
with that, wilbur eyed her suspiciously, but ultimately grabbed a fork. the moment he tasted the food, he held back a grimace. all of this just to outdo jared.
"and jared also wouldn't fall for that."
"oh, come on!" wilbur groaned, unchewed food still in his mouth. it elicited a small giggle from her, and the sound was worth everything to him. he held a glance at her smile, eyes focused on her mouth.
it seemed like she had calmed down, based off the way she stared at him with the remnants of laughter on her lips. he looked back at her with a rarely genuine expression.
"wilbur?" she spoke, after a beat. "why'd you do it?"
he blinked at her hesitantly. "do what?"
"you know, outbid jared." she spoke, rolling her eyes. this time, it was playful. "ninety dollars is a lot."
"and-" he broke eye contact with her, feeling nervous for the first time in their exchange. "and the ninety dollars was just a price i had to pay to get here."
she leaned in closer. "but why did you wanna get here?"
"okay, all of a sudden im starving," he packed the little containers back into the basket, still avoiding her gaze.
"hey. answer me, weirdly tall man," she put her hand on his to stop him from packing up, and the mere feeling of it made his breath hitch.
"c'mon, you want pizza?" he tried to distract himself, but he could feel her stare. "what do you think of pepperoni?"
"wilbur, answer the question-"
"its not my fault that you tricked me into eating that- that stuff-" he tried to change the topic, beginning to stutter out of embarrassment. "and now i want some real food."
"you're not gonna answer, are you?"
"please? i know a really great pizza place-" it was almost like bargaining. "you'll love it. trust me."
"fine."
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💌 // hello again.. :D i am back (maybe) but actually okay. this one is kind of short and is paired with another fic that i am posting directly after this (though they needn't be read in any specific order). i would like to give 100% credit and all of my love to @zooone for the idea, the brainstorming, the tags, the proofreading, the support - literally everything that involves in writing a fic. again, this is a lot shorter than anything i usually write but it is because this is a au i want to continue for a bit and not burn myself out. speaking of which, this is a au based loosely off the notebook and is set in around the 50's/60's. if you like this and the next small blurb i'm gonna post, pls pls pls send in requests for this au :D or .. requests for wilbur in general :D
the coins entered the machine with a small clink. then, he dialed the number that he knew like the back of his sweaty and grime filled hands.
he looked around him, observing the small town as the phone rang and rang until - "hello?"
a sigh escaped him as he heard her voice, relief spreading through his body. "hey there, sugar." he hums and a smile spread across his cracked lips.
"wilbur!" her excitement is palpable and he can feel her smile through the phone. if he closed his eyes hard enough, he was sure he'd able to see it in his head. "i thought you were never gonna call."
"you know i always do. even if a little late, i'm always there for ya." he says with a smile leaning back onto the wall with another sigh. he had to stand close to the booth as not to stretch the cable too much - lest it accidentally disconnect their call as it was prone to do. "listen, sugar, i've only got four minutes today, alright? i just wanted to call to hear your pretty voice and to let you know that i'm doin' jus' fine. i know how ya like to worry."
"four minutes?" she pouted, and he could feel his heart sink in his chest. "yesterday we had almost twenty!" her rotary phone cable was long enough to reach from her bedside table to her bed where she laid on her stomach with her feet in the air and her head propped up on her hand.
"i know, sugar, i know. i am just.. busier today than i am yesterday." the lie slips out his mouth so easily, and she's never the wiser. "one of my coworkers din't show so i've got ta pick up his slack." another lie. "and before ya say it, i won't overwork myself."
"you always know what i'm gonna say!" she laughs and her head falls as she sighs. "wilbur, d'ya think your boss will give ya a day off this weekend and you can take the bus up here to the city? it's been a bit since i last saw ya."
"sure thing, sugar. i'll call ya tomorrow to let ya know what he says." he bites his lip, cursing himself for his inability to keep shut. he doesn't have a boss to ask for time off. he's going to have to scrounge around the city for some measly quarters to call her for less than five minutes. and there definitely will be no bus ride.
"okay!" she laughs, "okay. i'll be waiting for your call then."
"you do that." he hums, and the call clicks before he can say anything else, leaving him with less than twenty-four hours to gather two dollars in change by walking through the streets for hours and picking up loose change. he hung the phone back up, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he began his 'shift' at work.
💌 // hii :D mostly going to copy and paste from the prev. post but. this is a second part (but doesn't need to be read in any order) to a fic i posted literally 30 seconds ago. pls check that one out :D anything in italics is copy/pasted from prev. authors note: i would like to give 100% credit and all of my love to @zooone for the idea, the brainstorming, the tags, the proofreading, the support - literally everything that involves in writing a fic. again, this is a lot shorter than anything i usually write but it is because this is a au i want to continue for a bit and not burn myself out. speaking of which, this is a au based loosely off the notebook and is set in around the 50's/60's. if you like this and the next small blurb i'm gonna post, pls pls pls send in requests for this au :D or .. requests for wilbur in general :D
the sun hadn't even risen yet before wilbur began his walk to the city. normally, one coming from his underprivileged town would get a bus ticket from the run-down ticket station and board a nice clean coach bus up to the city.
one would only do that if they had a job, and that was something wilbur definitely didn't have. so, he threw on his nicest shirt and pants and began the two hour walk from his farm to the city.
the terrain wasn't too challenging, which he was grateful for. it was just one long road past greener pastures filled with animals - much unlike his own.
he wasn't .. poor, per say. he was a lot luckier than a lot of the townsfolk. he had a roof over his head (though not warm), and if he tried hard enough he would be able to have at least one meal a day. he didn't have a steady source of income, nor was his farm flourishing as it once had. he had a tiny plot of fertile ground and he used it to grow his own measly vegetables.
once a week he'd head over to the neighboring town to visit his friend who would provide him with a warm bed and a shower for a day. he couldn't stay at techno's long though - wilbur loved his friend and appreciated everything the other had done for him, but he refused to take handouts.
he was able to visit techno the night before and was able to wash up and clean up his nicer clothing before he'd see her.
she was his saving grace. life had dealt him a shitty hand and she had shuffled his cards, giving him a new play. he was considering folding his hand, but she had turned the tides of the game for him and he wasn't gonna fumble now.
💌 // hii :D mostly going to copy and paste from the prev. post but. this is a second part (but doesn't need to be read in any order) to a fic i posted literally 30 seconds ago. pls check that one out :D anything in italics is copy/pasted from prev. authors note: i would like to give 100% credit and all of my love to @zooone for the idea, the brainstorming, the tags, the proofreading, the support - literally everything that involves in writing a fic. again, this is a lot shorter than anything i usually write but it is because this is a au i want to continue for a bit and not burn myself out. speaking of which, this is a au based loosely off the notebook and is set in around the 50's/60's. if you like this and the next small blurb i'm gonna post, pls pls pls send in requests for this au :D or .. requests for wilbur in general :D
the sun hadn't even risen yet before wilbur began his walk to the city. normally, one coming from his underprivileged town would get a bus ticket from the run-down ticket station and board a nice clean coach bus up to the city.
one would only do that if they had a job, and that was something wilbur definitely didn't have. so, he threw on his nicest shirt and pants and began the two hour walk from his farm to the city.
the terrain wasn't too challenging, which he was grateful for. it was just one long road past greener pastures filled with animals - much unlike his own.
he wasn't .. poor, per say. he was a lot luckier than a lot of the townsfolk. he had a roof over his head (though not warm), and if he tried hard enough he would be able to have at least one meal a day. he didn't have a steady source of income, nor was his farm flourishing as it once had. he had a tiny plot of fertile ground and he used it to grow his own measly vegetables.
once a week he'd head over to the neighboring town to visit his friend who would provide him with a warm bed and a shower for a day. he couldn't stay at techno's long though - wilbur loved his friend and appreciated everything the other had done for him, but he refused to take handouts.
he was able to visit techno the night before and was able to wash up and clean up his nicer clothing before he'd see her.
she was his saving grace. life had dealt him a shitty hand and she had shuffled his cards, giving him a new play. he was considering folding his hand, but she had turned the tides of the game for him and he wasn't gonna fumble now.
💌 // hello again.. :D i am back (maybe) but actually okay. this one is kind of short and is paired with another fic that i am posting directly after this (though they needn't be read in any specific order). i would like to give 100% credit and all of my love to @zooone for the idea, the brainstorming, the tags, the proofreading, the support - literally everything that involves in writing a fic. again, this is a lot shorter than anything i usually write but it is because this is a au i want to continue for a bit and not burn myself out. speaking of which, this is a au based loosely off the notebook and is set in around the 50's/60's. if you like this and the next small blurb i'm gonna post, pls pls pls send in requests for this au :D or .. requests for wilbur in general :D
the coins entered the machine with a small clink. then, he dialed the number that he knew like the back of his sweaty and grime filled hands.
he looked around him, observing the small town as the phone rang and rang until - "hello?"
a sigh escaped him as he heard her voice, relief spreading through his body. "hey there, sugar." he hums and a smile spread across his cracked lips.
"wilbur!" her excitement is palpable and he can feel her smile through the phone. if he closed his eyes hard enough, he was sure he'd able to see it in his head. "i thought you were never gonna call."
"you know i always do. even if a little late, i'm always there for ya." he says with a smile leaning back onto the wall with another sigh. he had to stand close to the booth as not to stretch the cable too much - lest it accidentally disconnect their call as it was prone to do. "listen, sugar, i've only got four minutes today, alright? i just wanted to call to hear your pretty voice and to let you know that i'm doin' jus' fine. i know how ya like to worry."
"four minutes?" she pouted, and he could feel his heart sink in his chest. "yesterday we had almost twenty!" her rotary phone cable was long enough to reach from her bedside table to her bed where she laid on her stomach with her feet in the air and her head propped up on her hand.
"i know, sugar, i know. i am just.. busier today than i am yesterday." the lie slips out his mouth so easily, and she's never the wiser. "one of my coworkers din't show so i've got ta pick up his slack." another lie. "and before ya say it, i won't overwork myself."
"you always know what i'm gonna say!" she laughs and her head falls as she sighs. "wilbur, d'ya think your boss will give ya a day off this weekend and you can take the bus up here to the city? it's been a bit since i last saw ya."
"sure thing, sugar. i'll call ya tomorrow to let ya know what he says." he bites his lip, cursing himself for his inability to keep shut. he doesn't have a boss to ask for time off. he's going to have to scrounge around the city for some measly quarters to call her for less than five minutes. and there definitely will be no bus ride.
"okay!" she laughs, "okay. i'll be waiting for your call then."
"you do that." he hums, and the call clicks before he can say anything else, leaving him with less than twenty-four hours to gather two dollars in change by walking through the streets for hours and picking up loose change. he hung the phone back up, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he began his 'shift' at work.
if hypothetically .. i had a little blurb .. from an au .. i've been cooking up (and by me i mean me and zone..) would you guys want to see it. my only gripe is that i'm gonna need some requests from the au / questions ab it so i can keep writing more
for context it's a 'the notebook' esque au with poor farm boy and rich city girl and he tries to do everything in his power to keep them together
if hypothetically .. i had a little blurb .. from an au .. i've been cooking up (and by me i mean me and zone..) would you guys want to see it. my only gripe is that i'm gonna need some requests from the au / questions ab it so i can keep writing more
for context it's a 'the notebook' esque au with poor farm boy and rich city girl and he tries to do everything in his power to keep them together
Hello! I'm not quite sure who to ask about this but have wilbur's boundaries about nsfw changed because I'm seeing a lot of nsfw works about him (as a real person not just c!Wilbur) pop up and I don't know if I'm missing something
Thank you! (you don't have to answer this if you don't want to btw <3 /p)
Wilbur's boundaries are that he's fine with you calling him hot/attractive/a plastic milk jug full of tears and ocean water. He does not want you writing stories about him having NSFW relations with his friends or other CC's. He's never said in direct terms anything about Reader or Y/N fics, but I would assume, considering he's already asked to not be sexualized in fics with other people, that those are a no-go as well.
summary || after a fight with another ship, you’re not able to sleep. neither is captain soot apparently
a/n || pirate au is one of my favorite aus. this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month, it was originally going to be a 3+1, but I wanted to get it out. if this goes well, there is more planned that I can do. thank you to all my mutuals who helped with this and who I teased about it then ignored it
warnings || mentioned death/killing, mentioned injury
The sway of the hammock didn’t lull you to sleep like it normally did, even with the waves being gentle that night. Your mind was preoccupied from earlier no matter what you tried to think of.
“I gave you an order-”
“It was a dumb suggestion-”
A hand gripped your chin that forced you to look up. “As captain of this ship,” his voice was low, eyes hard as steel. “What I say goes. Now go see about getting that cleaned before you get an infection.”
You rolled your eyes and went to pull away. His fingers dug deeper into your skin, an eyebrow raised expectantly.
