itâs been a joy but i donât support abusers. i wonât delete the fics that are already up for now (i may in the future).
as of right now, iâm unsure what to do with this account moving forward. i may rebrand and continue to write other content, or i may abandon this account and leave it as is.
either way, wilbur soot is a piece of garbage and iâm sorry i ever, EVER supported anyone capable of such acts.
tw!: talk of religion?? kinda?? fluff. not proofread.
A/N: iâm rlly scared this is offensive to religious individuals pls tell me if it is cause i will immediately delete but heyyyy sorry for being gone for so long here is a blurb as apology. itâs bad. im sorry.
word count: 478 words
âi used to pray for you every nightâ you confessed to wilbur one evening. both of you were cuddled up on the couch, hardly watching the movie on the TV. you were far too focused on playing with wilburâs fingers, and wilbur was far too focused on you. he raised an eyebrow at your confession. âprayed?â he asks, humourlessly. you laugh slightly, shaking your head. âit sounds silly. i didnât pray to any god or anything. i guess, i just⊠spoke to the universeâ you shrugged, cheeks turning red as you continue to play with wilâs fingers.
wil nods, âi prayed for you, tooâ he confesses.
you smile at his confession, meeting his eyes as he smiles back.
âexcept, i did pray to a godâ he continues, smirking slightly, âi prayed to them all. every single one of them. including greek.â
you chuckle, âyou prayed to the greek gods?â you asked with a laugh.
âof course i did!â he exclaims, âi had to make sure they all equally knew how badly i needed you.â
you laugh again, âmustâve worked, thenâ you say, a slight hint of sarcasm in your tone. wilbur nodded, smiling widely now. he grips your hand a little tighter while bringing it up to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles.
âit didâ he breathes, âand i worship you. gosh, y/n, do i worship you.â
your face heats up again as he continues; âevery single thing you do, i worship. every word you say, i memorize like a prayer.â wilbur reaches a hand up to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your cheekbone.
âsometimesâ he starts, âi swear you were handcrafted by some otherworldly, unexplainable thing and placed on this earth just for me. i meanâŠâ he sits up straighter, turning his body more towards you, âyou are so perfectly⊠perfect i just- gosh, sometimes i canât even believe youâre real!â he laughs out, you giggle too.
âwilâŠâ you smile, knowing your face is redder than any tomato ever seen. wilbur leans in and plants a small, soft kiss on your nose.
âi thank each god every night for giving me youâ he whispers out, âand every time i say your name, i say it like itâs holy.â
you lean in to kiss him, breathing him in. after a beat, you both smile into the kiss. he leans back, meeting his forehead into yours.
âi love youâ he whispers, âi would run out of breath trying to recite all the things i love about you.â
you giggle, shaking your head, âi love you, tooâ you laugh, âyou, wil gold, are the sappiest man to ever liveâ you chuckle out, shaking your head into his.
he giggles, shrugging his shoulders, âsue me.â he says, before leaning back in to place another kiss on your lips.
hey folks. i adore each and every one of you. iâm sorry iâve been gone. recovery is very hard physically and mentally. iâll be back when im able to be, but im not ready yet.
now that iâve had top surgery i feel like i can stop waiting to do things lmao. itâs always been âafter top surgery.â i literally have no excuses. i have to do things now. should fuck around and start streaming on twitch again lmaoooo
anyways iâve been sleeping for 20 hours everyday like a damn lizard.
me breaking my promise hahahahaha. iâm sorry. i have just been sliced open and have been sleeping a lot. hopefully during my healing iâll find some energy to write.
i need 1 more follower to get to 200 whoâs gonna be the lucky winner!!! there is no prize!! just my love and appreciation.
sorry for lack of posts or fics. iâm getting a surgery in a week and have never felt more stressed and anxious in my life :D hopefully once thatâs over and done with iâll have more brain space.
how is everyone tho!? my asks are always open, even just to say hi or ask a question or say something silly.
mutuals of mine: PLS TAG ME IN ALL OF UR FICS SO I READ THEM AND REPOST THEM BC I WANT TO SO BAD BUT I NEVER SEE THEM CAUSE I DONT FREQUENT THIS APP ENOUGH AND WHEN I DO IT ISNT TO SCROLL THANK U ILY MWAH
tw!: angst, breakups, food mention, crying, other than that itâs fluffy and sweet. not proofread
word count: 1,248
a/n: literally wrote this in 10 minutes and didnât read it over so iâm sorry if it makes literally 0 sense lmaoooo. i hope yâall like it!! (also this picture of wil is so cute hes so-)
thereâs a stale feeling in the air as youâre surrounded by your friends. a large table, a potluck dinner, laughter and 5 different conversations, all while brown eyes with your same sadness across and to the left of you attempts to impossibly avoid your gaze.
wilbur joins in one of the conversations, you can hear his laughter and smooth voice. itâs all that seems to reach your ears as you play with the food on your plate. you missed the sound of his carefree and light voice, his laugh sweeter than nectar. a pang of sadness hits your chest like a tidal wave. a feeling youâve invited to the dinner table often these past few weeks, but having him here in front of you, hearing his voice and laugh in the room and not in your head, has made the sadness hurt even more. it hits your chest, knocks the wind out of you, makes you feel like youâve been thrown backwards.
ây/n? did you hear me?â a voice comes from your right, causing you to flinch and drop the fork in your hand. the sound is loud, it makes you physically cringe as you hear the conversations die down and feel multiple eyes on you. you lean down to grab the fork,
âno, sorry. what were you saying?â you respond quietly, looking over at your friend and placing the fork down beside your plate.
âi asked if you were okay. you seem like youâre in spaceâ they say, voice quiet and full of compassion. you nod, forcing a smile on your face. how weird is it to be seen, studied, known. your friends see through you. you wonder if wilbur does too.
âyeahâ you whisper, âiâm okay. sorry. didnât get much sleep last nightâ you let out a light laugh. they smile back at you, a half-crooked, sad smile. a hand reaches up to squeeze your shoulder - as if to say âi know youâre lying, but we donât have to talk about itâ, before they turn back around to continue their conversation. you finally look around as conversations have sparked back to life, scanning the table before reaching wilburâs spot. heâs looking at you. his mouth slightly agape, his eyes sad. you hold his gaze for a beat, before grabbing your fork and standing.
âmâgonna go wash thisâ you mumble for no one in particular to hear, as you scurry to the kitchen. you sigh as you reach the room, running your hands through your hair and leaning down onto the counter. the wound of yours and wilburâs breakup is still so fresh, still so new, still prone to infection. seeing him is harder than expected, but this get together had been planned for too long for either of you to cancel.
with another sigh, you grab your fork and turn on the tap, beginning to wash it. your mind wanders as you grab the dish soap and sponge - you planned a future with wilbur. you thought he was the one. your parents loved him. god, you loved him. you wanted all the stupid, gross, lovey-dovey shit with him. a big wedding, a small family, a white house with a fenced in backyard, cats and dogs, growing old together. you wouldâve done it all with wilbur.
âi think itâs cleanâ a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts. you flinch, dropping the fork into the sink. your head whips over to the voice, seeing wilbur standing there, looking at you. you hadnât noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until he brought you back to reality, causing you to quickly wipe them with your sleeve. you sniff, âwell, yaknow, just had to be sureâ you chuckle, though it comes out sad and strained.
thereâs a silence, the air feels heavy, as you both just look at one another.
ây/nâŠâ wilbur starts. you shake your head. âdonât. itâs okayâ you reassure, breaking your gaze from him to look down at the fork in the sink. you grab it, walking over to the dish towels hung over the oven handle.
âiâm sorryâ wilbur whispers.
âi said dont, wilburâ you sigh, looking back up to him. he looks just as broken and disheveled as you do.
he nods his head. a silence washes over the room.
âi miss youâ his voice cracks, his eyes gather tears but he quickly wipes them away.
âwil-â
âi know we agreed it was best to part ways but itâs killing me, y/nâ wilbur cuts you off, his voice is quiet but filled with emotion. you stay quiet, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you take shaky breaths.
âi-its so hard. so fucking hard to pretend im okay with this. that im fine. t-that i really believe itâs for the bestâ wilbur chokes out, he gulps before continuing, âbecause i donât. i donât think it is.â
you close your eyes to avoid the tears forming. you shake your head.
âwil, please stopâ you beg âwe both have other things to focus on. i mean, you have the band and-â
âoh, fuck the band!â wilbur shouts. your eyes shoot open to look at him as he brings his fingers up to pinch his nose bridge. he looks at you âfuck the band. fuck streaming. fuck everything, y/n. if it means i lose you, i donât want any of it.â wilburâs voice calms, itâs quieter.
you sigh and shake your head, âi would never ask that of you. you know thatâ you whisper âyou love that band. and you love touring. and you love making music. and i love watching you do it, wil, i love seeing you happy but i-â your voice breaks as a tear falls down your cheek, âbut i cant sit there and wait for you to make time for me anymore. you were busy and you were happy and i waited and itâs fine but i- i couldnât wait anymore. a-and all your promises, all the missed dates, all the times i spent sleeping alone, i just- it was too hard.â
wilbur takes a step towards you, searching your face for a reaction. when you donât react, he walks over to you, standing in front of you. hesitantly, he reaches his hands to cup your face, wiping your tears with his thumb as his own tears fall from his eyes. he leans down and rests his forward against yours. a shaky sigh escapes your lips as you breathe in his scent.
âthen iâll wait for you this timeâ he whispers, âwhenever youâre ready for me, iâll be here. ready to change, to do whatever it takes, to show you the love you deserve.â
a wet laugh escapes your lips as you sniff, reaching up to hold his forearms as you close your eyes.
âi love you, y/nâ he whispers, âi donât think iâm capable of not loving you.â
you nod. âme neitherâ you agree.
his forehead leaves yours, being replaced by his lips. a lingering kiss on your forehead. he steps back, grabbing hold of your hands as you both look into each others teary eyes.
âwhenever youâre readyâ wilbur whispers. you nod - âokayâ you whisper back. he smiles, as do you, before he walks out of the room.
you look down at the fork on the counter. a forgotten task. you smile, leaning over to pick it up. inspecting it in your hands. a breath, a sniff, a final wipe of your eyes.
Iâm Bored and Anxious So I Slapped Together a List of Fan Fic Writer Asks
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2. Do you read/reread your own fics?
3. Whatâs your favorite fic that youâve written?
4. How many WIPs do you have right now?
5. Whatâs a fic idea youâve had that you will never write?
6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?
7. How many ideas for fics do you have right now?
8. What project(s) are you currently working on?
9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what youâve written!
10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?
11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?
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13. How much planning do you do before writing?
14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?
15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?
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18. Whatâs one of your favorite lines youâve written in a fic?
19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.
20. Whatâs a favorite title for a fic youâve written?
21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?
22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?
23. How do you choose where to end a chapter (if you have multi-chapter works)?
24. Share a moodboard for (one of) your current WIP(s).
25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?
26. Is there something youâve written that you would never want your family to see?
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