SUMMARY - in which, knowing the way your boyfriend shaves his beard, you decide to do it instead;
WORD COUNT - 695
requests are OPEN
EXTRAS - pure fluff, established relationship, use of pet names (darling, love) lower case intended,
NOTES - hi angels, i was listening to normal people things on repeat yesterday and this came out of it lol, hope you enjoy it:))
PS. english isnโt my first language so if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes please donโt hesitate to point them out<3
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the soft hum of the bathroom light framed the scene as you continued to read the book in yours and your boyfriend's shared bedroom. after finishing the chapter and marking it, you closed the book, only to realize that wilbur wasn't back from the bathroom.
furrowing your brows, you stood up form the cozy bed that was practically screaming at you to stay, but you were curious as to what was taking him so long. you wanted to cuddle your boyfriend and take advantage of the time he was back home, before he went back on his tour with the band.
you made your way to the bathroom quietly, with the soft steps, not to scare your boyfriend, you pushed the door open, only to see wilbur applying shaving cream to his beard that had grown out while he was back home. he glanced at you, as you took a step in the bathroom and smiled at you.
"i thought you liked the beard," you asked pouting, getting closer to him, only to hop on the counter, now facing wilbur instead of standing next to him.
"i do, its just the tour is coming up and i wanted to freshen up a little," he spoke, his accent thick, as he washed his hands.
"can i help?" your question got him looking at you with raised eyebrows and twinkles in his eyes. he chuckled as he saw your excited look on your face. okey, dont get me wrong, you adored beardbur, he looked as handsome as ever, but you also loved kissing him and his neck without irritating your own skin.
"of course darling," he said with a smile, only for you to scoot closer to where he was standing.
"come here," you smiled, motioning him to stand in between your legs, from where you could easily access his face. his now cleaned and dried hands came upon to rest on your hips, as he looked at you with clear adoration in his eyes. thought before he knew what you were doing, you were already wetting your hands in the sink next to you and gently cleaning the shaving cream of off his face.
confusion was clear on his face, as his brows furrowed, "darling what are you doing?" he asked, only speaking after you were fully done.
you grinned at him, now reaching to grab your skin exfoliating that was right next you, and looked at will "wouldn't want you putting make up on your stubble rush you gave yourself while shaving, now would we?"
you were fully aware the tactic your boyfriend used while shaving his bared, and then blamed his irritation he gave himself on sensitive skin.
his eyes widened at your words, and the way his mouth hang open, you thought his jaw would break. only for you to snicker at his shocked expression, as if he wasn't expecting you to tease him and use his own song against him. taking his frozen frame into your que to start exfoliating his beard, you slowly and softly started massaging it.
you could feels his eyes on you, as you did before shaving routine on him. he loved to watch your concentrated face, as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and tip of the tongue sticking out from your pretty lips. you constructed him to wash of the exfoliation and then you softly applied the shaving cream.
the warm water in the sink created a soothing atmosphere as you took the razor from where it laid and began careful motions against his jaw. your touch was gentle, complete opposite to the way he usually handled the razor.
as you glided the blade across jawline, you could feel the tension in his shoulders easing. the irritation that usually accompanied his shaving routine was replaced by a sense of comfort.
once you finished, you instructed him to wash his face for the final time and after he did, his eyes met yours. there was a softness in his gaze, โthank you, loveโ he murmured, his fingers brushing over his smooth skin, making you grin at him and from that day forward, the task of shaving became a shared ritual.
Hello! Could you write some angst about missing Wilbur cause of his touring, but then he comes back and you get to finally see him again and its all fluffy?
Ty<3
yeah of course :D
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You havenโt seen your boyfriend, Wilbur, in months.ย
Okay, scratch that, you have seen him. On FaceTime, on Instagram, little clips of him singing on Twitter. Old VODs youโve been listening to so you can fall asleep.
Youโve seen him, but itโs not enough. You want to hold him, to be held. You want to fall asleep with him on the couch watching movies, and listen to him sing. Not to the crowds, not with his band. The kind of half singing, half humming he does whenever youโre having a hard time falling asleep, or when youโre having a bad day.
You donโt realize youโre crying until you feel the tears dripping onto your hand, and you look down at them blankly, sucking in a deep breath when you realize youโd been holding your breath.ย
You glance to the other side of your bed, frown deepening when the sight just reminds you that Wilbur isnโt there. You sniffle and climb out of bed, glancing at the clock and groaning. Itโs only like 11:00AM, and Wilbur isnโt meant to be back until 2:00PM tomorrow. Youโve been counting the days since the moment he boarded the plane two months ago, whichโฆ probably hadnโt helped you feel less lonely, but at least he would be back soon.ย
You sigh and walk to the closet, rummaging through it until you find one of his jumpers, slipping it off the hook and burying your face into the soft material.ย
The jumper is probably years old, honestly, and youโve only seen Wilbur wear it a couple times. Itโs thin, with loose threads and what seems to be cat hair stuck to it. You canโt help but chuckle at the sight, then walk back to the bed and sit at the edge of it, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it inside the jumper. You should probably be up and ready for the day at this time, but you donโt really care. Itโs not like you have anything you need to do.ย
You figure that itโs fine to wallow in your loneliness for a couple more hours.
You flop back onto the bed and roll onto your side, curling yourself around the pillow and burying your face into it, shutting your eyes and squeezing it in your arms. After a minute, you lift your head slightly and grab your phone from where itโs resting near your hand, connecting your Bluetooth to the small speaker on Wilburโs nightstand, pulling up one of his random podcast episodes and pushing play.
You fall asleep eventually, listening to Wilbur ramble about bugs and little ecosystems.ย
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You wake up a couple hours later to the feeling of the bed dipping, and you mumble incoherently to yourself, rubbing your eyes and starting to sit up. You feel a hand slip into your hair and a hand press against you, gently pressing you back down onto the bed.
โHello there, sleepyhead.โ You hear a voice coo softly. Youโre immediately wide awake, sitting up quickly and staring at Wilbur, whoโs hovering above you with his fingers gently running through your hair. Your jaw drops and you stare at him for a moment before shoving away the pillow and wrapping your arms around him.
โWh-what? When did you get home?โ You ask, eyes wide. You turn your head and grab your phone to check the date, leaving you even more confused. He giggles a little bit hysterically.ย
โSurprise!โ He says, tackling you and forcing you back onto the bed. He starts to kiss you all over your face, and you weakly attempt to push him off of you.
โGah, Wil!โ You complain lightly, wrapping your arms tighter around him as he presses a quick kiss to your neck.ย
โI know I told you Iโd be back tomorrow, I just wanted to surprise you.โ He explains, putting his hands on either side of your face and smiling down at you. You match his expression.ย
โI wish youโd told me youโd be back today so I can clean up a bit, at least.โ You say, lifting a hand to cup his cheek and lean in to kiss him once. He chuckles into it.ย
โWell, at least Iโm here, yeah?โ He asks, dropping one hand away from your face and reaching for your hand, lacing your fingers with his and gently squeezing it. You squeeze him back. โLooks like I was right on time, too.โ He notes, dipping his head to kiss your forehead. โYou were practically strangling that pillow.โ
Your face flushes and you smile shyly at him. โJust missed you.โ You mumble, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. He sighs softly and lays down, pressing you against his chest and curling around you.
โI missed you too, my love.โ He whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline. You smile gently and let your eyes fall shut.ย
You canโt wait to make up for the lost time with him.
summary: it's a cold autumn night, tangled limbs under several blankets with wilbur.
notes: i love winter so much i've been waiting for it since spring started last year. just in case you don't know what autumn means, it's another name for fall. this is just a little fluffy thing i wrote late at night and rolled with it because i've been lacking ideas recently.
some things might not really make sense, i only checked grammar, it's not completely proofread.
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~400 words
it was a cold night, winter was approaching soon, and it made itself clear.
late into the night, you'd find yourself snuggled under 4 layers of blankets; a standard thin blanket, a weighted blanket, a thicker, warmer blanket, and your boyfriend. he lay practically on top of you, arms wrapped tightly around you to keep your bodies close together, feeding off each other's warmth. it would only get colder as the month went on, the final stretch of autumn before winter took over.
wilbur wasn't asleep, and neither were you. neither of you were particularly tired, opting to just cuddle until you did get sleepy. he'd been muttering into your ear softly about some story he had from the day's lovejoy rehearsal, something about joe tripping over some cables that ash left around in a mess. you were half listening; interested in what will had to say, but feeling sleep slowly taking over. besides, his voice was enough to put anyone to sleep in a situation like this. the soft mumbling being so soothing. something about his endearingly long limbs wrapped around you to keep both of you warm.
"love, i'm going to fall asleep if you keep up that tone..." you'd mutter tiredly to him while burying your face further into his soft pyjama top.ย
he chuckles, "sorry, darling. are you getting tired?" he asks, voice still soft, but not brain-meltingly soft.
you nod into his chest, squeezing him in the embrace. he laughs, enamoured by your sleepy behaviour. โthen get some rest, love. i donโt have anywhere to be in the morning, so we can stay in. itโs supposed to be even colder tomorrow.โ he speaks quietly, right into your ear as he holds you close. cuddling up even more.
you felt your eyes grow heavy, almost slipping shut as wilbur hummed in contentment. you looked up at him one more time, smiling sleepily and mumbling an โi love youโ before tightening your hold on him, pulling him even closer. your eyes finally close, breathing evening out and your hold on him loosening as you fall asleep. wilbur just smiles down at you, chuckling at how cute you were sleeping. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful person ever, and he was so, so lucky to have you.
"i love you too." he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. he let the tiredness consume him too, soon falling asleep next to you, still wrapped up and tangled together.
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wilbur soot x gn!reader
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notes: i've literally been so lazy recently i'm sorry this took so long. but it's here and i don't know if i like it that much. i just had no idea where to go with it hgfjkgkf but i hope you enjoy anyway !
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~500 words
the sun shone softly through the thin curtains of the window above the bed. you shifted in bed slightly but immediately noticed the emptiness beside you. wilbur had told you the previous night that heโd be up and out early for some photoshoot for a magazine or something, so you were expecting this. you turned over, looking at your phone that lay on the bedside table, displaying the time. it was still early, he might not have left yet.
reluctantly, you pulled yourself out from beneath the warm duvet, taking careful and quiet steps over to the kitchen. you could see wilbur sitting on a stool at the kitchen island. though you couldnโt see what he was doing, you could guess he was probably on his phone and having breakfast. still in his night clothes.
the only sounds were the clinks of the spoon against the porcelain bowl, and the few shuffles when heโd readjust how he sat. as quietly as you could, you padded over to him, standing behind his hunched frame. awkwardly trying to fit his comically long limbs between the stool and the overhang of the counter. silently planting yourself behind him and wrapping your hands under his and around his middle. leaning into him to rest your head against his back. cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his shirt.
you felt him jolt under you. relaxing again after he realised it was just you, turning his head to see you clung to his back. a soft smile crossed his features, letting you stay like that for a moment in silence before he spoke softly.
โgood morning, love.โ he turned carefully on the chair so that you had a chance to realise what he was doing. he was fully facing you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close. your arms stayed around him too, but now you were nuzzled into the crook of his neck. even with him sitting down, he was freakishly tall. which made him all the more endearing.
youโd mumble something of a good morning back. he let you rest against him for a little while longer before heโd sigh and let go.
โi have to go soon, darling.โ wilbur spoke softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head before you reluctantly pulled away from him.
โi know.โ youโd look at him with sad eyes, even though you knew he was a busy man. you just wished you could spend more time with him in the mornings before he disappeared off to do whatever lovejoy stuff he had planned. he gave you a small, apologetic smile before getting up, setting the bowl in the sink with a small remark about how heโd clean it when he came home. but you knew itโd be late when he did, and youโd probably end up washing up anyway.
as he was leaving the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around your waist one more time. leaning down to kiss your hair again before pulling away and pressing his lips against yours for a short, but sweet, kiss. letting go of you again to slip into the bedroom to change while you made your own breakfast.
tw: mention of fighting, flashback of fighting,wilbur is kind of a dick, angst if you squint, unspecific fighting, mention of break up
thereโs loud giggling coming from deep in the house.
honestly you didnโt realize how much you missed it until just now, just realizing how lacking it was, how quiet the house was without wilburโs loud footsteps and constant bumping around.
โAurora-โ
you call gently, just as wilbur rounds the corner, his hair a million different ways and a smirk pulling at his lips.
โSpeak of the devil.โ
you say lowly, hoping that the only person who heard it was wilbur and not his twin that is two steps behind him, constantly colliding with the back of his legs.
โMama,โ she buries her face into your legs until you kneel down, moving the mop of curly hair out of her eyes when she speaks again. โCan Papa stay?โ
itโs a question, not a demand.
โOh,โ wilbur says quickly, panic evident in his eyes. this is definitely not something he was prepared for, โDarling-โ
โBaby,โ you coo, the spoon resting on the oven, โWe have an early morning tomorrow-โ
โand-โ wilburโs knees crack as he kneels on the tile of the kitchen, his hands a claw as he tickles her belly, โsomeone has to get some good sleep because someone has a birthday tomorrow. I wonder who that could be-โ
she giggles, her hands go into wilburโs hair as she gently pulls at it and he continues to tease her:
โwhoโs birthday is it tomorrow? Hm, I can not for the life of me remember-โ
she giggles, climbs onto his knee and pulls at the corner of his eyes, pulls at the corner of his lips until heโs smiling:
โitโs mine, Papa!โ
he gasps:
โitโs yours?!โ he shakes his head, โabsolutely not. youโre my baby you arenโt allowed to get older-โ
you have to turn away. itโs too sweet, reminds you of when things were briefly okay-when wilbur was home and didnโt have dark bags under his eyes, when he would actually come around and help-those long nights out when he came home reeking of cigarettes and in stained clothes, how your voice cracked as you begged to not be a single parent (or at least, what felt like one)
Wilburโs eyes flash to yours as he stands, Aurora thrown over his shoulder. his voice drops as he leans in, and you try to ignore how you can feel his hot breath against your ear:
โiโll leave soon. iโm sorry-โ
suddenly meek and mild, not the wilbur who made himself known, had no problem with that-
โPapa,โ Aurora sticks her head out from behind his back, โStay for supper? itโs just me and mama-โ
his eyes snap to yours. his, wide with worry and like a deer in headlights, trying to not fuck up this co parent thing.
โBaby-โ
โMama,โ Aurora pleads, โPlease?โ
her eyes are wide and sad and they suddenly look very much like Wilburโs
โWell,โ your eyes shoot to wilburโs, โIf Papa doesnโt have any plans-โ
Aurora doesnโt hear that part. hears exclusively the yes that she got and squeals as wilbur tries to steady her on his shoulder.
โhope you werenโt busy.โ you smirk. youโre teasing, obviously, as you stir the pasta on the stove.
โGo wash your hands, sweetheart.โ Wilbur says gently, sets her on the floor and watches as she runs towards the restroom, still squeaking.
โNah.โ He shrugs, leaning over the stove now, finally answering. โi had a frozen pizza with my name on it but honestly-โ
his hand dips into the pan on the stove, where thereโs some sauce the chicken lays in. his finger connects, drags through it and brings it to his mouth with a happy sigh before you can smack his hand away:
โno, no.โ he finally says, wipes his finger on his worn jeans, โthis was much better, anyways.โ
โwhat, freezer burned pizza doesnโt cut it these days?โ you tease back against your better judgment, โyouโve changed.โ
He laughs and the side of his eyes crinkle and the bags under his eyes are more evident and you try to shake it off before you can over think it.
โLook-โ
Aurora comes back into the kitchen, all but stomping as she gets to the table:
โMama,โ She pulls her chair back, โPapa can sit next to me. Iโll get him a plate!โ
You turn the flame off the stove and reach over, grabbing a plate and handing it off to Aurora, who tangled her hand into her fatherโs and drags him to the table with his plate.
dinner isnโt even as uncomfortable as you imagined. you imagined him clearing his throat, desperately looking for something to say, or having to take an emergency phone call to try and make himself leave early-
instead, he listens contently to every word aurora says. gasps at the appropriate times when she tells stories, knows when to gently remind her to focus on trying to eat; he falls back into the routine you two had like no time had passed. it was comforting, in a way, but knew the familiar ache would come back when he left
instead, you ignore it for your daughter. try to push it down and make it a problem for tonight-already knowing sleep wonโt be on the agenda anyways, so this is something you can overthink again and again until your forced to pace in your kitchen by the light of the stove-
โI mean,โ wilbur clears his throat, โit depends on what your mama thinks-โ
โHm?โ
you try to not make it obvious you werenโt listening, lost in your own thoughts.
โI said,โ Aurora huffs, โPapa should stay and read me a bedtime story! for my birthday, mama!โ
wilbur looks sad in his seat. like it hit him that heโs doomed to a lifetime of day before or day after, always belated birthdays with his daughter, always an excuse or a reason-
โSweetheart-โ
you can tell by the way wilbur speaks heโs setting it up to gently let her down, to try and slowly pull the dagger out of her back
โthat sounds like a good idea to me,โ you stay instead, โI think you have a new book Papa would like too-โ
wilburโs head snaps up so quick at your voice youโre briefly afraid heโs going to break his own neck.
โM-me?โ
his finger is hard against his own chest, his voice borders on shock or disgusted, you arenโt sure which one yet-
โPut your plate in the sink, Rory.โ you say gently instead, โAnd then you can show papa your book.โ
she squeals as she hops off the chair, drops the plate and goes back to wilbur where her fingers tangled into his and she pulls him away.
enough time has passed and the house is quiet enough you can hear the sinks steady stream of water fall from the faucet, a leak you can never remember to fix, that you finally figure you should check to see why itโs so quiet.
your hands play with the bottom of the old shirt you wear, suddenly aware of the old clothing and how dirty and stained it is-how for a while, wilbur would be dressed up when he got home, when things were briefly okay-white button ups untucked out of jeans after a long shift, the buttons undone on the sleeve and how they were crookedly shoved up to his elbows-
a deep breath, insisting the worst-a toddler meltdown, wilbur frustrated and near tears or him just gone, somehow escaped through the front door as you devoured the silence of a dinner you havenโt had in years
instead as you nudgethe bright yellow door open, you find wilbur-
the bed is far too small for him; his feet dangle off the edge of them and you know his neck and back are going to hurt the next day now-but instead of a meltdown he lays on his back in the too small bed and on his chest, a little head curled under his chin with the blanket drawn up to her own neck, eyes closed and fast asleep but wilbur still gently flips through the book, his voice low and steady as he reads gently in her ear-
โyouโve always had some special talent for being able to put her right to sleep.โ
he laughs, closes the book and sets it on the nightstand where a picture of the three of them at a pumpkin patch years ago lays-Aurora on your hip, wilburโs face pressed against yours and silly smiles on your faces, cheeks pink from the wind blowing-
โiโve always said i was boring,โ he sighs, ruffles Auroraโs hair gently, โGuess that confirms it.โ
โcome on,โ you roll your eyes, โI have coffee for the road for you. Just how you like it.โ
he hesitates for a second. a careful kiss to the crown of auroras head, before he starts the gentle dance of untangling himself from her. limbs appears slowly; an arm, a leg, a torso-Aurora never stirs; a heavy sleeper like her father as he ducks out of the room.
in the kitchen you carefully pour black coffee into a to go cup, making sure the temperature is right before putting half a packet of splenda (the yellow package only, the one you keep far in the back of the cabinet for him, for these rare visits, in hopes heโll come back) before securing the lid and handing it over.
wilbur takes a sip, savors it as he groans and closes his eyes, really enjoying every sip.
โI needed that, darling.โ he sighs, โthank you.โ
darling hangs in the air and you try to not let it overpower you. try to not let him see the pink that climbs up your face with the old familiar name
i miss you, you think. the bed is too big without you. instead it comes out; โAny plans for the night?โ
he takes another long sip of coffee before answering: โnah.โ and he leaves it at that.
you snort, โi have a pack of 25 multi colored balloons that need to be blown up if youโre bored.โ
youโre teasing. itโs obvious, at least you think. previous birthdays where wilbur would be poured over the scratched up table in the front room, slowly, carefully, blowing up balloons until he collapsed back in the seat always insists this is the last year he would be doing this. you tried to bite back the sting when you think that time actually was the last time.
โYeah,โ wilbur nods, locks his lips: โsure, iโll do those real quick-โ
โWil,โ you scoff, โyou donโt have to-โ
he throws back the last of the coffee, shakes his head: โitโs the least i can do. always your least favorite part. iโll be quick, and then iโll leave, i promise.โ
out of habit when he says promise your pinky goes in the air and as if heโs never left, hasnโt stopped doing it, his pinky immediately wraps around yours, shakes once, falls
โwhere the usually are, yeah?โ
wilbur asks but doesnโt give you time to answer before he digs through the drawer, comes out with his victory, the small plastic bag of balloons.
wilbur sits on the couch, gently blows them up, acts like he doesnโt hate it as you carefully unfold the banner of letters that read out happy birthday in various pastel colors as you struggle you hang it over the picture window.
โwhy donโt you let me do this?โ
you feel wilburโs hand on the small of your back before you can even register his voice.
โremember,โ he said gently, his voice low like heโs afraid heโs overdoing it, โbefore-youโd wrap the presents and iโd hang the banner-โ
โbecause i could never reach the top-โ
you both finish at the same time.
your hand is still in the air as you turn to face him: โand you always insisted on playing the beatles version of happy birthday as we did it. again and again-โ
โi know,โ he smiles, โand youโd always swear you couldnโt sleep the next three nights because it was stuck in your head.โ
โthatโs right.โ youโre finally laughing, leaving out how you havenโt listened to that song in years now, โagain and again-โ
gently, he grabs the side of the banner out of your hands and has a hand on your hip as he gently supervisors you walking off the ladder before he takes your spot.
when he turns around youโre back and he knows from the old box in your hands immediately whatโs next:
โthe usual place?โ he says gently, instead of the old comments heโd usually spit out; โagain?โ or โthis is so fucking stupid. she doesnโt want these pictures outโ
you pass him the first photo, the frame half broken and super glued back together,permanent fingerprint stains on it that you canโt get out no matter how long you scrub or soak it-
โshe was so fucking tiny.โ
if you didnโt doubt yourself, youโd think wilburโs voice cracked, bordered on a whimper as his fingers danced over the silhouette of her in the frame. the day you brought her back from the hospital; wilburโs clothes are wrinkled and the bags under his eyes are big, even though his eyes are downcast and heโs looking at the tiny pink bundle of blankets in his hand with such a proud smile
โyou were so afraid you were going to drop her,โ you finally say as you set the final photo out, โiโm surprised i got you to take that picture.โ
he carefully sets it on the table like heโs afraid itโll break, but you realize itโs angled towards him as he sits back in the chair and brings a balloon to his mouth
โyou can help me bake the cake,โ you say gently as you sit on the armrest of what use to be his chair, โif you arenโt busy.โ
your hand rests on his shoulder, plays with the tip of his collared shirt thatโs wrinkled:
โmight as well stay.โ you try again. โp-please. Auroraโyou shake your head, โaurora would be thrilled to see you.โ you get out.
stay you think letโs get this right i can get this right
he nods slowly: โiโm here.โ
and you recognize the weight in it, how you waited for this, as his hand drops into yours and follows you to the kitchen.
Can I request prompt 9. - โwhat do you think youโd be doing right now if we never met?โ I got so excited seeing this prompt and I knew I had to request it! ๐ You are such an incredible and talented writer and keep up the great work!
TW | literally nothing but tooth-rotting fluff but not proofread cause rev is asleep /hj
part of the 500 follower event
a/n | nearly 300 followers later and i'm finally getting around to the rest of these prompts... i have had absolutely zero writing motivation lately but i came up with the idea for this out of nowhere last night and wrote most of it at the bus stop this morning so here's something haha
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Wilbur got up before you that morning, determined from the moment he fell asleep the night before to make you breakfast. By the time you got up, he was slaving over the stove, the steam fogging up his glasses in a way you normally teased him for.
โMorning, love,โ he spoke, not needing to turn around to know you had woken up. He had learned the sound of your steps across the creaky floor in his house and the sound of his shirt brushing against your knees. He had taught himself to know you better than he knew himself sometimes.
โMorning,โ you responded, taking a seat at the island, letting yourself watch him. He didnโt think there was anything that warmed his chest the same way your voice in the morning had. Thick with sleep and a gentle reminder that he was one of the few who got to hear it. You examined his broad shoulders as he reached across the cabinets to grab some salt. He could feel your presence lurking behind him, watching him so closely.
โWhatโs on your mind?โ he broke the silence, and your concentration on the freckles on the back of his neck.
โWhat do you think youโd be doing right now if we never met?โ you didnโt mean to blurt it out but before you could even think to close your mouth, it slipped past your lips. Wilbur didn't look back at you, not even a quick glance before he responded.
"We'd meet eventually. In this life... in the next. We'll always meet in every life, and I'll always fall in love with you," he said it like it was just common knowledge, like he'd always known it. Maybe he had. Maybe he had felt that undeniable connection from the second you two had met. He pulled your attention as he placed a plate of food in front of you, one of his hands resting on your shoulder as he leaned forward to place a kiss atop your head.
"Eat up, darling. I've got rehearsal later but maybe tonight we can-" You stopped listening. You couldn't shake what he had managed to just brush over so easily. You two were soulmates. He had just declared it like it was no big deal, but you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, a smile that distracted him as he stumbled over his words.
"W-what are you smiling about?"
"Are we soulmates?" You were praying he said yes, that he'd confirm you had heard him correctly, and he just smiled so softly in return.
"Of course. What else would I call you? Soulmate seems hardly enough at that," he said it so plainly, with a lovesick smile on his face, Just like that, he had labeled you two something so much more than just partners. He knew in his heart that you would be his person in every life, that he would always find you. It was just a simple fact to him.
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NOTES โ fluff, the neck biting is sfw !! fem reader in mind, but it's not really specified,, lowercase is intended, small small little drabble
EXTRA โ i have a job interview tomorrow and decided to write this instead ..
it had just hit 1am before wilbur finally came to join you in bed, his eyes closing automatically, as he took off his clothes to change into some pyjamas (joggers and a black t-shirt).
he flopped onto the bed beside you, placing one arm above his head to cover his eyes, the other resting on his stomach. you happily made yourself comfortable on his chest, eyes closing to the sound of his heartbeat.
"d'you have a good day?" you asked, tracing small swirls into his chest, as you moved your head to look up at him. a small smile was now on his features, as light kisses were placed on his jawline.
"yeah, didn't do much, but ive got sound checks with the band tomorrow," he groaned, hating the thought of having to ever get out of bed.
you just hummed, placing one last kiss to his jaw, before suddenly getting the urge to bite. was it normal? probably not. are you going to do it anyway? definitely.
"ow!" he laughed, facing his head to the left of him, just out of your reach. however, you had sat up by now, a smile on your face.
you held his jaw, facing him to you again, seeing the soft smile on his face as he looked at you, eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.
"what are you saying ow at?" you played dumb, smiling innocently as he rolled his eyes.
"you bit me!" he argued, rubbing the bitten jaw slightly, before moving his arm to trace doodles on your back.
"i didnt do such a thing," you smirked, before leaning in and biting his neck, feeling him giggle and try to move away.
"you're such a little gremlin," he laughed, before pulling you down, holding you tight against his chest so you couldn't move. finally, you relaxed, your head tucked into the crook of his neck.
"goodnight, love," he whispered, kissing your hairline.
"goodnight," you bit his neck once more, kissing it, then drifted to sleep, a smile on both yours and wilburs face.
ive got wilbur soot brain rot rn. this is partly self indulgence too.
wilbur would definitely have your own little station set up in his office, so if you came to sit in during one of his streams late at night, youre prepared.
he would have your favourite brand of makeup wipes, fluffy socks, even a spare sweater of his incase you got cold. he thinks youre the cutest when you have no makeup on and pouting cause youre sleepy so why not show it off to chat too.
chat would pick up on the random makeup wipes that came out of no where and the sweater that seemed to be pulled from thin air. twitter would have fun with that one.
ive got wilbur soot brain rot rn. this is partly self indulgence too.
wilbur would definitely have your own little station set up in his office, so if you came to sit in during one of his streams late at night, youre prepared.
he would have your favourite brand of makeup wipes, fluffy socks, even a spare sweater of his incase you got cold. he thinks youre the cutest when you have no makeup on and pouting cause youre sleepy so why not show it off to chat too.
chat would pick up on the random makeup wipes that came out of no where and the sweater that seemed to be pulled from thin air. twitter would have fun with that one.
Omg so i had a request hear me out itโs a bit different but i was thinking
Being fwb with sapnap but you start to act like a couple and catch feelings so quickly for each other ๐
a little bit of angst and more so nsfw themes. also now realizing this is kinda fboy sap at first. fem!reader
anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list
nick didnt like the idea of being in a committed relationship. but he couldnt get enough of you. he would text you when he missed you. well... more so his dick missed you.
"fuck," he said lowly as he watched you take off your shirt. he sat on his bed, raking his eyes over you. "come here."
you feel your stomach flutter at the way he looked at you with bedroom eyes. his eyes were almost sleepy but you both knew he wasnt in any way tired.
slowly, you made your way over to where he was sitting with his legs spread. you stood between his legs as his hands ran up and down your sides, looking up at you lustfully.
he slowly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down carefully. you watched him slip his fingers into the belt loops and tug them down as he leaned forward to kiss the skin right above your underwear.
you sighed and placed your hand beneath his chin, pulling him away, as his hands still worked your jeans down painfully slow.
"do you ever take this off?" you ask as you pull his hat off his head. he licks his lips up at you as you run a hand through his messy hair.
"only if you want me to, baby," you roll your eyes at the nickname. just then, you shove him harshly to make him lay back on the bed before you step out of your jeans. you slowly move to stradle him on the bed.
"take this off too," you say hovering over him as you tug on his hoodie. "youre wearing too much for someone whos about to have sex."
nick starts enjoying your company too much for his liking. he sees you post on your stories about a shitty professor or repost something about being single. and he has to fight back the urge to ask you about if your day had gone any better or if he had to come over and fuck you for you to stop feeling lonely.
"youre not staying tonight?" he asks, regretting it immediately when you turn to look at him strangely as you look around for your shirt on the floor.
"no?" you sigh and give up on your shirt, looking for your pants instead. "what? do you wanna cuddle?"
"i was kinda hoping for morning sex," he said as he sat up in the bed, resting against the headboard as he watching you search his room for your clothes.
you stood up and crossed your arms with your pants in one hand. you pursed your lips at the sight of him shirtless with a top sheet over his lower half, leaving nothing to imagination. you thought for a second, shaking your head and licking your lips as you let go of your jeans and slowly walked over to the bed.
nick smirked, "you just cant resist me, can you?"
"shut the fuck up," you said as you leaned over him to check the floor on the other side of the bed to find your shirt in a sad pile. you grabbed it and unclasped your bra, taking it off, before throwing your shirt over yourself. "im just using you for your body."
nick laughed at the idea before pulling you into him, "whatever you say, peaches."
the more you two met up at night, the more the other one stayed the night, the more you two would wake up with eachother. this lead to either one of you rushing out or staying and doing your morning routines together.
it started out awkwardly, asking for a spare toothbrush, to shower, or for clothing (mostly on your part). then it became a habit to have things for eachother and falling into a weird morning routines. a lot of it starting with morning shower sex.
you moan loudly and grip onto nicks hair harshly as he sucks on your clit. he groans against you, stimulating every part of your pussy with the vibration of his voice.
recently, every morning, you expect a normal shower whether nick is there to begin with or not. but you seem to not learn your lesson when everytime, you end up writhing in pleasure because of him.
he pulls away and looks up at you for a moment, "whenever your ready," he says before going back in, licking you clit slowly.
"shut the-" you gasp at the way he barely grazed his teeth on the nub. he chuckles smugly and grips your thighs tighter, pulling them apart. "fuck-"
a loud moan rips through you as you reach the high nick had been working for you to reach.
he starts licking slower, licking up the cum that slowly seeped out of you. he sighed contentedly, slurping lewdly as you moaned, trying to push his head away when it started to get to be too much.
he pulled away, looking up at you drowsily as the water beaded down on both of you, "did you still wanna get breakfast? im not too hungry anymore."
staying over at eachothers places became a normal occurrence. somedays, it would be that you two didnt hookup, you would simply stay in bed and cuddle.
"do you think some actors like filming sex scenes?" nick asked you with his head on your chest as a movie played on your tv. displayed on the screen was a sex scene. fitting.
"maybe," you respond without looking away from the screen. "maybe just the gross pervy ones."
"i would like sex scenes if they were with you."
"dumbass."
then, he started asking you to hangout with him and his friends. it made you feel special when he would ask you to a dinner. and people slowly started assuming you two were dating.
"nick, im starting to like your girlfriend more than you," clay would say, a smile on his face from laughing seconds before.
your smile falters momentarily, glancing at nick nervously. he makes eye contact with you.
"i think i am too."
and it just makes sense. for you to be his girlfriend and for him to be your boyfriend. simple as that.
Omg so i had a request hear me out itโs a bit different but i was thinking
Being fwb with sapnap but you start to act like a couple and catch feelings so quickly for each other ๐
a little bit of angst and more so nsfw themes. also now realizing this is kinda fboy sap at first. fem!reader
anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list
nick didnt like the idea of being in a committed relationship. but he couldnt get enough of you. he would text you when he missed you. well... more so his dick missed you.
"fuck," he said lowly as he watched you take off your shirt. he sat on his bed, raking his eyes over you. "come here."
you feel your stomach flutter at the way he looked at you with bedroom eyes. his eyes were almost sleepy but you both knew he wasnt in any way tired.
slowly, you made your way over to where he was sitting with his legs spread. you stood between his legs as his hands ran up and down your sides, looking up at you lustfully.
he slowly unbuttoned your jeans, sliding the zipper down carefully. you watched him slip his fingers into the belt loops and tug them down as he leaned forward to kiss the skin right above your underwear.
you sighed and placed your hand beneath his chin, pulling him away, as his hands still worked your jeans down painfully slow.
"do you ever take this off?" you ask as you pull his hat off his head. he licks his lips up at you as you run a hand through his messy hair.
"only if you want me to, baby," you roll your eyes at the nickname. just then, you shove him harshly to make him lay back on the bed before you step out of your jeans. you slowly move to stradle him on the bed.
"take this off too," you say hovering over him as you tug on his hoodie. "youre wearing too much for someone whos about to have sex."
nick starts enjoying your company too much for his liking. he sees you post on your stories about a shitty professor or repost something about being single. and he has to fight back the urge to ask you about if your day had gone any better or if he had to come over and fuck you for you to stop feeling lonely.
"youre not staying tonight?" he asks, regretting it immediately when you turn to look at him strangely as you look around for your shirt on the floor.
"no?" you sigh and give up on your shirt, looking for your pants instead. "what? do you wanna cuddle?"
"i was kinda hoping for morning sex," he said as he sat up in the bed, resting against the headboard as he watching you search his room for your clothes.
you stood up and crossed your arms with your pants in one hand. you pursed your lips at the sight of him shirtless with a top sheet over his lower half, leaving nothing to imagination. you thought for a second, shaking your head and licking your lips as you let go of your jeans and slowly walked over to the bed.
nick smirked, "you just cant resist me, can you?"
"shut the fuck up," you said as you leaned over him to check the floor on the other side of the bed to find your shirt in a sad pile. you grabbed it and unclasped your bra, taking it off, before throwing your shirt over yourself. "im just using you for your body."
nick laughed at the idea before pulling you into him, "whatever you say, peaches."
the more you two met up at night, the more the other one stayed the night, the more you two would wake up with eachother. this lead to either one of you rushing out or staying and doing your morning routines together.
it started out awkwardly, asking for a spare toothbrush, to shower, or for clothing (mostly on your part). then it became a habit to have things for eachother and falling into a weird morning routines. a lot of it starting with morning shower sex.
you moan loudly and grip onto nicks hair harshly as he sucks on your clit. he groans against you, stimulating every part of your pussy with the vibration of his voice.
recently, every morning, you expect a normal shower whether nick is there to begin with or not. but you seem to not learn your lesson when everytime, you end up writhing in pleasure because of him.
he pulls away and looks up at you for a moment, "whenever your ready," he says before going back in, licking you clit slowly.
"shut the-" you gasp at the way he barely grazed his teeth on the nub. he chuckles smugly and grips your thighs tighter, pulling them apart. "fuck-"
a loud moan rips through you as you reach the high nick had been working for you to reach.
he starts licking slower, licking up the cum that slowly seeped out of you. he sighed contentedly, slurping lewdly as you moaned, trying to push his head away when it started to get to be too much.
he pulled away, looking up at you drowsily as the water beaded down on both of you, "did you still wanna get breakfast? im not too hungry anymore."
staying over at eachothers places became a normal occurrence. somedays, it would be that you two didnt hookup, you would simply stay in bed and cuddle.
"do you think some actors like filming sex scenes?" nick asked you with his head on your chest as a movie played on your tv. displayed on the screen was a sex scene. fitting.
"maybe," you respond without looking away from the screen. "maybe just the gross pervy ones."
"i would like sex scenes if they were with you."
"dumbass."
then, he started asking you to hangout with him and his friends. it made you feel special when he would ask you to a dinner. and people slowly started assuming you two were dating.
"nick, im starting to like your girlfriend more than you," clay would say, a smile on his face from laughing seconds before.
your smile falters momentarily, glancing at nick nervously. he makes eye contact with you.
"i think i am too."
and it just makes sense. for you to be his girlfriend and for him to be your boyfriend. simple as that.
