in which; wilbur has plans for the night you come home sad and upset
requested by 🎧 anon; wilbur x reader go on a romantic picnic wilbur set up at your favourite field after you were upset (not the full request)
linked with; picnicking together in a spot where couples usually picnic together. “we’re defying the norms,” character a says while being all snuggled up in character b’s comforting embrace
about; reader is upset, physical touch, 'killed' is mentioned once - i didn't do field because i had an idea for the beach but i hope this is still alright.
word count; 813
celebrate here;
wil <3
4:18 pm
hey sweetheart, i'm starting dinner now. see you soon
5:42 pm
dinner's ready. be safe on your way home for me. i love you
6:57 pm
darling, how long will you be? your dinner is in the microwave staying warm. let me know when you'll be home
7:25 pm
work finished at 5:30, what's happened?
---
he knew something was up when you wouldn't respond to his messages. he could understand that you wouldn't reply to his first message because you hadn't finished work, but he was weirded out by the fact that you hadn't responded to any after his second message.
the dots suddenly started forming a coherent reason. you were upset. you needed comfort as soon as you got home, and you were probably walking around the seaside to calm yourself down.
grabbing your dinner from the microwave and putting it in an air-tight container, he made his way up to your shared bedroom. he grabbed a comfy sweater of his and a beanie, alongside a small backpack and shoved the items in.
he grabbed your dinner and pretzels for himself, also stuffing them in his backpack, and called you.
after a few seconds of waiting, you picked up, sniffles sounding through the call.
---
"hey sweetheart, where are you right now?" he quietly closed the door and started walking towards the beach.
"um, i think i'm near that one cafe on the beach. why? do i need to be home? i can go hom-" he cut you off and shushed your rambling.
"no no no, don't worry. can you go to that one spot on the beach we went yesterday with tommy?" he panted a little, quickening his pace.
"uh yeah. it's hard to see but i'll go there," right now, it was best that you ignored your worries and got there on the beach safely.
"okay, thankyou," he went quiet and created a soft environment on the other end of the call.
---
quick footsteps were approaching you, and you panicked, until you saw his dark figure sitting down next to you.
the light of the moon and the street lights illuminated his face perfectly, outlining every dimple and curve on his face with a golden glow, a halo where his hair was poofed up, and his smile was highlighted by the soft glow of the moon. he looked ethereal. he calmed down your entire being from just standing there, and he may have noticed.
"hello" his gentle voice filled your ears, accompanied with a small smile. he looked absolutely beautiful and you couldn't get enough of it. it was not the right time to try for a kiss. he was here to hopefully comfort you and calm you down.
"come here" he leaned closer to you and stretched out his arms, inviting you into a warm hug.
"thankyou. for being here," only now did you have the chance to check his messages.
you had headphones in, and your phone was on silent. you were still in your scratchy work uniform, and all you needed was to keep your head warm, a headache creeping into your skull. but as you looked at the messages, everything else was forgotten. you probably stressed him out so much, and your dinner was probably cold, and he probably thought you got killed.
"give me a second" he reached into his backpack and pulled out his sweater and beanie, laying the items on your lap. he helped you pull the sweater on and pulled the beanie over your eyes, causing you to erupt into a small fit of giggles.
he then pulled out his bag of pretzels and your dinner, still tightly sealed in the container.
you almost cried when he pulled out your dinner, you having not had a chance to eat all day, and being caught off guard from a warm dinner presented to you, having not been eaten for almost two hours at this point.
still being rested and warm in wilbur's arms, you had started eating dinner, listening to the waves crashing against the shore and wilbur's obnoxiously loud chewing. everything was so much better now that you had wilbur right next to you and being wrapped up in his comfy clothes.
you were snuggled up into his side, your shoes inside his backpack, and his head rested on yours. his arm was wrapped around your middle, tracing soft circles into the soft skin of your waist. his free hand was fidgeting with the hair tie on your wrist, being careful to not accidentally snap it against your wrist.
"we're defying the norms" he spoke into the blue, not expecting an answer. he just wanted to let his thoughts out to someone, and that someone was you. but he got a whole hearted laugh from you, and you both packed up and headed home, opting to fall asleep in a bed and not on rocks.
Hey y'all, it's 👑 anon! (No pronouns, only 👑, ty♡)
I kinda combined day 1 and 2 together with this one: sun/moon and wounded butterfly.
People love to talk about doomed siblings, and doomed lovers, but what about doomed siblings who are lovers? So here's Roman and Remus, just as doomed as the brothers they were named after.
(Remus accidentally ended up looking like Luigi, but let's ignore that-)
This is a stretch from my usual art style but I always have to give one of them long hair whenever I draw them. These guys are the bane of my existence (affectionate)
Anyway, I hope everyone's enjoying the event! I'll be back soon ♡
I am so sorry this took so long! So much has gone down in the time it took to get this done and I’m so sorry it’s so late! This is the event prize for @bokunoheroes-stories
⇢ Bakugo
Bakugo fixed the strap of his bag weighing heavily on his shoulder, stretching his arms before he left out on the hunt. He felt hopeful today, adrenaline rushing through his veins with excitement as he felt rather lucky for what was to come. He was confident he would find the elusive fairy he had been searching for since he was young.
His first encounter was in the meadow, where his interest in the creature began to grow. However, he often told himself that he would catch the stunning mystery almost every day, but today was different.
The air felt thick and damp with traces of something supernatural, just the feeling in the air giving him goosebumps. He grinned, setting off confidently into the forest behind his small cottage home beside the meadow.
He followed the footsteps tracked through the early morning damp forest floor, ones he vaguely recognized as the fairy’s. His first objective was to check the traps; the ones he set and reset every day after every failure or miscapture.
A low rumble ran through the trees, scattering birds in all directions as the ground seemed to tremble. Bakugo held onto the cafe of the trap he was currently resetting to glance around.
He wasn’t scared; he wouldn’t let himself feel scared despite the nervous pounding of his heart, feeling the rather large beast grow closer to where he stood.
Perched safely in the tree above Bakugo sat the fairy he searched for, watching the outcome for a moment to determine just what was racing at the man they always seemed to evade.
Careful eyes scanned the earth below as the monster bellowed with rage, parting the trees as a werewolf spilled into the small clearing.
Too panicked to make a run for his life and safety, Bakugo’s flight or fight response shut down, frozen in horror.
The beast drew closer, bloodlust thickening the air around him as his breath caught in his throat. Possibilities for ways out of the situation raced through his mind, but anxiety sapped his strength to play any of them out.
He closed his eyes to shut it out, but at the last moment, he was lifted into the treetops and away from the monster before any harm could be done to him.
When he finally opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the fairy he’d been searching for, blinking a moment in shock.
“It’s you,” he breathed, lips curling up in a smirk as the initial surprise faded. “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you.”
The fairy nodded, “I know.” They glanced down at the rampaging beast before humming the melody to a song Bakugo had never heard before. The werewolf soon calmed with a quiet growl and reverted back to a more human-looking form where it dashed away into the underbrush.
“Tell me your name,” Bakugo demanded, eager to know the name of creature who saved his life. Not because they saved his life, but because curiosity churned in his stomach, and the distance between they needed to be closed.
“Isn’t it common courtesy of your people to give your own name before asking someone else’s?” They chided, scolding him for his insistent, ill-mannered behavior. They seemed to be quite delicate and raised with royal-like manners. The exact opposite of Bakugo.
Bakugo clicked his tongue with a scoff and rolled his eyes. “I’m Katsuki Bakugo. Now give me your name.”
“How rude,” they sighed, cleaning up their outfit a little. “My name is (your name). It’s...nice to meet you.” They were hesitant to say it was nice under the circumstances, but were rather excited to meet Bakugo as well. Despite his rather explosive personality and...tendencies to set things on fire. Be on accident or otherwise.
Truly, it was horrifying to meet someone hunting you down, but Bakugo seemed to have no malicious intents hidden within his actions, so there appeared to be no harm in getting to know the male hunter.
“What do you intend to do with me, now that I’m in your grasp, Katsuki Bakugo?” They questioned, a soft hint of teasing dripping from their voice, sparking a rather sharp response from Bakugo under his breath about how their attitude was ‘rude’, but he brushed it off to respond honestly to their question.
“Get to know you,” he answered honestly, more interested in finding out about the magical being he met one summer day in the meadow rather than harm them. In fact, one might be able to suggest there was a chance he had fallen a little for the fairy, and they wouldn’t be wrong at all.He, however, would likely never admit such a fact despite the truthfulness to it.
Especially since his tastes as a child had appeared to be rather unusual. He couldn’t just fall for his own species like a normal human, could he? But the fairy was good at reading people; had been for a long time, and maybe they liked the chase, but knowing someone was so devoted to understanding them and their heart let them fall for Bakugo too.
Maybe they were something like a match made to meet, like the red string of fate had bound them together and led them to this very moment. The thought alone was exciting, thinking that this magical being could be the one Bakugo was meant to spend his life with, but the more pressing matter at hand was to get to know each other.
Bakugo wanted to talk to them some more, and they didn’t seem to mind, despite the rude introduction. More so, they were happy to indulge in conversation with the male, and Bakugo was happy just to be with them in this moment. The one he’d been searching for. His mystery.
requested by @phxntomsdusk; wilbur x reader, enemies to lovers, highschool tropes. wilbur slowly falling for reader and becoming worried when they don’t show up to school until he finally confesses?? (not the full request)
about; explicit language, silent pining, rivalry, enemies to lovers, nervousness, a few kisses, rude behaviour, competitiveness, yelling, purposefully lowercase, use of y/n
word count; i wrote this on mobile and don't wanna try to find the word count. probably 1k, around there
celebrate here;
all you wanted to do was get through this last lesson of the day and go home, and try at a somewhat peaceful day, but wilbur clearly didn't know 'leaving someone alone' meant. he was watching your every move with caution, more or less, adoration.
"wilbur! please! i've had enough of your bullshit!" you yelled in the hallway, attracting the attention of other students. he'd walked out of class a few minutes after you and approached you, waving his test paper in your face, a clear '100%' written in red pen in the corner.
he knew something was finally wrong when a tear slipped down your face after your exclamation, and he chased after you down the hallway, tripping over his shoelaces.
"y/n! y/n, wait! listen to me!" his voice was desperate now. you had never heard that tone in his voice, and you felt bad. you really did. but you'd rather not give him an ounce more of your attention. your last class wasn't with him, thankfully, but he wasn't letting down the fact that he's made you upset.
you get to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall, hoping that he'll give up and leave you alone. you heard footsteps approaching the bathroom, but you never heard footsteps leaving.
'but he can't skip geography. he loves geography.'
and you can't skip your class. your parents will kill you if they find out.
opting to leave the bathrooms, you speed walk to your class, dodging anything wilbur had to say with a "wilbur, i'm gonna be late!" or a "shut up!". reaching your classroom, you place your bag on the floor and rest your face in your hands.
class came and went like a breeze, and you were now sitting in your bedroom, scanning through piles of homework and eating a snack. your last class had sent you home with a fuck-ton of homework, all due by halfway through the next week.
11pm rolled around, and you were utterly exhausted, and having a shower in the morning sounded way easier than now. wrapped up in your blankets, you drifted into a comfortable sleep.
---
you woke up needing to vomit, but not from sickness, but more so nervousness. wilbur's episode yesterday had shaken you around a little bit, and you did not like the thought of dealing with him on a friday.
you open your phone, remembering you had wilbur's number, for some reason. you were about to open his contact and tell him to leave you alone but you were interrupted by a text from him.
'hey y/n. i'm sorry for yesterday. meet me after school at the park down the road, if you can. again, sorry.'
'wilbur. can we do it tomorrow. i don't want to deal with anything today'
he read your message and you assumed he left for school.
---
he stood around all day, hoping to see your face pop up at least once but it never did. he had resorted to constantly checking his phone and ripping pieces of paper from his books, scribbling little messages on them, and shoving them in his pants pocket.
he was a mess, to say the least.
he was worried about someone he knew didn't care about him when they didn't show up to school. how pathetic can he get? he was never worried when you stayed home sick or when you went on a holiday, but this. this was different.
this was now. this is when he has finally gained feelings. this was the present time.
---
you ran down to the park, having completely forgotten that wilbur had messaged you yesterday after school saying he was happy to meet up today. you were struggling against the wind, your hair in your face and your loose band tee stuck to your body.
wilbur wasn't much better than you. he was picking at his fingernails, chewing on his fingers and flipping his phone around on his hands. he was a mess, yet again.
you spotted him sitting on a bench under a tree. he looked just as bad as you. well, a little bit better. he had actually put thought into his appearance. you showed up expecting to be able to leave within five minutes.
however, you couldn't have been further from the truth. two hours have passed since you sat down next to him, and majority of that time was spent with wilbur muttering short, breathless apologies to you. you'd said a few things, but now you were stuck with a prominent blush staining your face.
it fell silent over the both of you, staring out into the small pond, smiling at the ducks chewing at a few bread crumbs.
before he spoke up.
"i like you." he avoided your gaze.
"wilbur, what?"
"i like you. maybe that's why I find it hard to talk to you in any other way than pointless jokes. i didn't realise i was hurting you because i was so worried that my feelings would somehow get out to you." he admitted, an identical blush coating his face, making you lightly laugh at him.
"you pissed me off a lot though. and you thought i was stupid. and that i wasn't as smart as you. did you mean any of that?" you were worrying now.
"no, no no, no. i never meant that. again, i was too worried about my feelings for you that i completely disregarded how you felt." he quickly said, shutting his mouth as fast as he could.
this time, however. you didn't laugh. you didn't snicker. you didn't tease him.
you learnt over and rested on his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. you press the same kiss to his nose, and then finally to his lips. he looked funny, lipgloss slightly smudged on his face, but at least he wasn't an ass about it.
he pressed more kisses to your lips, and sealing your fates with a long, warm kiss.
requested by anonymous; an espresso with wilbur confessing before you could for "you don’t have to like me back, you know? i just wanted to let you know how i felt, that’s all.” “well, too bad! because these feelings are mutual, and now you can’t get rid of me.”, please?
about; insults, nervousness, overall fluff, this entire thing is horrible because i had no idea what i was doing but i hope it's alright
word count; 296
celebrate here;
"slowpoke! hurry up!" wilbur shouted back at you, you trailing behind him.
"it's not my fault you're basically a tree!" you retorted, running up to him. you jumped on his back, legs too tired to keep up with him.
you and wilbur were on your way to the studio, you having brought up the idea a few days ago of wanting to see a lovejoy recording session. wilbur was ecstatic, his crush wanted to see him and his band do something they enjoyed.
after ten minutes of insults and playful remarks thrown at each other, you were finally at the studio.
wilbur placed you down but pulled you back to him before you could walk inside. it was weird, but you weren't complaining. it was an honour to be so close to him
“before we go in, let me just say something okay?” he asked you. it caught you off guard, yes, but something about the close proximity gave you hope.
“i’m listening.”
“i’ve been wrestling with my feelings, and it’s time i lay my cards on the table.”
“go on.”
“i’m in love with you. completely, hopelessly in love. you don’t have to like me back, you know? i just wanted to let you know how i felt, that’s all.”
there was a long silence between the two of you, and you saw wilbur getting fidgety and nervous. deciding on a funny approach to the situation, you look back up at him, a silly smile on your face.
“well, too bad! because these feelings are mutual, and now you can’t get rid of me.” you laughed a little at wilbur’s face snapping to face you, before you both started laughing.
safe to say there was a different tension present inside the studio this time around.
requested by anonymous; cappuccino - “do i keep you warm or something?” character b says, sparing a glance in character a’s direction while they’re making their way down the street. “huh?” character a questions, startled out of their reverie. character b hides a grin behind a closed fist around their mouth, feigning a cough into it. “you’re always sticking so close to me these days. a little suspicious, no?” character b teases, and the reddening of the apples of character a’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. - b reader/a ted?
about; teasing, blushing, flustered ted (love him), mentions of cold weather, sweaters, kissing (like three times), entirely fluff, the end is not meant to suggest anything...
word count; 320
celebrate here;
"now y/n, why would you choose the coldest day of the week to go on a walk with me? it seems unreasonable," he said, slightly shivering in the cold. he'd decided to only wear a thin sweater, having underestimated the extent of the cold weather.
"because i got bored and wanted to do something with you," you admitted. originally, you were going to go on a walk by yourself, but the amount of people you saw as you looked outside was overwhelming. you'd called up ted, he said he'd come over, and showed up at your door in no less than ten minutes. however, you never told him what you had in mind.
“do i keep you warm or something?” you say, sparing a glance at him while you're passing the grocery store.
“huh?” he questions, startled out of his reverie. you hide a grin behind a closed fist around your mouth, feigning a cough into it.
“you’re always sticking so close to me these days. a little suspicious, no?” you tease, and the reddening of the apples of ted's cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed.
"are you going to kiss me or what?" it was your turn to be flustered, caught off guard by ted's remark. his question was met with silence as you stared at him.
"well, you can't do all that teasing and not kiss me. that's not how this works," you felt small under his figure, him staring back at you with an amused grin.
"or am i gonna have to kiss you myself?" at this point, you were the tomato, and you had no other choice but to lean into the kiss.
a few short seconds of lips pressed together and you had to pull away. but ted wasn't done. he pressed multiple kisses against your face, and finalising it with a kiss pressed against your nose.
