Willow/Fyn

He/They/It/Ze~minor~I write fanfics for fun

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I sat on call with someone and wrote this over the course of like 30 mins. I promise the actual fic will be better

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someone just said george is a homie hopper and I can’t stop laughing

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Breaking Rules

Another old fic

When Wilbur got into the college of his dreams he gave himself rules to follow. They mostly had to do with keeping up a schedule and studying.

But one of them was much different than the others.

It was to not fall in love.

Wilbur had been in a few relationships throughout high school.; A few short-term flings that never lasted more than six months.

Except for one.

It was a year-long relationship with a pretty girl with blue eyes.

He had been so in love with her that it almost physically hurt at times. He did everything he could to make her happy.

He pushed off study sessions until the last second, skipped rehearsals and classes. He spent all of the money he had on gifts and things that she asked for.

And he was content like that. Sure his grades were the lowest they had ever been, he had been kicked from the play that could have gotten him an early admission into his dream school, and he was in constant trouble with his parents for not being in class. But he was happy.

Until he wasn’t.

He overheard a few of her friends talking about a dare she had accepted. Turns out she had been dared to ask him out. Not only that but for most of the time they had been together she had been dating another guy.

He confronted her, and before he knew it he was the one being blamed. She told him that he was such a bad boyfriend that she had to find solace in someone else.

When he brought up the dare he was told that it was none of his business and that he shouldn’t have been snooping.

By end of it all, he was left with nothing but a broken heart and ruined grades.

So when the time came for him to go to college, he vowed to himself that he would not, no matter what happened, fall in love again.

And for the most part, he kept his promise. He spent his time studying instead of spending his time flirting with any pretty girls or boys who showed interest in him. Instead of going on dates, he went to rehearsals and auditions.

Until one day his roommate managed to pull him out of his routine. They told him that they were going to a small gathering with just a few of their closest friends.

Wilbur saw it as an opportunity to make a few more friends and decided to go with them.

However, as it would turn out, it was instead a massive party with well over a hundred attendees.

He had been standing in the corner of the room, as he lost his roommate almost immediately after entering the building, awkwardly turning down the people who were trying to get in his pants when a boy approached him.

“Hey!” He had called over the loud music. “You ok?”

Wilbur looked over at the other boy, taking in his appearance.

He was quite a bit shorter than Wilbur. His skin was pale and dotted with freckles across his nose and on his cheeks. His eyes were such a dark, deep, color of brown that they almost looked black. Wilbur thought he could drown in them.

All in all the other boy was pretty. Almost too pretty. There was a part of him, the one that held onto the pain another pretty person had caused him, wanted to be harsh to him.; To pretend he hadn’t heard him and walk away. Or even tell him to fuck off and leave him alone.

The other part, however, told him that this boy was too precious for him to do that to. Even though he knew nothing about the pretty stranger, it told him that one day the boy in front of him would be an incredibly important part of his life.

So he responded.

“Uh, not really,” He started. “This isn’t exactly my preferred situation.”

The brunette nodded. “Well, would you like to go sit outside with me?” He questioned. “It’s less crowded and a lot calmer.”

Before Wilbur could even think, he was nodding in agreement. Then the other boy was leading him outside with a gentle hold around his wrist.

He looked down at where he was being held. He took in the difference between their hands.

The other boy’s were smaller than his own. Paler as well. His fingers were long and slender, similar to his own.

He was broken by his thoughts when the man in front of him began to speak, sounding much more clear.

“Are you going to sit down?”

Wilbur felt his face heat up when he realized that he had been so caught up in staring at the other boy’s hands that he hadn’t noticed that they had arrived outside.

He sat down on the stairs next to the other boy, moving to look around the backyard.

There were people scattered across the grass, some of them were sitting near the small fire and others choosing to instead sit in the darker corners of the yard.

“I’m George by the way.”

Wilbur looked back at the other boy, seeing his hopeful smile and hand extended for a handshake.

Wilbur reached out to take his hand.

“Wilbur.”

The two ended up speaking to each other for the rest of the night. Eventually choosing to exchange numbers.

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That was almost two years ago.

And things had changed.

Now Wilbur couldn’t help but laugh as he thought back to that one silly rule.

“Never fall in love.” He whispered to himself, voice almost mocking.

“Definitly broke that one.” He mused to himself as he gazed at the boy laying across from him in bed.

George was curled amongst the sheets of Wilbur’s bed. His hands were engulfed by the too-long sleeves of Wilbur’s sweater, just the tips of his finger peaking out. His hair was messy where it was sprawled across the pillow. The other man just looked relaxed.

And Wilbur loved it.

He isn’t quite sure when exactly his feelings for the other boy went from platonic to romantic but it all felt so natural.

And their relationship was even more so.

It didn’t feel the same way as his relationship in high school.

George didn’t make him skip out on studying to spend time with him. Instead, they would sit on the floor of George’s dorm and study together. Wilbur about general music and art history, and George doing random lines of code.

George never asked him to skip rehearsal to go on a date. George showed up to all of them and would sit in the audience, cheering him on the whole time.

And George most definitely didn’t have him skip class unless he was sick.

Wilbur thought about all of those things as he watched the love of his life sleep.

He watched as George’s eyes fluttered open and he shifted to gaze at him.

“Hi.” He whispered into the space between them, voice soft and laced with sleep. He yawned

“Hey, baby.” He whispered, his voice giving away how in love he felt.

He grinned at the flush that overtook the other boy’s face when he heard the pet name.

Wilbur leaned down, catching George’s lips in a gentle kiss. He listened to the other man sigh through his nose and moved to pull him closer to his body. George hummed as he pulled away, moving to lay his head in the crook of Wilbur’s neck,

He pressed kisses all across Wilbur’s neck and shoulders.

“I love you.” He mumbled into his boyfriend’s skin.

“I love you too, baby.” He responded, burying his face in soft, brown hair.

So yea, maybe he did break his most important rule.

But it was definitely worth it.

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Sharing Clothes

This is an old fic but I have nothing else to post so I'm putting it here

Wilbur stared up at the ceiling above the bed, sighing.

He had woken up about half an hour ago, but was still unable to convince himself to climb out of bed and start his day. The room around him was cold, the frigid air making the tip of his nose turn red. He decided that he would rather stay in bed late instead of dealing with the freezing atmosphere.

‘However,’ Wilbur thought to himself. ‘I probably wouldn’t want to leave the bed even if it wasn’t so cold.’

He turned over to face the boy lying next to him.

George was curled around a pillow. He was laying on his side, facing towards Wilbur.

Wilbur let out a soft lovesick sigh, reaching out to gently cup the side of George’s face. He cooed quietly when the other boy nuzzled his face into the palm of his hand.

Wilbur leaned back, taking in his boyfriend’s appearance. His hair was messy and disheveled, falling on the pillow below him. The side of his face was red from where it had been pressed into the pillow. His mouth was agape and it was clear that he had been drooling.

The sleeping boy was dressed in one of Wilbur’s sweatshirts. His body was drowning in soft yellow fabric, the shirt seeming massive in comparison to his thin frame. He wasn’t wearing pants, both boys having opted to sleep without them, so he was just wearing Wilbur’s shirt.

That realization made something inside his chest stir. The thought that anyone could walk into the room, look at what George was wearing, and piece together that he was with Wilbur made his heart flutter.

He smiled to himself, reaching out to grab the other boy by his shoulders and pull him closer to his body. He tucked his head under the sleeping boy’s chin and nuzzled into the apex of his shoulder.

Wilbur wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed gently.

He lay there in silence until the other man stirred.

He was made aware of the fact that his boyfriend had awoken by the way the arms that had been laying flat between them made their way around his neck. Wilbur grinned when the other boy buried his face into his hair and began pressing kisses across the top of his head.

He sat still as George slowly moved down, beginning to press kisses on his forehead.

Eventually he made his way down to his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of them.

“You missed.” Wilbur spoke teasingly.

George hummed. “Did I?” “Yea, you did”

George giggled. “Well what should I do about that?” “Fix it.”

He leaned in, connecting their lips.

Wilbur was the first to pull away, giggling when George tried to chase his lips.

“We should probably get up now.” “Noooo,” The other started with a whine. ”It’s cold and I want to snuggle.” He dug his face into Wil’s shirt. “You’re warm.”

Wilbur sighed, accepting that he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“Fine.” He groaned in faux annoyance. “I guess I’ll stay in bed with you.”

He grinned at the giggle he received in response.

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After watching 35 mins of Toy Story me and @ironissad are considering writing gay fanfic about Buzz and Woody

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Wholesome Husbands

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Wilbur and George holding their first kit for the first time?

[an old video recording]

[softly] “She's lovely...”

“Oh, oh! Is that her? Is that her?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see!”

“Pass me the camera then, so you can hold her.”

“...”

“...”

“Gogy?”

“Hm?”

“I think I'm going to cry.”

“Wil…”

“Look at her… she's so tiny. And— she yawned! She yawned, did you catch that? Did you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I'm going to quit my work. I'm just gonna be a stay at home dad from now on.”

“Of course.”

“I'm going to build her a swing in the backyard.”

“Wil, we live in an apartment. We don't have a backyard.”

“I'm also going to build her a tree house.”

“From what tree, Wil?”

“Oh hush, you're just being jealous. Isn't he, Susie? Your Papa's getting jealous.”

[fondly] “You're so annoying sometimes.”

“Do you see, Su? Your Pa's being a bully.”

“Wilbur.”

[laughs] “Sorry, sorry.”

“Oh? Her paws…”

“Ah! She's holding on to you so tightly.”

“...she is…”

“Does Papa George want to be a stay at home dad too?”

“Wilbur...”

[video end]

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I realized I never promoted my fic on this account. So here it is

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Should I start posting sneak peaks of my works? Is that something anyone would be interested in? Since it takes me so long to actually post full stories?

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Scrupulosity

CW//heavy talks of religion, guilt, internalized homophobia, and blatantly saying that god doesn't exist.

Wilbur had a complicated relationship with the "gods".

He, in all honesty, didn't believe in them very much. The tiny part of him that did, didn't think they were nearly as great as everyone claimed they were.

That tended to cause issues in his relationships. Platonic or otherwise.

Most of the people around Wilbur worshiped the same gods that he disdained. They treated the beings as the ultimate standard. They treated the morals and standards that these "gods" set up as the only true way to live.

And Wilbur heavily disagreed. And when people found out about his beliefs, they tended to have something to say about it.

Sometimes they would just look at him weirdly. Other times lead to arguments. And occasionally he would receive long lectures about how he would one day, on the day of reckoning they would explain, he would regret his doubt. He would sit there and listen as people he had very little care for rambled on and on about how he was going to one day be forced to repent if he ever wanted a piece of the "sanctuary" they called the afterlife.

He never said much. Just looked on with amusement dancing in his eyes as they waxed poetic about just how "wrong" his beliefs were.

Of course, there were exceptions. There were some people who when faced with Wilbur's opinions, didn't look at him in disgust or try to lecture him. Those people usually nodded along as Wilbur spoke. They would tell him that while they didn't agree with him, hearing his perspective was interesting to them.

And then some people were on the complete opposite of the spectrum. The ones who didn't bring up religion at all. Who kept their opinion of the supposed creators of the universe to themselves.

George was one of these people.

George, the boy Wilbur had fallen in love with.; The man who had stolen his heart from the first time they met.

George had never, in the nearly three years they had known each other, brought up religion.

Until now.

The two of them were curled around one another in bed, legs tangled. Their arms were wrapped around each other. Anyone who was to see them wouldn't be able to decipher where one body started and another ended.

Both men were silent. Neither of them wanted to pop the bubble of comfort that had formed around them.

They stayed like that for what simultaneously felt like minutes and hours at the same time.

It was George who finally broke the silence.

"You know," He started in a soft and almost hesitant voice. "I feel guilty for loving you sometimes."

-The bubble wavered.-

Wilbur was shocked by the admission and wasn't sure what to say. He let the words hang in the air before he finally gathered the will to speak.

"Why?" He asked dumbly, not sure what else to say.

"Well, you know. The whole religion thing. People saying that two guys shouldn't be in a relationship. It's been sort of ingrained in me I guess. I'm sure you get it."

-The bubble weakened-

"No. I don't. I don't really believe in the 'gods' or whatever you want to call them. So no. I don't get it." His words came out harsher than he intended, his words coated in a bitterness that George has never heard directed at himself.

George moved to sit up.

"Oh."

"What is that going to be an issue with you?" Wilbur asked somewhat sarcastically.

"God, I was just telling the truth. I don't understand why you're being so pissy." George spoke as he moved away from the taller burnet.

-The bubble popped-

"Well, I don't understand why you felt the need to tell me that you're ashamed of me."

"I never said that! You're misinterpreting what I said."

"Well how else am I supposed to interpret the phrase 'I feel guilty for loving you."

"Of course you don't understand! You will never understand what it's like to be ashamed of something you can't control."

Wilbur sat up quickly and whipped his head around to look at the shorter man.

"Are you fucking serious?" He asked, his voice a shaky whisper.

He stood up and began to pace around the room.

"Hell, when I realized I wasn't one hundred percent straight I spent hours begging to be 'fixed'."

George just stared at him, shocked at his sudden outburst.

"I wasted years of my life praying to gods that aren't there to make me 'normal'. I did everything I could in a desperate attempt to not be what the people around me referred to as disgusting and immoral. I looked to the gods. Just like I was told to when my mum passed. I looked to them and begged them for help. Do you want to know how they responded?"

He paused for a moment and took a few deep breaths.

"I called to the stars and they laughed at me!"

He went silent. Both men stared at one another.

"George. Your 'gods' aren't real. And if they are, they aren't the fantastic, all-loving beings you all seem to think they are. They are cruel and their 'love' has conditions. They are self-centered pieces of shit who care more about getting our worship and praise than they do our well-being."

A/N: This is bassiclly me venting about my mild religious guilt.

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Bloody Flowers Pt. 2

When Wilbur first found out he had hanahaki he was sure that he wasn’t going to survive.

Hell, how could he even begin to think he had a chance at survival. He was madly in love with the most beautiful human in existence.

The day he discovered it didn’t help either.

~.oOo.~

He had been laying in bed, the night just like any other night. The room was quiet enough that he could hear his family on the floor below him through the rain beating down on his window.

Tommy was yelling about something. Techno was responding. Tubbo and Ranboo were laughing. Phil was telling them to calm down through his own laughter. It all sounded like a family.

And Wilbur hated it.

But he would never tell them that.

He was broken from his thoughts by a knock on his window. He sat up with a jolt, his heart racing as he moved to look out the window. He calmed quickly when he saw who it was.

George was sitting on the small platform outside his window. His face was soaked with tears, eyes rimmed red. He was shivering from the water that had soaked through his clothes.

Wilbur stood up, quickly walking over to the window and opening it.

“Are you ok, Gogs?” He questioned.

The other boy didn’t respond, just continuing to stare at him. The teenagers stood in silence, George collecting his thoughts and Wilbur waiting for him to do so.

“Can I come in?” George asked in a shaky voice, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Yes, of course,” Wilbur spoke as he ushered the other boy inside. George climbed in through the window, using a hand resting on Wilbur’s shoulder as support.

Wilbur closed the window behind him before turning to face George. The teen was standing in the middle of the room. He had his arms wrapped around himself in a poor attempt at warding off the cold that had seeped into his bones.

“Do you want a change in clothes?” Wilbur asked him after about a minute.

George looked up at him before nodding.

“Yes, please.”

Wilbur hummed before moving to grab something from his wardrobe. He pulled out one of his sweaters. It was navy blue and had two different-sized mushrooms on the front. They were made up of multiple white dots.

He turned and tossed it towards George. He turned back to the wardrobe trying to find a pair of bottoms for him to wear.

As he was sifting through the clothes a bright splash of color caught his eye. He reached out to grab it and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts.

They were an ugly shade of orange that was so bright that Wilbur was sure that if someone stood in a field while wearing them, they could be seen from space.

The color wasn’t the only bad thing about them either. The length of them was atrocious as well. They reached down past his knees, nearly covering his long legs in neon orange fabric.

In all honesty, Wil wasn’t even sure why he bought the item of clothing in the first place.

He decided to give them to George, just to see how he would look in them.

He turned to face the other boy and saw him already dressed in the large sweater. It reached down to his mid-thigh, drowning him in soft fabric. Wilbur thought he looked adorable in it.

The other teen crossed his arms over his chest, clearly uncomfortable with being ogled at. “Are you going to give me pants or something?”

Wilbur tossed him the shorts and grinned when he held them out in front of him, raising an eyebrow at the look at them.

“Turn around.” George mumbled in a rough voice. Wilbur listened to his demand.

He turned back around when George spoke, immediately bursting into loud laughter.

“Why are these so fucking long?”

Wilbur continued to laugh as he spoke. “They reach below my knees on me.” “What color are these things?” “Bright ass, traffic cone orange.”

George huffed out a laugh at that. “So I should be glad I can’t see it, huh?”

‘

Wilbur hummed in agreement as he watched the other boy use the drawstrings to tie them around his slim hips and waist.

“Why do you even own these? They don’t really fit your whole ‘indie boy’ aesthetic.” “I don’t actually know. I don’t remember buying them.”

George giggled at that. “Well, you should get rid of them.”

“Why?”

“They’re hideous.”

“Hey don’t say that.”

“It’s true. Literally, no one would ever think these are cute.”

“I’m sure there's at least one person out there who disagrees. Maybe they like the neon orange. Perhaps it matches their hair or something.”

“Does this imaginary person have neon orange hair or some shit?”

“I was thinking maybe pink. You know, get some nice color differences.”

“If you say so, Wilby.” George said, turning away and flopping on Wilbur’s bed.

Wilbur went to sit down next to him but was interrupted by the door opening. Philza walked in and began to speak.

“Hey, Wilbur, come downstairs, dinner is ready- oh hey, George.” “Hey, Phil.” Two questions. One, how did you get into my house? And two, why are you wearing my shorts?”

“He climbed in through the window and I gave them to him.” Wilbur answered for him.

“Oh, well, George, you're welcome to come down and join us if you’d like.” “No thank you. I’m not really hungry right now.” “Alright then. Wil? Are you coming down?” “I’m also not very hungry.” “Okie dokie. Well, get some rest boys.”

He left the room and closed the door behind him. Wilbur turned to look at George and smiled at the way he had curled up on his side.

Wilbur quickly changed clothes and climbed into bed next to him. He looked at the other boy’s face, reaching up to rub at the dried tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Do you want to tell me what you were crying about earlier?”

George sighed, moving closer to Wilbur and tucking his head underneath his chin.

“So I’m sure you know that I’ve been dating Ian for a while now right?”

Wilbur hummed in agreement, feeling a small itch building up in his chest and throat. “Well, I found out like an hour ago that he was only with me to try and get with Dream. Hell, I didn’t even find out through Ian, I found out because Dream showed me messages of Ian trying to get nudes.”

“Oh, George. I’m so sorry.” Wilbur whispered as he began to run his fingers through his hair. “You deserve so much better than that asshole. You’re such a beautiful, incredible person. You deserve someone who would love you no matter what. Someone who would never betray your trust.”

George hummed and smiled into his neck. “You’re such a good friend to me, Wilbur. I’m so lucky to have you.” He mumbled sleepily before drifting off to sleep.

‘Friend.’ That word made the itch in his throat grow stronger. It continued to build until Wilbur began to cough, moving away to cover his mouth.

He continued like that for a while before sitting up in a panic at the feeling of something traveling up his throat. He climbed out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. He kneeled by the toilet and began dry heaving.

All of it finally came to a stop when he spit something into the water below him. He opened his eyes and immediately gasped at the sight.

Floating just inches from his face was a singular flower petal. The edges of them were coated with blood.

Wilbur leaned back and let his body fall onto the bathtub next to him. He stared at the edge of the toilet in shock.

‘Hanahaki. I have Hanahaki.’

He rubbed his eyes aggressively, hoping that it was just a hallucination or a dream. He looked again and sighed in disappointment when it was still there.

~.oOo.~

Wilbur accepted his fate pretty quickly. He knew he was going to die.

So you could imagine his shock when, after blacking out on his bathroom floor, when he woke up to the steady sound of a monitor beeping and people talking.

“No, you don’t get to see him! It’s your fault he’s here, to begin with!” Tommy’s voice was the first he heard.

“Tommy! Calm down.” Philza.

“No, I won’t! How did you even know where he was?” Tommy again.

“I told him.” Techno

“Why would you do that? All of this is his fucking fault!” Tommy once again.

“Tommy!” Ranboo.

“He deserves to know, Tommy.” Tubbo.

“He doesn’t deserve shit!”

“How exactly was I supposed to know? It’s not like he ever told me! If he did, we wouldn't be in this situation, to begin with.” George.

What was George doing here? When had he gotten here?

Wilbur didn’t realize that he had voiced his thoughts until he heard the others in the room gasp.

“Wilbur!” Six different voices called out. He heard them walk towards his bed quickly and opened his eyes.

He looked up at the people around him and took in their appearances. All of them looked disheveled, clearly having not slept in a few days.

He turned to look for George, noticing that he wasn’t standing near him. He was standing near the door with his arms crossed over his chest.

“George.” He called out softly. The other teen’s eyes widened and he began walking slowly towards the bed.

When he reached the bed he grabbed Wilbur’s hand before speaking in a shaky voice.

“Hey, Wilbur. How’re you doing?” “Better now that you’re here.”

George giggled at that. Reaching up to wipe at his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment before George’s bottom lip began to tremble. “I’m so sorry, Wilbur.”

George covered his face as he began to cry.

Everyone sat in silence for a while. No one wanted to break the tension.

George was the first one to speak. “I love you Wilby.”

Wilbur grinned, the tight feeling that had resided in his chest for months slowly leaving.

“I love you too, Gogy.”

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Sharing Clothes

This is just fluff

Wilbur stared up at the ceiling above the bed, sighing.

He had woken up about half an hour ago, but was still unable to convince himself to climb out of bed and start his day. The room around him was cold, the frigid air making the tip of his nose turn red. He decided that he would rather stay in bed late instead of dealing with the freezing atmosphere.

‘However,’ Wilbur thought to himself. ‘I probably wouldn’t want to leave the bed even if it wasn’t so cold.’

He turned over to face the boy lying next to him.

George was curled around a pillow. He was laying on his side, facing towards Wilbur.

Wilbur let out a soft lovesick sigh, reaching out to gently cup the side of George’s face. He cooed quietly when the other boy nuzzled his face into the palm of his hand.

Wilbur leaned back, taking in his boyfriend’s appearance. His hair was messy and disheveled, falling on the pillow below him. The side of his face was red from where it had been pressed into the pillow. His mouth was agape and it was clear that he had been drooling.

The sleeping boy was dressed in one of Wilbur’s sweatshirts. His body was drowning in soft yellow fabric, the shirt seeming massive in comparison to his thin frame. He wasn’t wearing pants, both boys having opted to sleep without them, so he was just wearing Wilbur’s shirt.

That realization made something inside his chest stir. The thought that anyone could walk into the room, look at what George was wearing, and piece together that he was with Wilbur made his heart flutter.

He smiled to himself, reaching out to grab the other boy by his shoulders and pull him closer to his body. He tucked his head under the sleeping boy’s chin and nuzzled into the apex of his shoulder.

Wilbur wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed gently.

He lay there in silence until the other man stirred.

He was made aware of the fact that his boyfriend had awoken by the way the arms that had been laying flat between them made their way around his neck. Wilbur grinned when the other boy buried his face into his hair and began pressing kisses across the top of his head.

He sat still as George slowly moved down, beginning to press kisses on his forehead.

Eventually he made his way down to his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of them.

“You missed.” Wilbur spoke teasingly.

George hummed. “Did I?” “Yea, you did”

George giggled. “Well what should I do about that?” “Fix it.”

He leaned in, connecting their lips.

Wilbur was the first to pull away, giggling when George tried to chase his lips.

“We should probably get up now.” “Noooo,” The other started with a whine.”It’s cold and I want to snuggle.” He dug his face into Wil’s shirt. “You’re warm.”

Wilbur sighed, accepting that he wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“Fine.” He groaned in faux annoyance. “I guess I’ll stay in bed with you.”

He grinned at the giggle he received in response.

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georgebur height difference

that sends my brain into spiral

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Bloody Flowers

TW: Talk of blood and sort of implied death

Wilbur doesn’t know how he got here.; Curled on the floor of the bathroom, sitting against his father’s legs as he ran his fingers through sweaty hair and surrounded by family.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

The first time they’ve all been in the same room without fighting in years, and it's because he’s on the verge of death.

His dad, or Philza as they all called him, was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His eyes were bloodshot.; His fingers trembling where they were running through Wilbur’s sweat-soaked fringe. His face was soaked with tears. He had been crying for what felt like hours and he was surprised that he hadn’t run out of them yet. He couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut every time Will would let out a harsh cough, not wanting to look down and see the blood-soaked camellia petals.

Techno was sitting in the bathtub, head down. He was silent, seemingly having no real reaction to the situation at hand. But anyone who was paying close enough attention would see the way his lip trembled as he held back tears.

He gave up when he felt a hand trying to grab his own.

He looked down to look at it, seeing the way it was shaking almost violently. The tips of its fingers were stained with blood. He lifted his head to look at Wilbur, letting out a shuddering breath. Wilbur was looking back at him with a small, sad smile. His face was pale, eyes half-lidded and blood staining the corners of his mouth. Techno finally let himself cry, grasping his brother’s hand as cries wracked his body.

Tommy looked dazed, staring into space. His tears had run out and emotions went numb a few hours ago. They had to. Otherwise, he would still be shaking with painful sobs at the sound of his brother’s wheezing breaths.

He was tired. And kind of angry.

He understood the concept of unrequited love and knew that people couldn’t help who they fall in love with.

But he still doesn’t understand how someone couldn't love Wilbur.

He was smart. And funny. And sweet. Not to mention how fucking talented he was.

Wilbur was, not that Tommy would ever admit this to anyone, generally an amazing guy.

So the idea of someone not returning his affections was weird.

Tommy was broken out of his thoughts by someone speaking.

“Tommy?”

He looked up, taking in the sight of his brother.

His face was a ghostly white, his eyes sunken in. There was blood dried in the corners of his mouth and staining his sweater.

“What do you need, big man?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Wilbur just smiled, shaking his head gently before laying his head on Philza’s knee.

“You know I love you, right?”

Tommy stared before speaking again, trying to blink back the tears that had filled his eyes.

“Yea, yea. I do.” He choked out.

He began sobbing when Wilbur gave him a tired smile, nodding and closing his eyes.

He buried his face in his hands, his whole body shaking as he cried.

He looked up at the feeling of someone wrapping their arm around him.

It was Ranboo.

The older boy’s face was streaked with scars, his tears having burned trails into his cheeks. The bags under his eyes were prominent.

Tommy tucked himself against the boy’s shoulder, continuing to sob.

He heard Ranboo wince, in pain from where Tommy’s tears had soaked through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, trying to move away.

He was stopped by a gentle hand. “Hey dude, it's fine. I promise.”

He returned to where he had been tucked away.

When his tears had finally came to a stop he took notice of the boy lying on Ranboo’s other side.

Tubbo.

Tubbo hadn’t cried much. He had stayed mostly silent for most of the time they had been in there. Until about an hour ago.

He had just burst into tears. Loud sobs that had shocked everyone in the room.

Eventually Ranboo had wrapped his arm around him, similarly to how he had Tommy.

Tubbo had eventually cried himself to sleep.; The exhaustion of the day, holding back his tears, and eventually the crying itself tiring him out.

The room was quiet, the only noises being everyone's soft sniffling and Wilbur’s labored breathing.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of Wilbur’s phone dinging.

He opened it up and saw the notifications.

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Gogy💙

hey! :]

are you ok

you havent been responding to my messages :[

you also havent been at school

sorry if the spam is annoying

i just wanted to make sure that youre ok

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Wilbur smiled at his phone, happy that George had messaged him. Even if it was just hurting him. He typed his phone, having to pause to cover his mouth as he coughed up a bloody camellia. This time instead of the small petals that it had been since everything started, it was a whole flower.

But he chose to ignore it, pushing back the brief panic to focus on the euphoria that filled him every time George messaged him.

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yea

im fine

ive just been sorta sick

but im fine

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It was a lie. All of it.

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell the truth. Because then he’d have to confess.

He would have to admit just how in love with the other boy he was. And he didn’t want to do that. He couldn’t risk having his last moments with George hating him. Even though there was a small chance George did love him back, he’d still rather die knowing that George still loved him.

Even if it was just platonic. Because that was enough for him to die happy.

Then his phone dung again.

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Gogy💙

oh ok

good to know

well lmk when you feel well enough to hang out

ive missed you lol

anyways i gtg

love you<3

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The last message threw him into a harsh coughing fit.

His chest, stomach, lungs, and mouth. All of them hurt.

Wilbur doesn’t know how long the coughing fit lasted. What he did know, however, was that when the coughing finally stopped he was surrounded by petals.

And among those petals, directly in the center, was a full flower. It was still attached to the stem and leaves.

Wilbur carefully picked it up and held it in front of his face. He took in the way the soft, pink petals were dripping with deep red blood.; How the red contrasted with the bright greens of the stem.

It was kind of beautiful. In a very dark and twisted way.

He was so focused on the flower that he barely heard the people around him calling his name. Not until his vision began to blur. But he refused to look away.

This was the thing that was killing him. The flowers growing in his lungs. Almost as beautiful as the boy whose fault it was.

'Maybe there's another reality where we end up together. ' He thought to himself, smiling at the idea of being with his one true love.; Of getting his happily ever after.

There were hands on his shoulders, on his wrists, clutching his own, pulling at his pants legs and ankles.

But none of that mattered as the world faded into darkness and silence.

[wiltedwillowtree]

Should I start just posting chapters of my Georgebur Awesamdad fic here? It's already on ao3 and wattpad but yk

[wiltedwillowtree]

Georgebur As Cats

I'm reposting this because I forgot the password for my other account @numburzr0 and after nearly 2 hours of trying to reset it and log back in, I simply can't be bothered. So enjoy this again

The alley Wilbur was running through was wet. It smelled like a combination of the rain that had poured the night before and the garbage cans that lined the sides of it.

His fur was soaked and sticking up in odd directions from his attempts to dry himself, but he didn’t care. He had more important things to worry about.

Once he reached the end of the alley he looked around to see if anyone was coming down the street before taking off across the street.

He looked up at the large house in front of him.

It was a two-story that was painted a pale blue color with white accents. The front yard was decorated with primroses, stocks, red chrysanthemums, and gypsophila.

He walked around to the side where the large privacy fence started. He walked until he found the hole he had dug underneath it nearly two months ago. He crawled underneath it, being careful not to get his underside too muddy.

He walked to the back porch and was getting ready to jump onto the windowsill above him when he heard a noise behind him.

He turned, ready to run or even fight if it was needed.

He relaxed when he saw that it was just Dream.

‘What are you doing?’ The golden retriever asked, despite already knowing.

Wilbur stared at him tentatively before speaking hesitantly. ‘I’m here to see George.’

‘So you’re gonna risk falling from the second story of a house?’ He asked, voice teasing.

‘If that’s what it takes to see him, then yes.’

Dream let out a laugh. ‘My god, you are so fucking sappy. And people say cats don’t feel love!’ He cooed mockingly.

Wilbur bristled. He was getting ready to retort when a soft voice reached his ears.

‘Dream? Who are you talking to?’

Both boys turned to look at the source of the voice and saw a smaller, cream-colored cat.

He was leaning against the doggy door. His fur was slightly messy, but not to the extent that Wilbur’s was.

The baby blue bow that was tied against his neck was askew.

That combined with his sleepy eyes and languid movements were enough to tell Wilbur that the other cat had probably just awoken from a nap.

‘I’m just talking to your boyfriend.’ Dream said, voice teasing.

‘What?’ George asked before moving to look around the back porch.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of Wilbur.

‘Wilbur!’ He exclaimed, running the rest of the way out of the house and jumping onto a small box that was underneath the railing Wilbur was standing on.

‘Gogy!’ He called back softly with a fond voice.

He jumped down to sit on the box next to George.

Almost immediately, the other cat was circling him excitedly. He was rubbing himself against Wilbur’s sides, purring furiously.

‘Hey, baby.’ Wilbur whispered as George tucked himself underneath his chin and began rubbing their cheeks together.

They stayed like for a while.; George rubbing against the larger cat and Wilbur accepting the affection, both of them purring loudly.

Suddenly George pulled away with a soft gasp.

‘Hold on! I have something for you.’ With that George took off, jumping off the box and running back into the house.

As Wilbur watched George run, he noticed that Dream had gone back inside as well.

He sat outside for about a minute before George returned.

When he did, he was holding something in his jaw.

George jumped back onto the box and carefully placed the object in front of the other cat. He used his nose to gently nudge it closer to Wilbur.

’What’s this, Georgie?’ ‘It’s one of the treats my owners give me. I figured you could use it more than me.’

Wilbur looked between George and the treat, feeling awestruck.

He began to eat the treat, opting to lay down as he filled his starving belly.

God, it felt like it had been so long since his last meal. He was so hungry and being able to finally eat something that wasn’t out of the garbage felt amazing.

As he ate, he felt George lay down next to him. The other cat began grooming him, licking at the sides of his neck and top of his head.

They remained like that until Wilbur finished his treat, at which point he curled up around George.

As he slipped off to sleep he could feel George still grooming him, except he had moved to his under neck and chest.

Wilbur had never, in his entire life, thought he’d be this happy and content.