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is that me on ur lockscree-

a/n: this turned out shitty i feel like, send requests i have a writers block rn

bucky barnes x reader

summary: you need bucky’s phone to see if your photos sent because he didn’t respond and you find a picture of you on his lock screen

warnings: flufffffffffffff, cuteness :)

it’s been around 4 hours or longer, you didn’t know anymore anyways.

you just sent bucky some pictures of things he might want later while you were shopping and asked him if he needed anything. he hasn’t responded.

you are now home in the comfort of your bed but not a sight of your man. you haven’t checked to see if he was in the office of the compound not wanting to disturb him if he might’ve been in a meeting.

you let out a long sigh and got out of the messy warmth and went to the kitchen wanting to make a snack so you got the milk out of the fridge and went to the large pantry looking for your cinnamon corn flakes as you were heading back once you’ve grabbed them you found bucky‘ phone on the counter.

confuzzled, you picked it up and found a picture of you, in bed, sleeping, hugging your stuffed animal, with your furrowed eyebrows.

and you giggled and snickered to yourself silently, it was cute how he put you as his lock screen, and you couldn’t help but smile even wider when you found another picture of you as his home screen, you definitely were going to tease him about it later.

as you unlocked it, easy access, you thought grinning to yourself and being lucky bucky never had a password and you went straight towards text messages.

and you found your pictures and text message in the new notifications. huh, how come he hasn’t opened it?

and you heard a voice behind you. “doll?” and you turned around quickly, startled.

”hi butterfly” you said smiling widely, remembering how you got to the nickname, bucky’s phone still in your hand. looking at bucky’ s tall tired frame smiling widely, back at you.

”when’d you come back, doll?”

“two, three hours ago, where were you?”

”oh, i didn’t know, sorry peach, i was in a meeting and when you still didn’t arrive i hit the gym with steve”

”it’s alright, just wonderin”

”missed me doll?” bucky said cheekily with a smirk on his fac as he slowly walk toward me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

”nope, ya miss me?” you stated back with your arms rested gently on his chest, looking up at him with a grin.

”that hurts, bullet in the heart, doll” bucky said as he acted out as if a bullet did hit him on the chest.

you laughed softly and said “i’m kidding i’m kidding i did”

”thought so!”

”that’s not fair” you said with a fake pouty face looking up at him with dog eyes

”alright, alright i missed you too”

”I knew it!“ you yelled squealing and rubbing it in his face with a small happy dance and bucky just watched in awe.

”you know what else i discovered today, buttercup?”

”hmmmmmm, i don’t know doll what” he feigned questioning

”i found something on your phone“ you said handing it to him as it was in your hand the entire time

”and exactly what was that?” bucky said knowing he had nothin to hide

”your wallpaper! its me!” you said teasingly an got tickled by large hands as you turned around to run from him knowing he was gonna chase you

”b-buckyyyyyyy” you tried to say, barely a known word had come out as you tried to stop his hands while squirming and laughing

”alright” he said, raising hIs hands in innocence, but your teasing wasn’t gonna stop even after.

”you have your wallpaper as meeeee” you screamed, running away from bucky and into your shared room, with him chasing after.

that followed with more tickles and more play fighting and eventually after exhaustion you both layed in bed with cuddles afterwards, both disregarding the unfinished cereal and sweaty gym bag.

“i don’t know why youre surprised with you being my wallpaper doll but i have no regrets or shame i’m doing so”

”ok, but it’s still cute of you”

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Ink Bendy and CUTE BYB BENDY OMFGJ

Ik the angle looks weird but I suck ass at it sooo

Another yandere Komaeda bs

If you want to be hope, then be my valentine Nagito.

Ik you guys are gonna smell his armpit

Um idk gucci lucci ig

Hi I’m sorry I haven’t posted much 😭 I had to focus sm on school and stuff so I’m probably gonna post more around breaks

I’ve been binge reading sm Yandere Danganronpa headcanons and fanfics (especially Nagito’s) So I wanted to draw this lol 😩

Enjoy the self insert

I was planning on using this for a book cover for a fanfic I’m gonna write but enjoy the self insert lol.

so this is love

I was walking down the street, returning home from work. It was calm- the leaves fallen on the ground in different shades of brown, orange and yellow, the ambrosial of sweet potatoes, cinnamon, pumpkins, cooked butternut squash and much more, telling that fall had arrived. A hand had made its way around my shoulder; I'd recognized the scent of cloves and vanilla from the perfume. I knew who it was and a smile had already formed on my lips.

"Good evening" said the voice as we continued walking. "evening; how was your day?" I asked while wrapping my hands around his. "Good to be frank never had a day off for myself, walked the dog and slept in the whole day" Fabio answered, we continued talking loving the presence of one another. The hair on my neck and arms rose up due to chilly breeze and the next thing I knew was being pulled in and hugged by Fabio, while my body was covered by his long coat.

"better?" "much better". We stood on the quite street as the classics of 1950's love songs started playing from one of the houses. "may I ?" Fabio asked while locking his eyes with mine that showed pure love, affection, they held trust and felt the same when we first met or when he was there by my side at my worst times saying that 'it was all going to be okay'.

I nodded smiling as he guided me in the middle of the street, it was late and there weren't vehicles on the road. I felt his hands on my waist while I wrapped mine around his neck. We moved our bodies serenely to the sound of music, staring into each others eyes with deep affection. Our lips were inches apart, Fabio closed the gap between us. His lips were perfectly synced with mine as if it were a red string of fate bringing two people deeply in love with one another back together. It felt warm, fuzzy, slow and ardent. They felt home and comfort. It was one of his ways to tell me that he was never going to let me go.

The calm music expressing true love, leaves falling on the ground, harvest of cranberries and two people madly in love in the middle of the street dancing and kissing. It felt like the time was moving slow. It was perfect.

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors. Credits to google as well for help <3

take care

“You okay?” I heard the concerned voice across the bedroom as I lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. “I guess” I say shifting my eyes from the ceiling towards the concerned eyes of the figure sitting on the gaming chair. 

He had stopped playing the game. He motions his hands forward and pats his lap. I follow what he says and sit on his lap facing him and hugging by the crook of his neck. I nuzzle my face on his neck as he hugs and pats my back. “Rough day? he asked continuing his game, “mhmm” I answer closing my eyes, letting his scent fill my nostrils. 

“Would you like to talk about it?” he asked one hand rubbing my back and the other on the keyboard pressing buttons. I tell Noah everything that had happened during these past days. I felt better after telling him. “Damn, didn’t know I was in love with wonder woman. It must be hard for you, did you even think about yourself ?”

I replied him while nodding my head as a no. My eyelids were becoming heavy. “ well it’s now your time to get plenty amount of rest; since you’ll be here for some days I’ll take care of you and make sure you eat properly” he says while picking me up from the chair and walking towards the bed. “I’m not sick for you to take care of me” I replied as my voice became sleepy. “well you can’t argue with me love”. I felt the soft mattress touch my back and my body shifted into a comfortable position on the bed as he put the covers on top off me, joining me in bed. I shifted my body towards him. We both cuddled and fell asleep while listening to each others heart beat and breathings. 

a/n- please ignore the grammatical errors <3

breathe

TW- contains sensitive topic like panic attack, if you feel uncomfortable while reading feel free to not read and check out my other posts <3

It must suck doesn’t it, when everything in your life is against you and your on the verge of giving up in life.

Tears streamed down my tear stained cheeks, eyes and nose puffy. I was seated on the bathroom tiles with my knees close to my chest. It got difficult to breathe every passing second. My hands trembled as I went to grab the phone lying next to me. The screen lit up and my fingers moved fast along the screen searching for his contact name. 

“Hello” I heard his voice from the other side of the call after few rings. “L-Liam I-I-I can’t breathe properly” my voice shaky as I started stuttering followed by heavy breaths and hiccups. “I’m coming home right now love. Be on the call with me ok. Now just as we practiced last time- inhale.” My hands were shaking, legs fidgeting but I listened to Liam and held my breath. He heard me inhale as he was walking to his car, I suppose. “Good; now exhale.” I heard his engine start as I breathed out. His soothing voice filled my ears as it calmed me down slowly. 

“Now love can you repeat doing that for me? Focus on the little gaps between your heavy breaths it’ll help in reducing your hiccups and difficulty in breathing and don’t forget to close your eyes while doing that, ok.” “Ok” I replied to him focused on my breathing as he told me to do while closing my eyes. The sound of engine stopped and I heard the car door being shut. Liam was still on the call hearing my breathing, making sure I did the breathing exercise correctly and praised me for every breath I inhaled. 

I heard the front door open and soon did the bathroom door. Opening my eyes and looking up I met with his brown orbs. In no time I was picked up with his hands carrying me and supporting my legs and back as I cling on to him like a panda clinging on a zookeeper’s leg. My arms wrapped around his neck with puffy eyes and crying silently on his chest.

“You did so good sweetheart on controlling your panic attack while I wasn’t there with you” he said walking towards the bed. His scent filled my nostrils. He smelled like pumpkin and late autumn. He put me on the bed. “Did you drink water?” Liam asked and I turned my head indicating a ‘no’, with puffy eyes and red nose. He got me a glass of water. His eyes filled with love stared at my figure gulping water. Patting my back and keeping the glass on the nightstand he brought up the blankets on top of us and cuddling and telling me that I was safe now.

movie

The chilly November evening was telling us that winter was soon, as we snuggled up in the blankets that were laid on the couch. The warmth of our bodies preventing us from feeling cold. Our eyes fixed on the movie that was playing on the screen, legs intertwined. My eyes becoming drowsy and heavy each passing second of the movie. Was I tired? All I did was babysit some kids for five hours. “You sleepy?” they asked while rubbing my thigh gently and glancing at me. “Huh; no I’m just a bit tired” “Just a bit?” he asked while his other hand went on back drawing shapes and patterns. “Yeah” I leaned into his touch. He hummed at my response and switched off the tv. By now my eyes were struggling to stay open. “Damn you are way too tired, did the kids drain out all your energy?” he asks staring at my sleeping figure all coiled and cuddled up against his body with admiration. “Well I planned this Friday movie night today you know but it seems that you’ve already been done for the day.” Ian mumbles while walking towards the bedroom with me on his back clinging onto him like a koala. “mhmm” is all I can reply back. He placed me on the bed gently and made sure I didn’t sleep in a weird way that may lead to body pain. He gets into the bed after switching off the lights and pulls the blanket on top of us. I feel the other side of the bed sink, I move from my place and wrap my arms around him with our legs intertwined. Snuggling my way in the crook of his neck his scent filled up my nose calming me down. Ian started massaging my head and my eyes could not stay awake, neither can he sleep due to my slow breathings on his neck. Our eyelids become heavy each passing second and we finally drift off into our dream land.

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also that photo of joel made me think of this-

feelings are a lot of work

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel knows a way to help a girl through her heartbreak warnings: unconcensual groping; dirty talk; an age gap as thick as Joel's cock (20+ years decide for yourself); fingering; implied PinV and creampie wc: 800 a/n: my own submission for the 24 hour moodboard writing challenge! hope you enjoy, please leave a comment and reblog if you do

He smelled of beer when he invaded your personal space, planting a meaty paw on your skirt covered ass and boldly grabbing a handful. "Damn, sugar, you should wear something more modest in a place like this. Some drunk dipshit might think you’re offering more than you can handle."

By a 'place like this' he meant a bar on the outskirts of Texas in the middle of a heatwave. Looking around, you saw that your skirt and a white cotton t-shirt with a budweiser logo was amongst the most conservative outfits that women who were present wore.

"Some drunk dipshit already did," you gritted through your teeth, sinking your nails into his hand and trying to pry it off. You didn’t even need to turn your head to know exactly who it was. A tall, broad-as-the-horizon man who had been watching you all evening. His mostly gray beard and the deep lines etched into his face by time suggested he had already celebrated his fiftieth birthday, maybe even a while ago. That made him more than twice your age. That also made him hot by your standards.

When you had walked into the bar a couple of hours earlier, you barely noticed the quiet observer. But as your fight with your now ex-boyfriend escalated, your gaze had shifted from Malcolm’s infuriated face to the corner of the tiny establishment, where the older man sat, cluttering his table with a growing collection of Coors cans. He lingered after Malcolm stormed out, watching you drown your heartbreak in obligatory tequila. And when he decided you’d had enough, he abandoned his post in favor of approaching you.

You had been on the brink of punching the smug smile off his face when you turned around, refusing to let him squeeze the plush curve of your ass any longer. "Name’s Joel," he said, his voice deep and unapologetic. "And whoever that fucker was that left you? I promise he’s worth less than a donkey’s ass."You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his words, or Joel’s staggering confidence that you wouldn’t scream for help or kick him in the balls, but when you met his whiskey-brown eyes up close, a shiver ran down your spine, stopping right where your cunt pulsed along with your rising heartbeat. His gaze dropped to where your thin white shirt betrayed you, letting him see your hardened nipples that begged for his attention. Taking it as an invitation, Joel caged you against the bar, his arms bracketing your body and making you feel small. The salty tang of his sweat mixed with pine-scented deodorant invaded your lungs as unceremoniously as the rest of him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you demanded, narrowing your eyes, trying and failing to stay unbothered by the sharp cut of his jaw and the curve of his lips.Joel leaned in slowly. His teal polo strained over a big stomach that pressed into you, trapping you in place. Then you felt it—a significant bulge poking insistently against your lower belly. His stubbled cheek scratched yours as he murmured in your ear. "I’m someone who’ll help you forget why you’ve been salting your tequila with tears for the last hour. I can’t promise you feelings—that’s too much work for an old guy like me—but I can promise you a hell of a good time. At least for as long as my cock’s buried in your belly."

The words were outrageous, filthy, and the most forward thing anyone had ever said to you. They were also the words that had you whining in his arms, pathetically begging for release.

He didn’t even take you home. The second you climbed into his battered red pickup that looked older than its owner, his rough hands were on you again. And Joel didn’t lie. When his fingers pushed your panties to the side and slid into your drooling entrance, any thoughts you had of Malcolm, heartbreak, or anything beyond the dizzying burn of Joel’s touch vanished. Unbothered by the people outside, you moaned like a well-paid slut, writing on his thick digits that were scissoring your cunt. Watching two of his fingers slide inside you with ease, he hummed in approval and added a third.

"Have you ever even had a cock up this tight little cunt, darlin’?" He muttered, his wet tongue gathering the sweat off your neck before he sank his teeth into the tender skin. "Snatch so tight, I’m startin’ to think I’m about to deflower ya."

You moaned in response, and Joel chuckled darkly. "Thought I’d fuck the heartbreak outta you, not your whole damn vocabulary."

His fingers curled inside you, petting your sensitive walls relentlessly and coaxing a pathetic whimper from your lips as he pressed his palm into your swollen clit. Every movement of his hand gave you the stimulation that merged pain with pleasure, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You threw your head back, hitting the seat with a dull thud as you came. Wetness gushed over his hand, he didn’t stop until you were crying from overstimulation, your trembling hands pushing weakly at his wrist.

"Now," he drawled, low and hypnotic, settling back in the driver’s seat and unbuckling his leather belt, "climb over here, darlin’. I’m far from being done with you."

By the time Joel finished fucking his third load into your used pussy, you couldn’t remember the reason you were heartbroken in the first place. Later, curled against his chest in your bed, you decided to save a few tears for the morning—just so he’d have another reason to make you forget.

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I'm In Love With An E-Boy ❤

[He/him pronouns]

[2200+ words]

Description: You started off on Tiktok, getting famous for your e-boy aesthetic. How were you supposed to know that humming would lead to meeting an infamous streamer and musician. (Wilbur Soot x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You started dressing like an e-boy for a friend's TikTok. They were dressing your entire friend group in different styles and she had chosen the one outfit you had dreaded.

Admittedly, it looked good on you. And apparently, 556k people agreed. So you wore the outfit a few more times, and then a few times turned into buying more outfits and showing them off on TikTok.

Now, months later, your name was synonymous with e-boy. You hummed a random tune under your breath, a song your flatmate Candi, the person who made your brand, has been blasting for the last week. You fix your collar and look over at your Twitch chat.

Streaming was a new development, but your fans took to the content eagerly. Chat was asking about what you were humming as you tapped your painted nails against your desk. "Dunno the name but it's by some guy named Wilbur Soot."

You laugh as chat goes a mile a second. You vaguely knew Wilbur, especially since Candi was obsessed with their friend group, but it was fun to mess with chat. Brushing some hair back (rip if ur bald) you go through donors and ignore chat's anguish.

"Thank you so much- pff, ppisskink69 for the 5 bomb." You bite back a worse laugh at the name. You've read worse, especially with your background in Tumblr and Wattpad, but usually, you've never had to say them aloud. "I love the name."

You laugh again as chat has a collective breakdown. "Thank you– wow you really took my comment to heart, huh? Thanks, DreamPissKink, for the tier three sub. Super intense Minecraft player, right there chat!"

As you're about to go back to telling chat your story, a dono appears in our wall that catches your eye. "Wilbur Soot with 10$ saying 'I'm in love with an e-boy'. Wow, another Super intense Minecraft Player chat. Can't believe it. Two in 5 minutes."

Even as you joke, you are a bit bashful at the dono. Compliments are a dime a dozen but a love proclamation, even satirical, are rare. At least now you can use that one meme.

'If I had a nickel for every time someone declared their love for me via Wilbur Soot lyrics I'd have 2 nickles. Which isn't a lot but it's strange that it's happened twice.'

"So, Mr Soot is in chat then, eh? Should I give him VIP?" You ask, already aware of what the outcome would be.  A mostly unanimous conclusion of 'yes' with a surprisingly scarce amount of no's. "Alright then, Lover Boy, you're VIP'ed."

He starts with a simple "hi :)" which makes you smile a bit. "Hello to you too. Would chat drop a 'hi smile' for our special guest?"

They listen quickly, your obedient simps.

Wilbur Soot: You are e-boy. Law requires I simp

His name, a dazzling gold etched into your chat alongside a VIP badge and a 2-month sub badge, which surprises you a bit, is next to the stupidest, tad bit sweet reason for his dono message. You force a more relaxed smile, fiddling with your nails as you think of a response.

"Dunno, Lover Boy, you've been subbed an awfully long time." You chuckle a bit, leaning a bit closer to your mic. "You're in her bed but I'm in her Twitch chat? Sounds an awful lot like you're S-I-M-Ping. Is this your way of flirting?"

"I mean, it's a bit odd." You say, leaning back. You pop your knuckle as you talk. "But also sweet. You've impressed me, Lover Boy."

Chat is loving the banter and especially the nickname. It's definitely a new way to stream, one you're not at all used to, but it's so easy to roll off of Wilbur. Usually, you're just talking to chat, switching topics as messages come but now it's just you and Wilbur. You can almost forget chat is even there as you sort through for Wilbur's responses.

"Oh! I have to go soon chat, Wilbur." You tap your nails against your desk softly. Humming his songs loudly, you end stream with promises to continue conversations the next day. "See you soon Lover Boy~!"

You cackle as chat breaks down once again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur Soot (@) WilburSoot

E-boys are ruining my life

         TommyInnit (@)TommyInnit

          Simp

                   Tubbo (@) Tubbo

                    Simp

                            Philza (@) Ph1lzA 

                            Simp

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        Tall ppl step on me  (@) Y/U/N

        If you wanted my number all you had to do was ask <3

{《☆》}

You take a long sip from your coke, swiping texts from your brother who was trying to convince you to join one of his TikToks so he could impress a pair of twins who were apparently fans of yours. You ended stream twenty minutes ago but the time seemed to dredge on slowly without Wilbur.

You hum along to another one of Wilbur's songs under your breath. You haven't listened to all of them, though you did have a particular fondness for his YCGMA Album. Candi peeked their head through the door as you were humming. "YN!"

He bounced over, all bubbly energy and caffeine addiction coursing through their veins. "I heard Wilbur Soot was in your chat! How'd you manage that?"

"Dunno mate," You shrug softly, all too used to her unintentionally aggressive wording. "I was just talking about that one time a hammock gave me a panic attack and humming a  bit and he just appeared."

Candi hums sympathetically, brushing some of their fluffy white hair out of their face. "At least now you can simp openly. Ha, simp."

"I called him pretty once." You frown.

"Three times," he corrects. "And on an even better note, Wilbur likes you too! Of course, you were his gay awakening." Candi frowned thoughtfully. "bi awakening?"

"Rude to speculate sexualities," You remind them, standing up with your now empty coke can. "And either way, pretty sure it was a bit."

Candi sighs, thoroughly smitten. "He's dead fit though."

You make a vague noise of agreement, tossing your can in the trash. Your phone buzzes again so you tossed it on your bed, "So, where are we going again?"

Candi started grinning, her hair suddenly reminding you of a mad scientist as she rubbed their hands together. You were a bit disappointed she hadn't started laughing maniacally as thunder rumbled in the background. "It's a surprise, on a need-to-know basis if you will."

"Oh whatever," You playfully scoff. "Let me change and we can go."

Candi nods, humming a soft tune. "I'll feed Kermit before we go." And out they go with a bounce in their step.

{《☆》}

Unsurprisingly, Candi takes you to a sweets cafe. She was notorious in your friend group for always knowing the best cafes. Although that was where his luck ended, she probably had the worst tastes in restaurants, even beating Sam.

"Aren't the seats the comfiest?" They sighed, leaning back in her chair.

"This place is pretty nice." You nod along, pulling your beanie back down a bit. "A tad bit expensive though, innit?"

"I suppose but were good off, enough to splurge a bit." He gives a pointed look at your admittedly expensive Samsung. Those extra hundreds of dollars were worth it though, you had so much storage.

"You're right," You sighed good-naturedly. Then a frankly genius idea hit you. "We could find a way to eat here and cover the cost."

"What-?" The notion hit Candi at the same time. He grinned sharply. "Tiktok?"

You nodded resolutely. "Tiktok."

"And," You added. "We could show off our outfits."

Candi was positively gleeful. "Clout and candy!"

You pulled out your phone and in a quick 15second video showed off the cute cafe and your nice outfits. As views started wracking up, your (F/S) and Candi's milkshake were placed in front of you.

"Thank you," You smiled at the waiter. They smiled back, a cloud of scattered pink dust over their tan face. Maybe another day you would've flirted with them, but damned Wilbur Soot was on your mind.

Think of the devil and he shall tweet

Wilbur Soot (@)Wilbursoot

Replying to (@) Y/U/N

   If you're offering I wouldn't be opposed

Oh, that man will be the death of you. Before you could respond, you get another two notifications from him. A TikTok comment and... a request to message you on Twitter.

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You bite your lip, trying to not show how flustered you were. Unluckily, Candi knew you too well.

"Ooh~ you texting a boy?" Candi giggles. "Although when do you ever go out without me to meet them?"

"As if you're any better."

She nods, "True, too true."

"But— are you texting a boy?" Candi drags out the 'but' on for longer than needed. She made grabby hands for your phone. "C'mon, show your sweetness."

"No, Candi—! I will literally kill you—!" You shriek as they drag their fingers down your side. Uncontrollably, your phone clatters to the floor as you gasp for breath. He swipes it quickly, her eyes widening at the comment.

"See! I was right!" She claps her hands together, your phone on the table, forgotten. You quickly swipe it back. He giggles loudly. It feels like every turns to you. "He's totally into you!"

"Candi." You hiss, a deep sense of shame and embarrassment growing as did your horror. It felt like everyone was watching you. You could hear dissimilar laughter in your ears. As if you were a child again, crying in the playground as bullies made fun of the stupid gay transfer. Against your will, tears prickled the edges of your eyes.

You stand with a difficult deep breath. "I'm going back to the flat."

"Wait, Y/N—," Candi stood too, a growing regret in their eyes. "I didn't... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." You say before walking out of the cafe. Your phone dings again and all it brings is bile.

{《☆》}

Your moping in bed isn't helping. The sickness clogging your throat isn't going away after watching 2 seasons of The Office.

You get a youtube message of some random video you don't care to watch. As you go to swipe it, you open all your notifications and suddenly you're faced with Wilbur's notifications. It makes your stomach turn with an unknowable emotion.

Hey Y/N

BLOCK OR REPORT

DELETE

ACCEPT

After a second of hesitation, you click accept. You don't know what to say though so you just send a "hey" back.

You:

Hey

Thanks for all the compliments btw

they made my day

im glad!

i did mean all of them

you're like insanely pretty :)

You're making me blush

A cute boy who happens to make music? 

middle school me would be sobbing ngl

you think im cute?

Well uh

Maybe

Oh.

:)

i think ur cute 2

I could tell but hearing you say it is sweet

would you maybe want to talk a bit?

Maybe a date?

Oh :>

Yes, I would love to!

okay then

i should probably go to bed but uh

sweet dreams ♡

You too, Lover Boy

♡

You grin at your phone, Wilbur compliments you once and suddenly your heart is aflutter. pressing your hands to your face, you try to shake off the heat. You can't tell if your face is red/your face can't turn red but the warmth is a bearable torture.

You glance at your door, suddenly aware of your roommate again. You haven't spoken, scared she'd suddenly decided she hated you. But things have been going well for you so...

Your door creaked open unsettlingly loud. Slowly, you crept outside. Your living room was empty, but blankets were spread over the couch so you knew he was close.

You wandered to the kitchen, looking for Candi before you wandered to the fridge. Your (F/S) was sitting there, hardly touched. Candi must've brought it back...

'Y/N?" Candi called out hesitantly. Your best friend looked exhausted, small bags under her eyes as she stood at the doorway in oversized Star Wars merch you bought her for her birthday. "You're here."

You hadn't even heard him walk in, or even a door open. They threw themselves at you, clutching your sweater tightly as they shake horribly. "Are you okay? I—I've been so worried and I'm so, so sorry!"

"Candi..." You sniff loudly as Candi holds you tighter. Her presence comforts you just by being with you. It makes you feel dumb for avoiding him. "It's okay. You didn't mean to."

"I still made you cry. I hurt you, Y/N." Candi pulls back, still close to you but enough so that she can wipe her tears. You know how much Candi hates hurting people, unspoken trauma led her to a gentle disposition even if her wording lacked much to be desired. "I'm so, so sorry for hurting you, sweetpea."

The nickname was sugary sweet, it usually made you fake groan especially since you had a naturally emo style as a teen when you met her and hated it just as much. But now it just warmed your heart.

Candi was like family to you and as she pulled you into another hug, you were glad she was who she was. Candi was a part of you, a piece of your heart. Without her, you'd probably have gone back to your hometown after university and been stuck there forever.

"Wanna watch The Office?" You ask in lieu of more soft, mushy, emotions.

"Of course I would, sweetpea."

{《☆》}

Tall ppl step on me (@) Y/U/N

TFW a tall person actually offers to step on you... (@) WilburSoot <333

{《☆》}

[I wrote this all out by hand... I hate myself and also I'm prepared to fight God.]

[I recently rewrote the entire outline for Distance and I realized that the only thing that can stop me is God or my own willpower and I ran out of coffee a week ago. Time to get rid of God once and for all.]

[My Dream Merch is really comfy and i got a lotta compliments. The 25 mil merch is pretty pog tho so :p]

[EDIT: I FORGOT THE TAGS ATSIGSHGAKF]

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Masterlist

Remade 2 of them. And then I made Fundy's! Time to do more work on the actual writing more sadge

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

Bloody Lovers ❤

(1100+ words)

(They/Them Pronouns)

Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)

(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.

Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.

A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.

So unlike a hero.

It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.

Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.

You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.

{《☆》}

They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.

You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.

If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.

"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.

You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.

Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.

Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.

Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.

Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.

You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.

And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.

"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."

"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"

"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.

{《☆》}

Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.

To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.

"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.

You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.

You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.

You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.

Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.

Release him. See if he comes back.

It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.

Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.

{《☆》}

[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Distance - Wilbur Soot x M!Reader

Hi, I'm writing an xreader story and decided to make little mood boards for it. Might remake Wilbur's (possibly y/n's too) though since I don't 100% like his.

I'm also planning on making a few more but what do you think? First time making mood boards so I hope they don't suck.

“Ugh that damn ringing is pissing me off!”

Y/n Moodboard

10$ commission 😌

Emma and Eden from

Safe within their eyes!!,

a slow burn based in the 1990s filling our main character eden and her journey after her best friend (Emma) goes missing but weeks later returns different..🤯

Honestly I’m loving it so far and the fact that new chapter come out every week while also having some sort of romantic tension between the characters. Stay tuned for the next chapter Ive heard a unexpected plot twist it’s on the horizon😳

@nothi9-1ikm3 is her account❤️

What does a girl have to do to find a good slow burn 😭😭

Like I just wanna read about how a character over time falls in love with y/n, I keep finding a good one then the author either stop posting/ the ending is terrible or it isn’t even a slow burn. When I say slow I mean SLOW I don’t wanna see them kiss until 30 chapters in - like what happened to actually going through the effort of taking the time to fit y/n actually in the story. like don’t get me wrong I love au! But I really just wanna plan fanfic where I see myself in these crazy situations!

Guys please I’ll take any recommendation im multi fandom!😭💔

Lando: when you said 'magic in bed' this was not what I was expecting...

Y/N: *pulling a card from the deck* was THIS your card?

Lando: holy-

pinning Bsf Lando

Lando: you're a slut, you're a whore, you're a dick, and you're a bitch

Y/N: and with your help I could be president too

Lando: why don't you shut your fucking mouth and look at the wikipedia page for sucking cock?????????

Y/N: alright, one sec

Y/N: hey, it says I gotta have my mouth open for this one boss

Y/N: you can never lose an argument if you say "shut up nerd" at the end

Lando: yes you can

Y/N: shut up nerd

Lando: Y/N, you know how much I love you...

Y/N: whaddya want?

Lando: a partner with some GODDAMN EMOTIONAL AVAILABILITY!

Oscar: Lando isn't answering his phone

Y/N: i'll call

Oscar: me and Carlos have tried like 6 times, what makes you thi-

Lando: hello?