Hello!! I Was Curious To Know If You Were Planning On Creating A Part Two To Wildest Wills?? Its An Awesome

Hello!! I was curious to know if you were planning on creating a part two to wildest wills?? It’s an awesome fic and I’d love to see more with it!

I am planning on creating a part two! It's currently what I'm working on but I do have a bit of a request list piling up so I'm going to list the order for anyone curious.

1. Pt2 to Wildest Wills

2. Karl x MReader

3. Pt2 to Bloody Lovers

4. Pt3 (final part) to King Eret x Soldier Reader

5. Pt2 to Sweet Summer Suns

6. George x M!Reader

7. Pt2 to Little Rebel Prince

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I am racoon boy :D @actuallycoolk @creatorofstars and anyone who wants to join!!!

wanted to make a picrew chain !! cause m bored - so here's the link to it -> here

please join me !!

this is mine ! its gender inclusive , skin colour inclusive and has some dream smp stuff for backgrounds too and it's just super cool !

tagging some friends so it goes around ! you van join in if i didnt tag you !!

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❤ Demon Dads

Requests by @unicornblood4ever and @creatorofstars on tumblr and (@) frostywolf1212 and (@)I_AmPoggers on Wattpad: ... "I love this idea way too much, A Part two would be very much loved." (Chose shortest request) Part 1

[2400+ words]

[He/him pronouns]

Description: In the lovely demon kingdom of Ouphara, you and your twin flame cause some minor chaos with the humans he had brought with him. (Badboyhalo x Reader)

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{《☆》}

Anna walks up to you as you try gently cajoling Sapnap into eating more, something more culturally important to you. He had said that he enjoyed spices and your people knew nothing better than spices.

"(Y/N)" She says, walking up in front of you. Her dress trails slightly behind her, her wings tucked towards his back with a practised ignorance to it. "Who is this human?"

"I'm Sapnap," Your nestling says, brows furrowed with a slightly disturbed expression. It seems he didn't like her asking you instead of him. "This is my pater,"

"Hm?" Anna asks, lips pressed together thinly. It seems she wasn't expecting that answer. But it also seemed she didn't understand what he meant by 'pater'. "(Y/N) is your...?"

"He is Bad's child, they share their flames," You say excitedly, proudly putting your hand on his shoulder. Sapnap leans toward you, exhaling the anger from their chest slowly. "Which means he is my nestling as well."

"Oh!" Anna says, a surprised but gentle smile on her lips. Your sister hasn't met her twin flame yet, a fact that the council never failed to pick at. It's what made them so biased towards you, even if your sister was the rightful heir to the throne. But she wanted to meet her twin flame badly. As young growing flames, she had constantly promised she'd be like your parents and grow up to have a beautiful, strong flame. "It's lovely to meet you, young flame."

"Sapnap, this is my sister," You smile at him, glancing over at Bad who's slowly stepping closer. Sapnap blinks in surprise before he smiles too. "Hi! Nice to meet you!"

"Anna," Bad nods to her as he step up into your side, sliding his fingers into yours. Sapnap steps closer to you again, relaxing into the warmth you provide almost without realizing. "It's been a while,"

"It has," Anna says with a slightly more rotten grin. They always had gotten along like a house on fire. You were left to play the cat abandoned in the house. "I'm expecting a good fight soon. One-on-one."

"You're on," He grins right back, just as sharp at the edges. You sigh, all to used to how heated they got in their arguments. Never violent though, not without something to prompt it. Sapnap is now fully leaning his head on your arm. Honestly, humans are so very tiny. it was kinda adorable. "I'm looking froward to beating you."

"You can try," She says, brushing some hair back. As she finishes her words, someone comes up to wisk her off for a private talk. it was nice talking to her for however short, usually her responsibilities to the party kept her busy the entire night and you were left to talk up whoever was left.

"What now?" Sapnap asks, fiddling with a part of your wing. You tuck him into it a bit more, looking around for the humans you had met. They were scattered around the room, the youngest ones picking at the food presented on the tables. Dream and George were talking to one of the lesser Nephilim, Wilbur and the two people he dragged with him chatting up many different people.

"Well, we will be meeting Anna after this dinner ends, but until then we can have something other than a snack," You try convincing Sapnap to eat, remembering Bad telling you he hadn't eaten. He wrinkles his nose a bit but shrugs, pulling himself away slowly.

You offer to carry him to help him find food easier but he instantly argues that you were too tall and should shrink. Albeit reluctantly, you do. Bad joins you and the two of you are relatively human-sized now, though you still manage to be taller than both of them. You keep your wings stretched over Sapnap, resting your head on Bad's shoulder as you simply watch your nestling.

"He's truly ours, isn't he," You murmur softly, smiling as Sapnap tries shoving a fork full of food in his mouth before gagging. "I'm kind of amazed."

"He looks stupid," Bad laughs softly, softening as he looks at the coughing mess of a human. "But he is our kid. Ours."

"Salyrn would be freezing if she were here right now," You chew the inside of your mouth as you remember your growing flame days. Salyrn had been a very religious demon, one of the people still following the old gods, and she had the impression your relationship was cursed. Unluckily she had met a few flames like her and your school days were history. "I think I'd kill her if she tried anything to our flame."

"So would I, for any of them," Bad casts a look at every human that he had come with. Part of you understand, a small part of you is already attached to the odd group of humans. The other part is even worse, torn between being possessive over them and being angry, knowing they were what kept Bad from you for so long. But it melts away, you have eternity together.

You turn to Bad, knocking your heads together softly. He smiles but pushes your face away with a small off-white blush.

"I'm very lucky to have you" You remind him softly. He smiles and places a gentle kiss on your nose. You reach up to squeeze his nose between your fingers, booping it softly after.

"Really, while I'm eating!" Sapnap groans, pointing his fork right at the two of you. "No lovey-dovey stuff while food is present."

"Aww, sappy's feeling neglected," Bad teases, pulling Sapnap's chair closer to wrap an arm around his shoulder and tug him close. Your nestling grumbles, the fork abandoned on his plate as he rest his cheek against Bad's shoulder. You reach over to brush hair out of his face, purring softly as he melts into your hands.

"I hate both of you," he grumbles, fixing himself to get more comfortable. "I'm going to leave."

"Sure," You coo, brushing back their hair. You share a knowing smile with Bad, heart-melting as the human hums in appreciation. You've never really liked humans but Sapnap is your nestling and he's so tiny and sweet! "But if you opened your eyes first, that'd be more convincing."

His eyes snap open and he glares at you half-heartedly. Bad stifles his giggles into Sapnap's hair, glancing up at you and breaking out into another spree of giggles. Sapnap reaches up to wack Bad away, pulling away with a scowl. "I'm going to tell Dream you're bullying me."

"Sure, pandas," Bad rolled his eyes, smiling softly as Sapnap stretched and walked off. You leaned into him, feeling just as sappy. His eyes glance down at you and he presses his cheek to your shoulder before he sat up straighter. "We should eat a bit before it gets too late. I know we didn't have many snacks so our dinner shouldn't be too ruined."

"I suppose," You pull away, fixing your plate to be straightened up on the table. Instantly, with just a thought, your food appears. Magic has its privilege and that is instant-dream food.

{《☆》}

"It's been a while since we last fought," Anna calls loudly, her sword twisted in her grip. It's a sleek blade of gold, thought lightly enchanted since this is an honourable duel. You've recently been in the development of layering gold with spare netherite, testing to see if the metal has any use besides construction material. You've heard tales from the humans world that netherite over diamond weapons can create a weapon stronger than anything created before. Your sister is supposed to get the first successful weapon, and you the second.

"I've missed beating you to the ground," Bad says, twisting his shoulder with a wicked grin. He always gets so competitive with sword fighting, especially against Anna. In his own claws, a glittering gold sword carved with runes more for ornamental use than fighting, but multi-purposeful all the same,

She scoffs, circling the grounds around him. "If I recall correctly, I'm currently beating you."

"Barely, you had to have (Y/N) distract me last time." He rolls his eyes and then he lunges. With skilled ease, a graceful leap, they move almost in sync. Anna twists to dodge him, pushing his sword away with a strong jab. He twirls back and dodges her sword in a split second and you gasp with delight.

"Whoo! Go Dad!" Sapnap cheers beside you. The humans and a few other stragglers are on the side lines, watching and occasionally cheering. Your kind aren't the biggest on violent entertainment but on an annual festival, your sister always fights. She is skilled with the blade, more so than she is with magic, and her skill is spoken of with unsupressed compliments, a common spoken legend. You've gotten used to it, living with her competitiveness for years has desensitized you to it.

The humans however...

"Oh shit!" Tommy screams with a wide grin. He tugs on Tubbo's arm. "Did you see that!"

You laugh at them, not bothering to smother it. Ranboo's tail curls up around your arm as he cheers for Bad. You smooth out part if his shoulder as you pat his shoulder.

Technoblade, Phil, and Wilbur all sit together on the stands, casually narrating their own thoughts to one another. A few times Technoblade leaned forward, met Bad's eye and shivered. It was adorable how scared they could be of someone so tiny.

"So close," Your sister grit out, taunting tilt, she took in a deep breath as they jumped away from one another. "I almost had you down."

"Not close enough," Bad says with amusement bleeding into his words, adrenaline keeping his on his toes. "In fact,"

He heaves as he swings and his sword slams into Anna's side. She goes flying back, skidding and holding herself up with her hand. It's easy for Bad to disarm her as she focuses on jumping back and standing in a safer position.

She cracks her knuckles, fixing her jaw straight in determination. "Now you're fighting." She leaps forward and tries to grapple the sword out of his hands.

Bad obviously has the upper hands with his sword still firmly in his hands but quickly the sword flickers with his flame, blue and bright spreading across the edges. The runes shine a bright purple and Anna is blasted back with a burst of his flames.

The spell is strong enough that wisps of them push up against your arm, harmless to you and Sapnap but it brings a sinking realization that none of the humans behind you share the same benefit.

Your flames, glowing white and fluxating, burst from your arms and cause a massive divide between the flames and the bystanders. You wait for a second before pulling it back. Sapnap's bandana is smoking at the edges, smoke that tickles at him and makes him giggle.

"Whoops," Bad says, flames instantly dying as soon as they appeared. Anna stands with a crack of her tail, stretching her wings before walking up to Bad.

"Nice sword but I'm still going to beat you next time," Anna crosses her arms, determination as solid as netherite blocks. "It was smart not letting your cards show until then, you had me disarmed and rushing you. I respect it."

"I think you had the right idea, I wasn't entirely expecting you to rush me. I had to think fast but if I hadn't," Bad shrugs gesturing to the scorch marks on the quartz. "I'm sure the same would've been done to me."

Anna nods and then she heads towards a bench, ready to sit and calm down a bit. Bad heads toward you, face flushed with exhaustion.

"Your sister is too strong," Bad says, slumping and pressing into your shoulder. You laugh, reaching up to pet his hair softly.

Ranboo's tail whips behind him cautiously, all of the humans oddly quiet after almost being hit by Bad's magic. "Does that... Is that your magic?"

"My flames?" You ask, briefly stopping your head pats to show Ranboo a miniature version of your flames, pure white that runs in your family, though more diluted in your sister. Typically, outside of a physical display of power and/or a skirmish, flames were meant to stay between families. Of course that was slightly true for your ideals as well but Tommy looked so in awe of it that you couldn't help but let it curl in his palm.

"It's warm," he mutters softly, sounding like a nestling with a skeleton cat.

"My turn!" Tubbo says excitedly, hand clasping around your flame. It fizzles away immediately and Tubbo frowns, turning to you. "Aw man,"

"Here you go, Tubbo." You coo softly, watching as he perks up instantly. Much more delicately he cups the flame, raising it to his face and bringing it close.

"It is warm," he says, tilting his head. "But it doesn't burn."

Bad laughs, head nestled under yours. "Most flames don't burn if the wielder allows it to. But it requires more concentration with non-flames than it does with ⎓ᔑᒲ╎ꖎ||."

"What happens if I touch it," Sapnap asks, peeking around you. He steps closer to Tubbo, making threatening grabby hands. "Gimme!"

Tubbo peels away, futile in an attempt to escape. Much quicker than him, Sapnap catches up to him and snatches the flame quickly. Unlike earlier, the flame stays strong and actually grows along his skin, flickering with playfulness.

"That tickles," Sapnap laughs, he then jogs over to Dream and gestures for him to grab some of the flame along his arms. He does, passing it between hands like it's some sort of ball. George pokes at Sapnap arm but doesn't grab any.

You look at Bad, smiling when you realize he's already looking at you too. "╎ ꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ ||𝙹⚍."

Bad tucks his face into your neck to hide his smile, though he mumbles the words back.

As Tommy starts pestering Anna for swordsmanship lessons and Phil is trying to stop Technoblade from stealing your weaponry, you feel happy. This feels like home, as unconventional as it may sound, being surrounded by people. Being next to your twin flame.

Bad links his fingers through yours, lifting them to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. Again, he repeats the words. "I love you."

"I love you too, little flame," You grin, leaning down to knock horns.

{《☆》}

[Bro not even joking finals have me so stressed ahfkhakd they are two weeks awayyy]

[Okay I'm done. Anyway I really want to get into dm'ing for a dnd session just to see if I'm any good and idk currently trying to overcome the anxiety to ask my discord friends and also voice anxiety agfkha anywho byeee]

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Favorite color? Blue, any shade, I just💙🥰

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hii! no hate, just question, i keep seeing one of your fic in the “#mcyt x reader” recents tag. more specifically the “Distance (Wilbur Soot x M!Reader)” and saw you reposting the same at least twice a your acc, just wondering why because if its too gain more reach, i think you just need to post it once w/o doing it more than once, anyways, thanks!! (sorry if this sounded aggressive!! ;v;)

(suggestion, if its an announcement that you made a new chapter, i suggest you make it a masterlist which your followers can just like and whenever you make a new chapter, you could just edit it! :>)

Hi! Don't worry this very much isn't aggressive!

Now I post updates (with the tags) both for reach and for just general announcements.

The reason I make separate posts + not one singular masterlist is because of 1) the way Tumblr reach works and 2) not everyone wants to do that much work (even if it may not seem like a lot)

Now Tumblr reach means that unless your post gets enough traction to qualify as a Top Post in the tag, it will inevitably be lost to more recent posts. And even if it does become a Top Post, it will also inevitably be switched with a new post one day. And as someone who doesn't go through tags everyday to check, older-new posts tend to be lost to me unless I take time to backlog to where I had been the last time I checked (which doesn't happen often).

This is also due halfway to me not bothering to follow many people (partly my social anxiety for existing), which means I don't get follower post notifications.

And it is also a sort of way to update for every chapter going out. This is for a multitude of reasons, one being that some people may not have a wattpad account to get update notifs which means unless they remember to check, they'll miss posts.

I have struggled over whether it's okay for me to keep posting the same stuff in the same tags for a while, especially since some tags are slow to update/lacking in content. I've thought of simply keeping it to Wattpad and/or possibly making untagged update posts on my alt but again, I'm unsure if it'd reach the same amount of people (especially since I have less followers on my alt compared to my main)

Though I'm not against deleting my update posts here if it's an issue, I would like more opinions on this if possible!

Sorry for the rant, have a great day/night anon!

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❤ Bad Boy (Cute Boy)

Request by @ -KIYOORIN on Wattpad: "Wilbur x male reader but highschool au, where wilbur has a crush on reader and he is trying to asked out reader to go to the prom with him."

[2069 words :3]

[He/him]

Description: Wilbur is a hopeless romantic and Tommy likes to eat dirt. (Wilbur x MReader)

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{《☆》}

Wilbur picks at the dirt under his fingers as he sits through math class. His math teacher doesn't try to get him not to, even though he's the weird type. Tries too hard, acts too odd, calls tests 'festivals of learning'. Honestly, he kind of regrets doing this exchange program just because of that.

Well, not really. Wilbur likes this odd school, even if it's kinda fucked up. It has good music programs and he has a lot of good friends, a surprising amount of them British as well. And well... he maybe, sort of, kind of but not really, has a crush.

Wilburs face flushes just thinking about it. He ducks his head lower and picks his pencil up to pretend he's doing his work instead of daydreaming.

He glances over at you, doodling something one the margins of your math book with a small smile you probably didn't even realize you had. Wilbur sighed deeply, unable to look away as you fiddled with the pencil, almost dropping it. God, he thought you were gorgeous.

You looked up briefly and Wilbur panicked and snapped his head back down. He waited a few minutes, actually starting his math problems before he chanced a glance up. You were back to drawing and he relaxed with a relieved sigh. And then you looked back up again.

{《☆》}

Wilbur didn't know which God he had to thank that day but you didn't seem weirded out. In fact, you smiled at him in the hall earlier and almost made him have a heart attack. Wilbur hid his blushing face in his hands for a second, ignoring the conversation Fundy and Eret were having next to him.

"Are you good, Wil?" Niki asked, her lunch laid out neatly in front of her. She brushed her hand over his shoulder. "You look kind of red."

"I'm fine," he squeaked out, patting her hand before trying to shake it off. "Sorry, I'm good."

"He's having a breakdown because (Y/N) smiled at him earlier," Technoblade, the prick, says with no hint of remorse.

Wilbur scowls at him, kicking his leg under the table. "Shut it."

"Aww," Fundy coos mockingly, with a faked high-pitch British accent. "The fish fucker is in love."

"Not you too," Wilbur groans, flicking a bit of corn at the ginger.

"I think it's sweet how much you like him," Eret said, the only one Wilbur respected anymore. He picked up a piece of celery and talked while he chewed, "Even if it's just made you a bigger simp."

"I'm leaving," Wilbur says with a scowl, picking up his tray. He doesn't usually eat much during lunch anyways but the conversation made him lose the rest of his appetite. But, of course, the universe hated him.

Wilbur slammed into someone, sending corn all over himself, ruining his freshly washed navy jumper. "Just great, can you–,"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," You said, reeling back. Your own lunch was tipped over the try, pouring out but somehow managing not to stain your clothes. "I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, you're good" He managed to say through a strangled throat. He set the empty tray on an empty table and started brushing corn off of his sweater, which stuck to it with a grudge.

"Here," You said, coming back when Wilbur didn't even notice you left. In your hand was a bunch of clumped up napkins that you very quickly shoved in his hands, shifting feet nervously. After a second of Wilbur rubbing corn off of his sweater, your face falls when you realize just how stained it was. "Oh no, your sweater. I ruined it."

"It's okay, I was- I was going to donate it anyway," He fumbled over his words, lying because, well, you were you. Grimacing a bit, he powered through. "It's not the best thing to wear for the rest of the day but it'll make do."

You seemed dejected either way. "I can go put your tray back for you?"

"You're fine, really. It was an accident," Wilbur assured you it was, dropping the messy napkins on his tray. Patting his sweater and grimacing at the way it was still wet. "I'll just go,"

"Wait," You blurted out, hands raised in a minor panic. A sudden thought rang in your brain and you quickly reached for your backpack. In your hands was a plain yellow sweater, one that looked (way too big/perfect/a bit small) for your size and something that would fit Wilbur well enough to last the day. "I had a backup sweater in my backpack and since I kinda ruined yours, I think it's only fair you use it."

Wilbur hesitated, shaking his head. "No it's fine, really."

"Please," You practically begged, giving Wilbur the sweetest puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "I feel so bad. It's no trouble."

"Alright," He muttered, ducking his head but unable to hide the bright pink flush that spread across his face. He pulls the navy jumper off, careful not the touch the wet spot to his face.

You were looking away (if pale: face flushed), obviously embarrassed. Wilbur quickly realized that the shirt he wore under the jumper had ridden up, pulling it down sheepishly. Taking the sweater, he ran his hand down the soft cotton fabric. "Thanks."

"No problem," You shook your head, looking back at him. Shooting him a smile, you finally stepped back and let him walk to put his tray away.

Wilbur was left in such a daze, he hardly even registered the teasing his friends gave him when he sat back down.

{《☆》}

Prom was coming up and Wilbur had totally forgotten. He sat at his desk, staring at the pair of tickets his friend had given him on a whim, saying something had come up but that he should still enjoy prom with his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Because yeah, people have started being under the assumption that Wilbur had manned up and asked you out. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Wilbur groaned, hands wrapping tight around the yellow sweater he was still wearing, still had. He had tried giving it back once but the teacher had decided that day was going to be their first-ever pop quiz and he had to sit back down.

He had worn it yesterday, fiddling with the nice sleeves that wrapped around his wrist loosely enough to pinch the fabric under and twist it. But something about realizing the weight of the next week, the last week he had until prom came and he'd be forced to go alone.

Wilbur was screwed. He had a week to ask you out, likely get rejected, and then spend the night at prom depressed while his friends had fun. Just the idea of going made him queasy.

His door was knocked on rapidly. "Wilby! Wil! Wil! Open the door!" Tommy screeched from the other side, waiting for permission before he jumped onto Wilbur's bed.

"You can come in," He said, moving to sweep the tickets into a drawer, hand still caught tight on the sweater.

"Wilby!" Tommy says, clambering in with his blankie trailing behind him, the cow plush Wilur had bought him held tightly in his little fist.  "I did the big tree thing. I went to Tubbo's house and he has such a big tree and I know that you and baba climb the tr-un-k so I had Tubbo help me, because it's so tall! And he did! And I got to hold the small tree and there was this bug and-!"

"Tommy, why aren't you playing with Phil," Wilbur asked, turning away from his desk to open his arms wide at Tommy. His baby brother leaped off the bed, landing in his arms and giggling.

"Phil was being mean again," Tommy pouted, curled into Wilburs chest. "He told me to go play with you instead."

He frowned, but then smoothed it out. "Thank you for telling me, Tommy. And thank you for following the rules and knocking."

"I'm very smart, aren't I Wilby!" Tommy giggled again, kicking his feet out. Wilbur bounced his knee a bit, nodding. "When is Baba getting home. He said I couldn't play with his sword until he gets here and I'm bored."

"He's still at work, Toms, but how about we go play outside instead." Wilbur smiled down at the 8-year-old, pinching Tommy's button nose between his fingers.

"Okay Wilby!" Tommy said, dragging the teen with him. Wilbur didn't know how lucky he had to have been to get an exchange home that'd give him his own brother.

Tommy set down Henry neatly next to him before he started digging his fingers into the dirt. Wilbur picked up his blankie and made extra sure it was safe from dirt on the seat he laid it on. He sat down by Tommy, pulling his arms away whenever he tried to eat dirt.

"Oh, it's you," A pleasent voice said from not so far away. Wilbur looks up and sees you standing there, holding a leash tightly, a dog standing by your legs. "I didn't know you lived here."

"I'm part of an exchange program, the Minecrafts are my host family," Wilbur said, rushing to stand. Tommy, ever the loud mouth around family, is tucked behind his leg, bright gold curls barely peeking out. You take a small step closer and Wilbur's face starts turning red. "Uh, this is Tommy."

"Hello Tommy," You say, kneeling to be on even ground. The blond mutters a small "hi", still clutching Wilbur's pants but shuffled more into view. You stick your hand out, wearing the prettiest smile Wilbur has ever seen. "It's lovely to meet you."

Tommy's hands look so tiny in yours but he seems so happy to be doing something familiar. Phil's had him do similar around his buisness friends. Predictably, your dog rounds your legs, nudging Tommy. He giggles, gasping with an infatuation with animals in the way only Tommy could have.

"That's Kujo, he's really friendly," You say and Tommy turns to you, eyes turning into melted clouds.

"Can I play with him? Please," He asks, bottom lip jutted out into a plead. Wilburs heart softens and you melt at the sight of his little brother. You carefully hand him the leash, saying that Kujo knows better than to run but if he does try, it's okay if he let's go. When Tommy heads off, ever so gentle with guiding Kujo, you stand and smile at him.

"Is your sweater okay?" You ask out of the blue. Wilbur glances down at what he's wearing before processing the words.

Face flushed, he nods. "It took a few washes but it doesn't smell like corn anymore, so..."

"I'm glad," You smile easily, not minding him trailing off. "I've dumped food on myself more than once and it's horrible to get off. I have a sweater at home where the sleeve still smell like milk."

Wilbur laughs, feeling as though he's floating on air. It wasn't even the funniest joke in existence but Wilbur is sure he could never laugh harder, warmth bubbling up in his chest.  "That sounds horrid. Although I once managed to burn the fur off a coat once."

"No," You gasped, reaching up to cover your smile with your hand. "An arsonist is here, in my neighborhood. For shame."

Wilbur doesn't know what confidence overcame him but he quirks his lips into a wicked grin, "That's not the worst I've done."

"Oh? Aren't you Mr. Bad boy?" You say with a chuckle.

Again, it comes out without thinking. "Depends, do you like bad boys?" His cheeks flush instantly, hands curling up as he almost dies of embarrassment.

You raise a brow, lips curled into a smile. "I like cute boys that look cuter in my sweaters."

It takes him a second for it to process, his ears the brightest shade of red in just a second. "Ah well," he fiddles with the hem of his sweater. "I mean, uh... Are you going to prom?"

"I haven't been asked yet," You look over at Tommy, stting down and digging with Kujo helping. "But I think I'd like to go."

"Well, I—, do you wanna...," Wilbur grimaces, taking a second to breathe. "Would you like to go to prom with me?"

You positively beam at him, "I would love to."

{《☆》}

[Tommy eat dirt :DDD]

[Next post is going to be a c!Purpled fic and maybe a pt2 to Wildest Wills, and then updates will likely slow down with finals before I get back during break :P]

[Take care of yourself. Eat food, drink water, take a shower. You are loved and appreciated even if it's hard to accept. Reach out to your friends, they miss you as much as you miss them. Have a day <3]

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