Blush ; Wilbur Soot

blush ; wilbur soot

pronouns: she/her summary: y/n goes on another one of her nerdy tangents during a stream and wilbur listens to every single word, well, sorta. requested: yes tw: one swear word maybe??? wc: 0.7k

"and we're live!" wilbur clapped his hands together as the chat began to excitedly greet him. "and of course, what would a stream be without my wonderful girlfriend, y/n!"

y/n was a fan favourite, there was no denying that. the second the stream met her months back, they fell in love with the nerdy girl, what can i say, she taught them more than school ever did, and y/n took pride in being their source of knowledge.

"hi hi!" she smiled, waving at the camera, wilbur chuckling at her enthusiasm, with y/n, there was never a dull moment.

"you know the drill, chat! you laugh... you lose." wilbur leaned back in his chair, glancing at y/n ever so quickly. "media share's on, let the videos roll."

y/n leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting the first video, which was the classic 'objects i've shoved up my arse', making will roll his eyes and immediately skip it, "rule number eight, chat! no videos we've seen before, and especially that!"

a brief moment of silence went by as the next clip played, and they instantly recognised it.

y/n stayed silent during the 'cheeto' video, as wilbur stifled a laugh, "how do you find that funny?!"

"the question is, how do you not find that funny?!" wilbur laughed as y/n gave him a knowing look. "that doesn't count! no, n-no, chat, stop. no. fine, fi- i lost a life, i still have another."

"i don't think that's how it works-" y/n began as wilbur places his hand over her mouth.

"my stream, my rules." y/n removes wilbur's hand from her mouth.

"you're such an idiot, i swear." y/n crossed her arms and scoffed at her boyfriend.

"yeah, but i'm your idiot." wilbur's cheeks flushed over the statement he made as he glanced up at the chat. they were already calling him a simp. "chat! listen here! stop calling me a simp!" wilbur turned redder as he read each comment. "it may be true, but there's no need to point it out, okay?! i have consent to simp."

"did you know that humans are the only animals that blush?" y/n took notice to his blush as wilbur turned to y/n, ready for another rant. "i know it sounds obvious, but it's true! ya know charles darwin, right? yeah, cool. well, he referred to blushing as "the most peculiar and most human of all expressions," as mark twain said, "man is the only animal that blushes. or needs to." it's fascinating really, chat, you should look into it!"

wilbur was only half paying attention, he mostly just admiring y/n, taking her presence in. y/n snapped her fingers in front of will's face snapping him out of his daze. "gosh, wilbur, are you even listening? at least chat is. thanks chat, i appreciate you guys." y/n gave the camera a cheeky wink, leaning closer to wilbur subconsciously.

wilbur and y/n read the chat together, smiling at some of the comments.

damn, y/n is the definition of big brain

y/n, pls be my tutor

if y/n ruled the world, it would be such a better place

god they make me feel so single-

mr and mrs soot right here

wilbur was so glad that his fans were accepting of his girlfriend. he admits, he was quite scared of introducing her to the stream since she was quite an intense person, but his fans adored her and he even attracted more viewers which was a bonus. they loved y/n, maybe even more than they loved wilbur (and that's saying something).

"okay, okay, lets move on and watch the next video, and i will not laugh!"

"debatable-"

"hush, my little nerd."

"well, did you know the term nerd started back in-"

welcome to soot and co.

1. ONE; introduction

hey! i’m asha! it’s a pleasure to meet you! i’m pansexual and my pronouns are she/they! this is my blog where i write imagines/headcanons/preferences for your favourite mcyts.

2. TWO; rules

requests are currently closed since i’m trying to get through the ones i already have, but it shouldn’t be closed for long.

i write for wilbur soot, karl jacobs, quackity, georgenotfound, dream, sapnap + platonic! tommyinnit and tubbo

i don’t write smut or certain triggering topics (if you ever want more info about that, don’t be shy to message me and ask) but i will write for poly relationships, but only for karl, alex, george, clay and nick (i won’t do it for wilbur, tommy or tubbo)

female, male and gender neutral readers will be included, it’ll say on each fic what gender and pronouns the reader goes by, i’ll normally do gn! reader if the request doesn’t imply the gender, but if you want a certain gender, that’s totally fine

3. THREE; masterlist

preferences:

i. | ii.

wilbur soot:

imagines:

blush

headcanons:

being wilbur soot’s s/o and meeting for the first time 

karl jacobs:

imagines:

favourite boy

headcanons:

nothing here <3

quackity:

imagines:

nothing here <3

headcanons:

nothing here <3

georgenotfound:

imagines:

make-up

headcanons:

nothing here <3

dream:

imagines:

nothing here <3

headcanons:

nothing here <3

sapnap:

imagines:

nothing here <3

headcanons:

nothing here <3

tommyinnit:

imagines:

the desk

headcanons:

baking with tommyinnit and tubbo

tubbo:

imagines:

nothing here <3

headcanons:

baking with tommyinnit and tubbo

requests: 6

work in progress: dream imagine

Can you write something quackity? The reader and him are in a long distance relationship (she’s in America whiles in Mexico) and they’re FaceTiming and he sings Hey There Delilah? And he like tells he loves her for the first time. I just think it would he really cute<3

awwwww, that is soooo adorable <3 my heart can’t take it! i’ll immediately add it to the list!! :))))

being wilbur soot’s s/o and meeting for the first time

pronouns: they/them summary: self explanatory :) requested: yes tw: none  wc: 0.5k

- wilbur never really thought that long distance relationships were his thing, but when he started talking to you, oh boy, was he hooked

- a virtual war was kicking off when dream had a BRIGHT IDEA to invite one of his closest friends onto the server in hopes of winning

- and that was lil ol’ you :)

- you, being the person you are, didn’t want to choose a side, you were practically switzerland in this sense 

- people came to you (the mediator) to solve many of the problems between l’manburg and pogtopia etc etc.

- and one day, wilbur soot himself went to you for advice about blowing up l’manburg

- you practically said “eH dOn’T dO iT bUt WhAtEvEr, It WoUlD sPiCe ThInGs Up.”

- he liked your attitude, and especially liked the fact that dream invited you to get you on his side and ultimately failed

- and wilbur admired that (even though he desperately wanted you on his side)

- and oh boy, before wilbur knew it, he was falling for you

- hard.

- it took time to realise that he was genuinely into you, but the little things came together

- like the way wilbur made sure that you weren’t caught up in the war and that you were safe

- the way he would leave little presents at your minecraft house

-the way he would stay awake all night just to talk to you because of the time differences

- everyone realised that wilbur soot was whipped

- and you luckily felt the same <3

- dream basically played cupid and said, “y/n, wilbur likes you. wilbur, y/n likes you too. date.”

- so you made it official :)

- only your close friends and family knew

- it seemed perfect, but the only problem was that you lived thousands and thousands of miles away

- you two always talked about meeting (mostly over late night calls when you’re both sad and lonely)

- and one day, you finally thought enough was enough

- you bought tickets to the next flight to england (with the help of clay)

- you sent a goodnight message to your boyfriend so you didn’t seem suspicious and before you knew it, you were on your way to england baby!

- you were extremely nervous, but you were even more excited

- you arrived in brighton midday (a little jetlagged) and luckily you knew exactly where wilbur lived

- wilbur was finishing up a stream with tommy as he heard a knock on his door

- and there you were

- his partner...

- in real life...

- “y/n?”

- “heyyyy, wilby...”

- he immediately pulled you into his embrace and held you as tight as possible, afraid you were going to disappear

- “what are you doing here?!”

- “well, i can go if you-”

- “NO! STAY!”

- wilbur was SO glad that he finished the stream when he did

- “how long are you staying for?”

- “as long as you’ll have me.”

- “stay. forever.”

- homeboy straight up asking you to move in

- and who were you to disagree?

- you both ordered takeaway because who actually cooks nowadays???

- you put on a movie and just leaned into each other’s embrace

- it felt right

- it felt perfect

- the two of you couldn’t be any happier <3

- anyone want to get me a wilbur? :,)

the desk ; tommyinnit

pronouns: they/them summary: y/n has a conversation with a stranger on their desk. requested: no a/n: this is intended to be platonic, but to each there own ig + a lot of skips tw: mentions of death, slight angst at the end wc: 1k

life was a bore. y/n had no friends, average grades, and a low-paying little job at a nearby café. they couldn’t wait for their final year of high school to be over so they could really start living.

y/n looked at their wooden desk, not bothering to pay attention to their geography teacher. faded markings littered the frame as they traced their index finger over them, but something really stood out to them.

the words ‘i’m bored’ was etched in with the sharp end of a compass. it looked new. y/n chuckled at the statement. simple, but true. they looked up to make sure that no one was looking in their direction as they slipped their compass out of their blazer pocket and began to sketch in a respond.

‘same’

the second they finished, they quickly put the compass back into their pocket. luckily, no one bothered to look their way. they inaudibly sigh to themselves. what was the point in that? no one was obviously going to respond.

the week continued on like usual, y/n didn’t spare another thought about the little conversation on their geography desk, well, until they sat back down in their seat and saw a respond.

‘glad we agree :)’

 y/n laughed lightly, bringing out their compass once again and began contemplating what they wanted to write.

they settled on ‘not a fan of geog either?’ before sitting up and listening to the lecture for the next hour.

y/n began to find themselves looking forward to geography, just because they were curious on who the mysterious person was on the other side of the conversation. it was sad really, y/n considered this stranger to be their friend at this point. their only friend. and they hadn’t even met them! so that’s when y/n decided that they were going to meet this person, and nothing was going to get in their way.

fortunately the next lesson rolled on quickly as y/n pretty much ran into the lesson, earning a smile from their teacher who was convinced they were excited to learn, but that wasn’t case.

they peered at their desk as they sat down, other students walking into the classroom, not bothering to look y/n’s way.

a new message was written underneath y/n’s question.

‘hate it. i assume u do too’

y/n didn’t want to seem too straight forward, but at the same time, they didn’t know how else to put it.

‘who are you?’

the weekend eventually came and for the first time in forever, y/n didn’t want to go home. for the entirety of the two days, y/n sat there thinking about who it could and couldn’t be. they had geography... but most students did, but they had it at a different time, so they were in a completely different class, maybe even year group. that’s pretty much all they knew, so in conclusion, they were stumped.

monday morning finally arose as y/n rode their bike to school. they had geography first period much to their delight.

they walked into the almost empty classroom to see their teacher at his desk. “ah, y/n, see that you’re here early again, enjoying geography are we?” mr. simons looked up at the teen through his glasses.

“er, yeah.” y/n nodded, speed walking down to their desk, and looked down to see a single word engraved, or as they should say- name.

‘tommy’

 y/n didn’t know anyone called tommy, or even thomas for that matter. it was fairly small school and she was almost completely certain no one had that name.

“hey, mr. simons...” y/n began, walking closer to the front desk. “is there anyone called tommy you teach?”

mr. simons leant back in his chair and bit his lower lip in though, “nope, i don’t know a tommy.”

“a thomas?” y/n questioned.

“no, sorry, kiddo.” he said, standing up and walking closer towards y/n. “why’d you want to know? is he someone you know, or something?”

“uh, no, i was just-” y/n looked down before continuing. “someone said their name was tommy. it’s written on my desk-″

before they could finish, mr. simons chuckled. “so, it was you who was writing on the desk! i though so.”

“um,” y/n wasn’t expecting to be caught. “i’m- i’m sorry, sir. i-”

“don’t worry about it, kid.” he smiled down at the student. “you’re not the first one to talk to tommy.”

“wait- i thought you didn’t know a tommy?” they raised an eyebrow. a million questions going through their head. “i’m confused.”

“tommy,” mr. simons began, walking towards y/n’s desk, tracing his finger over the old conversations. “he was a student here centuries ago, long before i was even born. he used to sit right here.” y/n followed him to their desk and looked down.

there were so many conversations there, so many that y/n didn’t pick up on. they were all conversations between tommy and former students.

“he died in this seat, no one knows how, but the anniversary of his death was exactly a week ago. when he started talking to you, y/n.” mr. simons looked up to see y/n’s shocked face.

“how’s that even possible?”

y/n was talking to a dead boy all along...

“i guess the spirit of tommy will always live on.” there was something in mr. simons’ eye that scared y/n.

“mr. simons...”

“and now he will live on in you.”

favourite boy ; karl jacobs

pronouns: they/them summary: karl’s simping for y/n and it’s obvious. requested: yes a/n: he is literally my favourite boy <3 tw: none :) wc: 0.7k

"hello?"

"karl!" y/n's happy voice was heard from the other side of the vc. "thank god you're here! quackity is bullying me!"

karl's cheeks heated up at the sound of their voice, it was his favourite sound of all time. "how dare he! what is he doing?!"

y/n's minecraft character hit alex's as he laughed. "he keeps killing my chickens!"

"you have so many, y/n! it's crazy!" alex continued to laugh as karl pulled out his diamond sword and repeatedly hit him until his character fell to the floor, his items scattered around him. "ka- karl!"

quackity was slain by karljacobs

"about time he left!" y/n sighed, as they lightly chuckled.

"i didn't leave on purpose! i was murdered by karl 'the simp' jacobs!" quackity's laughter only got louder and louder.

"i'm not- shut up." karl muttered, helping y/n get some of their chickens back into their farm.

y/n's character walks away around a corner and quickly runs back to karl. "for you." y/n drops a pink flower in front of him as he immediately picks it up.

"awww!" karl coos, his cheeks heating up at the simple, but sweet gesture. "thank you!"

"it's no problem." y/n giggled, circling karl. "it's for saving me from big bad q."

"trust me, i took joy in killing him." karl smirks as alex's character came running back, picking up all his stuff.

quackity didn't say anything, but he instead continuously hit karl, attempting to kill him and he tried his best to defend himself. y/n stepped in as they realised that alex had the upper hand. they got their sword and after a few hits, alex dies once again. "goddamn it! y/n! i had him!"

"exactly! i can't have you killing my favourite boy." y/n said, as karl let out a beaming smile at their response.

"wait..." karl leans closer to the microphone. "i'm your favourite boy?"

quackity scoffed as y/n moved their minecraft character closer to his. "shut it, alex. you're just jealous that you're my second favourite boy."

"damn," alex clapped his hands together. "i didn't think i was that high! get in!"

"don't let it get to your head," y/n murmurs, "i still prefer karl."

karl moved around in his seat in pure joy, "you're my favourite, y/n. you're my favourite."

"yay!" y/n cheered, sounding like a kid in a candy store.

"you're both simping so hard for each other, get a room." alex picks up his stuff again and walks away instead of attacking karl and/or y/n. the two stay silent, contemplating if what quackity was saying was true or not. could the other feel the same way?

. . .

the three continued playing the game off stream, sapnap and dream occasionally joining in. alex went off into a cave as karl went to get some supplies for y/n's new house since tommy recently burnt theirs down. after a few hours, one by one, everyone left the game, until karl and y/n were the only two left on the dream smp.

"hey, y/n." karl spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. they hummed in response. "thank you for the flower, it may have just been a flower, but to me, it means a lot. i love it."

y/n smiled, "hey, no worries. i'm glad you loved it, karl."

"when, um-" karl cleared his throat. "when are you going to be online again?"

"tomorrow, you can't get rid of me that easily, jacobs." y/n said softly, a light laugh at the end of their sentence.

"cool, cool," karl chuckled, "um, we should play again together sometime, like, just us two."

"like a minecraft date?" y/n said with a teasing tone. "or a real one?"

"um, either... both?" karl awkwardly said.

"i think that sounds amazing. a date with my favourite boy... sounds like a dream come true."