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✮𝗞𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝗲 - 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗯𝘂𝗿✮
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POV: wilbur has a new favourite song
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gender-neutral reader
Word Count: 295
CW: none! just good ol fluff
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“KISS MEEEEE! KISS ME WITH-” I laughed as Wilbur continued to sing at the top of his lungs. It was safe to say ‘Puppy Princess’ was his current favourite song.
“-YOUR EYES CLOSED WHISPER THAT YOUR HEART SHOWS-” his hands gripping my own as we spun in a circle. His eyes crinkled slightly with the smile that adorned his face. He was happy. Within that moment nothing could ruin the bliss that was coursing through his veins. One of his hands left mine and made their way to my waist. Slowly, moving towards my lower back, before his hand pressed between my shoulder blades pushing me into his chest. My arms immediately wrapped around his waist, head resting against his collarbone. He lowered the volume of his voice, before stopping completely. Just holding me in that moment. Swaying back and forth in the middle of the lounge room. I moved my head so that my chin was resting on his chest, leaving me to look up and into his eyes. He lowered his gaze to meet mine, a soft smile took over his face. His head dipped towards my own, his hand rubbing my back. Slowly starting to murmur the lyrics once again. “Kiss me. Kiss me with your eyes closed. All I want is you. Yeah you” Although he missed a considerable amount of lyrics between the lines. I didn't care. I raised my head as far as I could without straining my neck to connect our lips. It was soft and sweet. Even with dating for as long as we have, kissing him feels brand new each time. Butterflies filling my stomach and my mind. rational thoughts are immediately thrown out of the window. Intoxicating
Kiss me. Kiss me with your eyes closed.
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Have a good day!
- Birdy
A lil drabble of/inspired by Prompt #2,013 from @pluralprompts, it's a little angsty but it shouldn't contain any common triggers so just be careful folks. Don't worry, it's got a happy ending
Spectre was having a rough day, or he was fairly certain he was. He didn't really know anymore, the static-y film over his eyes ears and heart had long since dulled his emotions. He'd been trying for the last few hours to leave front, but it was like a wall was between him and headspace, a wall of viscous static that only got harder the more he pressed against it. It was a rough day really, and the sound of muffled talking behind the static had only been getting louder and louder. He hoped that was. a good sign, like the barrier getting thinner. Exhausted from their daily obligations, he stumbled to their bed and laid down, staring up at the ceiling one of their littles had decorated with polyfill clouds and led lights years ago, and smiled. Over time, the talking grew clearer and clearer until finally he heard it.
"Spectre! We're gonna get you out of there, don't worry.", the soothing voice of Ivy, their primary gatekeeper.
He felt it, a tugging at the back of his mind, a hand reaching out for him to grab. He focused on the feeling, grasping Ivy's hand as she pulled him from front. Finally back in headspace, he smiled and hugged all his fellow headmates who'd gathered to try and help him out of front. Being a system was tough, but they'd always be there for one another.
This was written by Az, I don't know Emi says I'm supposed to sign these posts or something
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