Merged Worlds | Various X Reader

SBI x Motherly! Reader x Musician! c!Wilbur

Fandom: MCYT [DSMP]

Requested?: No.

One-Shot Type: You decide if it's romantic or platonic lmao ;)

Details: The reader is gender-neutral. This setting does not stick to canon and is altered to the true canon (do not take any events within this one-shot as canon, it is all a fan concept). The POV is direct second-person.

Word Count: [2,904] | not excluding this and the end portion of the information.

I wanted to write something wholesome but also wanted to write something that sticks to Wilbur's whole personality as a musician. So I created this during school hours LMAO notasimpnotasimp

I also wanted to show how I saw the entire family myself, including Tubbo and Tommy. I have no clue how to write chaotic children but HERE GOES NOTHING! Lots of family and love goin' on here!

I lowkey have been sleep-deprived as of late because a relative who was pregnant had to stay over for like...eternity and with her other baby it was hard to sleep when waking in the middle of the night :')

Anyways, enjoy :D

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Let us start with something simple. Nah, screw simple.

Let's just say the word 'simple' was never your thing. You always loved getting into the details of everything.

And by everything I mean everything.

This also went for as much as when you first met Wilbur the Musician, as you had called him at first. His music always attracted both your heart and soul in a spiritual way, which made you ask all kinds of questions to the brunette-haired male. The meanings behind them once he had told you before had always been well, meaningful!

The way he strummed his guitar every time he played the songs you basically now knew by heart were just awfully pretty. It was like he had been playing since a child. Though, in which was true to a sense, as he told you once before. In fact, he had once said that Phil, his father, had begun teaching him how to play acoustic instruments, but nothing really got his attention. All except the guitar. The guitar he started playing on is the very same one he had been using and playing all his life.

Here he was, sitting in your home on one of the bar stools as you were making a simple dinner. Why? Well, let's just say he hadn't seen you in a long time and wanted to snag the chance to be with you. You were considered a super close friend to him, despite how long you guys have been together as friends. About a year? No, two. Wilbur didn't keep track, as he was having too much fun with you to realize it. It honestly made him happy he got to meet someone enthusiastic like you in his life. Ever since he lost a couple of friends, he had seemed down in the dumps. But you always made him happy. You could be talking about your day and how you ranted and nitpicked at how you saw the situation and he'd be laughing at you for being such a perfectionist.

Honestly, he thought it was a nice trait to have, as it would be proven useful. In some cases, he'd leave mud in your home on occasion when he came to visit from some wacky adventure and you'd scold him, followed by much screaming from you. While he did not like being treated like a child, he did think you were amusing when you got heated at something so small.