You recently moved to California with your mom and had to leave your friends and everything else behind. When you started attending your new school, you've suddenly met people you already knew. That's how everything started... [Okay, this is my first story ever so please don't judge me too hard. I'll try my best on th...
This takes place just after the election also most of this won't be cannon. Wilbur and Tommy were in despair they where exiled, they had lost their country. HE had lost his country. You knew you had to help them, you couldn't bare seeing them like this or maybe it was because you couldn't stand seeing Wilbur like this...
Y/n has been with Wilbur since the very beginning from fighting for their great nations' freedom to the very day it was blown up but will she stop to take the time to help him remember or leave him behind?
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ❛𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺- 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘪𝘭?❜ ❛𝘏𝘮? 𝘖𝘩! 𝘏𝘪! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺.❜ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭: 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝟒𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂�...
After Wilbur blew up L'manberg. A man who had forgotten all the sad things in life and a woman who had a secret even she didn't know. What will they do when hardships and sadness come there way? Smut warning! The smut chapters are Chapter Twenty-Three and Chapter Thirty!! Also, the storyline is very inaccurate at some...
You're the typical loner kids in college, y/n, 21, with her best friend, Amelia (Amy), 20. You both have a common interest in the twitch streamer, Wilbur Soot, 23. Things change when you take a 'school trip' through London and get lost by yourself. EDIT: I do NOT support Wilbur Soot after the situation with Shelby. St...
𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 an obsessive desire to set fire to things. TRIGGER WARNING FOR; - manipulation - character death - violence more may be added as the story goes on. WILBUR SOOT X FEMALE! READER
This is intended to be a short book, it moves FAST, like extremely fast. If you want a short read of something, this is for you. However if you are not a fan of short stories like this, then i recommend not reading it.
The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out...