THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO. I HAVNT DELETED IT SINCE ITS DONE QUITE WELL AND STILL GETS COMMENTS AND READS SO I WONT TAKE IT DOWN. AND YES. I KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS.

This is another Wilbur x Reader Story, hope you like it:) *** Disclaimer, the title of the story has not much to do with the actual content of it lmao *** Just wanted to mention that I am not writing in my native language so the spelling is not going to be perfect, but anyways enjoy! *** Also the cover is from pinterest:3 *** Rankings: 02.01.2023: 1. in wilbursootxreader 02.01.2023: 12. in lovejoy 02.01.2023: 13.in Tubbo 25.03.2023: 2. in wilbursoot 27.04.2023: 10. in smp 01.01.2024: 100k reads THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH:D

"What are we going to do about the woman?" The blond said, either oblivious to the fact that you could hear him, or just simply not caring. The other man stood up and turned to where you were sitting on the top of the hill. You were immediately struck with his height. He was taller than anyone you had ever seen before, and you couldn't help but be taken aback. He had fluffy brown hair that fell in soft waves on his head, and his eyes were a shade of light brown that had a distinct sparkle in them. A pair of round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. You felt his gaze fall on you and trace an outline over you. Wilbur soot x reader I'm gonna apologize in advance. This one's a rollercoaster of emotions 😅 (Art is not mine, credit goes to the artist)

it was always their undying love. they were always childhood friends. but what happens when they get separated? what happens when they meet again but fate won't allow their love. will death do us part I guess.

You have been traveling the apocalyptic world for who knows how long. The only thing you have is your sniper, a pistol, and the clothes on your back. Until you meet a suspiciously handsome man living on a freeway. This is my first story so please be kind! Reader goes by they/them pronouns Sorry if there are any weird switches in perspectives, again this is my first story. here's a playlist (wip) based off of this book! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0hkHc4EPKJNe3pm4GU6oxM?si=zK3FGiIaQT-E1mksABW6tQ

[COMPLETED] NIKI NIHACHU X FEM!READER y/n is jack manifolds twin sister. what happens when one day they need one more person for a game of among us and Jack invites her

🟥 This is a sequel to Late Night Meets © 🟥 ... Wilbur has changed ever since.. The incident. He blamed himself completely. If only he hadn't taken Quackity home that day, everything would have been fine. He's changed. He's changed too much. His love is in the hospital. They don't know when, or if he will wake up. Since then, Things are different. #1 in snazzy 1/22/23

Some people from the smp go to the USA and travel around the states, picking up others from the smp as well. hope you enjoy the story. like the sturniolo triplets? check out some of my other story's:) <3

Quackity doesn't have the best parents, but hes got Wilbur, whos always been there whenever his parents were in arguments, or when his father came home drunk some nights, He'd just go meet up with Wilbur. Of course i will give some warnings: -Alcohol -Pill usage -Abuse - Violence -Arguing Ect. but i'll give warning before it happens- Enjoy-! 3rd place on TNT March 8, 2022 1st place in TNT October 26, 2022 2nd place in Quackbur March 14,2022

Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words "POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC" splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, "are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don't think-I'm not sure-what if I can't write poetry?" Mr. Sam's dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it's not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it's about if you want to." or: The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.