Wilbursootstory Stories

"but wilbur still knows. he walks up to you and tilts your chin up, "it'll be okay, the storm can't get you when you're inside, i promise," and softly kisses the top of your head. he always knows how to make someone feel better, and it's definitely one of the things you love most about him." - after a long year of studying in france, you finally get to spend summer vacation in your homecity of london. with wilbur as your boyfriend and tommy, tubbo, and ranboo as your best friends, you cannot be happier. but when a strong storm starts to brew, it forces you all to be trapped in wilbur's flat. by the way, is now a good time to mention that you're terrified of thunderstorms due to a traumatic childhood experience? it may be too late for that, my bad.

coming out and turning the corner, a huge blob almost knocks the wind out of me. shit, that was unexpected. 'oh my gosh! i'm so sorry, are you okay?' a soft accented voice asks me. i'm startled by the collision, so it takes me a few moments to recenter myself. i look down with my hand pinching the bridge of my nose. the first thing i notice is this person's giant doc martins. he's standing pretty close to me, but i don't blame him since we, just like, collided. i look up at the voice. no, that's his shirt. i look even more up. okay, there we go. that's his face. he's hella tall. i freeze a tiny bit at the sight of him. oh shit, he's cute.