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Hiya i was wondering if I could make a request? I was thinking the reader riding the subway with wilbur and it's PACKED so they're in a corner talking and giggling in hushed tones while wilbur as his arm around the reader holding her

Thank you so much! You're stories are amazing

oh im sorry I wasn't ready for ONE OF THE BEST REQUESTS I am so excited to write this /pos

thank you so much for requesting and the kind words! ily <3

{Subway Smoothness} Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

pronouns: she/her

word count: 1720

trigger warning: tight spaces?

a/n: making this friends to lovers typa thing

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You sat on Wilbur's sofa on the opposite end of where he was. This was your thing together. Every week, you two would pick a day and hang out all day or at least for the majority, rotating what house you stayed at.

This was Wilbur's week. Honestly, you preferred going over to Wilbur's rather than him coming to your place; you always had a mess to clean up and Wilbur had a lot more to do than you did.

Your house was nice if you just wanted to talk, but Wilbur had a bunch of games and other sources of entertainment. However, today ended up being the ‘let's enjoy each other's company’ type of day.

You both sat quietly on your end of the sofa, the only noise coming from your tiktok fyp and Wilbur's audio clips from the music he was working on. You sent him funny tiktoks every once and a while and you might hold a quick minute or so conversation, but nothing too in depth.

After an hour of not interacting that much, you get fed up. That was a nice break and all, but Wilbur was your best friend and you only got to see him once a week.

You broke the silence, "I wanna go somewhere. Like ice cream somewhere."

"Alright," Wilbur replied. "You wanna go to a parlor or get something from the store?"

"Of course I wanna go out to a parlor!" You replied. "They have the best ice cream!"

"Alright lemme grab my car keys and-"

You cut him off, "Let's take the subway. We always take your car and it's time for a change."

He shrugged, standing up, "Well then, I guess I'll go get my wallet and stuff."

You had to of picked the worst time to get ice cream. How could you miss the fact that it was a little after 5pm and everyone was getting out of work? You and Wilbur both decided to wear masks despite being fully vaccinated; it was just so crowded. It took at least ten minutes just to get near the doors.

The doors opened up and Wilbur cut in front of you. Not in a rude way, but in a ‘I'm tall and people let me through’ way. You grabbed onto the back of his shirt and let him lead you in. He stopped near the back center and grabbed onto the overhead rail.

He looked down at you, pushing his elbow out, "Just hang onto my arm, that way you don't go flying."

"Good thinking," You replied. You hung onto his arm with one hand. You didn't want it to look so romantic and like you two were a couple, even if that was how you wished it would be.

Out of nowhere, there was a rush of people, all seeming to belong to some charity group. They all pushed their way in, a lady approached Wilbur.

"Is there a way that you and your girlfriend could move to the back? We got some kiddos in our group and we need to make sure they're all with an adult. You two look really nice and I hoped that you would understand."

"Oh I'm not-"

Wilbur cut you off and took a step back, "Oh yeah of course! No worries!"

He continued to step back with every child-adult pair that came through, which was way too many. They should've waited for the next train, but they were already here and made all this effort. You and Wilbur ended up in the corner. Literally in the corner. If this was Minecraft, you would be glitching through. You tried to stand your ground and stay a couple inches away from Wilbur, but it just wasn't possible. You saw even more people trying to squeeze in and the whole group was getting pushed back further and further.

You looked behind you and up at Wilbur, "There's so many people! I don't think they can all fit!"

He laughed, "Oh they'll fit alright. C'mere y/n." He tugged at your shoulder, pulling you into his chest with your back leaning against him, "They're gonna need more space than we do, especially with children."

It took you a second to respond. You could see the light red rue in your cheeks from your reflection in the adjacent window. Wilbur was right though, it would be more problematic to a child to be pushed up against an adult than you pushed up against Wilbur.

"Yeah..." You struggled to find words. "Makes sense. I just don't get why they didn't wait for the next train."

"I couldn't tell you," You felt Wilbur start to run his hand up your side. "I just need to quick grab onto something before the train moves."

His hand stopped touching you the second he found space to slide it out and over your head. "What about-" You were gonna ask Wilbur what you should hang onto, but the train answered for you.

It suddenly jolted forward. You took a small step forward with the little room you had, but it was Wilbur slyly catching you with his free arm and pulling you back to him that saved you from falling onto other people.

You both laughed, "I got you." He assured. "This was such a great idea of yours."

You shuffled in your spot in a bad attempt to lightly whack him into some sense, "Well I didn't think Miss. Frizzle would bring a whole class on here now did I?"

You both bursted out laughing, causing other people to look over and stare, "Shhhh, shhhh." You whispered to him, trying to catch your breath.

"Awe," The lady from earlier commented. "You two are so cute. I miss young love. How long have you been together?"

"We're not-" Wilbur pinched you to get you to stop talking.

"High school sweethearts!" He proudly replied, his head held high.

"Wow!" She replied. "That doesn't happen often! What's the secret?"

You went to pull your hands up to make some sort of ‘we're not together’ gesture, but Wilbur was quick to notice and grabbed your hands and pulled them down, interlocking your fingers together.

"There's no secret when you've found the one that makes you a better person. I knew from early on by the way she treated me that I couldn't lose her. I snatched her up real fast didn't I, Love?" He leaned down close to your ear, "Play along."

You shook your head, "Quite literally. Right off my feet at Junior Prom. Such a smooth boy he was. Swept me right off my feet and still does today."

The lady held her hand to her heart, "Ugh, so cute. I can tell by the way you two look at each other how madly in love you two are." She glanced down at your hands, "Where's the ring?"

"T-The ring?" You stuttered out.

"The engagement ring!" She clarified. "Don't tell me you've two been together for years and talk this way about each other and aren't gonna get married! You gotta get on that young man!"

Wilbur took his hand off the rail and scratched the back of head, "I do, don't I?"

The train came to a halt. You looked up and saw the exit you wanted to get off on, "Oh, Babe! This is our stop." You semi-forcefully wiggled yourself out of his grip.

"It was nice meeting you two!" The lady called.

"You too!" Wilbur replied, trying to catch your hand from you.

The second you both were a good distance away from the subway and out of people's way, you turned around. You waited for Wilbur to catch up, and when he did, you shoved him back. "Wilbur Soot!" You yelled at him.

"What!" He asked. "This is unnecessary aggression!"

"Why didn't you tell that lady we're just friends!" You asked.

Wilbur stepped closer to you, "How were you gonna explain to her that we interact the way we do and we're 'just friends'? Don't tell me you would rather have the 'you two should get together' speech!"

You stopped, "Are you implying that we're more than friends?"

Wilbur gently took your hand, "Well-I-sorry. That came out wrong. I meant-well-erm..." He deeply sighed, "She wasn't wrong y'know. When she was talking about the way I look at you. My friend's been calling me out for it for the past year now. I'm sorry y/n, I should've let you interject when you wanted to. That wasn't fair of me. I just got excited that we could play-pretend for a second."

"Don't be sorry," You walked into his chest and basically forced him to hug you. You could tell that he was regretful from how tense he was. You rubbed his back up and down in an attempt to get him to relax. There was no reason at all for him to be tense or sorry. "It was fun! And I must admit-" You backed up for a second to lock eyes with him, your heart skipped a beat. "When I called you 'Babe'-I didn't plan that. It kinda just happened. It was natural to me and it felt..."

"Right," Wilbur finished your sentence. "I think I know how you feel... When that lady was calling us a couple, telling us about how cute we are together, it felt right. It made sense."

You nodded, "It did. I really liked the sound of it..."

"I really loved holding you!" Wilbur blurted out seemingly by accident. "I mean-it was nice! I've always wanted to give you more affection than just 'hello' and 'goodbye' hugs."

"Just get to the point, Wil," You whispered.

"The point?” He repeated. “The point is that I should’ve asked you out earlier. I’m too late ain’t I?”

“Too late?” You asked. “Wilbur, the only thing I look forward to is seeing you! I text you more than I text my mother! Everything I do subconsciously revolves around you! There is no such thing as too late with me.”

Wilbur smiled at you. You giggled at his flustered look. Neither of you expected to have this conversation today, or ever. All because of this lady on a subway. Crazy world it is.

“We should get going on our ice cream date, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded and took his hand, “We should.”

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Hi! Im new to your blog and I love your whole Wilbur masterlist. I was wondering if you could write about Wilbur waking up to Reader having a nightmare? Then comforting them. Have a great day/night!

eeeeek thank you sm!! thank you for requesting!

{Nightmares} Wilbur Soot x Reader

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: idk ask mobile why they don’t let you highlight more than one line

trigger warnings: clowns, sleep paralysis, bad formatting because mobile is actual trash

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You shot up and patted around the bed. You were trying to stable yourself from…nothing?

What? That was a dream?

It was not a dream, more if a nightmare. A nightmare that was so good at manipulating your emotions, you thought that it was a real.

The nightmare. For some reason your brain was terrified of Wilbur leaving you at some carnival and everyone leaves you there with some clowns. It didn’t even make sense. You and Wilbur have never gone to a carnival, and clowns weren’t even your worst fear.

“You alright?” Wilbur groaned out.

“Wil?” You asked. “Oh god, did I wake you up?”

“Well…” He started. “Kind of. You aggressively patted me in the face. Starting to think that wasn’t on purpose?”

You buried your head in hands, hiding from the guilt you felt. In the face? Really? “I’m sorry, I didn’t. Go back to bed.”

Wilbur turned toward you, resting his head in your lap and lazily tossing his arm around your waist, “You woke me up for a reason, whether you wanted to or not. Wanna talk?”

“No, no,” You told him. “Go back to bed.”

Wilbur muffled out something else but it was hard to make out. You gently lifted his head up and slid back down to a laying position. You weren’t one to sleep on your back, but Wilbur looked so comfortable and peaceful that you couldn’t move him. You rested one hand on his back and the other behind your neck.

When you were just about to about to fall back asleep, it happened again. Instead of a normal dream, the black void was filled with faces of clowns, getting closer and closer to you. You tried to wake yourself up, but you couldn’t open your eyes. No matter how much you focused, you just couldn’t escape. The worst part, you were fully aware.

Gotta get up, gotta get up….

The more you stayed in this paralyzing state, the worst your thoughts got and the more you lost control.

If I don’t get up, they’re gonna kill me

You made once last attempt to move and try to get Wilbur up to wake you up, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t move. You gave up. You couldn’t move or scream for help. Just as they were about to catch you, you jolted up with a squeak.

“y/n?” You woke up Wilbur again. “What’s going on?”

You were still in shock from your nightmare and was trying to wrap your head around what just happened.

“y/n?” Wilbur repeated.

“G-go back to bed,” You told him. “I’m alright”

He sat up next to you, “Not this time. Something isn’t right. Tell me what’s going on in the pretty mind of yours.”

You sighed and flopped over, leaning against his shoulder. Wilbur instantly put his arms around your shoulders and grabbed one of your legs to get you to move closer to him, “I’m just having nightmares.”

“That was more than just a nightmare,” Wilbur pointed out. “It’s okay, just tell me what’s going on for that I can help you.”

“Okay, it’s a nightmare, but extreme. Like normally I can wake myself up and it doesn’t happen again, but this time…the second time…I couldn’t get myself up. I was trapped in my own body and I tried to wake you up, but I couldn’t move or anything,” You explained.

“What was it about?” Wilbur asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know why, but clowns, just chasing me and at one point, I could feel them. Does that make sense? Like I lost connection to all reality and thought I was actually gonna die.”

Wilbur rubbed the back of your head, threading your hair with his fingertips, “Sounds like you have some sleep paralysis. Does this happen often?”

You shook your head, “This was the first time. I don’t understand why it happened.”

“Let’s go get you some water and tell me if it happens again, alright?”

“Alright,” You agreed.

Wilbur slipped out from under you and pulled you off the bed with him. Before he took another step, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and hugged you tightly, “Maybe we should stay up for a while?”

“Just a little bit,” You agreed.

“We should watch a clown horror film,” He playfully suggested.

You pushed him away from you, “I can get the water myself, you go back in that bed.”

You started to walk away and you could hear Wilbur jogging to catch up with you, “Wait! y/n! I was joking!”

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{Alice By the Hudson} Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader

summary: another classic friends to lovers Wilbur Soot x Reader. You and Wilbur and laying down, watching the sky turn dark and you express how done you are with boys. Can Wilbur change your mind?

pronouns: she/they

word count: 2434

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You and Wilbur walked down to the dock but veered off to the right to lay in the green grass beside the glistening water of the river. It was a warmer summer night, just enough to get avid walkers on the break of sweat.

“What made you bring me down here tonight?” Wilbur asked you, his legs extended out in front of him while his arms supported his weight behind him.

You sat down next to him and copied his position, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, a smile played upon his lips, “You always ask me to come down here when you wanna get something off your chest, then cover it up by saying ‘it was a nice day’.”

You rolled your eyes and huffed. He wasn't wrong, in fact, he was smack on the dot. You always felt bad that he was the one who dealt with your venting, but he was the only one that you cared enough about to get his opinion.

“Well-” You hesitated. “Just things.”

“Things you say?” Wilbur repeated. “What kind of things?”

“Thingy-things…” You chuckled out.

He chuckled with you, diverting his attention on the small waves that the wind created in the river and refocusing it on you. “Come on, y/n, don’t feel bad you wanna talk. You know I love talking with you,” He assured you.

You smiled your blush away, “Always had a way with words, Soot.”

Although you were not looking at him, you could feel that he was smiling back at you. He knew how easily he got you flustered, but also understood that it was your natural reaction. It wasn't because it was him.

“We just got here,” You pointed out. “Are you sure you’re ready for me to emotion dump on you?”

He nodded, “You have all my time.”

His words-they way he said them, the way he chose them so carefully, it was all warm. He never said anything or said something in a way to make you hurt. Wilbur was truly your best friend in times like this.

“Jared-”

“That asshole,” He interrupted.

“‘The asshole’, yes,” You confirmed. “Well remember how I told you that he was going to take me to that movie last weekend?”

Wilbur nodded, “Yeah the one with the knights and stuff. You were excited to see it. Well-that’s what you said, but I think you were more excited for the food-”

“I get it, Wil!” You angrily laughed. “You know me better than anyone, you don't need to remind me over and over again.”

“I’m sorry, go on.”

“Well I go there and his location says he’s there. So I go searching and he isn't answering his messages but he sent me a screenshot of the tickets so I was like ‘oh I’ll go there and see if he’s waiting there’. So I go there and there's some chick sitting in the seat he sent me. So I very kindly am like ‘hey, i think you got the wrong seat, you might be one over’ and at the same time we show each other the exact same screenshot that Jared sent both of us! Can you believe that Wil?” You looked over at him.

He drew his head back in disgust, “I told you that mother fucker was no good y/n! I told you over and over again that if he wasn't going to make the commitment that he was never going to!”

You threw your hands in the air, “We made out and stuff though! Sure we weren’t together but we still were!” You looked out at the river and sighed, relaxing your arms to the side, “Maybe it’s not him. Maybe it’s me. This isn't the first time I've gotten played.”

You felt Wilbur gently place his pinky on the back of your hand, “It’s not you, y/n. I promise you that it is not you.”

Your heart jumped at the mix of his words and touch. You looked at him, but he was also looking at the river. “Normally you would be right, but I don’t think you are this time. No one gets played this many times in almost the exact same way. I’m just done with boys. They’re stupid.”

Wilbur broke character a little bit and laughed, “I’m stupid?”

You shook your head, smiling, “You? You might be the stupidest of them all.”

“All jokes aside,” Wilbur recollected both of you back to the issue at hand, “In all of these stories you tell me on a monthly basis, it all comes down to boys not wanting to commit, but you’re always ready to commit. I think that is where you are going wrong.”

“We’re young, Wilbur. No one wants to commit at this age.”

He nodded in agreement, “You do got me there. I think it's gonna be hard to find someone that has much love to give that you do.”

You tilted your head at him, “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying that I’m giving my love away?”

He laughed at the absurd statement, “Of course not. I’m saying that in that heart of yours-” He pulled his hand off of yours and pressed a finger to your heart, “There’s a lot of love. Love that someone has, you just don't know it yet because these buffoons are trying to distract you and take love that isn't theirs to have.”

“I need to stop trying to get with people,” You admitted. “Everyone is just gonna keep backstabbing me and chipping away at my mortality.”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Wilbur exclaimed. “You’re y/n about us being young! But that is what is so great! Young love! We’re in our golden days! Now is the time to enjoy love before it grows old.”

You buried your head in your hands, “You’re making no sense.” You whispered just loud enough that only you would hear it.

“Please don’t get all down on me, y/n,” Wilbur begged. “I hate seeing you like this. Can I hug you?”

Head still buried in your hands, you nodded, giving him the okay to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his chest. Your knees rubbed together as you leaned your frame into his. The size difference made you feel so much safer in his arms. Wilbur is just too good to be true.

“Wil?” You thought out loud. “How come you never ask any girls on dates?”

His fingers tapped your side repeatedly as he thought, “Why are you so curious?”

You shrugged, “You’re so caring and kind with me. On top of that you’re so knowledgeable and in touch with your feelings that you have the time to understand your mind. I just don't understand why you don't want to share that with someone. Surely a guy with as big a heart as you loves someone.”

He nodded slowly, “Sure I do.”

You looked up. Your chin rested against the bottom of his shoulder blade and you caught the bottom of his eyes in yours, “Why don’t you go give it? What’s the point of having this much love and no one to give it to?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” He quickly replied. “I-I mean, I guess you’ve been trying to. Just to the wrong people.”

After a quick minute of debate, you pulled away from his hug and returned to your previous position. Wilbur coughed away the awareness.

“I’ve done enough talking,” You decided. “I wanna hear more about your girl.”

“My girl?” He questioned. “What makes you think I have one?”

You shrugged, “I know you. You have someone you love and you’re not telling me. It’s not really fair that you get to hear all of my ‘adventures’ and I never get to hear any of yours.” He stayed silent, refusing to mention anything about his secret lover. “Come onnnnn. We’re best friends. I just wanna know a little something. You have all these great ideas about love but never talk about your own love. I'm just curious.”

He looked over his shoulder and back at you, “We have very similar love you know.”

You looked back at him and bit your knuckle, “Humor me.”

“I’m offended that you think that I would be joking at a time like this,” He told you. “I’m being serious. I think you’re so interested in my ideas of love because they’re exactly like yours. I just…I just don't go out and try to share it with everyone. That’s the difference between you and me. I’m willing to wait for my love and you are out there chasing it.”

“So there is a girl!” You excitedly clapped your hands. “Oh please Wil tell me about her! I’m sure she’s your dream girl. A guy like you would only date his dream girl.”

“Did you not just hear a word I said?” He questioned. In fact, you didn't hear what he just asked you, so you nodded excitedly back. “Jesus christ…”

“I’m excited for you!” You confessed. “Any girl would be lucky to have you! I don't see anyone turning you down. Why don't you go ask them out?”

“Ask them out…” He trailed off. You followed the track of his eyes. He was scanning the area where the grass met the river and occasionally back down at your hand. “I would ask them out if they weren't trying to give their heart away to any guy that looked at her.”

“Wilbur!” You exclaimed. “I am not letting you chase after…after some whore! You’re better than that!”

“You’re a whore?” Wilbur spat out.

You stared at him, dazed and confused. He nervously stared back at you, waiting for your response. You replayed the statement in your head and you still couldn't figure out if he was calling you a whore or not. After the 5th thought, it clicked. You called yourself a whore.

You looked down, embarrassed that it didn't click right away, “Oh…”

“Oh,” Wilbur repeated.

“Wil,” You sighed. “You just heard my whole ramble about being done with boys and-”

He cut you off, “I understand. Right now probably wasn't the best time and all. It just happened to slip. I’m your best friend and everything and-”

“I’m not mad,” You interrupted. “You’re-you’re an amazing guy. I just said earlier about how any girl would be lucky to have you... I take that first part back, you’re more than amazing. But I wasn’t lying about what I said earlier, the part about not wanting to date…”

Without any words, Wilbur took your hand in his, “Hold on. Lemme talk, just really quick. The number one thing that I admire about you is your love. Your love isn't just the quantity, it's the quality. I see you give it to all of these other people and-”

You ignored the part about letting him talk, “And you waited. You were patient with me. That’s what makes you so great! You have such a solid understanding of life and what you want to do, but I don't. I mess up everything all of the time.”

You just noticed how close you gravitated towards him. You wanted him, everything in you wanted him. Your body, your brain, your love. It wanted all of him.

Wilbur shakily brought his hands to your cheeks and pulled you against his forehead. His hands were big enough to cover your entire cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hands and closed your eyes. You felt him rub his fingers against you as light as a feather.

“All of these other boys,” He started. “They see you for your beauty and that is it. They know how good you look and how you will give them all of your love, but they won't give any back because they don't see what I see. I am so lucky to be able to see the goofy side of you. The side you only show on late night phone calls. And they don't get to see how excited you get when you talk about something you love. They don’t understand you like I do. I understand that love that you have because I have it for you, and it's just for you-don't you see that?”

Your head spun as you were still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Everytime you tried to speak your breath hitched, leaving Wilbur without a response. But he understood you the way that no other boy did. He knew exactly what you were trying to say.

His right hand shifted slowly back to your neck, pulling you closer to his lips. Just before they would touch, he paused. Your breathing was heavy, yet controlled and Wilbur slowed his own down to match yours. You smiled, nodding your head.

Wilbur moved his other hand back more and leaned down, meeting his lips with yours. The kiss was slow and timid at first, but the more comfortable you got-the more right it felt-the more you leaned into him. Your hands hovered in the air, unsure of what to do with them. It made you think back to Jared and you abruptly ended the kiss by pulling back. Wilbur chased your lips but quickly stopped when he noticed you were intentionally pulled away.

He kept his hand on the back of your neck and made sure you didn't get too far away from him. He leaned back to read the look on your face, “Don't be afraid of the love that you have, y/n.” He whispered, “I won't let you down like the other boys did.” And with that he leaned back in to kiss you. You could never get enough of him. His kisses felt like heaven to you as he made sure every move was out of love and good intention. He was soft and gentle to not scare you away.

Loving the way he made you feel when he kissed you, you shifted your way into his lap. You felt him stop for a second to smile before capturing your lip. You slung your hands around his waist and hugged him while he gave you the best butterflies you had ever felt.

You became absolutely obsessed with one another and had no clue how to stop, but eventually you did. His hands dropped from your neck and cheek to behind your back, pulling you closer so that he could tuck you away into his body.

“Take my heart, y/n,” he whispered into your ear. “Take it.”

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hello!!! it's my birthday today! so I was wondering if I could get wilbur x reader where it's her birthday? thanks !!

happy bdayyyyy! do you feel older yet? /j. thank you for requesting! kinda honored that i get to write your birthday fic!

{Birthdayyyyyy} Wilbur Soot x Reader

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“You don’t celebrate you’re birthday?” Wilbur repeated for like, the 100th time.

Today was your birthday, and the answer to his question was yes. On your birthday, you typically didn’t celebrate and you avoid social media all day. People who you don’t even know who’s apparently “family” will tell you “I remember when you we’re only as tall as my knee! Happy birthday y/n!” like hello? Do you know them now? No, no you don’t.

“I’m not a fan, Wil,” You told him. “It’s not my cup of tea.”

“Well, we’re together now and I want to celebrate, with or without you,” He crossed his arms, looking down at you, bulging out his bottom lip to form a plead.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine. 2 hours and that’s all.”

Wilbur jumped up excitedly. Once calm downed, he cupped your face with his palms and tenderly kissed you. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling while it lasted. He pulled away, “It’s nothing too fancy, but get something decent on.”

“I want to wear sweatpants,” You told him.

“Then we’re sweatpants! I’m gonna dress up a little so if you really wanna look casual with me, that’s fine,” He disappeared around the corner, heading towards your shared room.

You rolled your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror. You decided that what you were wearing was good enough and you just needed to brush your hair out a little and maybe minimal make up.

As you were about to finish up, Wilbur walked in from behind you, looking gorgeous as always. He wore a nice button up shirt and darker pants with a gold belt. Basically the complete opposite of you, “Almost ready?”

“Now that I’m seeing you, I think that I’m a little underdressed.”

Wilbur shook his head and put his right arm around you back, resting in your side, “If you’re comfortable and like how you look then it doesn’t matter. Finish up now!”

“Okay, okay!” You giggled as he tickled your side, trying to get you more excited.

You must admit, seeing him look so good and putting so much thought into this did make you excited. This was a new feeling for your birthday. You haven’t felt this excited since you were in elementary and we’re gonna have half the class over to celebrate.

You finished up and walked towards the door. Wilbur grabbed his house keys and offered his hand to you, “We’re gonna have a great time, I promise.”

Your cheeks turned a light rose color as you took his hand and he pulled you out the door. You tried walking towards the car, but Wilbur pulled you past it, “Cars are for old people, we’re walking.”

“Walking?” You asked. “You wanted me to get all fancy for a walk?”

“It’s more than a walk!” He ensured. “Where we’re going, we don’t need cars. It’s not too far, I promise.”

“You’re making a lot of promises, Soot.”

He looked back at you, “That’s the point.”

You smiled and let him lead you into the downtown. It honestly wasn’t that bad of a walk. On the way, you stayed close to Wilbur. You hung onto his arm like the gentleman he was and he proudly led you to the town square. In the middle, there were two lone scooters.

“You said you always wanted to try those electric scooters, yeah?”

You smiled back at him. You always commented on the scooter whenever Wilbur drove past them. If anything they were so interesting to you. A new form of public transportation that was always on your birthday list.

“Happy birthday, love.”

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{Pretty Sick} Karl Jacobs x Reader

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pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 871

tw: body image, mentions of throwing up

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You woke up panting, struggling to catch your breath. You have just had the strangest dream about snakes, frogs, and all these different types of amphibians trying to make you their leader? The second you went to wipe your forehead, you knew what caused the strange dream. You were sick, gross, and ugly, the ‘get away from me’, type of sick.

You didn't get sick often, you did your best not to because of the way it affected your body. The worst thing about it was the hot flashes and never being able to maintain a solid body temperature. When you tried to cool off, you got shivers, but if you covered up, it felt like you were on fire.

You looked over your shoulder, Karl was still sound asleep despite your tossing and turning. You didn't want to get him sick too, so you tried getting up. The second you shifted your weight to your feet, you started to feel dizzy.

That was another thing you hated, the dizzy spells. You felt like out of every human on Earth, you had the worst dizzy spells. It always looked like something out of a video game: you were stuttering around, knocking into ledges to keep stable, and you swear your vision turned into some type filter with all the swirls and blurs.

You decided to stop at the bathroom first to try to clean off some of the sweat. The light nearly was enough to make you fall over and go back to bed by the brightness. You moaned and hovered over the sink. You looked terrible; your hair was in snarls, some snot peaking out of your nose, and your tank top was all wrinkled and riding up your back. This was not a good look..

You ran some cold water and put your whole head under it. At this point you might’ve well taken a shower, but you didn't think you had the strength to stand for that long.

You snapped your head up at the sound of a knock at the door. You banged your head against the faucet and groaned.

“Hey, y/n, it's me, Karl. Can I come in?”

You tried to reply, but it came out as mumbles. You wanted to say no. You looked absolutely disgusting and you didn't want Karl to see you like this. You’ve been sick around him before, but never this badly. Karl assumed you said yes and lightly pushed the door open.

“Hey,” He smiled at you and waved.

You shook your head, “Keep outside, I don't wanna get you sick. And shut the door please.”

Karl took a step back, “Are you sure? I don't mind getting sick, it's an excuse to stay at home with you.”

“No, please close the door, I look really gross and disgusting right now. It's better if you just stay in the bedroom, away from me.”

“Now I’m coming in,” Karl walked in and stood behind you. “Sit down with me.”

He put his hand behind your back and helped you sit on the ground. It felt better than you expected. You scooted over to the bathtub and leaned against it, looking away from Karl.

“How long have you been up cutie?” He asked.

“I don't look cute right now,” You told him. “I am covered in sweat and water, have all of these liquids leaking from my nose, and so much sleep in my eyes that you would think it's infected.”

Karl tried to put his arm around you, which you just pushed off, “I meant what I said. Even when you’re sick you’re still the cutest person on Earth. You never answered my question.”

You still didn't look at him, “I’ve been up for a couple minutes, not long. You should go back to bed.”

“Mhm,” Karl shook his head, “I’ll go back to bed once you get some sickness drugs in you and we get you cleaned up.” Karl stood up and bent down in front of you. There was nowhere to look but back at him, “There’s my beautiful y/n.”

You sighed and just nodded to get him to stop pandering you. He moved your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, “Come on, let’s get up.”

You succumbed to his ways and put your arms up. He placed them over his shoulders and grabbed you by the waist. You really didn't want to get him sick, but you had no choice at this point. He placed you on the edge of the toilet and pulled your shirt down, “Do you want me to brush your hair?”

You shook your head, you already felt bad enough, brushing your hair would only add pain.

“Alrighty pretty, let's get you feeling better.”

Karl picked you back up and put you back in bed. He grabbed a spare sheet from the closet and placed it over you. He came back a couple minutes later with some crackers, medicine, and a water bottle. You did your best to eat, but you were scared of throwing up. Karl stayed with you the rest of night, and somehow he never got sick. You eventually fell asleep watching some of your friends stream.

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