( 05 ) COMFORT WILBURSOOT ✓
WILBUR SOOT x SHE / HER READER
( requested by @xxyourbasictrashxx )

( swearing, period pains 😩 ( and just periods. in general. both terms are accepted ) )

IT HAD, SOMEHOW, GOTTEN WORSE OVER TIME.

OUT OF ALL THE THINGS Y/N had experienced in this cruel, messed up world, nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to the fucking agony she had to endure every month. Nothing could hold a candle to the discomfort and pain she had been experiencing for seven ( or around seven, anyway, if she were lucky it would be shorter ) days every month since she had turned twelve.

Fucking period cramps.

And ohoho, how these things seemed to come at the absolute worst times. She had just arrived back home from a trip to the grocery store ( yes, she had social distanced and yes, she had worn a mask.) and collapsed into the soft material of her and Mr. Wilbursoot's mattress, when she was hit with the realisation that, oh, this was probably the cursed day she'd be plagued by the stupid fetus curse again.

She was right.

Which is why she was currently lying on their couch, face smushed into a pillow as she curled up into a fetal position, trying to think of a way to make the pain go away. She hated periods so much, so much. And while she did appreciate how it gave her a little heads up that, hey, she's not pregnant! but still. Did they have to hurt so much?

To make matters even worse, Wilbur wouldn't be back from the office until 6 in the afternoon. For context, it was 2 P.M.

Yeah, these things were the bane of her existence.

She just wanted to cuddle with him, to entangle their limbs together and to just lay her head on his chest and listen to the steady thrumming of his heartbeat. She wanted to brush her fingers through his hair and just cuddle in their bed because holy shit she really needed ( nah more like wanted it, Y/N was probably just needy ) it right then.

The sounds of the comedy show she'd put on the TV had turned into background noise as she held her palms against her abdomen in an effort to stop the discomfort. A glass of water ( call it half-empty, call it half-full, she didn't care what you thought of it ) rested on the coffee table in front of her as she lay on their plain brown couch, an empty jug once full of the same liquid sitting beside it.

Y/N let out a long suffering sigh as she gazed up at the ceiling. It was now 5 P.M., and she doubted this would be a day he would get back early. He said he'd planned on streaming another one of his rebuilding civilization videos, which meant he'd definitely either one; get back home late, or two; get back home late late. She'd never really complained about it, but as she rest there, eyes glued to the blank, white ceiling above her, she wished it wasn't so.

I mean, come on, was it really so much to ask to lay, cuddling in bed with your significant other?

( time skip ! )

It was 6 P.M., and holy shit was she waiting on Wilbur. Call her needy, call her desperate but all she wanted was to hug him and to cuddle with him and to just be with him. Jesus.

She'd taken a nap a few minutes after five, and had woken up unfortunately not to Wilbur shaking her shoulder softly as he brushed a part of her hair away from her face and told her she needed to sleep in the bed because he knew she'd complain about her back aching from sleeping on the couch, but to the loud as fuck racket the TV protagonists were making as they rolled around like idiots, trying to dodge the bullets of the antagonists.

Y/N reached up and rested her forearm on her head, sighing-once again-in defeat. He was coming home late today, wasn't he? I mean honestly, what did she expect. There was no telepathic connection between them ( she really did wish there was ), and it's not like she could just text him hey, i'm on my period, could you please come home earlier today so we can cuddle and i can forget about the shitty feeling of going through menstruation?

Well, technically she could, but her pride would never let her. Also, she'd probably be interrupting his stream, and she didn't think his fans would be happy about that. So she lay on the couch, eyelids fluttering shut every few minutes from drowsiness, wishing he'd just come home already.

( time skip ! )

Y/N felt like dying.

It had, somehow, gotten worse over time.

She didn't know how, but sometime after her seventh trip to the bathroom it had gotten even more painful? She was coming close to setting up a petition against periods because oh my god why did God think it would be a good idea to curse literally anyone ever to exist with this stupid... thing.

She couldn't even think straight. Oh, joy.

After a few minutes of contemplating whether or not she should go steal another chocolate bar from the pantry, she went screw it and stood up, wobbling slightly on her slippers ( that she had stolen from a hotel ). She waddled to the door and stepped in, and immediately her senses were flooded. The sweet, intoxicating smells of things that were far too unhealthy for her, the bright, attention grabbing colors of wrappers the sizes of her fist. She could practically taste the candy now.

Y/N's gaze scanned the labels of the chocolate they had stashed on a shelf ( the amount was alarming ), before she plucked out a packet, fingers already ripping open the packaging. Within a few seconds the warm taste of cocoa and sugar filled her tastebuds, making her nod in satisfaction. Flicking the light in the pantry off, she shuffled outside, where she was going to return to her spot on the light colored couch, but she stopped in her tracks.

He was sitting there, on her spot, She hadn't even heard him come in. She was gone for minutes. How did Wilbur get there so quickly?

Wilbur.

"Will?" Her voice was soft, quiet, timid. It was not at all like the chaotic mess happening in her mind. "What are you doing home? I thought you were gonna get back late today. Didn't you stream another rebuilding civilization video today?"

He smiled at her, and despite them having been together for almost four years now, the familiar feel of her heart fluttering filled her chest.

"Well, Y/N," he said, chocolate-it was one of the reasons she'd loved gazing into their depths-brown eyes twinkling with excitement, "is it bad to want to spend time with you?"

She shook her head, a few flyaway strands of hair resting on the frame of her face.

"No. But today was a stream day. And you usually take even longer at the office when you're doing a one hundred player video."

"You're right," he said, shifting over to make space for her beside him, "but I made it work. Sit with me please," he pat the cushion next to him, "unless you wanna stay standing while we talk."

Y/N plonked onto the couch, her small frame being engulfed immediately by one of Wilbur's bear hugs. Her back pressed into his chest, his head tucked into the crook of her neck, the tips of her ears flushing red as she felt his arms wrap around her and rest on her abdomen.

Wilbur had had a long day. And while it was fun to interact with his fans, playing spider them didn't hold much of a candle to the happiness he felt in Y/N's presence.

She leaned into his touch, letting herself sink into his arms. She had been waiting for this all day. And it was finally here. And-oh. There it is.

Pain. Woohoo.

Y/N shifted around, trying to find a way to stay in the same position while not making it obvious she was uncomfortable. She knew Wilbur would stop the hug if she let him know she was uncomfortable, and she didn't want to stop it any time soon. So she-discreetly, she says-shifted a bit.

Her efforts were in vain.

"Are you okay?" Wilbur asked, his breath tickling her ear, and she felt herself flush but oh for fucks sake Y/N now was not the time for that. "You're moving around a lot."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

She was not fine.

She shifted a bit more.

"If you're uncomfortable, we can try doing something else," Wilbur said, frowning.

"No!"

It had come out in more of a shout than the quiet reply she had been aiming for, and she cringed at the volume of her voice. Y/N cleared her throat.

"I mean, no, I'm fine," Y/N said, embarrassed. "It's just, uh, pains."

His eyebrows creased. "Pains?"

"Period pains," she cleared up. "I have period pains and it kinda... hurts."

His mouth formed an o shape.

"Oh." Wilbur let go of her and moved around so he wasn't holding her anymore. She sank into the cushions behind her, wrapping her forearms around her lower body. He turned to face her. "Do you need anything? Can I help?"

Y/N shook her head, hearing the wrapping of the chocolate bar crinkling in her palm. "Not really. I just wanted to hug. I've been waiting for you to come back. I thought you'd be later, it's why I was so surprised when I saw you."

Wilbur frowned. "Why didn't you message me?"

"I didn't wanna bother you," she muttered, fiddling with the choco bar in her hand. His gaze softened.

"You wouldn't bother me," he said. "I would've just moved the stream to another day. They'd understand."

She sighed, giving him a look. "You were so excited though." She tried shifting again, before giving up and flopping back onto the couch in defeat. "Can we please just hug? I just wanna hug."

Wilbur stayed quiet for a second, before he nodded. "Okay." He held out his arms and she let herself be cuddled. Y/N sank into his embrace. "Hugs."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

- i didn't know how to end this. am sorry :(

- also i've finally been getting requests which is awesome :D this was, in fact, a request. which is kinda why i feel bad for not finishing it and making it so half assed :(

-am sorry basic trash. i did not do ur request justice 😔

- hopefully the next one is better :((

ily all!
lea <3

EDITED 1 AS OF 5.3.21
( NOTE changed it to completed because this is as good as it'll get )