❗️OLD ASS UNFINISHED WIP I'M POSTING TO CLEAR MY DRAFTS OF OLD BULLSHIT I DO NOT SUPPORT WILBUR SOOT ANYMORE❗️
Various laughs echoed through your headset drawing your attention back to the group call you were currently in on discord. You had been reluctant to join at first but wilbur had invited you and his offer was hard to refuse. You didn't really mind playing a game with your friends but what wil had failed to mention was that half of them,including him, were going to be streaming. This meant you were half forced to keep up your bubbly personality in front of the many viewers spread across multiple chats. It was fine at first , you just had to get over the tiredness you'd been feeling the past few days, nothing you couldn't handle -but then it started getting worse. About half and hour down your head had started pounding causing you to turn down the volume and try to down a bottle of water, maybe you were dehydrated. This proved not to be the case instead making things worse as too much water on a half empty stomach was slightly nausea inducing.
You thought you were hiding this rather well, making a few jokes here and there but your attentive best friend friend wilbur soot had caught on. You noticed a message notification while waiting for the next round to start 'hey love are you feeling ok... you seem a little quiet today' The pet name made you smile unusually wide but you didn't want to worry him 'just a little headache is all, I'll be fine'. As the game went on you slowly grew more tired and wil hadn't failed to notice the gradually increasing number of coughs and sniffles from your end of the call. Another notification pinged through 'we've been going at this for hours now and you seem more and more miserable I'm sure no one will mind if you leave' 'wil I promise you I'll be fine, it can't be long left' For the next half an hour he played close attention to your actions and when he saw your eyes close for almost 2 minuets it was the final straw. 'Y/n I saw you falling asleep you need to go get some rest please' 'ok ok wil but only because I want to not because you said so' You quietly turned off your PC and headed to bed, not realising how late it had gotten.
Wilbur woke up to a string of panicked messages from Tommy 'have you seen y/n they were supposed to be in today's stream' 'maybe there just late' 'wil could you fill in for them 'I can just ask Jack instead' No sign of y/n yet was slightly worrying, even more so since they loved Tommy's ylyl streams and never missed them. He shot Tommy a quick apologetic reply before messaging you. 'Hey y/n are you doing okay, Tommy said you haven't shown up for his stream yet'. He hoped you were ok, you seemed rather tired on call yesterday and it sounded like you might be coming down with something.
When you woke up its was a few hours later and you felt awful. You'd been up half the night coughing and now your throat was raw not to mention the hot and cold feelings you hated so much. You went to check the time on your phone and found a message from wil- shit you'd missed Tom's stream. You felt really guilty as you'd promised to be there and he'd have to fill a space on such short notice but this newfound illness (probably the reason for yesterday's tiredness) made you want to curl up in bed and do nothing. Suddenly your phone lit up with a bright picture of wilburs cheery face- great, a phone call, just what you wanted in this state. "Moring wil" you mumbled sleepily "oh finally- where were you Tommy's been frantic, has something happened you sound awful" "probably just a cold or something, I can sleep it off" "you sure... you really don't sound great" yes wil I'll be ok"
Little did you know, things weren't that simple and 'just sleeping it off' proved harder than you first thought. It was now halfway through the afternoon and you were piled under every blanket in the house feeling thoroughly miserable. You knew by the time this was over you'd hate yourself for giving in so easily but right now, you could see no other option. Sighing in defeat, you opened discord and called wilbur, hoping he could make you feel better.
"Hi y/n how are y- oh my god you look like shit"
(Oops, guess I forgot to turn my camera off)
"Nice to see you too" you bite back sarcastically
"Ok ok I'm sorry, but you do seem worse than earlier, are you sure your doing ok?"
"Honestly- I don't think I am, Its only getting worse and I feel utterly miserable I really don't know what to do with myself"
"I was going to say I told you so but I can see now isn't really the time, give me 10 minutes to get stuff ready and I can be over soon, we can watch a film?"
"Wil- you really don't have to honestly" you noticed the stern look on his face deciding its best just to give in "but, if its not disrupting your day, I would really appreciate some company"
"See you in twenty" he said before logging off
You waited a bit until Wilbur got there, getting changed in a half-hearted attempt to look more presentable. When the doorbell rang roughly 10 minutes later, you were so relieved you could practically cry. As soon as you opened the door Wil engulfed you in a warm hug, wrapping his arms around your aching frame. It was the warmest you'd felt for a while, so you allowed yourself to relax into his chest, relishing the comfort it brought, until he spoke up. "Let's move away from the door and get you somewhere more comfortable, sound good?" "Mmm, s' comfortable here s' warm". He chuckled at what you said, ignoring your protests as he lead you to the lounge.
