hopefully you read that lil imagine thing first, cause if you didn't, you most likely will have zero idea wtf ur boutta read💀 anyway, my first sugar rush x DSMP lil thing.
(I'm just imagining what I believe Wilbur would be in the sugar rush universe btw)
vanilla racer reader x honey!racer wilbur
Wild crowds, Loud yelling, and adoring fans wasn't out of the usual now. Especially, for another Racer you know, Wilbur. I mean, he's a looker alright. Almost looks like prince.
It was rare that you both has an ACTUAL interaction, meaning an interaction that didn't lead to you getting pissed off at him. The least of an 'Interaction' that racer would give you was a teasing smile as he'd walk past you with friends of his. You swear, He gets upset because he doesn't place 1st one time...
You and Wilbur are practically both rivals though-- You've both been fighting before and after races for MONTHS on end now. And these fights always have to do with first place...
Now, to the present. Where you sit, with a gumdrop wrench in your hands, fixing your kart, wiping swear off your forehead, while working in possibly one of the warmest garages to ever exist.
'Does anybody have screws?!' you yelled from across your area. Most if not all of the people around you shrugged their shoulders, knowing they have bigger fish to fry. 'Ask Wilbur, He surely has some!' Yelled back another Racer. You couldn't tell who it was, Considering you could barely even hear yourself from how loud the garage itself was, but your eyes opened wide.
'Wilbur...Wilbur out of all people?' You got up from the corner of your kart, and took a deep breath before slowly walking up to Wilbur's area.
You took a step into Wilbur's area with hesitance, You cleared your throat before muttering anything. 'Wilbur, Could you lend me some screws by chance?' Wilbur quickly turned his head to you, With a smirk on his face. He got up from working on his wheels, and faces you. 'And why should I?' He still had that stupid smirk. '...So I can drive' You answered back, Questioning his choice of words.
Wilbur shrugged. 'Oh, Okay.' Wilbur turned around, Opening what looked to be a tool box and handing you a pack of what looked to white candy cane screws. He smiled at you as he handed them back, To your shock. 'Oh-Uh, Thanks.' Was he actually just being serious? If you had to be completely honest, You thought he was gonna snatch all those screws back right when you had them.
'Are you just gonna stand there? Do you need help with your kart?-' Oh god, You were still there,You never walked away. 'Sorry I got lost in thought--Thanks for the offer though.' You walked away from his area as he waved goodbye to you with a smile. Making the turn back your area, Covering your red face, You quickly went back to working on your kart.
...Maybe Wilbur isn't as bad as you thought.
