Wiping tears from your eyes, you ran down the street in the moonlight. You had gotten into a fight with your mom due to your having many missing assignments and her not understanding ADHD. You stopped in front of a house and knocked, sniffling as you waited for the man you called father to open the door.
The door quickly swung open, and before you had time to react, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. You leaned into his touch without hesitation, unable to stop your tears now.
"Hey, hey, calm down, what's wrong?" Wilbur asked, picking you up as if you were a small child and carrying you inside, shutting the door behind him. "Everything is too much; it's too loud; mami's yelling too much," you sobbed, clinging to him and refusing to let go as he attempted to put you down on the couch. Instead, he sat down and carded his fingers through your hair.
"Did you take your medicine?"
You nodded.
"You want tea?"
You nodded again.
He gently unwrapped your arms from his neck, setting you on the couch as he went to the kitchen. You curled up into a ball, sniffling as you heard Wilbur's footsteps in the kitchen. 1, 2, 3, 4. He stopped walking. 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The stove turned on.
With each step you counted, you slowly calmed down, taking shallow breaths so your chest would stop hurting. A few moments later, Wilbur returned with 2 mugs. One with tea, one with coffee. He handed you the tea and sat next to you, sipping on his coffee. "You wanna talk about what happened?" he asked. You shook your head, not trusting your voice. Wilbur hummed, nodding. "Don't feel like it?" You nodded again. "I understand, don't worry," he replied. You smiled and took a big swig of your tea, unable to stop yourself from wishing it had alcohol.
Wilbur didn't miss that look in your eye. "I know I usually give you what you want, but the answer is no," he said. Your head whipped up, looking over at him. "Already locked it all away, so don't think of trying to get some. You're too messed up already and I know how you get on alcohol," he said sternly, looking at you with a stern, yet gentle and caring look in his eyes. You looked down at your mug, huffing. But part of you was glad. He was right, you were too fucked up already.
"So," Wilbur said, after a short pause. "Shit house?" he asked. "Shit house," you echoed. "Shame, thought this family would finally be good for you...." Wilbur said, looking over at you with pity.
Another short pause later, and your eyes filled with tears "Why can't you foster me... Then you can adopt me..." you sniffled, wiping your tears before they fell. "Oh, little melody..." Wilbur sighed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "If I could, I would, but I can't. Too much shit on my record," he sighed. You hiccup, putting the mug on the table before you spilled anything. You wrapped your arms around Wil, burying your face in his overly bright yellow sweater. He started to stroke your hair again, humming softly to calm you.
And that's how you stayed until you fell asleep in his arms, your eyes slightly red from your crying.
Having bad thoughts so have a short (self indulgent)
Dadbur comforts child!reader (GN)
Reader has ADHD, anxiety, and self worth issues. Reader is also in the Gifted and Talented program
Slamming your fists on your desk, you lean back in your chair and you stare at your computer screen. Tears trickled down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away. "Little melody, are you alright?" Wilbur asked, opening your door softly. "I'm fine," you say, your voice strained. Wilbur went over to you, crouching next to you and looking at your computer screen. "Trouble with work?" He asked. You nod, and Wilbur sighed. "Take a break, honey, ok? We can watch a musical if you want, take your mind off it for a bit. You can't work properly if you're overstimulated," he said, standing up and picking you up into his arms. You immediately leaned into him, your tears now pouring out. "Shhh, it's ok honey..." he whispered, carding his fingers through your hair.
"It's not ok; I'm a gifted kid; I shouldn't be struggling!" you choked out. "Just because you're in the gifted program doesn't mean you need to know everything," Wilbur said, carrying you to the kitchen and setting you down on a chair. Even though you were a teenager and hated being treated like a baby, right now you didn't mind it. This was exactly what you needed to calm down right now. Wilbur started to make pancakes, and you wandered to the couch, grabbing a blanket and flopping down.
You didn't know how long you were asleep, but you awoke to Wilbur shaking you awake. "Hey, wake up darling, pancakes are ready," he said. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes and saw a plate full of pancakes on the coffee table. Wilbur pulled you close, turning the TV on and searching for your favourite musical. You two spent the next few hours like that, and eventually, you fell asleep again, finally calmed down
