Wilford "Hug-Supplier" Warfstache
Wilford Warfstache x Reader
Warnings: mentions of cancer (fake), anxiety, being overwhelmed, panic attacks, ignoring problems. But Warf is here to comfort you!!
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Your lungs burned as your feet carried you up the spiral staircase, the breeze seemed to shake all the trees just off the grounds but none of it reached you. The same moderate temperature of around 75 degrees that the house was always at, also existed up here on the roof, unfortunately. You sat on the hard ground, your tear filled eyes looking up at the sky trying to find peace. You knew everyone in the house cared for you, but sometimes it was too much. You just wanted to be sad alone so you blocked most of them out from your mind so you could cry alone without Dark’s voice in the back of your head asking where you were and what was wrong.
They just wanted to help you, but some of them were too overbearing. Google always tried to find your symptoms and it always ended up being some form of cancer, which Dr. Iplier agreed and confirmed your death, which made you feel worse. The Jim’s, bless their weird hearts, would just try to film your misery as one of them narrated ‘yep, they're still sad, back to you Jim!’. Actor would just laugh at you like the big asshole he was, offering little to no sympathy until Dark would cut in and threaten him. Dark would then bring you to his study or wherever the house deemed you needed to be.
You were sick of the house thinking it knew what you wanted, so you learned how to shut yourself off from its power. So now you sat on the roof, hot angry tears rolling down your face as you tried to put yourself back together.
Wilford however, walked at a brisk pace throughout the house trying desperately to find Dark. He popped in and out of rooms, before finding him in the kitchen preparing dinner.
“Dark.” He popped up too close behind him, causing Dark to jump a bit before regaining his indifferent appearance.
“What is it Wilford.” he responded shortly.
“Have you talked to y/n? They're upset.” Wilford frowned, his moustache drooping with it.
“I haven’t seen them in hours and I haven’t felt them either." Dark returned his attention to the mac and cheese he was making. “they most likely blocked me out. I guess you’ll have to comfort them.”
“Poppycock! They don't want to see me.” Wilford’s heart hammered against his ribs. Certainly you despised him! He was always the most kind to you because he could see into your heart and saw all of the things that you hid, and he knew you needed that kindness. But it was almost never returned. It really seemed like you hated him.
“Wilford.” Dark’s eyes met his. “They either forgot to block you out or theyre intentionally leaving themselves open so you will find them. Please make sure theyre alright, if not for you then do it for me old friend.” Dark placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as Wilford took in his words.
“Why didn’t you say so, you rascal.” Wilford was scared, but he tried to put on a huge smile for Dark, who merely rolled his eyes at him. Instead of popping himself up to the roof as swiftly as he could, he settled for the slower route. Taking his time for once and thinking about what he would say once he found you. Why had you left yourself open to him? It must be a mistake. He sighed as he opened the back door and trudged up the metal steps, trying to make a bit of noise as to alert you to his presence. He expected you would hear him and tell him to fuck off or something of the sorts but it never came. He found you curled up, your knees to your chest as you sobbed almost mutely.
“Sweetche-” He stopped himself from using that nickname. “Excuse me, my dear friend, but are you okay? Dark asked me to check on you…” He trailed off as you looked up at him, trying to wipe away the tears. “Oh dear…” He frowned and squatted down to your level, his hand reaching out to touch you, but he kept his distance just in case. You outstretched your hand and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer, but he lost his balance, falling on top of you. Both of your faces heated up immediately, Wilford’s entire being froze with fear as he caught himself above you.
“I-I… my friend, im so sorry I never intended….” He stuttered before moving himself to a criss cross applesauce position across from you.
“You’re fine, it was my fault anyway.” You sighed, also fixing yourself. “Sorry you had to see me like this.” You scratched your arms nervously.
“Are you quite alright? I think you accidentally shut out Darky instead of myself.” He asked, trying not to read your mind as he desperately wanted to. He wanted you to trust him enough to tell him yourself. He wanted to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright, but he was nothing but a nuisance to You. He didn’t even know why he agreed to check on you in the first place.
“I just wanted to be alone, but whether I wanted it or not, my dumb brain needed you, so I couldn't block you out.” You laughed in spite of yourself.
“You need me? Whatever for?” Wilford’s cheeks burned again and he tried to will it away but it stayed.
“Comfort.” You sighed. “Can I… this is gonna sound stupid because you probably think I hate you, but can I hug you?” Your eyes met his, and he could see how nervous you were before he scooted over closer and gently patted his lap.
“If you’d like I could hold you and tell you about the stars? Back in the old days, when I was in the war, we would sit and tell stories but, most importantly, try to map out the constellations. I could do that… if you wish?” His voice came across filled with uncertainty, but you settled into his lap, letting his arms encircle your waist. He was glad for a moment of clarity, wanting to stay in this moment with you. You leaned your head back against his chest and looked up at him.
“Thank you.” You reached up and kissed his cheek, Wilford thought he was going to combust on spot. "I don't hate you, I just have a big crush on you and I don't know how to handle it, so I bully you. I'm sorry, Wilford." You added softly.
“Glad to hear it, but shall we shelve that conversation for later? I believe I promised you stars.” He chuckled and laced your fingers together before looking back up at the sky. “Now Orion's belt is one of my favorite’s....”
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The next morning, Dark could finally sense where you were again and was very surprised to find you on the roof, curled into Wilford’s side fast asleep. He wasn’t sure how they got there or how the blankets and pillows appeared as well, but he knew better than to ask questions. He smiled softly at them for a moment before heading back off down the stairs to give them privacy.
