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~Quarantine?~ Wilford Warfstache x Neutral!Reader

"Willllllll I'm boreeeeeeeeeed," You stated blandly, throwing yet another crumpled up piece of paper at Wilford's head.

Wilford took a long drawl of his coffee and set down his newspaper on the coffee table that separated the two of you.

"Well, what do you suggest we do then, sunshine?"

You giggled in your head at the cute name he called you. You didn't dare tell him, but you loved them. "I don't know, but I just got off with the phone company and the WI-FI's going to be out until next Thursday." You groaned inwardly. "Of course the stupid virus isn't helping."

To put it short, you were going insane. Possibly more insane than the famous Wilford Warstache himself.
Normally staying at home all day, eating mountains of food, and watching your favorite Netflix's shows was a dream but when forced to stay inside and only allowed to go out to get what was essential, left you clawing out your eyeballs. Of course, it didn't help that when the virus hit, you were hanging out with your longtime crush and best friend Wilford. Poor Wilford...He had to deal with all your nonsense. Talking about random things like, "Red isn't black and white," and "Every sixty seconds in Africa, a minute passes."
It didn't help that he matched your personality perfectly, saying things like, "The argument on whether water is wet? Overrated. Now the argument on whether lava is wet? Interesting and insightful!"
That's when you started to go feral.

You sunk further into the maroon colored couch which you have been resting on for a couple of days now, not even bothering to move because...what's the point. You're not going into work anytime soon.

Wilford stood up rather suddenly out of the blue armchair and towered next to you soaking in your pathetic image. Greasy hair, sweatpants, a hoodie you've worn since who knows when, and piles of blankets thrown about haphazardly in your family room.

He sighed for what had to be the thirteenth time today, then scooped you up bridal style and carried you towards your room.

"What are you doing?" You asked. You had to admit, being close to him did funny things to your heart and cheeks. His chocolatey vanilla scent was driving you up a wall in comfort. It was like being home and drinking your favorite cup of tea after a long dreary day out in the rain.

Wilford plopped you, rather ungracefully, on your bed and walked to the other side, flopping down beside you. "I'm going to stave off your boredom of course!"

You idly swung your feet off the side of the bed, letting them sway every now and then as you leaned back on your elbows, leaning over and looking all the way back at him

"And why would you do that for me?" Wilford was now lying on his side, propped up on his elbow looking at you with full adoration.

. Honestly, what did you do to deserve a person like him in your life?
Warmness spread throughout your chest as you looked at his soft smile and those kind warm eyes that crinkled in the corners when you told an especially bad joke. You loved him, there was no denying it, but you've been close friends for so long that your flirting attempts were futile and dodged easily.
There were times however when you thought he held the same feeling for you as well. When he thought you weren't looking you would always catch him out of the corner of your eyes seemingly mesmerized by the way you happen to look that day. Or the times where he would do gentle and caring things for you, like this. Taking care of you when he knew how you got down in the dumps being stuck at home or cleaning up around your apartment when you had no motivation to do it.

"I'm your friend, that's what friends do, yes?" He queried.

And then there were the times that broke your heart in two when he really wasn't meaning to. When you and he were out in town window shopping and he would flirt with literally everything that moved. Or when he would talk about these past people he's been with. Someone named Damien and Celine. He would come to you to rant about how it was all his fault.
Even if he didn't love you the way you did him, you could maybe still be his friend, even though it would shatter you to the core.

You flopped back on your bed and huffed. Why are feelings so complicated?

"Is that it?" You questioned quietly, more to yourself than to him, "Is that all I am to you?"

You were surprised by his suddenly calm voice, "Is that what you want me to be?"

You curled yourself up into a small ball, facing away from the man you so desperately wanted to hold on to and never let go. "No," Tears were starting to form in your eyes, "I want more, I want you back but I know it can never be, Wil."

You really hoped he hadn't heard you, but luck was never on your side.

Wilford scooted closer to you and gently cupped your face in his hand. Your cheeks flushed slightly at his closeness, you could smell the wintergreen toothpaste he had used this morning. Wil engulfed you in a sweet gentle kiss that left you desperately longing for more as he pulled away to speak.

"Y/N, sugarplum, I'm in love with you and I always have been. I didn't know how I could show you because I was afraid of rejection, but god, sweets, I love you so goddamn much."

You lay there as your system slowly absorbed his words. You pulled him close to you in a warm embrace, tears dampening his pink-colored shirt. He held you back, equally as tight.

"I love you too...." You whispered, quietly savoring the moment before it was too late. "I wish I didn't have to go, I wish I could stay like this forever."

"I know you want to, hon,but you have to leave. You have to let me go plum." He pushed you away to stare deeply into your eyes, "And never forget, I will always love you."

You woke with a start, eyes frantically scanning the room for any sign of Wil, but he was gone.

It was over.

Author's Note

I'm sorry I feel like all I know how to write is angst XD I hope you enjoyed it!  This was originally posted on my Tumblr for a request.

Request: Wilford x Reader, In quarantine Reader is looking for all kinds of things to do since they can't leave the house unless it's to get essentials. So in their quest to fight boredom Wilford always offers assistance and his company so they can help each other through this. Which is really sweet but not good for reader as she has feelings for him and he's making it really hard to hide them.(ends in confessions and reader being a flustered mess cuz that's what I am tbh)

Thank you for the request from a-okay-rj on Tumblr! Requests are open!