wilbur soot x male reader one shots

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When Wilbur gets home late one night, all his drowsy mind can think to do is sleep. Even so, he knew he had to work on a video for at least an hour to stay on track with his schedule. He opted to make himself some tea instead, heating some water in a kettle while he thought back on his day. His heart warmed at the thought of you dragging him through an amusement park for hours, the feeling of your hand in his, sticks of spun sugar in the other and lingering on your lips. You would look back at him with a grin, your eyes alight, and he couldn't help but smile back at you, a wild stir in his chest. He remembered how you tugged off your sweater and handed it to him when the sun disappeared, bringing on the chill of night. The kettle whistled just as Wilbur realized he was still wearing that very same sweater.

"Shit," he mumbled under his breath, popping the lid of the kettle and turning down the heat. You had already driven home, and Wilbur would hate to call you over just to retrieve the clothing. he would have to hold onto it for at least the night, then return it to you the next day.

Wilbur set down a mug and a teabag, letting it set for a bit, then carried the mug to his room. The man took a seat at his desk, preparing to edit, when something poked his stomach. He paused, feeling down the front of the sweater and realizing that there was a pocket. Wilbur felt around some more and pulled out your iPod; he laughed to himself, endeared with the way you still used it.

Out of curiosity, Wilbur decided to see what you were listening to. He scrolled through albums and song names, a mix of both familiar and foreign titles, enraptured with your interests. The man was about to stop scrolling when he noticed his name in the playlists, a heart written at the end.

Moving of his own accord, Wilbur clicked on the playlist cover and hit the play button. There were dozens of songs listed in the playlist, and it had clearly been something you worked on over a long period of time. His breath caught in his throat as he shuffled through the various titles, noticing that a good majority of the list was made up of love songs. A warm, fluttering feeling took over, and Wilbur's plans to spend the night editing were forgotten. Instead, he breathed in, his eyes shut as he listened to the songs fade in and out. He would return the sweater to you soon enough, but until then, he would let the music carry him.

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