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A Candy Floss Kind of Day (Little!Wilbur, CG! Phil) (REQUEST)

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!warning for a bad word or two!

Setting: IRL
Summary: Phil takes Wilbur to the fair, not expecting the boy to slip so easily.

actually two requests combined, plus based on an rp me and my friend @Strawberry_Spider_ :33

hi parker!! :]

also i know this isn't quite what you asked for, i'm sorry, but i was having such a hard time writing it im so sorry :[
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"Phil, where are we going?" Wilbur asks again, the third time he's asked in the last hour. Phil bites back a sigh, instead tapping the steering wheel to release a bit of his tension.

"It's a surprise, remember?" He reminds him.

Wilbur huffs and crosses his arms. "Yeah, but I still want to know."

"Yeah, I know," Phil says on a slight sigh of his own, "but just relax, mate. You'll like it, I promise."

"Fineee," Wilbur groans in frustration. A smile marks Phil's face.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah..."

The rest of drive felt pretty uneventful, at least for Phil. He noticed how much Wilbur was fidgeting, tapping his feet and chewing his lip. To try and ease this, Phil reached over and rubbed his shoulder, smiling when Wilbur tenses but then relaxes under his touch. With a slight squeeze, Phil lets go and put his hand back on the wheel.

It's Wilbur's turn to hold off a sound, although this one isn't a sigh but rather a whine. He's touch-starved as it is, but he can't just ask Phil not to stop giving him affection - no, that'd be ridiculous.

He must've spiraled a bit too far into his own thoughts that he snapped out of it to Phil speaking, his eyebrows knit with worry. "You alright, mate? You look sick."

Wilbur hums a soft yes, although it's not entirely convincing to him or Phil. Still, the blond mutters a quiet "whatever you say" and turns his eyes back on the road.

That was close... Wilbur sighs inwardly, nerves still on the fritz from his near slip; he didn't intend to share his regression with anyone, but Phil's general dad-ness is kind of making that difficult. Still, he shakes off the excess nervousness and puts in an earbud, choosing any random playlist and staring out the window.

Phil taps the steering wheel when the silence sets in, although he still glances over at Wilbur every once and a while. He wishes he could just look at him, look at every little detail and nuance to try and figure out what exactly was off, but decides that it'd be better not to crash the car.

Thankfully he doesn't have to worry for too much longer, as their destination slowly appears in the driver's side window. Phil grins. "There it is, Wil," he says, nudging Wilbur's side to try and get him to at least act excited.

And for a moment, it seemed to work; there was a spark, a small glimpse of pure excitement in his eye. But as soon as it appeared, Wilbur's face grew blank again, although that shine still rims his irises, tainting them a sweet honey color. "We're going to a fair?" He scoffs, "I'm twenty-four, not three."

"Yeah, don't get too excited," Phil responds, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Wilbur rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, almost physically trying to hold in the much smaller headspace creeping up on him. "I won't, dumbass."