A Winter with Wilbur

Coming home from a long day at work was rough. Making food, serving drinks, being cat-called a few times, all of the above. You're tired. Exhausted, even. The legs that carried you through the dark snowy city finally got you up the stairs to your apartment door. It opened quietly and the warmth hit like a tidal wave.
"Y/n?"
A tall, fluffy haired boy greets you at the door.
"Will."
He looks down at you with a smile warmer than the room and pulls you into a hug.
The huge window looking over the city was glowing with specks of red, green, and white. He took your hand and leads you onto the couch which you instantly collapse onto. Wilbur lets out a small giggle.
"Another hard day at work, hm?"
He sits beside you on the end of the couch. There was no amount of energy left in you, only a small groan came out. He softly pulls you closer to him and sets you upright, leaning you against his chest. The room was warm, the lighting was dim, and the snow fell slowly outside. Wilbur felt like a blanket after a cold day, a cup of warm coffee in the morning, a safe space. Your eyes start to feel heavier than normal and you start to sink deeper into him. He slowly runs his fingers through your hair, brushing it aside to reveal your tired face.
"Y/n?" He placed a hand on your cheek and angles your face toward his.
Your eyes slowly open, looking into deep brown eyes full of concern.
"Sorry, I'm just very tired..."
He slowly puts his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
"Don't be sorry, love."
He gets up and walks into the kitchen. The kitchen lights grew a little brighter and the sound of an oven beeping woke you up just a little more. Wilbur pushes against the counter separating the kitchen and living room.
"I know what will make you feel better."
He rolls up his sleeves and puts his round glasses on. You slowly stand up and drag your feet along the wooden floor to the cold kitchen tile and take a seat on a barstool opposite of Wilbur. He glanced at the clock. 10:30pm.
"I know it's a little late, but it's never too late for..."
He pulls out a bag of flour, sugar, and chocolate chips. Your mouth quirks at the corners, forming a smile.
"Cookies." You sigh.
"Mhm. Now I can't make them alone..." He walks over to you, takes your hand, and brings you into the kitchen.
You watch Wilbur grab the ingredients and measuring cups. He was angelic; his pale skin, slender figure, and beautiful brown hair was too captivating to look away from. Pure bliss. After gathering everything, he connected his phone to a speaker and turned the volume down extremely low. Soon, the apartment was softly serenaded with music. "For the First Time" by Mac Demarco started to play. The process of cookie-making was all a blur. Measuring (and almost spilling) the flour, the giggle after dropping an eggshell into the batter, and how he held your hand to mix it all together. Now, not only was the apartment cozy, it smelled like delicious chocolate chip cookies. Wilbur ducked down to put the cookies in the oven, and closed it with a tiny squeak. He spun around, leaning his body and tilting his head back against the oven door.
"And now, we wait."
The room went silent from the small song transition, and you look up from the table. And there he was, just staring. Admiring you and realizing how lucky he is. No matter how tired you were when you came home, no matter how grouchy you were, no matter what shift, he always thought you were the most beautiful being on this earth. After he noticed you caught on to his staring, he smiled and took your hand. The next song started to play, "Rises the Moon" by Liana Flores. He snapped out of his trance and headed towards you.
"Come now," He takes your hand and places his other hand on your waist. "Let's dance."
You look up at him and you're instantly infected by his gentle smile. He brushes your hair out of your face and pulls you in closer. You both start to gently sway back and forth to the slow beat of the song, the lyrics humming in the background.  [underlined = lyrics]
"Days pull you down just like a sinking ship,
floating is getting harder,"
Your eyes start to shut your eyes and sink deeper into Wilbur's body.
"But tread the water child, and know that meanwhile, rises the moon,"
It felt like you were being carried away by an angel to a heaven, away from the problems the world had, away from everything.
"Days pull you up just like a daffodil,
Uprooted from its garden. They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so, rises the moon."
Wilbur closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer into a hug. He buries his face into your hair and plants a kiss on the top of your head. You both didn't even notice the timer go off when the cookies are done, the oven just shut off keeping the cookies you both forgot about, nice and warm. This was followed by the kitchen lights turning off, leaving the apartment barely lit by the yellow ceiling lights.
"You'll be visited by sleep, I promise you that soon the autumn comes. To steal away each dream you keep,"
You feel the rocking stop. He slowly but surely drags both of your tired bodies back to the couch and softly placed a hand on your arm to sit you down.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe."
He placed a hand on your face and brushes his thumb across your cheek. With a smile, he placed your head on his chest and closed his eyes. You quickly slip into unconsciousness, the safety and comfort of Wilbur's presence relaxing your whole body. The song ended, and he fell asleep right along with you. No matter how bad your day was, Wilbur always made everything better. Whether it was singing you a song, ordering your favorite food, or watching a show you enjoyed just so he could talk to you about it the next day. It was like a dream. He was a dream. Maybe the winter time wasn't as bad as you thought.
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