Painting Counties Blue! ○ Wilbur Soot × Reader

14

I slowly come into consciousness. I'm very comfy, laying in a rather comfortable bed, which is notably not mine. I'm clutching something warm and cushiony.

Y/N!!??

My eyes flick open, and i impatiently wait for a few seconds as my eyes adjust to the bright light that shines through her useless blinds.

It's not Y/n.

I sigh in relief as I snuggle closer to the white pillow Y/n had placed between us. Although it doesn't take me long—even in my groggy state—to notice how close the girl is to me, with or without the pillow.

We've both taken the pillow tightly into grasp, pulling each other closer via the pillow. Something in me wishes that she hadn't put the pillow there, so that maybe the one in my arms when I'd woken up might have been her instead.

I can feel her cool breath coming from her nose on my cheek, that's how close she is. I admire her peaceful face. I would never admit to it, but I have a strange addiction to her.

Whenever I'm with her, I feel like I'm going through withdrawals almost, even though I haven't known her a day. Well—if i count the hours we've been asleep, then just over a day.

I brush her ruffled hair from her face and she stirs, shifting slightly, and pulling herself closer to the pillow, her head now against my chest. I can't help but blush profusely until she moves away again, our faces now level with each other's.

This time, her eyes flutter open, squinting against the light until my gaze is met with her relieving, beautiful, e/c eyes.

♪

I wake to the familiar blinding light of the sun shining through the pane of my windows and through the blinds. I need to replace them, they do nothing.

As soon as I've woken up a bit, and my eyes have adjusted to the light, I notice the view right in front of me.

Wil.

I blush even at the thought of his name. Why? I don't hold feelings such as that for him. We're just friends, and probably will be great friends if the band turns out well!

"Hi" He smiles fondly, his cheeks becoming highlighted with his smile line dimples.

"Hi" I reply with a gentle smile. The hand I hadn't noticed before retracts from my face and my blush deepens.

"How did you sleep?" I ask, still clutching the pillow in my arms, which I now notice he is doing as well. I'm glad I put the pillow there, otherwise it might've been each other that we were grasping. And I think that would be a tiny bit awkward, not that I hate the idea of it–.

"Great. My bed is so uncomfortable, this is a pleasant change. Though I really stink of alcohol and sweat and it makes me feel sick" His hair is ruffled, and he looks incredibly attractive. I'm sure I look like shit.

"You can have a shower if you'd like. I have like–four spare toothbrushes that haven't even been opened, and my products aren't particularly feminine" I offer, though I wish I hasn't said anything when I notice how much of a salesperson I sound like.

"Are you sure? Is that okay with you?" He asks as I feel the mattress sink as he stretches his legs.

"Of course, I don't mind at all" I smile. He smiles back.

"You're so sweet" He mumbles, ruffling my hair then brushing it back again as he sits up. I snap a photo of his ruffled hair and hold in a childish squeal.

"Willll, look how cute you aree" I tease, showing him the photo.

He looks at the photo and combs through his hair with his fingers, but it just bounces back into the messy position no matter how desperately he combs through it.

"Oh my fuck, I've gotta get rid of that" He huffs, receiving a giggle from myself.

"I'll take you to the bathroom" I utter, sitting up. I lay back down immediately when my head pounds, and I feel like I'm about to throw up everywhere.

"Nevermind. I think I might be physically unable to" I mumble, curling into a ball. He sighs.

"I told you to drink some water" He says matter-of-factly. "Come on, I'll help" He adds, holding out his arms as if he were offering a hug. I look up at him, unmotivated to move.

"Oh, come on" He tilts his head intimidatingly. I was still apprehensive, but warily took his hand. He took my other one as well, and gently helped me up, tucking an arm around the middle of my waist for extra support as he pulled me up.

He let's my stomach settle as I stand, safely pressed to his chest.

"You can do it" He encourages me. How cute. He stands still as I take hold of his upper arms, he takes hold of whatever part he can to help steady me.

I groan, buckling over as a stabbing sensation looms suddenly in my lower abdomen.

"Oh no..." I grumble, enduring the cramp and rebalancing myself hurriedly.

"..What?" Wil inquires anxiously.

"I-it's nothing. Hold on, have your shower after, I'm so sorry" I let go of him and sprint out of the room and to the bathroom door, not seeing Ash as I ran past. I wince, ignoring the thrashing pain in my head. My throat is battered, my voice croaky.

...And I'm on my period.

I take care of everything that needs to be taken care of, then have a much needed puke into the toilet.

"Y/n?" Wil's voice calls from behind the bathroom door.

"Are you okay??" Another voice asks, Ash.

"Y-yep!!" I croak, followed by a coughing fit.

"Can we come in?" Wil questions.

"No–no, it's fine! I'm okay!" I call back. I hear Ash mumbling something to Wil, then the door creaking open.

God, they can't just listen, can they?

"Y/n." Wil kneels down beside me. I feel embarrassed that he has to look at this mess. He combs his hands through my hair. I love how it feels, contrasting against my throbbing skull.

He pulls me into his side and I welcome the warmth.
Ash sits at my other side, offering a water bottle. I sigh gratefully, letting my stance relax as I take the bottle from Ash.

"Thank you, guys... I'm sorry that you have to deal with this" I mumble before washing my mouth out.

"It's okay, don't worry, Y/n" Ash smiles, rubbing my back comfortingly.

"It's really no problem. Come on, let's get some painkillers into you" Wil grins as he pokes my nose.

"Yeah, I've made breakfast with what I could find, so are you finished with your exorcism?"