Perfect Timing (Wilbur soot x reader)

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Y/n pov

    You let out a sigh, hefting the last of the boxes into the moving van. Hot air blew against your legs as you pushed the two heavy metal vehicle doors shut. A lone tear streamed down your face, leaving a trail of warm dampness, but you wiped it away before Max (your annoying yet lovable brother) could see it.

    You were moving today, and everything was just suddenly hitting you in a whirl of emotions as you put away the boxes. You where moving to London, with Eliza. Holy shit. It was actually happening. You turned to your parents, and you spotted your Mum crying (which was no surprise there), and your Dad was clearly trying not to let tears fall as well.

    He walked up to you, engulfing you in a massive bear hug.

    "All my memories are now packed up in one bloody van." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. He let go of you and and laughed thickly.

    "Don't get into any trouble, okay?" You nodded to him, smiling tearily.

    You then turned to your mum. "I'm gonna miss you, you know." She blubbered, hastily trying to wipe her leaking eyes.

    "I will too." A tear escaped yet again.

    "Come here, my baby." She pulled you into another tight squeeze. "What am I going to do without my little girl?"

    "Mum," you protested weakly, struggling to breathe in her embrace. "I can't breathe..." She did as you asked after another second, though hesitantly.

    "I'm sorry honey, I'm just gonna really miss you."

    "I'm gonna say bye to Max now Mum, before I start sobbing with you..." I whisper, before piling back and glancing at my brother.

    She smiled, hugging you before you left. You walked over to you brother, with a small grin. He pulled you into a hug, less intense but somehow more emotional than your parent's ones.

    "Don't get too drunk at parties when you're gone, because I won't be there to go pick your ass up." He teased, poking my arm.

"Ughhhhh I hate you." You smirked poking him back. You checked your phone. It was 12:32
"Shit I'm gonna be late."

"I'll take you if you want." Max asked.

"Oh my god, Oh my god, really thank you." You smiled following Max to his car.

.. time skip ..

You sat tapping your foot impatiently. Your train was going to be 3 hours late. It had been 2 hours since you got there — only 1 hour left until the time designated on the huge platform TV. You tapped the top of your water bottle catching the last few drops on your tongue. The crowded station making same seem way hotter. You where wearing and crop top and some Jean shorts with your hair tied up in a messy bun yet that still didn't help.

You sighed; suddenly going light headed.

You where dehydrated and probably over heated. You scanned the area looking for a shop that hopefully sold some ice cold water. You found a shop hopping up, grabbed your stuff and ran over. You swung open the door rushing over to the drinks section. You found the water, bending down to grab it. You stood up and bit to quickly with jerky movements, being hit by pang of dizziness.

You stepped back shocked as your legs gave way. You fell back the world slowly fading. Someone caught you before you hit the ground, "Shit, you ok." A concerned similar voice said before you lost consciousness.

Wilbur's pov :)

"Fuck" I mumbled under my breath, the stupid train was 3 hours late. I was meant to meet Tubbo once I got of the train. I pulled out my phone to text him.