their cries were left unheard,
but still did they yearn to be
with them.
A MINECRAFT YOUTUBER ONESHOT BOOK.
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( 05 )COMFORT WILBURSOOT ✓ WILBUR SOOT x SHE / HER READER ( requested by@xxyourbasictrashxx )
( swearing, period pains 😩 ( and just periods. in general. both terms are accepted ) )
IT HAD, SOMEHOW, GOTTEN WORSE OVER TIME.
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OUT OF ALL THE THINGSY/N had experienced in this cruel, messed up world, nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to the fucking agony she had to endure every month. Nothing could hold a candle to the discomfort and pain she had been experiencing for seven ( or around seven, anyway, if she were lucky it would be shorter ) days every month since she had turned twelve.
Fucking period cramps.
And ohoho, how these things seemed to come at the absolute worst times. She had just arrived back home from a trip to the grocery store ( yes, she had social distanced and yes, she had worn a mask.) and collapsed into the soft material of her and Mr. Wilbursoot's mattress, when she was hit with the realisation that, oh, this was probably the cursed day she'd be plagued by the stupid fetus curse again.
She was right.
Which is why she was currently lying on their couch, face smushed into a pillow as she curled up into a fetal position, trying to think of a way to make the pain go away. She hated periods so much, so much. And while she did appreciate how it gave her a little heads up that, hey, she's not pregnant! but still. Did they have to hurt so much?
To make matters even worse, Wilbur wouldn't be back from the office until 6 in the afternoon. For context, it was 2 P.M.
Yeah, these things were the bane of her existence.
She just wanted to cuddle with him, to entangle their limbs together and to just lay her head on his chest and listen to the steady thrumming of his heartbeat. She wanted to brush her fingers through his hair and just cuddle in their bed because holy shit she really needed ( nah more like wanted it, Y/N was probably just needy ) it right then.
The sounds of the comedy show she'd put on the TV had turned into background noise as she held her palms against her abdomen in an effort to stop the discomfort. A glass of water ( call it half-empty, call it half-full, she didn't care what you thought of it ) rested on the coffee table in front of her as she lay on their plain brown couch, an empty jug once full of the same liquid sitting beside it.
