Hiii!!~ :3 Im Not Sure If Your Request Box Is Open, But I Was Wondewing If You Could Write Me A Fanfic

hiii!!~ :3 i’m not sure if your request box is open, but I was wondewing if you could write me a fanfic where wilbur is in an estabwished relationship with the reader, but the reader has weawwy bad gas that they try to hide (*≧∀≦*) nyah~! that would be weawwy awesome! owo tysm!!!~♡

(also,, you can call me 🫧anon >.<)

pairings: wilbur x reader

description: wilbur comforts reader with bad gas / irritable bowel syndrome

pronouns: she/her

genre: butt clenching fluff , hurt with comfort

warnings: mentions of illness (ibs), insecurity, swearing

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wilbur walked into your shared apartment, expecting to see you laying on the couch waiting for him. instead, he was met the distant sounds of your moans. wilbur’s heart dropped to his stomach as he assumed that all of his nightmares came true. he swiftly ran through the apartment, hitting his gangly man limbs on so many things. as he ran to the bedroom, tears started to run down his face. wilbur heaved the bedroom door open only to find no evidence of cheating. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he checked every room in the house, but only being met with even more confusion. the moans got louder as he approached the bathroom. “surely she isn’t cheating on me in the bathroom?” he thought, but doubt plagued his mind. he cracked open the door only to hear the sound that plays in spongebob when they come across something vile. he peaked his head in to see you gripping the sides of the toilet, butt ass naked, and the color drained out of you. he ran forward, concern on his face as he watched you push out a gargantuan shit. he cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. you cracked open an eye and he wiped the tear that was running down your face.

“everything will be okay, my darling” he whispers comfortingly, but you can barely hear him over this mahoosive dookie.

you cried out in pain as the astronomical crap continued to erupt out of you. he sat there with you, running his hands through your sweaty hair. finally, the number two came to a stop. you immediately slumped over in exhaustion, barely managing to use the bidet. after cleaning yourself up, wilbur picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. he laid you down, carefully, as to not hurt your ass. he laid next to you, wrapping his arms around your sleepy body. you cried from the pain you just experienced. wilbur cooed quietly, wiping your tears and reassuring you that he was there.

“wilbur…?” you called out.

“yes, darling?” he responds, hands playing with your hair comfortingly.

“thank you for comforting me, i’ve been struggling with ibf since i was born and it’s been really hard. i love you.”

“anything for you y/n, i love you more.”

you sighed in content and let out a loud, stinky, heart stopping fart.

author’s note:

hey guys! this is my first fic i’ve ever written so i hope you like it!

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