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heartofwritiing · 2 months

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i love flowrshop fics they’re too wholesome! love that you did this with dadbur it’s so sweet! 🥹

hallloooo :3 i saw your requests are open so i figured i'd send one in!!

(if you're alright with it) how about some fluff with reader meeting dad wilbur for the first time while he's out and about with his kiddo??

also can i be 🐀 anon?

Hi 🐀 anon! it’s been a while since i wrote some dadbur - let’s change that

daisy

pairings: dad!bur x flowershopowner!reader

summary: a dad and his daughter enter your flower shop, and he ends up leaving with more than just flowers

contains: wilbur has a five year old named melody. this is set in early 2021. non gender specific. lower case intended ^^

a/n: i’m back??? and almost at 100 followers :D this is not proofread

you sigh out in disappointment as you check your watch for the umpteenth time this afternoon, only for it to still be half past five.

only fifteen minutes until closing

you absolutely adored your job, you got to spend five days a week doing your favorite thing in the world - taking care of plants. since childhood you’ve had a hyper fixation with plants. from the tiniest little dandelions to big beautiful tulips you were obsessed. you could tell gardening facts all day to anyone thats willing to listen and still not be bored.

work was your haven, you got to hide behind plants and be in your own little world, secretly whispering words of encouragement to the little buds so they’d blossom into gorgeous flowers and dealing with the occasional scary customer. it was very rare that you looked forward to closing and leaving your flower babies.

well, today was one of those kinds of days. for starters, your go to cafe for pre-work coffee runs was closed for renovations and the next nearest cafe was 3 miles away (and there’s no way that you’d get there and back to the shop in time before you had to open) so that was out of the picture. another shop that you shared the building with next store had accidentally set off the fire alarm and everyone had to emergency evacuate, a very irritating interruption to your day. when you finally got the clear to go back inside, you had the pleasure of dealing with an angry karen who claimed that she had ordered four potted flowers online and they hadn’t been shipped yet, although her name wasn’t on any of the shipping records (you figured out later that she had gotten yours and another flower shop mixed up) and to make matters worse a 10 year old knocked over your favorite potted lilly and it shattered into a million pieces that you had to angrily sweep up.

so yeah, you were looking forward to getting home, taking a hot bath and getting the fuck to bed. although there were only fifteen minutes left until you could clock out, you still had some responsibilities left. you grabbed your pastel yellow watering can and walked over to pot of little white daffodil buds. “drink up, little ones.” you whisper to them as you slowly pour some fresh water into the dirt in which they were planted in. a sense of calm washes over you as you watch the water trickle out of the spout and pool into the earthy dirt. to you, plants had the power of healing. they helped you slow down when things got to be too much.

this moment of tranquility was interrupted by the chime of the bells that hang above the front door. you still had one more customer.

or rather, two.

a little girl with curly brown hair clutching a stuffed turtle comes running into the shop, and dragging behind her is a lanky 6’5 man with the exact same brown curly locks almost covering his eyes, and an arctic monkeys t-shirt. the girl makes a beeline towards a whole section of white daisies in pretty arrangements.

“papa! look how pretty!” the smiley girl exclaims to her dad, reaching out to touch one of the pearly white petals before her dad quickly stopped her. this scrunkly (yes it’s a word🙄) gentlemen looks wayy too young to be this girl’s father, but who were you to judge?

“careful melody.” the man gently grabs melody’s hand to keep her from touching the flowers. “they may be pretty but they are delicate, we don’t want to hurt the pretty flowers do we?” melody giggles and shakes her head, earning a smile from her father. he’s about to say something else but loses his train of thought when he sees you appear into his field of vision.

“welcome! looking for anything specific today?” you use your most cheery customer service voice, even though your mood was anything but cheery. your smile though, was genuine when you caught eyes with the little girl in front of you, who seemed enchanted by the abundant display of flowers that filled the shop. the man in front of you quickly took off the red beanie that was perched on his head and fixed his hair, shooting a quick smile at you that made your stomach flutter.

“uh, no actually. just looking around, she loves flowers so she deemed it necessary that we stop in here.” he says politely, gesturing to his little girl. you smile and nod, crouching down to her level.

“what’s your name?” you ask the young girl softly with a big smile. she looks up at her dad and he gives her a reassuring nod. “melody..” she says with a bashful smile and looks down at her sparkling pink shoes. “it’s a pleasure to meet you melody, i’m y/n.” you grin, extending your hand to shake the younger ones substantially tinier one.

you didn’t notice it, but the brown haired man pretending to be interested in some strawberry seed packets was already starstruck by you. maybe it was the way that you treated his daughter with kindness, or just that gorgeous smile of yours, but you intrigued him.

“do you have a favorite flower?” you question melody, in which she nods enthusiastically and her eyes light up with excitement. “daisies!” she chirped, pointing to the assortment of daises to your left. “what?! no way! daisies are my favorite too!” you exclaim, watching melody giggle.

you stand back up glance over at the girl’s father, who awkwardly shuffles back away from the seed packets and back to where you and melody were standing. “he was kind of cute…” you think to yourself, but quickly push the thought away. he surely had a wife, or girlfriend, or somebody that he was involved with if he had a child. you smiled at him and fumble with the mood ring on your finger. “if you don’t mind waiting, i might have something in the back that she might like..” you say with a subtle wink. he catches on and winks back, and just like that, you disappear into the back room.

all wilbur can think about is that he has to see you again after this.

you come back two minutes later holding a tiny pot with a baby daisy planted inside. melody squeals in delight and tugs on her dads pant leg. “it’s a baby daisy just for me, papa!” wilbur’s eyes light up when he watches you carefully hand the pot to the child. melody holds it like a baby, which makes the whole scene so much more endearing. “it’s so pretty, sweetheart.” he over dramatically smells the flowers when melody shoves them in his face to smell, earning a chuckle from you. when melody wasn’t looking, he mouthed a thank you which you smiled and nodded in return.

while melody sat on the floor and talked to her stuffed turtle about her new plant, you led the man, after some small talk about bugs and plants you learned was named wilbur, over to register so you could ring him up. “can i help you find anything else today? nothing for mom? sister?” wilbur’s eyebrows creased for a split second after you mentioned mom but quickly resumed his natural smile. “nope, we’re all set. it’s just me and melody, anyway.” he adds the last part just to get the point across that he’s single.

you hum in understanding and flash a quick smile at him as he hands you his card, and you quickly insert it into the system. you couldn’t help but notice that cute little beauty mark just underneath his eye. you smile to yourself at that observation and hand him back the card.

if he wanted to make a move, now was his chance. he tapped his foot anxiously, knowing that if he missed this opportunity he’d kick himself forever. “alright, well, the instructions are attached to the pot. my only tips are to place it by a su-“

“actually, there is one more thing you could help me with..” he cuts you off nervously. you smile and nod. “of course.”

here goes nothing…

“maybe giving me your number by chance?”

his palms are sweaty, and he’s praying to whoever’s listening that he didn’t just totally blow his chances and come across as a creep. you, being completely oblivious as always, take it the wrong way.

“oh of course, i keep my business cards right here.” you hand a card to wilbur, and he awkwardly accepts it, feeling so mortified. he smiles and laughs it off, feeling his cheeks go red.

“i’m sorry, i’m like..really, really bad at this..” he chuckles, looking down at his shoes and then back up at you. you were confused, to say the least.

he tries again. “i meant, like, your number..if that’s okay with you-“ he quickly adds the last part, not wanting to come across as demanding.

now you were the mortified one.

you felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you finally realized what he meant. you breathily chuckled. “ohh. i’m sorry i just-“ you were at a loss for words, smitten, even. you throw your hands up in the air jokingly. “i’m an idiot.” you continue to say, laughing off the whole situation.

this makes wilbur chuckle, relieved that you weren’t weirded out or something. “no, no, it’s my fault, i should’ve more clear..”

you giggle, grabbing a piece of scrap paper and writing your number down, along with a little heart and handing it to wilbur, who bashfully accepts. this man that you had known for maybe twenty minutes had you a blushing mess.

“uh, i’ll call you. maybe we can grab coffee, or if you don’t like coffee then we can maybe-“ you quickly cut off his rambling. “i’d love to.” you smile, tucking a strand of hair that managed to escape from your bun behind your ear. he blushes and smiles.

“alright, i’ll call you.” he repeats again, turning around and almost knocking over a vase of orchids. he curses under his breath and mouths sorry, but you chuckle at his zaniness. he truly was a bull in a china shop.

after a brief goodbye, you wave bye bye to melody as he tells her it’s time to go. “cmon squirt, we gotta make the train home.” he takes her hand and melody waves bye bye again to you, holding her new daisy in one arm and her stuffie in the other.

wilbur then attempts to pull on the push door, causing you to stifle a laugh. “you gotta push the d- there you go.” you give him a thumbs up when he finally gets it and he playfully rolls his eyes at you and just like that, he’s gone

maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

part two? send me requests!

#dadbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader

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heartofwritiing · 2 months

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stoppp you guys are way to sweettt to me 🥹😭 im glad my writing can make you feel that way and so glad you liked it medlar!!

i loved your latest fic! could you do maybe contentcreator!reader and wilbur maybe going on their first date? or maybe helping her move into her new flat after permanently moving to Brighton as mentioned in your fic? tysm!

By the Sea

paring: cc!wilbur x fem!cc!reader

summary: you move to brighton, and wilbur helps you move into your new apartment. a part two to this work :)

authors note: sorry this took me soo long to get out, i hope you like it anon! i have barely any motivation to write, this was kinda thrown together. i’m not sure what to do :/

happy valentine’s day lovely followers :) 💌

warnings: not much just fluff, reader is an overthinker, short, super unedited!

Bringing up the last of the boxes up to your new apartment, you drop the box in your arms on top of another with an exasperated sigh. You were finally done climbing up three flights of stairs and could catch your breath.

You would have to remind yourself next time to find a place on the ground floor with availability, because this was insane.

You didn’t even want to imagine carrying groceries up every week now. Thank god for delivery apps…

Moving to Brighton was a plan months in the making. Countless visits to check out apartments in your price range, searching different parts of town you liked better than others took trial and error.

Eventually, you had found a perfect place not too far from your best friend Wilbur's place, who had been with you every step of the way through this whole process.

Wilbur was one of the reasons you were moving to another country in the first place. He had convinced you after your first visit last year to move in after you made a comment about wanting to move to the town by the sea after only visiting once.

Which was crazy, so you waited a year before making such a big decision. Speaking off;

You can hear grunting and panting coming from down the hall and you completely forget about your best friend who was helping you move in. Wilbur comes around the corner of the hall carrying the very last box in his lanky arms with a bead of sweat running down from his forehead.

His curls sticking to his skin showed he had worked up just as much of a sweat as you and you feel guilty making him carry some of your heavier things. He kicks your front door closed with his foot and places it on the kitchen counter with a thud.

As he makes his way to the couch, taking off his sweater you catch his shirt riding up to reveal skin before he fixes it. A blush rises to your cheeks and quickly spreads. Thankfully, he didn't notice you staring when he flops down next to you and sighs with his head thrown back against the couch cushions.

"Remind me to hire movers next time." you laugh, still out of breath.

Wilbur turns his head to you.

"You sure know how to make a guy break a sweat, darling," he hums.

A blush rises on your cheeks at the implication of his words. He laughs with a crinkle around his eyes with a mischievous grin.

You're looking forward to more moments like these with him. Butterflies flutter around your tummy knowing that you’ll have so many more.

You can't help the guilt creeping up for making him carry all these cardboard boxes with your life held inside. Thinking maybe he thought you were taking advantage of him.

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this, how can I make it up to you?"

Wilbur frowns, takes your hand resting by your side, and laces your fingers together with his. You had only been here a week, but over time you visited, Wilbur had gotten bolder with his touches.

Hand-holding wasn't new to you both, since that first night you'd met in person it had become second nature after admitting your feelings. You both had become accustomed to it quickly, opting to grab the other's hand in stressful situations or just as a comfort and reassurance.

"You didn't drag me into anything, If I didn't wanna help you I wouldn't have," he promised. "You don't have to make anything up to me."

“but-“

“Nope, I won’t allow you to feel guilty over this.” Wilbur reaches his free hand up to boop your nose.

With a pout set over your lips, knowing you weren't in the mood to argue with him further. You scoot closer to him and lean your head on his shoulder to peer up at him and admire his side profile.

The shape of his nose was adorable from this angle, coming to a soft point that made you wanna kiss it.

Your gaze trailed down to the stubble around his jaw and before you even thought about it, you instinctively reached your free hand up to feel the slight scratch against your finger tips.

Wilbur didn’t swat your hand away, only turned his head so you had better access to move your nails to scratch lightly.

"But I wanna make it up to you," you say under your breath. Not sure if he heard you, your eyes met his again in question.

There’s a look in his eyes that tells you he wants to tell you what he wants. You would do anything for him. Without hesitance. Which sounded insane in your head.

Wilbur scoots down so he’s level with your face, and your suddenly so aware how close he is. Your knees touching and your hands still tangled together.

“tell you what? how about you let me take you out on a date?” he asks smoothly. “Then we’ll call it even, darling.”

You don’t know what to say. You weren’t expecting him to offer to take you on a date. A real date with your best friend. A night out together where you wouldn’t be surrounded by your other friends.

You swear you catch his eyes flicker down to your lips for a second. It would be bold of you to lean forward and kiss him right now, so you hesitate leaning forward.

Oh how you’ve wanted to since you first saw him last year, but you couldn’t. It would’ve ruined everything. If only you knew how much he wanted it too.

A date with him sounded wonderful but, you were too tired to even think about getting yourself all dressed up to go out tonight.

“how bout we order pizza, stay in and watch youtube videos for tonight.” you suggested.

“I’d say you got yourself a deal.”

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heartofwritiing · 2 months

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thank you so so much! you’re too sweetttt

and yeeee i love that line: “you sure know how to make a guy break a sweat, darling,” thought it’d be cheeky :) sometimes im like ‘wow, my mind is amazing like that sometimes’ 🤪