#android!wilbur

━ you had originally got an android for emotional support and thought wilbur’s model was perfect

━ he was very eager to learn everything about you from the day you’d officially met him

━ “you wanted emotional support? are you doing alright?” he had asked you with concern absorbing his eyes although he were only a machine

━ on the way home, he asked you every question under the sun

━ “you like dogs? what’s your favorite?” he lit up completely once you had mentioned them. “do you own one?” you were sad to tell him that you didn’t

━ he had made you a cup of tea and some toast once you had gotten into your small home

━ it took him a while to warm up to the idea of touching you. androids weren’t supposed to have emotions, but being one made specifically for caring about human emotions, he had to have a little something different than the rest

━ the first time he’d ever touched you was when you experienced a panic attack due to your overload of stress

━ “y/n, come here. it’s okay, love.”

━ he hugged you for as long as you needed and gave you facts about your favorite dog breed to calm you

━ “you called me ‘love’, wilbur,” you laughed after you’d calmed and pulled from the hug

━ of course, he didn’t find anything wrong with it, he wasn’t human. it was probably in his programming anyways, you thought

━ on the days you couldn’t get out of bed, he sat on the edge of your bed and searched through his software for the worst dad jokes imaginable

━ he encouraged you to take care of yourself, something you struggled with a lot

━ “come on, darling, you have to bath.” he would pout at you before sending you a small smirk. “this graveyard looks overcrowded… people must be dying to get there—”

━ “wil, shut up!” you throw a pillow to him and he laughs, dodging it because of his superior senses

━ most days, he’d cook for you. though other days, he’d drag you out of bed to help him

━ he’d go all quiet whenever you asked him to cuddle, you weren’t sure why. he couldn’t sleep, or feel emotions. “you alright, wil?”

━ he’d move you closer, placing his head into your shoulder, and nod

━ wilbur kept insisting for the two of you to get a dog. he swore that it would help you more, to get out of your house more. he even promised to be the primary caretaker for it

━ you gave in when he was whining to you like a literal child. “y/n!” he dragged out, “can we please get a dog?” and he’d give you his soft brown eyes and you couldn’t say no

━ you practically melted at his smile when you finished signing the adoption papers

━ you were convinced milo — the dog you had adopted — loved wil more than you

━ “awww!” he coos at the dog sitting in his lap who had just nuzzled his head into his stomach. “look at him!” he sends you a pout with glossy eyes

━ you two walked milo to the nearest park every other day, wilbur’s arm around your shoulders to provide you a least a bit of warmth during the chill mornings

━ the time you two got mistaken for a couple— the lady in the shop started to comment on how cute of a couple you made before she realized that wil was an android. it bothered you a bit, why couldn’t androids and human love one another?

━ as a gift for christmas, you’d saved up enough money to gift wil a guitar. he often turned on music while he cooked or hummed to you while you tried to sleep — and he didn’t have a bad voice either while he sang along to songs that played from the kitchen — so you took it upon yourself to purchase him a guitar

━ “what the fuck—” he laughed, “that’s so expensive, love! you didn’t have to.” he looked overjoyed though and you couldn’t have been happier with the purchase

━ on new year’s at 12am, he had kissed you. it took you by surprise at first and you pulled away suddenly, causing him to start apologizing