Don't Cross The Time Streams! (Wilbur R. X Reader)

Author's Note: Agh this is really crappy, I'm sorry! I tried so hard but I feel like everyone's out of character and things don't make sense, gah I'm sorry! I hope you don't hate it too much   ;w;

“Wilbur, before you go back to, you know, your time, will you do me a favor?” Lewis asked, adjusting his hold on the box that held the memory scanner as Wilbur started to climb into his time machine.

“Sure thing, pop, what’d you need?”

“Would you mind checking in on my friend, __y/n__, once in a while? She’s still at the orphanage and I know that she gets lonely and I think that it’d be good for her to spend time with you.”

“You just think she’s going to be a good influence on me, don’t you?”

“…Partially. But she really does need a friend; ever since Goob and I left I know that she’s been feeling lonely.”

“Okay, I’ll pop in once a month or so.”

“Oh, and Wilbur?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t tell her that you’re from the future. It’d just be too difficult to explain and just, try to avoid mentioning it, okay?”

“No worries, I can do that.”

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You sighed, resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you tried to read from your book. You were lonely. All of your friends, well, the whole two of them, had been adopted. Goob and Lewis were gone, and while they still came to visit occasionally, they didn’t live at the orphanage anymore.

And it really sucked for you.

You were the oldest person at the orphanage, thirteen going on fourteen, and it sucked for two reasons. One, all the little kids were afraid of you, and two, nobody wanted to adopt teenagers. You were too old, too developed, and too ‘moody’.

Which meant you were left to face middle school alone. Sure, everyone that worked at the orphanage was super nice, but they were also too busy to help you with homework or projects, and you had no else to ask.

Until, that is, he popped into your life.

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“Ugh,” You groaned, plopping your head down on your desk in frustration. You were attempting to do algebra homework, but without Lewis there to help you (he might’ve been younger than you, but he was ridiculously smarter), you were failing miserably.

“I’d offer my assistance, but I’m in regular eighth grade math and wouldn’t be much help.”

You jumped, startled, spinning your desk chair around to face the person who had spoken to you. “Who are you and what exactly are you doing in my room?” You asked, holding your pencil up like a knife.

“Easy there, tiger. I’m Lewis’s friend, he asked me to check in on you.” The boy said, holding his hands up placatingly. “I’m Wilbur, you are __y/n__, right?”

“Yeah.” You said slowly, lowering your pencil and putting it in your math book.

“Nice to meet you.” Wilbur flashed a smile at you before he flopped down on your bed.

“Just, you know, make yourself at home.” You mumbled sarcastically, blushing when you realized that he had heard you.

“Thanks, I will.” Wilbur said, winking at you and settling into a more comfortable position. You glanced away from him, trying to hide just how red your cheeks were, before glancing back over.

“So, what exactly are you here to do? You’ve checked up on me, you can leave if you want.” You said, even though you really didn’t want him to leave, this was the first time you were having a conversation with someone in quite a while and you were enjoying his company.

“I dunno, Lewis didn’t really specify, he just said that you were lonely and could use a friend.” Wilbur shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to your homework.

Wilbur crossed the room silently and tapped your shoulder and you spun around, surprised to see him sticking his lower lip out in a pout.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well, if I’m going to be coming to see you on a regular basis, I should probably know a little bit about you, right?”

“I, uh, I guess. What do you want to know?”

Wilbur grinned. “Everything.”

“Everything? There’s not really a lot for you to know. No family, barely any friends, and I myself am pretty ordinary.” You said, shrugging. “What about you? You seem pretty extraordinary, I’m sure there’s a story behind that.”

“Me?” Wilbur asked with a laugh. “Maybe extraordinarily good at causing trouble. My family might have helped with that though, they’re pretty cool.”

“Oh, really? Do tell.”

“Well see, there’s Aunt Petunia and Uncle Fritz who are married, and Aunt Petunia is always cranky, so that’s fun. Then there’s…”

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Somewhere along the line, Wilbur stopped coming to see you because Lewis asked him to, and instead came to visit you because he wanted to.

He also didn’t come to visit you once a month; it was more like every other day. Which was just fine with you. You thoroughly enjoyed spending time with him, and you were ecstatic that he seemed to like spending time with you as well.

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“__y/n__!” Wilbur shouted, appearing out of literally nowhere. “Grab my hand.”

You glanced up, confused as you had just been trying to cross the street, looking to your left and jumping when you saw the car that was quickly approaching.

“__y/n__, come on!” Wilbur said again, and you blinked, snapping out of your stupor. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you into a machine, one that you hadn’t noticed before because it was somehow invisible? Wilbur pressed some buttons and steered the machine forward, and you were going to ask why exactly he was driving towards the car when a bubble formed around the machine, and the car, street, and everything around you disappeared.

New buildings rose up around you, but these ones were taller and newer looking. There were people floating around in bubbles and cars that were flying, and you were ridiculously confused.

“Wilbur? Where are we?”

“That,” Wilbur said, glancing at you as he steered the vehicle towards a building with a large R on the roof. “Is an excellent question, one that I will have to answer later.”

“Wilbur,” You started, preparing to berate him until he told you.

“Oh would you look at that, we’re here!” Wilbur cut you off, parking the vehicle and opening the lid. He stepped out and offered you a hand to help you out, smiling nervously at you.

“What’s going on?” You asked, crossing your arms and refusing to follow him into the house until he told you where you were.

“Wilbur, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywh-who’s that?” A gold robot asked, halting when he saw you.

“Woah.” You said in surprise, studying the robot curiously.

“Carl, this is my friend __y/n__. __y/n__, this is my robot, Carl.” Wilbur said, pointing at you before wrapping an arm around Carl’s shoulders and leading him away from you.

“You mean the __y/n__ that was supposed to-“ You didn’t hear what Carl was going to say because Wilbur shushed him, leading him even farther away from you.

“I couldn’t just let her,” Wilbur lowered his voice, and you missed whatever he said. “Now could I?”

“You know that you’re not supposed to mess with the time streams, Wilbur. What if this changes our future?”

“She’s the same age as me, Carl, she didn’t deserve to die!” Wilbur’s voice raised just enough for you to hear him, and you gaped at him. Wilbur seemed to realize that he spoke too loudly, wincing and walking back over to you.

“You, uh, crap, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Wilbur said, casting his eyes away from your face.

“I was supposed to die?” You asked in disbelief, still beyond confused. “What’s going on?”

“So you remember that car that almost hit you, right?” Wilbur said, and you nodded. “Well it was kind of supposed to hit you but as you’ve probably guessed, that machine was a time machine and I stepped in and saved you because, well, I really don’t want you to die.”

“So just let me clarify: you’re from the future, you have a time machine and a robot, and this is your house?”

“Correct.”

“Great, anything else I need to know?”

“Lewis is my dad, oh, and my saving you could either have no effect whatsoever on this future, or it could, kind of, drastically change this future and everyone in it.” Wilbur said, speaking so quickly and quietly that you almost didn’t hear him.

 You said nothing, just trying to process the information that had been given to you.

“Wilbur, come inside, I made cooki-oh, who’s your friend?” A woman stepped out of the house, and you assumed she was Wilbur’s mom because she had the same black hair and cow lick, and the same brown eyes.

“Oh, hey mom, this is __y/n__.” Wilbur said, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

“You mean the __y/n__? The one that you’ve been going on and on about for ages?” Wilbur’s mom asked, winking at you as Wilbur blushed.

“Moooommmmm…” Wilbur whined, turning and hiding his face in your shoulder, which only made you blush as well.

Wilbur’s mom laughed at you both before she held out her hand, introducing herself. “I’m Franny Robinson and it is absolutely lovely to meet you, dear.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you too, Wilbur’s told me all about you and the rest of your family.” You said, taking her hand and shaking it.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s introduce you to everyone!” Franny said, keeping hold of your hand and dragging you and Wilbur into the house.

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You were introduced to literally everyone in Wilbur’s gigantic family (except for Lewis, who was on a business trip), from Uncle Dimitri and Uncle Spike to Grandpa Bud and Lucille.

You and Wilbur were currently hiding in a closet because Franny was trying to convince both of you to either sing or play maracas with her frog band, but neither of you wanted to.

“Wilbur, you have to take me home.”

Wilbur looked up at you in surprise. “What?”

“Your family’s amazing, and I can’t jeopardize that by being here.”

“But, if I,” Wilbur coughed, clearing his throat. “If I take you back, you’ll die.”

“Can’t you take me back like a day later or something? Or, I don’t know, take me back the day of, and I can just not walk on the same street?”

Wilbur shook his head, frowning. “I mean, I could try, but that’s not really how it works. If something is supposed to happen, the universe will make it happen. The only place where you’re actually safe is here, because you really aren’t meant to be here. And we’re all here to keep you safe.”

“You still have to take me back. If something happens to any of you because I’m here…” You sighed. “I just couldn’t live with that.”

“But you won’t be able to live if you go back.” Wilbur said. “I can’t, __y/n__, I can’t take you back there. Not when I know that you’re going to die.”

“There’s still a possibility that I could live, right?”

“A very slim one.”

“And how big is the possibility that me being here could cause a time rip or a paradox or something?”

“It’s fairly big.” Wilbur muttered quietly.

“The only way for me to make sure that you’re-I mean, your family is safe, is to go back.”

“But then I can’t be sure that you’re safe.” Wilbur said, inching slightly closer to you in the small closet. “You’re my best friend, I can’t just have you die on me, now can I?”

“I mean, yeah, dying would probably make our friendship harder, but we’d make it work.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

“__y/n__, this isn’t a joke, you will almost certainly die if you go back. Just,” Wilbur gave you his best puppy dog face. “Stay here until my dad gets back? He can tell us how likely it is that something bad will actually happen if you stay here for an extended period of time.”

You caved. “Fine. I’ll stay, but only until your dad gets back. And if he says that my staying here is dangerous, you have to take me home, deal?”

“Deal.” Wilbur said, crossing his fingers behind his back, not that you saw it.

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“Hey mom, __y/n__’s gonna spend the night for a couple of days, is it okay if she stays in my room?”

“Sure, I’ll drop off some extra blankets and pillows later.” Franny said, ruffling her son’s hair with a smile.

“Thanks!” Wilbur said before he dashed off.

“Teenagers.” Franny muttered fondly before resuming her singing lesson. “Frankie, please sing a little louder!”

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“Okay so my mom’s totally fine with you spending the night for a couple days.” Wilbur said, opening the door to his room and freezing when he saw that you weren’t there. “__y/n__? __y/n__, where’d you go?” Wilbur called, backing out of his room and glancing around the hallway. He didn’t see you anywhere, concern and worry trickling down his spine. He started running through the house, trying to find you.

What if you were making Carl take you back to your time?

Or worse, what if you were trying to drive yourself home? That could be disastrous; you didn’t know how to drive it, and you could end up in the 1940’s or something, and Wilbur wouldn’t know how to find you.

Wilbur sped up his pace, turning corners and sprinting down hallways. He passed a window, slamming his feet down when he saw your __h/c__ hair. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw that you had just found your way outside and were playing with the dinosaur that Bowler Hat Guy had brought back from the past a while back.

Wilbur slipped through a door, walking up to you and surprising you with a quick hug.

“Wilbur? Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” Wilbur said, releasing you with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t find you and I thought that maybe you were trying to drive yourself home.”

You snorted. “You really think I’d try to drive myself home? Knowing my luck I’d land in the 60’s or something.”

Wilbur stuck his tongue out in response.

“Besides,” You said, nudging Wilbur with your shoulder. “I told you I’d stay until your dad gets back. I’m not really in a rush to go back, you’re my only friend and you’re here.”

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“Okay, so, what are the sleeping arrangements? Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” You asked, adjusting the shirt and pajama pants that you had borrowed from Wilbur.

“Absolutely not, you are the guest and I am not going to make you sleep on the floor. You’ll take the bed and I’ll take the floor.”

“But I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.” You said, frowning at him. “We could always, I mean, your bed’s pretty big, we could, um, share?” You suggested, trying to fight the blush that was insistently crawling up your cheeks.

Wilbur looked at you, blinking in surprise. “Okay.”

You climbed onto the bed and shimmied under the covers, staying on the far left side so you didn’t get in Wilbur’s way. Wilbur climbed in after you, chuckling softly at how far away you were.

“__y/n__, I’m not gonna bite and you’re practically falling off the bed, you can get closer.” Wilbur said, patting the space next to him, indicating that you should move over.

You did so slowly, inching closer until Wilbur rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you so that there were only a few inches of space between you.

“There we go, that’s better.” Wilbur murmured quietly, extracting his arm from around you and settling into his pillow.

You said nothing, just smiled sleepily, only now realizing how tired you were after running around all day with Wilbur and his family.

“G’night, __y/n__.” Wilbur said softly.

“Night, Wilbur.” You whispered back.

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Wilbur’s mom walked by the door to Wilbur’s room, peeking inside and letting out a quiet “Awww” when she saw that you and Wilbur were snuggled close together.

It was still pretty early, so Wilbur’s mom decided to let you two sleep for a while longer, bustling off to the kitchen to make pancakes for breakfast.

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“Oh hey, honey, you’re home early.” Franny said, leaning up and giving her husband a kiss on the cheek before she went back to mixing batter.

“Yeah, the meeting ended earlier than I expected.” Lewis said with a shrug. “Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“Wilbur brought a friend over, and this time there’s no way they’ll end up being his father.” Franny said teasingly.

“Oh, really? Who’d he bring?”

“__y/n__, he’s been talking about her for weeks.”

Lewis choked just as he took a sip of his coffee. “__y/n__ who?”

Franny looked concerned. “I don’t know actually, she didn’t say. Why? What’s wrong?”

“I, uh, never mind. I just need to talk to Wilbur.” Lewis said, plopping his coffee on the table and rushing off to Wilbur’s room.

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Lewis peered into Wilbur’s room, wincing when he saw how you and Wilbur were sleeping so close to each other. This wasn’t good.

He carefully shook Wilbur awake, pulling him out of the room as soon as his eyes opened.

“Wha?” Wilbur asked in confusion, blinking himself awake as Lewis tapped his foot.

“What were you thinking?” Lewis asked, no bite or sting behind his words, just curiosity.

“I was thinking that she doesn’t deserve to die. You were the one that told me to befriend her in the first place, weren’t you?”

“I know, she doesn’t, and yes, I was, but Wilbur, she’s not from this time. Her being here is not safe for her or this future.”

“Well we can’t just send her back, she’ll die!”

“Maybe, but maybe not.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yes, that car almost hit __y/n__, but that was an accident, and I’m fairly positive that if we send her back, she’ll be fine.”

“’Fairly positive’, dad, what if she’s not fine? I can’t just let her die.”

“You really like her, don’t you?” Lewis asked, eyes softening in understanding.

“No.” Wilbur denied. Lewis just gave him a look that told him that he could see right through him. “Alright, yes. Dad, we can’t just send her back, not when we don’t know if she’ll be safe or not.”  

“She can stay for a little bit longer, I’ll run the numbers and figure out the exact probability of her being alright, okay?”

“Thanks, dad.” Wilbur said, hugging his dad quickly before slipping back into his room.

Lewis sighed, running a hand through his hair. What would he tell Wilbur if it really was too unsafe for you to stay in the future?

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You yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms as you woke up. You raised an eyebrow when you noticed that Wilbur was looking at you.

“What?”

Wilbur shook his head, smiling slightly, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nothing.”

“Wilbur-you still haven’t told me your middle name-Robinson, do not give me that. We’re best friends and I know when you’re lying, what’s wrong?”

“My dad got home early, and he, uh,” Wilbur’s voice lowered drastically, so much so that you almost couldn’t hear him. “Thinks that there’s a fairly good possibility that if you stay here it could affect this future.”

“Then I have to go back.” You said simply.

“It’s not that simple. If you go back, there’s no guarantee that you’ll be safe.”

“But if my being here will somehow mess up this future, I can’t stay.”

“You can’t just go back! I can’t let you die.”

“How likely is it, really, that I’ll die?”

“I don’t know yet, my dad’s running the numbers.”

“See, it’ll be fine.” You said, smiling at Wilbur before you squeezed his hand. “You worry too much.”

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Lewis crunched some numbers, and did a series of fancy, complicated math problems, and finally came to the conclusion that you staying in the future would not cause anything of extreme importance to happen.

There might end up being an extra butterfly or two in this future, but that was about the extent of the changes.

Lewis exited his lab, walking through the house until he came to Wilbur’s room. He knocked on the doorway, entering the room with a smile.

“Good news, __y/n__!” Lewis said cheerfully, feeling a wave of nostalgia hit him as he looked at his old friend, still the same age while he was old enough to have a son her age. “You can stay here, permanently, if you want.”

“Really?” You asked, disbelief coloring your voice. You’d absolutely love to stay with the Robinson’s, it’d be nice to have an actual family for once in your life. “Are you sure that my staying here won’t mess everything up?”

“I’m sure, aside from a few very minor things, you staying here should be perfectly fine and the time stream should remain intact.”

You hopped off Wilbur’s bed, crossing the room and throwing your arms around Lewis. “Thank you.”

Lewis smiled. “We’re happy to have you. Though, you might want to go back, just to tell Goob and the orphanage and the past me that you found a family. Might be kind of difficult to explain that you’re moving to the future, though.”

“I’ll make something up.” You said, grinning at him before you and Wilbur left the room, Wilbur promising to take you back to your time then back to this one in a jiffy.

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You were crossing the street, hands full of your suitcase that contained your clothes and a few other personal items, when the car hit you.

You had looked both ways before crossing, but this car had practically appeared out of nowhere and you were unable to avoid it.

Your suitcase went flying, clothes spilling out of it as it hit the ground with a thud. You fell as well, bumping your head on the ground. The car sped right on by, seemingly not caring that they had just hit a person.

“Oh my god,  __y/n__, are you okay?” Wilbur asked, crouching down next to you and running his hands over your body, checking for any extreme injuries.

“Oh yeah, I am just peachy.” You said, groaning as Wilbur’s hand brushed against your head. Wilbur’s eyes widened when his fingers came away bloody.

“Come on, we need to get you in the time machine, my dad’ll be able to patch you up. Can you walk?”

“Probably, if you give me a hand.” You said, struggling to stand up. Wilbur wrapped an arm around your waist, and even though you knew why he was doing it, you blushed.

Wilbur led you to the time machine and helped you inside, before he knelt down and started piling your stuff back in your suitcase.

You swayed dangerously on your seat, mind swimming. That car had hit you a lot harder than you thought.

“__y/n__?” Wilbur asked as he climbed into the driver’s seat, plopping your suitcase down on the floor.

You didn’t respond, your mouth felt dry and cottony, and you didn’t think you could form a coherent sentence. Despite your best efforts, your eyes started to drift shut, your body relaxing into the seat.

“Nonono, you’re not supposed to sleep.” Wilbur said, hurriedly pushing some buttons and driving the time machine forward until a bubble formed around it, and you and Wilbur were on your way to the future.

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“What happened?” Lewis asked, picking you up so Wilbur didn’t have to keep half-dragging, half-carrying you.

“A car hit her.”

“What?”

“She got hit by a car, one second she was crossing the street and the next she was on the ground.” Wilbur said, running a hand frantically through his hair. “Is she gonna be okay?” Wilbur asked, his voice surprisingly fragile.

“I can’t say for sure yet, but __y/n__’s tough. I think that she’ll be fine.” Lewis said reassuringly. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll take care of her. How about you go put her stuff away?”

“Yeah, okay.” Wilbur murmured distractedly, slumping off to go grab your suitcase. Lewis frowned and carried you down to his workshop, carefully setting you on a gel-like table before he set to work grabbing what he would need to fix you up.

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“Ngghhh.” You said articulately, trying to sit up and gasping as the world started to spin. You were in Wilbur’s room now, resting on his bed while Wilbur sat in a chair next to the bed.

“Easy there, tiger.” Wilbur said, laying a hand on your chest and gently pushing you back so that you were mostly lying down.

You blinked. “You said that to me on the day we met.” You commented, looking over at Wilbur. “You know, when you scared the crap out of me.”

Wilbur chuckled. “Yeah well today you scared the crap out of me, so I’d say we’re even.”

“Sorry, trust me, I was not planning on getting hit by a car today.”

“Don’t you let it happen again, missy.” Wilbur said, pointing his finger at you sternly.

“’Missy’? Since when have you talked like a middle-aged woman?”

Wilbur fake glared at you. “Ignoring that, I really am glad that you’re okay.”

You smiled. “I am too, thanks for bringing me to your dad. Oh, and Wilbur?”

Wilbur raised an eyebrow.

“I like you too.”

“What? I never-I mean,” Wilbur spluttered, trying to find something to say.

“I heard you and your dad talking the other morning. You’re not exactly the quietest person ever, Wilbur.” You teased.

“And you’re just now telling me?”

“Seemed like a good time.” You said, shrugging.

Wilbur rolled his eyes at you. “You’re impossible.” But he was smiling while he said it, so you knew he was kidding.

Wilbur climbed out of his chair and walked over to you, bending down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, which, of course, made you blush.

“Get some more rest, okay? We’ll talk about this again after you’ve healed a bit more.”

“Okay. But when I wake up, I fully expect a real kiss.” You said, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get one. Now sleep.”

“So demanding.” You mumbled, moving into a more comfortable position for sleeping, shutting your eyes and nuzzling deeper into the pillow behind your head. You felt Wilbur kiss your forehead again and heard him whisper a “Sweet dreams”, and you fell asleep after a few moments, content in knowing that for the first time in your life, you had a real family (and that’d you get to cuddle with Wilbur once your injuries healed, that was also a plus).

End.   <3