[Wilbur pov]
Once we get to my house, I unlock the car and Y/n quickly opens the door, racing to the front door waiting for me. I feel my face heat up as I get out the car. I smile and go over to him, unlocking the door. I completely forgot about the mess my house is! I look at him a bit worried. "S-Sorry, I've never really had company so I never r-really bothered cleaning." He looks up at me still with a smile on his face. "My house has been worse. Now come on!"
He takes my hand and my face heats up more. "Where's your room?" I clear my throat as he pulls us inside the house. I shut the door before responding. "U-Uh, t-that room." "Alright!" He pulls me over, taking us to my room and lets go once we're in. He jumps onto the bed giggling a bit before looking at me, losing the bright smile he had on his face.
"Sorry. I'm not really used to people giving a shit about me so I just got excited." I shut the door and look over at him. "I-It's alright! I-I don't mind, I can understand where you're coming from." I go over, sit down next to him and debate on what to do, but he leans onto my shoulder.
"A-are you alright?" He stays quiet and finally responds. "Yea. Just remembered that later today I have to go to a restaurant with my stupid boss. I fucking hate him but he pays me well so I can't decline.." His words start slurring together and I look at his face to see him crying. I wrap my arms around him and he fixes himself to hug me, nuzzling his face into my neck.
"I wish he wasn't such a prick.." Silence falls over us and I have an idea. " ..I-I can go with you? I-If you want that is." He moves away from my neck and looks at me with tears still streaming down his face. "You would?" He asks, wiping some of the tears off his face. "I-If it makes you uncomfortable being alone w-with him, I-I'll gladly come with."
He smiles softly. "Thank you." "Y-You're welcome.." He continues wiping away his tears and I finally realize that he's sitting on my lap. I feel something dripping down my face as my heart starts racing. "Shit, Your nose is bleeding!" He gets off me and grabs the tissues on my desk. He comes over and sits back down on my lap, holding my face. He takes one of the tissues and starts wiping the blood away, my face continuing to burn.
"Are you okay?" I take a second before responding. "Y-yea.. This happens a-a lot.." He lets out a quiet laugh. "Well that doesn't sound good." He continues cleaning the blood with a smile and I decide to wrap my arms around his waist. "how come you care this much..? you only just met me." He pauses from wiping the blood and I see his cheeks turn a light shade of red. He places the tissue down, clearing his throat as he grabs a band-aid and puts it on my nose.
"You're my friend. And I don't care if we just met a few hours ago, but I just care." He sets down the paper from the band-aid "O-Okay. W-What time do you need to be there?" "5:30." He rests his arms on my shoulders, my heart starts to race and I clear my throat. "Th-There's still one an-and a half hou-rs till w-we need to g-go." He lets out a dry laugh at my attempt to speak clearly. "Alright. Can you play some of your songs?" "S-Sure! I-I mean- y-yea, I-I can do that." I answer all too quickly.
He snickers and gets off me so I can grab my guitar. I get up and grab it, sitting down in the chair next to it. I start adjusting the strings, as I do so, he gets up and walks to me. I look up at him and he sits next to me, leaning onto my shoulder. I feel my face heat up as he shuts his eyes. "U-Uhm, w-what song d-do you want me t-to play?"
He lets out a quiet hum. "Can you just play songs from your album please?" I nod. "O-Okay." After a half hour of playing songs from "Your city gave me Asthma", I look at him and he's asleep. I smile and move him to sit on my lap with his head on my neck. As I does this, his phone comes out of his pocket, so I take this opportunity to grab it, just to see it's face unlock. I lower the brightness and show it in front of Y/n's face, sure enough, it unlocks. I go to the messages app since it has 5 next to it.
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Shit Head
Hey sweetheart~!
Didn't I tell you not to call
me that. What do you want.
Aw, am I not allowed to
message my favorite man~?
Hmm. No.
...
My house. Tonight. Don't be late~
Daniel. No. I'm done with
this bullshit.
Then I guess you can
get the normal £9 an
hour like I'm supposed
to be paying you. Or~
Come tonight and
continue getting your £20
an hour~
..
fine..
Great! See you tonight sweetheart~
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Sweetheart~!
Sweetie?
Y/n.
Y/N. ANSWER.
We better still be on tonight.
Read, 4:58
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No wonder why he's on here as Shit Head. I'll have to deal with him later. I put his phone back on the couch and he starts waking up. "mh.." I bring my hands to his waist. "H-Hey." I say with a smile. "hm..? Wilbur..?" He sits up and rubs his eyes. He lets out a yawn and Jesus it was adorable! "Y-You fell asleep.." He nods slowly in response, obviously still tired. "mhm.. What time is it.?" I guess I have to lie, I don't have my phone on me or a clock in my room. "I'm not sure." He grabs his phone and looks at the time.
"Do you have anything I can change into? It'll take to long to get to my house, change then get to Amici's." "U-Uh, y-yea I should, you can check my wardrobe." He gets off of me and walks to the wardrobe. He opens it and looks in for a few seconds before pulling out an outfit. He starts taking his shirt off and I look away. After a few moments he walks over and I look at him.
"Thank you for not looking.. I kind of forgot that I wasn't in my house" He looks so cute in my shirt.. "I-I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.." He nods and looks over to my closet "You wanna get changed as well? Or are you just gonna wear what you're in?" I look down at my outfit and respond "I'm just going to go in this." He looks back to me with a soft smile. "Okay. Okay, We should go then. It'll take a while till we get to Amici's" "Y-yea, okay."
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For once in my life I actually have ideas for a fucking story because
For unknown reasons I know how a yandere would act- Am I gonna
Say how? No.
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~Just Like Me~ //SimpBur x Trans reader\\ DISCONTINUED!!
FanfictionY/n is a 22 year old trans male. His family kicked him out when he was 12 when he told them he was trans. 10 years later he now works in a Hot Topic store. One day he was the only one working since it was Christmas time and everyone was out with fam...
