Wilford Warfstache X Reader

(Slight trigger warning, I SWEAR ITS NOT BAD--)

Your POV;

"Can we keep her? She's awful cute!"
Who the heck would say that?! "I'M
STILL AWAKE YOU KNOW!" Oops.
Not a good way to introduce I was awake. The entire car filled with silence before I coughed. "Uh, sorry. But you can't "keep me." This was directed at Wilford, and he seemed slightly sad. "Why not?" He spoke in a whiney tone. "Because.. Uh...." You couldn't think properly. Your family had kicked you out when you were 18, after blaming their mistakes on you then they packed up and left. You hadn't heard from them since. You weren't aware you were crying until you heard a soft voice beside you. You looked to the side, surprised to see that while you weren't paying attention Wilford had gone over the seats to instead sit beside you and hug you reassuringly. "What's wrong?" His voice was so soft and gentle that you hardly heard it over the sound of your own small sniffles. "I-I was just thinking..." You hesitated to explain it for a moment before sniffling again. If they wanted to hurt you they could have already. "I was thinking about how m-my parents... T-they didn't like me very much, they favored my sister over me and as soon as I was old enough they got rid of me and left.." Just thinking about your stupid sister made a bitter flavor rise over your tongue. She would always bully you, being she was 2 years younger and always Mom and Dad's favorite... A voice pulled you from your thoughts. "Well I think that I would like you more than your sister, and that your parents are a bunch of idiots for mistreating someone as pretty as you. Your face turned bright red as he said that, but you just shook your head slowly. "No.. I'm not pretty.. And you would have liked my sister. She was smart, and pretty, and..." You trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid as he pressed his hand over your mouth. "Now shush, there is no reason to talk like that!! Your awful pretty, as I said before, and you seem pretty darn smart. Nothing you say will change my mind. Now hush, because we're almost to our destination." Wilford said, his tone laced with playful frustration at your words. I pretended not to see Mark- THE MARKIPLIER!!!!- smiling at us in the mirror and mouth 'I ship it.' During the ride, I learned quite a bit about Wilford. He was one of many versions of Markiplier- but not the only- To live in a house we were going to. His personality was fun loving, yet he could be scary when he wanted to... Before we could talk more, Mark stopped the car in front of a huge building, at which Wilford jumped out of the car, grabbing my hand and tugging me along. "Come on! I want you to meet the rest!" His voice was full of excitement, and I couldn't help but smile slightly. ''Am I developing a crush on a man I just met that may have assaulted me...?' The answer to that was yes... Geez. Anyways, he had a bright smile on his face and seemed to happy to have me here, so I just smiled and allowed him to drag me toward the house. He opened the large doors and gestured for me to go inside, which I happily did without a word. "Who's that Wilford?" The voice sounded slightly glitched, and almost....robotic. You turned your head to see ANOTHER Markiplier there, this one with a large 'G' on his shirt and eyes that seemed to glow. "Oh, this is
(Y/N)!!" Wilford introduced. "(Y/N), this is Googleplier! Googleplier, this is
(Y/N)!" I couldn't help but notice that despite how enthusiastic he was talking, he kept shooting the other male glares that basically screamed "Don't touch her!" I couldn't help but giggle quietly, he was just so protective. "Well, I'll be showing (Y/N) to her room now, so I'll see you later." Wilford's words were directed at Googleplier before he placed a hand on your back and gently nudged you away.

Let's go....

(Is it bad I couldn't for the life
Of me spell "Heard--"
Also, I wanna add Darkiplier in here, trying to get Close to Reader-chan, (with a jelly Wilford 😏) Should I?)