MCYT oneshots

NERD |WilburxM!Reader pt 3

Concept: Tommy came in for a tattoo, which introduced you to Wilbur, the boy who has stolen your heart

TW: Tattoos, Needles, swearing, dr*gs, alcohol, game, mild panic attack

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A few days had passed after our last meeting and things had become awkward, we would still text, but it would be tense and casual conversations. After a few weeks of this, I finally had enough and decided to text Wilbur.

"Hey, you wanna come over this weekend? I have a friend on the Outlast developer team and I'm allowed to beta test the new game, it's multiplayer and I thought you'd like to play?" I read and rewrote the text countless times before I finally hit send and waited for a response.

"Sounds fun! I'd love to, what time?"

We went back and forth for a while, we set up a time and talked a bit more about the game before Wilbur said he had to go live, I told him good luck and closed my phone. It was that moment that I started to look around my ratty little house and realize that it was in desperate need of cleaning.

With only two days until he was going to come over and a work schedule with only 3 hours of free time, I had a lot of work to do. I got to work, throwing away bottles and putting away spare bongs. It took me until the morning before he arrived to get everything cleaned, I had only just put the vacuum away when I heard him knock on my door.

I straightened out my hair and clothes before I hurried to the door and opened it. Wilbur stood there in a white fleece jacket, one of his merch options.

"Hey! It's great to see you again," I said with a smile.

He smiled back and my heart melted, god I was weak for that smile, "Yeah! I missed you," he spoke softly.

"I missed you too," I said and stepped aside, "Come in, make yourself at home. Do you want a drink?"

"Uh, sure, what do you have?" he asked.

"Coke and alcohol," I said with a sheepish smile.

He chuckled, "Do you have wine?"

"I actually do! I'll go grab it and some glasses, you can have a seat. Once I'm back I'll set up the game," I replied quickly before heading towards my small kitchen.

My feet had just hit the tile of the kitchen floor when I heard the floor boards under the couch creaking and cringed a bit. I had no idea why I was so worried that Wilbur would judge the creakiness of my house but I was. I opened my fridge and grabbed the bottle and two glasses before I walked back to the living room.

"Here we are!" I announced as I walked in and sat on the couch next to Wilbur, "Can you pour us some while I set up the game?"

"Sure," He grabbed the bottle and pulled the cork out before pouring us both a glass, "So, I've been walking to ask you this since we met, what in the Hell is a southern boy like you doing in the UK?"

I smiled and laughed quietly, "Well, my great aunt lived here, she moved here with her wife, who was British and was in America for a business trip when they met. When I was 18 her wife passed and she needed help with her daily life. The rest of my family are stereotypical southerners and want nothing to do with "The Gays", so I came to help. I helped her for a year before she passed as well, but she left me this place in her will. She owned it outright, so now I do. And honestly I'm more welcome here than I am back in the South, so I stayed." I explained as I pulled up the game and got two controllers set up.

"Oh, sorry if I brought up bad memories," Wilbur replied, sounding sheepish.

"Nah, none of those memories are bad. I loved my aunt and she went into the afterlife like a badass, ready to kill God," I said with a small smirk.