bed bug hickies - wilbur soot x male!reader

fifteen

cw: description of a panic attack, transphobic language briefly used

hardly proofread so sorry in advance, this chapter actually sucks /hj but i hope you enjoy nevertheless!! 

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"You know this would be a lot more romantic if there weren't children running around," (y/n) mutters to Wilbur, his nose wrinkled as a child no older than seven ran past them.

"It's not my fault Pizza Hut was closed." Wilbur remarks, throwing a fry in his mouth.

(y/n) just rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink.

They had planned on going to Pizza Hut but it was closed and the closest thing was McDonalds and they were both too hungry to care.

"Do you think they'd let me in the kids area?" (y/n) grins, taking a bite of his burger.

Wilbur chuckles. "Did you just make a short joke about yourself?"

(y/n) pouted, "Gotta keep you on your toes."

Wilbur smiles softly, watching as (y/n) took another bite of his burger, watching the mass of children run around, sticky fingers wavering in the air with shrill screams.

Wilbur can't help but get a warm feeling in his chest. It's just them, no Tommy, no pressure from his mind to constantly shout at Wilbur to record or stream, or (y/n)'s phone going off from his parents.

"You think Tommy would try to somehow declare himself monarch of the play area?" (y/n) asks after a few moments of silence.

Wilbur grins at the image of Tommy and how dumb he'd look standing with all the young kids standing around him, holding some type of badly put together sceptre of various McDonalds foods.

"He'd look like a dumbass,"

(y/n) laughs, setting his bruger down to grab a few of Wilbur's fries.

"Did you eat of yours already?"

"No, yours are just warmer."

-

The rest of (y/n)'s winter vacation is split between little dates with Wilbur when time permits and ignoring every phone call from his mom asking too many questions.

He glares at the phone as it rings for the fourth time that day. Wilbur was streaming currently, his laugh could be heard all the way into the living room, and Tommy was joining him as they did geoguessr together.

15 missed calls from Mom

(y/n) turned his phone over, going back to the tv. It was muted but it gave him something to focus on.

He was dreading going back to his parents, he wasn't sure he could handle the rush of emotions the ordeal would cause. Plus, he really didn't want to leave Wilbur.

(y/n) goaned, putting his head in his hands. Might as well rip the bandaid off now.

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

"(y/n)! Where the fuck have you been!?"

"Good to hear from you too mom." (y/n) mumbled, "I told you where me and Toms went."

"All you said was it was one of Tommy's internet friends. And then you go and ignore every fucking phone call from me and your father!"

"You wonder why, it's not like I felt very welcome the last time I was in your house." (y/n) snapped harshly, sitting up. The anxiety making him antsy so he paced around the living room as his mom continued to yell.