CW: SLIGHT social anxiety attack + catcalling and unwanted creepy man
Pairing: Wilbur x reader
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Schlatt is your brother in this one
Not proofread and sorry if its short - not super proud of this one
hope you liked it @auneraplays
Y/n's POV
I took a breath, trying to steady my racing heart. My eyes darted around the room, glancing over the drunken men and women, looking for the few familiar heads I had come here with.
Wilbur, Philza and Schlatt.
I saw Schlatt sitting at a bar stool, no doubt completely wasted as he hit on a random girl.
Philza was nowhere to be found and neither was my boyfriend.
I braced my hand against the wall behind me, trying to ground myself before blind panic set in, the noise of the club being no help in calming my mind and heart.
"Hey pretty lady," I snapped my head up, the drunken slur of words coming from an older man walking up to me, "Need some help?"
He put a hand on my shoulder, likely feeling the shudder that raked through my body at the unwelcome touch.
"Go," I stuttered, "Go away," I flinched at the fear in my voice and he only smiled wider.
My panic only grew as he moved his face closer to mine, close enough for me to smell the stench of alcohol in his hot breath.
"I can get us out of here," He smirked, his eyes reflecting lust.
"Hey, get away from her," I threw a hand over my mouth as the man was yanked back from the collar of his shirt, "She told you to go away,"
"And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do," The man sneered, turning to face Wilbur, whos eyes narrowed in disgust.
"Her boyfriend, asshole," The man only grumbled in response, "Now fuck off before I fuck you up,"
The man raised his hands in surrender, muttering curses under his breath as he stomped off.
Wilbur took his eyes off the man, glancing at me worriedly,
"Hey, hey," He put a hand on my shoulder, I flinched lightly, "Let's get you out of here, yeah?"
I nodded weakly, following behind him closely as he grabbed my hand and led me out.
When he slammed open the door he winced, narrowly missing the woman who was smoking there alone. She glared at us as he tugged me around the building to a secluded spot. I shakily sank to the ground, still trying to keep my breathing under control.
