i don't miss you - wilbur x male reader -DISCONTINUED-

five

y/n's pov

i felt a vibrating feeling sprawl out against my body, hearing some random song i didn't recognize play. i opened my eyes forcefully, though not much. i looked at the cause of this horrible feeling and found my phone. it was my alarm. oh yeah. i have shit to do.

i sighed. i forgot completely that i had set an alarm to get my work done last night, after i got home from ciphers everything blurred together leaving only sludged and broken memories of small events. turning the alarm on my phone off, i stretched, grazing over the the top of my bedframe with my fingernails and the bottom with my toes. im way too tall for this bed. I'm a 6'3 tall 20 year old man and i still use the same bed from highschool.

pushing my self deprecating habits away for another day, i pushed my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. i heard the floor boards under my feet whine and groan with the sudden weight. old apartments n' shit.

every step i took was full of all the energy i had, which wasn't much. making songs had become more of a chore then anything fun. why couldn't it be like it was back in highschool? everything was great in highschool, i was popular, confident. everything became horrible senior year. that's when i came out as trans. senior year was a blurry nightmare.

i heard something fall from my kitchen and i literally jumped up. i forgot i wasn't really alone in this apartment.

a long fluffy calico cat slipped out from the kitchen, scared from the noise he had created. i just looked at the cat in disappoinment.

"fucking hell phor (four), why are you such a hassle." i stepped into the kitchen to see a pot on the ground, twirling on it's top until it finally came to a stop. why do pots do that?

euphoria rubbed up against my leg. i picked him up and pet him a bit. yeah, he knocked down a pan, who cares. it's easy to put back up.

i grabbed the pan and opened one of the top cabinets. placing the pan back in with the rest of it's kind, I shut the small wooden door and pat euphoria's head. loved that cat.

i went back into my small living room, grabbing my guitar off of the couch and sitting down in its place. i strummed it, checked the strings for any odd tunings, and it seemed alright. i sighed and started playing some random chords, trying to pick out ones that fit. i played different string combinations, trying to figure out what i could do with this song. i had a lot of lyrics ready, i mostly just needed some guitar backing.

it had already been half an hour and I had gotten nowhere.

today would be a long day.

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ciphers pov

"call him then, you fucking puppy." teasing people was a great pass time. especially when it came to teasing wilbur about his weird ass love life. man couldn't keep down a single girl. i joked about him being gay before, but it earned an odd reaction from wil, so i didn't joke about it after that. well, up until last night i didn't.

"i told you, im not gay ciph. im not calling him." wil was acting like a teenage girl with a crush. it was honestly funny to watch.

"fine, then i will." i smirked at the taller man, grabbing my phone from the table beside me and starting my trek down my contact list.

"don't! why are you even pestering me about this anyways?" wil seemed scared. of what, i didn't know. but what i did know was that he was sick of me making fun of his love life. was i gonna stop? no, of course not.

"come on. you met up with him the day you knew he existed, your obviously desperate." i looked at him matter-of-factly. he just stared at me and sighed.

"your really not letting this go, are you." he sounded like a tired father after watching over his kids alone while they had a sugar rush.

"nope." i popped the p, now i was the teenage girl. he glared at me, i just held a sneaky grin on mg face.

he leaned back in his chair, not breaking eye contact.

"i was gonna invite him to the band, you know." my face dropped from a dumb grin to a look of realization. my teasing could've just lost y/n his spot in the band.

"no, wil, look, don't get all angry over my jokes. n/n is an amazing guitarist. let him join, please! he needs it, honestly. he's been so grumpy trying to get his songs done a few hours before his deadline. it's not a highschool essay, jeez." i shifted in my position on the couch. i sat upside down with my hair touching the floor, like the kid on a sugar rush wil was looking after.

"mhm. i know. i just wanted to get you to shut up about me." now wil was the one pulling a sly grin. i just smiled, no strings attached.

"you cheeky fuck."

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it is 12:30 am writing this and I am drained, and this is barely under 900 words. not proud. gonna head to bed and go over it in the morning