An Unfinished Symphony (Yandere Wilbur X Reader)

You are so perfect

It had been a week since we watched Tommy get escorted out of L'Manburg by Dream. His cocky smile plastered on his face as he ushered the frightened boy into the portal. None of us were quite sure where Dream was taking him, but it could not be good.

I had a lot to think about. Keeping my distance away from Tubbo was hard, but I still couldn't help but hold a bitterness towards him. I know why he did it, but it still hurts. In fact, I had been staying away from everyone when I could, despite them reaching out to me. It's not like I pushed them away, I just didn't engage into conversation when others did and I found myself sitting out when they invited me places.

Except for Wil. Despite how much it still hurt me to think about all of the shitty things he's done, I found myself coming back to him when I needed comfort. I deserve to be loved, I deserve that emotional support since my only other source was exiled. I want to feel loved again. And Wil made me feel nothing short of perfect.

The way he would look into my eyes or play with my hair, he made sure I knew how much I meant to him. His temper so short with others, I see it all the time. He even gets easily frustrated with himself, but not me. He is so patient with me and it just makes it so easy to look past all of the things he's done.

The usual knock at my window flooded all thoughts out of my head and I looked up. Speak of the devil. I find myself a lot more excited that should be. He smirked at me as I open the window and he hops in. Relief falls over me, and I immediately embrace him. He seemed a little surprised before relaxing into the hug.

"What's wrong?" He lifted my chin.

"Nothing. Why?" I looked up at him.

"You're only this eager to see me when something is bugging you." His face was unreadable. My lips fell into a frown, did I really not show my appreciation enough? All that talk about being appreciated when I'm a hypocrite myself.

"I'll stop if you want." I let go of him only for him to quickly pull me back in.

"No, I don't mind. I wanna know when something is bothering you or if someone is bothering you. I'm always here for you." He rested his head on my shoulder.

"I know. I'm here for you too. And I want you to know how much I appreciate you being here for me. Even if I'm still not ready to forgive you completely." I walked us over and sat us on my bed. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"Why are you so perfect?" He kissed my nose and cupped my cheek.

"I'm not. Far from it actually." I pushed him playfully and laid back on the bed.

"Oh but you are. In fact I worship you Y/n." He moved on top of me and hovered above me, supporting his weight with his arms.

"Shut up." I felt flustered. There he goes again, god the way he looks at me make my heart flip.

"You are perfect, say it." He kissed my forehead with each word.

"Why do you think I'm perfect?" I pushed him off and laid on my side. I propped my head on my hand looking at him. He mirrored my position and thought before responding.

"Well, your eyes are perfect, I love your eyes. Your face is perfect, everything about it. Your body is perfect, even though you don't think so," I smiled at this, he knew how self critical I could get.

"I think the most perfect thing about you is how you treat me. How you saved me. I'll forever worship you for that."

"I saved you?"

"Y/n you had every right to kill me, I wanted you to. You didn't though. You showed me kindness and was willing to forgive me when I didn't deserve it."

"Hmm you're right I'm fucking amazing." I looked up at the wall. It was filled with letters from Wil. Old ones, new ones but they were all proof in how close we were and just how much we truly meant to each other.

"Hell yeah you are." He looked over to the wall as well, reading our past conversations and thinking about us.

That's when I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his jaw and kissed him. He flipped over so he was hovering again, I ran my fingers through his hair. He cupped my cheek and deepened the kiss. Wait a minute.

What the hell am I doing?

"Shit." I pulled away and he looked at me confused.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that."
I got up and walked towards the middle of the room, I gripped at the roots of my hair.

"I didn't mean to lead you on Wil, it's just I don't know where my feelings are at right now. I'm still stressed about Tommy and everything is just crazy right now and-" He stopped me.

"Y/n it's alright. I'm not rushing you into anything. Relax." He wrapped his arms around me.

"Thank you." Why was he so patient with me?

"Phil's expecting me soon but I'll see you again soon. Okay?" He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand and climbed back out the window.

Holy shit. I'm so conflicted with everything going on. I'm not even sure how to feel or how I should feel. But it feels so good to know that I have somebody to rely on.