Simp (wilburxoc)

nine

tw? homophobic/transphobic parents

mars pov
god, it was finally time to go home. i genuinely didnt want to, i wanted to stay here. tommy and wilbur had said goodbye, and my brother was sitting in the car. i had to say bye to will. he hugs me and my face lands on his chest.
"i dont wanna go back, i wanna stay here with you." i whine.
"then stay." he says. i chuckle but then he says "im serious. move to brighton with me. your parents would love to have less kids at home and you dont have to leave."
"that is a nearly flawless plan, only flaw is the gremlin sitting in my car and the fact that 90% of my shit is 2 hours away." i reply. we discuss it for a few minutes, but we both knew deep down that it would never work. despite being in my 20s, my parents want me home. they have been saying it for years. it was nearly 11, and my parents were expecting us before 2, so i knew we had to go. i stood tall to try to kiss wilbur, failing because of the height difference. he laughed and leaned down to kiss me. we were interupted by a muffled tommy screaming"IM A MINOR EWW" from the car. i gave wilbur one last hug before getting into the car.
"goodbye will!" we both yell while driving away. we barely got out of the car park when tommy started talking.
"you like him, huh?" he teases me. i groan and blast some music to drown him out.

^timeskip^

we were finally home. its only been a few hours, but i miss will. as soon as i got my car unpacked and i had settled back home, i facetimed will. i sat my phone at my desk and waited for him to pick up. we said hi and got to our normal convertations.

tiny time skip

weve been on facetime for an hour or so when both of my parents show up at my doorframe.
"one sec will." i say, muting myself. it wasnt uncommon for this to happen, but my parents looked mad.
"young lady, we need to talk." my dad said. since i came out, hes been empasizing she, daughter, etc. whenever he talks about me, especially when he knows i can hear.
"whats up dad? im not a lady, you know this. " i ask, trying to stay calm.
"dont talk to me like that. this is exactly what i came to talk about. im sick of you talking back, throwing fits and yelling over some stupid words. i dont appreciate it, and if it continues you wil-" i interrupt him.
"some STUPID WORDS? THEY ARENT FUCKING STUPID! THEY FUCKING HURT. PURPOSELY MISGENDERING ME? THOSE ARENT STUPID WORDS. YOURE JUST A TRANSPHOBIC SHIT WHO DOESNT CARE ABOUT HIS OWN CHILD." i yell.
"watch your language. i am so fucking sick of you acting like you are intitled to this. you arent."
"ENTITLED TO LOVE? ENTITILED TO SUPPORT FROM MY OWN FATHER? I THINK I FUCKING SHOULD BE."
"you know what? im done with this. i want you and all of your stuff out of my house by 7. that is 4 hours, and then i want you gone. out of my house. i will not raise an asshole." my dad says.
"harold, you dont think thats a bit-" "no." he interrupts my mom. my mom was still not using my pronouns, but she wasnt like my dad.
"dad where am i supposed to go? this is my home too." i try to reason.
"youre 23, figure it out on your own. most people are on their own much earlier than you. youre lucky we let you stay so long. now i want you out." tears fall down my cheeks as they left the room. slamming the door. i forgot i was on call with will. i look over to my phone and realized i didnt mute myself when i thought i had. he had heard it all. hes just been listening. listening to me yelling, a calm yet worried look on his face.
"mars are you okay? i heard everything. do you want to go?" he asks.
"no, please stay. i have to start packing." i freak out. am i going to be fucking homeless? whats going to happen to me?